#i imagine his hand kinda shakily hovering over it

[ellievickstar]

A Fox's Pain

A/N: I loved this request so much mostly because i have a lot of self induced pain from being clumsy along with the fact i have horrible cramps that make me wanna die for two weeks every month. Can we just agree that protective caring Eris is the best Eris??? Also, I hope your okay slipping on ice sucks and it hurts like a bitch i couldn’t imagine how you feel, remember to take care of yourself!!! (For your info some of the falling is based off my real life cause i thought someone was in my house but i went tumbling to the floor, my foot got caught on the door stop as i was falling and i scratched it and then tripped over it further and died on the floor)

Summary: When you’re clumsy and in pain how will your mate take care of you especially when it pains him to see you this way.

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could write something about eris taking care of his injured mate or a mate with chronic pain. I fully busted my ass this morning slipping on ice and since I have arthritis, the pain is 10x worse. I can't help but YEARN for the comfort that Eris would bring with his warm hands and reassurance (maybe even a touch of guilt or anger at the gods for bestowing their mate with such pain or even a bonus where the mate gets hurt because of someone else) If this is too specific/complicated, not a problem, but I really love your writing and find so much comfort in it!!

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x reader

Warnings: Chronic pain (reason unspecified), clumsy reader, getting injured, i kinda tried to research a little on arthritis sorry if this is like- wrong. T^T

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“HELP!” You yelped as you came tumbling to the floor for what might have been the billionth time that day. You had decided to bake so that you could pass time while Eris was in his meeting with the nobles. You were not needed to show up, thankfully, even though you were High Lady most days Eris let you stay in when your body ached and you could not move. Even on days your pain subsided a little and you were able to make public appearances he would hover over you like a really protective cat. You snickered at the idea of Eris almost hissing and clawing at people who got close to you.

Although your earlier bout of tripping oven door had caused you to go crashing, at least the over had cooled down enough that you were not burnt and you had already placed the baked treats safely on the counter. You reached up to maybe take one, a little lazy to stand up from the cool comfortable floor, when a sharp pain stabbed through your arm and you flinched, curling into yourself.

You don’t know how long it took for the pain to start subsiding as you shut your eyes, trying to swallow down the pain. You do not know when your vision started to blur as you stumbled over to the cabinet where the healer had stored the herbs for the pain.

“This hurts like a bitch,” You mumbled to yourself, causing a slight smile to creep over your face before the pain return and you winced. Maybe you should have stayed in bed like Eris said and waited for him to come back. You craved his heated palms soothing your skin and soft whispers as he tried to soothe the ache in your body.

Breathing in, you counted in your head, counting the seconds until you felt okay to move again.

1….

2…..

3……

Breath out.

“You’re okay,” You said firmly. You had grown up with this, you would be fine. You were stronger, you were better than this. You could get through this bout of pain just like very other time. Sighing, you shakily stood up, the dull ache in your joints still present but…better than the stabbing pain you had felt earlier. Wobbling your way to the tray of pastries, you picked up on and just when you were about to put it in your mouth…

You leaned you head back too far and it slammed against the cabinet behind you.

“Shit!” You exclaimed. Cursing out the cabinet, you groaned at the pastry that ended on the floor, bending to pick it up, being careful not to hit anything.

“I think that’s the fourth? Fifth time you’ve done something to hurt yourself?” A cool voiced echoed through the room and as you whipped your head around quickly, too quickly, your foot slipped and you were about to go tumbling again when strong arms shot out and grabbed you by your waist, steadying you. “Clumsy little fox,” He murmured gently lifting you to sit you down on the counter.

“It’s not my fault I wanted to make something nice but the kitchen is so hazerdous,” You shot back. “So hazardous,” He hummed. His warm palms slid over your skin, messaging the ache in your joints with heated skin, the warmth of his magic seeped into your joints and you groaned gratefully, leaning your head into his chest while he worked at your aches.

“You know, you’re helping me but maybe next time keep quiet and just help,” You mumbled. Chuckling, “I don’t remember that complaint last night when I was-,” “Stop, nope, I take back what I said, never mind,” You cut him off quickly. You winced when he touched a particularly painful spot. His eyes softened slightly, and you noticed how his movements slowed and gentled just a tad as he worked on that particular ache, messaging it just like how the healer taught him to.

When he was done, he picked up a pastry from the tray, holding it to your mouth. Your brows quirked as you looked at the pastry to his face, “I can feed myself you know?” “You just hit your head trying to though,” He replied. You rolled your eyes, taking the pastry in your mouth, moaning at the delicious taste as the warm sweetness seeped into you taste buds.

“I’m sorry,” He suddenly said.

“For what?” You asked curiously, reaching to grab another pastry, Eris slid his hands to wrap around your waist again, looking into your eyes.

“I’m sorry that for all the pain that you could feel, I can’t be the one to take away the pain, but I hope that by being here, being with you, I can at least make it bearable. And I’m sorry, that there will never be a day I could truly understand how strong you had to be to survive this illness,” He murmured. Warmth fluttered in your chest and you felt tears well up in your eyes as he pulled you close in an embrace, and as you felt comfort by the warmth of his body against yours, just for a moment, you felt as if everything didn’t matter except the male in front of you.

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A/N: So I tried my best and this is how it turned out hahha....I hope I didn't disappoint the anon T^T For those who don't know my requests are open for the moment so if you want me to write anything for you guys please let me know. BYEEEE <3

[looksthatkilledd]

yeah? why don't you show me then? // Eddie Munson X Fem!reader

A/N: tysm anon! ilysm, this was kinda rushed bc I didn't want to make u wait forever, and this is a bit of a blurb I'm sorry Pairing: perv!Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader Warnings: perv!Eddie, smutty undertones, groping Words: 1k AU: N/A not proofread

Eddie munson had the biggest crush on his best friend, he couldn't deny it, you were amazing in every way possible, you were beautiful and kind, but he couldn't deny that he liked you in the wrong ways too, in the dirty ways, he's thought of bending you over so many different things and fucking your lights out, he didn't want to confess his feelings, so he did the closest thing possible, he would tease you, maybe if you were sitting together he would sightly brush his hand against your thigh, or if he had to squeeze by you, he would coincidentally brush your ass across his manhood.

Now you didn't mind at all, you, of course, picked up on his feelings, despite his every attempt on keeping them hidden, you caught on almost immediately, you liked him too, and you loved the "accidental" touches, the brushes against your crotch or rear, it turned you on deeply as much as you hate to admit it, you would often touch yourself thinking about these encounters with him, imagining it was him.

Eddie was driving you home, after a long fun day of hanging out, the van was quiet, and Eddie bites his lip, looking over at the shorts you were wearing, the short denim, hugging your beautiful body, he couldn't help but picture what was under them. he moves one of his ring-clad hands slowly and shakily to your thigh, letting it rest there, he knows this one wouldn't be labelled as an accident as he anticipated what you would say to him. Instead of yelling at him as he expected, you move your hand to rest upon his, the cool metal of his rings made you shiver a bit. You squeeze his hand and smile at him, tracing his veins and every grove of his hands, taking in the warmth of them, the contrast between the cold air and his warm hand left goosebumps all along your skin, and you hum.

In a short time find yourself in front of your house, you sigh wishing this night wouldn't come to an end, eddies warm hand never leaving your thigh, " 'don't want this night to end eds," you speak softly he didn't say anything but you know he was thinking the same thing, he squeezed your thigh "Goodbye Y/n." you bite your lip, moving to open the door, but it wouldn't open "fuck I thought I fixed that, my bad." eddies voice deep "just crawl over me doll, come out this side." Eddie couldn't stop the grin that pulled at his lips.

You blush and peel his hand off of you, using your knees to move, you bend and twist, to get over the centre console, eddies hands ghost over your hips to help guide your if you stumble, you were now hovering over eddies lap, hands on the headrest, you stare down at Eddie confused on why he wasn't opening the door "eds, the door i can't get it, ill fall." you whisper Eddie still looked up at you, not answering you but instead grabbing your hips and with ease, resting you on his lap, you gasp as his semi was pressing up against your core, causing amazing pressure on your warmth between your legs "is this okay? me touching you?" he whispers you nod "yeah i love it eds, i fucking know it's never an accident, but don't worry, I want it, Eddie. I want you," you speak meekly.

"Yeah?" he spoke "you like me touching you huh?" you nod blushing Eddie moves your hands to his shoulders so you would be stable "well, ill touch you then like I've been imaging babe." he dares to move his hands, he begins at the hem of your shirt, slowly running his fingers teasingly up and down your stomach, his hands travel higher, and they reach your bra, grabbing at your tits through the garment you moan out softly as he reaches behind you and unbuckled it, sliding it off your shoulder and then off the other, sliding it out of your sleeve and discarding it somewhere in his van, grabbing your breasts in handfuls, he rubbed and toyed with your nipples. he pulls them up and then lets them go, watching them jiggle through your shirt, you giggle at his actions and his surprised face and he moves back to your hips, grabbing at them roughly, rubbing circles with his thumbs, before letting them travel lower and squeeze at your thighs, grabbing and pinching at them, marvelling at them.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to do this baby, no idea." he blabbed obviously already hyped up, his semi was now very hard and pressing up against your clit, you pull yourself closer to him, "yeah? why don't you show me then?"

[quillthrillswriting]

it's that time again...next ch of "the teenager in the iceberg" sneak peak!!!!!

kinda CW??: discussions of the air nomad genocide, loss of loved ones

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When he opened them again, all Katara could see were glowing eyes, blazing bright. Blazing with anger. 

She barely had time to think before the wind began to whip around her and Sokka, sending leaves swirling. Sokka ducked under a couple larger branches that had broken off of the nearby fruit trees, dead and unused. Trees that had probably supplied the fruit for the Air Nomad’s traditional pies over a century ago. Aang’s tattoos and eyes were blazing blue now, glowing so brightly that it hurt to look over at him. Sokka ducked behind a stone, hoping it would provide cover as he beckoned to Katara to do the same.

But Katara refused.

Aang needs my help, she told herself as she pushed against the winds Aang sent in every direction. Aang needs my help. She repeated the mantra over and over, until she’d finally pushed past the grassy, bone lined field and gotten within what she hoped was Aang’s hearing distance. 

“AANG!” She shouted up at him as he began to levitate, a sphere of air and rock encircling him. She barely even recognized him this way, anger distorting his features, his muscle defined by the light emulating from him. All she could see was that rage and anger and pain, and all she wanted was to get close enough to pull him out of it. With the winds picking up the way they were, Katara struggled to stay on the ground. Still, she had to. Aang needs my help. She felt a hand at her back, and Sokka was there, trying to help get through to Aang.

She cleared her throat, calling out to him again. “AANG! Please, I know that you must be feeling grief, and guilt, right now beyond anything anyone could imagine." She coughed, the winds stirring up dust that caught in her throat. "You may be the last Airbender, but your people, their love and teachings, live on through you. They wouldn’t want this for you!”

Sokka joined her. “They wouldn’t want you to succumb to grief and rage!” He shouted. “Believe me, I get why that would be tempting, but… they would want you to work with those who care about you make sure no one has to experience this again.”

Katara nodded frantically, looking back to Aang. “Please, Aang, come back to us. We care about you!” She exhaled shakily, looking away for a moment before looking back. “Please, come back to me.”

For a second longer, Aang stayed there, hovering in the air, until the light coursing through him abruptly shut off, and he began to fall to the Earth like a shooting star.

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♥ check out the two chapters of this (ongoing) fic & my ao3 here! ->

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[qhoaaaa]

That HBS audio where Milo and Sweetheart are coming back home from vacation has me thinking,,,

MDNI 18+ NSFWW

( @annahxredaxted

heres the tag you wanted 😈🫡 )

Bet that unlocked some kinda light tickle kink for Sweetheart (and maybe Milo too idk)

Like imagine where Milo is touching up on Sweetheart, next thing you know, he's got them in his lap (cockwarming him) with his fingers lightly brushing and tickling against their sides, which makes them squirm and thrust unintentionally into him

He's just nipping at their neck, groaning and saying that they can stay still and handle a little bit of tickling

Man is relishing at their gasps, strained moans, and how they flush against his chest

"Oh, I know my Sweetheart can handle a bit of tickling, can't they?"

Yeah this man tortures them

Bonus if they mix a bit of bondage and that blindfold 🏃🏽‍♂️🏃🏽‍♂️🏃🏽‍♂️

Sweetheart's arms tied behind their back, ropes delicately wrapped around their body (yeah he's salivating), legs tied to the chair

Maybe Milo goes the extra mile to buy a few toys 👀

Uses a feather toy to fluff at their exposed skin, especially at the neck because they jerk their head up or to the side, just giving him more room to play

If they whimper, he praises that and kisses them deeply

He hates when they don't make noise though, if that happens (very rarely), he asks if they're okay and if they want to stop

Milo stares so intently if Sweetheart has the ropes around their crotch, like:

If they've got a cock, the ropes are around the skin with their balls gently squeezing out between the ropes

If they're got a vulva/vagina, the ropes practically make it bulge out thicker

If they've got a tdick, the ropes still squeeze around their skin but their tdick getting erect and wet just takes the cake

Either way that man is going to f e a s t .

They can't see him but they feel his fingers either:

Cock - graze against the shaft up to the tip, then do the same on the underside, just to see them shiver, before Sweetheart whimpers a little, "Please..." and Milo, being the gentleman he is, asks for them to open their sweet mouth so he can wet his fingers to jerk them off together, eventually frotting and making out until they cum together, cocks sharing each other's cum

Vulva/vagina - trace the outline of it, before pulling away so they can ask for more, and when they ask, he presses a few fingers in and a thumb to rub their clit ever so gently, when he removes his hand, they hear him shuffling and moan loud when he has his mouth taking the entirety of them, long and slow licks up to the clit that are definitely worth the wait, he definitely encourages them to grind against his mouth if they can strain against the ropes

Tdick - they shakily huff when Milo's pointer and thumb fingers rub on their dick's sensitive sides, lightly squeezing, nearly making them close their legs in pleasure, he stops that by placing a knee in between their legs and hovers over their lap, using his other leg to stabilize himself, removes the blindfold and makes out with them while rubbing his knee on their dick, ends with a devious smirk from him when they cum on his knee and it's all wet

[ahhrenata]

@lightasthesun you have the best ideas ✨

[reticent-writer]

Tbhk x child oc

The beginning of a fic book I wrote but never posted

Just a test (feedback appreciated, I take well to some criticism too)

"Hey did you know? This school has seven mysteries.

They say that if you find the true story behind each of them... Something will happen."

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"You don't know any of them?" Said a girl to which her friend shook her head. "Okay, I'll tell you just one, the most famous story... Hanako of the toilet."

In the third stall from the end of the girls' bathroom on the third floor of the old building ...You'll find Hanako-san. She'll grant one wish to anyone who summons her spirit... But in exchange, that person will have to give up something precious.

To summon the ghost, knock three times...

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A girl followed the rumor, knocked on the bathroom stall 3 times, and muttered 'her' name.

"Hanako-san, Hanako-san. Are you there." She said nervously. The stall door was grabbed by a hand and slowly creaked open.

"Yessssss I'm heeeeere." A voice said opening the door all the way showing that it is empty. The girl continued to stare at the door as if something or someone was going to appear.

After a few moments of waiting she relaxed a bit. "Oh good, I just imagined it." She said to herself.

A hand lightly grabbed her shoulder.

"Over here." It said making the girl jump and turn around in an attempt to protect herself swinging her arms to it the thing.

"NOO!" She screamed as she turned ready to hit the creeper. Only for her hands to phase through the 'person'.

She turned away from it and ducked while the person laughed at her.

'That's a boy's voice?' She thought to herself.

"Are you okay?" a different voice said.

'Now it sounds like a girl...kinda.' She thought looking to her side to see a little boy, but not in a school uniform like the rumor said. The girl retreated to the other side of the room.

"A see-through body. Ghostly orbs. And a really old uniform... Y-you're..." She said shakily.

"We're supernaturals." The ghosts said in unison. "No. 7 of the school's seven mysteries. Hanako-san of the toilet." Hanako said sitting on the top of the toilet while the little girl hid behind his leg while hugging it.

"I'm Mamoru," The ghost child said curiously. "Nice to meet you." they both said.

"You're Hanako-san..? N-No way! Where's your bob cut and your red skirt? You're a boy, and also why is there a kid." She stuttered out looking between the two before her.

"That stuff's not in style anymore. You can call me Hanako-kun if you want."

"SUPERNATURAL PHANOMENONA FOLLOW TRENDS?!" the girl shouted causing the little ghost to cower behind Hanako-kun.

"Yes, I am a boy. But other than my gender, all the rumors you heard were true." Hanako-kun stated with open arms as 2 ghostly orbs were above each hand.

"THAT STILL DOESN'T EXPLAIN THE CHILD." She yelled pointing to the child hugging the Hanako's leg. Hanako looked down with a smile on his face as the boy hugged tighter.

"he's a different rumor that's not very popular." He said patting the boy's head. "Anyway, for the right price, I will grant the wish of whoever summons me. You have a wish don't you let's hear it." The girl looked deep in thought at what the boy said. That looked turned into a horrified face as she said.

"And you're sure... You're not just some pervy creeper ghost?" Hanako was hurt by this and grabbed the little boy's hand.

"forget it, goodbye." Hanako's voice was weary as he slowly floated back to where he came from while picking up the kid who only looked back at the girl.

"I WAS KIDDING! I THINK A BOY HANAKO-SAN IS TOTALLY AWESOME." The girl yelled out desperately beaconing him to come back. The little boy giggled and wiggled in Hanako's grip to be put down. Once he was down he began hovering around the two still giggling.

"Awesome... Okay tell me your name and wish." Hanako said, with a pen and paper smiling happily.

'he's surprisingly shallow.' she thought. 'and the kid is... being a kid guess.'

"yes sir! Nene Yashiro, from class 1-A of the high school division! I want my crush to fall in love with me immediately~." she said fantasizing about all the scenarios in her head coming true.

the little boy looked up back in forth between the two teens not understanding what was going on.

"Yashiro... got it. And your wish is romantic fulfillment, And the other party's name?" Hanako said writing down everything Yashiro said.

"Minamoto-senpai. He's a second-year! He's handsome, smart, and nice to everyone. He's just amazing. He's the prince of the whole school!" She said dreamily rambling about her crush.

'a crush?' the little boy thought, he couldn't completely understand the concept of liking someone but he was willing to learn.

"I see..." Yashiro was showed a picture of the alleged prince of the school to the two apparitions. "Got it. I'll grant your wish." Han

"So how do you grant wishes, Hanako-san? Do you have special magical items or something?" Yashiro said like a child who saw their favorite toy.

"I sure do. I have something incredible."Hanako said to which Yashiro replied with the word incredible.

"Here."Hanako reached into his pocket pulling out a torn and worn-out book. 'Methods of love, hundreds of strategies~ This is love' it read. Yashiro took the book 

Yashiro deadpanned looking at Hanako, upset that what she envisioned was not reality.

"Now, Now. I think you already know this... But when you seek help from a supernatural being like me, you have to pay a suitable price. If you want powers beyond human understanding, the price is going to be that much greater. So we use this which is much safer." Hanako took the book back from Yashiro and gave it to the little boy, who gladly took it and started to try and read it.

"But... What if I want those powers anyway?" Yashiro looked worried

"Well, then... I don't have any items sorry." Hanako said with a finger on each cheek cutely.

"WHATTTTT!?" Yashiro 'Is this really going to work?'

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[wheres-the-fecking-pie]

Never Again

Sherlock x reader

Summary: Almost two years after TRF and you can no longer cope

Gender neutral reader!

TW: Strong suicidal themes but a happy ending.

Enjoy! I’m actually kinda proud of this one 🥰

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There was a chill to the air atop St Barts, it numbed your shaking hands. The sky seemed to loom above you, it’s dreary tones pressing down upon your shoulders.

You took another step closer.

Looking to the side, you imagine Moriarty laying there, lifeless and bloody. Then you look down to the last place you’d been able seen the man you loved alive. You’d tried to get over your grief, for almost two years you’d tried. Listening to the public disgrace his name and then pretend to care again when they learned the truth. Being harassed by this new fan club of his, not to mention the media!

You’d been alone. Even John had left you and moved in with some woman. Mrs Hudson, bless her, she’d tried her best and Greg popped round a few times but without Sherlock it all seemed pointless.

Another step. Your penultimate step. The ground swayed beneath you as you looked down at the cars dragging themselves through the street, then again at the pavement you and John had been standing on when it happened.

A strong breeze blew your hair from your face, his coat billowing behind you like it had done once before. A perfect emulation, almost. You closed your eyes, slowly raising your arms at your side and simply breathing, enjoying the cities melancholy song one last time. The mixture of sounds faded into the background as you exhaled. This was it. Time to take the fall.

Y/N

You’d thought you’d miss 221b but it hadn’t been home in a long time.

Y/N!

You thought of John one last time, you hoped he’d be happy in his new life. He might have left but he was still dear to you and Sherlocks loss had almost broken him. But mostly you thought of Sherlock. The consulting detective. You’d never been one to believe in heaven but you hoped that perhaps you were going to see him again. You almost smiled. Almost.

“Y/N!”

Your eyes opened. You didn’t turn. You didn’t even respond. You lifted one foot, hovering over the edge.

“Please Y/N, get down from there”

You’d never heard Mycroft sound so ... urgent.

“Let me help you”

“Mycroft...” you breathed shakily. You wanted to believe he could help you but he couldn’t, only Sherlocks return could do that.

He moved closer “Y/N”

You tried to block him out, it was too late to change your mind.

“He wouldn’t want this...”

You shook your head, angrily fighting off the oncoming tears.

“I can’t” you gasped, your voice was tight and broken, “please”. You weren’t sure if you were pleading for death or rescue at this point but you did know that the elder homes brother was right. Sherlock wouldn’t want this.

The ball in your throat felt heavy enough to split skin. Reaching your hand out behind you, you felt glued to the spot. The moments before contact felt like an eternity but when his hand finally grasped yours gravity returned to you all at once, buckling your knees as he helped you back off the edge.

Your shoulders shook with the effort of your sobs while Mycroft did his best so be comforting. You could hear him speaking softly to you but you weren’t listening. Your world was crumbling yet again with no way out.

Oh Sherlock, what have we done?

Eventually you stopped crying and just sat there in Mycrofts arms, slumped against his chest and exhausted.

“You need to come with me”

You simply nodded and let him lead you away, down through St Barts to one of his expensive looking cars. With your head pressed against the cool glass of the window you watched the city pass you buy, blurred by the rain drops that clung to it. The hum of the engine could be heard ever so slightly. You didn’t know where you were going and you didn’t care. You could have sat in this car for the rest of eternity and never felt a thing. But eventually the journey came to an end as they always do and you followed Mycroft into a building and through many halls until you arrived at a door.

He stopped and turned to you, hesitant, “Y/N, I-“ he paused “well” he opened the door and you followed him inside.

As you ventured further into the room a familiar voice sounded from near by “Mycroft!” but it couldn’t be “how much longer must we wait? It was my understanding that-“ he stopped when he saw you “oh”

Sherlock...

A heavy silence fell over the room. There he was, alive .. breathing... looking at you. You didn’t know what to think, you couldn’t think clearly if you tried. The anticipation was thick and the very air seemed to be holding its breath.

“Y/N...”

A small cry left your mouth at the sound of his voice, your name, the air swallowed it to silence.

“Y/N I-“

“Shut up” you cut him off and pulled him into your embrace and buried your face in chest. He held you tight and you cried silently, clinging to him with such intensity as if he might disappear the moment you let go.

You looked up at him, hands still fisted in his shirt. There were tears in his eyes.

“Two years Sherlock I- I was gonna- I almost...”

You turned to look at Mycroft who was also looking rather guilty as he turned his eyes to the ground. You wanted to be angry, you wanted to be furious. You wanted to scream at them until your lungs gave out but you couldn’t, because he was here, he was alive and he was back and oh god how you’d missed him. You’d missed the violin at 1am and the eyeballs in the fridge, you’d missed his smile and the way he held you and that face he makes when he’s thinking. The way his eyes light up when all the clues piece together. You’d missed him.

“Never again”

“No, never again”

[shorkbrian]

How about some barbarian bakugo noncon?

Prelude - One time I came home from a walk and smelled this scent so freaking thick that I could taste it, and I almost threw up cause it smelled like skinning a deer but like, ten times worse?? and I was like lol that’s kinda weird and it turns out the neighbor had caught a skunk in a catch-and-release trap (which we gave him cause we didn’t want him catching a skunk in a trap that’d kill it) and apparently decided to kill it right then and there, and just let it by the edge of his property, right by my car. That was fun. 

Anyways, Katsuki makes a big deal about reader looking different in this. You can take that any way you’d like. Personally, I was feeling insecure about my freckles (I have so many that my skin almost looks even-toned because they almost all touch rip) and my hair color/odd face so I wrote him liking that reader looked different. It’s not super deep lol

Pairing - Bakugou Katsuki X Reader X slight Izuku Midoriya

Warnings - NSFW, dubcon, noncon, voyerisum, exhibistionism, blood mention lol. Idk groping?

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/4FeWr4OsidcJClBjUEBHWI?si=OPHwLWXrTsiNQ42SlMKLEg

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There is a point where you stop screaming.

A point when you realize that no one is coming to save you, that you’re wasting your breath, that it’s fruitless. Does nothing more than raw your throat and grate against your own ears.

It’s no use. The Barbarian King seems unaffected, perhaps even spurred on by your ear-splitting screams. There’s no reason to scream anymore - it’d be impossible to scream forever.

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Village in flames, corpses littering the streets. You’d heard about the stench of death from books, from traveling warriors who stop in your village for a night, regaling the people with tales of heroics and strength. It smelled quite different from what you had imagined though.

Metallic, yes, but tangy, thick enough for you to taste the iron seeping into the ground. Raw, like the scent of the butcher’s shop, heavy and suffocating - you hadn’t been able to breathe.

Everything had happened so fast, too fast. People were dead, people were dying, people were killing and being killed. You had been running, trying to escape the stifling aroma of your village being drained, the barbarians running amok through the streets leeching out it’s lifeblood.

Then you had been falling, tripped up by a loose limb on the ground, a body still warm and rattling with it’s last breaths. Shocked by the vivid image of the gore underneath you, a man reaching for his severed arm, you hadn’t been able to catch yourself as you fell, a cry leaving your lips.

Darkness.

And then light as you slowly blinked to awareness, slumped on the ground. A line of prisoners, prizes from the raid. You were one of them, hands bound to your neck, ankles tied to the people on either side of you. Two men had come by after a while, a green haired man in dress similar to your own - perhaps a captured man from the village?

The other man was bare chested, as many of the barbarians were, gold and red paint swirled across his skin in intricate, sharp patterns. He looked fearsome, and he barked at the green haired man accompanying him who scribbled furiously onto paper at each utterance of the fearsome blonde man.

They seemed to be going down the lengthy line of prisoners, assigning them? Selecting them for something? You didn’t know, couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You were numb, sealed off from the horrific event you had just experienced, safe within your cocoon of forced apathy.

And then the two men were in front of you, the blonde man silent as he stared you down, the green haired man with his pen poised, though he studied you also.

But they quickly moved on, the barbarian barking something at his companion, before striding to the next prisoner.

You had been untied from your fellow captives, led through the barbarian camp. Red tents, warm fires and laughter filled the space, bare-chested warriors of both genders celebrating their recent victory.

The large red tent you had been led to was warm, a fire crackling in the deep pit in the center, silky furs softening the harshness of the ground. There was a table in front of the fire, a large basin filled with water nearby, close to the fire. A desk in the corner, near the tent flap, and a folding screen hiding the back of the tent from view.

Promptly tied to the leg of a table, you were left alone, the woman who had dragged you here leaving before you could ask what was happening.

Shortly, green hair popped through the tent flap, quickly followed by the rest of the man from earlier, the one dressed like your people.

“Izuku Midoriya!” He had introduced himself, giving a little flourish as he bowed, before being pushed aside as the fearsome blonde from before entered the tent.

Still tied to the leg of the table, numb to the world, you merely stared at the ground when the two men approached.

“What’s your name?” The green haired man - Izuku - asked.

He was met with a blank stare.

The blonde man growled at your lack of answer, spitting something in his native tongue, words you didn’t understand. Izuku seemed to shrink, before turning to address you again.

“Please tell us your name. Kacchan is not the most patient man.”

The fearsome man beside him bared his teeth towards you, and you shrank back. He did not seem the type of person who tolerated being left waiting.

“(Y/N)….” You whispered, eyes falling to the ground.

“(Y/N), ah! Such an interesting name, the first part means-“ Izuku was cut off from his ramble with a shove from the blond man - Kacchan - who crouched down in front of you, rolling your name around his tongue.

Turning, he spoke to Izuku in the same jumbled language, who listened, then addressed you as Kacchan turned back to study you again.

“Kacchan would like to know uhm, uuh.....” Izuku trailed off, uncertain eyes flickering between you and the blonde.

Kacchan scoffed, listening to Izuku’s hesitancy with disdain, saying something directed at the younger man, yet Kacchan’s eyes were fixed on you the entire time. It was intimidating.

“He uh, wants to know ifyou’reavirgin.”

Oh god.

Even though the man’s words were rushed, you understood, limbs beginning to shake. You were going to be violated.

A finger poking your calf made you jump, the blonde man leering at you, head cocked to the side, eyebrow raised as if to say “Well?”

You shook your head - lovers had existed in your life, not many, but you still cherished each one deeply, thought back on the experiences you shared fondly.

When relayed this information, the blonde man seemed to grin even wider, rising to his feet. “This will be easier then, no need to go slow.”

With a gasp, you lifted your gaze, wide eyes taking in the man hovering above you. His words were completely forgotten as you took in the shock of understanding his words. He spoke your tongue? Wasn’t he using an interpreter? Why-?

The confusion must be apparent on your face, because Kacchan scoffed, turning to stride to the table, taking a seat facing the fire.

“It pays to play dumb.”

“Loose lipped locals give information more freely when they assume that Kacchan can’t understand them.” Izuku beamed, crouching down in the Barbarian’s previous place to begin untying the rope binding your hands and feet to the table leg.

“Stand up for me please.”

You did as Izuku asked, shakily rising to your feet with a helping hand from Izuku on your arm. He began leading you towards the basin nearby, Kacchan watching the two of you with sharp eyes.

“Do you need help with the fastenings?” Giving Izuku a confused look, your eyes fell to the basin, to the fire, to Kacchan seated at the table. Were they going…. Were they going to boil you alive? Eat you?

Trembling even harder now, it was only Izuku’s surprisingly strong grip on your arm that kept you upright, knees giving out beneath you.

“Help her out, she’s damn near useless.” Kacchan’s strong voice cut through the air, the air that seemed too thick, the air that was choking you, throat closing up.

What does one even do in this situation? Do you beg for your life? Scream for help? Who would come? Accept your inevitable fate?

There was no time to make a decision, however, because Izuku’s nimble fingers were pulling at the fastening of your dress, quickly unlacing it.

You were numb again, fingers leaden, legs heavy, mind fuzzy and listless. Izuku peeled down the top of your dress, and you barely thought to cover yourself - you’d be dead in minutes anyways, what did it matter?

Still, your hands rose to your breasts, shielding them from view involuntarily. Kacchan snorted from his sweat, but said nothing.

When you were completely bare, an arm over your chest, a hand over your sex, Izuku ushered you towards the basin, prompting you to step into it.

This was it, you were going to die.

One last shot of fear raced up your spine, and you turned to the green haired man by your side, his hand falling away from the small of your back. “Please, please don’t kill me, I don’t know what I did but please spare my life. Please, I’m sorry.”  Tears were burning your vision, throat choked up with thickness.

Kacchan burst into laughter. “I’m not gonna kill you, the fuck?! Goddamn, your people call us barbarians yet you’re afraid of a bath, fucking hypocrites.” There was a mirthful glint in his eyes when you looked at him, the man leaning back in his chair, arms resting behind his head as he relaxed.

Izuku chuckled also, putting his hand on your lower back again, gently pushing you towards the basin. “You’ll be okay, it’s just some warm water. It’s close to the fire because we don’t want you to catch a chill. You know, the human body actually operates best when it’s within the temperatures of-“

“Deku, shut your trap before I come kick your ass, just get the girl into the water, you dumb fuck.”

The water was warm, and it felt pleasant against your skin, just on the right side of too warm, hot enough to have you relaxing your shoulders as you sank down lower, the liquid covering you up to your neck.

Izuku-Deku? Held your hair out of the way, quickly using a scoop to wet down the strands before rubbing some kind of herbal scrub through your scalp, cleaning out the dirt and debris that had gathered during the raid. You were certain you were absolutely filthy, covered in mud and small scraps, half of your side crusted with dried blood and muck from falling in the bloody street.

For a moment, you felt embarrassed at your earlier panic, silly and like a stupid child, thinking that they were going to boil and eat you. It was clear now what their intent had been, but riddled with fear your thoughts had been clouded and slow.

Fear was still present, rolling through your brain in waves, goosebumps rising from your flesh as you tried to hypothesize what was going to happen to you. From their earlier questioning, you had a faint idea, but you couldn’t bear to think about that outcome, didn’t know if you could tolerate it.

Instead, you let the warm water soothe your body, washing away the grime and dust. Izuku’s hands were gentle in your hair, as he massaged your scalp, as he rinsed out the soap. You tried to ignore how his breath hitched whenever you shifted - you couldn’t keep all of your body covered, no matter how you positioned yourself.

His hands disappeared from your hair, instead prompting your to sit up straight so he could scrub at your body with a cloth smelling of the herbal soap.

It felt weird, and goosebumps arose on your skin as strange hands touched your body. You closed your eyes and endured, for there was nothing else that could be done.

Running would be a bad idea - a naked woman sprinting through the barbarian camp would surely be caught and violated, or brought back to this tent for some twisted punishment. And you could only run if you managed to get past the two men, who ere watching you like hawks, and much, much stronger than you.

Izuku’s hands paused briefly at your chest, eyes flickering over to the blonde man, who nodded in permission. Then Izuku’s hand were running the cloth across your breasts, washing them in gentle circular motions, taking care to not scrub too hard or push too deep.

You bit your tongue as you waited for it to be over.

And it was soon, at least that part. Then the green haired man was instructing you up on your knees, facing him. Telling you to grab onto his shoulder (the man was also kneeling) and spread your legs apart.

Trembling limbs obeyed, face flushing bright red as you followed his commands, eyes squeezing shut so you wouldn’t have to look at his own flushed face.

He ran the cloth down your back, over your ass, then slipped it between your legs to wash your sex with easy swipes of the cloth. The man’s breathing picked up subtly, and you could tell, leaning up against him as you were. His hands wandered, the cloth moving slower and slower upon your cunt, almost stroking at your folds, his fingers pressing through the cloth.

“Oi, Deku! Keep your shitty hands to yourself, you’re supposed to be washing her up, not feeling her up, shitbrain.” Kacchan barked, slamming his fist down against the table to get Izuku’s attention.

Both you and the man in front of you jumped, Izuku immediately blushing the deepest red you’d ever seen, flashing the blonde an apologetic look and you a nervous smile, before he seemed to gather himself, continuing to dutifully cleanse your nether regions.

It was awkward for the both of you, feeling his hands run over your private areas, over your sex, through your ass cheeks. But then he was down, rinsing you off with scoops of warm water before fetching a large towel, ushering you out of the basin, holding out the towel to wrap around your body when you stepped out.

Then you were ushered closer to the fire, sat upon a small stool as you huddled close to the warmth, clutching the towel tightly around you. The air was quite warmer than outside, but was still cold to your wet skin.

Izuku began running his fingers through your hair, parting knots, patting sections dry with a corner of the towel. By the time he was finished, you felt warm again, face rosy from the heat of the fire.

The heat felt pleasant, like the feeling of a full belly after a long day.

You were tired, exhausted from the emotional weight you had endured. Village burned, tripping over corpses and disembodied limbs, taken captive, forced away from your fellow villagers.  Stripped down and fondled - at this point, you just wanted to sleep.

To sleep and sleep, wake up and have this all be a bad dream. Some twisted nightmare your mind conjured up while in the warmth and safety of your own home.

A large hand upon your shoulder roused you from your half-asleep state, lulled by the warmth of the fire and the quietness of the tent. You jumped, turning to find Kacchan towering over you and Izuku both.

Kacchan crouched, his hand sliding from your shoulder to your hair, then onto your cheek. “You look so fuckin’ weird.”

Izuku sputtered. “Oh my god, what he means to say, is that we’ve never seen anyone like you before. You’re… quite unique, and very um, attractive.”

You leaned away from the hand on your cheek, and Kacchan let you, red eyes blinking slowly as they scanned your features.  He was an odd man, as was Izuku. There was an obvious dynamic of power, Izuku submitting to Kacchan willingly.

“Alright, you’re dry enough, get up.” You blinked at Kacchan, processing his words, before he huffed out a breath, rising to his own feet. “C’mon, let’s go, are you stupid? Get the fuck up.”

You scrambled to your feet, towel still wrapped tightly around your body, preserving your modesty.

Kacchan’s hand shot out, gripping the back of your neck, pulling you along with him as he strode towards the back of the tent, towards the sectioned screen acting as a wall.

“Deku, make your ass useful and dump out the bathwater, will ya?”

You weren’t able to see Izuku move due to the hand forcing your head forward, but you could hear his footsteps as he hurried to do what Kacchan instructed.

Rounding the screen, it was clear to see that this was where the Barbarian King slept, a pile of cozy-looking furs strewn in a pile on the ground.

You were promptly shoved towards them, stumbling down to your knees as you lost your balance. The furs provided cushion though, soft and inviting.

But you were scared again.

It was happening, it was going to happen, you were going to raped by the King.

Turning back towards the man, you began to plead, hands securing the towel around your shoulders like a safety blanket. “Sir, please, don’t do this, why me? You can have anyone, not me, please not me.”

He ignored you in favor of beginning to strip, unfastening his cloak, removing his weapons. You decided to try and appeal using a more personal approach.

“Kacchan-“

Suddenly the man was in your face, his own visage twisted into a growl.

“Don’t you ever fucking call me that. Stupid ass Deku made that shit up when we were kids, I’m not some brat anymore. I’m Katsuki-“ He backed away from you, leaving you trembling. “-Barbarian King.”

The man resumed removing his clothes, dropping his belt to the ground, grumbling as he began to undo his pants. “Should beat his fuckin’ ass for calling me that, so goddamn disrespectful. Fuck him, stupid little ass wipe twerp-“

You tuned him out, frozen. What could you do? Another impasse where your options were none.

A strong hand gripped your shoulder, or more accurately, your towel, tugging it forcefully away from you.

“No!” You cried, trying to pull it back, to cover yourself, but the man was stronger, ripping it away before you could utter another word.

“No! Stop, please!” You tried again, finally taking in Kacc-Katsuki before you. He was naked now, aside from the paint decorating his skin. His cock was quickly hardening, plumping up with each step he took towards you as you scrambled backwards.

“Katsuk-Katsuki, I’m begging you, please don’t do this. I’ll do anything! Please just have someone else!” You sobbed, back finally meeting the wall of the tent.

Katsuki smirked, crouching down just out of your reach. “You’ll do anything? You’ll let my horde use you as a toy then?”

Dread flowed through your already fear-filled body, and you gulped thickly, eyes closing.

“No?”

Shaking your head, you started to cry silently, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“You’re already doing fucking anything.” Katsuki growled, hand shooting out to grab your ankle, dragging you down and towards him.

A high-pitched cry left you as he pulled you under him, until he was hovering over you, grinning. “Cry all you want, ain’t gonna change a damn thing. In fact-“ He surged down, until his forehead touched your own, red eyes blazing “-It just turns me on more.”

The man pulled away, a hand falling heavily around your throat, giving a compulsory squeeze before hie started moving his hand downwards, fingers skimming across your flesh.

Immediately, your own hands caught his own, trying to still their journey as they neared your breasts. Katsuki paused, a sound akin to a growl falling from his throat as his eyes flickered away from your body and up to your own eyes.

There was a threat there, a warning. Let him touch, or else. Trembling, you removed your hands, instead grabbing at the furs you rested upon. Katsuki made a gruff sound of approval, before resuming his exploration of your body.

“You’re like nothing I’vs ever seen before, know that? Like some fuckin’ alien or something, but damn, you’re gorgeous. Didn’t even know someone could look like this.” He mused, entranced as he watched his hands splay over your body, pinching at your skin, caressing your breasts, slipping over your stomach and down between your legs.

“Oh god, pleaseee-“ You sobbed out, cringing as a finger trailed down your slit.

Katsuki stilled, quirking a brow as he smiled meanly. “Please what? You wanna cum?”

“Please stop…” You whispered, eyes clenching shut again as he found your clit, giving it a few quick rubs.

The man scoffed, before quickly teasing one of his fingers into your tight hole. “Tough shit, I’ve never had whatever the fuck you are, I ain’t stopping”

His finger burned, dry and too large, and you struggled to keep from clenching down upon it in discomfort, trying to force out the intrusion. This would go easier if you relaxed, if you let him have his way. You knew that, rationally, but it was hard to make you body obey.

Katsuki prepped you quickly, fingering you open until he deemed you ready, withdrawing his fingers and crudely wiping them off upon your thigh. You twitched away at the wetness, at your own slick being cleaned off  on your skin, but Katsuki ignored you.

“Why do you look like this anyway? What the fuck happened?” Katsuki asked coarsely, shuffling off of your thighs, moving to lounge by your side, studying you.

The man seemed to be taking a break, more interested in your looks than fucking you, but you were glad for the reprieve, trying to wipe tears from your face as you struggled to think of a response.

“I-I don’t know?” You finally spoke, genuinely at a loss for how to explain your appearance.

Katsuki studied you with sharp eyes, a hand reaching down to his cock, beginning to absent-mildly pump himself while he looked you over.

“I’ve traveled through every shitty little village in the north, met with the damn piss-baby tribes of the east, I’ve ransacked the towns of spoiled nobles, and I’ve never seen anyone who looks like you.”

You sat up, subtly shuffling away from the Barbarian King while you shrugged, at a loss.

Your appearance wasn’t anything superiorly unusual, but apparently it piqued Katsuki’s interest. Yes, your skin was perhaps a bit different, but it’s not like you were inhuman.

Katuski seemed to get tired of talking though, settling further back into the furs, getting himself comfortable as he jerked himself off. You refused to look between his legs.

“Alright, whatever. Get up here.”

Pausing, you looked at him incredulously. Did he mean on his lap? His chest? You didn’t want to be anywhere near him - wouldn’t he find more pleasure with someone who was willing?

“Are you fucking deaf? C’mon, up.” He growled, patting his thigh, urging you over.

A gulp before you started moving, limbs heavy and hesitant, unwilling as you slowly crawled forward, towards the intimidating, impatient blonde.

You straddled his thighs unsteadily, swinging your leg over, trying to avoid touching his cock.

Unfortunately, despite your best efforts, you caught sight of it, the red tip, the precum making his length shine, the wrinkly, darker skin of his balls, his blond pubes.

You cringed, distaste evident upon your face, and you heard Katsuki chuckle darkly before his hands grabbed your hips, dragging you forward.

“What, don’t fucking like what you see? Am I not to your taste? I’ve fucked whorebag princesses less fussy than you. Get over yourself.” He spat, before taking a hand off your hip, reaching underneath you to line himself up as his other hand kept you lifted.

You trembled in his hold, twitching and swaying to the side, but this was unavoidable.

A gasp left your lips as he entered you, tip slipping through your folds, teasing into your wet hole, stretching you out.

Katsuki let out a groan, slowly dropping you down until he could remove his hand from his cock, returning it to your hip, guiding you to push further down. You felt disgusting, his cock sliding against your velvety insides, dirtying your walls with leaking precum.

When your sit bones rested against his upper thighs, his cock resting fully inside you, it felt impossible to breathe, your chest rising to draw in air but failing, the distress you felt upon being speared open seemingly too much for your body to handle.

“Fucking hell, you’re so tight. You got a dirty little cunt, don’t you? Feels fucking amazing.” Katsuki groaned, moving his hips minutely, relishing the grip your inside had on his cock, how warm you were around him.

“Ride me, will you? I’m getting bored down here.” He snapped after a moment, delivering a harsh slap to your rear to emphasize his words, spurring you into tentative action.

Problem is, you didn’t want to.

Your palms rested against his heated chest, eyes raising to the ceiling as your cheeks burned. This was embarrassing, you couldn’t do this. You couldn’t be an active participant in your violation. What would that make you?

“Oi, princess - I don’t got all night.“ Katsuki growled, landing a significantly more-jarring hit to rear, hard enough to make you squeak and jump, hips twitching at the sensation of his cock moving around your pussy at the movement.

Afraid of more forceful repercussions, you started to move, slowly sliding up, then down, creeping along, hoping it’d be enough to satisfy the man.

It wasn’t.

Katsuki grumbled something under his breath, before tightening his hold on your hips, planting his feet in the furs, then plunging into you with force. The sudden movement jostled you, and you fell forward with a cry, head bouncing onto Katsuki’s chest by your hands, the man groaning as he found a satisfactory rhythm.

“There we go, that’s fuckin’ nice.”

You cried into his chest, hands clutched into fists as you were bounced up and down, the led slap of skin too loud and jarring in the tent. The paint on Katsuki’s body was beginning to smear, sweat dampening his skin and letting the paint drip onto the ground, transfer to your own skin.

It was starting to feel good, make your stomach tighten, limbs tremble with pleasure instead of fear, and you hated it.

Slick sounds reached your ears, out of rhythm with Katsuki’s quick prods. It was wet, pulsing, as if someone-

Gasping breaths reached your ears, not from the man grunting beneath you.

Another round of cold fear dampened your arousal as you honed in on the sound, realizing it was coming from the other side of the screen.

Someone was on the other side of the screen, listening in to the Barbarian King taking you against your will.

A stuttered cry left you when Katsuki pushed too hard, hitting your sweet spot, making you clench and shudder, forgetting about the other person for a second.

But they were so loud, little gasps and moans, and the shlick, shlick, shlick, was getting faster and faster, it was impossible to ignore.

Should you try to tell Katsuki? Would he stop? Would he be mad? It was so disturbing, knowing someone was sitting on the other side of the screen,  jerking themselves off so obviously .

“Katsuki-Katsuki wait, oh-“ You started, quickly cut off by a series of battering thrusts against your sweet spot.

But you had to try again. “Wait, sto-o-op, wa-unh, unh, Katsuki pl-mmh!”

“Shut up, I don’t fucking care.” The man snapped, out of breath.

“But there’s-oh…. Katsuki there’s someo-“

“I don’t /fucking care/.” Katsuki reiterated, gritting his teeth. He shut you up with another perfectly placed push against your sweet spot, and a cruel spank against your already-stinging ass.

“Ow!” You yelped, clenching up.  It was clear now, that Katsuki was aware of the listener, he just didn’t mind. Maybe he got off on it, knowing someone was listening to him take apart his latest conquest.

Clenching up was the wrong response, because the Barbarian King swore, before his hips sped up, bouncing you so violently on his lap that you found it hard to breath, barely able to hang on for the ride.

“Oh…. (Y/N)….” The voice behind the screen moaned lowly, almost whispering.

It was Izuku.

You shivered, at the sound, feeling creeped out with the knowledge that the gentle, timid “interpreter” was listening. He must have returned at some point from dumping out the basin. You were feeling revolted by this entire situation, disgusted with Katsuki, Izuku, and most importantly with yourself.

Pleasure was building quickly in your stomach, zapping up into your chest, making you tingle and shake with the sensations assaulting your body.

“Sit back, fucking sit back-“ Katsuki panted, pushing at one of your shoulders to push you up, so he could see you as he fucked up into you, watch your body move, your face contorting in pleasure.

You felt like you couldn’t help it, your eyes closing, mouth falling open to let out girlish, high-pitched moans.

Your breasts were being jostled, jiggling up and down with the movement of your body, and it hurt. Hands moved to hold them, stopping their bouncing, but Katsuki appreciated the view apparently, because he groaned, pushing his head back while still trying to watch you.

“Fuck, that’s so hot. Keep touching yourself princess, keep moaning like a little slut. Let Deku know how fucking good I’m making you feel.”

Your body didn’t give you a choice, noises being pushed from your throat involuntarily as Katsuki pounded into you, red eyes trained on your frame, intense and unwavering.

An orgasm ripped through you, seemingly out of nowhere despite the steady buildup of it the past few minutes. You gasped, breathing catching in your throat, hips furiously grinding down against Katsuki’s as you rode it out, trying to stimulate your clit to intensify the feeling.

The noises leaving you were perverted; wet gasps, little squeaks and long moans as you fucked yourself onto Katsuki’s cock, previous hesitance forgotten in preference of chasing your pleasure.

Katsuki swore underneath you again, rabbiting his hips up into you in response, breathing raggedly as he neared his own release.

You were so lost in feeling the sensations in your own body, you didn’t register the stuttered groans on the other side of the screen, the speedy clicking of Izuku jerking himself through his own orgasm, the almost-silent spatter of his cum hitting the screen.

Katsuki swore once more, a vehement “Shit, shit!” before he pulled out quickly, orgasm apparently catching him by surprise, the first few warm strings of cum shooting into your warm cunt, adding to the wet mess of your own orgasm.

The rest was aimed onto the puffy lips of your slit, one of Katsuki’s hands leaving your hips to pump his cock as he gasped, hips twitching upward at the sudden temperature change from your burning heat to the air of the tent.

Then there was just the sound of three people breathing heavily, completely spent, sweaty and dirtied from sex.

Katsuki pulled you down onto his chest, chuckling breathlessly as he brought his clean hand to your head, ruffling your hair tiredly.

“Well, you’re a goddamn catch, pussy’s like a fuckin’ vice.” The crude comment made your cheeks color, but as exhausted as you were, you couldn’t find the energy to offer a rebuttal.

“I think you’re gonna stick around for a while.” Katsuki mused, and you felt your heart drop. “Yeah, you’re a keeper. Maybe if fuckface over there-“ The blond slapped at the screen “-can stop being a pervert, we could actually fuck without feeling creeped out.”  He growled, although the blonde didn’t sound irritated in the least.

A small “Sorry Kacchan” was whispered from the other side of the screen, and Katsuki laughed dryly.

“Tell you what bastard, maybe I’ll let you touch her a bit.” Katsuki said, a hand creeping down to knead at your ass. “Then you don’t have to act like a little freak. Who knows, maybe I’ll even let you fuck her if you do good translating those maps we found. Got it, you little shitnugget?”

“Mm, alright Kacchan.” Came the tired response.

You were barely awake, already drifting off on Katsuki’s warm chest, too preoccupied with the red and gold paint no doubt smearing against your cheek than with the conversation going on around you.

You could panic about that later.

[rodr1cks]

manic pixie pizza girl | 1.4k

fluff; you’re rodrick’s favorite delivery girl

“12 Surrey Street,” you mumbled to yourself, plopping down into your car. You sped out of the parking lot, ready to get your last delivery of the night over with.

You pulled up to the house and grabbed the five pizzas from your passenger seat and headed towards the home.

You knocked on the scarlet colored door a few times. And then a few times again when the first knocks went unanswered. You were met with silence.

You could hear ridiculously loud music from where you stood outside and you were growing irritated. You knew there was somebody home and if these pizzas didn’t get paid for you were a deadman.

You tried one last time, delivering three extra hard knocks to the door and ringing the doorbell at least twice.

At last, the door swung open, revealing the most attractive boy you’d ever seen. Your annoyance quickly reduced to a dull afterthought.

The boy called back inside, “Yeah these mom bucks are a gold mine!” He turned to face you again.

“H-hi, uh, pizza?” You stammer. He nodded at you curiously, “Yeah… Pizza.”

“Right, that’ll be $52.50, please.”

What was happening to you? You had laid your eyes on the raven headed boy for less than sixty seconds and you felt like you were disintegrating in front of his gaze. Shakily, you took the cash from his hand.

“Keep the change,” he winked at you. Suddenly, you couldn’t move, or speak, or breathe. You held up your hand, waving awkwardly as he closed the door.

You practically sprinted back to your car, ready to soak in the humiliation from your previous interaction.

The next day, you couldn’t stop thinking about the interaction you had on Surrey Street. The boy’s deep brown eyes were ingrained into your memory. You even made a note of the small mole that sat next to his eyebrow. He was tall and slim and wait, was he wearing eyeliner?

It was agonizingly painful to get through your day.

It was a saturday, so you were delivering pizzas back to back the entire day.

Your night was finally coming to an end. You had one more delivery slated before you could go home and absolutely crash. Your coworker handed over the order.

“Oh, and they specifically requested you to deliver this, by the way,” your coworker rattled off, nonchalantly. “They said to send the awkward girl with the black car.

That was you alright.

Your heart skipped in your chest. You tried to contain your hope, telling yourself there was no way he would ever ask for you.

You cleared your throat, “And what is the address on that one?”

“Hmm, let’s see. Looks like it’s 12 Surrey Street.”

Your jaw fell to the floor.

“Do you know them, y/n?”

You stuttered, unsure of what to say, “Oh, u-uhm, no, not exactly.”

The drive over to the now familiar house was nerve-wracking. Your mind was racing.

Oh, god. You probably smelled like pizza and you probably looked like garbage and- Your navigation system pulled you from your thoughts. “You have arrived,” the electronic voice droned out.

No turning back now.

Before exiting your car, you made an effort to somewhat fix your appearance. It wasn’t easy, but you improved your looks at least a little bit. You also made sure to reapply your perfume.

You grabbed the pizza from the passenger side, only one box this time. You slowly approached the door, your anxiety running rampant.

You rapped on the door three times and rang the doorbell. Tonight, the door was answered almost immediately, as if somebody had been awaiting your arrival.

“Hey,” the boy from the previous night greeted you with a slight smirk.

So he does wear eyeliner.

He was leaning against the doorway, one arm elevated, holding the top of the doorframe. You allowed your eyes to linger on his biceps a little too long.

“Is that for me?” He asked, knowing good and well it was.

You nodded, drool nearly departing from your bottom lip.

You opened your mouth to tell him the total, but he spoke before you.

“This might be weird but do you wanna come in? I won’t kill you or anything, promise.”

What? The? Fuck?

Is he serious? Okay, play it cool, y/n.

You nodded again, letting out a small squeak. So much for playing it cool.

He stepped back into the house, holding the door open for you. You passed under his arm and into the inviting atmosphere.

You hovered awkwardly in the entryway, waiting for him to say something, anything.

“Well, are you gonna tell me your name?”

“Oh right, of course, I-I’m y/n. Do I get to know your name?”

“I guess I can tell you. I’m Rodrick. You might’ve heard of me. I kinda run a band, Löded Diper.”

You’d never heard of it.

“Oh, yeah! Sounds familiar, actually!” You lied to protect his ego.

His eyes lit up, thrilled by your response.

“Wanna see my setup?” The pizza you brought was long forgotten.

Part of you knew that wasn’t really a question. Rodrick led you through the hallway and into the garage. It was covered with string lights and Löded diper posters. There was a small couch and coffee table against one of the walls.

“Please, y/n, have a seat. Take a moment to digest the man cave.”

He played a couple sets for you and honestly, he was better than you had expected.

After what was probably half an hour, he retired his drumsticks. You gave him a small round of applause and he gave you a dramatic bow.

You smiled up at him.

He plopped down next to you, resting an arm on the couch behind you.

“So… y/n, the ‘rents won’t be home for a while. We could… watch a movie or something. If you want.”

You still couldn’t believe this was happening.

“U-uh sure, what do you have?”

He smiled, immediately rattling off movie titles until one piqued your interest.

“Scream it is.”

Rodrick showed you up to his room. It was decorated similarly to the garage, complete with band and movie posters, colorful lights, and some miscellaneous items scattered on the floor.

One item being a playboy magazine. You blushed and he kicked it under the bed, attempting to laugh it off.

“Uhm, sit anywhere you’d like.” He was the awkward one now. Rodrick fumbled with the dvd, eventually sliding it into the disc player.

Despite this being your favorite movie, you found it impossible to pay attention. Rodrick had found a seat right next to you on his couch.

You were staring at Rodrick through the corner of your eye, unable to break eye contact from his fiddling hands. You watched the veins in his arms contract and flex with every small movement he made. You were enamoured.

Your breath caught as he moved his hand to rest on your upper thigh.

He looked over at you, searching for your approval, “Is this okay?”

You nodded as your heart rate increased rapidly. He began rubbing his thumb in gentle circles over your smooth skin. You could feel heat blistering in your cheeks and you were suddenly grateful that the only light illuminating your face came from the flickering tv.

You glanced over at rodrick, his pale skin and rosy lips glowing in the dim lighting. You wanted nothing more than to feel his plush lips on yours.

A surge of confidence rushed over you and you rolled onto his lap.

You repeated his own question to him, “Is this okay?” You could see his jaw fall open slightly as he nodded excitedly.

He placed his large hands on the small of your waist. He smirked at you, “How about this?”

You rolled your eyes at the little game the two of you had begun.

“And what about,” You leaned in and kissed him slowly. Your lips moved in sync perfectly. He tasted like sour candy and gas station icee.

“This?”

He pretended to think for a moment, “Hmm… not quite sure about that one. Let’s try again so I can be sure.”

He didn’t have to ask you twice.

You kissed him again, prying past his pliant lips with your tongue. This kiss was far longer and far more sensual. Rodrick’s grip on your waist tightened as your lip lock progressed.

You pulled away from him and broke the silence, “You owe me $15.29 for that pizza, by the way.” You smirked at him playfully, having a feeling the rest of the night was going to be more fun than you could’ve imagined.

+ hi guys i promise i see your requests and i will write them!! this was in my drafts and i wanted to post hope u enjoy c: also pls feel free to message me or send me asks abt anything and everything!!!

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I have a prompt idea! The Brothers reacting to an MC that can regenerate after they die. Someone stabbed them? The wound will close in a bit. Did they fall from a high place and their body shattered? It’s all good, they’re body’ll just snap everything back into place as they’re conscious. We’re they poisoned? They’ll treat it like a stomach bug and be fine the next day. Funny part is MC could tell them the worst ways they died during their childhood in a lighthearted way which makes things more disturbing, especially since demon threats against them won’t work.

Ok first time I read this prompt I had a good laugh bc all I could think about was an MC that made that little squeaking noise those rubber chickens make when they inflate every time they regenerated lmaoooo. Could you imagine the pavlovian response all the brothers get if they hear a squeak? Like Lucifer would be trying to sleep and Cerberus finds one of his old chew toys and the fear it brings is legendary.

TW: Death, Blood, Injuries

Lucifer

When you first tell him he has no idea if it was a crude joke or not. You are so blasé about something that should traumatize you. He hates how you snort at his every threat. What good is blackmail if you don’t go for it?

He does not believe you at first. Just another little human talking big trying to impress him. He would keep a keen eye on you too, making sure they have no reason to get even so much of a scrape on their knee. Believe you or not he doesn’t need this program to fail. Then Belphie happened. Seeing your lifeless body made so many things happen in his mind he felt physically ill. He hadn’t felt like crying so hard since Lilith…

And then you sit up and crack your spine, like you were waking up from a nap instead of getting up after being thrown from the second story.

He-is relieved, and terrified. Were humans supposed to do that? He doesn't remember reading this particular ability in his father’s schematics. He believes you now nonetheless.

But he still doesn’t let you just go getting hurt whenever you feel like it.

“Absolutely not.” He shakes his head firmly. He is unfazed by your cute little pout and huffing.

“Lotan is friendly!” You try again pushing the form back at him defiantly. Lucifer picks it up again against his better judgment and scoffs. Friendly, if Lotan is friendly then Cerberus was a saint. “Come on what’s the worst that can happen? I’m out of school for a day or two if things get dicey.” You plead leaning up and over his desk. Ugh. He rubs at his temple in annoyance.

“The fact that you think skipping a few days of school because you became fish food as a minor hindrance terrifies me.” He drolls but picks up his feathered quill irregardless. You squeal in delight and hug him fiercely, managing to pull a smile out of him. They grab the liability agreement and run out the door already shouting for Levi to hurry up before Lucifer changes his mind. He chuckles leaning back in his chair. Fine, if they are happy… let it be on their head if it severs. Wait- could they regenerate from that? “Shit.”

Mammon

He believes you. Not because he takes their word for it but the first night on duty as your caretaker you fall out of his balcony window.

One minute they are having a heated argument about his unwanted duties, him hovering over you while you lean up against the railing refusing to break eye contact. Next thing he knows the old stone gives and you both tumble.

He has wings and catches himself. You- not so much. He can still hear the sickening crunch of bone meeting stone when he lays awake at night. The first thing he worries about is how much trouble he would be in with Lucifer that he failed again. He's a blubbering mess over your body swearing he would do better if they would just get up. Whatever you want it’s theirs if you just open their eyes.

And of course, you do. He won’t admit to the scream that erupts from his mouth when you ask him to swear on that deal or they are going to Lucifer as soon as they can feel their legs. He agrees readily, glad his hide is saved for now.

When you two become closer he figures why not make some money off of this little quirk. Enter the troublesome duo of grifters.

You whimper, hamming it up for the terrified looking demon glazing between your broken leg and Mammon wiggling his ring heavy fingers at them. “Look what ya did to my human.” He tuts. “What, ya don’t look both ways when riding.” He kicks at the upended bike by his feet. The demon sputters swearing that they did and neither of them had been in the way.

“Mammon~” His human sniffles flashing him a teary eyed pout. To the other lesser demon it looked like a plea, but Mammon knew it was a warning that your leg would start mending soon.

“Who do you think is gonna pay for this?” He goes in for the kill waving his free arm down at his human’s prone form. “You want Lucifer or Diavolo ta hear about this? Ya know this human is special to us.” The demon blanches and shakes its head. Terrified it threw its wallet at the avatar of greed and bolted leaving their bike and bag behind. Waiting for the demon to be completely out of earshot Mammon turns with a dazzling smile. “Damn,” He whistles, helping his human back to their feet. Already the bone and skin had mended leaving only an ugly red stain on the fabric of their uniform. “I think you just moved up the ranks of my most favorite things. Gonna rival Goldie soon if this picks up...” He opens the wallet and pockets the handful of cash in it, tossing the worn fabric to the street floor.

“Hey.” Mammon looks down at you. You were now scowling eying his pant pocket. “Don’t forget your side of the bargain.” He chuckles raising his hands in defeat.

“Alright- Alright. One stupidly expensive ice cream coming up.” He can't hide his blush when you hug his arm close to your chest, excitedly leading him back to the main street.  

Leviathan

Oh like in that one anime???

But really, he is the first to take your word for it. Finds it kinda neat. Not that he is going to test it. Who would he have to play with if you were just yanking his chain?

He listens to absolutely spine chilling tales of your little “mishaps” as a child. But you brush off his concern. Don’t worry about it! Makes for great stories. To tell right?

Of course, when he sees it first hand he forgets for a moment that you would eventually feel better. He left his tank open one night to clean out some debris gunking up the water pump. Damn things get stalled so frequently now. He turns his back for a moment to get a tool and the next he smells human blood in the water!

He scoops you out of the water before whatever fiendish creatures he holds in his aquarium can take a bite and gets you to solid ground. He is panicking hardcore, he doesn’t feel a pulse. He sees that they smashed their head, blood pooling sluggishly down your temple. You must have slipped on the wet tank edge and hit their head.

Just when he is about to name another Henry in your honor you pop up spitting out whatever water that had gotten into their lungs. They flash him a knowing smirk at his red-rimmed eyes and joke that they have a killer headache.

Nurse Levi to the rescue!

Levi checks in on you again, leaning over the edge of his tank. “D-don’t you move a muscle!” He shouts down to you. Squinting he sees a hand emerging from the mound of pillows and blankets inside his tub-bed. you shoot him a quick thumbs up before turning your attention back to his giant flat screen. “You sure you don’t need Barbatos or some pain meds?” He frets. He was close to just giving up on the pump and coming to take care of his miraculously healed guest.

“Levi I’m fine! Not even sleepy.” Your muffled reply wafts up to him. You push down some of the blankets to give him a relaxed smile. “See not even a scar.” You show him the side of their head that had been cut. Sure enough, nothing was there but a smoothed patch of skin. It lessens some of his panic, but barely. He knew internal damage was still a thing to humans.

Finishing up quickly with the pump he slithers back down to your side sheepishly. He had apologized what felt like a thousand times, but he was ready to drop a couple thousand more if need be. His looming causes you to look up from the anime you were watching. The flashing blue and yellow lights illuminate their calm gaze. None of the panic he felt seemed to transfer to you. “Want to join me?” You pat at the covers. “Waters warm.” You chuckle at their own joke pulling the blue covers down and away to give him room to join them.

“I-if you’re sure.” He stammers wiping at his face to hide his flush. You nod, patting the empty side again. He joins you snuggling close, he runs a hand where a gruesome scar had been not even an hour again. You nuzzle in close. His slightly cool fingers felt great on your skin before turning back to the screen completely nonplussed.

What a weird human...

Satan

Much like Lucifer doesn’t believe you. He has never heard or read about humans being able to do that. Will not believe them and gets annoyed by the “fake” stories you kept insisting were real.

The fact that a single human has such a vividly morbid imagination fascinates him, but he won’t divulge in your little fantasy. There is only so much foolishness he can deal with.

He forgets about it after a while and you stop bringing it up. If he doesn’t believe you so be it, he’ll find out one day surely, you aren’t exactly the most careful with your body. When he does find out it about does him in.

He had warned them of climbing on his bookshelves. He doesn’t have them tethered down or stable. He doesn’t need them to be. His shelves would never even dare to topple on him. But this weak little human takes his room as a personal jungle gym, climbing up him and his things for a book. They could just ask but Devil’s forbid they did something halfway intelligent.

You hear him fretting through the fog coating your senses. His fingers shakily poking at your crushed abdomen and legs all bent akimbo clearing broken. “Don’t be dead-please don’t do this.” He hisses about ready to use magic to put you back together again. You pull your strength and grab his hand before he can interfere with your natural healing ability.

He starts, green eyes looking down relieved and amazed at you. “Don’t.” You croak, already feeling your lungs and rib cage healing. “I’m good.”  

“You’re good!” He shouts voice cracking in exasperation. “I’ve seen the aftermath of Beel’s feeding rampages that have looked better!” You snort pushing his hands away to rest up on your elbows. Eh- he wasn’t exactly wrong.

“I look like a chewed-up burger huh?” You joke laughing at his stunted and slightly disgusted look. “I’ll be ok, just help me up? My legs are always tingly after healing.” Wordlessly he follows your instructions amazed at how well you are handling all of this. Were you actually human? You stand on wobbly legs bending and popping your joints. You give yourself a quick check over “Tada!” You give him two very bloody thumbs ups once you see that you are back to normal. “It’s all good!”

He shakes his head bewildered. “I-if you say so.” Satan wrinkles his nose looking at the mess of your clothes and his room. “Go wash up. I’ll get you a new set of clothes and work on this mess.” You nod already heading to his slightly cleaning bathroom. His warm hand wraps around your wrist catching you mid stride. “Don’t tell anyone about this ok?” He pleads. If anyone knew that he had been so foolish, he would never live it down.

You nod miming zipping your lips. “Betcha believe me know huh?”

He rolls his eyes turning to the task at hand. “Don’t push your luck, or next time I’ll leave you under a shelf.”    

Asmodeus

Believes you. You have never lied before so why do it now over something so trivial. Humans die all the time and if you say you can't then ok. He asks tons of questions about how you found out about this.

He doesn't like the stories you tell but doesn't find it off-putting how easily you talk about it. He's been around the block with mortals and they cope in all sorts of ways.

He cuddles you and coos over every story you tell then shoots off hundreds of compliments about your complexion. It's amazing how well your skin holds up to all the foolish actions of your past.

Even though he trusts you and your stories he still is super careful with you. You are not going to get hurt on his watch, absolutely not! Will patch you up if you need it all while gripping about your foolishness.

But accidents happen, and even the most watchful demon trips up sometimes.

Asmo tuts over you rubbing at the potion burning away at your flesh. "I told you the maroon bottle love." You hiss as the antiseptic hits muscle.

"Maroon and burgundy look the same, bite me!" He clicks his tongue and bites off the argument brewing within him. How can you not see how different the two colors are. You grouch some more while he works on getting the rest of his potion off your cheek. You had just wanted to use one of his acne toner, the one that smelled like cucumber and rose. He was preoccupied with his eyeliner but told you to just grab it from his shelf. He had a lot of bottles and a lot of them were definitely not for human use. 

You unfortunately just happened to pick one of them. The one you nabbed was a toner built for his stronger skin. It ate away at your cheeks and flesh of your palm on contact. It's burning and tingling making you yelp in surprise. Luckily for you, Asmo acted fast coming up from behind and knocking the toner-soaked cotton pad from your reddening fingers. He curses at you the whole way to his bathroom. Done with your right cheek and hand he nods in approval, seeing your flesh already knitting back together. "At least you have lovely bone structure. Ahhh~ I'm jealous!" He pokes a nail at the exposed bone of your cheekbone. The mending muscles and nerves almost growing over his nail before he could pull away. You quirk a brow.

"Want them? I'm pretty sure I could regrow my jawline before anybody would notice. " You shrug taking the washcloth from him to dap at your left cheek. Asmo laughs, it was a ridiculously tempting offer after all.

"Could you?" He taps at his own chin in thought. You glance back at him and sits on the toilet. In theory, you probably could. Hadn't happened...yet.  

"Ye- just give me a heads up first? And maybe some good booze to knock me out." You say only half-joking. Asmo nods eagerly, twirling a lock of soft tawny hair. He might take you up on the offer.  

Beelzebub

He doesn't want to know and he never wants to find out. He just likes you too much to see you get hurt :(. It gets to the point where you cannot bring any past stories of incidents (no matter how funny you think they are). If a story comes out be prepared to be carried everywhere by this gentle giant. If you won't cease your foolishness then he will.

Though he probably should have heard a few of the stories. Mostly the ones about poisons and inedible things you use to eat. A lot of his world revolves around food and he loves to share it with you.

He never heard you complain about the foods he had you try with him. It wasn't until Simeon and Luke tagged along did he learn the awful truth that he had been poisoning you almost every time you two went out.  

Takes him forever to get out of his head about it. You are clearly fine and never brought it up because you just loved spending time bonding with him.

You find him in the ally behind the restaurant. His massive form curled in on itself from where he sat. "Why didn't you tell me?" He rumbles hearing you approach to stand next to him. "I could have killed you." You sit squat next to him resting your arms on your knees.

"I mean...if we are keeping count it would be dead about eight times over by this point." You meant it to be funny but he groans in anguish pulling at his hair. You grab his fists and pry them from his scalp. "Hey! Hey!" You pat his knuckles, eyes filled with concern. "I'm still here right, still kicking and eating all these awesome foods, don't worry. Please?"  You can tell your words do not calm him but he doesn't pull from your grasp either. "If you are curious, all the foods that would have done me dirty just gave me some bad cramps and gas for the evening. Nothing a tum and hot tea couldn't fix." You fill the air with useless chatter, all while stroking his knuckles.

You really wish that Luke hadn't said anything. Simeon had read the room, his neat brown brows raising in astonishment as you sank into the meal Beel bought for you. But he otherwise stayed silent tucking into his own meal without a fuss. You couldn't completely blame Luke though. He was young and just looking out for you. Though, he-well- both of you could have handled it better. With him screaming and you screaming, it was a recipe for disaster.

Beel rises a few minutes later rubbing at his burning eyes. "Are you sure you are ok?" He checks in with you once more. You nod perking up as you see him grunt in acceptance. "Just let me know next time you can't eat something."

"But it tastes good!" You pout. He frowns not budging from his spot until he sees you sigh in defeat and agree. No more purposely poisoning yourself just for munchies. "Fine-but you are just saying that to get extra portions."  

Belphegor

He finds out when he kills your dumbass for believing him. It totally harshed his vibe.

Here he was getting an amazing monologue, reveling in his eldest's brothers' anguish and look of anger from the prince. He was ready to give his final performance and hopefully wipe the floor with that red-headed bastard plans to "commingle"

He tossed your "lifeless" body from him, taking a sick amount of pleasure in the way your body flopped down the stairs. He notices how the other brothers seem completely unfazed by your corpse at their feet.

Huh? Perhaps they didn't understand the actions he did. Or maybe they truly have given into the demons they had become. He stops his tirade only when he watches Asmo bend down and poke at your cheek. He didn't look sad, just merely annoyed. Like you were taking too long to get up.

But that is impossible. You would never get up again... 

Mammon rolls his eyes at his youngest brother's actions. Honestly, he loved the little edge lord, but this was ridiculous. He had a racket to go check on. His hand drifts down slowly to his pocket. If he just angled it right he could probably check his phone without looking rude. He makes eye contact with Satan and jerks his head exasperatedly at Lucifer and Belphegor going at it. The blonde shakes his head and shrugs. Slowly he inches closer so Mammon can go on his phone without getting caught. Covering for Mammon Satan looks around the room feigning interest.

Beelzebub and Leviathan seemed mildly more attentive to what was going on than him. The latter of the two eating it up like an arch in an anime, while the former was trying desperately to placate his twin. Asmodeus on the other hand was having none of this. He plops down next to your body turning your head to face him. He checks you over quietly ignoring the storm exploding out of his elder brother and the rest of the gang. "Honestly darling," He strokes the bridge of your nose, feeling the bone and cartilage shifting back into place beneath his finger. "is this a good time to ask if I can have your jawline?" He sees the corner of your lips twitch.  He leans in and whispers in your ear. "How long are you going to play dead?"

"Am I boring you, brother?" Asmo glances up from his position over your head. Belphegor looks down at his face apoplectic with rage at being ignored. "And I see you on your phone Mammon!"

"Shove it! I got shit to do!"

Asmo gets to his feet dusting off his pants and ruffles. He shrugs up at Belphie who was doing a great interpretation of Lucifer when angry. He was so much like Lucifer it was scary sometimes. "Sorry honey! Just check on my bestie."

Belphie snorts making his way down to the first floor. "Just checking I killed-"

You pop up grunting loudly as your spine reconnects. "Help your bestie up?" You raise a hand for Asmo who happily takes it. You turn your back to a dumbfounded Belphie and Lucifer, both not understanding what just happened.

"About time." Mammon sighs pocketing his phone. "I got some idiots we can swindle out of some grimm."

"Oi!" Satan butts in cutting Mammon off. "You had your turn! I have some spells they said they would help me test out."

You grin, not fighting it as the two tug at you like a toy between toddlers.

"Enough!" The two jump away from you at Lucifer's roar. You squeak in surprise when a firm leather-gloved hand spins you around so you could stand face to face with a fully shifted Lucifer. "You!" He runs his hands over you in disbelief. "How..." Your first conversation with him comes back to mind.

I can't die so try to threaten me with something else next time K?

"Would someone tell me WHAT is going on and why they are still breathing!" Belphie pushes through to you and Lucifer.

Beel grabs him up before he could get his claws into you again, stroking his dark hair like you would an angry cat. "It's a long story..."

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“I-is this okay, my Queen?” Gundham murmurs in your ear, threading his fingers shakily through your hair. Facing towards him, settled on his lap, for once you’re glad that he can’t see your face, because the way it’s burning furiously tells you that your expression is probably sharing it’s flustered state. Nodding the best you can from where your chin sits on his shoulder, you murmur out a “yes”. 

He hums in response, and you can feel him relax a bit, leaning into you more as he brushes his fingers through your hair. You subconsciously let out a sigh at the gentle feeling, sliding your eyes shut as you briefly wonder if the reason his it feels so nice is because Gundham spends so much time with animals. It definitely feels more soothing than when anyone else pets your hair, so you can only assume so.

Your mind fogs over a bit more, thoughts leaving you as he brings up his other hand to stroke your hair, as well. You shiver at the soft tugs on your hair, letting out another sigh that borders on a whine. You don’t notice the way Gundham tenses, nor the way he clears his throat quietly before resuming his ministrations in your hair. 

You barely notice yourself letting out little noises of content, too wrapped up in the goosebumps raising across your scalp from his roaming fingers. What you do notice, however, is something rubbing slightly against you as you sink further into Gundham’s lap from relaxing. You hear Gundham let out a choked groan at the contact, fingers halting in your hair as he tenses further. 

“Gundham?” you mumble, mind still trying to clear itself, “Wha-?” It suddenly dawns on you what had just poked you, and you freeze, eyes snapping open as it feels like flames engulf your cheeks. “O-oh.” 

“I-I- p-please, forgive me, m-my dear,” Gundham sputters, untangling his fingers from your hair; he instead places them lightly on your hips, meaning to lift you off of his lap. 

“N-no, no, Gundham, it’s okay,” you insist, placing your hands over his own. You lift your chin from his shoulder, leaning back to shyly meet his gaze. He looks at you with surprise for a moment (did he think you were going to be mad or something?) before averting his gaze, flustered. Unable to move his hands with yours still covering them, he instead attempts to nudge his scarf up with his nose. 

You giggle quietly at the struggle, watching the fabric to slide off of the tip of his nose when he gets close. You lift your hands from holding his to cup his face, pressing your lips to his softly. He melts into you rather quickly, though the way he slides his arms around your waist is tentative. Despite this, he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, hands dipping slightly under your shirt as he grows bolder. 

You gently nip at his bottom lip, and he gladly opens his mouth to let your tongue swirl around his. He moans into your mouth as you roll your hips down into his. He pushes you down further onto his lap as he presses up against you, separating from your lips to hide in the crook of your neck. He places gentle kisses along your neck as you pant lightly, rutting against him. 

He pulls away to unwrap his scarf from around his neck, face flushed as his hips continue to stutter up into yours. His eyes are dazed as you pull your shirt over your head, reaching around your back to unclip your bra. He shrugs off his jacket, hastily tugging his shirt off. 

As soon as his hands are free they return to your hips, running along the curves of your body as he trails them up to your breasts. You arch into his warm hands as they cup your breasts, moaning quietly as he massages them. You feel the heat pooling inside of you grow, whining as you grind against his still clothed cock. 

He gasps, head tilting back before he runs his hands down back to your waist, making you whimper at the loss of contact. He gently lifts you off of him, heatedly murmuring, “M-my love, please.” You understand his intentions as he starts to unbuckle his belt, and you quickly stand from his lap to do the same. 

By the time you’ve rolled off your panties, Gundham is already tearing open the package of the condom, hastily rolling it onto his cock. He sighs at the contact, mouth opening ever so slightly as his eyes meet yours. You eagerly set yourself back onto his lap, hovering over him. His tip is barely brushing against you when he stops you, pausing as he looks up at you. “A-are you certain, my Queen?” he whispers, and his would-be-eyebrows furrow slightly. 

You don’t hesitate to connect your lips to his sweetly, cupping his face with your hands as you stroke his cheeks with your thumbs. “Of course I am, Gundham,” you murmur against his lips, “Are you sure?” 

“Yes,” he breathes out, forehead pressing against yours. And with that you slowly sink down onto him, whimpering as he fills you completely. He lets out a low groan, eyes fluttering shut as you clench around him. You take a few moments to adjust to the newfound fullness, sighing shakily. 

You loop your arms around his neck as you lift yourself slightly, beginning to bounce yourself on his lap. His mouth falls open as he pants out your name, “O-oh, Y/N-!” He grips your hips to help himself thrust up to meet you, pushing his cock as deep as it can go with each snap of his hips. 

You whimper out his name, tucking your face into the crook of his neck as you feel a knot start to form in your abdomen. Gundham’s thrusts begin to stutter as your walls pulse around him, squeezing him as his eyes roll back. You pull back to press your lips sloppily against his, and he nearly whines into your mouth as he sees your heated expression, “Y-you’re so e-enchanting, my Qu-ueen...”

He moans loudly into your mouth as his thrusts grow erratic, nearing is peak as he nearly slams you down onto him. You throw your head back, legs beginning to tremble as he pounds up into you, and you feel the knot in your stomach tighten as he moans out your name. 

You finally hit your peak at a particularly rough thrust, stuttering out his name as you tighten around him. He lets out a choked moan as you send him over the edge, pulling you down onto him one last time as he rides out his orgasm with you. 

You relax against him as you come down from your high, panting heavily as you rest your chin on his shoulder. Gundham mimics you, placing his own chin on your shoulder as he settles down. You take a few moments to catch your breath before pulling back to gently lift yourself off of him. You move to lay down beside him as he slips the condom off of himself, rising to clean himself off. You follow in suit soon after, cleaning yourself in the bathroom. 

You return to find Gundham sitting on his bed in just his pants, a heavy blush on his face as you come out to greet him. Averting his gaze (though you catch him flicking it back every few seconds, as if you wouldn’t notice), he hands you a pair of his own boxers (you thought all of his were invisible, but that’s something to ponder another time).

You thank him, gratefully pulling them on as he lays back on the bed, waiting for you to join him. You roll onto the bed beside him, leaning up to give him a sweet kiss before snuggling into his chest. “I love you,” you murmur, and you grin when you feel him wrap one of arms around you.

“I-I love you, as well, my Queen.” 

[kaalamarii]

I’m The Powder, You’re The Fuse (Beelxgn!MC)

18+ only; nsfw!

Warnings: Beel being sexy and irresistible, non graphic mentions of masturbation, a lot of weird finger licking???, oral sex, 69, straight up smut.

Masterlist

Beelzebub went into the bedroom that he and his twin shared, surprised to see MC on his bed, a text book and several pages of notes sprawled out around them. They chewed on the end of their pen as they read, focused, before writing down an answer. On the other bed, Belphie was napping per usual, his text book next to him and some papers on the ground.

“MC?” Beel said, making the human jump. 

MC looked up at him, eyes widening at what they saw.

 Beel stood before them, nothing but a towel around his waist, his hair wet and falling into his eyes. He smiled sweetly. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I-it’s okay. Sorry, uh, I was helping Belphie with homework and he fell asleep, so I kinda just stayed here. I’ll get going.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Don’t you want some privacy so you can get dressed?”

Beel shrugged. “I don’t care.”

He didn’t notice MC’s embarrassed expression as they bit their lip, eyeing the naked demon. 

“I’ll throw on some shorts and we can go get a late night snack together,” Beel said with a grin. 

“Oh. Uh, yeah, okay.” 

MC gasped quietly as the red haired demon dropped the towel. They quickly covered their eyes with their hand. As he went to his dresser to find a pair of shorts, MC gave themself permission to peek a little, though quickly feeling guilty at the sight of his muscular back.

“Alright, ready to go to the kitchen? I’m starving.” Beel held out his hand, helping the human up off his bed. 

As they walked down the hallway, MC tried their best to look anywhere but at Beel. When they got into the kitchen, MC leaned against the counter as Beel opened the fridge, rummaging through it.MC’s eyes trailed down Beel’s muscled shoulders, arms, and back, pausing at his ass before flitting back up to his handsome profile. He grabbed a few things from the fridge and looked over at MC with a smile. The human quickly looked away.

“So, how have you been, MC?” Beel asked.

“I’m o-okay,” they answered, gaze hovering over the still damp and glistening chest and abs of the demon. “Were you at practice?”

“Yeah,” Beel replied as he opened a small jar of custard. 

MC crossed the kitchen, taking their turn with the fridge, staring inside at all its contents. They didn’t even know what they were searching for, besides a way to get themself to stop looking at Beelzebub.

They froze as they felt the demon come up close behind them, leaning into them to look over their shoulder at the fridge. “What are you looking for?”

“Um, not sure yet,” MC said, trying their best to ignore the fact that a shirtless freshly showered Beel was so close. Though they weren’t looking at him, they could smell the scent of his soap. He smelled so good, and the feel of him against them was a tad overwhelming.

Beel placed his hand on MC’s hip, gently scooting them out of the way. He grabbed some sort of Devildom fruit that the human had never seen and held it out to them. “Try this,” he said. “I bet you’ll like it.”

MC smiled shyly, grabbing the fruit from Beelzebub’s large hand. “Thanks.”

Beel nodded as he leaned against the wall, dipping two fingers into the jar of custard. He brought it to his mouth, moaning happily as he closed his lips around the two fingers and slowly pulled them out. MC let out a barely audible gasp, one that they were happy Beel didn’t seem to notice.

“I think I’m going to turn in for the night,” MC muttered, a throbbing starting between their legs. They were desperate to get away from the demon before he noticed their arousal.

Beel frowned. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah. Just really tired.”

“Oh. Okay. Well, goodnight, MC.”

MC said good night to him quickly before heading back to their room in a hurry. 

As MC got ready for bed, images of the half naked demon licking custard off of his fingers refused to leave MC’s head, and their own arousal was getting impossible to ignore. All they could think about was wanting to jump the gluttonous demon, run their hands among his abs and strong arms. They got into bed and slid their hand under their underwear, sighing as they started to touch themself. It was both a relief to have some sort of pressure against their sex, and frustrating, as they’d rather have Beelzebub gluttonous between their thighs. They continued, speeding up on themself as they shut their eyes, imagining it was Beel instead.

They were about to cum when there was a soft knock at their door. They jumped, hurriedly pulling their hand out of their underwear and getting out of bed. They opened the door, Beel standing there holding their books and papers. 

“Oh, hi, Beel,” MC said, breathing shakily. 

“Hey, you forgot these in my room. I didn’t want you to forget them tomorrow...are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine!”

Beel looked the human up and down, at first checking if they were hurt. He noticed the shorts they were wearing were messed up at the top a bit. The thought of them pleasuring themself crossed his mind, but Beel quickly threw the thought away. As hot as he would find that, he figured he was overthinking it. Of course messed up clothing didn’t mean anything.

But then he smelled it, the arousal emitting from the human. Between the messed up clothing, the fidgety and nervous reactions of the human, and that beautiful, sweet scent, his suspicions were confirmed.

Beel smirked. “You know, MC, if you need anything, you can always ask me.”

MC eyed him, confused. “Yeah…?”

“Anything,” he reiterated, stepping closer to them. 

“Thanks, Beel,” MC said nervously, gently grabbing the books from his hands and setting them on their table. They gasped when they felt the large demon behind them. They turned, looking up at him. “Beel?”

He looked down at the human, his eyes heavy. “I’m hungry, MC.”

His voice was low, husky, dangerous. 

MC backed up nervously, though there wasn’t really anywhere to go between the demon and the table behind them. As much as they wanted him to stay, they also wanted him to leave so they could finally get rid of the throbbing between their legs that was now even stronger. “Oh, um, well, want me to go to the kitchen with you?”

Beel shook his head. “There’s nothing in there that will satisfy me.”

“There’s not?” He was being weird. Really weird.

“No,” Beel said, taking MC’s hands in his. “I know what you were doing, MC. Before I brought you your things.”

“You d-do?”

Beel nodded, bringing the hand that had just been in their shorts to his mouth and kissing it. “I wanna taste you.”

There was a crazy look in his eyes, similar to the one he gets when he was at his most gluttonous. A look he had gotten only when denied food. A look that one of the brothers had described as feral. 

“Can I?” he asked.

MC stuttered a bunch of nonsense, unable to make actual words. Mesmerized and surprised by the way Beel was acting, all they could do was nod. 

Beel kissed their hand again before sliding a finger of theirs into his mouth, not unlike he did with his own and the custard. The taste of their skin only made Beel more hungry for them. In one sudden movement, Beel scooped the human up, bringing them to his face. They were quickly joined at the lips, sloppily kissing, licking, nipping at each other. Beel held MC up with one hand under their ass, the other ripping off their shirt as he brought them to the bed. He tossed their t-shirt to the side as he threw them onto the bed, perhaps a bit too roughly.

Beelzebub hovered over the human, a hand on each side of their head as he continued kissing them. He pressed his hips against theirs, teasing them with his large cock that was growing more and more stiff as he pressed against them. 

“Beel,” MC groaned as his hands roamed their body. 

He kissed down their body, taking each of their nipples into this mouth, softly nibbling and leaving licks down their chest and stomach. He stopped at the top of their shorts, gripping it with his teeth and pulling them down to their thighs. 

MC hissed at the feeling of Beel’s mouth enveloping their most sensitive area, his tongue working his way around them. It was no shock to MC that the demon was a pro, tongue swirling around and hitting all the right spots. He licked and sucked like he couldn’t get enough. MC moaned louder and louder as they got closer. They ran their fingers through his hair, lightly pulling as he pleasured them with his mouth.

The demon groaned, tearing their shorts off all the way and placing his hands on their thighs, pushing them farther apart to give himself even better access to them. Beel looked down at the human, his eyes dark as he inserted his fingers into their mouth, mirroring their fingers in his just moments before. The human eagerly took them, sucking on them until Beel pulled them out and brought them down to MC’s entrance. He looked up at them once more, asking permission to continue.

“Please, Beel, yes.”

Beel grinned, his mouth returning to their genitals as he slowly pushed his moistened fingers into their hole. The human inhaled sharply as the feeling of his large fingers in them, but then sighed as he pumped them in and out, pleasure taking over. With his other hand he pulled his cock out, jerking himself off.

“Wait, Beel,” MC said through moans. Beel paused, looking up at the human. 

“I want you in my mouth too.”

Beelzebub smirked, pulling away to get onto the bed with MC. He laid down, pulling the human on top of him, facing away from him. He quickly went back to fingering and going down on MC.

It was a bit difficult for MC to reach his cock because of the height difference, but it didn’t stop them. They wrapped their hand around his girth, pulling him to them. It was huge, and for a moment they wondered how it was going to fit in not only their mouth, but inside them as well. Still, they couldn’t help but feel excited by the thought of being stretched by Beel and his large cock. 

They pumped him a few times before wrapping their lips around the tip and slowly taking him in their mouth. A hum from the demon’s lips vibrated against them and they shivered. They bobbed their head up and down his large member, though it was hard to concentrate on both the feeling of what Beel was doing and trying their best to pleasure him.

Beel threw his head back with a loud groan as the human took him into their mouth, swallowing as much of him as they could. He continued fingering them until their legs started to shake and they climaxed, moans muffled by his dick in their mouth. 

With a grin he picked them up, spinning them around so they were face to face. Slowly and carefully, he lowered them onto him. MC’s walls tensed around him immediately, both in orgasm aftershock and the pleasurable pain of taking him in.

“Oh fuck!” MC cried out. 

“You okay?” Beel asked, pausing.

“Yes, you feel amazing.”

Beel smirked. “You do too, MC.”

He held MC just to steady them as they sunk down on him at their own pace, taking their time in getting used to him. It wasn’t long before he was in as much as MC could possibly take him.

MC picked up the pace, bouncing up and down on his cock. They felt so full, stuffed to the brim with the beautiful demon. 

Beel looked up at the human riding him. There was something about them being so small compared to him, so fragile and sweet, that turned him on. Being inside them felt amazing and brought out the demon in him. Horns grew from his head, wings sprouting from his back and fluttering at the pleasurable feelings in his body. 

He sat up, holding MC close as he kissed them, the feeling of them all over him sending him into orgasm. He gripped their shoulders, holding them still as his hips jerked up into them, shooting cum into their body. He growled as he came, and the human cried out in satisfaction. 

Both of them collapsed, out of breath. Beel looked over at MC, pulling the human to him to rest on his chest. They lied there together in bliss for a few moments before Beel looked down at the human, kissing them on the forehead.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“I’m a little sore,” MC confessed, “but in the best way.”

Beelzebub chuckled.

“Did that satisfy your hunger?” the human teased.

Beel smirked. “I’m the Avatar of Gluttony, MC. I’m always hungry.”

[marvelyningreen]

Into Tomorrow

(My hurried little contribution to the “what if Fietro really had been Peter Maximoff?” pile, because it was stuck in my head at work all day. In which Magneto and Professor Xavier had appeared through a portal to rescue Peter - just in time to miss the battle - and though Hex Vision had to say goodbye to Wanda once again, the twins were real enough to survive.)

“Listen, Wanda,” Peter began hesitantly, “I wanted to say that I’m sorry.”

Wanda shook her head, and her voice sounded hollow as she answered. “It wasn’t your fault.”

It was still strange to hear her speaking in that accent, and strange to see her without a film of memories and magical control clouding his mind.

“I mean, it kinda feels like it was. Those words were coming out of my mouth, after all.” Peter laughed awkwardly. Man, that wasn’t even a joke. He cleared his throat. “But that’s not what I mean. I’m sorry about your brother, Wanda.”

Wanda gave an acknowledging nod, but said nothing. Peter forged ahead.

“I don’t have a twin,” he said, “But I do have a little sister. If anything happened to her, I don’t... I don’t know what I’d do. So I can’t imagine what it was like to lose somebody like that. But if the memories of him that were floating around my head are any indication, I know that he loved you a whole lot.”

She wasn’t his sister, and he wasn’t her fake brother anymore, but Peter wished like everything that he could give her a hug on Pietro’s behalf. Probably a bad idea, though.

“Thank you,” was all Wanda said.

Ducking his head, Peter turned to go - only to find the twins blocking his way.

“So… you really aren’t our uncle, are you?” said Tommy.

“I’m not. I’m sorry.” Looking down at those two disappointed little faces damn near broke Peter’s heart. “But, hey! I could still be your honorary uncle, if you want. And if your mom’s okay with it?”

In the face of those three hopeful expressions, Wanda nodded, still not trusting that her voice was steady enough to speak.

“Alright! High-fives, honorary nephews!” Peter flashed Erik a grin over his shoulder. “Guess that means you got grandkids now.”

“Whoa, that guy’s your dad? Awesome!” Tommy exclaimed.

Erik, who’d been watching Peter with something like fond exasperation, finally cracked a genuine smile.

“But you have to go back home now, don’t you?” said Billy.

Peter’s cheerfulness faded. Crazy witch or no crazy witch, the twins were good kids. He was really gonna miss being their Uncle P.

“You’re right, Billy. I guess I do.”

The boy looked down sadly.

“The world you’re from,” he said, “What’s it like?”

“Well,” Peter glanced around, taking in the faded, ordinary town of Westview. “It’s a lot like this, honestly. Except-”

At that moment, something occurred to Peter. He turned to the professor, fully expecting to have the idea shot down before he could even say it out loud. But the professor said nothing, smiling faintly at Peter and his train of thought.

Encouraged, Peter took a knee to be on eye-level with the twins.

“Listen. In my home world, I live at a school. It’s his school, actually,” he said, hooking a thumb in the professor’s direction, “And it’s full of kids with special powers, just like you two.”

“There are people like us?” asked Billy, and Tommy asked, “What kind of powers?”

“Sure, there are!” said Peter. “There’s somebody who can shapeshift to look like anybody she wants to, and there’s one guy who can shoot lazerbeams out of his eyes, and one who can control ice… And I bet you two Mini-moffs would love it there. Right, Professor?”

The professor nodded. “My school is open to anyone who wishes to learn, but I believe that decision is up to their mother.”

“Mom, can we go? Please?” Tommy pleaded.

All eyes turned to Wanda, and Peter’s heart went out to her. She looked so tired, and so resigned. Her gaze darted between her twins and the professor.

“This school of yours,” she said, “Would my children be safe there?”

“Wait!” Billy interrupted before the professor could answer. “You’d come with us, right, Mom?”

Wanda stepped closer, reaching out to caress the boys’ heads gently. “Of course I want to stay with you, but I…”

The twins’ protests drowned her out. Wanda shook her head, her smile wavering as she tried to calm them down. This was definitely not the reaction Peter was hoping for. He stood up, ready to interject, but the professor beat him to it.

“Wanda, if I may,” he said, “You remind me very much of a dear friend of mine – a man named Logan. He, too, was once used and manipulated because of his powers. He spent a great many years consumed by his loss and loneliness. And do you know what happened to him? He found friends. He found a home and a family of his own choosing, and he began to heal. Wanda, you have suffered a great deal in your life, and the way to healing can be a long road, but you needn’t walk it alone.”

Wanda was visibly struggling to keep her composure now. She hastily wiped at her eyes.

“I can’t,” she said shakily. “I can’t. My powers are too dangerous. I don’t know how to fully control them.”

To everyone’s surprise, it was Erik who answered her.

“All the more reason to learn. I can assure you, we aren’t afraid to have you among us.”

The twins watched their mother hopefully, but Wanda was silent. Erik moved closer.

“Ms. Maximoff, I know I cannot truly understand what you’ve been through. But I, too, have done things that I regret, and I, too, know what it is to grieve. I lost my parents when I was a child. I lost my wife. I lost my daughter. But I also gained a brother, and I gained a son.” Erik met the professor’s gaze and Peter’s in turn, before turning back to Wanda. “Life can be cruel. You may struggle, and you may grieve, but if you come with us, you will never lack friends.”

“Now that we know the way, you can return to this world whenever you like,” said the professor, answering Wanda’s unasked question.

Billy wrapped his arms around Wanda. “Please, Mom? Dad would’ve wanted us to stay together.”

“He would, baby,” Wanda said softly. “He would.”

“Wanda?” said Monica, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

She seemed to know what Wanda’s answer would be, because she smiled as she asked the question. Wanda met her gaze, and nodded confidently.

“Yes. Yes, I’m sure.”

Monica laughed quietly. “Alright. But before you go, I think a couple friends of mine want to say goodbye.”

She gestured to Darcy and Jimmy, who’d been hovering near the edge of the conversation, trying to look like they weren’t overhearing it all. Darcy waved.

“Hey, Wanda,” she said. “You don’t know me or anything, but I guess you could say I’m a big fan and, well… I hope you find someplace that makes you happy for real.”

“Best of luck to you, Wanda,” said Jimmy, “You, too, kids!”

“Thank you. All of you,” said Wanda.

As Darcy and Jimmy tried to make themselves inconspicuous again, Monica turned back to Wanda.

“Well, goodbye, Wanda,” she said, a little sadly. “I hope I’ll see you again someday.”

Wanda smiled. “I hope so, too.”

Monica stepped back to join the others, and Wanda hesitated a moment, looking at the three of them and the faded town of Westview. Her fingertips brushed her left hand, absent the wedding band she’d conjured. With one last wistful smile, she turned away.

“Are you ready to go?” asked Peter, “Need me to run and get anything you wanna bring along?”

Wanda shook her head, putting her arms around her sons and pulling them close. “The only things I wish to bring are already with me.”

“Alright,” said Peter, “Professor, lead the way!”

Billy and Tommy took Wanda’s hands, pulling her along as they followed these strangers – these new friends – into tomorrow.

[wreckofawriter]

Drunken Kisses

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Alochal use, swears like twice

Request: @justsomeficsyo hey my love, I hope you're doing well with lockdown! Could I request number 46 with Draco? If not use it for any other character (if you're sick of writing for him), I always love ur writing! ❤️❤️

46- you’re drunk at this festival and dancing on the table and when you eventually fell i caught you

A/n: not gonna cap, kinda feel like this is shit but oh well. Idek what to say, I'm pretty sure I'm in a slump rn, my last two fics have been actual garbage. I hope you guys like it better than I do.

    The quidditch world cup was something you had been wanting to go to for ages. You went to one when you were fourteen but it didn’t end well and since then all you had been wanting to do was go to one where you wouldn’t be almost burnt alive. You loved the sport, you played it for your own school and made a decent beater, since you graduated and stopped playing your thirst for the game grew. You finally decided after your second year of college you would go. You rounded up a bunch of your friends and apparated to the stadium. It had been built the year before, brand new everything, you were thrilled. 

    You and your friends all have the same intention when going to the game and that was to watch quidditch and get completely smashed. You were going into your third year of college the next year which meant you would have to buckle down and work so this was about it for the year. You were dressed in red and black clothes that showed too much, one of your favorite teams, the Buglrians was back in the cup thanks to their far too attractive seeker; Viktor Krum. You and four others piled into your tent where Gabby and Annabeth had already started drinking. You laughed at them claiming you weren’t going to start till five and they booed mixing up a margarita with too much vodka. 

    By the time the match started, you were two drinks in and Gabby was nearly blackout drunk. Annabeth had already passed out. You tried to wake her up before sighing and tucking the covers up to her chin. You made your way through the crowds of people, you and the three girls you were with all should have been wearing more than you were but none of you gave areally cared. Alex had the word ‘Krum’ painted across her stomach and you and Ruby both had black and red handprints covering your legs and arms. You were all covered in glitter and glow sticks which were enchanted to circle around your frame. 

Some Holyhead Harpie fans booed as you walked past and you flipped them off while Gabby shouted, “You’re just mad you're gonna lose!” 

You got to the stands pushing your way through a few people and climbing way too many stairs until you were in the center of the piled seats, You stood at the railing as Alex passed you a beer. You made small talk until the announcer came on introducing the teams. You all screamed like crazy when the Bulgarians flew into the field, Krum did a handstand on his broom whipping past and Ruby mumbled, “God he’s hot” Next to you. 

The game was amazing. You were getting progressively louder as it went on. 40 points Harpy’s, 20 Bulgaria, then 60 Harpy’s, 70 Bulgaria. Until finally, as the game progressed Krum came dive-bombing out of the sky streaking after a flash of gold. He caught it moments before pulling upwards holding it in his fist. You were elated. 

The four of you headed back towards your tent, Gabby was giggling about something you couldn’t make sense of as when suddenly a guy around your age popped out of his tent holding a pack of beers.

    “Blaise?” Ruby asked in disbelief. The name rung a distant bell.

    He turned towards you, “Holy shit Ruby?” 

    She laughed walking over to him, you followed a bit confused, your mind hazy with alcohol. 

    They talked for a second before she turned to introduce you. You smiled and shook his hand and suddenly it struck you, “Oh! You’re the guy she had a major crush on in high school.” 

    Your eyes widened as you slapped your hand over your mouth Alex burst out laughing. 

    “Sorry.” You mumbled, “Pretend I didn’t say anything.”

    The man brushed it off with a wave of his hand, “You guys should head over with me, a bunch of us have a bonfire going and I think someone brought a keg.” 

    “Then why are you carrying a six-pack of beer?” Alex asked.

    “Because their stuff probably tastes like shit.” He shrugged, “Are you guys coming?” 

    Ruby glanced back at you and you shrugged, “Why not?” 

   

    You followed Blaise about a quarter-mile from your tent to where a massive fire was raging. There must have been thirty college kids in the area, filling picnic tables and dancing on the grass. Someone had brought two kegs actually and it was apparent that a good chunk of them were hammered. It was dead silent until you stepped into a small glowing ring and suddenly the music was so loud you had to shout to hear anything.

    The smell of burning wood, weed, and beer was thick as yelling and laughter could be heard above the pop song which blared overhead. You laughed turning to see that Alex was already making her way towards one of the kegs. You followed her getting booed by a group of people sitting at a picnic table who were adorned in green and yellow. 

    “You’re the ones who lost!” Alex shouted from over your shoulder handing you a blue cup. Blaise was right, the beer tasted like shit.

    Draco watched as Blaise returned with four girls in tow. He sighed, rolling his eyes, not at all surprised by the new additions. All four were in black and red and were smiling widely. He snickered watching as one stumbled over nothing before finding her way to a picnic table. When his eyes landed on you they widened, your hair was messy and swiped back from your face, your cheeks flushed the shorts you were wearing left little to the imagination and the t-shirt was hugging your curves. You were stunning. His mouth went dry as his gaze followed you toward a keg, you laughed as one of your friends said something he couldn’t make out. Your smile was mesmerizing. 

    Draco was broken from his trance when Blaise coupled with one of the girls from before sat in front of him blocking his view.

    “Draco, you remember Ruby right?” he spoke gesturing towards the girl. 

    “Totally.” He lied, “Good to see you.” he craned his neck to the side attempting to catch a glimpse of you again. 

    Blaise raised an eyebrow, “Watcha looking for?” he asked, turning around too.

    “Nothing.” Draco shrugged, finding you sitting on the grass with the girl from before. 

    “See a hot girl?” Ruby joked, smirking following his gaze, “That’s y/n by the way.” 

    Draco felt his cheeks go hot, “I’m sorry who’s y/n?”

    “Who do you think?” She laughed, “The one you’re staring at, I’m not blind.” 

    “Which one is y/n again?” Blaise questioned, “Redhead or y/h/c?”

“Y/h/c.” Ruby responded, “She’s single you know.” she wiggled her eyebrows, “Very single.”

“Well, that’s convenient.” Baise mussed, “So is Draco” 

He rolled his eyes at their smirks and took a beer from the pack his friend had brought. His eyes wandered back to you as Ruby and Blaise’s conversation left without him. You were laying on your back now laughing hysterically as your friend tried to drink lying down, spilling beer down her front. You lifted out your wand to clean it before leaning over and whispering something into her ear. You waved it twice at the fire and suddenly it flickered deep black and red flames.  

“Bulgaria!” You and your friend shouted as Ruby turned around laughing. A few words from Harpy fans had the fire turned back to its original color. 

“Y/n! Alex!” Ruby called beckoning you towards them with a hand. 

You stumbled to your feet, white tennis shoes smudged with grass, “What’s up?” You giggled walking around the table and seating yourself next to Draco, Alex slumped on your other side.  

“Not much we were-” She was cut off when the song suddenly changed.

You squealed, leaping to your feet and hitting your bare knees on the hardwood, you didn’t seem to notice. You snatched Alex’s hand dragging her to her feet as well. You blurted out lyrics off-key as you climbed onto the table, glow sticks hovering around you as you swayed your hips to the music. You twirled on the tips of your shoes bringing your beer to your lips as a microphone 

Cheers and whistles from nearby people only encouraged you as you continued to drunkenly dance on the table “My loneliness is killing me, I must confess I still believe.” You drew out each word. Feet tapping along with the beat as Alex jumps up with you grabbing your hands. You sang together as Ruby howled with laughter beneath you. 

Your feet caught suddenly and you tumbled backward with scream you knocked directly into Draco’s’s chest knocking him from his seat and onto the grass with a thump. Draco groaned, opening his eyes and feeling his cheeks flush. You were laying on top of him, your hands holding you up as your face hovered just over his. 

Your eyes were wide as you traced the man’s features. His shimmering blond hair, deep red cheeks, sharp jawline, and icy blue eyes. Your heart sped in your chest as your gaze flicked down to his pink lips which were parted slightly. 

“You’re so pretty.” You mumbled and Draco felt his breath leave his lungs. 

“I should be saying that to you.” He countered shakily.

You giggled, staring for a moment too long, “I should probably stand up.” 

He nodded slowly, “Yeah.”

You got to your feet, Draco doing the same, both of you were bright red as you turned back to the group, Blaise winked at him and he rolled his eyes. 

The conversation continued and you slowly began to inch towards Draco craving his warmth, he smelt of expensive college and mint, it was intoxicating. The blonde almost jumped when he felt you lean onto him, your hand resting on his thigh. You laid your head onto his shoulder and Draco found himself resisting the urge to lean back into you. 

As the party began to dwindle Ruby decided that you should probably head back to your tent when Alex passed out on the table. 

“Where’s Gabby?” She asked glancing around to see her sitting with a group of girls you didn’t recognize. You pouted as she attempted to haul you to your feet.

“Y/n, we have to go.” She mumbled as you clung to Draco’s arm. He looked stunned.

“No!” You whined, “I don’t want to go!”

“God, you’re like a toddler when your drunk.” She huffed pinching the bridge of her nose. 

Finally, you got to your feet, stumbling and falling almost immediately. Draco stood to help you when he offered you a hand you took it but when he pulled you toward him you used that momentum to smash yourself onto his lips. 

You stood on your toes ramming your tongue into his mouth your eyes closed as you pulled him towards you. Draco kissed you back for just a second before pushing you away. 

Ruby stared at the scene her jaw dropped. 

“Why’d you pull away?” You pouted up at him, your hands fiddling with his shirt. 

“Because you are crazy drunk.” He responded hardly able to make out the sentence. 

“Fine. I'll kiss you when I’m not drunk.” You declared turning to Ruby, “Do you have a pen?” 

She shook her head.

You groaned snatching your wand from your pocket and shouting, “Accio pen!” about a dozen rushed at you. You snatched one turning to Draco and grabbing his hand, pulling up his shirt. You began to write on his forearm, the cap of the pen lodged between your lips. 

You pulled away, your phone number scrawled onto his skin, “You better call me.” You mumbled turning on your heels to follow your friends. 

Ruby snorted “You are going to regret so much of what just happened tomorrow morning.” 

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[heyheydidjaknow]

For anyone who is wondering why I deleted the chapters, I was very tired and forgot what tenses were, so I had to go back and change it all, and that is a pain on Tumbr. Tumblr also, apparently, either has a character or word limit, so this is our first 2 parter. I know I could just separate them into chapters, but I feel weird about making a whole chapter devoted to a date, so.

Edit: Who was gonna tell me I misspelled Casey?

Chapter 6 Pt 1

Leo sighs. “Okay, the fact that this will be the second creepiest stunt you’ve pulled this week says a lot.”

“Relax.” Donatello draws another line. “If she has a map of the foreseeable future and showed it to me, it obviously makes sense that I should answer in kind.”

“But,” Raphael points out, “this is the most desperate thing he’s done this week.”

“Zip it.” He caps his pen, holding his diagram up and walking off to his newly obtained whiteboard. “Besides, it’s not a comprehensive flow chart—attempting to list every possible conversation thread would be futile. It's simply a visual aid to remember the general actions I should take in any given situation.” Although you have been promising to “teach him a thing or two” about plot structure one on one, a part of him thinks it appropriate to make the first move. It appears to be the gallant thing to do, anyhow.

Mikey hops over the table, following one of the paths with his finger. “How come you have a shark on this one?”

“Oh,” he nods, “that’s in case she decides to go to the beach and gets attacked by a shark.”

“And why are there these Xs on this one?”

“That signifies the end of one of our lives.”

“And the hearts?”

He blushes. “I’m not answering that.”

Raph shudders. “Man, this just feels gross. I can already feel the secondhand disgust.”

“Raphael,” Donatello sighs, “love is a complex enigma that, if not thoroughly considered and tailored, will crumble before your very eyes. I cannot and will not destroy what little relationship we have by being reckless. Besides,” he scoffs, “in what other possible manner could I ask her out?”

“Hey, Y/N,” Leo offers, “let’s hang out.”

“See, that’s too pedestrian.” He gestures to the poster. “Trust in the—”

You slam through the door. Donnie, apparently panicked, flips the board over with fumbling hands. “H-hey, Y/N. Hey.” He stands up properly, clearing his throat. “Hey.”

You point at him. “How do you feel about busting a corrupt disgrace to the title of scientist?”

“Good!” He peaks at his board, trying to steal himself. “Where are we headed?”

“A neuroscientist by the name of Rockwell got mutated.” You start heading out. “Asshole in question is Victor Falco, AKA Feral Falco, AKA The Rat King if we don’t haul ass. He’s at Rockwell’s lab.”

“Awesome. Let’s go.” He runs after you, shooting a thumbs-up back at his brothers.

You are going to murder a man tonight. Probably. Hopefully not. Depends on how hard it is to wreck his shit. You have been stalking the Channel 6 news for about a week now, waiting for the jackass to show up, and now that he has? You are not about to let him become the monster you knew he could and would become.

“So,” Donnie startles you, lost in thought, “how was your first day of class?”

“It was fine. Met Casey, avoided Irma like the plague, all that jazz.” You turn a right.

“Casey?”

“Casey Jones. Hockey player, real bad at math.”

“A guy?” He seems interested in this subject for some reason.

“Yup.” You reach into your bag, wrapping your fingers around your kitchen knife, hands already shaking. If you must kill him, you will make it quick. “My age.”

“Oh.” He sighs. “That’s… nice.”

‘Can I just take him to the police? I don't have any evidence. This is breaking and entering.’

He clears his throat. “Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“We’re here.”

You look up at the building, sigh. “So we are.”

He moves in front of you, moving to meet you at eye-level. “Is there anything I need to know before we go in?”

You take a deep breath. “The man in the lab coat is the perp. We need to take him down, first and foremost. He may act a fool, but he’s accountable for the mutation of his partner. We either have to incapacitate, convict or, if necessary, kill him.”

He swallows. “This guy is that bad?”

“Not yet.” You start pulling the knife out properly as you push the door open with your clothed arm. “But it’s best to pull a weed out from the root.”

He follows you closely.

You look down at your phone to double-check that this is the offending room. “Here.” You back up, gesturing to the door eccentrically, heart pounding in your chest. “This is the room.”

He approaches you, brow furrowed. “Y/N,” he asks cautiously, “don’t take this the wrong way, but you look sick. Are you alright?”

You nod. “Nervous is all. Haven’t done this sort of thing before.”

He offers a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry.” He gives you a thumbs up. “I’ll be with you every step of the way, alright?”

Your knuckles go white around the grip as you try to release some tension. ‘Don’t choke. That’s his job.’ “Yeah.” You return it. “Oh, are you free tomorrow night? I still have to give you that lesson.”

His face lights up. “Y-yeah! Totally!” He grins eagerly. “Should I go to your place? At what time?”

“We’ll hash out the details on the way back.” You look prominently to the lock. “Now, I take it you have some gadget or gizmo to help us open this bad boy?”

He kneels, pulling a device from the utility belt on his hip and sliding it into the card reader. “Of course.”

The door lets out a harsh buzz, the light turning green. You pull your sleeve forward onto your hand, pushing the door open.

The room smells like metal and mold and decay, a certain lethality hanging in the air when you enter. You stay close to the wall, pulling down a lever to illuminate the harsh laboratory in an even harsher light. And there, caught frozen as he pockets a vial, is Victor Falco.

His eyes flicker towards the door.

You tackle him to the ground, shifting your weight back onto his legs, and pin his arms above his head. “Donnie,” you call, stopping his struggling with a knife pressed against his neck, “would you be so kind as to find a few things for me? I can tell you where they are in the room, but I’m a bit preoccupied.”

“Uh, sure.” His voice sounds strange to you. Tight. Nervous? Confused? You ignore it for now.

“What is the meaning of this,” the scientist bellows from underneath you. “I demand you give me an explanation!”

“Oh be quiet, traitor.” You press the blade against his skin. “We both know the crime you’ve committed against your partner.”

His eyes widen.

You keep your eyes locked on him at all times. “The first thing you’re looking for is a container of mutagen. When you get to the desk, you should see 2 stacks of drawers.”

You do not hear his footsteps. “Mhm.”

“The bottom left drawer has a false bottom. If you pull it up, you’ll find a canister of mutagen.”

You hear the drawer slide open, the shuffling of papers. “Got it.”

“Fantastic. Now, on the desk should be a flash drive belonging to Rockwell. Grab that.”

“How could you possibly know?” You feel his wrist tense as he clenched his fist. “I was so thorough.”

“I’m psychic,” you lie, smiling coldly. “Be happy I met you here and not in your home.”

“Anything else?”

“Whatever is in his pockets, besides car keys and a wallet. You’re getting new chemicals.”

The doctor does not seem to like that idea. He starts writhing underneath you.

“If you don’t stop moving,” you sigh, bringing the knife up and down quickly, hovering over his left eye, “you, a neuroscientist, will have the pleasure of discovering firsthand if what people say about losing your depth perception is true. See, I’ve always heard that it settles, but I’m more than happy to see it happen firsthand if you’ll indulge me.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“You aren’t sure.” You chuckle darkly, fingers wrapping tighter still around his wrists. “I don’t need to be a psychic to feel your shaking.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a green blob crouch down, pulling vials from his pockets.

“You’re a child.”

“And yet I’m the one holding a knife to you.” ‘Why am I so calm?’ “You’re selfish. You’re prideful. You won’t try anything because I know you to be cowardly, and you won’t say anything,” you nod, “because, if you did, you would have to admit to breaking into your missing partner’s lab, and deal with the backlash regarding me and my associate bringing that hard drive to the police and letting them connect the dots.” You smile sweetly. “Donnie, would you be so kind as to get some distance between you and Mr. Falco?” You do not look over at him, focused on the current task. “If he pulls anything, you need to be able to bring that to the police.”

“Got it.” A few seconds pass. “I’m by the door.”

You slide the carving knife in that general direction. “Goodnight, Falco.” You grab his hair, slamming his head against the ground once as you leap to your feet. You grab the knife, sprinting towards the door. “And that is our cue to leave.”

Donatello, who is having interesting feelings about the whole thing, appears to have been snapped out of some sort of trance. He nods, and the both of you exit the scene.

--

You wipe your mouth on your sleeve, shaking as you rest your chin on the edge of the dumpster. “T-thanks,” you smile shakily. “I appreciate it, really.”

“Not at all.” He let your locks fall from his hand. “I imagine it’s hard, what with having hair and all.” He helps you down from your perch on a stack of crates. “Are you feeling alright now?”

“Besides my mouth tasting like stomach acid? Never better.” You sigh, rubbing your face with your hands. “Sorry. The nerves just kinda…” you trail off, cheeks dusted pink. “Well, you get the idea.”

“It’s alright, really.” He smiles fondly. “You were really bold in there. It was really cool.”

“I don’t feel cool. I feel the opposite of cool.” You start down the alleyway. “But at least we stopped a ton of problems in its tracks.”

You hear a primal cry as a large primate lands in front of you.

You look him in the eyes, already tired of this episode. “Good evening, Dr. Rockwell.”

His eyes snap to Donatello, who was already unsheathing his bo staff. You look over your shoulder at him. “Chill out. He’s cool.”

“He’s a giant monkey!”

“Dude, he’s a well-esteemed scientist.” You turn to face him properly, holding his arms out to get some proper separation. “Put the effin stick down.”

“But—” He stops, takes a deep breath, and sheathes the staff. “Alright. I’ll trust you.” He seems almost disturbed by your apparent ease.

You turn back to face him properly, smiling. “Doctor,” you nod, “your partner will be of no concern to you from this point onward. Rest assured; his research has been halted.” Your tone is politely respectful.

The wild eyes of the primate calm. He seems to at least sense the general sentiment. He nods once, leaping up onto the nearest rooftop and disappearing into the night.

You nod in satisfaction, looking back at the stunned Donatello.

“He calmed down so easily.”

“He has a human mind, for the most part.” You shrug, continuing down the alley. “Let’s head back. Man, if you dad knew the kind of trouble I just got him out of.” You giggle at his dumbstruck expression, walking backward to keep facing him. “Well, are you just gonna stand there lookin pretty or are you going to come with?”

His face goes red. He nods once, hurrying after you.

You two walk quietly for a little over a minute. “Hey, uh, can I ask you something?”

“Totally.” You decide to bite the bullet and pull of the manhole cover. “What’s up?”

“Why do you call him that?”

“Call who what?” You start climbing down.

“You know, not call him Master Splinter.” He pulls the cover back on, landing beside you. “You always call him my dad or Yoshi or Mr. Hamato.”

“Well,” you shrug, “he’s your dad, right?”

“I’m not saying it’s a problem,” he clarified, “or that’s it’s incorrect, but most people—myself included—refer to him as Master Splinter.”

You start walking with him. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Donnie,” you sigh, “but, if I can help it, I honestly hope I never have to call him that.”

“Why?” He walks beside you, eyes tracing your figure subtlety.

“Didn’t I already say?” You nod back in the direction you guys came from. “You saw how I acted back there. This is only episode six or seven. The trauma I’d have to go through as a ninja here would kill me,”

“But you have the guts for it.” His voice is certain. “You’re strong enough, mentally, to be a ninja.”

You pause, your throat catching. You wonder if he would still think so if he had seen how you had spent your nights.

He clears his throat, blushing again. “I think you are, anyway.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his neck silently. You feel him seize up under you. “Thank you,” you mumble.

He slowly relaxes, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. He rests his head on top of yours gently. Slowly, he buries his hand in your hair. He is always so warm— he makes you feel oddly safe. This is only the second time you have been this physically close to him, but you don’t think for a moment that he would try anything.

You back off, clearing your throat as your cheeks catch fire. “Sorry,” you smile timidly. “I’ve just been… I’m not usually this clingy.”

He blinks out of his stupor, looking down at you. “Huh? Oh, don’t worry about it.” He grinned giddily, almost drunk. “Y-You are all good.”

You swallow. “I’ve gotta do an introduction type project for school, so I gotta get back home.” You walk back in the direction you two came. “Come to my place at about seven tomorrow. I’ll order food.”

He nods, body relaxed. “Seven. Got it.” He does.

You wave, walking back to the ladder. “Then I’ll see you then.”

He stands there, watching you leave. As soon as he hears the sliding of the manhole cover back into place, he takes a moment to celebrate the victory before starting to walk back to the lair.

‘I got a date!’

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Chapter 5

Chapter 6, Part 2

[prettyboypeterparker]

Peter stares at Tony but not Tony. God this is so weird for him. Tony but not Tony is sitting in a chair sipping on straight vodka as Peter circles him poking and prodding his face because how the hell does this person look exactly like Tony but not actually? 

“Are you done?” Icy blue flick to where Peter is hovering a pointer finger.

“Not really. How is this possible?” Peter asks as he makes one more circle around the man before sitting down crisscrossed at his feet.

“I’m come from Earth-TRN517, we’ve have intergalactic travel.” He says as if that really explains how he’s here, in this galaxy specifically.

“Why here?” Peter's fingers play with the hem of his jeans, he feels like he’s very close to a mental breakdown.

“I noticed your Tony isn't here anymore, my Peter isn't alive in my universe.” 

“So you just decided to come here to what? Replace your Peter with another? That’s kinda messed up.” Peter had come to terms with what happened to Tony, he had to there was no other choice, but never did it ever occur to him that he could have another one because Tony Stark will always be one of a kind no matter how many of him exists.

“Precisely.” Fake Tony finishes his vodka, he places it on the floor next to the leg chair and looks down at Peter with his eerie eyes.

“Well you can’t have me, go find another one.” Peter stands from his spot and tries to walk away because this isn't happening.

“I can't. There are more than a million versions of us yet we are the only ones to lose each other. It was fate, I was meant to come here to get back what I lost.” Fake Tony insists as he closes a strong hand around Peter’s wrist.

“Well I can’t replace my Tony, I’m sorry but you aren't him and you'll never be.” Peter shakes his head and tries to pry the mans hand off of him but it’s too tight.

“You leave me no choice then.” Fake Tony stands, towering over Peter as he grabs Peter around the waist, throwing him over his shoulder.

“Hey! Let me down! Tony let me go!” Peter bangs at Fake Tony’s shoulder but he doesn't yield.

“I much prefer Anthony but if it makes it easier for you, you may call me Tony.” 

“You can't do this! You can't.” Peter cries out.

“I can, and I will.” Tony assures him with all the confidence in the world.

Peter tries to wriggle out of his hold but Tony holds on fairly tightly, he takes Peter to his Tony's old room. Peter hasn't been in here since the funeral, he couldn't stand to be in here without him because it just caused too much pain.

“Please don't do this, you don't have to do this.” Peter can feel tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.

“It’s okay, you’ll learn to love me just like my Peter did.” Peter’s stomach turns and he thinks he might be sick.

Before he has a chance to say anything Tony is dropping him on the bed, he stares up at the man who looks so much like the man he fell in love with. Maybe if Peter tried hard enough he could look past the glowing blue eyes and the cold exterior of this stranger just long enough to get this over with. 

“Strip.” Tony orders.

Peter shakily pulls his t-shirt over his head, he toes his sneakers off then tugs his jeans and boxers off all while not making eye contact with Tony. This feels so unbearably wrong.

“Good boy.” Tony runs a hand down Peter’s jaw, it’s suppose to be loving but it just twists Peter’s stomach.

Tony walks to the side table and rummages around the junk that has piled up there until he finds the bottle of lube that hasn't been used in months. He brings it back and tosses it next to Peter, then he starts undressing himself. Peter watches articles of clothing drop and reveal blue and silver lines mottling his skin they all connect to the arc reactor in his chest. Definitely not his Tony.

“On your stomach.” It’s such a cold command, it makes Peter’s chest hurt.

He rolls onto stomach and automatically spreads his thighs, a habit that he picked up from how many times his Tony fucked him in a day. 

“Relax.” Tony says as he rubs a lube wet finger around Peter’s hole, doing this until Peter goes lax and he can push in.

 Peter shuts his eyes as he tries to imagine brown eyes staring down at him with that stupid smirk he gets when he successfully gets Peter riled up just from a little fingering. It’s hard though, all that keeps burning into his eyelids are icy blue eyes and Peter hates himself even more.

“You're so well trained, my Peter took forever for me to finger, he was always so tight.” Probably because he didn't want you doing it, Peter thought as he winced when Tony pushed in his middle finger alongside his index.

Peter gets fingered until Tony’s decided he’s stretched enough, he looks over his shoulder and sees Tony stroking his cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth the exact way his Tony does it. Maybe if he just doesn't look at the chest and up maybe he doesn't have to feel bad. Maybe.

“Deep breath baby.” Tony instructs as he pushes the head of his cock against Peter’s hole.

Peter takes in a deep shuddery breath as Tony’s whole length slides in, no working up to it just the whole thing in one go. It takes Peter’s breath right out of his lungs, making his head spin.

“You feel like a virgin. Did your Tony ever do this? Or am I the first?” Tony starts to rock his hips, fucking into Peter deep and slow.

Peter chooses not to answer, it’s none of his business. 

“Quiet little thing aren't you? Come on Petey I wanna hear you cry.” It’s the nickname that breaks him.

“Tony.” Peter cries out as he tries to move back on the cock that’s pulling out of him.

The line between who this man is blurs so quickly, Peter is losing his sense of reality with each thrust because this man smells of Tony, and fucks him the same way and Peter is pretty sure this is his Tony.

“Petey, I’m here sweetheart.” Tony coos into Peter’s curls.

Peter nods and tries to turn around because he needs to see him but Tony pushes down between his shoulder blades and pins him to the mattress, fucking into him so hard Peter can't quite catch his breath. It’s everything he's been missing and Peter moans and whines when Tony grabs him by his hair, yanking his head back as he kisses him, licking into his mouth then pulling back and spitting past his lips something that makes Peter cum untouched right into the duvet. 

“Such a good boy Peter, good boy for cumming. I knew you loved me.” Peter nods tiredly as Tony keeps thrusting, he takes it until Tony finishes deep inside, ribbon after ribbon of white seed soaking Peter fully. 

Tony pulls out and smacks Peter on the ass. Tony walks away leaving Peter dripping on the bed, bone tired and losing consciousness every passing second.

“I think I’ll like taking over this galaxy.” Tony says as he leaves the room.