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mechaknight-98 · 1 month

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Instinctive insight (NSFW) FT Chaehyun

Authors note: I am unsure of a preface so here goes. Chaehyun buys a zoo where the narrator (you) work and hijnks ensue

PartII

Sexual chemistry is a weird thing. First, you're minding your business as a zookeeper when the new owner comes in and next thing you know you have her folded like a pretzel calling you daddy as she takes a hot load into her pussy then the next thing you know you're helping said new boss run the zoo better like the two of you didn't just fuck each other brains out. Oh shit… I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning

As I worked on next week’s schedule at the zoo, my coworker and friend, Zahir, strolled in with an air of excitement.

“Hey, Dino. Heard about the new boss?” he asked, brimming with curiosity.

“Yeah, I heard she's the new owner, taking over from Old McDonald,” I replied, my tone neutral.

“E I E I Oh,” Zahir quipped, a familiar inside joke that never failed to elicit a chuckle.

Curiosity piqued, I inquired, “What's the new boss like?”

“She's a Korean girl, a former idol,” Zahir revealed.

“Really? That's unexpected,” I remarked, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

“Yeah, quite the change. She's due to arrive in an hour or two. You're probably the best bet to understand her. Could you stay to interpret?” Zahir requested, his eyes hopeful.

“Hmm, I'm not sure. I was planning to spend time with Tony today. Haven't had the chance since the promotion,” I explained, feeling torn.

“Fair enough. But what about Alucard?” Zahir countered.

“Alucard's always my priority at the start of each shift, given his popularity,” I assured him.

“True, he's practically your trademark here. By the way, did you get taller?” Zahir teased, noticing a change.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn't,” I replied cryptically, leaving the question unanswered.

After successfully arranging for Zahir to cover Marie’s shift next Thursday, I completed the schedule. With that task done, I made my way to Tony’s enclosure, treading cautiously as always.

“Hey buddy, sorry I haven't been around. How are you?” I greeted him, though his silence conveyed more than words ever could.

His gaze, concealed beneath armored scales, seemed to communicate, “You always make sure to take care of Alucard.”

“Well, he may be popular, but I'm here now, aren't I?” I replied, preparing his food.

His head tilted inquisitively, silently questioning my sincerity.

“Yeah, really,” I affirmed.

Now, you might be wondering why I'm conversing with a Magnamalo. It all goes back to my early days at Old McDonald's Zoo. Each hire was entrusted with caring for an egg and a baby animal. I was given Tony, and over the years, we formed an unbreakable bond.

Currently, Tony is undergoing his transformation into a scorned Magnamalo in preparation for finding a mate. This meant heightened aggression and physical changes.

After spending a couple of hours with Tony, I sat on a nearby rock, feeling a sense of tranquility despite his imposing presence. As I finished up and secured the enclosure, a voice startled me.

“So, you're the illustrious Dinovaldo,” the voice said, catching me off guard. I turned to find a young Korean woman standing before me, likely the new boss. Surprisingly young, perhaps even younger than me, she exuded confidence beyond her years. Her round face framed by soft brown eyes and shoulder-length hair added to her allure.

Normally, I'm a sucker for a pretty face, but inexplicably, a surge of unfamiliar emotions washed over me, leading me to behave rudely. “I didn't expect you to be dressed so... casually,” I retorted, though her attire was perfectly appropriate.

She smirked, seemingly relishing the tension, and took a step closer. “For someone known for thoughtfulness and consideration, you're quite the jerk,” she remarked, her voice tinged with amusement.

I matched her proximity, a malicious smile playing on my lips as I felt a strange tension building between us. “Maybe if you weren't such an eyesore, it wouldn't be an issue,” I snapped, though secretly acknowledging her undeniable attractiveness.

“Well, what are you going to do about it, Daddy?” she challenged, our closeness heightening the tension until we both yielded to other, more primal feelings, breaking the touch barrier simultaneously. We found each other in a fiery kiss that consumed us both. My hands found themselves wrapped around her midriff and as my fingers sank into her soft flesh she moaned into the kiss. We broke it and all of the animosity we shared mutated into a virulent lust and desire. Wordlessly we go to a nearby employee shack used for helping the animals give birth and continue pursuing our bodies’ desires. I kiss her again and she melts into the kiss. I run my hands through her hair. The softness of her midriff pushes me to continue my exploration of her body. I slid my arms down to her ass, I grab her right leg and lift it as she wraps it around my waist

“How forward. I love it Daddy!” the woman says. I smile at her. Her eyes scream encouragement for me to continue so I do. I unbuckle my pants and pull my erect dick out.

“You are so soft I'm going to call you Marshmallow,” I say as I fiddle with her skirt before moving her panties to the side and plunging my sex into hers.

“Oh god yes Daddy,” Marshmallow says Euphoric. I was going to move until she said.

“No, give me a second to adjust,” Marshmallow says panting. While waiting I go back into kissing her which Marshmallow greedily accepts. She smells like a wildfire and it drives me wild. When the need for oxygen overrides our need to breed we break the kiss again. “Okay go,” Marshmallow says and I take off. I begin to pull out but her vagina sucks me in further. It's perfectly accommodating and welcoming. As barely get halfway out Marshmallow screams

“Ram it back in Daddy!” being the good daddy I was. I give her what she wants. She moans as her pussy sucks me in almost vacuum tight. Her nails dig into my neck as I thrust and a puddle of our combined juices lay beneath us as we continue. I look into her eyes and we see each other in a new light.

I cup her sizable bust as I whisper into her ear, “Do you want to cum?” Marshmallow nods

“Are you close?” I ask and am answered with another nod. I pick up the pace and begin to play with her clit. Marshmallow moans I feel her other leg wrap around me I smile into another kiss as the heat between us intensifies.

“Does daddy like my pussy?” Marshmallow said as her voice hitched

“Yes, I love the way it sucks me in as it never wants me to leave,” I say to a euphoric Marshmallow

“Well, it's true I don't want you to leave my pussy. I could duck this perfect cock all day and night.” Marshmallow moaned.

“God you're so hot,” I say to her breathless. “This soft body is perfect,” I say.

Marshmallow’s walls tighten and I realize she likes the body appreciation. So I try something to push her over the edge. I continue my thrusts in and out of Marshmallow as I begin praising her body like crazy.

“I love this tummy it's so soft and pillow. I just want to hug you and keep you close forever. These tits divine the perfect size to grope and squeeze.” I moan into her ear. I hear Marshmallow scream before she reaches her release. Her pussy becomes unbearable tight and forces mine

“Cum with me. Cum in me.” Marshmallow moans. Her words send me fully over the edge and I fall into the abyss with her. I shoot string after string of hot semen into her fertile pussy and she seemingly milks me for more and more as her orgasm intensifies. As our gazes lock, a strange sensation envelops me, stirring within like a tempest. We hold each other's stare, the air crackling with an inexplicable intensity. A wave of possessiveness washes over me, consuming my senses, and I can sense the same emotion reflected in her eyes, a silent acknowledgment. We are bonded and no one else would satisfy us.

After our copulation, We stand there, our intense gaze softened by the passage of time, yet the undercurrent of possessiveness only seems to strengthen. Eventually, we settle into new seats, and Marshmallow finds her way onto my lap.

“So, Marshmallow, huh?” she remarks playfully.

“Yeah, what about it?” I respond with equal playfulness.

“I like it, but my name is Chaehyun,” she reveals.

“Noted. I'll make an effort to use your real name in public,” I promise.

“Why hide your affection behind a nickname?” she teases.

“Not ashamed, just protecting our little secret,” I assure her, my fingers gently tracing through her hair.

“It's too late for secrecy now, Daddy,” she teases back.

“So, does this mean we're officially together?” I ask a hint of confusion in my tone.

“I think we are past that. I mean you did just cum what feels like a gallon in me.” Marshmallow teases

“Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I have no idea what came over me.” I apologize

“You're fine. If I didn't want it, I would've stopped you. Besides, it was reassuring because I felt a surge of emotions when meeting you too,” Marshmallow says, her tone adorable.

“Okay. So, what's next? Because I'm technically off the clock. Should we grab lunch?” I inquired, my mind swirling with conflicting feelings.

Marshmallow beams. “I'd love to,” she replies gratefully. I nod, but then the reality of the situation hits me.

I begin to scramble around the room. “Wait, let me tidy up first,” I insist, hastily organizing everything and dusting Marshmallow off. I can sense her smile as she watches me work. Once finished, I turn to her.

“Why does it look better than when we came in?” Marshmallow remarks with a smile, perching herself on a table, her feet dangling adorably.

“I know how it's supposed to look, and I know how to make it that way, no matter what,” I explain. Marshmallow nods before gracefully sliding off the table with my assistance.

“What a gentleman,” she teases.

“Well, I try,” I respond, eliciting another smile from Marshmallow.

We slip out of the zoo unnoticed and head to a nearby steakhouse. We get seated and order our drinks. Marshmallow’s hand slips into mine and fits perfectly as we continue to feel each other out.

“So, I heard you raised the Zoo’s only male Magnamalo from birth,” Marshmallow brings up as we settle in our seats and receive our drinks. I nod.

“Yeah, Tony and I have been together since I was 16 when Old McDonald hired me.”

“So, you've been at the zoo for 10 years,” Marshmallow concludes, smiling warmly at me. Our drinks arrive, and Marshmallow's face lights up even more after taking her first sip, mirroring my own enjoyment. As she sets her drink down, her expression shifts to one of intense focus.

“You know, Old McDonald…” Marshmallow begins.

“E I E I Oh,” I interject, prompting a chuckle from Marshmallow.

“What was that?” Marshmallow asks, amusement evident in her tone.

“Just a reflex from an old inside joke,” I reply, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Marshmallow squeezes my hand, her touch radiating tenderness and care, melting away my defenses. I can't help but smile goofily in response.

“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted,” Marshmallow teases, her eyes sparkling with affection. I playfully kiss her cheek, earning a happy smile in return. “The previous zoo owner relied on you for almost everything. Can I?” she continues, her eyes bright with curiosity.

“Sure, but first, I have some requests,” I respond.

“Oh, and what might those be?” Marshmallow inquires.

“Well, I know you're not just a former K-pop idol but also a renowned megafauna researcher with an impressive list of achievements. While I may not have the same level of expertise, I've raised or helped raise almost all the animals in the zoo, especially our big-ticket boy, Alucard.”

“Another one of your naming conventions?” Marshmallow teases with a smirk. I nod before continuing.

“I need you to trust my expertise with them, and please refrain from belittling me or flaunting your credentials. Given how our bodies reacted today, I'm not sure what might happen if things become confrontational. I'm open to constructive discussion, but if it turns into a challenge, I'll stand my ground firmly,” I explain, adopting a serious tone to convey the gravity of my request.

Marshmallow's smile widens. “You understand!” she exclaims excitedly, leaving me momentarily puzzled.

“Understand what?” I inquire.

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wheels-of-despair · 6 months

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Enough | A Make Up Story | Tom Grant x You | Series Masterlist

Chapter 9: I Can't Take Much More of This Words: 1.8k

"Well that doesn't sound good," you laugh, wiping the tears from your eyes. Jade smiles and does the same. "Shall we go break this up?"

You start toward the door again, but she catches you in another hug. You close your eyes and squeeze like this is the last time you'll ever hold her. It is. And then the screaming match outside gets louder, and you pull yourselves apart and make a mad dash for the door.

"TOM!" Ruth shouts from the deck, standing with her fists clenched. Tom stomps past you with a beet-red face, glaring at the ground.

"Uh, I'm gonna go," you gesture toward Tom's back.

"Have you been with him the whole time?" Jade asks curiously, her brow furrowed.

"Tom had a pretty shitty Friday night as well," you say with a glance at Ruth's approaching frame. Jade at least has the decency to look embarrassed. "Bye, Jade. Ruth." You nod your head at her and turn to follow Tom.

He's still in sight when you step back onto the trail. You speed up just a bit, to make sure he doesn't try to steal your shark idea, but don't get too close. You'll linger outside and give him a few minutes to cool down when you get back to his van.

Tom comes to an abrupt stop in the path ahead. You see his shoulders tense and his fists clench, and then he launches himself to the side and out of sight. What the hell?

You hurry toward the place where Tom disappeared, hearing grunts and thumps as you get closer. You find Tom and Kai rolling on the ground, punching any part of each other they can land a hit on. You stand and watch for a moment, not sure what to do. Are you supposed to try to break this up? You can't even tell who's winning.

"Alright children, that's enough," you call from the side, hoping to shame them into stopping. Kai wrestles Tom off of him, slams his back to the ground, and lands a punch to his face. Tom's nose starts gushing blood. Kai's hand wraps around his neck, and he pulls his fist back to ready for another hit.

You're not even aware of making the decision to physically intervene, but your body seemingly sails through the air of its own accord. Your shoulder catches Kai's, and sends you both tumbling into a heap.

And then he comes after you.

"You fucking whore!" he roars, reaching for you. You scramble backward on the ground, but just as you think he's about to pound you to a pulp, he's jerked away. Kyle had showed up, and he and Tom had each grabbed a leg and pulled the big bastard away from you.

Kai leaps to his feet, and another screaming match ensues. You made out the words "talking shit" from Tom, a "what the fuck" or two from Kyle, and a "fucking fired" from Kai. You sit there, in the dirt, stunned. What the fuck just happened?

When they've all shouted themselves hoarse, Kyle shoves Kai in the other direction, and Tom comes to you and offers you a hand. You let him help you up off the ground, then instinctively reach for his face. He shies away.

"Are you alright?" you ask quietly.

"M'fine. Let's go home."

You follow Tom home, not uttering a word until you're safely inside the caravan with the door locked.

"Where's your first aid kit?" you ask softly.

"Bathroom," he grumbles, leaning over the kitchen sink to wash his face.

You go to fetch the little white box from the tiny cabinet beneath the sink, and come back to find Tom drying his face on a dish towel.

"I can do it," he says, reaching for the supplies. You pull it back.

"Just because you can doesn't mean you will. Sit down."

Tom drops the towel on the counter and stomps into the living room, aggressively plopping into his favorite spot. You follow him calmly with the first aid kit, opening it on the table and pulling out the things you'd need. Slowly, to give him a chance to cool down before you start poking and prodding at him.

He's quiet while you work. He sits there obediently, letting you hold his chin still while you clean his cuts, without so much as a hiss. When you finish, you gently take his face in your hands and make him look up at you.

"Are you alright, Tom?"

You expected him to say that he was fine, or not to worry about him, or try to turn the tables on you. What you did not expect was for him to wrap his arms around your waist and press his battered face against your stomach.

You instinctively hold him closer to you. One hand rests between his shoulder blades, the other embeds itself in his hair. He stays that way for a few minutes, letting you hold him. You don't mind the contact all, you'd just like some kind of confirmation that he's okay.

When he finally releases his hold, you drop to your knees in front of him. "Are you alright?" you ask again, looking up at him, placing your hands on his shoulders.

He lurches forward without warning, capturing your mouth in a kiss.

By the time you realize what's happening, he's pulled away.

"I'm sorry." His pupils are blown, and his chest is heaving.

And you want more.

"Don't be," you breathe.

His dark eyes dart to your lips. "Are you sure?"

"Are you?" you counter.

His mouth twists into a wicked grin, then comes down to meet yours again, softer than before. This time, you're able to reciprocate.

Tom's rough hands cradle your face, and yours tangle in his hair. You've never felt anything like this before. You can't get enough. You can't be close enough.

He starts to lean back, and you chase the kiss. His hands grip your hips, pulling you toward him. You crawl onto the sofa, straddling his lap, never breaking the kiss. His hands dip under the hem of your shirt, sliding across your back. The feeling of his fingers drifting over your bare skin sends electrical currents through you. You feel alive.

And then you feel something else between you.

You shift your attention from his mouth to his neck, sucking lightly and reveling in the taste of him. He moans, and vibration nearly drives you over the edge. Your hips grind against him in response, and his breath catches.

"Wait," he breathes. Oh god, did you take it too far? You lean back and look at him, filling with fear.

"Are you sure you want me?" he asks softly, biting his lip.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Tom lets out a relieved laugh. His arms circle you and pull you back down to him, and this time, it's your neck that's under attack. His lips turn your legs to jelly; you cling to him with your arms, relying on him to keep you from falling over. He nips at your earlobe, and you whimper.

"Fuck," he whispers, pulling away and shifting uncomfortably beneath you. "I can't take much more of this."

"Then don't."

His eyes flash. "In my wallet."

You back off of him awkwardly, struggling to stand from your straddling position with weakened legs, but you make it work. You kick your shoes and jeans off while he fumbles with the condom. When he's ready, he holds out his arms to you, and you crawl back onto his lap and kiss him again.

You can really feel him now.

His hands find their way to your ass, and he gives you a light squeeze. You roll your hips into him, and his grip tightens as he pulls you closer. His hands slide from your ass to your inner thighs, rubbing his thumbs in circles just a little too far away from where you need him.

You take his hand and put it where you want it, and he forgets how to kiss for a few seconds. You smile into his mouth and wait for him to catch up.

He does. Oh, fuck, he does. He's got a beautiful rhythm going down below, and you can feel yourself getting close already. But that's not how you want it to end. Not this time. You move his hands back to your hips. You reach down and close your hand around his length, and he stops breathing. You look into his frantic eyes, and he licks his lips hungrily. You slide your panties to the side, shift slightly, and sink down onto him.

Tom's head forward comes to rest in the crook of your neck, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders. His circle your lower back, holding you tightly to him. You stay just like that for a moment, just adjusting to the feel of each other, and then he begins to relax. He looks up at you with those beautiful brown eyes, silently begging for what you both want.

You begin moving your hips slowly, and his hands return to your ass. He holds on for dear life, squeezing as you increase your speed. You can't decide if you want to keep staring into his brown orbs or have another go at his neck, but he closes his eyes, making your decision for you. You lean forward and start sucking at the side of his neck, in the spot where the vein had been pulsating violently just a little while ago, and he comes undone almost instantly. His fingers dig into your flesh, and a moan erupts from his throat. The sound sends you over the edge with him.

When his body begins to come down, he collapses further into the sofa. You let your head rest on his shoulder, not having the energy to move any of your own limbs yet.

Eventually, he shifts, and you feel him slide out of you. You move yourself from his lap to his side. Instead of relaxing with you, Tom gets up without making eye contact and goes to dispose of the condom. He drops it into the bin and keeps walking toward the bedroom.

Oh god, you've made it weird, what the fuck are you supposed to do now? You're literally living with the guy! You've known him for four fucking days! He's not ready for this! What the fuck are you doing?! You stand up quickly and begin putting your jeans back on, bracing yourself for the awkwardness to come.

"What are you doing that for?"

You turn in surprise, jeans still unbuttoned.

You look from Tom's puzzled face, to the box of condoms in his hand, and then burst out laughing. He blushes furiously, starts stammering, and throws the box back into the bedroom and out of sight.

"Oh fuck, I'm sorry, I completely misread, I shouldn't have--"

You grab his collar and swallow whatever nonsense he was going to spout next as you push him back towards the bed.

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space-mermaid-writing · 1 year

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A mission gone wrong [IronStrange]

Request by @puppi-sonnenschein : >I am also a lover of whumpy situations. If you are comfortable with writing stuff like this I would love to read about Stephen being all bad ass Sorcerer Supreme and maybe overdoing it a little? Maybe he is hiding an injury and only Tony is noticing something is amiss because all the other Avengers just think of Stephen as arrogant?<

Ko-fi | Masterlist | Word count: 1.1k | Part 2

Tags: Pre-IronStrange, bamf Stephen, Hurt Stephen, Tony is there to catch him

Author’s note: I’m slowly working my way through the requests. This one was fun to write, even though it took me two or three tries before I was satisfied with the result.

A mission gone wrong

It was a disaster.

What seemed to be a simple mission got completely out of control.

Tony dodged an energy beam, counterattacked it with a blast of his own. His suit was missing nanobots that were destroyed in the fight; parts of his shoulder and arm were exposed. He was too focused on the fight, but Friday had mentioned some scratches and a laceration on his head.

The rest of the team looked similarly battered.

These guys were enhanced, wielding some kind of force powers and wearing tech gear that came straight out of a cyberpunk movie. Friday had started analyzing their every move as soon as Tony arrived on the battlefield, but she had not yet figured out the origin of their powers. All they knew was that these guys were strong and very aggressive.

Someone jumped on his back and Tony cursed. The extra weight wasn't a problem – his suit could hold it – but his opponent tried to peel him like a canned sardine. Not cool. Especially since they were also partially successful with their metal claws. Albeit slowly. A code red appeared on Tony’s screen. “Yes, I noticed, Friday. Thanks.”

He tried to shake off his opponent, but his back repulsors were out of order.

“I could need some help,” Natasha asked via comm.

“I’m quite busy over here.”

“Give me a minute.”

Tony crashed backwards into a house wall, throwing off his unwanted passenger – and giving himself a few bruises in the process.

Friday brought Natasha’s position up on the screen. Peter was already swinging her way.

Still, there was no time to catch his breath, because the next moment he was under fire from two opponents at once. He threw his shields into the air.

That was it.

“Fri, call backup!”

“All available Avengers are on deck.”

“Then call someone else.”

Tony used his shield to get in front of his opponents and blasted him off his feet. A brief hand to hand combat ensued before he knocked them out for good.

The engineer spun around just in time and raised his arms protectively in front of him as a car was thrown at him.

Rude.

He was thrown on his back from the weight alone – with the car on his chest. The thrower jumped on top of the car and pushed against him. These people were insane.

Friday’s sensor picked up something and Tony heard a familiar brizzle. "You called the wizard?" he asked his A.I. flabbergasted.

“Wakanda was too far away for them to arrive in time.”

Great. Tony had planned to impress Strange the next time they met, but he could probably forget that now. Instead he had to be saved like a damsel in distress. Although Tony would make a great princess…

Focus!

There was still a car on top of him.

Red glowing ropes appeared like biting snakes, grabbed the enemy and pulled him off his feet with a loud yelp. Tony managed to push the car off him and scrambled to his feet. Strange was hovering nearby and had the audacity to throw a wink at him, before he jerked the red robes backwards, causing the enemy to fly high through the air. The guy disappeared falling somewhere on the next block

Stephen landed next to Tony. “You called?”

He looked way too smug, which was why Tony responded, “Friday did. Not me.”

Stephen smirked knowingly and Tony wanted to kiss that stupid smile off his face.

“We have everything under control,” Tony lied. Something exploded down the street and the engineer really hoped that the cause had been one of Clint's trick arrows.

“If this is what you being in control looks like, I don’t want to know what you losing control would be like.” The cloak of levitation took Stephen high in the air, before Tony could think of something clever in return.

This was really not his day. He needed a drink. Or a nap. Maybe both.

Tony was not a fan of magic, but he had to admit that it was efficient. Or Stephen was just very powerful. The sorcerer moved his hands in complicated patterns, throwing glowing mandalas at any visible opponent.

Tony used this to check on his teammates and went over to Cap to help him clean up from the ground. Nat appeared at their sides with a split lip and a grim face but still on her feet and fighting. It seemed the tide had turned with Strange's arrival.

Tony shot blasts after blasts, relying on Friday for aiming. He gritted his teeth, willing to fight exhaustion with sure stubbornness alone. He was tired and it slowed him down more and more. They all were. And it was the reason they didn’t notice the attack that was aimed at them from an ambush.

It hit Steve, who stumbled backwards with a grunt. The blast wasn’t deadly but it took even the super soldier out of order for a moment.

Tony raised his shields before, expecting the second attack that followed. But before it hit the trio, Strange jumped in, a spell in his hands. The blast hit the sorcerer instead, who was thrown backwards. He managed to stay on his feet and moved his fingers. The magic shifted and consumed the energy of the attack, transforming it into a blinding sphere of light, which he threw back at the attacker.

The sphere exploded on impact and for a moment bathed everything in a biting light. Tony was glad to hit a helmet, because the readings Friday gave him were off the scale.

Silence fell over the battlefield. There were no more attacks, no more enemies moving. It was over.

Peter landed next to Tony, "Wow, that was insane."

Cap also was back to his feet. He was holding the side where he had been hit, but otherwise he seemed fine.

The Avengers gathered on the sidewalk afterwards. None of them were unharmed, but those were all minor injuries. Strange approached them slowly. He had a bloody scratch on his face, which the Cloak of Levitation wiped off with a corner of its fabric.

Tony had retreated his face plate in order to talk to Peter and to make sure the boy was okay. So it was Rogers who turned to the sorcerer first.

"Thanks for your help, Doctor. You arrived just in time." He held his hand out to him, but Strange barely glanced at it.

“You don’t need me for the clean up, do you?” he asked instead.

Rogers withdrew his hand, irritated. Of course, the aftermath of the battle would be handled quicker and more efficiently with the sorcerer's powers, but they wouldn’t force him to stay. It was rare that Strange was so short worded, he was usually much more of a sarcastic asshole. That was why he and Tony clashed so often. But that was also why they were a great team. Maybe the sorcerer was annoyed that he had to come to their rescue for a non-magical threat.

“No, we’re good.”

Strange merely nodded, turned and stepped away.

After only a few steps he coughed, red splattering on his hands. As soon as he saw it, he hid his hand under his cloak. As well as the fact that he winced with every move he made. He wanted to leave but Tony had noticed the falter in his movements.

“Hey, Doc. That was pretty badass of you.” The engineer stepped to his side, still tired but with the certainty that they had eliminated the danger and saved the day.

“Sure.” The sorcerer dismissed him, not in the mood for their usual banter, that was definitely not flirting. He just wanted to go home.

That made Tony pause and he eyed him more closely. “You okay, Strange?”

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine,” Tony insisted.

“It’s nothing.”

“Bullshit!”

Normally, Stephen found Tony's directness endearing, but right now it was nothing but annoying. He closed his eyes briefly, fighting a short wave of nausea. Maybe he overdid it a bit. “I have to go,” he mumbles.

His fingers reach for the sling ring in his belt, shaking. He was so used to it, he didn't even notice that his whole body had started to shake, too. But Tony did. He also didn't notice that Tony put his hand on his shoulder and looked at him worriedly.

The world around Stephen started to spin. In order to stay on his feet, he put a hand on the next best thing: Tony. He reminded himself to breathe – inhale and exhale. His fingers dug into the sleek metal of the Iron Man suit and another pain ran through his hands. It was familiar, but made him gasp anyway and he instinctively let go, taking a step to the side.

It was the wrong decision, his knees buckled. But instead of a hard ground, strong arms caught him.

“Shit, Doc. They really did a number on you.” Tony lifted him up, while the cloak wrapped around the sorcerer’s body.

Stephen mumbled something, barely aware of his surroundings anymore.

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sacredsnape · 2 years

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Could you write headcanons snape making a staff member burned out, like he said something unfair or mean and that was just it for them, they are over everything and acting all quiet and dead but then he realizes what he did

I love angsty Sev sm

Genre: angst

Warnings: an argument ensues between Snape and reader

Link to masterlist

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As you sat there in the weekly Hogwarts staff meeting, listening to Snape drone on and on about how insolent and insufferable his students are, you thought, "Hey, maybe I should just be used to him being this mean."

But you simply couldn't shake off the uncomfortable feelings that came to life inside of you every time Snape said something like that about his students. You were his assistant Potions professor, and you were always nice to the students, but your kindness would instantly become overshadowed by the snarky comments Snape reserved for them.

"That boy, Neville Longbottom, is a serious danger to this school," you heard Snape complain, biting the inside of your cheek impatiently. "One more wave of his wand and the whole place will be blown to smithereens."

None of the staff members said anything, staring at Snape with mildly annoyed expressions on their faces. Maybe they were used to Snape's behavior and put up with it, but you weren't going to.

"What has Neville ever done to you?" you quietly asked Snape, your voice shaking with anger.

Snape slowly turned to face you with a raised eyebrow. "Melt all of the good cauldrons in my classroom and use up all of my good ingredients," Snape slowly replied, narrowing his eyes at you. "I'm sure you're fully aware of these things, Professor, as you're my assistant."

Snape hissed out the last few words, quickly becoming irritated with you. The other staff members tried to discreetly lean forward in their seats in order to catch every word of the conversation, but they were painfully obvious.

"I'm fully aware, Professor," you snapped, clenching your fists. "But that doesn't give you the right to be such a jerk."

You knew you had struck a nerve. With an appalled look at you, Snape swiftly stood up and left the room without a word, his cloak angrily swooshing behind him.

"Oh my goodness, if looks could kill, you'd be dead right now!" Professor McGonagall gasped from your left. "I can't believe you stood up to him."

"And you couldn't? None of you couldn't?" you snarled, getting up from your seat. "I'm done here. Goodbye."

Without another word, you left the staff room, confused whispers from the staff following in your wake.

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You usually sat next to Snape at dinner, but this time you sat at the very far end of the table, next to the Astrology and Divination professors.

You were still so furious with Snape that you aggressively stabbed your dessert with your fork, startling those around you.

Everyone must've heard about your little falling out with Snape, because the entire Great Hall was buzzing with chatter and everyone's eyes were attentively looking from you to Snape.

"I reckon Professor Y/L/N gave him a taste of his own medicine," Ron told Harry as he shoved vanilla pudding into his mouth. "It's what that old git deserves."

"Ron, you're making a mess all over your robes," Hermione said impatiently, tossing a napkin at him. Ron glared at her and then noticed he had indeed made a mess all over his robes; there was now pudding splattered all over them.

Ron quickly cleaned himself up as Harry replied, "I heard that they dueled in the staff room. I nearly threw up from laughing earlier imagining Snape getting thrown against the wall by the Stunning Spell."

"Can you not talk about throwing up while I'm eating?" Hermione sighed disapprovingly, shaking her head. "Honestly, you two..."

Ron rolled his eyes and then looked up at the staff table, seeing Snape get up with haste, an unpleasant look on his face.

"Hey, Snape's leaving!" Ron said, nudging Harry's elbow so hard that Harry spilled milk all over his front.

"Are you two incapable of eating without making a mess all over yourselves!?" Hermione groaned as Snape strode past them.

You saw Snape leave and quickly followed, feeling hundreds of eyes on you as you left the Great Hall.

"I'm not done having a word with you yet," you loudly said to Snape's retreating figure.

Snape stopped walking, turning to face you with the most sinister look you've ever seen on him.

"Well, I am," he calmly replied, although there was a vein throbbing in his neck. "If you're just here to insult me, don't even bother."

"You're one to talk about insulting," you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

Snape didn't say anything, simply staring at you before he slowly said, "I want to apologize to you."

You gaped at him and then spluttered, "You? Apologizing? I must be dreaming..."

"Don't be so dramatic," Snape grumbled, approaching you. "I realized that what I said upset you."

"Anyone could realize that, Severus," you coolly replied, crossing your arms over your chest.

Snape's lip curled and he continued, "I'm sorry for having upset you. You're my assistant and I should...behave better around you."

You lowered your arms and exhaled slowly, staring up at Snape as you collected yourself. "Thank you. Your apology is very much appreciated," you stiffly said.

"Oh my God, are you still mad at me?" Snape replied, noticing your tone of voice. "It takes a lot for me to acknowledge my wrongdoings and apologize, you know."

"Just a little," you sheepishly said, your face going red. "I'll get over it, though. I'm sorry for calling you a jerk."

"Thank you. Your apology is very much appreciated," Snape replied in an equally as stiff tone, yet he had a teasing smile on his face.

You managed to smile back at him and said, "During our next lesson, I think a formal apology from you would be nice, you know, especially to Neville and Harry. Oh yeah, and Ron and Hermione and-"

"Okay!" Snape exclaimed, going as red as you and continuing to smile. "I will! Don't pester me about it. I'll do it, Y/N, even though it'll be painful for me."

Just then, Harry, Ron, and Hermione came around the corner, followed by the rest of the students and staff.

"Oooo, look! They're talking!" Hermione gasped, pointing at you and Snape. "I wonder if they've worked it out?'

"I think so," Ron said, giving Snape a wary look. "This is the first time I've ever seen Snape smile...should I be scared? His smile is...odd."

"Yes, you should be," Harry replied, laughing as him and his friends headed up the marble staircase to their common room.

#severus snape #snape content #snape love #snape imagines #snape one shot #professor snape #snape fanart #snape fanfiction #snape fic #hogwarts #snape x you #snape angst #snape smut #snape fluff #snape headcanon

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yanderelovlies · 1 year

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I NEVER SAW THIS BUT YES 100% YES

Obviously we tweaked it....a lot

And heads up its obviously a cross over

So this also consists of luz noceda from the owl house and Marcy wu from amphibia and my friends oc Nigel

Luz and Marcy are literal demons in hell they both have tremendously sinned and are dead

Luz wanted to make up for what she did and tries to go to the boiling isles to apologize for her sins and the other two tag along

Unfortunately shit gets fucked up and they don't wind up in the boiling isles they end up on earth specifically the home of Jacob Alden and...they accidentally fuck shit up they destroy his sink his mirror is fucked they eat his food and scare his fish and pass the fuck out on his couch

He uh....aint to happy luz panics and just blurts out "are you my mother?!" The other two play along just hugging him and calling him mommy

And thanks to plot convenience we had this bullshit excuse that MC went on vacation in Japan and well ya can't really stalk them in a different country soo

✨R O A D T R I P✨

The demons tag along and keep calling him mommy shenanigans hyjinks and found family ensues

Also we get this scene:

Jacob:ok....rule #1...whatever I say goes..

*luz tilts her head innocently as her tail flicked*

Luz:goes where?

*Jacobs eye twitched as he bashed his head off the ground a few times for good measure*

Jacob:rule....#2....no questions about rule #1

Luz:ok mom!

Jacob:rule #3! You Will not call me mom, mommy,mama,mama Mia uh...mother just...anything that starts with the letter M!

Marcy:whatever you say jerk feathers..

*Jacob just aggressively pushes them*

Jacob:RULE #4 WE WALK FAST EYES FORWARD ALL THE TIME AND NO COMPLAINING! And rule #5 no-

*he paused seeing the two demons are gone*

Jacob:wandering...off..

Me and my friend have grown very attached to the idea of "grumpy tired DILF jacob" as we call it

Juniper💖🌕💙

honestly, I think that's kinda cute, ngl 👀

#vivi talks #juniper anon

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coonhoundcat · 1 year

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A Leader Lost | Warrior Cat Snippet

-Absolutely no one asked for this. I haven't written anything here for like over a year, and this is the first thing I have the energy to make? Oh well. I don't even know if anyone who follows me knows what Warriors is, but if you do, this is for you. I guess. -

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He’s back. He’s back. He’s back- “He’s back!” Ringtail bolted forward, paws scrabbling through the gravel to run to- to meet- to check on, see- Ringtail pressed their face into Pipitstar’s matted scruff, pushing through the leader’s visible flinch and ensuing tremor.

Ruepaw’s gaze wavered— it felt almost wrong to see his leader this way, shivering in place, somehow small beneath the senior warrior.

Horntail murmured something from beside him. It was a good enough reason to turn away from the camp spectacle. “What?”

“Touch starved.” Horntail’s eyes remained locked on the scene. “Oh, how long has Pipitstar been without being touched?” She shuffled her paws, pained sympathy clear across her face. “Just look at how uncomfortable he is.”

Ruepaw had to look.

A leader's eyes shouldn't be so wide and unfocused. Almost scared. If Pipitstar was capable of fear.

They watched Ringtail suddenly jerk back a bit, tail fluffed. There was no hearing what words they said to Pipitstar, over the din of the onlooking clan. But their brow was furrowed. Pipitstar's mouth barely moved in some muttered response.

"MOVE!" A large seal-point cat aggressively shoved its way through the crowd, darting toward the center of the scene with frightening speed.

Pipitstar seemed to withdraw-

"My den, LET'S GO." The massive medicine cat pressed in unbothered, making as if to check Pipitstar over then and there-- if Ringtail hadn't stepped forward to intercept them.

Mild surprise quickly turned to raised hackles. Annoyed, golden eyes raked over the wide, wide eyes of the senior warrior, Ringtail's own ears tilted appeasingly.

Seal-tipped ears flattened to match the med cat's narrow, suspicious squint. They grit their teeth, choosing to speak low and dark. "He's been GONE for a moon. I NEED to look him over."

Ringtail stiffened. Dilated pupils darted nervously from the medicine cat to Pipitstar, and back again.

The clan looked on.

"We-" Ringtail coughed. "He needs to rest first. I'm taking him to his den, then we'll… we'll call for you after."

A low growl sounded from the medicine cat, head tucked aggressively.

Ringtail swallowed thickly, but stood tall.

A brown-tipped paw lifted-

"Yes." The leader's voice was much raspier than Ruepaw had ever heard before, and much, much quieter. But it still held authority. "Do-" --Pipitstar winced at the strangled break in his own voice-- "do as they said."

Ringtail let out a relieved puff of air, shoulders dropping as they stepped back to press against their leader's side.

The medicine cat set their raised paw tenderly back down. They huffed. A tail flicked. "As you wish, Pipitstar." Their head did not nod.

Ringtail helped the disheveled leader to his feet, slowly shuffling him past the enormous cat and through their clanmates.

Ruepaw was shoved backwards a little as the crowd parted, giving the pair a wide and clear path.

"Don't wait too long."

Ringtail shot a look back over their shoulder, seeming to acknowledge the rough voice with a brief moment of eye contact. Then they helped Pipitstar duck into the leader's den, disappearing from sight.

The camp immediately burst into loud clamoring and gossip, energy bouncing from cat to cat like a startled locust. A shoulder nudged Ruepaw's side, drawing his attention up to Horntail's worried eyes.

"Where's Snapjaw?"

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yanderemommabean · 3 years

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Could Andy like a male farmer? I can imagine the male farmer being like, “No. Andy, listen! I’m not a heifer- hell, I’m not even a girl! I can’t get pregnant! Go on now! Get away!” And Andy just doesn’t listen (or he doesn’t care) treating him like a princess and not letting any other farmers near him. Maybe some smut ensues…maybe not…up to you 🤩

Working on the farm isn’t easy, with all the hard work you have on your schedule, but it’s a labor of love. All the hybrids on the property are rescues, fearful of their own shadows or aggressive to the point of harm towards workers. Some people get upset that rehabilitating these creatures isn’t instantaneous, and that they have to actually take the time to love and care for them.

Well you aren’t that type of man. You put all of your hope, faith, time and energy into making sure these creatures are once again free and healthy. Most of them trust you, nuzzle you and ask you for apples or peaches shyly while you wash them or brush their hair. It’s precious how they slowly open up to you, asking to be milked because they know you’ll be professional and not hurt them for asking to stop.

Most of the heifers and bulls are sent off to other sanctuaries or well known farms, but some get to stay and become a regular you meet in the morning. One of the lucky picks was the large, broad, muscular bull known as Andy. He was one of the worst cases you’ve seen, bloodied and infected, unable to even speak at first. You were worried he wouldn’t make it, but never left his side, even sleeping beside him some nights as he healed and needed hourly medicine.

You nourished him until he was back to a towering, buff, protective bull for the heifers who come and go. However, he isn’t exactly kind to the other workers, often charging them or outright picking them up to drop them over the fence. You’re the only one he won’t attack, and some farmers are a little annoyed that he’s so sweet to only you.

While you were washing the stable, you felt the warm breath of Andy against your neck, and turned to face him, your face meeting his chest as he looks down at you in confusion. “You...aren’t supposed to be here. Why are you in another bulls stall?”

Ah, it’s this conversation again. “Andy, he needs my help too. He was sick like you were and he needs a clean room”.

Andy just scuffs his back hooves in a jealous huff “there are also other farmers who can do that. Making a fine mate like you work is disgusting, just like my old home”. You wanted to scold him, remind him that this place is way better than where he used to be, but you decide against it. He’s just throwing another fit, he’ll get over it.

“Listen, I know you’re thinking I won’t care for you anymore, but Andy I love all the hybrids here! You included”. You gently reach up to play with his long, black hair, and tuck it behind his ear. For a moment, you think you got through to him, that he was at least less worried, but he abruptly picks you up. You grapple for a moment, clinging to his arms as he squeezes you tightly to his frame and trots off to the other barn, carefully sitting you on a pile of hay in his stable.

“Andy! What the hell has gotten into you?” you scolded, watching as the hybrid cornered you in and pressed his face close to your own. “You said you loved me...and the other beasts” he stated with a furrowed brow “I don’t like that your love is shared. That others get your care and attention”.

Sighing, you gently stroke your thumb over his cheek, his face nuzzling into it on instinct. “Andy, I can’t just stop working. That’s not right, you know it”. Andy’s face just scrunched up in anger, and he pressed you harder against the hay beneath you. “Wasn’t asking you. I was telling you. You’re my mate. Not their slave”.

“Andy, we’ve discussed this-” you begin, face flushing as the bull began to let his large hands snake up your shirt and tug at the unwanted garment. “You don’t have to be pregnant to be my mate...I can still stuff you full and make you happy though”.

He tugs off your boots and jeans, chuckling at the squeal that left you. “A-Andy! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”. The hybrid bull chuffs, sniffing up your thighs to your stomach, purring as his tail sways. “Smell so good...love your scent. Everyone else makes me sick”. He gave a quick kiss on your chest, and another on your pelvis, nuzzling your pubic hair “So so good. Such a pretty cock from my pretty mate”.

Warm hand rub circles up and down your thighs, your boxers completely gone and tossed aside. You bite your knuckle while your cock pulses, slowly hardening. Andy purrs in approval, letting his long tongue swipe up the shaft of your dick, causing your back to bow and tighten as the appendage wraps around the base and slides up in a lewd slurp.

“My mate...always taking care of others, but who takes care of you? You’ll be so happy to be my little heifer” Andy kisses up and down your shaft, mouth reaching lower to suckle on your balls and cause another yelp to escape you. Your thighs were quaking in the bulls strong hold, your mind a haze of lust and humiliation as he continues to slide his tongue up and down your drooling cock, spit and precum dripping to the floor below as your thighs were held apart.

Tight, velvet heat surrounds your entire length, Andy’s head bobbing up and down in swift movements while you can only desperately cling onto his horns, trying not to erratically thrust in fear of choking him. After a few weak jerks, Andy pulls away and lets spit dribble down his chin.

“Let go. I can handle it. I wouldn’t be a good bull if I couldn't handle what you gave me. Use me”.

His voice was so gravelly, so deep and desperate, it gave another hot pulse through you. He once again wraps his tongue around your entire cock, sucking and slurping while bobbing his head up and down again. You throw your head back while clutching onto his horns, balls tightening and your slit pouring out precum while Andy devours you.

Embarrassingly, you couldn’t stop yourself, cumming down the hybrids throat with a deep groan and exhausted sigh. Andy growled, pleased, and didn’t pull away until he was sure he drank all you had to give him. With a wet pop, he groaned and licked his lips, teasing your sensitive shaft with the tips of his fingers, watching the spit and cum stick to his digits. “So good...so good for me. I need more, think you can do that for me?”.

His thumbs reach down and begin to spread apart your cheeks, exposing your hole that was begging to be stuffed and bred into oblivion. Andy wanted to slither his tongue inside of that cute little hole, having you become wrecked from just his mouth once again. Not just to open you up, but because he genuinely got rock hard at the thought of you using him like that. Like a good fucktoy that only HE could be, because he knows all of your needs.

“Y/N! Where’d you go?” a voice called out, causing you to panic and scramble away from the bull. Your legs were still wobbly, and putting on everything again was clumsy as you tried to wriggle past the still very much aroused hybrid. Andy didn’t put up a fight, only due to knowing it was simply lunchtime and his mate needed to eat before they tried to copulate.

Once you’re done, he’ll continue the process of making you see that he’s the only bull you need.

(Hey, tell me what you think! I hope this was at least semi-hot lmao -Mommabean)

#Andy the bullman #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere dubcon #yandere exophilia #male reader #yandere hybrids #yandere smut #yandere lemons #mommabean #gay yandere

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almanacrat · 2 years

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Up the wall (part 7)

Jake Kiszka x femReader

Warnings: swearing, allusions to sex/sexual acts, verbal harassment by another man, smut

Little hums sounded from the inside of the broom closet. Three of the boys were onstage, but one had left to look for his “lucky guitar pick.”

“Get on stage. They're waiting for you.” Y/n broke the kiss with Jake by softly shoving him away.

“Who cares?” Jake murmured, leaning in again.

“I care.” Y/n placed a hand on Jake’s chest to stop him. “They're bound to come search for you, and it’s not gonna look too good when they find you and me in here.”

“I’ll just tell them we were looking for something.” He caressed her side as he spoke.

“The two of us working together? They wouldn't buy it for a second.”

“Whatever. You’re blushing.” Jake said, simply to annoy Y/n.

“You have lipstick on your face, asshole.” Y/n wiped the smudges off his face with her thumb.

Jake shot Y/n a cocky wink before strutting down the hallway and onto the stage. This had been going on for about about two weeks now. Secret make-out sessions and heated hookups. They had not been fighting nearly as bad as they were in the previous months, but arguments still ensued.

“Where’s my hairspray?” Jake was frantically searching for the bottle as the rest of the boys got ready in the dressing room.

“One of the maintenance workers threw it away.” Y/n answered, looking up from her phone.

“What!? Jake panicked. “I fucking needed that!”

“We have some in the next room over. I don't know what crawled up your ass and died, but you need to chill out.” Y/n spoke.

She twisted the cold metal knob of the door and walked out to get the hairspray. Jake followed closely behind, shutting the door with a thud.

“I think I have a right to be nervous before shows.” Jake insisted, watching her as she walked.

“You absolutely do, but you don't have a right to yell at me.”

“I’ll yell if I want to yell.”

“Don’t be arrogant, Jake.” Y/n scoffed, grabbing the hairspray from the shelf. “It’s annoying, and if you keep it up I’ll...” Y/n wasn't sure what her next words would be.

“You’ll what?” Jake smirked and stepped toward her.

“I won't give you this hairspray.” Y/n now wore a smirk of her own, believing she had the upper hand.

“Then I won't give you your phone.” Jake snatched Y/n’s phone from her back pocket, holding it above her head.

“Not fair! Give me my phone.” Y/n commanded, but Jake simply kept his smirk and looked down at her. “Give me my phone, Jake. Jake, I’m serious.”

“Give me the hairspray first.”

“Fine.”

Jake took the hairspray, then put the phone in the front pocket of his pants and walking away.

“Um, Jake? Forget to do something?” Y/n caught up to him in a few steps.

“No, I don't think I did.” Jake said after a moment of feigning deep thought.

“Jerk.” Y/n attempted to seize the phone from behind, but brushed his over his clothed cock instead.

“Careful, princess.” Jake teased, turning around to face her and dangling the phone again.

“Jake. Give it.” Y/n wasn't amused.

“Ask nicely, babygirl.”

Y/n knew what he was up to now, and she could play that gave twice as well. If he wanted to have fun with her, she was going to have a blast.

“Fuck, please, daddy.” Y/n whined, then locked her lips onto his.

Y/n’s arms caressed his chest, stroking it lightly. Jake lowered his hands to grasp her waist, kissing back needily. Y/n pressed herself into him and could feel him getting hard beneath his pants. When she saw her opportunity, she took it. She snatched her phone from Jake’s hand and walked out of the room, pausing at the door like he had done so many times before.

“Have fun with that.” Y/n snapped her eyes from his half hardened dick back up to his eyes before walking away.

As she watched Jake play on stage, Y/n knew she was in trouble. He was playing aggressively and made a few mistakes when, usually, he would make zero. Jake frequently glared over at Y/n who watched the show from the side of the stage, his rage multiplying when he looked at her. All he wanted to do in that moment was take her right then and there. He didn't care if thousands of people watched as he fucked her, he just wanted her bad.

After the show he practically threw his guitar in its case. Josh, Danny, and Sam murmured amongst themselves, unsure of what had made him so upset.

“He’ll get over it in a few minutes.” Josh said as he watched Jake storm off.

Jake caught sight of Y/n when he had crossed the stage. She was standing at the loading dock, exhaling a puff of smoke. He could smell the fruity scent from there, but all he wanted to smell was her perfume. Jake took her by surprise when he grabbed her hand and pulled her away, shoving her into the spare dressing room.

“On your knees.” Jake commanded after giving her a sloppy kiss.

“At least buy me dinner first.” Y/n smiled cheekily, but complied.

“Mouthy today, are we? Good thing you won't be able to talk with my dick down your throat.”

Jake thrust himself into her mouth, making her gag with vulgar noises. Her eyes began to water and a little bit of mascara smeared under her eyes.

“Good girl. Your mouth is so perfect, babe.” Jake praised.

Jake removed himself from her mouth when he was ready to cum, bringing her over to the couch and crawling between her legs.

“I brought something for you, babygirl.”

“Hm?” Y/n watched as Jake pulled a bullet vibrator from his pocket. He turned it on and watched as Y/n fixated her eyes on the little blue item.

“You want me to use it on you?” Y/n nodded her head in response. “Not so mouthy now, huh? Words, princess.”

“Yes, sir.”

Jake undressed her, then took his own shirt and pants off. He rubbed his hands over every square inch of her body, swiping his two fingers through her slick cunt, admiring how wet she was.

“You want to clean my fingers off baby?” Jake noticed her watching every move he was making.

Y/n nodded her head and Jake stuck his fingers in her mouth, obsessed with the way her tongue swirled around his fingers. Without her expecting it, Jake pressed the vibrator to her clit, making her squeal and buck forward. She squirmed underneath him as he made the little toy vibrate faster. He then dipped two fingers into her, curling to hit her g spot as he fingered her.

“Fuck.” Y/n couldn't take it anymore. “Fuck me, Jake.”

“What’d you call me?”

“Daddy. Just fuck me.”

Jake rolled a condom onto his dick, then pushed himself inside of her. He flipped her over so she was on her hands and knees, both moaning as he thrusted. They rapidly approached their orgasms, Y/n trying not to scream as Jake still had the vibrator pressed to her clit.

“I hate her.” Jake scoffed. “Look at what she’s doing.” He motioned to Y/n who war dancing with people in the middle of the dance floor.

“Do you mean having fun?” Josh offered.

“Exactly!”

“Jake, there's no reason for you to be mad at her for having fun.”

“I’m not mad at her for having fun, but it certainly doesn't help. She’s just soaking up all the attention. And her dress! Her dress is...” Jake searched for an insult, but he found himself more frustrated when he couldn't find an issue with it.

“Gorgeous?”

“Yeah.” Jake sighed quietly.

“You know what I think?” Josh took a swig of his salty dog.

“What?”

“I think someone has a little cruuuuush.” Josh sang the last word and giggled.

“You’re drunk, Josh. I’d never date someone like her.”

“Someone like her? You two are practically the same! If you two didn't hate each other so much you would probably be engaged by now.”

“Don't even entertain that thought, Josh. She’s a brat and she’s bossy and she makes me angry.”

“Only because you keep fighting with her. Most of the time you two argue is because you started it.”

“Yeah, but she’s just so infuriating! I can't help it, Josh.”

“Try to be nice to her, Jakey. I want nieces and nephews.” Josh let out a shrill laugh.

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?” Jake asked, but he was sure he knew what it was supposed to mean.

He had never thought about raising kids with Y/n. She was gorgeous and he found that he liked her when they weren't fighting, but married? The thought scared him, but also caused butterflies to flurry in his stomach.

Jake looked back to the dance floor to see a man tugging on Y/n’s arm. He was trying to pull her with his but she was resisting. As he pulled her closer to the exit, Y/n’s demeanor became more fearful. Josh had sauntered off to a group of people who he was now chatting up, not seeing any of it. Jake rushed to Y/n’s aide.

“What’s going on here?” Jake’s voice boomed as he separated Y/n from the man.

“None of your business.” The man said gruffly, trying to get past him.

“I think it is my business. It doesn't look like she wants to go with you.” Jake had an arm in front of Y/n, who was half hidden behind him.

“I don't care if she wants to go with me, that little hooker has been testing me all night. Shouldn't have worn that short of a dress if she didn't want to get fucked.”

The man once again tried to lunge past Jake to get to Y/n, but Jake stopped him with a hard blow to the jaw. The sound of Jake’s fist colliding with the man’s face made an ugly sound. The man got back up and started fighting with Jake. The man got a good swing at Jake’s eye, but Jake got an even better one at his nose. Both Jake and the man got escorted out of the bar, but no one really seemed to notice. Y/n followed Jake out of the bar and wrapped her arms around him, tucking her head into his chest as he rested his head on hers and reciprocated the hug.

“Thank you, Jakey. I didn't know where he was going to take me, and I couldn't get away and he-”

“Shhh. You’re okay now, baby. I’ve got you.” Jake rubbed her back in a soothing manner. “Do you want to go back to the bus?”

“Yeah.” Y/n whispered softly.

Jake texted the group saying that the two of them had gone back to the bus. When they stepped into the stale air of the bus, the light blared on their faces. This was when Y/n noticed just how bad Jake’s eye was.

“Shit. He got you bad, Jake.”

“It’s fine.” Jake took a hit of his vape.

“Sit down.”

Jake complied as Y/n brought out the first aid kid. She got out some bandages, though she doubted she would need them, and some antiseptic and cotton rounds.

“This is gonna sting.” Y/n warned.

Jake grunted as the antiseptic made contact with his skin. Y/n applied some ointment to it, but didn't put a bandage over it. There wasn't too much broken skin, and it would heal well with the treatment.

Y/n yawned as she began putting the assortment of medical supplies in the box.

“Go get ready for bed. I can finish this.” Jake rested his hand on Y/n’s lower back, gently taking the kit from her.

“That’s okay, Jake.”

“No. You’re tired, Y/n. Go get some rest.”

“Thanks, Jakey.”

“Anytime, babydoll.” Jake pressed a kissed to Y/n’s forehead before she wandered off to get into bed, Josh’s words penetrating his melting heart.

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pineapple-lover-boy · 3 years

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Can- can I just talk about the Victuuri relationship? Pretty please?

I just…. I’ve never seen a healthy relationship that starts from idolization and a need to get out that has ended in a satisfying way.

Let me elaborate:

We all know that Yuri idolized Victor. It’s why he was so nervous in the beginning and why it took time for them to build on their relationship, he saw Victor as a god.

Victor? He was depressed. He loved the ice so much but he longer found excitement in competitions. He didn’t have any worthy opponents that had a chance of beating him (sorry Chris).

I believe Victor “fell in love” at the banquet. He was attracted to Yuri but, even though he lost, he also saw potential in him. That night was probably the most exciting night for him in a long time. I think he felt genuine affection for Yuri but also saw a way to get out of his predicament.

Then, of course, Yuri didn’t show up the following season (a year had passed before the present timeline). He was most likely annoyed that someone who had gave him excitement didn’t show up. Did he think Yuri had a chance of beating him at first? Probably not. Did he see potential or at least someone he could have fun with during the season? Hell yes!

And then when he saw the video of Yuri skating Stay Close To Me, something that awarded him a gold medal. That’s all he needed. He saw how Yuri not only skated it perfectly but I bet he thought Yuri skated it better. Let’s not forget that emotion is a huge part of skating. If you don’t skate with the passion your supposed to hold for whatever theme you have, your performance can almost seem futile. Victor obviously won because he perfected it but if it was based on how he presented it alone, he would’ve lost. He saw someone worthy of skating an gold medal piece while also having the heart to do it. That’s talent.

Anyways, because of this, their relationship doesn’t hold well in the beginning. He’s passive aggressive towards Yuri because he doesn’t see his own talent and Yuri is just going along for the ride because holy shit it’s Victor fucking Nikiforov.

As they get to know each other and Yuri opens up more (plus Victor getting info on Yuri from the others) Victor starts to see Yuri as an actual person and not someone he can use to project himself onto and then later skate against. And Yuri starts to see him as an actual person too.

I saw on another post talking about how we didn’t see them during the summer and how the end credits of every episode suggest they got to know each other better as both in the credits and in the show they (Yuri) are able to touch each other more. I 100% believe this.

I also believe they might’ve had an argument or two on this topic. It’s not easy to switch from inadvertently seeing someone as anything but a person to an actual person with emotions and feelings. I believe Victor would’ve tried to back away from this subject but Yuri wouldn’t let him. It wasn’t big arguments like in episode 7. It was probably little quarrels that annoyed them both but after having a long conversation they finally started to become more comfortable with each other.

Yuri started letting go of the notion that Victor was a god like creature and Victor saw him as something other than a pawn. Yuri stopped getting as embarrassed with Victor touching him and Victor stopped trying to seduce him as much just so he could see the man from the banquet.

This most definitely leads the way towards a healthier relationship but episode 7 was inevitable. Yuri’s anxiety was at an all time high when he comes out on top. The fact that he needs to stay on top and not mess up is getting to him. As a person with anxiety, it’s pure hell. The thoughts of failing won’t get out of his head and even as he turns off all the monitors he can still hear everything.

Victor takes him away from prying eyes and has no idea what to do. Despite an obvious change that would’ve had to include some emotions from both occurring over the summer, he still has no idea how to help someone in distress.

Then he makes his first mistake. Yuri is visibly shaken by someone’s scores (can’t remember who) and Victor, who is at his wits end, yells at him to stop listening and puts his hands over Yuri’s ears. This tells Yuri how nervous Victor is too and despite knowing that Victor wouldn’t leave him now it shows to him that Victor doesn’t have faith in him (even if he does).

Victor tried to shatter Yuri’s heart. He must’ve expected Yuri to maybe sign heavily but tell him that he’ll do everything in his power to win (probably something that’s happened with him and Yakov). Instead he see’s the consequences of his carelessness. Yuri rightfully lashes out at him and even through all that Victor stills says “should I kiss you?”. Idk what Yuri was thinking but if I were him I would be extremely offended that Victor would try and use me like some doll he can play with and can assume that physical affection and love can fix everything, which was probably what Yuri was thinking.

There’s something off about Yuri and Victor when they emerge but Yuri is surprisingly better now. Cathartic crying can do wonders, kids. There’s also my favorite part of the entire show (couldn’t find a gif):

*head jab* “Hey, fuck you.”

*more head jabs* “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. I know you don’t like this you unempathetic dicknip.”

*head pat* “You’re forgiven.”

We all know what happens next: Yuri ends his love story with Victor’s signature move and Victor kisses him out of joy and the need to one up him (with love, of course).

I’m gonna get a little sloppy here with the timeline because I have the memory of a female protagonist that needs to go back to work to get something only to accidentally bump into the jerk CEO of which she will develop a toxic relationship for fan service, so forgive me.

Gonna skip ahead to the scene where Yuri tells Victor that he’s leaving skating, and basically Victor too. (At this moment I realized I’ve been spelling Viktor with a c and not a k which is really fucking with my brain but it’s too late to go back). Victor starts crying and realizes just how Yuri felt when he was rejecting him.

I believe Yuri found some light in the situation because of that fact, which Victor was not having. They’ve been closer than ever now. They’ve kissed, they’ve also announced they they’re getting married, so what the hell?!

Yuri, as we know, feels he’s keeping Victor from the ice. Victor, while he misses the ice and wouldn’t mind being competitive again, has found meaning and if he’s going to be Yuri’s coach to stay where he is than so be it.

He wanted to coach Yuri because he wanted a worthy competitor and while he still wants that, what matters most now is his relationship with Yuri. If he stops being Yuri’s coach and Yuri goes off the ice he knows it will be the end. Yuri loves the ice too and I’d bet he’d try to distance himself from Victor as to not feel regret from leaving without actually knowing that he’s doing it.

They’ve grown so much at this point. But that doesn’t mean it’s over. After all they’ve been through Yuri doesn’t realize that consequences of parting from one another. While being too dependent on your spouse isn’t good, it’s what they both need right now. They are what caused the other person to be happy again and while I hate those types of storylines this one executed it perfectly.

I find Victor’s silent plea to Yurio absolutely heartbreaking. He knows it’s bad to put pressure on people but now he’s doing that to a 15 year old boy. He’s putting his relationship and his life into this child’s hands because he knows there’s nothing else he can do.

I do think Yurio had a crush on Yuri but even if he didn’t: Yuri has taught him so much. He, although being an ass most of the time, has really come to love Yuri as family. It’s clear that Yurio was always lonely (Otabek being his first friend and all) but once he came to Japan and lived, truly lived there, he wasn’t lonely anymore.

Yurio wins, Yuri gets silver and all’s well that ends well.

I guess my point of this was to show how well the relationship in YOI was. I could’ve included some more detail on some points but I usually write stuff in one take (it’s very hard to revise without my mind shutting on itself).

I just love how an implicitly toxic relationship can come out so healthy. They don’t do any of that miscommunication bullshit and when they do it’s because the characters don’t know what to do or how to handle something. Like humans do!

They could’ve easily made this the hot famous guy thinks the kawai girl boy is just so adorable and the kawai girl boy is absolutely infatuated with the hot guy. Hijinks ensue which includes the kawai girl boy thinking the hot guy is in love with someone else. She He gets pushed into thinking that she’s he’s more independent in the end and happily ever after for the couple that will divorce in less than five years! Yay!

Seriously, I thought that was what was going to happen but YOI subverted my expectations so much. They are people that grew from their bad mindsets. And you know what? Yuri still has anxiety! Victor is still bad with handling emotions! And that’s ok! We don’t change that quickly. It takes time and hopefully another season.

I’m definitely using this show as a template for healthy relationships. It’s so hard for me to properly write them when I’ve never been in one and I’m not given the chance to see it happen in different environments (when searching it up all I get is “they trust each other. They blame each other. They’re compassionate.” Like ok but can you show me how?)

Yuri!!! On ice…. I love you so much. You have done so much for my mental health and my writing. Thank you.

#yuri on ice #yuri katsuki #katsuki yuri #victor nikiforov #viktor nikirofov #please tell me if you want me to elaborate on some sections #long post #yurio plisetsky #yuri plisetsky #healthy relationships

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tommybaholland · 3 years

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Hellooo! Can I request Haru, Asahi Shiina, Ikuya and Kisumi HCs with a really ticklish S/O please? :)

s/o who’s really ticklish

featuring: haruka nanase, asahi shiina, ikuya kirishima, and kisumi shigino

a request for the free boys...i am loving it. enjoy!

haruka

he had never really considered tickling you, or that you were even ticklish in the first place

he is someone who is slow to warm up with physical affection so the thought of sensually touching you was beyond him at one point

but he did think your hugs were warm and holding your hand put him at ease

when he discovered that you were ticklish, it was at a rather unexpected time

it happened while he was kissing you, in fact

the first few times he had kissed you were rather awkward on his part due to not knowing where to put his hands

this time, he felt bold and secure enough to take his hand that was holding yours, travel it up your arm, over your shoulder, aiming to caress the back of your neck

his hand gently brushing over the side of your neck made you giggle against his lips and shrug your shoulder, causing you to pull away from the kiss

he was so into the moment that he didn’t know what had happened

“what’s so funny?”

you reassure him that you’re ticklish in that spot where your neck meets your shoulder

you then tell him that you liked that kiss and now all he wants to do is try to impress you once more

“i think i could do it again.”

unfortunately, he keeps finding all your ticklish spots while he’s kissing you

now he really doesn’t know what to do with his hands

so far, it seems like your back, sides, and neck are no-goes

you tell him that you’ll get used to it eventually

but much to his surprise, he thinks of other ways he can hold you while kissing

right now, he enjoys pulling you in by your elbow and wrapping an arm around your shoulder while his other hand either stays put on your forearm or will move up to caress your cheek

now you just have to ask makoto or rin where all of his tickle spots are

asahi

he’s known for being positive, even when hitting a mental block

and he’s there to boost others’ confidence too

so having him as a boyfriend when you’re feeling down or needing some comfort is the best thing in the world

he would definitely threaten to tickle you to try to cheer you up while holding you in his arms

“how about some tickles?? okay. *snorts* sorry, sorry. you’re not in the mood for tickles.”

but for real, he’ll hold you and rub your back and tell you how proud he is of you

you’ll squirm a bit in his hold from the tingles going down your back

“is my hand on your back tickling you? i promise i’m not doing it on purpose haha.”

he likes to get a little sentimental during these moments

“do you remember when i would run my hand up and down your back when we first started dating? and you have this little spot between your shoulders--”

and he presses in a tender spot that makes you squirm and giggle a bit, even though it actually kinda hurts a little

“i’m sorry, babe. i don’t mean to hurt you. i just like messing with you.”

he goes on to talk about how he likes to do it when you’re napping or sleeping together and you’re having trouble falling asleep

he thinks it’s nice seeing you so calm and peaceful

he also enjoys tracing down your arm over your lower back, his fingertips just barely touching the skin to make goosebumps pop up

he might like that just a little more than actually tickling you

he’s not super aggressive with his tickles and likes to be as discrete as possible

he strikes most often when you’re wearing more loose-fit clothing and while you’re cuddling and watching something

he sneaks a hand under your shirt to tickle your sides ever so lightly with his fingers

your reaction is astronomical compared to his touch but he’s always apologetic about it when you try to sit as far away from him as possible

ikuya

he takes things very seriously and your relationship is no exception

so tickles from him are not that common, or at least they weren’t

you’ve seen how fun and playful he can be and you felt like the transition into a romantic relationship might have been putting a lot of pressure on him

it’s nice that he wanted to do everything right and be a good partner to you

but you wanted him to loosen up just a little and act like his normal self around you

one time you were just sitting at home with him and discussing what to do for dinner

you wanted to cook but there’s a small disagreement on who should make what

he claims that everything he makes is amazing meanwhile yours is just ‘okay’

he finally agrees to let you make your favorite dinner with him helping you

you then decide to smack him lightly with one of the pillows on the couch

he looks over to you, both confused and shocked

“baby, why would you hit me with a pillow? i said we could make what you want-- ow! okay. give me that--”

a pillow fight has now ensued

you hit him pretty hard in the face, which causes him to tackle you into the couch, laying on top of you, and tickling you

“yeah. this is what you get for hitting me so hard in the face.”

when you start pushing him off, he grabs your wrists and pins you down, his whole weight now fully on top of you

you start pouting and call him a big jerk

he’s really enjoying the turn that your little ploy has taken

“oh, i’m the jerk? what about the jerk who was hitting me with a pillow, hm? no. i think i’ll lay on you for a little longer.”

then he starts leaving kisses starting at your jaw and going down your neck

“you know, you look really hot right now.”

now THIS is the ikuya you wanted to see

kisumi

he likes knowing everything about you

including your tickle spots

and he’s been wanting to know about them since practically day one

there’s no doubt that his love language is physical touch

but obviously, he would respect your boundaries and wouldn’t cross them if it made you uncomfortable

fortunately, he’s a very easygoing and bright person so it was easy to get physically comfortable and closer to him

and he just thinks you are so cute, especially when you’re laughing and he’s laughing and you’re both just enjoying each other

he likes to surprise you by grabbing your waist from behind

“hey, gorgeous.”

and then tickling you even more by kissing your neck

he finds that you’re ticklish in cute but rather peculiar places

giving you head rubs, particularly right in the top of your head, makes you shiver and wiggle a little from the sensation you feel on your scalp

and then when he’s kissing all over your face, usually when you’re in bed together and he starts nibbling on your cheekbones

“oh, does it tickle when i do that?” and will continue to do it after you nod

and if there are times when you don’t want to be tickled but still need some attention, he takes some advice from his good friend, asahi

he also likes having more peaceful and relaxed moments with you where he’s just barely tracing your skin with his fingertips

he’s the type that likes to draw shapes or write words on your back

but sometimes it tickles too much that you can’t even guess what he’s drawing or writing

so then he’ll just do it on your cheek

but then that’ll just turn into him giving you more kisses because you are the light of his life

wyd, wild card night?? maybe sending a request perhaps..

#free! x reader #haruka nanase x reader #asahi shiina x reader #ikuya kirishima x reader #kisumi shigino x reader #request #requested #tommybaholland

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slothspaghettiwrites · 3 years

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You Are My Sunshine

You Are My Sunshine - It’s A Match series

Story Rating: Mature

Warnings: Implied Sex, Swearing, Canon Typical Violence, Some body image issues, anxiety, Tony’s a bit of a Jerk, poor proofreading

Relationships: Chubby!Thor x Plus Size!Reader

Word Count: 8339

Summary: Thor is back on Midgard after some time with the Guardians. Romance ensues.

A/N: I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I just really love Chubby!Thor tbh. Loki’s a good guy, Rocket and Groot are chilling at the compound as well.

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Chapter 1

Why do I let myself be talked into these things? I was more than happy to be invited out to another meaningless brand launch for some new sheet mask or another, but the after-party? I could have done without that. The number of vodka Redbulls I had to ingest to keep up with those stupid coked up bitches I called friends was probably enough to kill me.

“C’mon you sluts, one more for the road, then Mom can call us an Uber.”

Yeah, that was my designation here. Mom-friend. I didn’t live in the city and I didn’t do drugs. But I wasn’t even the oldest. I’m only 26! My “fun sucking” as they called made me the Mom-friend. I spent just as much time watching the table during their frequent bathroom breaks as I did actually talking with them.

But thankfully, I was now on the last train home. The slow-rolling engine lulling me into a trance. To keep me awake and entertained, I browsed through my dusty ass Tinder. I hadn’t given up on dating per-say but after a load of “OMG your that YouTuber” and “I thought you’d be thinner” chats and meet-ups, I was pretty done with talking to anyone.

However, I was not above swipe right on the bear of a man I’d just come across. It must be a joke account. Like the actual Thor fucking Odinson of Asgard and the Avengers would need tinder to meet people. His pictures were cute, not what I expected at all honestly. Do you know what I mean? I expected gym pics and mirror selfies. But it mostly just looked like an adorable chubby bear. Also, his eyes looked so beautiful. I could happily drown in that and his beard. God that beard… So I have a thing for beards, sue me.

I nearly choked on the Gatorade I was drinking when he matched with me. HOLY SHIT. I fired off a message instantly. I wasn’t gonna miss this chance.

You- Well hellllllloooooooo 😏😏😏😏

You- sorry that’s aggressive and I’m drunk on the train home

Thor- lol

Thor- I like aggressive women, so no worries

You- anywhoooooossss, what are you doing up so late

Thor- decompressing after a mission with video gammmmmeeeeessssss

You- whatcha playin’? pls note my understanding of video games is zero

Thor- Rocket League, it is very strange. It’s like soccer, but with mini cars.

Thor- but it’s a pretty easy game to learn

You- you’ll have to teach some time then 😉😉😉

At my stop, I shoved my phone into my stupid tiny purse and get my keys out. It’s only a 15 minute walk to my little abode, but better safe than sorry. I should have worn a jacket. The blistering cold wind of upstate New York made my teeth chatter. In the distance, a huge bolt of lightning crashed through the sky, followed by an ear-splittingly loud roll of thunder.

I picked up the pace to my house. I don’t need to get rained on. This dress was expensive. After a near-miss on my steps, I made it to my porch. Still no rain though. Weird, but whatever. I unlocked the front door and stumbled into my tiny living room. Shoes were thrown near the door and my phone retrieved from my purse, it was time to remove my face.

Even drunk me remembered the importance of a nighttime skincare routine. Cleansing balm, foam cleanser, acid toner, anti-aging serum, eye cream, and a thick layer of extra hydrating night cream later, I was fresh-faced and much more comfortable. Fuck fake lashes is all I’m gonna say.

I peeled off the dress I wore out and headed out of my bedroom and to the kitchen for a huge glass of water. My phone screen was lighting up with notification after notification. The group chat must have been going off. I couldn’t handle them right now. I shot off a quick “I made it home safe” text and looked back at my chat with Thor.

Thor- well then, when are you next free?

You- Thursdays are my day off but imma be too hungover to learn tomorrow 🥴🥴🥴

You- short notice, wanna meet up for like brunch or some other bougie shit?

Thor- fucking love brunch

Thor- where?

You- can you get to this place? [Location Attached]

Thor- wonderful, does 11:30 work for you?

You- yeppo

You- just a pre warning though, imma probs be in trackies and shades

Warning of my general outfit plans tomorrow sent, I turned off my phone. I had a strict rule of never using my phone in my bedroom, and it’s just easier to beat temptation that way. I plugged it into the charge next to my coffee maker and went to bed. I needed my beauty sleep if I was gonna meet a literal god tomorrow.

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If the sound of my alarm going off at 10 am didn’t kill me, the light coming through the blinds would. I slammed my fist down onto the device and it cut to a top hits radio station. Dance Monkey. Again. It’s like they couldn’t find any other song to play. I flopped over and slowly got out of bed. A shower would make me feel more alive. Carrying myself into the bathroom, I washed away the final remnants of last night. Club stamps were scrubbed off my wrists. I could feel my pores leaking out the end of the vodka Redbulls and I could smell it. Gross.

After standing in the steaming hot shower for longer than required, I went about getting ready for my date. I tried not to think too hard about it. Morning skincare routine completed, I moisturized the rest of me and tamed my hair.

The Dude ain’t got shit on me. My general Thursday style was still winning over my desire to look cute to meet Thor. Joggers, v-neck t-shirt, oversized kimono, socks with sandals. Well, at least everything was clean and generally matched. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. One signature Tan France french tuck later, I was ready to head out.

Keys shoved into my pants’ pocket, I took my phone off the charger and walked out to my car. I pulled sunglasses out of the center console. Look now complete, I was ready to go. It was only when I got to the cafe, that it occurred to me to turn on my phone. I was really enjoying the silence of it all.

The stupid thing immediately started going off. Sometimes I wished I’d just stuck with biochemistry and doing research. I scrolled through the notifications while I stood outside waiting for Thor. Instagram, youtube, email about this, group chat about that, nothing interesting.

“Are you trying to look like The Dude?” A deep timbre penetrated my mindless activity.

“You trying to copy my style, Thor?” I asked when I turned to look at the man dressed nearly identical to me. Blond hair pulled back into a low ponytail, blue sweatshirt, loose sweatpants…

“Are you wearing crocs?” I asked.

“Do you have a problem with that?” He smiled and wiggled his feet.

“Look at this winning combo on my feet dude, I ain’t got no problems today.” I smiled in return. “C’mon this hangover won’t cure itself.”

I’m not gonna call it a date anymore. No matter how much I wanted to dick down with Thor. It felt more like two bros hanging out than anything else. Which honestly felt great. I had plenty of bitchy high strung friends thanks to the job I did. Thor was super chill and relaxed. We happily ate our breakfasts, I got a huge plate of chicken and waffles along with a massive iced coffee. Just because it was fall, doesn’t mean it wasn’t iced coffee season anymore. Thor ordered… well, light. He got an open-faced avocado toast with a poached egg and orange juice to drink. I tried to not be self-conscious about it. To each their own right?

“You sure you don’t want to try this?” I asked again, nearly finished.

Thor stared at his long finished plate, “Yep, definitely sure.”

I took the final bite, making, maybe more than necessary, eye contact with him. Then, I took a long sip of my ice coffee through the paper straw. Something was off. Our conversation had been going pretty great, or so I thought. He had so many adventures to talk about and I was loving getting to learn more about him.

“You okay?” I finally asked, pulling up my sunglasses.

“Mmm,” he responded, not actually answering.

“Hey, I’m really sorry if this isn’t like a fantastic date or whatever. We can do something else if you wanna or go our separate ways, no hard feelings.” Please don’t say you wanna go. Even if we are just friends, I’d be happy with that.

“NO,” Thor shouted, scaring a few people at the cafe. “Sorry.”

“I understand if you don’t wanna talk about,” I waved my hand around in a vagueness, “whatever. I’m sorry for trying to push my food on to you.”

I didn’t want to put labels on whatever had caused this shift in him. If it was me being pushy about my food and he had issues with eating or if it was just him suddenly realizing I was weird or not what my Tinder profile said I would be.

“You don’t need to apologize. I was just given some rather shit advice is all and now I’m kinda overthinking it.” Thor brought his hands to rest on his stomach, then thought better of it.

Oh. OH! Sure I’d seen him in the news ages ago, being ripped and short-haired. But that didn’t really much matter to me. Guys like that were a dime a dozen. It didn’t mean they had personality. And Thor seemed to have loads of that when he wasn’t thinking too hard. He was sweet, thoughtful, and his eyes sparkled when he laughed.

“Sounds like this person should have kept their mouth shut,” I smirked and took another sip of my coffee.

“He isn’t the best at that.” Thor gave a low chuckle. “Stark doesn’t have much of a filter.”

“I have heard that,” I mused.

How could I keep this going? I didn’t want to just pay the check and runoff. That would leave a bad taste in my mouth.

“Wanna go shopping?” I blurted out. Sure why not? It wasn’t a completely mundane or totally weird thing to do with someone you just met.

“Oh hmm,” Thor clammed up.

“You can say no. I’m just not ready for this to end. I’ve had a really great time.” I slurped down the last of my iced coffee to keep my mouth shut.

“Fuck it, let’s go shopping. Where do you have in mind?”

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Okay, so this plan had gone exceedingly well. Just gonna pat myself on the back for that one. One - Thor had great taste in music. I was more than happy to hand over the aux cord and let him have control. I needed to focus on driving anyhow. It wasn’t surprising that he had a taste for classic rock. I was surprised by the eclectic mix of folky bluegrass and country though.

“I hate when ballads don’t have a story. What’s the point of repeating the same verse over and over again? What’s the point of the song then?” He lamented when I raised an eyebrow at the first bluegrass song.

Two - It seemed to bring him no small amount of joy to slap down a Stark Industry credit card when we checked out.

Thor had been skeptical of the place I chose to shop. The huge red storefront with giant red ball-shaped bollards was pretty aggressive. But Target was great. We could wander around the store, look at clothes, toys, shoes, food, electronics, anything. I knew if we wanted to look at clothes, they’d have things in our size, things that weren’t horrifically cheap or budget destroying. Lord knows what an Avengers/Asgardian Ambassadors’ salary was like.

We wandered around the clothes first and I threw a few things that I liked into the cart I was pushing around because it’s Target. I’m not leaving empty-handed.

“Okay, honest thoughts on this?” I held up a gray crop top with some flowers on it.

“It is supposed to be that short?” He asked.

“Yep, I’m really into crop tops right now cause all pants and shit are hi-rise.”

“Then yes, I think this would look great on you.”

“Faaabbbb, now onto the main quest! Let’s see if we can find a pair of jeans.” I stepped up onto the cart and pushed off, Thor laughing behind me.

After an annoying 10 minutes, I was ready to give up. Sure I could order jeans online and go through the hassle of returns, but this just seemed like it could have been easy.

“I have found a 16, whatever in the fucking nine realms that means.”

“It’s gotta be an 18, these thick thighs haven’t been a 16 in years,” I joked.

“It seems ridiculous they don’t have your size,” Thor continued to scan the wall of denim in front of him.

“No biggie my dude,” I assured him.

“I don’t normally shop for clothes,” he explained and gestured at his outfit or himself.

“Well do you wanna?” I asked in what I hoped was a noncommittal, totally chill voice.

“I-uh, yeah, you know what. It would probably be good for me to fill up the wardrobe I have.”

So off we went to the men’s section. Thor walked around looking at different shirts and button-downs, analyzing them. For what I wasn’t sure, but it was clearly distressing him.

“Hey,” I touched his arm and he flinched.

That being the first time we’d actually touched. Weird that we’d gotten this deep into a not date and I hadn’t touched him yet. I was normally a pretty tactile person. But he had flinched, which made me pull my hand away.

“Sorry,” we both said.

“Do you want me to help? Or we can go look at bedspreads and I can pretend I don’t need a new one even though I know I will probably get a new one,” I smiled.

“I’m just not sure what size to get,” Thor crossed his arms.

“Do you like the way this hoodie fits?”

“Yeah, it’s soft and not clingy.”

“Do you mind if I check the tag at the back?”

“Can you even reach it?” He teased.

“Thor, some people have to be short. It’s to balance out giants like you,” I reached up and flipped the tag out. “2XLT, that should be easy enough.” I smiled again and placed it back into his hoodie.

And it was surprisingly easy. Thor liked soft clothes. The cart was quickly filling up with soft graphic tees, flannel shirts, and sweaters. I also convinced him to throw in a few pairs of jeans after I saw him eyeing that wall.

Then I mentioned we should try on the clothes we picked out. He didn’t like that idea at all, it was almost like trying to convince a child to eat their vegetables.

“Bro, if you try them on, we’ll know if we need to size up or down or get a longer pair. There is no pressure to buy anything.” I reiterated that last bit. I didn’t need him thinking I wanted to change him.

Then Thor came out of the changing stall and yeah. Dick down indeed. We can be bros and still do that right? I felt my cheeks heat up and my eyes trail up to meet his. Mega hot Norse lumberjack fetish fully established in my brain now. The soft red flannel fit across his broad shoulders perfectly and was long enough that even if he lifted his arms above his head, he wouldn’t show any skin. He seemed very concerned about things being long enough.

“Oh you definitely have to get that,” the words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“You see something you like?” He said the line with a blush on his own cheeks.

“I’ve seen something I’ve liked all day,” I replied with a wink.

Thor grinned and went back in to try on the rest of the clothes. He came out occasionally to ask my opinion on a style or to determine if he needed a different size. Retail therapy really seemed to improve his mood, which just made me all warm and fuzzy inside. He deserved to be happy in his clothes, just like anyone else.

“I heard tell there was a quest for bedding?” He had a smug grin on his face, purposefully using that wording for the double meaning.

⚡

“Thor, there is a raccoon dressed in a jumpsuit on your car,” I said when we pulled back up to the cafe.

Thor responded by throwing his head back and groaning. He rubbed his hands over his face and just sat there as I pulled up next to his vehicle. The animal seemed to notice Thor was in my car then and started waving and speaking.

“For fuck’s sake,” Thor muttered.

“The doors are locked, it’s not like it can get in here.” I tried to assure him.

“Rocket isn’t supposed to be away from the compound. He has, uh, sticky fingers or whatever you call it.”

The knock on my window nearly made me jump out of my seat.

“Motherfucker,” I gasped.

The raccoon pointed very angrily at Thor than at me and seemed to be shouting about something, but I couldn’t tell what. I glanced at Thor, eyes begging him to take control of this situation. He just sighed.

“From experience, it’s best to just deal with him. He doesn’t like to be ignored.”

Thor got out the car first and I followed once the animal had moved away from my door. And then I was attacked by said raccoon.

“For crying out loud Thor, I can’t believe this who you went out with-”

“Watch what the fuck you say rabbit,” Thor picked Rocket up by his jumpsuit.

“Dude, slow your roll. Do you know who she is?” Rocket pointed a small claw at me.

“Yes, of course,” Thor looked confused.

“Ah, really then, can you put me back down. I want a fucking picture. Everyone is gonna be so jealous.”

“Rocket, this is like my one day off. Do you desperately need to get a picture with me?” Both of them looked at me.

“Pleeeeaaaasssseeeeeee,” he grinned revealing cute tiny sharp teeth.

“Thor, do you wanna be in the picture?” I asked, putting on my happy internet person face.

“No,” he frowned, still not let go of Rocket.

“Can we use your phone please?” I wanted to get this over with and also stealthy add my number to his phone.

“Sure, dude,” Thor released the raccoon, who scurried up my leg and onto my shoulder.

“Normally I punch people who get handsy during a photo op,” I gave Rocket a sideways glance.

“Look at me though, I’m so cute and innocent.” Rocket pressed his face to mine.

“Okay Thor, let’s get this picture taken.”

Five photos later, we were done. I was done after one photo, but Rocket kept fucking blinking. Which is why the last photo is just me scowling at the camera with my middle finger up.

“Okay, all the bags have been swapped and you’ve got everything?” I asked.

“The rabbit is secure,” Thor gestured at Rocket buckled up in the kiddie seat in the back of his car, which was hilarious.

“Awesome,” I hummed, unsure now of how to say goodbye.

Thor took a step closer to me, “Can I, um,” he brought his hand up near my shoulder.

“Do you wanna hug or are you asking me for a kiss Thor Odinson?” I grinned at him, taking a step towards him.

“I, uh, whichever,” He blushed.

I stepped forward, into his space, and kissed him. One of my hands wrapped around the back of his neck, while the other settled on his shoulder. When he pulled away I could have sworn I saw a flash behind his irises.

“Call me,” I whispered against his lips before I slid back into my car to go home.

Chapter 2

Thursdays were officially his favorite day of the week. Or Thorsday as you called them. Whenever there wasn’t a mission, you would hang out with him. There were no expectations, it was just the two of you Netflix and chilling or going for lunch or taking a walk. Being around you was easy. Thor had felt the best he felt in… years if he was honest during the past six months you’d been around.

Sure there were the occasional times when Thor couldn’t hang out on a Thursday, but you were never demanding of his time. You understood that what he did and that he can’t just say no to his responsibilities anymore. And that just made him like you even more. You accepted all him.

Thor was coming back from the gym after a sparring session with Steve and Bucky when he heard your voice. That was a bit of a shock. He was certain he hadn’t asked you to come over to the compound. Mostly because you had no desire to meet the Avengers. If Thor wanted to introduce you to his friends, you assured him he could do so whenever he was ready. He was happy to be a bit selfish and keep you to himself for now, especially after Rocket had been so weird during your first date. The team had gushed over the picture, but he wasn’t sure why.

“Friends, what are you doing?” Thor walked into the common area, wiping sweat from his forehead, and refilled his “Thor” water bottle.

On the TV was your face. Instantly he smiled, then frowned. Why were you on the TV?

“Learning about why I need to start using Vitamin C in my skincare regime. Silence oaf,” Loki shouted.

“Loki, you’re a god. Your skin is like porcelain,” Nat shoved him on the couch.

On the screen, you were in front of a whiteboard with loads of formulas written in orange marker. You were talking about the science behind the active ingredients, and how when in different types of skincare products, you will see the effects differently.

At one point, you were talking so animatedly about the different types of Vitamin C you knocked the whiteboard over. Everyone, including you on the screen, burst into laughter.

“Anywhooo friendinos, all I’ve got to say is that based on peer-reviewed research, this is something I’d recommend including in your routine. Now onto the part we have all been waiting for, let’s talk about actual products. As per the usual, I’ve been using these products for 15 days, but remember that everyone’s skin chemistry is different.”

And then you listed a huge selection of products. All of which had the ingredient you were talking about in it. You talked about product smell, the feel of it, how you’ve been using, what you’d pair it with, and if it’s worth the money. Thor was utterly enthralled by this video. You had said you “did social media” for a living, but he wasn’t expecting this. You were a genius, in his opinion.

“Hey, are you guys watching the new B and B video without me?” Bucky tossed himself onto Loki and Nat.

“No, this is an old one.”

“Good, I’m ready to be educated.” Steve came round the corner and sat down in an armchair.

“Don’t fucking start it without us,” Rocket and Groot were now here as well.

What had he been missing? For months apparently???

“What is the new video called?” Steve asked.

“Drugstore full face of makeup for $10,” Loki didn’t look away from the screen as Nat clicked the new video.

Thor recognized the shirt you were wearing in this video. It was the gray crop top. You had mentioned to him last time he was over that it was one of your favorites. That made him smile again at the memory.

Back on the screen, you talked about each product, reading out key ingredients, swatching the product on your hand, and tallying up the price. You were extremely thorough and called out ingredients that could irritate sensitive skin or if a product was vegan. Thor enjoyed listening to your voice, it soothed something inside him. This was a great discovery. He was just about to text you when the video suddenly cut to a grainy video of you, massive headphones on, in Thor’s shirt that he forgot at your house. You looked tired and stressed. When had you filmed this video?

“Sorry for the random cut there my dudes. That content would only have been approved on Pornhub. I just realized I couldn’t pass that off as a regular cut, but thought I should explain why I look the way I look. Now, back to the makeup,” and then your image returned to the high-quality video. Your hair was ruffled where Thor had wove his hands into it.

Two weeks ago he had stayed over on a Thursday night. On Friday morning, he had woken up in an empty bed. He had called out and you poked your head out of a room, makeup half done. He hadn’t thought anything of it. There was a meeting he was late for, but he wanted to kiss you goodbye. So he did, very thoroughly. You were always the perfect mix of cute and sexy. Breathless and a bit clingy. That was one of his other favorite things. You loved touching him.

“Thor you slut,” Rocket shouted and grinned.

“Language,” Steve scowled.

“Why is Thor a whore?” Bucky asked, giving a cheeky grin to Steve at the still offensive term.

“Do you remember that Friday Thor was late to a staff meeting?” Rocket asked.

“Yeah, so what?” Nat responded. It wasn’t the first time Thor was late for a meeting.

“Have you noticed he actually has been training again?”

“Yeah, but we’ve been going on a lot of missions lately and it’s good to stay in practice with the team.” Bucky crossed his arms at the raccoon.

Thor wanted to melt or be struck by lightning and have it actually affect him. He really enjoyed having a place away from all his. A place he felt safe and normal, and not just Thor, the chubby Avenger as Stark so kindly put it.

“Have you also noticed that he has been using beard oil and has frequently been walking around with it braided?”

You liked braiding his beard and hair. If Thor was having a bad body image day as you called it or just in need of some petting, you would braid his beard while he laid his head in your lap.

“So my brother has finally decided his personal hygiene matters, what of it raccoon?” Loki sneered, annoyed at the video being stopped.

“She is the reason!” Rocket waved his tiny hands at Thor. “Have none of you noticed he disappears every Thursday?”

“I just thought he was taking a day off. Everyone is allowed a day off.” Steve scrunched his eyebrows together.

“You are all so fucking slow. Thor is dating her. They are together. He has stayed over at her house several times.” Rocket collapsed onto Groot, exasperated.

“Rocket, you were sworn to secrecy.” Thor hissed, blush creeping up his neck.

“She outed you, not me,” he argued.

“No you deffo outed him Rocket, but this is very exciting news.” Nat pointed at him.

Everyone’s interest turned from the video to Thor.

“Oh dear brother, do spill the tea,” Loki grinned at him.

“There is nothing to spill. We’ve been dating for about six months now.” Thor defensively crossed his arms.

“SIX MONTHS?!” Bucky shouted.

“Yes,” Thor nodded.

“You’re all horrible at your jobs, I’ve known Point Break here as been dating since he set up his Tinder profile,” Tony entered the common area and went to sit with Steve.

“Tones, don’t be mean,” Steve frowned at him even as he wrapped his arm around the man.

“You met on Tinder?” Nat’s eyebrows rose into her hairline.

“Invite her over before we follow you on a date,” Tony called out as Thor stalked off.

Thor- Sunshine light of my life I have a favor to ask. 🙏🙏🙏

You- lay it on me dude

Thor- would you be interested in meeting the people I am forced to live with?

You- will Stark be there?

Thor- he is the one demanding it.

You-

Thor- I still haven’t seen that show

You- omg how I have been so remiss in your education?

⚡

Precisely at quarter to three JARVIS alerted Thor that you had arrived on the compound premises. He jogged out to the visitor parking lot to meet you.

Wow. You looked stunning. Well, you looked stunning all the time to him. But you’d gone all out for a Thursday. You were wearing the gray crop top paired with a flowy skirt. Despite your overall spring look, you wore very heavy looking boots. Thor decided not to question it. You knew the styles and he was just happy to be around you.

“Hey sunshine,” Thor smiled and leaned down to kiss you.

“Hey yourself,” You smiled when your lips separated.

“We have about an hour until everyone is done for the day, so what do you wanna do?” Thor offered you his arm.

“Well, my good man, now would be an excellent time to learn how to play Rocket League.” You squeezed his arm and leaned into his side while Thor guided you into the compound.

“I hope you are prepared to lose then my love, because I will show no mercy,” Thor laughed.

An hour later, you were doing a barefoot victory dance in the common area. You had picked up the game quickly. Thor wasn’t surprised if he was honest with himself. It seemed like everything you tried, you succeeded in. The confidence you had in yourself was something he hadn’t seen in himself in… well, a very long time. You just radiated.

Thor got up from the couch and wrapped his arms around you. The way your form melded with his made his blood turn hot. The soft curve of your body under his strong hand. You had told him many times how you loved the contrasts of him. How his soft stomach and strong leg were glorious. That was the word you’d used. Thor was pretty sure he’d never had his body described like that.

You clasped your hands behind his back and squeezed him. Thor kissed the top of your head.

“You are amazing,” he smiled down at you.

“Thank you, I know,” Stark walked into the common area.

Thor watched an instant change in your expression. You were angry. No, you looked ready to kill. That was new. He’d never seen you look at all angry. Annoyed sure, especially when he would leave Pop-Tart crumbs on your counter or didn’t pull his hair out of your shower drain, but never like this.

You put your shoes back on. Were you going to leave now? Oh gods, did you actually not want to know about this part of his life?

“Tony fucking Stark,” You glared and walked up to him.

“Well hello to you too,” He gave the signature Stark smirk.

The rest of the team was walking in when you brought your boot foot down onto Tony’s. It made sense now why you had put your shoes back on. Thor tried not to laugh as the shorter man winced and grabbed his foot.

“If you think it is okay to bully other people, we are gonna have a serious problem dude,” Your scowl deepened. “If I have to hear about the shit you’ve been pulling or saying to Thor or Rocket or Bruce or Clint again I will make you regret it.”

The team stared at you, while Thor couldn’t wipe the prideful grin off his face. You were defending him. His cute, soft, warm, ray of sunshine was threatening to burn Tony Stark.

“She’s a girl after your own heart Stevie,” Bucky broke the silence that followed your outburst.

You marched back over to Thor then and grabbed his hand. There were tears in your eyes now. As if the great show of force had wiped all the energy out of you and all that was left was the water pooling in the corner of your eyes. Everyone was still staring.

“Even when furious, she looks like she has glass skin,” Loki stepped away from the group and walked up to you.

“Nice to meet you Loki, you have great skin too,” You complimented him and to his surprise hugged him.

Thor wasn’t surprised by this. You were a hugger, just like him. He liked that about you as well. You greeted and hugged the rest of the Avengers with ease. Rocket, carefully after you shouted about your skirt, scurried up, and sat on your shoulder.

“Why are none of you as nice as her?” Rocket demanded. Mostly you just indulged the raccoon who would sometimes escape and follow Thor to your house. You said it was like having a talking pet, which was the coolest thing ever apparently.

“You've tried to steal my arm multiple times Rocket. I’m not letting you anywhere near my person.” Bucky frowned.

“Rocket steals things for me all the time,” You shrugged and jostled him.

“See she is nice. She gets me.”

“Do you still have my GoPro? I need it for an event I’m going to next week.” You looked up now to speak solely to Rocket.

If you felt the awkward tension in the room, you were ignoring it. Rocket talked and waved about while guiding you to his room on the compound. When you were out of earshot, Stark opened his big mouth.

“Does no one care that she stomped on my foot?”

No was the general consensus. Even from Steve. The group dispersed around the common area. Clint and Loki picked up the forgotten game while Nat pulled out her phone and lounged with Bucky.

“Tony, you have been going pretty hard on the teasing lately.” Steve wrapped an arm around Stark.

“I have not,” He countered.

“You have,” Nat didn’t look up from her phone.

“I’ve even noticed,” Loki jammed his fingers against the controller in his hand.

Before more discussion on Tony’s attitude continued, JARVIS interrupted the group to inform them that you and Rocket had broken into Thor’s room.

“Shit,” Thor sighed and walked towards his room.

It was a mess, he hadn’t even thought to clean because he was under no assumption you’d be staying here or have any real interest in seeing it. It was just two rooms; a living room and his bedroom. He recalled leaving Stormbreaker and Mjölnir somewhere in the living room, along with the rest of his armor. There had been a mission earlier in the week and he just didn’t have the energy to clear things up. Hopefully, Rocket wasn’t doing anything dangerous.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” Rocket shouted, and now the rest of the team was hot on his heels.

Great just what he needed, you getting hurt and everyone seeing his messy room.

“What?” You sounded fine.

“By the Norns,” Loki whispered and peered into the room.

You held Mjölnir like it was no more than one of your numerous makeup brushes. Gently, you placed the hammer back down, out of the way, and turned back to Rocket.

“I’m just moving a tripping hazard, find my shit bro.” You looked at Rocket expectantly.

“You just, you just, you,” he spluttered.

“My lady,” Thor’s voice boomed and a crack of lightning exploded outside.

“Hey dude, sorry I touched your stuff, Rocket said he had my favorite sunglasses in here,” you apologized and turned to face him in the doorway. You frowned a bit at the audience behind him.

“Oh come on,” Tony groaned behind them.

“Stevie, is she really just a lady version of you? Have you been hanging out with Strange?” Bucky laughed and clapped the super-soldier on his shoulder.

“I don’t understand,” you continued to shuffle around his mess with Rocket.

“You are worthy,” Thor beamed.

“Everyone is worthy, what are you talking about?” You tossed the words over your shoulder at the crowd.

“Do I look cool in this?” Rocket asked putting on Thor’s cape, attention already diverted.

“You look like a very confused Red Riding Hood.”

“Bah, that ain’t my vibe,” Rocket dropped the cape and started rummaging through the couch.

“Are these yours?” He asked.

“No, those are The Dude’s sunglasses. Mine are tortoiseshell.”

“You have sunglasses made from the shells of turtles?”

“No, it’s the style of the pattern on them.”

“I thought you were The Dude?”

“Anyone can be The Dude, you just gotta abide.”

“Hey Thor, can I have your eye patch?” the raccoon pulled it off a shelf he climbed on.

“No,” he tried to sound annoyed by his friend, but he was still trying to not explode with joy.

You were worthy. YOU are worthy. The hammer had decided. And you didn’t seem to think anything of it. Like it was totally natural to be able to lift a hammer forged from a dying star. This changed everything and nothing about how Thor felt about you. He knew he loved you. He knew that he could no longer imagine his life without you in it. But now, now he felt like he was somehow getting the approval of his father. Of all of Asgard to keep you. To have you be by his side for as long as you were willing.

“Here are these the ones?” Rocket tossed a pair of sunglasses down to you

“Yas, queen,” You laughed and placed the lenses on your face.

You turned back to the onlookers and smiled at Thor.

“More Rocket League?”

Chapter 3

The ring light blinded me when I turned it on. I looked at the secondary screen checking to make sure the whiteboard could be seen and that I wasn’t directly in the way. I also checked to make sure there wasn’t anything distracting in the background. It looked clear. I then looked at the table, triple checking I had my notes, my products, and my remote to stop the camera if necessary.

“Hey my dudes,” I waved at the camera. “Welcome to the new space! I know I’ve been a bit sketchy lately and took a load of time off a few months ago, but now, finally, I can give you all the dets of what’s been going on.”

I pulled out the massive framed diploma from under the table. It was so big it barely fit on my lap.

“I got my Ph.D.! I am now Dr. Odinson!” I beamed.

It had been a long time coming and I wouldn’t have ever done it without the support of Thor and the rest of the Avengers.

“Oh, and yeah that’s right. My name is Dr. Odinson now. Respect the title bitches. Please take a look at this carefully posed photo of me and Thor in New Asgard for the wedding,” I waved my hand where I would put the photo of Thor exploding the wedding cake in our faces later. “Big props to Rocket and Clint for taking the least attractive picture of me ever.”

I placed the diploma down.

“Anywho, we are here to talk about hair oils. I put out a poll on my insta last week requesting questions or concerns or thoughts you had on the topic, so let’s get into it.”

I went on to explain the science of hair growth, the different types of hair, how the environment can affect your hair, and then dove into the products. Discussing the different chemicals, how they react to your hair, and how they can react based on how you style it.

“If you take Thor, for example. His hair is so soft, but it’s damn long and he’s got a few dreadlocks. I had him test out an oil that would protect his hair from heat damage and frizziness. I also had him test out a beard oil because it’s Movember and we are an equal opportunity channel here. Either way, the texture of his beard is much coarser than his hair, so we tested out a moisturizing frizz control oil. I also had Steve, Bucky, Rocket, and Clint test the different oils out. So boys, what do you think?” I smiled and clicked the remote to turn on the second camera. I watched their image split the secondary screen.

“This is weird,” Steve spoke first.

“Don’t be rude, you do press conferences all the time,” Clint slapped him.

“I liked the hair oil you gave me, it made me extra soft and I’m less itchy,” Rocket jumped up and stroked his fuzzy arm into the boom mic. “You should be an ASMR channel.”

“Thanks, dude, but no thanks,” I shivered at the thought.

“I can’t report on the oil you gave me, wife. Loki stole it.”

“Did he now?” I looked around, “Loki, you can come out now. I know you are still upset with me.”

“As I well should be, I can’t believe you didn’t ask me to help you in the endeavor.” Loki materialized next to Rocket, squishing him into Clint.

Rocket flipped him and then jumped onto my lap.

“You have gotten heckon soft fam,” I scratch behind his ear.

“Told you,” He looked into the camera.

“I didn’t ask you Loki because you wouldn’t have been able to complete the full 15 day test run. I also know that the products you use in your hair aren’t readily available to the general public.”

“Also, when I asked you to be in my prank wars videos you said no,” Rocket pointed a claw at him.

“You wanted me to prank Bruce with you. I am not doing that.”

“A video that you can watch right now by the way,” Rocket waved his hands about like I’d throw a video link up in editing for him.

“Rocket, I said I would plug your prank show at the end. We need to get through the interview,” I squeezed his sides.

“Anyway, I thought the beard oil was great, but I think I used too much of the actual hair oil. I looked more greasy than Bucky did in the 30s.” Steve smirked.

“And may we now all take a moment of silence for the fallen Captain America,” Clint laughed.

After the interview part of the video, I went on to give the list of Men’s products that were featured and explained that all ad revenue this month would be going towards different men’s charities.

“And please go check out Rocket’s channel, where you can watch me-”

The building started to tremble and lights flickered off. I looked over to where the guys were sitting. Generators kicked on and JARVIS announced that a hostile force had just blown up a portion of the compound. Everyone was accounted for, but the Avenger’s were needed immediately to neutralize the situation.

Suddenly everyone was moving. I threw Rocket at Clint and they ran off with Steve while Loki dematerialized, gold horned helm already in place.

“Stay here,” Thor grabbed my face and kissed me goodbye.

Stormbreaker and his armor appeared in a flash and I was left standing in a room with a generator buzzing sound and only my own fears. This was this first time I’d ever experienced this side of what the Avengers actually do. The compound was always safe, people weren’t crazy enough to attack here. Or so we all thought. For the briefest moment, I thought everything was done. There was a disturbing silence.

The explosion knocked everything away, throwing me and the whiteboard to the side of the room. I coughed and saw blood dripping on the floor. Shit, shit, shit. I crawled out from under the whiteboard. There were two agents standing in the hole made by the explosion.

“Target found,” One spoke into a device.

“Acquiring now,” The other confirmed and raised a gun at me.

My hands shot into the air. I didn’t want to be shot. Every bit of self-defense Natasha had taught me just went out the window. Like fuck I could defend myself against a gun.

Or could I? We hadn’t really discussed the whole hammer thing, because I was pretty serious about not wanting Thor’s powers or responsibilities. I didn’t need a hammer to tell me I was worthy, I already knew I was. But I could maybe summon it? I had done it before, by accident when I had gotten in a heated argument with Bruce and Tony about some stupid chemistry shit that doesn’t matter right now because holy fuck I was about to be shot or worse.

“Please don’t shoot,” I tried to stall and think. “Whatever you want, just take it.”

I coughed again. The dust in the air made it hard for me to see. A red dot focused on my chest then there was another flash. Mjölnir was in my hand and I brought the hammer down. I struck the rubble around me, sending out a wave of lightning and energy. My attackers fell to the floor and twitched like I tasered them. Nice.

I watched Thor do this loads of times, surely I could do it. The hammer swung in a furious circle before I released it above my head. I covered my head as the weapon launched me into the air, through the ceiling and outside.

“Shit, fuck,” I grappled for the handle and it shot off somewhere behind the building, then through the walls of the crumbling compound.

A blast of hot electricity shot through my whole body. How the fuck did Thor every deal with this? I felt like I was going to die. Everything was suddenly very heavy and fuzzy. And I was back in the room with the two people I did not want to be with.

“Stupid hammer, why are we back here?” I shook Mjölnir.

Several bolts of lightning shot out of it and I cursed. The bolts struck the rubble surrounding me. Oh, this was not going to end well. I tried to back away from the assailants, only to slip and fall.

Cape. I slipped on a cape. Why did I have a cape? Where had my clothes gone? I looked over myself and saw I was wearing some kind of leather bodysuit, a breastplate that left my stomach exposed, some ridiculous skirt, and when I touched my face, I realized I was wearing a helmet as well. Jesus Christ, what have I done?

I pushed myself to sit up. The energy in my body was more alive and pumping than I thought possible.

“And who are you supposed to be?” A red dot centered on my chest plate.

“What have you done with Dr. Odinson?” A second dot joined to point at my metal armor.

I didn’t get a chance to answer as Stormbreak cut them in half. Blood splashed and four wet thumps hit the ground. Thor stood over the dead men before he turned to me. There were droplets of blood splattered across his face and beard. I should be disgusted by the carnage. I’d never seen Thor so predatorial or angry, and good lord was that hot.

“Let’s go, you need to get out of here before the whole building collapses,” Thor grabbed my hand and yanked me up.

He didn’t even take a second look at me. He just jogged out of the building and shot off in the air again. What the fuck was that? There was a deep creaking sound around me then and I rushed out of the building. The force of collapse caused me to fall and lose the helmet. A pair of strong arms were around me and pulling me again to stand up.

“WIFE,” Thor boomed, finally recognizing me.

“Really all it takes is a helmet?” I smirked and brought Mjölnir to rest on my shoulder.

“We... we are so gonna have a very long, deep conversation about this outfit,” Thor’s eyes raked over me, “but I need to get back to the battle now that I don’t need to search for you.”

I grabbed Thor’s beard and pulled him into a kiss.

“Can’t wait to chat,” I watched him walk back into the fray of battle.

Chapter 4

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sasukelore · 4 years

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Cockwarming with with todorki and bakugou? I love your work. -🧠

Summary ↳ NSFW, Some of the BNHA boys like to be kept warm. Cockwarming ensues.

Authors note ↳ Weewww another bnha hc? Yes. Don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about Naruto. I’ve been meaning to write these kinda hcs for months now, so I thought ‘why not go all out?’. I added Dabi and Hawks into the mix! Hope it’ll add some extra sizzle ✨ also for some reason the character headers are saying they’re explicit idkw LMAO I hope that doesn’t cause any problems or confusion!

Character(s) ↳ Dabi Todoroki Touya , Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Keigo Takami.

Warnings ↳ NSFW. Mentions of genitals, intercourse, kinky, cockwarming, degration.

Bakugou definitely uses cockwarming to tease and put you in your place. But that’s not to say he wouldn’t enjoy it... In fact, he might even overreact, just to see you writhe and whine still on his hardened member.

Move and you’re getting your head pushed into the pillows, a string of curses about how you should’ve listened to him, and that you don’t even deserve what happens next falling from Bakugou’s mouth

Bakugou can be rough as shown above, but he’s very attentive. If he sees you becoming too overstimulated, to where it doesn’t even feel good anymore, he might be a little concerned you’re really not enjoying yourself

He might try to vanilla things if that happens, if only just a little bit.

If you try to casually sink onto him, he’ll complain about what a brat you are sure, but his hands gripping your waist tells you something else

Bakugou loathes when you think you’ve gotten one over on him. Don’t go thinking you’re better than him, stubborn Baku will bite back a raspy groan just for that- Which is exactly what you want not to happen

His little noises have your legs twitching and the slick of your arousal running down your thighs, right down onto his.

He knows what it does to you, and that’s one of the ways he’ll take back control in the situation.

Your hips will be unexpectedly jerking, because fuck, he’s got his hand around your little throat, telling you to shut up, and that he thought you were suppose to be teasing him. You weren’t doing a very good job were you?

He’s boisterously laughing at you. Bakugou your superiority complex is showing 😌😩

But all of a sudden he’s mad at you, because yeah you’re really hot on top of him like this...

Huffing and puffing. He doesn’t want you to get off but he doesn’t wanna fuck you just yet. Just wants to savor the moment for a little while

It’ll be up to you to recognize that, and to rest your head on his shoulder, nails lightly scratching his biceps

Overall, the experience will bring out the bipolar in Bakugou. You never know what you’re gonna get with this man, but I cant say that any of the consequences will have you regretting anything.

Oh. Boy. Will tease you until the day you die.

Dabi would be very amused at you, if you initiated. He’d definitely indulge you, letting you take this as far as you planned.

Don’t take advantage of his graciousness though. The atmosphere can change in an second, and Dabi will have you pinned instead.

But it’s not like he would move or anything... No, you started the game and he wants to play it out.

Oh but you wanna cum? Bad girls don’t get to, but he supposes he can make an exception. Only if you do what he says though.

Dabi’s sweet condescending demeanor frenzies little whimpers to vibrate your throat and move your sweet pretty lips

You’re practically apologizing to this man? Intimidation is radiating of his scarred skin and you’re practically shaking. Which of course, only eggs his attitude on further

Dabi is definitely a clit player. Loves to lazily flick your click right to left back and forth. He’ll do it until you’re overstimulated and until you have tears in your eyes.

Dabi will get aggressive if you relentlessly disrupt the peace by rolling your hips.

Tugging your head by your hair and pulling roughly, all while he has a bored look on his face. He’s unfazed by your brattiness.

Be prepared for warnings, because he’s using his quirk to amplify the pain when he slaps your ass.

It’s really up to you, A have purple burn marks for a couple of weeks, or B, be a good little girl and stay still. Who knew it would be this hard

He’ll love to drawl out his little pet names for you, straight into your ear. Making sure it’s more breathy than normal, you’ll make out doll and sugar emitting from his scarred chapped lips

Shouto is the only one who uses cockwarming casually on a regular basis. While studying, working, maybe even eating, as you fall asleep, etc

He’s so touched starved, he borderline obsesses over wanting you so intimately close to him.

Don’t get me wrong, Shouto respects your space. But if you don’t stop him, he’s pulling you right in front of his lap, and gestures to get on. And who would deny him seriously 😭

He’s so soft. His arms are wrapped around your torso, and his cheek is being nuzzled into your neck

Expect him to be extra extra gentle with you. Kissing your forehead and lightly humming a nursery rhyme

Yeah, really only likes it because of how close he’s able to get to you.

He won’t ever use it as a punISHment or to tease, because of how much he genuinely likes it.

This baby gets so pure istg. He’ll rub your back and ask you about your day, how pretty you look, or if you’re hungry

But sometimes this does lead to actual sex, because he mind as well right?

His mouth opens with a low moan, and if you look closely you can see drool slipping from the corners of his lips

And if you’re falling asleep on him he’ll grasp your hips to grind down on him, just to keep you awake

Shouto is literally the most blunt person when it comes to asking you. Has no shame. Might even ask you in public if you wanna sit on him when you get home

Your back will be arching for this man as he takes your hardened buds on your chest, and delicately swirls his wet tongue in circles.

He lovesss to experiment with it. Making every move he can, just to see the pretty faces you make in reaction.

Love bites will be sprawled out all over your chest and shoulders and collar bones. He won’t get tired of it at all.

The problem with him, is that he will literally try to stick his dick in you anywhere and everywhere.

Don’t sit on his lap in public.... literally don’t. He knows what he’s doing too.The thought of someone seeing you being filled up gives him a sloppy smile and a sadistic laugh.

He’s definitely more of a gentle teaser, but he loves giving his little bird praises as you cry out his name and beg for him to move

“But that defeats the whole purpose? Have some patience for me, ok baby bird?” he says with a smile on his face, seeming unbothered. But his cock is twitching inside of you and his breath is raspy and without rhythm

Lowkey, he doesn’t take you seriously! You’re just so damn cute! Keigo teases you about it regularly. His little play thing, all nice and ready for him.

He pats your head with an endearing smile as you, whine about how he’s not being fair, and how he’s being mean. And to do something already.

He’ll focus on your doughy walls and groan at the warmness throbbing on his cock. He’ll pinch your clit, might even slap it, making you clench and unclench around him

And even after you both finish, he still remains inside of you as his places sloppy kisses all over your shoulders and neck

He’s the biggest tease here and he’ll never give you a break. He’s such a sadist with you, but he knows you love it.

He knows how much you like him calling you baby bird, a song bird, an endearing ‘nugget’ (which will make you giggle)

He’ll use his feathers to send shivers through your body. Feathering your nipples, playing with your hair and brushing it behind your ear. He’ll make them so they won’t even leave you alone, always there, even if it’s annoying you.

Sometimes he’ll get really personal when you’re with him, on him. He’ll say in a faint voice how you make him feel alive, how much he loves you in much more fainter tone. It’s almost a whisper as he traces little shapes onto the lower of your back.

He’ll get super serious when he’s on the verge of sleep. Being with you like this calms him.

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Green with Envy

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Spencer gets green with envy over something reader can’t control angering reader- hot and heavy makeup sex ensues.

A/N: hey guys 🥺 this is my sixth fic for my 1250 follower celebration and this is a day late- thank you to everyone who was super nice and considerate about me pushing this off till today- I was having a super hard time emotionally last night and I needed some time to myself. Again thanks so so much- this is based off of a combination of this request and this request for jealous Spencer. Also part two to Dr. Jekyll will be out tonight or tomorrow depending on if I can finish it- still a little bit behind schedule from me pushing this off last night. Thanks for reading 🥺

Warnings: 18+, Someone’s harassing reader at work, Spencer is a jerk at first I promise he apologizes, Unprotected sex, Oral sex (F receiving)

Main Masterlist Word Count: 2.1k

“Could you go and check case evidence? And bring the detective with you.” Hotch had approached me, giving me orders for the next step to take in the team’s investigation. I accepted them with no discernible dissent in my voice towards Hotch, even though I would have rather stayed with Spencer working on the geographical profile. Especially since the detective had not taken my subtle hints of turning him down when he flirted with me. Unfortunately like many of these instances it was just easier to keep my mouth shut rather than cause problems with the police department we were liaising with. Though I still did know if I’d I had told Hotch he would’ve understood and changed it with a drop of a hat. it was still just easier to not say anything and power through the case, however sad and disappointing it was.

The detective had been hot on my heels ever since we had touched down here. At first it had been endearing and I just carefully let him down, saying a simple no to coffee.

I was sure he got the impression that if he ‘convinced me’ more he’d get me to say yes. I hadn’t told him until later that I had a boyfriend because it hadn’t been his business. I had only told him with a snippy tone in frustration when he would not let up. Unfortunately for me again he seemed to take it as a sign of ‘playing hard to get’ and did not stop his pursuits. I should probably tell Hotch about it before I punch him in the nose.

I was frustrated and annoyed, plus basically every other negative feeling in the book. I just wanted to be alone, or with Spencer.

When I finally got time to slip out of the room for a breather I scampered my way over to where my boyfriend was as he always gave me some sort of solace.

Unfortunately, it seems like the universe was against me this week.

Spencer’s eyes usually held not one ounce of anger, especially not towards me. When he flashed me a glare I got a little angry myself. What had I done to face the wrath of the genius? His demeanor towards me wasn’t doing anything to squash my bad feelings as it normally did, right now it was just fueling the flames.

I decided to just ask him upfront after a third glare was flashed in my direction instead of dancing around the issue any more, we did have a job to do, “Hey- Spencer, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” His tone was clipped and sharp, sharp enough that it felt like it could cut me.I wouldn’t have been that surprised if it did. It was obvious that ‘nothing’ was not true, there was obviously something going on.

I decided to ask again just to be sure, though there was definitely a possibility I was going to be snapped at again, “Are you sure?”

The harsh glare I was given was more piercing than the previous ones, cutting me deep.

“Yes, I’m sure!” Was whispered shouted at me along with the glare. It took every fiber of my being not to snap his head off even harsher than what he had done to me. Blinking back tears I got up and stormed off, completely done with the day- with this case. I just wanted to put this case behind me, putting it in the files to never be thought about by me again.

—

When we got to the hotel, after we were finished for the day, there was an eerie silence that fell over us. The silence only held for a moment as we stared at each other. I wasn’t going to speak before he was and if it wasn’t an apology I didn’t know if I had the energy left in me to say anything back.

I had ended up telling Hotch what had been going on with the detective, it had become too much for it to be reasonable to brush off (though in a perfect world brushing off someone like that wouldn’t be a reality but that’s just a daydream of mine I guess)

I stood at the other side of the room for a minute waiting to see if he’d say anything or if we’d be dancing around each other like this for the rest of the night.

He ran his hands through his hair a few times, looking like he was trying to collect his thoughts and sat down on one of the beds in the room. I wondered also if I’d be slipping into the second untouched bed by the window tonight.

“I-I’m so sorry.” My only response at first was a slight hum from the back of my throat while I processed my own thoughts. He seemed sincere, I wanted to believe he was sincere that is.

“Sorry for what?” On the ride back to the hotel, once my irritation towards his attitude had somewhat satiated in the cool silence of the car, I had figured out what he had been bothered by. Spencer wasn’t all that hard to read once I got to know him. However, I wasn’t going to provide the reason for it, I still wanted to hear the reasoning from his own mouth.

“I was envious- jealous of you and the detective today.”

“You were envious?” Being green with envy wasn’t something that Spencer had ever expressed in our relationship before. Being envious- or jealous as most people would call it could be something to be played with in a relationship. It’s an emotion to be delicately handled otherwise the relationship could be filled with possessiveness and aggression.

Spencer was for sure out of line earlier today, he was certainly right when he said I’m sorry.

But, since he had said sorry and that I could tell he was sincere, maybe there was still a chance to play with the delicate emotion in a way that would not crack the foundation. Plus the added fact that I didn’t need to ask for an apology was comforting. There was no need for a fight when the person at fault admitted it. And, in time I’m sure when our relationship has had more time to build a larger foundation, those feelings of envy would not be so easily provoked— unless of course if it was time to play with those delicate emotions.

“Y-yeah, I was getting mad that I wasn’t the one that you were with today. A-and- I also didn’t like that the detective wouldn’t stop flirting with you…” His stuttered apology wasn’t what I was totally paying attention to, though don’t get me wrong I did appreciate it. What I was focused on was how much I wanted to claim him, to show him how much I was just as much as he was mine.

“Well, I’m glad you apologized, I accept it and I understand where you were coming from- plus the case hasn’t been easy on any of us. Just don’t ever do something like that again, please.” Spencer’s shoulders slumped from a sigh and an added nod, relaxing from my words after being tense with anxiety. Sauntering over to him after I had accepted his apology with one plan in mind made my panties wet with anticipation. When I straddled his lap his eyes blew wide, not expecting these turn of events. I grabbed the back of his hair, not too harshly, just enough to get a firm grip to tilt his hair back while I spoke into the shell of his ear, “And, now I’d like to show you how much I belong to you— and it’s just as much as you belong to me.”

Instead of getting an intelligible response from Spencer all I got was a moan, not that I was complaining. While I captured his lips in a breathless kiss I began to grind my hips down onto him in slow circles, giving him a taste of what’s to come.

He surrendered to my dominance in the kiss almost immediately, letting me guide him in any way I wanted him to go. As I rocked my hips over the bulge in his slacks I could feel it grow harder underneath me, I couldn’t wait to free it from its confines. I made sure to mark up his neck with as many hickies that made me satisfied- plus I let him give a few to me as well.

His submission underneath me wasn’t something that I was unused to. This time seemed to be a little different however.

I couldn’t place my finger on what exactly was different, maybe it was that we were so desperate for each other that the clothes practically melted off- which was a lot quicker than how we normally took our pace.

“Can I show you how good I can be for you, Miss?” His eyes were wide and begging, there was no way I could refuse a face like that.

That was how I ended up riding his face, with no hesitation in sight from him. All he wanted to do was to please and he was greedy for it. Even after I had started to pull up off of him after I had already had a shattering orgasm he pulled his hands down onto my hips to have me writhing on top of him im overstimulation. I could’ve punished him for it, but it felt too good to punish.

I was going to make sure he was ready too, possibly by taking him into my mouth for a bit, which I loved to do. However, his little whimpered out pleads about how much he wanted to feel me were just as hard to ignore as the previous pleas. It was hard to say no to a face that looked so pretty when he begged.

I sunk down on him slowly, at least letting myself relish in that feeling for a bit before Spencer would undoubtedly coax me into a faster pace because of how desperate he was. My own desperation wasn’t too far behind to be honest.

When I took him down fully to the hilt I only let myself feel the weight of him inside me for a moment before I started to roll my hips to create a rhythm. The pace I created was just as everything else up until this point had been, desperate.

While I bounced on him I had become unsatisfied with the amount of marks I had left on him before, diving into his neck to pepper them with hickies not really considering the fact that we had to go to work tomorrow. At least he still had that concealer he bought when we first started dating.

Seems that Spencer could not seem to think of it either as in between my ravishing of his neck and upper chest he’d also been getting in his fair share of marks. His were more centered at my chest, he’d been making sure my boobs were not neglected.

My second orgasm washed over me when Spencer brought up his fingers to rub my clit in quick circles. When my pace began to stutter in their movements as I rode myself through my orgasm while trying to help Spencer reach his, his hands came up to my hips to help aid me. Once my pleasure had partially abated I began to focus on his.

“Come on, sweet boy, you’ve shown me how good you are, now I want you to cum for me.”

His eyes rolled back into his head at my words, close to falling off the edge. I grabbed both of his hands interlinking them together and pinned them to the bed to help push him towards his release. A high pitched whine came up from his throat and he fell over the edge, cumming inside me.

We stayed together like that for a bit while we were both coming down from our highs. For a while there was only silence between us as we basked in each other's presence until I decided to make a joke.

“Are you no longer green with envy?” I simpered a bit at him, teasing him just a little as I started to even out my breath some whileI also traced all the marks I had left on him. I was teasing him about the events of today, but I’m reality that horrible detective was far from my mind- it was just Spencer and I. I’d have to see later while looking in the mirror what marks he had also left on me to claim me just as much as I had done to him.

His nose scrunched up at me and he giggled, his giggles were my favorite sound. When I first heard it I knew I would become addicted to pulling little giggles out of him as often as I could. In an uncharacteristic comeback through giggles Spencer then said, “No you kinda fucked it out of me.”

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phonophobia ~ scenario

a/n: this phobia sucks. so I naturally thought to make a scenario for it lol

∫ pairing: bakugou x reader

∫ warnings: triggered by loud sound, crying, fluff

∫ word count: 1k+

Was this a stupid idea? Yeah. Did you regret it? Nope Yes. Currently you were sitting on the sofa in the common room after having agreed with Mina that everyone should get together to watch a horror movie since it was spooky month. It wasn’t even halfway through the movie and you were already resisting the urge to tug your blanket over your head so you didn’t have to watch the ensuing jump scares that were bound to happen.

Did you forget to mention that you were terrified of scary movies? Well, terrified may be a little too dramatic. But you hate loud noise, so pop out parts always threw you for a loop. Do you cry? Do you vault over the couch and run away? Maybe throw your blanket over the TV? The possibilities were endless; though, you kind of hoped not to do the first option, since you were sitting right next to Bakugou, and you definitely did not want to subject him to the horror that is your crying face.

Surprisingly everyone turned up to Mina’s little impromptu Halloween movie night. You were sure at least Iida would have skipped out but he’s as dutiful as ever, claiming that it was his job as class president to attend all class get togethers. At least that’s what you thought he said. You stopped listening half-way through his enthusiastic speech. Even more surprisingly is that Bakugou agreed to join in. You had a sneaking suspicion he was just here to enjoy the fear in his classmates and the gore of the movie but what did you care? Other than the fact that you like him but we don’t need to talk about that.

The couch was full as well as the floor. You were sat between Kaminari and Bakugou, who was at the end of the couch. Since the start of the movie, everyone has been inching closer together in fear. You included, though you didn’t notice it was Bakugou that you were scooting closer to. That was until a jump scare came up and you jerked, accidentally bumping his shoulder. Quickly looking at him you hastened out an apology before scooting away as best you could. He just grunted in reply before turning back to the movie.

Your face heated up in embarrassment before the movie drew you back in until the next jump scare. How in the hell can people watch this without getting scared? Well, Todoroki seemed to be managing just fine, you thought dryly. His eyes were watching the screen but his facial expression never changed from his normal one that he always had on. He must be superhuman. Even though technically he is. Actually, you all were. So, you couldn’t really use that as an excuse now that you think about it.

Shaking your head to rid your thoughts you glanced at some of the others in the room to see how they were faring. Mina and Kiri were squished together, the latter's face hiding slightly behind Mina’s head. An amused grin danced across your lips at the couple. Your grin dropped when you spotted Mineta trying to press up against Asui, though it quickly returned when she shoved him away, right into Shoji, who proceeded to pick him up and toss him out of the room. Iida, Midoriya, and Uraraka were also sitting close together. Iida tried to keep a straight face but you could see the fear hidden behind his façade. Sero and Kaminari were holding onto each other for dear life. You snorted softly at the spectacle. Finally, you worked up the courage to look to your side at resident boom boy. As you turned your head you almost immediately whipped it back around, wide eyes returning to the movie. Bakugou had been looking right at you when you made eye contact. Dear lord, why? Why must you keep embarrassing yourself like this? Oh boy if only you knew.

As you let yourself relax after your ridiculous reaction you stayed attentive to the movie from then on, not noticing the red eyes that would occasionally glance your way. As the story got more intense you found yourself completely immersed. So immersed, in fact, that you didn’t see the next jump scare coming, and when it did ~whew~ it reminded you of why you didn’t do this type of thing in the first place.

Screams burst out from various classmates, some pouncing onto the people next to them. This particular scene was paired with an extremely loud and sudden BANG sound. Said sound causes you to leap back into your seat, curling up slightly as tears formed unwillingly in your eyes. The noise was prolonged, so you covered your ears as tears started trailing down your face. It felt like your heart was trying to beat right out of your body. This is such an annoying fear, you thought angrily as tears still continued to pour from your eyes.

Not even a second later you felt muscular arms wrap around you, pulling you into a lap. Your eyes popped open in shock, jerking your head up to meet a pair of red eyes. Bakugou was looking at you with concern, though he also looked kind of angry so you may be wrong. Wait, what are you even thinking right now? He just pulled you onto his lap!

He reached up and wiped your tears, albeit a little aggressively, before tugging your head and smushing it against his chest. Honestly, you’re okay with not receiving oxygen. Who needs it anyways? You finally registered that you were still crying. It usually takes a couple of minutes for the effects of the fear to wear off enough for you to stop so you decided to just roll with it. In a moment of bravery, you curled up in Bakugou’s lap, wrapping your arms tightly around the arm that was previously used to smash your face against his rock-hard chest. What was this guy's routine? He tensed beneath you but relaxed after a couple of seconds, bringing his other hand up to awkwardly pat your head. You would have laughed if you still weren’t feeling the adrenaline.

After your tears subsided and you fully relaxed against Bakugou, you pulled away to look at him.

“Thank you.”

Your voice was no more than a whisper, so only he would hear it. Surprisingly, you didn’t seem to disturb anybody with your crying. Well, the movie was up pretty loud.

His eyes searched yours before looking away, what looked like a blush darkening his cheeks.

“Don’t worry about it.”

You felt a tap on your leg. Turning, you saw that it was Mina that had tapped you. Kiri was also watching the exchange. Tilting your head, you gave her a questioning stare.

She looked guilty as she whispered, “I’m sorry! I forgot to warn you about this part.”

So, someone did notice. You smile softly at her.

“Don’t worry. I’m okay.”

Her eyes flitted to Bakugou before meeting yours again. This time her voice was slightly teasing.

“Yes, I can see that.”

Giggling, she turned back to the movie, shuffling closer to Kiri as he flashed you a gentle smile before he turned back to the movie as well.

Huffing out a quiet laugh you turn back to Bakugou, making a move to get off of his lap. You didn’t want to overstay your welcome.

“I’m sorry, I’ll just move.”

Before you could move any further, Bakugou’s arms wrapped around you again, this time keeping you in his lap.

“S’fine.”

You looked up at him in surprise. This time he met your stare without turning away, though he was still blushing.

“You sure?”

He just raised an eyebrow at you, his look saying everything.

“Right, yeah, you’re sure.”

Without another word you curled up in his lap again, his arms staying wrapped around you. This time he was less tense about the affection. He even went so far as to start rubbing your back softly every once and awhile.

You decided that despite what just happened, you would still watch the movie since the plot was actually interesting. This time you just used Bakugou as a personal shield when the pop out parts showed up, peeking out from behind his arm that you brought up to cover your face. His beefy arm worked great for a face cover. Who knew?

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whump-a-la-mode · 3 years

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Villainsicle | Part 12

At long last... comfort. Villain deserves it and I am so sorry to them and to every reader of this story.

Sorry that this took so long. I got sick (not COVID) and work kicked my ass, but at long last, it is here!

Counselor tries to help Villain take a bath, but ends up forcing them to confront a buried fear. Comfort ensues.

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Villain struggled.

Well, perhaps it was less of a struggle. Struggling had a purpose, a clear drive and direction. Villain’s erratic movements had neither-- they could be perhaps described more succinctly as twitching. Erratic twitching, their hands balling and unballing to fists, their muscles tightening for reason unknown. Not all at once, but periodically.

It wasn’t a nightmare, Counselor was certain of that. Nightmares were fast, coming on all at once in a wave of panic. There was no panic in Villain’s movements, just stress. Muscles and nerves wound as taut as they could be.

They considered waking them. Trying to comfort them. But there would be little point in that. Not when they would simply be waking up to a cold hospital room, experiencing just as much stress in wakefulness as they had in sleep.

So, Counselor waited. They prepared, all while watching Villain, ensuring that they stayed steady. That they were okay.

In the end, getting the bath ready took almost an hour. Inherently, it didn’t have to. By all logic, they could have simply turned on the water and awoken Villain. They would have been cleaned all the same. But that wasn’t what this was about, not entirely.

So, they prepared. The base had only one bathtub in it, and, more than luckily, it was far better than they ever could have asked for. It had originally been acquired for use by Engineer-- Leader’s spouse-- who, as a wheelchair user, found getting into a tub far more convenient than configuring a shower chair.

Of course, Engineer never went for the bare minimum. If there was something they could tinker with, they wouldn’t hesitate for a moment. Thus, the tub now possessed as many handles and supports as could possibly fit, not to mention the filtration system designed to keep the water temperature consistent practically indefinitely. It was the latter that allowed Counselor as much time as they needed.

In the end, once the tub was filled with sufficiently warm water, the bathroom had become littered with towels, rags, and as many combs as were in storage. Not to mention enough soap to clean a warehouse.

It was only when all that was gathered, when the water temperature was perfect, when everything was ready, that Counselor awoke Villain.

They opened the door to their hospital room, doing so as slowly and carefully as they could manage. They walked across the tile to their patient’s bedside in the same manner, taking care not to disturb them.

Villain’s hands clenched into fists as they fought against the fabric restraints holding them down. It wasn’t a conscious movement, but it was nerve wracking nonetheless.

They reached forward, flinching back for a moment as Villain twitched again, before placing their hand on their shoulder. Gently, they shook their shoulder, speaking:

“Hey, hey. Hey, can you get up for me?”

After a moment, Villain’s eyelids fluttered, before finally opening. Their eyes stared out, unfocused, before coming together to gaze up at Counselor. The latter put on the kindest smile they could manage.

“Good morning.” They chirped. Villain blinked a few more times, their eyelids seeming awfully heavy. Counselor felt bad about waking them, but they hadn’t exactly been having a restful sleep.

Again, the patient blinked. At last, their eyes focused.

The bedframe was struck with such force that Counselor could practically feel it, just from proximity. They leapt back, only to hear the sound again as Villain yanked once more at their wrist restraint. A thousand images flashed back in their mind-- images of buildings collapsing, of server rooms exploding into shrapnel and smoke. Images of what Villain used to represent in their mind. Aggression and destruction.

Their heart skipped a beat, before its beating increased considerably in speed.

Villain was a villain. At least, they were at some point.

Counselor took a moment, fighting to steady their breathing, before returning to the bedside. Though loath to admit it, the restraints on Villain’s wrists made them feel far better.

“Hey, hey, Villain.” They did their best to return their smile to their face. Villain had stopped struggling, but their fists remained balled. “It’s okay. Hey, you’re okay.”

A pair of nervous eyes turned to them. At least, they thought that expression to be nervousness.

“Are you okay?” They spoke, slightly louder this time-- perhaps Villain simply couldn’t hear.

In an instant, Villain shrunk back onto the bed, their gaze darting away.

“I’m sorry for waking you up. Are you feeling okay?”

After a brief pause, Villain nodded, though they didn’t seem all too convinced. Counselor supposed that that was all they were going to get.

“Okay. Medic is busy today, so I’m going to be taking care of you today. I ran a bath for you. Do you want to take a bath?”

They almost opened their mouth, before going back, firmly pressing their lips together.

“It’s okay. You can talk. Do you want to talk a bath?”

“Okay.”

It wasn’t a very committal response, but they needed a bath. The dirt and tears streaked on their face were certainly only the beginning of it-- the rest simply covered by their hospital gown.

“Do you think you can walk?”

“Yes.”

Counselor hated just how much they hesitated as they reached for the restraints. Still, nervous or not, they were doing this. They undid the straps, letting them dangle from the bedframe. They placed an arm around Villain’s back, expecting to having to help them up, but they turned out to need minimal aid to do so. They did, on the other hand, need some help to get to their feet.

They could help but furrow their brow. When they’d arrived, Villain had been sick, sure, but at least had some strength. How had they gotten worse?

“Okay, the bath is just a few doors down. You can lean on me if you need.”

They just nodded. The two moved to the door, yet when Counselor reached for the handle, Villain froze. Even as the door opened, they refused to take another step, or so much as budge.

Counselor frowned, holding the frightened person closer to themself, practically whispering:

“It’s okay. Medic is all the way on the other side of the building. They’re asleep.”

That seemed to do the trick. Villain moved forward. The bath was only a few doors outside of the medical wing, and as they entered the room, the sheer warmth in the air was palpable. Counselor closed the door behind them, before helping Villain over to a wall and releasing their hold on them. They didn’t seem to need to lean on the wall at the moment, but they figured that it couldn’t hurt.

“I have some clean clothes for you when we’re done. Um, I don’t have to look, if you don’t want.”

“It’s fine.” Villain muttered-- the first real complete thought they had spoken so far.

“Okay. Take your time.”

They nodded. At some point, they had changed from their normal clothes to a hospital gown of sorts. It wasn’t exactly a complicated garment, but taking it off took a moment-- on account of Villain’s nervous, shaking hands. Still, they managed, hanging the gown over a towel rack.

“The bath is all ready, then. Whenever you’re ready.”

Villain nodded again, seeming intent on doing little more than agreeing. They approached the side of the bathtub, stared at the water, and broke.

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The washing room was cold.

That was what Villain had always thought of the room as, anyways. The washing room. A structure with concrete walls and a metal floor that dipped every few feet to allow for a drain to be embedded in it. Whatever else it was used for, they didn’t know.

But, to them, it was the washing room.

They kept their head low, staring down at their wrists pressed firmly against the floor, just ahead of their folded knees. At some point, days or perhaps decades ago, their wrists would be secured to the flooring for their baths. Now, they knew better. They knew it was easier not to struggle.

By all accounts, they should have gotten used to it. Regardless of Trainer’s other... behaviors, they were dedicated to keeping their Assets well taken care of. That meant a bath, every day of every week of every month of every year of every millennia.

Their head swam.

They wished they could get used to it. To the cold metal floor, and the chill in the air. But they couldn’t.

For a split second, they heard a valve unlatch and water flow through a hose. Next thing they knew, the ice struck them, biting at every inch of exposed skin, tearing and breaking.

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With an almost robotic suddenness, Villain’s arms jerked upwards, wrapping around their torso. A horrible shiver ran up their spine, spreading to the rest of them as well. Their teeth clenched together, their jaw quivering, their eyes gazing somewhere else, somewhere that wasn’t in the room.

“Villain? Hey, hey. It’s okay. You’re okay, you can take as much time as you need, you-”

None of the words reached them. They had left the bathroom as soon as they had looked into the water.

Again, they shivered.

For a moment, Counselor looked at them, mind spinning but running on empty. In this state, touching them probably wouldn’t do much good. They looked so cold...

Counselor’s gaze moved to the bathtub.

From one of their piles of rags, they clutched a piece of fabric, saturating it with the warm water filling the tub. As gently as they could manage, they draped the warm thing over the back of Villain’s neck, letting water droplets dribble down their exposed back.

Villain blinked, their eyes once again fixating on something real.

“Are you alright?”

They nodded.

“Are you sure?”

Another nod.

“The water is warm. It’s okay. I promise. Do you want to get in?”

“Yes.”

“Do you need any help?”

Villain shook their head as the rest of their body experienced one last shiver. They stepped into the water first, one foot after the other. The nonslip pad firmly secured to the bottom of the tub ensured that they had no issues sitting down. For a second, they seemed almost instinctively to kneel, before they moved to a sort of sitting position instead. They held their knees to their chest, as if trying to conserve warmth.

That hardness, that tension in their muscles, only seemed to stay for a moment. Then, like dye dissolving in water, it seemed to slowly dissipate. Not gone, but lessened.

It was working.

“I’m just going to try to get some dirt off of you, okay? If you ever want me to stop, just say so. Is that okay?”

“Yeah.”

Their voice, too, seemed to have relaxed, just ever so slightly, as if their vocal cords themselves had been tense beforehand.

Counselor began.

Had this been a regular bath, simple soap and water would have easily sufficed. This, however, was not a normal bath.

Sweat and tears and general filth had managed to accumulate over their skin, carving dark marks throughout. Blooming from their chest, as well, a half-healed scar was surrounded by dried blood that had been there for far too long.

With a small pitcher, they took water from the tub, pouring it over Villain’s body and rubbing with a washcloth. Their movements were gentle, as much as they could make them, and it seemed that wherever their washcloth moved, tension would dissolve like snow under sunlight.

It was in that manner that they cleaned the dirt, the tears and the sweat, the blood and the muck. The bathwater threatened at points to turn brown, but such attempts were quickly thwarted by the filter that continued to run with its subtle background flicking sound.

After several minutes of this (or, probably, more like half an hour), Counselor felt that enough tension had dissipated that, just maybe, Villain would be able to talk back. And they certainly had a lot to talk about. Without stopping their cleaning, they spoke, their voice blending in with the subtle movement of the water:

“How are you feeling, Villain?”

“The water is warm.” It was almost slurred.

““Does it feel nice?”

“Yeah.”

Counselor took a new washcloth, wetted it, and moved it to Villain’s cheek, carving a patch of cleanliness through a lifetime of dirt. They leaned into the touch.

“Were you scared, earlier?”

“I... I think so.”

“Do you want to talk about why you were scared.”

“I- Um, I don’t... I don’t like baths.”

“Do you know why that is?”

Some of that tension returned, in their neck.

“I don’t know.”

“That’s okay.” Counselor smiled. “Do you like this bath?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m glad.”

Villain hummed something, but if it was meant to be words, the message didn’t get across.

“Villain?”

“Mhm?”

“How have you been feeling, recently?”

“Um... I’ve been feeling fine.”

“You don’t have to be formal with me.” Taking care to avoid their eye, Counselor drew the washcloth between the bridge of Villain’s nose and the corner of their eyelid. They couldn’t help but feel that the marks, here, were mostly from tears. “You can tell me how you’re really feeling. I want to help.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve been feeling... sick.”

“Yeah. I think that’s why they moved you to the medical wing.”

“I don’t want to be there.”

“I know.” Counselor gave a sympathetic frown. “The sooner you get better, though, the sooner you can get out of there.” They put down their washcloth, picking the pitcher up once more. With one hand, they pushed the Villain’s bangs back, protecting their face at the same time. With the other, they poured a steady stream of water onto their hair. “What has the sickness been like? Is it like a cold?”

“No. It’s not a cold.”

“What is it like?”

“Like... Like I’m tired. And cold.”

“All the time?”

“Yeah.”

“When did you start feeling like that?”

Villain looked to Counselor, for the first time making direct, sustained eye contact. Counselor took a handful of shampoo, beginning to lather it into their hair. Again, they leaned into the touch as if it was their lifeline.

“Counselor?”

“Yeah?”

“Medic is making me sick.”

They finished their lathering, pouring another pitcher of water of their hair, washing the soap out into the tub below.

“Medic is making you sick?”

“Mhm.”

“How... How are they making you sick?”

“The food. They’re putting something in the food.”

Counselor felt like freezing, but knew that doing so would send Villain back to hiding in their proverbial corner. With their hair clean, they moved to rubbing soap over the rest of the skin, which had now been marginally cleaned off.

“Villain.” They frowned, again. “Do you have any special dietary requirements? Or do you need any medications?”

“No.”

Counselor pursed their lips into a thin line as they rubbed a thin film of white soap onto Villain’s shoulder blades.

“Medic told me that you needed special food. That it was the kind of thing that needed a doctor’s care.”

Villain nodded, a single hand balling into a fist.

“They’re making me sick.”

They finished rubbing the soap along their back, and briefly washed their hands on a cloth before picking the pitcher back up to finish rinsing.

“I believe you.”

“Y- You do?”

Warm water ran down their front.

“I do. And when we’re done here, we’re going to get you some real food. Then I’m going to give Medic a piece of my fucking mind.”

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