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50cal-fullauto-astarion · 8 months

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horny, sulky, kinda mean, kinda roughhousing könig thought bc it's my birthday, it's 2:50am, i have been horny like a fuckin werewolf for like a week now. f!reader ig for talk about pussy.

So our man König doesn’t keep normal hours—not that you do, but dude is two days back from KorTac and pretty much strung out on the “fun” amphetamines KorTac req officers pass out like candy if you even wave smth that looks like a form at them. So kind of out of the worst of it, exhausted, but wired and feeling kind of shitty and toothy and wound up.

He wants to fuck. Easiest way to diffuse, decompress, and he’s hard as shit by the time he lumbers his way into bed with you—over you—all around you. You were reading off your kindle, not anymore. He plucks that shit right out of your hand and puts it behind him, tangling those long, heavy limbs around you like a boa constrictor.

“Was wondering when this was going to happen,” you say, hissing when he’s none to kind in nipping the skin of your neck, wrapping his arms around your torso, pushing your breasts up under your t-shirt. “Shit, you’re moody,” it’s half a laugh, and a grapple at not immediately just folding and giving into him. You like to bite, too.

“Give me your mouth,” he grunts, nose pushed into the spot behind your ear. He’s pushing down your underwear, singlemindedly stripping you down. His words make your skin humid, “Gonna play with your pussy, want you fucking wet for me.”

You give that little bit, turning your head over your shoulder, smirking into a kiss that drives deliriously deep as soon as contact is made. König isn’t a prim kisser, but a primal one. It’s not a clean act; sloppy, yes, and somehow tinged with something kin to restrained violence. Challenge? Dick swinging? Maybe something more biblical in nature—gluttony, or greed.

He’s a fearsome thing, and he may only be beautiful to you. A needful thing, too, twisting nest of starved serpents—6 feet 10 inches and pushing-300-lbs of fucking muscle, battering-ram-body housing more than thirty years of neglect-crushed memory out for retribution.

But you never were a target. He didn’t have a choice in that matter. You both know good and goddamned well that you picked him. Everything he gets away with is at your allowance, and good fucking Christ, he loves you for it.

His cock throbs against your bare ass through his boxers as his arm wraps around you, craning his hand to pump two big fingers into your sopping cunt, angling his wrist so he can press and rub your clit with his thumb.

Man’s got his perversions, and he’s the most physical person you’ve ever met in your life. He’s had a fraction of the sex he’s fantasized about, but you’ve covered hectares of that ground since you’ve gotten together. He’s a quick study, and his mind’s a nightmare of steel trap memory. He never forgets what you like.

Two fingers turn to three, and he almost pushes it to four—assured torture, too much stretch too fast—before you snap a hand around his wrist and buck hard back against him, seething his name in warning. “Don’t fucking dare.”

“Ja. Ja, Schatzi,” he mumbles, breathing hard and too collected. You’re both sweating already, and the bed feels too damn warm, but neither of you shift. The spooning position is perfect as-is, only needs acted upon. In the mean time, he draws his slicked fingers up, leaving them in the air before your mouth in question. He groans and shudders harshly when you take the digits into your mouth, almost laughing at the ever-fresh amusement of your own taste. Salt and cold coins, your own metallic tang a complement to the one on his skin. His voice shakes as he warns, “Time, now. It’s time, bitte, aw, fuck.”

Just like that, he sinks right into you, to the base, balls pressed tight against your lips due to your body’s contortioning to meld against his form. An ungodly moan bellows out of his throat, rattling from his chest into yours, arms tightening around you. You meet the fuck-weird noises, turning your head to keen into your pillows and pressing back against him. Your hand anchors behind you on his hip, as if pinning him in place, affixing your bodies together.

You both hang in a moment of suspension, hearts pounding, minds blank, stomachs rising as if careening over a hill with momentum not sparing you a moments reprieve.

When that finally snaps, you have to force him to focus, to fuck, and he’s slow about it, grinding into you as your cunt sucks him deeper.

That huge hand you know so well drops between your legs, right back to toying with you. Oh it doesn’t take long to get you off, bent in half on your side, holding onto him and gasping as you’re hit with wave after wave of pleasure.

He’s not subtle to signal when it’s his turn. He pulls you back up and clamps his teeth into your shoulder, biting down hard through the fabric of your shirt, fucking you rough, now, and unheeding, like an animal in heat. When he finally finishes, spasming and jolting all over now that his balls have been emptied into you, he leaves his heavy arm over your waist, keeping you close. “Good shit,” he mumbles, throat sticking to itself it’s so dry as he pants, parched, “we split a smoke?”

You’re not much better, even though you’ve bravado to fucking spare. “I smoke. You go the hell to sleep now,” you try to sound stern and dismissive, but there’s a laugh in your tone some place. And fondness, undeniably. You feel his grin against your neck, his body purring mhm in question. “Feel better?” you ask, at length, stroking the hair on his forearms.

“Yes,” he says after a moment, weak and sweet with relief, “can sleep now.” A pause, you can hear him thinking. “Won’t, though. Because you were an asshole and had to bring it up first.” His laugh wheezes, low and susurring.

#konig #könig #call of duty #cod mw2 #mw2 #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig x reader #teehee and as usual it's just my oc dressed up as a reader yall know the drill by now

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chvoswxtch · 5 months

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Girl I have been silently reading and praising your stuff from my sisters account. Like liking all you stuff for safekeeping. The whole thing crashed and now I am trying to do the whole interacting thing. I am so embarrassed and scared that my idea is shit so this I am anonymous. But listen - I check your blog every day for updates. I luv u.

Okay my request is a bit messy. But like an angsty/fluf fic with Frank and a woman who is like small but indestructible - you know like a super power or x-gene thing. You cant see any wounds on her body they´ll just heal or something. And all she wants to do is protect Frank and he is just not having it.

If this is shit and not duable I get it! And if I missed somebody writing something simular please share the link - I would love it! Rant over...sorry...and thank you <34567

hi nonnie!

firstly, welcome. there's no need to hide in the shadows, or to apologize or feel embarrassed or any of that. i'm happy you're here and felt comfortable sharing your idea with me! I actually got a somewhat similar request, so I ended up combining the two to get the best of both worlds :)

also if you're into frank x powered reader, I highly recommend @grippingbeskar! she has an entire completed series called salt, ice, and fire that is phenomenal that I can't gush about enough

I hope you enjoy!

warning: swearing, mentions of guns & blood word count: 1.4k

bulletproof.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“What the fuck are you doin’?”

Frank’s thick brows were angrily bunched up in the middle of his forehead, a trail of crimson slowly leaking from the cut that covered the bridge of his freshly broken nose. His jaw was harshly set and he scowled deeply at you while switching out the cartridge on his rifle by muscle memory, not even having to look down.

“I told you-“

“No, I told you to take the goddamn stairs to the roof while I took out-

“I had it under control, Frank!”

Frank scoffed and let out an exasperated puff of air through his lips while shaking his head and gesturing towards you loosely with his free hand.

“Under control my ass, look at you. If you had fuckin’ listened to me, you wouldn’t be bleedin’ right now.”

Frank’s voice had risen in volume, and the timbre of it carried through the empty space between the two of you with a subtle growl. He might have been pissed at you, but you were fucking furious with him. You’d lost count of how many times the two of you fought about the exact same fucking thing over and over, and you weren’t arguing about it with him anymore.

The heavy sound of approaching footsteps and yells caught Frank’s attention, but as he began to march towards the open loading dock of the abandoned warehouse with purpose and a raging vendetta burning in his eyes, the metal shutter door suddenly came barreling down with a wave of your hand. It collided with the concrete floor, a loud thud echoing around the space, not only preventing Frank from getting out, but anyone else from getting in.

Frank instantly paused, snapping his head to look over his shoulder at you with an expression of pure annoyance covering his sharp features. Your eye color had shifted to an incandescent shade, glimmering like two deep red rubies caught in the sunlight. There was still a flickering scarlet glow around your right hand as you kept the door shut, and Frank could tell by the look on your face that you were incensed by his behavior, but he refused to back down anymore than you did.

Grabbing the hem of your top with your left hand, you hastily lifted it upwards just as one of the bullet holes above your right hip began to close up and heal. Frank’s narrowed gaze dropped downwards to watch, and his features softened just a sliver, only to harden once again when he looked back into your illuminated eyes.

“I can heal, Frank. You can’t. So when I tell you I have something under control, that doesn’t mean you fucking jump in front of me guns blazing. That bulletproof vest can’t protect you from everything, and I swear to whatever God you believe in, if you pull that shit again and get yourself killed, I will find a way to raise you from the dead just to kill you myself.”

Frank didn’t visibly react to your words, even as your voice rose in a hysterical volume and filled the empty space surrounding you both. Any other person might have been fucking terrified to be alone with a woman that had glowing red eyes and could trap them somewhere with her mind. Then again, anyone else probably also would’ve been scared shitless to be alone in a room with the Punisher himself.

But Frank wasn’t afraid of you, just like you weren’t afraid of him. You both knew what the other was, and you loved each other anyway.

That was the root cause of your recurring argument. Frank wanted to protect you, and you wanted to protect him. Despite him knowing about your abilities, he still felt responsible for you. He didn’t like seeing you get hurt, even if it did heal. He didn’t want anything to happen to you if he could prevent it.

Letting his rifle drop by his side, Frank let out a deep exhale through his broken nose, his eyes wandering over your figure slowly before meeting your gaze.

“You know how much I hate seein’ you get hurt, baby. You know what it does to me.”

The sudden change in his voice to a softer and more sincere tone had your eyes shifting back to their natural color, and your previous anger began to instantly cool. You did know. If someone so much as bumped into you on accident, Frank was ready to tear them to shreds. He had always been extremely overprotective of you, and knowing his traumatic past, you couldn’t blame him, or stay upset with him for very long.

Letting out a soft sigh of your own, you ran one of your hands through your hair before taking a few steps towards him, your heeled boots echoing along the cement floors. Despite the three inches of height they gave you, Frank still towered over you completely. The size difference between the two of you was nearly comical, especially considering he was the “big and scary” one.

But you were the little witch that had a nasty temper.

“You think I enjoy seeing you get hurt? I’m the one who has to fix you up, remember?”

Neither one of you paid any mind to the incessant banging on the shutter door, or the sound of ricocheting bullets and yelling coming from the other side. When you brought your hands up to gently grab Frank’s face, he leaned down to nuzzle into your palms and instantly melted into your touch, his attention solely focused on you.

“I know.”

Brushing your thumb lightly along the violet bruise that began to bloom on his right cheekbone, you took in the cut along the bridge of his nose and frowned softly with a sigh.

“Your nose is broken again.”

“Ain’t the first, won’t be the last.”

“Can I try something?”

Frank arched one of his thick brows in question, glancing over his shoulder momentarily at the shutter door before looking at you again.

“Right now?”

“You have somewhere to be?”

Rolling his eyes, Frank let out a soft chuckle and gave a slight nod of his head.

“Alright. S’pose they ain’t gettin’ in no time soon.”

A proud smirk was all you offered in return to his comment. Taking a deep breath, you removed your right hand from his face and let your index finger hover over his wounded nose. Focusing intently, your hand was once again glowing, and you traced a crimson line in the air from the top to the bottom of his nose. All of a sudden, the cut on the bridge of his nose sealed up, and the indigo patches that had blossomed around it vanished.

Frank blinked a few times in dumbfoundment, wiggling his large nose and glancing down at it in a mixture of confusion and awe. Your own eyes widened in surprise, and your mouth hung open in shock before your lips parted into a wide grin. Frank looked at you, his features twisted up in wonder and puzzlement.

“Holy shit. How the hell did you do that?”

“I…I don’t know. I just…wanted to see if I could, and…focused really hard. I can’t believe it actually worked!”

Frank stared down at you incredulously when you said that.

“The hell you mean you can’t believe it actually worked? You didn’t know it would? What if you had given me a tail or somethin’? Or put my ass where my nose was?”

“Oh, well then I could never kiss you again.”

Frank actually looked offended by that, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his expression while you gently patted his shoulder and stepped around him to face the shutter door, brushing your hair off your shoulders.

“Alright big guy, let’s wrap this up. I’m starving, and there’s a Gilmore Girls marathon waiting with our name on it.”

Frank’s plush lips pursed in an adorable pout as he cocked his rifle and aimed towards the shutter door, keeping his narrowed gaze locked on you.

“You and I are gonna have a serious talk ‘bout this magic shit when we get home.”

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itgetsdark-x · 5 months

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Burning Inside

Summary: The day was roasting hot, the kind of heat that makes you wish you lived in Antarctica and Joel was even hotter. He may not give you what you want but he’ll give you the best ride of your life.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI plssss!! Thigh riding, use of ‘good girl’ and generic praises, degrading / degradation kink. Pretty tame smut tbh.

Characters: Joel Miller x (f) reader

Word Count: 1.5k

It was a baking hot day, the kind of heat that makes your skin prickle with a constant sheen of sweat. Typical Texan day, Joel would say which would usually cause you to roll your eyes.

You were laid out on your back deck in a garden lounger, you had a small pink sundress on and you were fanning yourself with an old magazine; nothing, not even lying in the shade could protect you from the heat today, it was unbearable.

Your skin felt too tight, your dress felt like it clung to you uncomfortably and you just wanted to tell the sun to fuck off and never return.

“Gotcha a beer, sweetheart.” Joel smiled, placing the beer down on the table between the two loungers.

“Thanks.” You huffed and watched as he went back to the garden, to finish mowing the luscious green lawn.

You watched the older male, your partner, as he mowed the lawn; he was wearing a pair of old jeans and had discarded his t-shirt a while ago as beads of sweat trickled down his broad chest. You felt yourself near salivating as you watched him work, the way his arms would flex with each pass of the mower or the way his chest would move as he pushed the machine forward.

You were aching between your thighs already and you whined softly as you rubbed your legs together and sipped at your cold drink. You licked your lips as Joel finished up the mowing and gladly sucked back the rest of your cold bear before you pressed the bottle to your neck, the beads of condensation dripping down your baking flesh.

Joel groaned as he sank into the chair next to you and grabbed his own beer to take a long swig; you watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed as he drank, small beads of glistening sweat making a path you wanted to follow. Down, down, down, until it fell onto his chest, his salt and pepper hair catching it.

You couldn’t help the way your soft tongue darted out to wet your lips, it was involuntary as you watched Joel’s chest breathe when he closed his eyes. You wanted to reach out, touch him; you wanted your lips all over him to taste the salty sweat that decorated his tanned skin.

“You okay, darlin’?” He asked, peering at you with one of his opened eyes, his brow quirked up in question.

“I’m too fuckin’ hot and you look fuckin’ hot. All wound up tight.” You whined, your voice mimicking that of a petulant child as you rubbed your thighs together tightly.

You shifted in your seat and watched as Joel breathed out a short laugh, his chest catching your gaze once more.

“Want you.” You huffed, trailing a hand down your body to cup your mound, just anything to stave off the throbbing you were feeling in your panties.

“So goddamn needy, all the time. ‘M tired.” He mumbled and closed his eyes, his features oozing with smugness.

“Joel…” you whined, looking at him with pleading eyes but the older male remained stubborn and kept his eyes firmly closed. “‘M not playing, please. I need you.”

“Yeah?” He opened his eyes and smirked at you. “You need me, baby girl? Hmm, need my cock to give you that relief?” He cooed.

You bit onto your bottom lip and nodded eagerly, shifting in your seat to grind pathetically against your hand.

“Please.” You breathed.

Joel tutted and shook his head in disagreement.

“Tsk tsk.” He said softly. “You’ve been a needy little girl, been watching you practically drooling over me all day. You haven’t helped me, just watched and undressed me with your eyes.” He said lowly.

You bit on your bottom lip again and whined at him, a soft and needy noise ripping from the back of your throat. You removed your hand from yourself and gripped Joel’s thigh tightly.

He looked at you and shook his head again, removing your hand from his thigh.

“Nu-uh, not a chance baby girl. You wanna act like a horny little bitch in heat? You can rut against my thigh like one.” He smirked and patted at his thick thigh once.

You swallowed roughly, all moisture from your mouth being sucked away in an instant. You could feel your wet panties sticking to your throbbing cunt and you stood from your chair with wobbly legs.

“Please, just want your fingers or something. Please don’t make me do this.” You begged, voice high and needy.

Joel barked out a laugh and took ahold of your hips, bringing you down so you were straddling one of his impossibly thick thighs. He gripped tightly at your flesh of your hips, his hands dipped under your sundress and he dragged your hips back and forth.

“That’s it, atta girl.” He cooed condescendingly as your mouth gaped in pleasure.

Soft whimpers fell from your lips; somewhere in the back of your pleasure-clouded mind thought about the chance of your neighbours being able to see you in the hot evening sun. The logical side of your brain told you to stop, get dressed and take it inside but the horny, Joel-clouded side of your brain couldn’t stop your hips from rutting against the rough fabric of his jeans, even if you had tried.

“F-feels good. Need more.” You muttered, your head lulling forward to nuzzle into the sweaty crook of Joel’s neck. Your lips brushed against the salty liquid and you couldn’t help the way your tongue reached out to lick at the tender skin as you ground your hips down onto his thigh.

You could feel how your soaked panties were bunching into your slit as you moved your hips back and forth, with each delicious drag, the damp cotton dragged against your swollen clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.

“Told you baby girl, act like a little bitch, get treated like one.” He growled lowly, his hands still pawing roughly at your fleshy hips. “Now why don’t you be a good girl and cum, and don’t make too much noise. Don’t want the neighbours catching you… again.” He smirked.

You nodded against Joel’s shoulder and your hands gripped tightly at each of his shoulders for leverage; you rocked your hips back and forth quicker. You knew it wasn’t gonna be long until you were coming on done, right on the thigh of your boyfriend.

“Please.” You sobbed, tears pricking at your eyes in frustration; as good as it felt, you wanted more, you neededmore.

Joel laughed and shook his head, stubborn as he always was. “Nope.” He smirked and dragged your hips down harder against his thigh as you felt his muscles flex under you.

You gasped at the new sensation of his muscular thigh and whined loudly, the noise seeming like a scream against the tranquil sound of your suburban garden.

“Joel, please.” You begged again, knowing your words would just fall on stubborn ears, no matter how hard you pleaded with him.

“Oh look at you baby girl…” he cooed, bending his head, albeit awkwardly to kiss your forehead. “So fuckin’ needy for me, aren’t you? Always so eager and needy for it. It’s so cute.” He purred.

You whined again, nodding at him as your wet cunt dragged across his thigh, your fingernails digging roughly into his tanned skin.

“My needy little baby.” He laughed. “Maybe if you’re really good for me, I’ll take you inside and fuck you. Or, maybe I could just fuck you right here after you’ve cum… you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Like it if I buried my cock into your tight little cunt, right here for anyone to watch. I bet you want the neighbours to catch us, catch you being such a good girl for me.”

Joel’s words drove you mad, each one sending shocks through your core and as you nodded, you felt the white hot heat in your stomach erupt aggressively and suddenly.

“Joel, I—“ you managed to squeak out as you came.

Your eyes were screwed shut, your thighs squeezed at Joel’s leg as you felt a gush of wetness soak the fabric underneath you. Your thighs shook aggressively as you rocked against him with fervour.

“Good girl.” He praised simply, smiling as you collapsed against him.

“Too fuckin’ hot.” You mumbled as your shaking legs relaxed once again. “Need a cool shower and a nap.” You grumbled.

“Oh, so you’re done now?” He asked with a raised brow. “What if I wasn’t done with you?”

As he finished his sentence, you could feel Joel’s hard length flex in his jeans and you whined, your walls fluttering around nothing.

“Can’t move.” You huffed.

“It’s fine baby girl, I can wait for you to recharge.” He teased, brushing a sweaty strand of hair away from your face before he kissed you softly with a contented hum.

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#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #pedro pascal #joel x reader

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tightjeansjavi · 8 months

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about what my hands and my body done

A/N: this is all @amanitacowboy @chaotic-mystery fault 😩 once again, angst with sprinkled in smut because I am a menace that cannot be stopped!

~word count: 472~ (see! I can write drabble..sometimes)

Summary: Joel’s hands. That’s it. That’s the summary.

Pairing | post! outbreak Joel Miller x f! reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, hand kink??, angst, blood, tears, you’re like literally in love with Joel’s hands, +18 minors dni!

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Joel Miller’s hands must have surely been sculpted by the gods themselves. Why else would they look so perfect? He’d disagree, naturally. He viewed them to be ugly, unnatractive, useless in the cases where they were so damaged, he’d have to grit his teeth together to mask the pain. To you? They were beautiful. Perfectly crafted to encase around your hand like a shield. Or purchased around your throat, like a pretty necklace. You especially loved it when he used those hands of his to pry your thighs apart, tsking under his breath when they would subconsciously snap shut when the sensation of his fingers knuckle deep inside of you became too much for you to handle. A mix between pain and pleasure as your eyes would screw shut, head thrown back as you cried out his name.

“Keep ‘em open f’me. Can’t make you cum if you ain’t obeyin’ and bein’ a good girl f’me.” He rasped as his thumb began to paint practiced strokes across your neglected clit. He always knew how to play your strings just right.

Hands that could send you reeling into a blissful state that only he was capable of bringing you too. Hands that held you protectively with shameless care. Grasping your hips, your arm, with blunt fingernails lightly pressing into your skin. Splayed across your tummy as he holds you close at night. Fingertips twitching, quivering against your flesh; another nightmare rolls through like clockwork. Fingertips to be held, admired, kissed, licked, worshiped.

Bruised knuckles over the years, torn skin, crusted blood as you leave featherlight whispers of kisses on his wounds. Hands that have killed for you, cared for you, protected you.

Wrinkles, veins, scarred tissue; all beautiful. All him; all yours.

Hands that grasped a gun firmly, and your face delicately. Rough pads of thumbs brush away freshly fallen tears.

“Never g’nna leave you. Ain’t no one on this god forsaken earth can take me from you, angel.” He fiercely reassured you. Hands streaked in blood, not of his own, but of another. Fingernails encrusted with grime and flesh tissue. Not his. Not his.

“I’ll crawl home to you everytime. Every goddamn time. I’ll give every motherfucker hell if they try’n take me from you.”

Hushed tone, soft touches, acidic copper, salt. Tears mixing with your own as he kisses you soft, sweet, tender. Hands grasping yours with a trembled grasp.

Tongues tangled, teeth clash, rough fingertips gliding under the confines of your shirt; his. Grasping at skin, biting at flesh, hold me. Hold me. Hold me. You beg, unneeded as he’s already there, holding you as close as he can, it’s not enough. It’s never enough as you cling to him as if your life depends on it.

I’m here. I’m right here.

Hands that hold you steady, keeping you safe and warm, even as they tremble fiercely.

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lazyjellyfish300 · 7 days

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I hate you. You hate me. (Right?)

Miguel O'Hara x Gn!Black Cat Assassin!Reader

For my dear @hikaru-sama ILY POOKIE 🖤🖤 this was actually really fun to write!! Thank you for this idea!!

Synopsis/original request: "Assassin! Reader patching up Miguel when he gets hurt from his Spiderman shenanigans and Miguel patching up Reader when they get hurt on a mission. (They're also done with everyone's shit 😭😭)" Word count 1.5k

CW: BLOOD, ASSASSIN, MENTION OF KILLING, NEEDLE, STITCHES, INJURY, LIGHT ANGST, FLUFF, MILD VIOLENCE, READER HAS EMOTIONAL ISSUES

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You couldn't have predicted what life events would have led you to this rather unconventional career choice. But, with over a decade of bottled up anger, sense of vengeance, and satisfaction for beating folks up, it only seemed natural that you wound up as a hit person.

Black Cat Assassin for hire.

Because everyone knows you're in for bad luck when a black cat crosses your path. Or, something to that effect. Close enough to how the old superstition went, right? You're not sure, you came up with the marketing yourself. It's not easy running a one person band.

Offing people wasn't exactly difficult for you. You took out a couple woman beaters, corrupt public servants, people who abused their power and preyed on the vulnerable.

As long as the checks cleared and the hefty rent for your expensive penthouse could be made every month, you really didn't care.

And when this so called Green Goblin approached you about this next unlucky victim, you eyed the back of his head through your pair of binoculars clutched over your masked eyelids, blinking when you noticed it looked like he was shifting uncomfortably on the couch.

He appears to be injured, judging by the numerous pill bottles, large opened sudoku puzzle book, ice pack, and science documentary he had on, he definitely was.

Too easy.

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Inside the large apartment, Miguel sucks in air through his teeth with muttered strings of cursings flying freely from his breath.

He broke his ass(not literally, a bruised coccyx) while fighting an anomaly.

Never answer your gizmo mid leap when you're trying to grapple to another side of a building, talons slipping and he came down with a crash. Despite being endowed with extra cushion back there, it did little to prevent the tender bruising that was causing him all sorts of discomfort for the time being.

Despite having a quicker healing ability than non-Spidey civilians, this injury sure was taking its sweet fucking time, making sure to rub salt in the wound while it was on its way out the door with its middle finger raised for good measure.

Between anomalies, his busted ass, his neighbors that sound like they're getting divorced on the floor above him, and the back to back spam notifications of that annoying group chat Pav and Hobie stuck him in, he is done with everyone's shit.

Miguel tries to get his mind off it with puzzles and scientific documentaries to no avail, until an unwelcome interruption slinks its way into his living room.

Crash.

You hiss as you dodge the lamp he chucks at you. A scowl on your face as you cower in the corner. That Green freak didn't tell you that your victim was a goddamn SPIDER UNIT and 6'9!?

Miguel smirks at this would be killer. You're smaller than him, and rather cute. Whoever hired you to be his masked killer really should make sure they signed a return policy, for this sad, sad attempt on his life you're currently making.

"Stop it, you." Miguel glares, lightly wincing at a silver of pain that runs through his backside. He stares at you with those cool red eyes. "Who are you?"

"Your worst nightmare." You spit back, unsheathing a pocket knife as you start to gallop towards him, wielding the blade.

Miguel groans in annoyance but skillfully weaves around you, dodging the jabs of your weapon. He can't help but let a giggle escape with how frustrated you're getting when none of them land.

"Hold still, you bastard!" You growl, pausing momentarily to catch your breath. You hadn't exactly rehearsed for this. Usually these things don't take very long. And he's just not cooperating.

"Cat has claws." Miguel smirks.

Now, why is he looking at you like that. The rugged charm of his smile disarms you, but only momentarily when you snap back into kill mode, smug look quickly smeared off his face when you pounce.

"Hey!"

He smirks again from above you as you writhe and squirm in his hold on the ground as he tries to wiggle the knife from your gloved hand. You screech and he gasps as the knife crashes a short distance away.

Miguel looks down at you, eyes widening when he sees the deep, red gash in your arm that's begun to bleed. You shoot him a glare, then your attention turns to the oozing wound he's staring at.

You softly whimper, a shaky hand coming to stifle the blood flow, hissing again when Miguel grabs your forearm.

"Don't touch it." He says firmly. You pout cutely back at him and he can't help the corner of his mouth that turns upwards again. "Can the angry cat put their claws away for 5 minutes while I patch you up?"

And so, you twitched as you sat in front of him on the couch, a strangled growl escaping you each time his needle plunged through the ripped skin. Piecing you back little by little. He takes notice of your grumped expression and casually asks you some more questions, but not about why you came here today to wipe him out, trying to keep the conversation light so as not to set off your hair trigger temper once again.

You turn your nose up at him at first, then when he remarks that his co-workers don't understand what quiet mode means on his watch, proceeding to blow it up anyway so he had a million pointless memes to scroll through when he turned it off, you take that as invitation start opening up about your gripes with life in general.

How your landlord is a douche and likes to nickel and dime you for everything, how Nueva York's skyrocketing rent is a problem, how your cousin won't return your air fryer they keep borrowing, how adulthood sucks and that you ended up turning to a life of crime just to put food on the table and deal with your anger issues instead of going to therapy. How you, too, are done with everyone's shit.

Miguel listens, a faint trace of amusement trying to poke its way onto his face. You were definitely a criminal, but a misguided one. Maybe you could redirect your moral compass if you only had the right set of cards in front of you and the right person to steer you back. Miguel realizes he's letting his mind get ahead of him and tries to shake it off.

"So, you broke your butt?" You try not to snicker at the doctor's note you can't help but nosily read that's on his coffee table.

"Bruised coccyx." Miguel corrects, wincing as he shifts his position before he resumes stitching you up.

"Well, there's your problem, silly. You're not even using your donut they gave you."

Before he can protest, you reach across the couch, opening up the box for the prescription donut, noticing it's an inflatable. Miguel's expression softens as you take it out, slowly blowing it up for him while he continues stitching your arm. The longest glimpse he's gotten all throughout this strange encounter of this kind nature you had that you hid deep down.

He allows you to continue inflating it, while he pieces you back together in silence. Both turning your full attention to the new documentary that starts to play on his TV about genetics in cats. A topic that particularly piques your interest in light of your assassin moniker and costume choice, to his faint amusement.

At the conclusion of your stitches and his seating doughnut and fresh ice pack, you clear your throat, not exactly used to niceties given your rough reputation.

"So, uh, thanks for the stitches, Spidey." You pause. "I'm still supposed to kill you though."

Miguel chuckles, shifting his weight on his doughnut, the ache under much better control now thanks to your assistance. "Go right ahead."

He leans back, knowing damn well that attempt number two is going to have the same outcome as the first.

"Stop doing that." You grumble in humiliation, turned away with a sigh.

"What?" Miguel hums, still satisfied at your inability to do the job and in his rightful place on top.

"Stop making me like you."

Miguel pauses, unsure of what you mean. If you're even alluding to that, then he's gotta shut it down now. I mean, you did try and kill him. You're a criminal no matter how you slice it. He changes the subject away from what he really was about to say in response to your last statement.

"I still need to turn you into the police."

You slink away, heart a little stabbed at the humanity he showed you for the past hour or two, only to rip it away when you saw he truly just viewed you as a delinquent.

Instead of a victim of circumstance, just set on the wrong path with poor coping skills for the shitty hand you were dealt, leaping out of the window before he can stop you.

Miguel goes to yell "Wait!" but you're already well on your way, a brief glimpse of a shooting blur of black and white as you effortlessly glide away, a faint sense of admiration for you in his heart he knows that he's not going to forget all too easily.

His attention is turned to a strange piece of paper on his coffee table he didn't recognize before, lips turning into a smile when he sees your phone number scribbled across it.

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@1-900-venusluvs @thatone-writer

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Playing the blackjack minigame with Cain and I am fighting for my life and also starting to hate the number 10.

#aria rants #PLEASE! CAN YOU STOP! GIVING ME 10?!!?!?!?! ohmygod cain keeps getting blackjack wtf is his problem #i love you yet you hate me what is wrong with you #i get natural blackjack ONCE and now hes coming to get back what he lost to me. my 6k coins is depleting so fast #he got natural blackjack THRICE and managed a blackjack with 4 mf cards after i alrdy got 21over #hes rubbing salt to my wound. my unfilial adopted. STOP GIVING ME 10 WHO IS THIS DEALER BRO #im playing it sa-- OHMYGOD ANOTHER NATURAL BLACKJACK FOR CAIN????? ARE YOU SERIOUS #haha fuck you 21over thats what you GET. anyway what i was meant to say is that im playing it safe now by betting-- STOP #WITH. THE. 10S!!! i have mf 15 and the dealer gives 10 goddamn bro. as I WAS SAYING im playing safe by betting 200 coins #cuz the first time i did this-- ohmygod cain can you stop bullyingme HE KEEPS WINNING-- the first time i played-- STOP #WITH THE 10 OHMYGOD.... bro 13????? and you give me 10???? really????? AYYYEEE NATURAL BLACKJACK!!!#yyeeeeeessss i won the special stage too THANK YOU FINALLY 9K COINS-- what was i saying again #GODDAMMIT i swear for each of my natural blackjacks cain gets one too like cmon now-- ANYWAY #the first time i played i kept betting big and went broke cuz i got natural blackjack. went to special stage and THEN #cain got a NATURAL BLACKJACK ON THE SPECIAL STAGE so yea i lost all my coins so now im betting small cuz #cain is bullying me and i dont wanna go broke again. this minigame is so fun but also mean cuz cain is too lucky

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summoned pt1

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Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: Anonymous

Summary: After what could probably be the worst birthday of your life, a mysterious shadowy figure appears in your bedroom while you were sleeping.

Pairing: Incubus!Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: language; A+ parenting that would impress Odin; inaccurate summoning rituals; Loki feeling you up in your sleep [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: Loki's a sex demon, not a god in this one

Worst. Birthday. Ever.

You walked through your apartment grumbling those exact words as you finally toed off your cinching pumps and padded your feet over to the kitchen counter, placing the little cupcake you'd gotten for yourself as a pitiful excuse of a 'celebration' for today. A joke, really, considering what a colossal shit show the day had turned out to be.

First the printer had jammed, keeping you waiting in queue for over three hours just to complete the solitary task that was in your workload for today that kept you from ending your day earlier and hopefully finding a way to actually celebrate despite your entire family being too busy to even call for a simple "Happy Birthday, Y/N" greeting over FaceTime. Something about them all going out to celebrate your sister getting cast as an understudy to a secondary character in her school play.

And then to add salt to the wound, not even HR could bother to have invited you to the free lunch they arranged for this month's celebrants. They told you that it must have slipped their minds when they were orienting you.

"It didn't even cross your minds to double check when your total number of celebrants for the year didn't match your total number of employees?" you asked them, trying to keep your composure because, after all, you still needed this job to pay your goddamn bills.

"Honestly, Miss Y/L/N, we just thought that the system glitched. It was just off by one. We didn't think anything of it."

A glitch. That was what you were to this company. Hell, to your family as well. Barely even a blip on the radar. Just something they remember actually existed when everything else managed to go wrong in their lives.

Now here you were, sitting in your little one bedroom apartment in New York, alone and lonely on your 29th birthday, wondering how you could have lived your life so invisibly that nobody even noticed you'd somehow slipped so far between the cracks that you were collecting dust in a corner of the room that nobody could see, let alone reach. How could you have gone your entire life and you didn't even have someone to call when you wanted company?

How could you have been so alone that nobody would even think of you if they wanted company?

You decided there was no harm in making a wish for yourself as you searched for a lighter for the tiny candle to cap off the dismal start to the final year of your 20s. You took out a piece of paper and scribbled your wish, tears prickling in the back of your eyes as you penned the words.

Someone that makes me feel less alone.

You lit up the candle and held the paper to the flame, a tear escaping your eye as you whispered the words, "This is all I want." You watched as the tiny sheet became engulfed in flames, disappearing into ash floating around the air so quickly that your fingers didn't even have enough time to feel the fire licking across your skin.

"Happy Birthday, Y/N," you sighed, blowing out the candle. "Another banner year," you whispered sarcastically into the dark silence.

You went about the rest of your night in the shroud of darkness, making the split second decision to change into a black silk negligee that you'd been reserving to wear for when you finally had someone to spend the night with rather than just spend a fleeting half hour with before you ended up leaving their apartment because you just couldn't feel a connection.

Perhaps the time had come to accept that you weren't meant to have that type of connection. With anyone.

With that depressing thought taking over, you laid down in bed and allowed sleep to take you, letting your thoughts drift into nothingness as you focused on the dark and the quiet that surrounded you. The same dark and quiet that always surrounded you.

What you heard next might as well have shot ice straight through your veins. "Well…hello. Aren't you a pretty thing."

It's just a nightmare, you told yourself. Just squint your eyes really hard and you'll wake up.

You tried to squeeze your eyes as hard as you could, but you could still feel that you weren't quite alone, the faint touch of a hand ghosting over your body on top of your comforter, the husked voice humming in a sound that vaguely resembled satisfaction. "How fortunate of me to have been called to such an exquisite creature." You stilled as you felt a warm breath by your cheek, followed by the feel of a tongue tracing along the shell of your ear. "We're going to have such fun together."

When you felt the hand slide under your comforter, warm fingertips beginning to trace along the column of your neck, was when you finally found it in you to move. Perhaps if you couldn't squint your way awake, then you'd just have to jolt your body into waking by any means necessary.

The only thing was…you were awake. And in the darkness you could see the silhouette of a man with long hair hovering over you. You let out a scream so loud you were sure the roving guard in your building was about to break down your door for fear that you were getting slaughtered in your bedroom.

The shrill sound was enough to have the figure seem visibly taken aback that it gave you just enough leeway to push him off of you and propel yourself out of bed. "You have ten seconds to tell me who you are before I…I…" You fumbled around in your bedside drawer, not once taking your eyes off of the intruder's distractingly sculpted silhouette, and grasped the letter opener you kept inside. "Before I slash at you with this. Ten!"

"I have no need to explain myself. You summoned me."

"Keep telling yourself that, buddy. Nine!"

"Do you truly not recall summoning me, you beguiling little creature?"

"Creature??" you shrilled. "Alright that's it, you just knocked five seconds out. Four!"

"Alright wait, wait! If you truly do not recall then perhaps we can discuss this? Preferably without meager weapons," he said, holding his hands up in a show of surrender. You proceeded to shout Three, making him let out a sibilant exhale. "If you won't listen to reason, then perhaps I must make you listen."

In the next moment, the figure disappeared, thin wisps of smoke being the only indicator that there was even anything that once occupied the space he stood in.

You started to let out another shrill scream into your now empty bedroom, only for the sound to die in a muffled squeak as the intruder re-materialized right beside you, clamping a large hand over your mouth…and nearly half your face.

"Shhh little mortal, please. I'm not here to harm you." You could feel yourself relaxing into his almost tender hold on you as he whispered the words into your ear, your reaction leaving you both shocked and appalled at yourself. "I swear, I am simply here because I was summoned. To perform a purpose. If what you say is true and you truly do not recall, then perhaps we could find out together why I've been brought here?"

Well shit, when he puts it that way, I must be a complete nimrod to keep screaming, huh? you hissed sarcastically at yourself. Considering that his hand was still covering your mouth, you simply nodded your response slowly, allowing him to take the letter opener from you with his free hand.

"If I release you, do you promise not to scream?" You let out a long exhale through your nose, slowly nodding your answer again, relief beginning to flood your system as he pulled his hand away from you and you began to walk to turn on the lights in your bedroom.

"Look I don't know who you are or what you are or what the fuck you're doing in my home, but I can promise you, on my life, I didn't summon you," you started, already emotionally exhausted from the disappointment of the day combined with this bizarre encounter from…wherever this intruder came from, with his tricks and smoke and mirrors. When you flipped the switch and your bedroom became awash with a warm white glow, you finally got a good look at your unexpected visitor.

But now I definitely wish I did, you thought to yourself. He was…for lack of a better, more fitting word, beautiful. A face that seemed as if it was sculpted and perfected by the greatest artists history had ever known, and that same scrupulous attention to detail had been given to the rest of him, too.

You never did understand back then what the women in your office meant when they described a man as someone that looked "built for sex". But now…looking at the man who stood mere feet away from you? Now you understood them perfectly.

"How about we start with why you believe I summoned you to begin with? And maybe names?" You struggled to maintain eye contact with him as he tilted his head at you, angling his body in a way that suggested he was about to approach you again. "I'm Y/N. And you are…?" You extended your hand to shake, a gesture that honestly seemed so ridiculous considering what had just happened moments ago, and where you two were.

"I am Loki. Of the Incubi," he replied, taking your hand in his. However, instead of shaking it like you'd expected, he raised it to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, the action taking you by surprise right alongside the information he'd just revealed to you with those few words.

"Incubi? Sex demons?" you huffed out incredulously as you began to break into a fit of laughter, pulling your hand away from him. "Now I'm definitely sure you got your wires crossed somewhere. See, Loki, there's no fucking way that I summoned a sex demon. We can start with…I don't even know how."

Your laughter faded into a little squeak as you felt his fingers lightly grasping your chin, tilting your head so that he could take a good look at you. You began to squirm under his gaze as the moments ticked by. "I believe you," he breathed out, the disappointment visible on his face. "A shame. How I would have enjoyed being pleasure-bound to one as breathtaking as you."

His words rung with such an unapologetic honesty that it had you fighting back the heat rising in your cheeks…and swirling in your lower stomach. The way he moved his hand to cup your jaw, his thumb stroking your bottom lip, only worsened your already building desire for the man. No, not a man…demon. As if reminding yourself that he wasn't what he seemed was going to quell that fire; if anything, it might even make it worse, especially considering what kind of demon you were dealing with.

"Perhaps you unknowingly summoned me, then," he murmured, his face hovering so close to yours that you could feel his warm breath on your lips as he spoke. "Was there anything that you did tonight that was out of your regular routine? Perhaps that could lead us to…well, where we are now."

You moved out of his hold with an audible sigh. "Alright…well, I came home from work. It was my birthday, so I made a wish on the candle of my cupcake." You started walking out to the living room/dining area of your apartment, half-heartedly waving toward the space as if to say 'this is where that happened'.

"Quite curious…" he trailed off, walking to the kitchen counter and running two fingers across the surface, placing wholly inappropriate thoughts in your mind about what kind of devastation those sinfully, egregiously long digits could possibly wreak on your body. "And how did you make this…wish?"

You started walking around your living room, trying to retrace your steps since you came home from work earlier, up until you also reached the kitchen counter, trying not to focus too much on the feel of his hand now resting on your lower back, fingers loosely curved around your waist as if he was ready to pull you towards him at a moment's notice.

"I wrote it…on a piece of paper," you muttered, placing your hands on the countertop, willing your memory from a few short hours ago to return to you. "I said 'This is all I want', and then I burned it on the flame before I blew the candle out."

It barely registered to you that he'd moved so that he was standing directly behind you as you were recalling the events before you went to sleep, his hands now resting on either side of your waist, holding you loosely against him. "Hmm…there it is, then. Your wish that you set aflame, that is what summoned me." You fought against your instinctive urge to lean in to his touch and shudder at the way he was whispering in your ear, lips hovering so close that you could feel them ghosting over your skin as he spoke. "Tell me, darling, what did you wish for?"

A shuddering breath escaped you as you felt him move, tracing his nose down the column of your neck, ghosting his lips along the curve between your neck and shoulder, all the while whispering against your skin his soft-spoken command to tell you what you'd wished for that resulted in him being summoned to your home.

"I wished for someone that would make me feel less alone," you sighed your admission, your words barely audible as you fought against your urge to tear up again.

You felt Loki tense against you, maneuvering you so that you would turn and face him, a mix of confusion and concern rife on his devastatingly beautiful features. "I must admit, I'd never been summoned by a wish so…vestal." He reached up and proceeded to push locks of your hair away from your face, tucking the strands behind your ear. "Usually when I am summoned the wish is more…carnal in nature."

"Because sex demon…" you muttered, smirks tugging at the corners of your mouths.

"Indeed," he answered you, a low chuckle escaping him as he tucked his fingers under your chin, tilting your head to look up at him. "Your accidental summoning of me does not change the fact that I am now bound to you, darling mortal. I cannot leave you be until I've fulfilled your needs." A shiver ran through you at his words, worsening when he leaned down, hovering his face mere inches away from yours as his hand traveled down the length of your arm wrapping his fingers around your own hand. "Come with me then."

You chose not to move as he began to lead you through your apartment, standing still and causing him to look back at you when he was met with resistance at your joined hands. "Come with you where, exactly?"

"Back to your bedroom, of course."

"I thought I made it clear that--"

"We're not to go there so that I may bed you, darling," he cut you off with a knowing smirk. "Unless, of course, that would satisfy your needs. In which case I would be more than happy to oblige."

You felt your walls clenching around nothing at his suggestion, tempted beyond reason to take him up on his offer even though you knew that while there was no doubt that sex with someone literally made for it would be mind-blowing, the last thing you needed was another meaningless romp in bed. "Then why exactly are you bringing me back to my bedroom?"

"Your wish," he began, relaxing his hold on you and walking back to stand mere inches from you. "It was for companionship, was it not?" You nodded mutely, a squeak escaping you as you felt his hand at your side, his thumb gently stroking along your ribcage. "From what I've observed with your kind, to sleep alone when one yearns for companionship may be one of the most cripplingly lonely feelings you can experience. I was simply intending to hold you."

His words left you staring at him blankly, struggling to process his words. "Honestly I just thought you were gonna skulk around in the corner while I lived my life because that would be like zero effort for you, and it would still make me feel 'less alone'," you tried to joke, biting your tongue when you saw that he'd only responded by furrowing his brows at you.

"You are far too beautiful to be this guarded," he murmured, leaning closer to you that you could feel his warm breath at the bridge of your nose. "You deserve to have someone to hold you. You shouldn't have had to feel this lonely to begin with." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I apologize. It seems that I was all that the fates could give you."

The gesture took you off guard, the tears that you'd been fighting back since you got home from work finally escaping your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. You wrapped your fingers around his hand, squeezing lightly in a silent gesture that you were letting him lead you back to your bedroom. You couldn't form the words anymore.

When he had you settled in your bed once again, only this time gently cradled in his arms, a large hand stroking up and down your back as he began to lull you to sleep. "Sleep, beautiful little mortal. You need not be alone any longer," he whispered before pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Not if I can help it."

"I really don't understand why you would be upset over this, Y/N. You should be thankful for the sentiment behind it, not the timing. What's important is that we remembered eventually, isn't it?"

You rolled your eyes at your mother's condescending tone over the phone. You'd spent the entire drive back to your apartment from work listening to her justify herself for at least remembering to greet you happy birthday.

Only thing was that it had been an entire six months later. And now she was trying to guilt you into warmly accepting her half-hearted greeting of 'oh I completely forgot, Happy Birthday, sweetie', as if it held any merit now. "Honestly Audrey, how can you even forget your own daughter's birthday for six months? I mean if I were in your shoes I'd remember the anniversary of the days that an entire baby threatened to rip my vagina in half."

"Language, young lady! And how dare you call me by my own name, I am your mother! And you know that we were caught up in celebrating your sister's accomplishment with her school play. Becoming an understudy is a big deal you know."

"I haven't been a young lady for ages, and you haven't been my mother for just as long," you snapped back at her. "And even she was able to text me six fucking months ago apologizing on your behalf and greeting me herself. And how the fuck should I know how big of a deal it is to become an understudy I was too busy becoming the lead when I was still going to school. Last I checked you weren't even in the audience when that happened."

"You really should stop this nasty habit of making everything about you, dear."

You let out a frustrated scream in the hall, the sound prompting your apartment door to open, the sight of Loki stepping out the door clad in his version of "casual clothing" calming you significantly. 'What's wrong?' he mouthed at you, nodding in clear understanding when your only response to him was 'Mother'.

"Do you even fucking hear yourself?? You call me with a half-assed apology for forgetting your daughter's birthday sixmonths ago, and you expect me to just accept it with open arms going 'Of course Mommy I'm so happy you remembered it's the thought that counts'? And now that I'm calling you out on your A+ parenting at least where Stella's concerned since you just love coddling her and celebrating everything with her down to her fucking participation certificates, you're gonna have the balls to tell me that I should stop making this about me??"

The feel of Loki's hands on your shoulders, thumbs resting snugly between your shoulder blades, pressing and rubbing soothing circles in an attempt to mediate your temper, had you taking a deep breath before you went on.

"Audrey I don't want to hear from you ever again. Facts are…you haven't checked in on me since before I moved out of the house. You've pretty much mailed me everything that I left behind there so that you could tear down the wall and give Stella a fucking princess suite, so there isn't even a single trace of me in any square inch of that place she can freely call home.

"You haven't been a mother to me since Stella was born, let alone a mom, so you know what? We might as well cut ties now before I start saying shit that's really gonna hurt your precious fragile ego. Goodbye. Don't ever contact me again. I'm blocking your number, and if you even dare fucking show up on my doorstep I'll call the fucking cops on you. Have the life you deserve."

You felt the phone get taken out of your hand before he turned you around to pull you into a warm embrace. "Are you alright?"

"That felt really fucking good," you mumbled into his chest, starting to let out a hearty laugh as you wrapped your arms around him to return the hug. You lifted your head to look up at him, a smile stretching across your face as your eyes met his. "Hi."

"Hello, precious girl." A small traitorous giggle escaped you as he pressed a kiss between your brows. "Welcome home."

Your heart was doing somersaults at his words, your mind struggling to process them as he easily lifted you off your feet and walked you both into your apartment. Home. The word rolled so effortlessly off his tongue it placed the cruelest image in your head.

One where maybe Loki could stay in your life forever. One where maybe in the last six months of him providing you companionship, you weren't alone in your stupidity in falling in love with the sex demon.

That maybe said demon fell in love with you, too. And the blissful domestic atmosphere that surrounded you whenever you walked into your apartment wasn't just an illusion.

"I have a question," you spoke into the dark quiet of your bedroom when he held you that night, lulling you to sleep. You looked up from your head's position resting snugly on his shoulder, your breath audibly hitching as you saw how menacingly beautiful he looked when his features were illuminated by the moonlight and nothing else.

"Ask away, darling." You could feel your eyes growing heavy as he proceeded to stroke your hair, earning you a low chuckle from him.

"You don't sleep…"

"That is true, I don't."

"So what do you do while I'm asleep?" You brought out another chuckle from him as you fought back a yawn after asking your question.

"Count the hours until the sun rises and your infernal alarm begins to blare in our ears and pulls you out of your peaceful slumber. In those hours, I read something from your shelves occasionally. But mostly I would watch over you, wonder what it is you're dreaming about that brings out such raw reactions upon your face."

"Fuck you must be bored out your mind, I'm sorry," you murmured, feeling yourself sink deeper and deeper into sleep.

Your brows furrowed together at the feel of his fingers lightly grasping your chin. "Look at me, Sweetheart." Your eyes met his through your heavy-lidded gaze, a lazy smile tugging at the sides of your mouth as you looked into his darkened gaze. "That couldn't be farther from the truth. You could never bore me."

A violent fluttering erupted in your stomach as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, a mix between a sigh and a satisfied hum escaping him as he kissed you.

"Never," he insisted before pressing one final kiss to your lips. "Now go to sleep, darling."

"Mmph…thank you, Loki."

"What ever for?"

"For making me feel less alone."

Those last words you uttered before sleep finally took you echoed in Loki's ears like ominous drums that signaled a death march. Each time the words came back, the sound would grow louder, beginning to thump against his chest as if his heart was rushing to give out.

He'd forgotten that it could even do that.

For so long it had taken on this slow, almost snaillike pace that he could have sworn it stopped beating eons ago. It was only that first night, as he held you in his arms, that he could begin to feel the echoes of a pulse once more.

Now those echoes were more than prominent, each thump inside of him signaling that now that you said those words, his time with you was about to come to a screeching halt.

He dreaded how it would happen. Would he simply be summoned to another's bed, simply to resume the process of meaningless trysts with sleeping women that craved nothing more than to be fucked into a stupor that more often than not led to permanent and unfavorable side effects on their part?

Would he be called back to Lilith's domain? To face an admonishment for taking so long on this particular assignment when he could have ended your plight so much more quickly and efficiently?

Would he even be able to say goodbye to you? Could he even bear it to see the look on your face if he did?

"Take it back," he pleaded softly at your sleeping form, desperation lacing every word. "Please. I don't want to leave you, Y/N. Take it back." He held you tighter against him, pressing kiss after kiss to your skin as he kept on begging you take the words back. "I can't bear to leave you, sweet girl. I love you too much for that."

A/N: Okay so I took quite a few liberties with the request but I hope you like it, Anon! There's going to be a part 2 to this because I want to give them a happy (and smutty) ending.

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yuhzz · 1 year

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hey bestie~ - h.yj x fem!reader

summary: surely it's no longer considered a "bestie type of thing" if her face is near yours and you're inside her bedroom with the lights off, right?

warning: fluff. just pure fluff. (no angst this time promise) and swearing.

word count: 2.2k words

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yunjin sure is acting weird today. i mean- she usually is weird most of the time, most especially around you, but today she's too weird-er? is that even possible?

"yah! kim y/n! jebal! just help me!" yunjin clung to your arms.

"no! i already told you no, huh yunjin!" you exclaimed and removed her arms from yours. "come on! i need to pass grade 10! will you really let me fail?" she pouted.

"it's your research, yunjin-ah so it's your fault"

"seriously? you gotta help me on this one! you know i've been too busy this week that's why i wasn't able to do that goddamn research!" yunjin complained.

"again, ain't my problem" you shrugged.

she sighed. "you won't really help me?"

"nope"

she grumbled, her shoulders slouching when she realized that there was no other choice but to take out the big guns. "if you don't help me...i will tell auntie about you snatching away 10 dollars inside her wallet" what fell out of her mouth was enough to make you whip your head toward her.

she smirked.

"don't you dare," you warned.

"oh, i certainly would dare" she cackled. "i wonder what her reaction will be? hm, let's see. you can get grounded, no allowance for a month, and- oh no! you will have to say goodbye to your phone for how long?" she walked toward you with a mischievous glint in her eye.

you gritted your teeth and sighed.

"i hate you"

she cheered when you said those words.

looks like yunjin won once again against you.

"good thing you agreed 'cause i really planned on telling your mom about it"

"stop putting salt in wounds yunjin. let's just get your research over with" you shook your head.

"alrighty! let's meet later, after school. we'll finish it in my house" she beamed.

"gotcha" you nodded.

after that, you both attended your respectful classes.

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“y/n!” yunjin shouted from across the hallway when she saw you step out of your classroom.

hearing her voice, your head turned towards her direction - a subtle smile creeping up your face. she waved her hands at you. you waved back at her.

seeing how she hopped to you, a mischievous plan crossed your head. you started walking away in haste.

“oh! yah! where are you going?!” she shouted, now running after you. you laughed when you noticed her desperation to catch you and ran faster.

“catch me first before I help you!” you giggled.

“just get your ass back here kim y/n!”

“no!”

eventually, both of you reached the school’s huge field - where you continued to run after each other.

“wait! i’m tired!” she exclaimed and fell on the grassy floor - her whole body aching in exhaustion.

“pfft. weak!” you laughed.

“oh, stop that! you know I ain't good with this shit” she sighed.

“I know, I know. I was just messing with ya” You sat down beside her. she smiled. yunjin sat up and leaned against you. “you’re lucky you’re my best friend and I like you”

you frowned.

and yunjin noticed.

“yuck, like someone else, please. you bring bad luck to me” you joked and looked away. she subtly smiled and looked the other way.

“let’s go?” she asked you. “sure”

both of you stood up and before walking away to her house, she held your hands and put it inside her coat’s pocket. you raised your eyebrows and looked at her confused.

she noticed your eyes and looked at you. “i’m cold, okay?” she defended. you giggled. “then wear this” you offered her the pair of your winter glove.

“what? no, i’m good with just holding your hands” she refused. “just take it, will you?” but you still insisted. yunjin sighed and took it. “thanks” she murmured.

“good, now we’re both wearing a glove.” you shrugged and looked forward. a light tint of blush dyed yunjin’s face.

and she didn't know if it was because of the cold, or because of you.

just 2 minutes of walking later, you’ve finally arrived at her house. thankfully, her place was just nearby.

“nice to see you again, mrs. huh!” you greeted as soon as you saw her in the living room. “Oh! y/n! you’re back here!” she exclaimed and ran towards you. “were you cold? are you hungry? you must be. it’s too cold outside” she asked you, worried.

“no, she isn’t, eomma! besides she’s here to help me with a project so you can’t take her away until we’re done”

mrs. huh sighed sadly. “alright then. looks like our knitting lessons will have to wait.”

i matched her mood and said, "see you later, mrs. huh".

yunjin took you upstairs to her room. "let's get started so that we can finish early and that i won't have to sleep next to you again" she said and gathered the things you needed for her research.

"ouch?" you mumbled.

you roamed the room first - letting yunjin finish what she was doing.

"by the way, yunjin, how many chapters have you finished with the research?" you asked her.

"why?"

"just to determine how much and how ragged our time will be while working on this. you know? for a heads up." you shrugged and looked at her before sitting down on her bed.

"oh. well, i've finished chap 1 and chap 2 and i'm clueless as to what i should do in chap 3" she sighed.

"welp, you're screwed"

"don't you think i know that already? that's the sole reason why i literally begged for your help"

you chuckled. "you should be thankful that i pity you"

she scoffed "excuse me?"

"i'm just kidding, sorry" you raised your hands. yunjin shook her head. "alright, i'm done. get your ass here right now 'cause i want to finish fast"

"aye aye captain" you joked and walked towards her. "sit down" she patted the empty space beside her. you sat down.

"let me check your first two chapters before we do anything else"

"what? why?" she furrowed her eyebrows. "i want to check just in case you did something incorrect" you mumbled.

"are you telling me i'm wrong???"

"far from that, huh yunjin"

"hell no. you don't get to tell me i'm wrong because i'm always right!"

"you were the one who said you needed my help! just show me those two chapters and I'll check them. if nothing's wrong, we'll move on to chap 3 immediately"

"tsk" she irked.

"yah, don't you 'tsk' me! i'm only doing my best to help you!"

"here" she grumbled and showed you the document where her chapter 1: introduction, and chapter 2: review of related literature, were located.

"okay, chap 1's good but we'll add more and revise it later if we finish early." you murmured while scrolling down the docs.

however, when you reached chap 2, you bursted laughing.

"pfft- this is your chapter 2???" you asked and held your stomach from laughing too hard. "eh? what's wrong with it?" she blinked.

you continued laughing "i- i- holy crap!". "oh, just get on with it bish!" she slapped your arms.

"okay! okay! look, what you did was wrong. the rrl's not supposed to be written this way. you're gonna have to remove this and make each paragraph longer, and then you need to insert the links in between but the font, and font size must be neutral-" realizing how there's so much that needed to be fixed and done, you've decided to just start over again.

"ok you know what? we're going to start over. we're going back to stage 1. back to 0" you sighed and removed all text in the docs except for the links.

"what? wh- why?! why~?!" she cried out.

"because everything you did was wrong"

"b-but i'm never wrong!"

"and yet you made a lot of mistakes with your paper."

"curse you, y/n"

"love you too now let's begin correcting your mistakes because i bet we're not going to sleep a wink tonight"

yunjin sighed. "fine"

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"damn. how are you finishing these chapters with so much ease?" yunjin asked you and placed her chin on her hands - observing you do your work.

"well, a ton of other students have already asked me for help with their research which certainly not makes you the first one." you shrugged. "so i know several ways to make my life easier when making these"

"wow...just...wow" she uttered.

you chuckled. "now, if will you, stop straying off topic and continue with what i assigned you to do"

"yes ma'am"

yunjin focused on her task again.

"can we take a short break though?" she looked back at you.

"no"

"noted" she frowned and looked down.

she was sapped, and you knew it - heck, you even feel the same. but knowing that you have to finish this tonight, since tomorrow's the deadline, both of you should refrain from taking breaks.

it was the only way to save yunjin from failing grade 10.

"gosh, my head won't cooperate with me right now" yunjin grumbled.

but seeing how your best friend's struggling right now - ok maybe a small break wouldn't hurt.

"let's rest for a bit," you said, closed the laptop, and patted her hands.

yunjin's eyes shone in excitement, "wah, really?". you nodded and stood up. "just 10 minutes," you said and lay on her bed.

you spread your arms out and sighed comfortably.

yunjin giggled at you. standing up, she made her way to you and lay down beside you.

she placed her head on top of your arms and hugged you tight. "y/n-ah" she started.

"hm?" you hummed with your eyes closed.

"thank you," she said. you smiled. "anything for you, yunjin-ah" you mumbled.

feeling how comfy you two are right now, laying down on her bed, made it hard to stand up again and continue her research 10 minutes later.

so yunjin took the liberty to get up and close the lights. she walked back to you and got a pillow and a blanket before laying down in your arms again.

you felt her hands go below your head and raise it and then slipped a pillow under. after letting go of your head, she made herself cozy in your arms and began hugging you again.

noticing that she didn't have a pillow for her, you asked "where's your pillow?"

"right beside me"

you chuckled and turned your body to her. you hugged her back.

"didn't know our friendship reached the point where cuddles don't seem so hard to do now" she mumbled.

you laughed melodiously. "didn't know you didn't stink up close".

"yah, why can't we just have a single normal conversation? every single time i throw in a compliment, you do the complete opposite" she complained.

"sometimes it's vice versa" you beckoned.

"see? you're doing it again"

"no, i am not"

"yes, you were"

"i don't want to argue so let's just say i did"

"good"

you shared a few minutes of silence. "shouldn't we continue your paper?" you asked.

"that can wait. i'm supposed to submit it online anyway and the deadline's 11:59 pm tomorrow so it can delay. i wanna sleep" yunjin groggily spoke.

"okay" you muttered.

yunjin started snuggling closer to you and burying her head deep in your neck.

your breath hitched.

"your body's too tense. soften up, i can't hug you properly" she whined.

you gulped and obliged.

"yunjin-ah" you trembled.

"what?"

"are we...are we really just friends?" you questioned and she remained silent for a little bit - probably thinking if your question was another joke of yours or not.

"what's with the sudden question?"

"oh, just answer it yunjin"

"well, we're not just friends, aren't we? we're best friends" so answering it safely would save her from assuming and having her heart broken.

you scoffed. "you know what i'm talking about, jin"

she frowned. "then i need you to look at me before answering your question" you did as you were told.

"now, look me in the eye and tell me honestly if you see me as more than just a best friend"

"but what if you are more than just a friend to me" you sat up, making her do so too.

"would you feel the same way i do?" you asked. "it's only a what-if question though" you added.

"would you like to find out my answer then?" she murmured in an alluring way - slowly leaning in, making your heart race at an uncontrollable pace.

you could feel her hot breath against your face, her body slowly leaning towards yours - the dark room surely is getting hotter.

or is it just you?

"y-yunjin" you stuttered.

"do you want to find out, y/n?" she asked you, her lips gently grazing against yours.

"i..." you gulped.

but of course, yunjin's mother had to interrupt.

"girls! dinner is ready!"

"looks like we're gonna have to continue this another time" yunjin joked and got off you.

dumbfounded, you stood up after her and followed her downstairs. at the end of the stairs, she held your hands and took you toward the kitchen.

she gave you one last cheeky smile before she started eating.

huh.

looks like you are going to continue this next time.

meaning by next time...maybe later?

for sure the research can wait.

yeah.

the research will definitely have to wait.

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