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Peter Pan x Reader x Felix Fandom: OUAT Summary/Prompt: could you do a poly imagine with peter pan and felix? Note: Oof, it has been so frickin long since I’ve written anything for this blog, but college has been killing me. I get out later this month, so expect more content then. I’ve also been working on a fantasy novel….so keep your eyes peeled for that. Warnings: Mentions of blood? Word Count: 586

“I am FINE.” You tried to convince Peter’s skeptical face. He wasn’t buying it, obviously. The sword fight with Hook and his crew hadn’t exactly been pretty, and you’d gotten perhaps the worst of it, leaving your boyfriends worried. Currently, Pan was carrying you against his chest while Felix tried to clear out the Lost Boys standing in front of the medic tent.

“Get out of the way! Move!” He was rougher with them than you would have liked, but you weren’t in any position to tell him how to treat the younger boys.

“You don’t look fine, love.” Peter whispered, setting you down on the cot in there. Once Felix had shut the curtains and kept out the onlookers, their true natures came to the surface, Pan’s features softening noticeably, as did Felix’s. Now that they didn’t have to worry about keeping up their reputations, they were back to being the boys that had stolen your heart instead the leaders of the lost boys.

“How bad does it hurt?” Felix asked, pushing a box closer to the cot so he could sit and hold your hand while Peter worked his magic.

“It’s just a scratch.” You grimaced as Peter lifted your shirt to reveal the gaping wound.

“Just a scratch my ass.” Peter shook his head, assessing the damage. In his years, he’d seen his fair share of injuries. He’d seen cuts shallower than this kill some of his dearest Lost Boys, crying to Felix behind closed doors. Now that you were here, though, now that they had another person in their lives that they cared about as much as each other, Peter was much more scared about what would happen if things went south.

He was lucky he’d found you when he did.

“You’re gonna need to hold still, alright?” Felix instructed quietly, brushing hair off of your blood-matted forehead. There was a scratch there, too, but it had already closed up, only leaving the dry blood in its place. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Peter held the bloody rags away from your body so he could get a clear shot at the wound. Magic, pure and golden, manifested in his palm. You stared at the golden light as your vision went fuzzy. Felix had told you once while Pan was out on a patrol of the island, that his magic had gotten so much lighter since you’d gotten there. Something about you triggered the happiness in him that he had kept buried away for so long.

“Hey, stay with me. Keep those eyes open, love.” Pan watched as his magic worked to mend you back together without so much as a single complication. Healing magic, as it was on the lighter side of the spectrum, had never been his strong suit. Never had he ever performed such a clean healing spell until now. When he was finished, all that was left was your exposed abdomen, a thin white scar etched across your smooth skin. He pulled your shirt back down and then pulled you into his arms, Felix enveloping the both of you with his long limbs.

“I’m sorry I got hurt…” You apologized softly. “I should have been quicker. Then I wouldn’t have–”

“Don’t you dare apologize. This isn’t your fault. It’s Hook’s.” Felix shook his head, pressing a kiss to your hairline.

“We’ll get him back, love.” Peter stroked through your hair, a dark grin growing on his features. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.”

kaz brekker shares his clothes with you

request: ok but hear me out,,, kaz letting his s/o wear his clothes as a form on intimacy over touching and the crows start picking up on it-

a/n: ANON U ABSOLUTE GENIUS this is relatively short because i couldn’t expand it but here

you realized early on that kaz really loved his clothes 

of course he did 

they say more about him than he says about himself sometimes 

but you also realized that he liked you in his clothes more 

you’d been sitting on his bed, reading a book 

you had looked at the time and realized it was probably time for you to head back to your own room

it was part of your routine 

though you and kaz worked together to help him overcome his fear of skin on skin contact 

you hadn’t been able to sleep in his bed yet

kaz looked up from his place at his desk 

he looked 

disappointed 

that you were leaving 

you had given him a small smile, making your way to the door 

“wait” he said, as your hand turned the knob 

“yeah kaz?”

“um i was wondering if you wanted this”

you looked back at him 

and he was holding a way too large black t-shirt 

with a white little crow embroidered in the corner 

“it was a gift and now it’s too big and i don’t want to throw it away because someone could take it so i was thinking maybe you-”

“yeah kaz i’d love to have your t-shirt”

his whole face had been red as he handed you the t-shirt 

it quickly became your favorite sleeping t-shirt 

one t-shirt turned into two and then a pair of boxers 

and suddenly you had more of kaz’s clothes than your own 

nina was the first to notice your new wardrobe 

the heatrender and you were eating waffles together, catching up 

“is that kaz’s jacket?” she gasped randomly 

you looked down at the black leather jacket you’d taken from kaz last week 

you blushed profusely before slowly nodding you head 

“y/n! this is important information! kaz brekker does not share clothes, he must really love you.”

nina has happily teased you the rest of your breakfast date 

jesper and wylan were next to notice 

but for fairy obvious reasons 

the four of you were sitting in kaz’s office

brainstorming out the next job for the dregs 

you made a move to grab kaz’s hand 

just for the comfort of it 

like you did sometimes

but it seemed that day was particularly difficult for kaz 

because he pulled his hand away, flinching 

you tried to hide your disappointment by quickly going back to looking at the papers in front of you 

you didn’t want to make kaz feel bad for setting his boundaries 

after a few seconds you felt a tap on your shoulder 

you turned and saw kaz holding out the hoodie he was just wearing 

for you 

his eyes said something like ‘here, a sign of peace’

you put it on and kaz looked pleased, going back to his work as well

you looked at wylan and jesper then, having forgotten they were there

the two of them stared in utter disbelief between you and kaz 

“that was weirdly cute” wylan had smiled 

“merchling, that was fucking adorable why lie.” jesper responded, holding a hand over his heart 

you snickered and stole a glance at kaz 

who was already looking at you 

the next was inej 

you were alone in your room 

reading a novel 

when the suli girl made her way through your window silently 

you only realized she was there when she was right in front of you 

“hey inej, what’s up?”

you expected an update on a mission or her asking to hang out in your room 

instead she held out her hand, holding one of kaz’s beanies 

that he almost never wore but always smelled like him 

“kaz told me to give this to you”

she had a knowing smile on her face

you blushed and grabbed the hat from her hand 

“thank you inej” you whispered 

before she left her room she turned to you 

“kaz has his own way of demonstrating his love, im glad this time it isn’t violent gestures” she laughed and slipped out of the room 

matthias was the last to notice the advancement in your relationship with kaz 

you and the crows were sitting playing a board game 

you were wearing not only kaz’s t-shirt but his jacket 

matthias had been starting at you for a while, his eyes narrowed 

you let out a sigh

“matthias why are you staring at me, you can’t kill me with a glance you know?” you teased the druskelle 

he looked at your eyes and then at the other crows who were now paying attention 

“kaz wore that shirt yesterday”

you nodded and bit your lip 

“so you wear kaz’s clothes now?” he asked 

everyone else said “yeah” in unison, not even letting you answer 

matthias looked around shocked 

“so everyone knew but me?”

nina put a comforting hand on her boyfriend’s shoulder 

“yes you big beautiful idiot”

all of you laughed 

everyone went back to playing the game 

but you looked for kaz’s eyes

and he was already looking for yours 

you shared a knowing glance 

you liked wearing his clothes too 

I, yet again, need help finding a fic.

It’s a marauders fic and I read it a while ago.

It’s poly!marauders x reader where r gets so overstimulated she uses her safe word and vomits because of the overstimulation.

you did what?

kaz brekker x reader - you did what?

summary: bruises mottled over y/n’s body makes kaz concerned

warnings: fluff, pre-existing relationship, softer ooc kaz

word count: nearly 1.1k

A/N: i’m crawling my way through a writing block so i’m sorry this is so horrible and short

Y/N had a problem. No, it wasn’t a problem like the ones the other Crows had, problems fueled by trauma lurking deep beneath the surface. Y/N’s brain and body simply just didn’t want to cooperate in tandem.

It was like there was a lag in the cues. Her brain said step and her body tripped. We’re too close to the doorframe, her mind thought but the body continued trudging on, slamming the shoulder against the doorway.

The clumsiness was chronic, a day to day thing impacting every aspect. Some days were better than others and she didn’t do something entirely stupid. But on others, it seemed like her body was a magnet for bruises.

Carefully, Y/N walked up the stairs to Kaz’s room, exhausted after a day full of falling and bumping. Softly pushing open the door, she peeled into the dimly lit office.

The room always humorously reminded her of a dungeon, a low ceiling hanging over their head and candlelight flickering across the walls like jumping flames. Kaz was hunched over his desk, shoulders rolled forward and spine bent in a horrible posture. Even in the heat of the Kerch summer, he wore that heavy grey woolen jacket with sharply tailored lines accentuating his shoulders.

Over the years, the two had fallen into a routine they followed like clockwork. Kaz worked all morning long, then went out in the afternoons to bark at people until his voice became hoarse, and then worked in silence the rest of the evening. Y/N toiled in the Crow Club during the day, but when the sun began to set, she trudged up to Kaz’s office to pull him away from his work.

The best way to describe the man was unhealthy. His sleep schedule hovered anywhere from ruined to nonexistent, regularly skipped meals on accident, and had zero balance between work and life. But Y/N changed that.

When others saw a powerful man, someone with a dark legend swirling around him, taking on a life of its own, they tended to leave that person alone. No one dared poke the dragon hiding away in its lair. But Y/N did - she always did. She’d bother him till he’d eat a bit of food, until he’d hydrate himself with water in the place of pitch black coffee.

Creeping across the office to where Kaz’s nose was buried in paperwork, she began to pick up stray books and store them in their proper place. Her fingers brushed over the spines of the bound books, dancing over the gold embossed letters.

“All work and no play makes Kaz a dull boy,” she commented teasingly, glancing over her shoulder with a bit of a smirky smile.

Without looking up from his work, nose buried in spreadsheets, Kaz responded plainly, “Oh really?”

“You’re not even listening.”

“I am,” he looked up instantly. “I’m always listening to you.”

Y/N’s heart softly fluttered at how he looked at her, a sort of desperation in his eyes as though she were a lone raft in the midst of a churning ocean, keeping him safe from the biting waves. His gaze was so intense that it felt like a grazing caress along her skin, leaving little patches of goose flesh behind.

Under his stare, a red warm flush began to creep up Y/N’s face, forcing her to turn her gaze away. “Well c’mon then, put it away. You know the rules.”

Behind her back, Kaz roughly shuffled through the various papers and folders littering his desk, building up like a mountain full of snow bearing an avalanche.

“Work goes away at nine bells,” he repeated in a sing-song voice, mocking her voice.

“Don’t mock me. I love you and want to spend time with you - sue me.” Y/N turned on her heel, a sarcastic scowl splayed upon her face as she shook a scornful finger.

Kaz stood from his chair, stretching his arms over his back very slowly. “I could. You borrowed 20 kruge from me a week ago and you haven’t paid it back.”

“Really?” Y/N paused for a second, incredulously appraising Kaz who was so stoic as usual, not a hint of a grin on his face. “Oh Saints, you’re serious.”

Waving one hand in a dismissive manner, Kaz shrugged off his coat. “I’d only sue Jesper.”

“Of course, just your best friend, a man who’s saved your life multiple times. No biggie.”

Crossing the room, Y/N shuffled through Kaz’s desk, rearranging the mess. Kaz was messy to say the least, his desk was as cluttered as his brain. And yet, the clutter and chaos left him grouchy and irritable in the mornings when he returned yet again to the towering pile of paperwork.

As she lumped together papers, stowing them away in drawers, Kaz froze, the air in the room growing tense to mirror his body language. Stepping forward, he allowed his gloved hand to hover over her arm, black and blue bruises right underneath. That single action made everything change; it displayed the affection he could show without the use of touch.

“Who did this to you?” His voice was ice cold, a stern tone that made any sensible person freeze in their tracks.

“Myself.”

“No you didn’t, don’t lie. Was it Jesper? I’ve told him he can’t be bouncing around like a rabbit, hopping off the walls.”

Y/N bit her lower lip to keep from laughing, her lungs squeezing in temptation. Kaz just looked so serious, like she’d been fatally wounded. But she shook her head no to answer.

“It was Matthias then. What’d he do? Club you over the head like the caveman he is?”

“Kaz, he is your friend!”

“Acquaintance,” he simply corrected.

“Well it wasn’t Matthias or Jesper. I fell down the stairs.”

“You did what?”

Y/N drew in a deep breath, mentally preparing to explain the bout of clumsiness afflicting her. “Well I was walking up the stairs and I don’t know… I tripped, and went falling down the entire flight.”

Kaz stared at her incredulously, mouth slightly dropped open from either shock or disbelief - Y/N couldn’t tell which.

“You’re kidding me.”

“Absolutely not.”

A wicked grin kept onto Kaz’s face, the little quirks of his lips in one corner. It was mischievous, dangerous even. That smile was always the precursor to something snarky dropping from Kaz’s lips. But Y/N loved it, it drew her in like metal to magnet.

“What do I need to do? Wrap you in pillows?”

Kaz Taglist

not tagging anyone because this is too short

May you give some tips on how to write about the whole castles, royalty, peasants, knights type of story? Hehe thankies!

How to Write About Medieval Europe

The Medieval times play a huge role in many forms of media today, from TV shows to books to movies. It’s often romanticized and glamorized to make for a good plot, and sifting through what’s real and what’s fake can be a daunting task. 

Not to mention that the way of life in the Medieval times is vastly different from our lifestyles now! There was a lot more rules, a lot more pomp and circumstance, and a lot more death!

In this post, I’ll mostly be covering a time period around the 1400s to 1600s, with all of the classic knights, nobles, and kings and queens that everyone has come to know and love!

So how exactly do you write about medieval times?

1.Know the People

The Medieval times attached a lot more importance to titles and wealth than we do today. The number of names and titles can get a bit confusing at times, so please try to bear with me.

All of these are ordered from lowest rank to highest rank. 

Category One- Lower/Middle Classes (Could be collectively called Peasants)

1. Slave

Slaves are bought and sold, usually owned by nobles but sometimes purchased by some of the wealthier peasants to help out with farm work. 

They are seen as property and nothing more, and their masters can do with them as they please. 

There is rarely a penalty for killing or harming one’s own slave, but one may be punished for destruction of property if they killed or harmed a slave that wasn’t theirs.

2. Serf

Not a slave, but not free, either. 

They live on the property of a noble’s manor and are bound by the feudal system to pay rent in shares of their crops. 

They must ask the nobles permission to marry and to leave, but are overall left to their own devices. 

Their lives were still hard, however, and often they starved or fell to sickness. 

They remained serfs, however, mostly because they needed the protection of the nobles’ knights from barbarian invaders.

 If the manor of the noble was sold, the serfs came along with it.

3. Peasant

Peasants may be poor, but they are completely free. 

They often live in villages together and made their livings as masons, blacksmiths, tailors, shoemakers, farriers, carpenters, and much more. 

If they were particularly good at their craft, they may just earn enough money to be considered a noble; social mobility is not as rigid for peasants as it is for serfs and slaves.

Category 2- Knights

Knights are  in an entirely different category from the peasants and the nobility, though they are more closely associated with the nobles and garner just as much/if not more respect as them.

1. Squire

Essentially a knight in training. 

They accompany a knight on their travels and serve as their attendant, learning from the knight’s ways while polishing their armor and being their cupbearer.

2. Knight

Addressed as “Sir (Firstname)” for a man or “Dame(Firstame)” for a woman. 

Knights were hired to protect and are sworn to the code of chivalry, which is a set of rules that dictates behavior on and off the battlefield. 

For instance, knights weren’t permitted to fight an unarmed man or to kill someone whose back was turned. If an enemy was disarmed during a fight, the knight is supposed to wait for them to retrieve their weapon before resuming.

 Knights were required to be expert swordsman and bowman, as well as good riders. They also needed to be good at supporting their super-heavy armor

Category 3- Nobility

All of the nobility classes can have overlapping jobs; their titles vary on account of how much land they own. 

These nobles are given a fief, or a plot of land, by the King/Queen. They are then expected to pay taxes to the ruler and provide soldiers when needed.

1. Lord/Lady

Addressed as “My Lord/My Lady.”

2. Baron/Baroness

Addressed as “My Lord/My Lady.” 

Usually the spouse of a baron/baroness does not share the title and is simply referred to “My Lord/My Lady” unless they’re a baron/baroness in their own right.

3. Viscount/Viscountess

Addressed as “My Lord/My Lady”

4. Earl(Also known as Count)/Countess

Addressed as “Earl of (Place name)/Countess of (Place name)”

5. Marquis/Marquise

Addressed as “Marquis/Marquise of (Place name).

6. Duke/Duchess

Addressed as “Your Grace.”

Owns the most land out of any of the other nobles

Princes and Princesses can be granted titles of Duke and Duchess.

Category 4- Royalty

1. Princes/Princesses

Addressed as “Your Highness.” 

In traditional medieval Europe, the heir to the crown was usually the firstborn son. In the absence of a son, the crown will be given to the firstborn daughter.

They can also be granted other titles such as Duke and Duchess if their parents/siblings who come into power offer them land

A lot of squabbles/dramas caused by heirs; some killed by siblings in order to assume the throne

2. King/Queen

Addressed as “Your Majesty” or “Your Grace.” 

These rulers own all of the land in the kingdom and simply “rent out” property to the nobles, which can be revoked at any time. 

They levy taxes and have their own personal army to protect and wage war against other kingdoms. 

The nomenclature of Kings and Queens can be quite difficult, especially when marriage becomes involved, so I’m going to try my best to help:

When a King inherits the throne: If he marries a woman, she becomes Queen. If he marries a man, that man becomes a Prince.

When a Queen inherits the throne: If she marries a man, he becomes Prince. If she marries a woman, that woman becomes Princess.

2. Do Some Research If You’re Unsure

If you need help figuring out all of the dynamics and certain duties of all of these people, it can help to surf the web! Researching kingdoms such as England, France, and the Holy Roman Empire might help, though be careful; France had emperors and empresses at one point! 

There are very specific differences between different kingdoms, and you have to make sure you take those into account, especially if you’re writing historical fiction!

 3. Some Recommendations that May Be Helpful

Lucky for you, there are a TON of other books, movies, and TV shows that you’ll be able to draw inspiration from! Here are some things that I recommend!

Just a note, many of these aren’t necessarily medieval or focus a lot on fantasy, too, so I’m sorry if some of them aren’t exactly what you’re looking for!

The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer

Game of Thrones on HBO

The Crown on Netflix

The Witcher on Netflix

Reign on Netflix

Victoria on Amazon Prime

The Other Boleyn Girl (2008)

Elizabeth (1998) and Elizabeth: The Golden Age (2007)

Mary Queen of Scots (2018)

Hope this helped, and happy writing!

Imagine having this....forever. 💛

...... take me in your arms pls

my true love

saw this on tt and thought I'd share here cause it's sweet

Could you possibly write about y/n calling Sebastian 'Daddy' for the first time and his reaction.

*clears throat*

OKAY

I'm thinking it'll be after a heated argument, which you took too far. And now you're trying to win back your grumpy boyfriend.

You follow him around the house, apologizing incessantly.

"Sebbyyyy, I'm so sorry. I know I overreacted, I trust you completely and I know you'd never cheat on me, just-"

He'd give you a glare which spoke volumes. And it'd shut you up.

But not for long

When he'd walk out of a room, you'd follow his footsteps like a lost puppy.

You knew he usually wouldn't be able to resist you for long. But today was a bit much.

He had managed to completely ignore you for almost 3 whole hours now.

And you were upset, and very, very ashamed of your behavior. And the silent treatment was killing you.

You walked lazily over to where Sebastian was; in his study, sat on a couch and going through a script.

You plopped down on the couch next to him.

You were wearing one of his hoodies, and he usually would not stop telling you how much they suited you better than they did him but today, he wouldn't even spare you a glance.

"Seb?"

Nothing.

"Sebby" you whined like a spoilt child.

Still nothing.

"Daddy come on! I said I was sorry" you whined again tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.

And the words which left your mouth shocked both him and you.

But especially him

He raised an eyebrow at you, finally looking up from the script in his hands.

"What did you call me?" there was an unfamiliar tone lacing his words. Almost playful but stern at the same time.

He sounded like he was mocking you, and seemed to like every second of it.

"I- uh... Nothing. Are you done being mad at me now?" you asked, worried that he might think you were being too childish.

The stern look didn't leave his face as he pulled you onto his lap quite harshly.

"No. Not quite. Now answer me, what did you call me just now?" you had never heard him use this voice before.

He stared deep into your eyes as though daring you to defy him again.

You didn't answer him. You were too shy to repeat it again.

"Alright then, have it your way" he spoke and manhandled your body in such a way that he had you lay over his lap, with your ass in the air.

He moved the hoodie, exposing your butt and he very briefly caressed your skin before you felt him smack your ass cheek.

Hard.

You cried out. Not out of pain, but surprise.

A twisted part of you liked it, but you would never tell him that.

"I'm gonna ask you again, baby. What did you call me?" he sounded so dangerous but so hot...

Smack!

You simply whined again instead of replying.

Smack!

This time it hurt. And you finally spoke up.

"Daddy! I called you daddy. I'm sorry, Seb. I just-"

He cut you off by pulling you up and settling you on his lap; making you straddle his thighs.

He didn't seem to mind it one bit, in fact, he seemed rather intrigued.

"You've been bad today, baby. Daddy's upset that you'd even dare to think that he'll ever cheat on you" he spoke, while his hand caressed your red butt.

Something about how Seb referred to himself as "daddy" turned you on immensely.

You looked at him with curiosity; eager to find out where he'd take this.

He was much more dominant in bed that night. He had you begging, pleading him just to let you come

He liked how you surrendered completely.

He bloody loved it.

Many things changed after that day.

He wasn't weirded out by it or anything, in fact, he quite liked it.

He liked being your big, strong man who could care for you like no one else ever could.

Seb was quite a gentle lover, yet the moment you'd call him 'daddy', he'd switch immediately.

It could be anywhere; at home while you would be lounging around.

Or during sex

Or while on the phone when he was away.

He'd go into "daddy mode" whenever you'd like him to.

Or, whenever you were acting up and being a brat.

He'd use his hand to pin you down on the bed or against the wall.

"Why do I even put up with you, huh? Why are you being so fucking difficult today, baby?" he'd ask on days when you were being too bratty.

Then you'd smirk and tell him that all you wanted was his attention.

"Yeah? Well then, work for it"

He'd point to the ground, in between his legs where he'd want you to kneel and take his cock into your mouth and show him that you even deserved his full attention.

Seb would be the best daddy to you.

He'd know when to push your limits and when not to.

He'd know when he could edge you for hours.

And when he could fuck you to sleep.

On days when you were particularly good, he'd even let you sleep with his cock buried deep in you

"You've been a good girl today, baby. You get to keep daddy's cock warm all night. You'd like that?"

And you'd nod a bit too quickly.

Then the following morning you'd wake up feeling tingly because daddy would be slow fucking you until you woke up.

Daddy Seb had a way of making you feel filthy and special at the same time...

He'd look you dead in the eyes, with his hand wrapped around your throat, while he made you come over and over around his cock

He took immense pleasure in making you cum for him multiple times in one night.

He would flick his tongue over your clit until you were shaking under him.

He'd always have to touch you when he was in the mood.

Dirty talk with daddy Seb? YES

"You like being on your knees and showing daddy how much you deserve to be fucked all night long, don't you baby?"

"Here, suck on daddy's fingers while he eats you out, yeah? That'll keep you quiet"

"Look at you, always so fucking ready for my cock"

"Your body is fucking shaking, baby. Is it because of me?"

"Did you ask for permission before you cum?"

"Swallow it all, baby. Show me you're daddy's good girl"

Sure, you didn't need him to be in "Daddy mode" all the time.

But on some days, he needed it more than you did

You could tell when he needed to let off some steam. And you were more than happy to be his little girl whenever he needed you to.

OMG could you imagine him switching from Sebby to Daddy in the middle of a heated discussion?? Because i CAN?

You'd be telling him off for being too jealous or possessive for whatever reason

And he'd suddenly give you this very stern look

"...you need to get your shit under-"

He'd cut you off by gripping your jaw in his strong hand and forcing you to shut up and look up at him.

"I fucking dare you to complete that sentence, babygirl"

And you'd immediately forget what the fuck you were saying in the first place.

Spanks... When you were naughty. Or nice.

He didn't care, he simply liked seeing his handprint on your butt.

He'd grab your butt, and pinch it all while giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Ohh, aftercare with Daddy Seb?

He'd be the most gentle boyfriend after an intense play time

He'd run you a bath and would carry you to the tub and back to bed if you were too tired to walk

He'd kiss every inch of your body

And rub lotion on your sore skin

He'd tell you how good you had been and just how much he loves you

"I'm sorry baby, was it too much? Was I-"

Then you'd cut him off

"Shh, no. Hey, you were perfect. Thank you, I love you."

A/N: I'm sorry Anon, you were saying...

set my soul alight

summary: loki finally has you right where he wants you.

warnings: slight dubcon, very very nsfw. knife play, enemies to lovers because if you’ve ever spoken to me you know i’m about that shit. as always, don’t read if you’re under 18. 

A/N: okay this is like… almost pure filth i don’t even know what to say. but in honor of no nut november being over imma share what i finished writing the second i had an orgasm for the first time in a month. title from supermassive black hole (yes the one from twilight!!)

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You’ve done plenty of stupid things in your life. Chasing whiskey with wine coolers, texting back people you probably should have blocked – deciding that yes, working alongside the Avengers seemed like a perfectly reasonable career path for the rest of your life.

You could deal with the spies, the weapons dealers, the abandoned Hydra bases you’d raided for intel from time to time. You’d made peace with the fact that at any moment, you could be summoned for a mission you wouldn’t return from. And, well, it’s hard to regret your decision when it’s more than just walking the line between life and death. It’s the bonds you make with your teammates, the lifelong friendships you know will last with people that leap into the abyss right alongside you.

Oslo, Norway. It was supposed to be simple. You weren’t supposed to get caught. Taken. The question of how you got here is unnecessary, simply chalking it up to just another ill-advised decision you’d make in your life. If it lasts.

The God of Mischief stands before you, clear blue eyes raking over your bound form as he observes you. Your wrists are tied up above your head by what feels like silk, your ankles tied with the same material, bound to what feels like a post attached to a wooden beam. You’re upright, head lolling around on your shoulders as you rouse into consciousness. You become extremely aware of the fact that you’re still in the jeans and top you were wearing while you were supposed to be undercover earlier. Undetectable. So much for that.

“You’re awake.” Loki remarks, taking a calculated step towards you. No shit, you think. You drink him in, clad in an all black suit with his hair brushing the tops of his shoulders. He’s still disarmingly attractive, which is an in-fucking-convenient thought for you to be having considering he’d kidnapped you about – from what you can assume by the absent sun outside the window to your left – one or two hours ago. “Good. I’ve missed you, darling.”

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Denial ~ MCU Cast x Reader

A/n: Hi guys! Sorry I haven’t updated in a while, just got a little swamped and my motivation wasn’t helping much. 

I hope you all have been staying safe and taking care of yourselves! 

The format of writing I’ve used this time is a bit different, so let me know if it’s too confusing. The reader can be whatever age you want them to be. Not too much of a child though. 

Maybe 16+. You are one of the younger ones in the cast.

I’ve kept it gender-neutral so if you see that I’ve used any pronouns that says otherwise, please let me know. 

Requested by: @catsandbooksandsstuff

feedback is always appreciated! I hope this satisfies you! 

Send me asks if you just wanna chat and talk about stuff or ask me something other than fic requests. I’d love getting to know my readers.

Sorry for typos, I’ll proofread later. 

Words: 2k+ 

Warnings: offensive questions, creeps…swears? i don’t remember but let me know if there r more.

Also all scenarios here are complete fiction.

(disclaimer: any act of translation or plagiarism will not be tolerated. this oneshot is not available anywhere other than tumblr so if seen somewhere else, please do notify me)

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You’ve been part of this wonderful family for more than a decade. And these people that you’ve worked with for so long mean the absolute world to you.

And even though you are one of the youngest there and everyone else were protective and whipped for you, you were just as protective about them, if not more.

Currently you were at home reading a novel that you finally got around to after putting it off for months when your phone dinged. (This was exactly why you couldn’t finish this book, you got distracted quite easily).

It was a message in the Avengers Group Chat. Evans had sent a link to a YouTube video titled,” Y/n being the protector of the MCU Cast”. He captioned the link saying’ Y/n/n, you are exposed’.

You huffed, typing a reply ‘I am not!!’.

Tom Hiddleston just sent laughing emojis saying,’ denial at it’s finest.’ You rolled your eyes as you saw the rest of the actors join in on teasing you before you clicked on the video to see what it had.

Video:

Clip 1:

It showed you at an award show which you realized was from Age of Ultron after a couple seconds.

You were posing to all the cameras when suddenly you look at someone who was later shown to be Lizzie with furrowed eyebrows, giving an interview. You soon make your way towards her and somehow managed to pull her away from that interviewer soon afterwards.

 The fans didn’t exactly know what had happened at that time but the fan who edited, captioned it saying ‘Y/n was being protective over Elizabeth ’ which transitioned into the interview clip right before you pull Lizzie away.

You remembered vividly what had transpired that night. You had just entered the carpet, eyes nearly blinded by all the flashes when you caught Lizzie looking around with an uneasy smile. You gave a quick smile to the photographers before making you way to her.

“Oh come on, don’t be shy. Marvel is filled with these godly men. You must have hots for one of them at least” you caught the interviewer prodding, a fake smile on her face as she tried to find some sort of gossip for her article.

Latching you arm around Lizzie’s you entered the camera frame, ”Hi!!” Lizzie seemed relieved as she returned a bright smile as you said your hi to the interviewer as well. After the greetings got over, you saw the interviewer trying to come back to her previous question so you interrupted her before she could,” There’s Scar and Robert! Come on, we are going to have a group photo.”

Lizzie nodded her head as she smiled a goodbye to the camera before leaving with you.

“God, you have no idea what you just saved me from” Lizzie sighed as she hung onto your arm, causing you to chuckle,” I think I can guess. I caught the last bit of the question.”

She could hear the slight frustration in your tone as she softly nudged you,” Don’t let her ruin your mood. Come on, let’s greet the others!”

Clip 2:

This was an interview for infinity wars with you, Chris Evans and Chris Hemsworth.

One particular question being the highlight of the video.

“So Chris Evans, heard you got a new girlfriend. Finally deciding to settle and set down roots?” the interviewer asked.

Before he could conjure up a reply you spoke,” Why? Are you envious?” you had a sly smirk on you face and the next second it was a zoomed in screenshot of Chris H covering his mouth trying not to laugh at your remark with the caption reading ‘Yas Queen’.

You laughed at the meme the fan had edited and took a screenshot of it to save and use it against him one day.

You had been paired with Chris Evans and Chris Hemsworth for that particular day.

You three had been giggling and joking around, frustrating the interviewers by dodging all their questions so as to not give away spoilers and potentially be fired by Marvel.

Y’all had even made a game out of it, trying to see who could hold out the longest without giving any sensible answer. So half the time whenever someone tried to pry something about the movie, you’d turn to each other and ask about each other’s personal life or act as if you don’t even know English.

Sometimes the interviewers were good sports and laughed at your antics, sometimes they’d sigh in defeat and leave.  

When that question had popped up, something just didn’t sit right with you. The tone used by the interviewer just screamed judgemental and that bothered you. And you felt Chris Evans was sometimes too nice and oblivious to it.

You were more than satisfied when that interviewer’s face turned red as a tomato before ending the interview. As the interviewer left both the Chris’s high fived you as they laughed about the scene that had transpired.

Clip 3:

The quality of the clip was quite low but you could make out your and Scarlett’s figure. You were holding her hand as you lead her to the stage while glaring at someone who was being escorted somewhere farther from you two by the security guards.

You scoffed as you remembered what this event was from, feeling frustrated all over again. It was at comic con for civil war. You and Scarlett had been standing near the stage, having finished your panel. Both of you were hungry so you had asked a volunteer if they would be kind enough to get them a few snacks who had excitedly agreed.

You would’ve gone yourself but the place was packed and you all had to leave soon so you were told to stay put by your managers and other crew members.

Lizzie and Tom Holland had gone to the washroom and all the others were standing around scattered.

Scarlett had dropped something and bent down to pick it up before continuing the conversation you two had going on.

But you eyes had caught a guy who seemed like a volunteer loitering around suspiciously which you soon realized was because he was creepily checking out Scarlett.

Scarlett didn’t seem to notice him but saw that you weren’t listening to her,” Hey Y/n/n? You alright?” she asked concerned. You snapped your eyes back at her as you smiled,” Uh yeah. I’m fine Scar. Just thirsty. I’m going to get some water from that dispenser. Would you like a glass as well?”

She smiled and nodded before finding a couple stray chairs for both of you to sit on.

You quickly made your way towards the dispenser near the guy and filled two glasses. As you passed him on your way back to your seat, you “tripped” and split both the glasses of water on him who shrieked in surprise as he had still been busy staring at the actress.

“Oh I am so sorry!” you exclaimed in fake surprise as he looked at you in annoyance,” You should probably get that changed before you catch a cold.” You gestured for two guards to come over ,” Would you please escort this gentleman to a washroom”.

They nodded as they took him away.

Scarlett who had been watching the entire thing came over to where you were standing, glaring holes at the guy. She had originally wanted to ask if you had been hurt but when she saw your expression she asked,” Di-Did you do that on purpose?”

You looked at her with a teasing smile as you shrugged your shoulders. She looked at you curiously,” Why?”

“Seriously?” Anthony asked as he walked over,” Did you really not notice that guy ogling at you like a creep?”

By the stunned look on her face, you knew she had remained oblivious.

Anthony continued as he patted your back,” I think Y/n did him easy. I was almost ready to get him kicked out of here.”

“I just couldn’t do nothing about him.” You sneered before you felt soft arms wrapping around you,” Thanks Y/n/n.” she whispered with a smile before slightly kissing your head.

“ Though next time I’d prefer you told me so I can give these people a piece of my mind too” she winked as she pulled away, you both going back towards the stage before you turned one last time glaring to see if he was out of your sights.

Clip 4:

It was the interview panel for Thor: Ragnarok and you were sitting beside Tom Hiddleston and Tessa Thompson.

“Hello, I’m Roger. This question is for Tom Hiddleston. I wanted to ask how you feel about playing such a deceitful character and why would you say yes to such a role? I feel like you might’ve inherited some of his characteristics after playing him for so long.”

You took over the mic before he could,” Damn, deceitful is quite a strong word. Honestly, I feel like its misused here since from what I’ve observed over the years, people seem to absolutely love Loki.”

You statement was soon backed up by a loud cheer from the crowd before you continued,” If anything, I think people love you more because of Loki, Tom.” You teased as he laughed.

After the excitement had gone down, he had answered the guy politely.

It had been a long day and that was the last panel of the day. All of you were ready to go back to the hotel and call it a day.

And thankfully there had been no irritating questions until then.

Tom seemed a bit startled even though he gave a polite smile as he searched for the right words. But you did not like one bit of how distastefully that question was asked. So you intervened.

You could tell by Tom’s expression that he was trying not to laugh out loud when you mentioned people loving Loki because he knew you were specifically referring to that part of the fanbase who thirsted over the God of Mischief.

You had shown him a few Reels and Memes on it just before this panel so both of you now had an inside joke on how the entire timing for it worked out.

Tom had honestly been quite flattered and shy by all the posts you had shown and you were having the time of your life.

Since then you have been spamming him with these posts whenever they pop up on your explore page.

Clip 5:

This was an interview during the promotions of Captain America: The Winter Soldier. It was you and Sebastian Stan.

You were playing a game of “surprise chits” where there was this jar filled with chits that held dares, fan questions and fan-made memes of you two.

What you two didn’t know was that they had also added a few hate tweets about both of you as funny surprise chits.

Sebastian took out a chit that was a hate tweet reading,” Sebastian Stan is not funny. His interviews are dull as potatoes. They only get attention because he hangs out with Anthony Mackie a lot who’s the only one carrying the entire thing.”  

“Well, they sure lack a sense of humour then” you sassed back, making Sebastian laugh before stealing a bit of your popcorn you had gotten as a dare to finish.

That interview was quite old and it had been the first one with only you and him. You remember how dejected he had looked at that tweet and couldn’t help but feel like you wanted to burrito wrap him in a fuzzy blanket.

The dares had all been fun and you had no idea hate tweets would be included. But making Seb laugh made you feel better and you two went to have ice cream after that so both of you didn’t remember the incident for long.

The video ended soon with a few montages of smaller clips and photos where you acted protective over your castmates.

‘Hm, seems I am aggressive when it comes to them huh..” but you’ll never admit it to them. They’ll never let you live it down.

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