Maze Runner ~ Sleepover With The Boys Part 2 Let The Games Begin ~

can you write about dom!poly!marauders x sub!fem reader with them like outside of the bedroom with casual dominance? i hope this makes sense. i love your writing!

cw: fluff, casual dominance, creepy guy touches you near the end

“C’mon, up.” Sirius patted his thigh as he knelt, and you planted your shoe atop his leg. He tied the black laces of your ankle before patting your ankle, telling you to lower your foot. He stood, brushing his pristine slacks.

His hand returned to yours, fingers entangled as he pulled you along through Hogsmeade. Remus had a hand on you, too, right on your lower back. James settled for walking nearby, within arms length. They liked to be touching you at all times, for safety they would say.

Sirius held the door for you as James helped you over the threshold to The Three Broomsticks. The atmosphere warmed you instantly, lanterns illuminating the tavern and hearth glowing. The four of you took your usual seats in the back.

“Bangers and mash for me, and she’ll have apple pie, and a butter beer, please.” Remus ordered for you, giving the waitress a small smile. Of course you could order for yourself, but you never wanted to. The way they would take control for you made you feel small, protected.

When your hair fell into your face, James was quick to pull your hair back, holding it for you while you took a bite. The entire time, Remus kept his paw steady on your thigh, squeezing every once in a while.

After your meal, they took you into Honeydukes for a treat. You browsed the aisles of candy, landing on a box of peppermint toads. Happy with your decision, you went to find your boyfriends. But then, another sweet caught your eye. The brightly colored box of fizzing whizzbees beckoned you forward, hand reaching out to pluck the box from the shelf.

You were only allowed one item, you knew that. So, when Remus denied you, you turned to James. Giving him your biggest puppy dog eyes, you silently pleaded with him. James was strong in his will, crossing his arms with a stern look, telling you no wordlessly. You huffed in annoyance, returning the whizzbees to the shelf.

“That’s our good girl,” Sirius cooed as he paid for your candy, handing you the small bag. “Thank you, Si.” You placed a kiss on his cheek, placing both hands on his shoulder. You reentered the brisk, fall air, the cool breeze chilling your nose. You looked up, watching the smoke that billowed from the chimneys above.

When you looked back down, you realized you were suddenly unaccompanied in Hogsmeade. The boys having wandered off into a nearby shop, leaving you by your lonesome. A boy from your class approached, “Y’look lost, sweetheart.” You blushed uncomfortably at the pet name. “O-oh no my, my-”

“It’s okay,” he slipped a hand around your waist. “Why don’t I help you find your way back to my dorm.” His tone was all too suggestive for your liking, and you knew it wouldn’t be good if-

Sirius snaked a hand beneath your hair to grab your neck. “Is he bothering you, puppy?” Remus, James, and Sirius had returned to your side, crowding around you. Remus removed the unwelcomed hand that graced your skin, squeezing so hard you feared Remus might break his bones. The boy watched as Sirius’ fists clenched by his sides and James’ jaw tightened. He stepped back, strides faltering as he stuttered, “I-I think I’ll just be going.”

“That’s a great idea, mate.” James called out as the boy turned, running back to the castle. They wouldn’t tell you what they were planning on doing to the poor boy later, but when you were passing by the hospital wing one day, you figured it out.

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hi bubba, remember that massimo torricelli edit? i was wondering if you could so something similar with bucky, or mob seb you choose so reader is mobs ex and they meet at a club and he sees her with some guy and gets jelly and pulls her to a private room and ... well you know what to do ;)

'Feel It' by Michele you mean? Oufff... Anyway, here we go

Oh, love me a classic mob!seb

Okay so, you're at a club with some friends, and the guy you've been talking to since you and Seb broke up - for a couple of weeks now

And the last person you expect to see at the club is the devil himself - Sebastian.

Standing there, with his hands in his pocket and his guards surrounding him.

Anger all over his face as he sees another guy's arms around you

You send him a smirk and look away, pretending he isn't there full on staring at you and sending death glares to your new 'boyfriend'

A few drinks later, you realize one of your girlfriends is nowhere to be seen so you go look for her

But you don't know where the bathroom exactly is so you get kinda lost

And before you know it, Seb's right in front of you.

"Are you lost babygirl?" he asks, smirking while he looks at you.

"Oh screw you." You groan and try to walk away but he grabs your hand and pulls you into him

"Where are you going? Huh? Back to that piece of shit you came with?" he asked, disgusted when he mentioned the guy he saw you with, trying his best to contain his jealousy

"Why do you care? You're the one who asked me to leave, remember?" you spat back and he pulled you closer

"Watch your tone. Don't provoke me." he said, sternly.

You sassed back, "Or what?"

"Or I'm gonna fuck you while he watches and show him that you belong to me." he said it so effortlessly

You scoff and try to leave but he tightens his grip around your waist

He dips his head into your neck and kisses you gently, inhaling your scent which he had missed so much.

"Tell me you don't miss me." he mumbled, daring you to agree while he nibbled on your skin; making you moan shamelessly

"I don't miss you." you lied, while tilting your head so he could have more access to your skin.

He chuckled. "Tell me you don't want me right now. Babygirl, look me in the eye and tell me you don't want me to fuck you."

You couldn't lie this time, you could never resist him for long anyways.

He slips his hand under your dress and slips his fingers past your underwear and toys with your clit; smearing your wetness around.

He chuckled again when you instinctively roll your hips against his hand.

"Your body is betraying you, baby."

Seb ends up dragging you to one of the private rooms at the back of the club

And neither of you can keep your hands to yourselves once you are past the doors.

"Fuck, I missed you so much." he mumbled breathlessly against your lips while he undressed you eagerly

You threw your head back and moaned when he slipped his fingers inside you; stroking your walls gently and making you whine his name in pleasure

"That's right, only I can do this to you." he whispered against your skin as he removed his fingers from you and cupped your core, "You're mine." he growled in your ear

Maybe he'd push you down on your knees and hold your face gently. "You've been bad, babygirl. You better make it up to me." he whispered and undid his pants.

You lower his underwear and take his erected cock in your mouth hungrily.

He groaned as you slowly dragged your tongue over his slit, stroking his cock with your hand while you teased his tip with your mouth

You took as much of him as you could; your tongue stroking along the length of his cock

You bobbed your head around him, hollowing your cheeks and making him groan every time you ran your tongue across his tip

He pulled away right before he came, because your mouth felt too good and he wanted to fuck you properly and remind you that you belonged to him.

"Come here." he pulled you up and held your jaw in his hand, parting your lips and kissing your open mouth while he walked the two of you towards the couch

He pushed you down and climbed on top of you, wrapping his hand gently around your throat.

"Seems I need to remind you that you're mine, huh?"

OH but would he be rough and wild, because he just needs to get all that anger and jealousy out of his system.

He'd spread your legs apart and push into you, and watching you whine under him

You pull him closer by the back of his neck for a messy kiss while he speeds up into you

He'd groan against your lips, mumbling about how good you feel around him

You could only whimper and mewl under him; his body moving against yours so perfectly that it turned your head into a foggy mess

He'd speed up again, making you squirm and moan louder.

Maybe he'd even alternate between fucking you, and pulling out to lean down and eat you out before pushing into you and fucking you again.

He'd make you lose your mind

And you'd soon feel the pressure in between your hips getting too much to bear, so you let go

Coming undone hard and violently around him, holding his shoulders for dear life

He moaned out loud and finished right after you, leaning down to kiss you so he could keep quiet and not make too much noise while he came

Panting and hearts racing; you two stayed there, him unmoving in your arms. His heavy body on top of yours, while he kissed your neck to calm you down

"Dump that idiot. And come back home with me. It's not the same without you." he mumbled against your skin after some time, and pulled away to see your reaction.

You caressed his cheek and nodded. "But you have quite a lot to make up for as well." you smirked.

He sighed "I know, I'm sorry baby. Just come home." he leaned in to kiss you, now content that his girl was back with him.

a/n: i never wanted mob!seb so bad before

A/N: Let us kick off autumn season with everyone’s favourite pirate! This Imagine is based on requests from @manymanycupsoftea and two anons. This is probably not entirely historically accurate or more than a fluffy piece of even more fluff but… Have fun! 🎃😋

Words: 1913 Warnings: fluff, anxiety (fear of thunderstorms)

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Roaming Hands

Parings: Tom x Reader

Summary: You wake up early morning and need Tom

Warnings: Unprotected smut, dirty talk, small amount of anal stuff and talk of it

A/N: This is a request for @true-queen-of-mischief, hope you’re feeling better love. This can be read as a one shot, or as a sequel to Magic Hands. I have it linked next to the Masterlist

Word Count: 850

Masterlist | Magic Hands

You woke early in the morning and grabbed for your phone on the coffee table to check the time, it was only 3:39am. You tried to stretch out, but Tom’s grasp on you was too tight, you could barely move. You felt him stir behind you.

“What time is it love?” He asked; his voice thick with sleep.

“3:40 in the morning,” you yawned, covering your mouth as you spoke.

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hi el! what is dadsbestfriend!bucky is your boss at your new job? he openly praises, and you try to hide how much you like it, but he loves to make you squirm?

⟶ boss • dadsbestfriend!bucky

word count || ~ 1,000 words

warnings || heavy praise kink, breeding kink, heavy & undefined age gap [reader is mid-20’s, bucky is late 30’s], talk of imposter syndrome [brief], sweet & fluffy bucky, bucky reassures reader, slight mocking & degradation, pet-name [gumdrop], unprotected sex, leather kink [brief], fingering, denied orgasm, ass-slapping/grabbing, bucky finishes in reader, cum-play — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes || so i miss dadsbestfriend!bucky a lot

“Hey Bucky, I have the photocopy’s you made. Oh and I think Margaret said that your 3pm got moved to 4pm, but it’s just up the street at Bluefin.” You finally exhaled after plopping the sheets on Bucky’s desk.

He looked at you, chuckling as he pushes away from his desk and stood up.

“Hey, gumdrop?” He asked, a fluttery feeling in your chest as you hummed with eager eyes.

“How many times have I had to remind you that you’re not my secretary?” You dropped your head, you felt a little embarrassed, but you just loved being able to work with Bucky—even if it was for him.

“You’re my head of communications, yeah? That means I want you to focus on your job. You didn’t get all those degrees to run back and forth from the photocopier.”

His words made you feel...important. Effectively kicking your imposter syndrome out the door and filling you with confidence.

He lifted your chin with a gloved metal finger, “and you’re doin’ a fantastic job.”

You signed, smiling, “thanks Buck, I needed to hear that.”

He hummed in return, wrapping his arms around you before you were melting into his touch. Bucky smelled like clean linen, a hint of leather, and oak.

It made things feel alright.

“Anytime, gumdrop.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head before you’re growing apart no standing on your own.

The rest of the day seemed to go by both rather slowly but all too fast and the sun had began setting over the skyscrapers that was New York City.

“C’mere, gumdrop.” Bucky whispered, pulling you into his office as you squeaked and let out a laugh before you were pressed against his office door.

Fucking your boss was one thing, but fucking your boss who also happened to be your dad’s best friend? Well, that was part of the thrill.

“Ever since you came in my office this mornin’, I haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ of takin’ you against these big windows,” he purrs in your ear before you feel a leather gloved crawl up your thigh and grip your ass.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He then asks, “I think you deserve too, you know that, gumdrop?”

That damn nickname sends another shiver rolling throughout your body.

“Really?” Your breath hiccups, stuttering and catching in your throat.

“Really, gumdrop. You’ve been workin’ so hard for me. ‘M really proud of you.” Your praise kink activates, a mewl falling from your lips.

“Now can you continue bein’ a good girl and go stand in front of the windows?” He asks and you nod your head, slowly moving your legs until you were stood looking over the city.

“Love when you wear dresses to work,” he hums, biting his lip as he flips it up and over your waist.

“Feel what you’ve done to me?” His hands are on your hips as he pulls your ass against his crotch—cock hard.

You let a moan slip, feeling your panties being moved to the side before a cool leather finger is sliding through your folds.

“Hmm, so this is what praise does to you, gumdrop.” He chuckles deeply as he finds that sensitive bundle of nerves and begins to toy with it.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet, bet I could just,” his fingers are now inside of you, “slip right in.”

There was nothing to grip onto, just clean, smooth glass under your palms as Bucky slowly fucked you with gloves fingers.

“Mmm, not yet,” he removes his fingers, a whine passing through your chest at the orgasm denial.

“Oh hush, you’re ‘bout to get my cock, gumdrop,” he smacks your ass lightly, a shock running through you before you’re being stretched by him.

He fits so nicely, snug and tight as you squeeze him and keep him warm.

Bucky grunts, wrapping his arms around you to keep you steady as his hips gyrate against yours.

“That’s a good girl, takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well. And right here, in my office,” he nips at your earlobe as his voice rumbles.

“Such a good, but filthy girl,” he snaps harshly with his hips and you aren’t sure how much longer you can keep standing before your knees go out from pleasure.

“Bucky,” you moan, gripping onto his biceps as you throw your head back against his shoulder.

“I know, gumdrop, I know. You can cum, you don’t have to hold back for me.” He whispers gently, finding your clit again which throws you over the edge.

You’re waiting for Bucky to finish inside of you, filling you up and suddenly you’re craving it.

“C’mon Buck,” you’re breathless, “fill me up.”

It’s all it takes before he’s stuttering and grunting as he spills inside of you.

He’s panting, catching his breath before slowly slipping out of you and making sure to snap your panties back into place.

“There we go, wouldn’t want any of it to go to waste,” he smirks, already feeling your panties dampen with his leaking cum.

It’s a good day at the office when you get to fuck your boss.

the nerve of them — poly!marauders

includes: angst ig? a huge fight, slapping, degradation, reader not being into it while the rest are clueless, leading up to smut, but obviously no smut.

An unwanted straggler with no home or a family.

A big mouthed child trapped in the body of a fucking oaf.

And a loner that clung onto a faux aura of mystery to hide how lonely he truly was.

These three were the people spewing insults at you all at once, degrading you to the point of no return. It was an enjoyable kink for the most part, but now your patience was wearing thin.

Who were they to call you such names? One look in the mirror should have granted them enough self awareness as to know who should stay silent and who should be the one in control.

Being in a relationship with the three of them was a dream, but it was quickly turned upside down in moments like these. Maybe it was because you had a shitty day, which was partially caused by your boyfriends. You started off the day like normal, heading off to breakfast with a cup of iced coffee in your hands.

Your peaceful walk to class was turned into a nightmare the second you felt someone pull up close to your ear and whisper, “are you really that much of a whore? Wearing these short skirts around and flaunting what is mine?”

The delivery was so sudden and harsh that not only did you spill your coffee all over your sweater, but you quickly turned around to almost spit in the face of the offender. It was Sirius. Of course it was Sirius. One of the harshest and horniest doms you had ever come in contact with. Angry to the point of seeing red, you snapped at him. “Get the fuck out of my face, what’s wrong with you?”

The asshole mistook your genuine anger as brattiness and soon ⅓ of his gang followed. Remus took in the scene before him and let out a sigh. His disappointment only sent you further down your road of rage, not understanding why he was sighing like a grandpa off his inhaler when he was clueless to the context of the situation. “What happened?” Remus asked Sirius. He completely ignored your presence making you feel like a child about to be scolded by their parents. “She’s being a brat Rem.” Sirius borderline whined as he said this, but of course Remus being the dick rider that he was, didn’t call him out on his bad behaviour.

Turning his glare onto you, he demanded you apologize at once. You tried letting your side of the story be heard. Sirius had snuck up on you, called you a whore and effectively ruined a perfectly good morning. There was no point in you trying to be “good” for them anymore seeing as they would go to the ends of the Earth to create problems where there weren’t any.

You had an ego that was not willing to be stomped on today for the sake of two arrogant boys with their heads stuck too far up their own asses to see sunlight. Instead of saying sorry, you splashed the remnants of your coffee all over Sirius’ white shirt. Drowning him in the brown coloured liquid, just like he did you.

The looks on their faces made you feel a lick of satisfaction. Remus had his eyes blown wide open, ready to fall out of his head. Sirius on the other hand was standing frozen with his mouth slightly agape.

He slowly used his fingers to wipe the drops of cold coffee that splashed onto his face and then his frighteningly cold gaze was turned onto you. Before he had the chance to say something you made your exit, turning on your heel and leaving where you came from. The boys made no move to follow and you were relieved.

Thankfully, your schedule for today was set up in a way that allowed you to spend more time away from them. This is what you needed, some peace and quiet. Of course you weren’t completely off the hook considering that you had your last class with James, who would by now know of the events that took place in the morning. It made you shake uneasily, knowing to expect some taunting remarks about your “bratty” behaviour.

That entire class was spent with James making you worry about the punishment they had in store for you later. He was mocking you, playing with your head and telling you just how much trouble you had gotten yourself into.

You steadily ignored him. Treating James’ consistent blabbering as white noise instead of something legible was the smartest move. The clock moved faster than you had wanted it to and soon you were being led up the boys dormitories by a grinning James. He found amusement in your plight.

As soon as you entered the room you were greeted by the sight of Remus and Sirius laying on the shared bed in a nonchalant sort of matter. You knew they were playing it cool to make you nervous, but instead you felt rage.

Clearly very poorly concealed rage seeing as soon you were on sirius’ lap as he squished your cheeks together. The boy went straight to mocking you as finding no point in playing nice. You were to be punished, in his opinion. Not listened to, or understood. In this moment you were to be spanked and fucked until all coherent thoughts left your brain.

“You fucking slut, did you really think you would get away with all that?” he spat, eyes turning dark. He was a sight to see. All furrowed eyebrows and harsh lines. Lips turned down in a scowl as he regarded you with nothing but, what in your irate state was, hate. “Fuck you.” you spat back equally as harsh. Remus scoffed and James quirked an eyebrow at your tone. Sirius was fed up and you saw his hand raise to smack you, but you beat him to it. A hard slap was delivered straight to his cheek, stinging your palm.

There were three harsh intakes of breath from each respective boyfriend as your actions sunk in. Sirius’ head was snapped to the side at your display of aggression. Finally you were giving him the same medicine he often feeds you. The silence ended as you reiterated your previous statement. “I said Fuck you.”

“For someone who claims to be as smart as you do, you really are a lost little boy. What are you? Fucking stupid? Huh, Sirius? I’ve told you, the three of you actually, time and time again today that I am not in the mood. The fact that you daft whores still haven’t understood that yet is just...beyond me.

Spilling coffee all over me to degrading me instead of apologizing like a normal person would. This is what you’re “punishing” me for? Go fuck yourselves the lot of you.

If you’re going to insult me at least, attempt to sound mature about it. I feel like I'm talking to a bunch of horny 12 year old boys who just learned how to curse. If you can’t fuck me nice, please try not to sound so ridiculous when you’re degrading me. God, can you ever do anything right? It’s embarrassing at this point.”

Your outburst was finished as the three of them stared at you in silence. Sirius was lightly clutching his slowly reddening cheek, serves him right, as your chest heaved. It was clear to them how much they fucked up. Communication being something that was basically non-existence during this entire ordeal up till now.

Before they could utter a rushed apology you packed your shit and left. They could chase you and beg if they really wanted your attention that bad. It never was your style to let stray dogs in just like that. You preferred to make them work for it.

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Tony x reader x Stephen

The three of you led incredibly busy lives. It was incredibly rare for any of you to get a day off, and it was a once in the lifetime experience when the three of you had a day off together.

Because of the lives you led, the three of you had to cut back on some things. Such as regular meal times, taking care of yourselves, interacting with people, and, most importantly, sleep.

There always seemed to be too much work to do. There were constant meetings, training sessions, paperwork, and so many other responsibilities to attend to. 

Sometimes you didn’t have time to sleep, but you did have time to nap.

It was a rare day. You and Stephen were at home together. Stephen wasn’t needed at the sanctum, and all you had to do was paperwork that you could easily do from home.

Tony had been bullied, by Pepper, into attending several meetings for SI. Though he was no longer CEO of the company, he still did a lot of work for it and held a majority of the shares.

While Tony had gone to do his work, you and Stephan had decided it was a lazy day, despite your paperwork. The two of you had made no effort to get dressed or leave the bed today, and it felt great.

“Ah!” You yelped as Stephen’s cloak suddenly attacked you. “Stephen, what the hell?” You exclaimed as it wrapped itself tightly around you.

“You zoned out, sweetheart.” Stephen chuckled. “I was calling your name for almost a minute.” He said, shifting closer to throw his arm around your shoulders.

“So, you set your cloak on me?” You raised a brow.

“The cloak made that decision on its own.” He shrugged, gesturing for the cloak to move. “What were you thinking so hard about?”

“How good it feels to stay in bed with you.” You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. “I miss spending time with you and Tones.”

“We miss you too,” Stephen admitted. “I never used to be one who enjoyed the simple moments, but now I miss them.”

“You know, I have some leave saved up.” You mentioned. “Maybe we could all go on a trip.” You suggested.

“Wong could look after the sanctum if we left.” Stephen mused. “I’d be okay with that. We just need to get Tony to agree.”

“I’m not agreeing to anything until I have another coffee.” Tony groaned, entering the bedroom. “I need to set a new protocol, one that tells me to hide because Pep’s coming.” He said, falling onto the end on the bed. 

“If you did that, Pepper would find a way to disable it and then kill you.” Stephen pointed out. “And we all know she would get away with it.”

“It was just a couple of meetings, Tone.” You smiled at him. “You do them all the time.”

“But they’re so boring,” Tony whined, rolling onto his back. “I was up all night going over Pepper’s notes. I felt like I was back in school.” He muttered, relaxing back into the bed.

“Did you get everything you needed done?” You asked, shifting on the bed so that you could get his glasses off.

Tony let out several noncommital hums before closing his eyes and going limp. Stephen chuckled as he shifted to sit next to you.

“And he’s out like a light,” Stephen said, gently raising his head so he could undo his tie.

“Let him sleep.” You said as the two of you moved him, so he was properly on the bed. “He deserves it.”

“You know I could have just bought pasta and sauce from the store, right?” You asked, raising a brow. 

“I will have none of that sacrilege in this house,” Tony said, pointing a flour-covered finger at you. “Store-bought pasta is wrong, and don’t get me started on the sauce.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot you’re Italian and a stark traditionalist.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not going to respond to that,” Tony said, shaking his head. “Besides, you know you love my homemade sauce.”

“That sounds sexual.” You smirked.

“Be quiet you,” Tony said, rolling his eyes, but you could see a slight smile on his face.

“Did Stephen say when he was coming home?” You asked, pushing hair out of your face. “Or what exactly he’s doing?”

“I heard something about alien squid, and then he hung up screaming ‘love you bye.’” Tony told you as he began to shape his pasta.

“That’s terrifying.” You shook your head. “We need to tell him to work on his tact. He’s going to give one of us a heart attack.”

“Honestly, at this point, I don’t notice when either of you says stuff like that.” Tony shrugged. “The two of you give me a panic attack if I pay too much attention.”

“Rude." 

"Babe, between Stephen’s phone calls and you dealing life-threatening injuries in the bathroom, I think I have the right to say it.” Tony pointed out.

“Like you’re one to talk.” Stephen scoffed as he appeared in the doorway. “You drink more coffee in one day than most do in a month." 

"Steph!” You exclaimed, rushing forward to embrace the sorcerer. “You look terrible.” You said once you’d pulled back to get a glimpse at his face.

There was probably a better way to phrase that, but you weren’t wrong. His face looked gaunt, he was favoring his right leg, his body was covered in cuts, and you knew he was exhausted by the dark bags under his eyes.

“It’s nice to see you too, sweetheart.” Stephen chuckled, leaning down to press his lips to your head.

“Please tell me the other guy looks worse than you?” Tony asked, standing behind you.

“Much worse,” Stephen said, moving to kiss Tony’s cheek. “You’re covered in flour.”

“I’m making homemade tortellini,” Tony told him. “ Sit your ass down, you look like you’re going to pass out.” He added, pushing him towards a chair. 

Stephen took the offered seat and rested his head on the counter. Tony began rambling nonsensical stories about his day as he finished making dinner. When Tony had finished serving dinner, he turned to the two of you and was about to speak before you shushed him.

'He's asleep.’ You mouthed. 'Do we move him?’

'Leave him.’ Tony mouthed back. 'He needs his sleep. I’ll save a bowl for him.’

You hadn’t been home in five days. You’d been assigned a mission with Natasha and Clint, and it was one of the more stressful ones you’d ever been on.

It seemed as if everything wanted to go wrong. You’d barely been able to get your guy, and the information he had, Clint had broken his hearing aids, and Natasha had almost fallen off a roof.

You were exhausted. Everything ached and felt bruised. Your head was pounding, and you still had to debrief and write your part of the mission report.

You couldn’t wait to get home and curl up in Tony and Stephen’s arms.

“Hey, you’re home,” Stephen said, watching as you dragged yourself out of the elevator from the couch. “Did you go to medical?”

“Why would she when we’ve got our own doctor here?” Tony asked as you collapsed into the gap between him and Stephan. “You good there, kitty?” He asked, running his fingers through your hair.

“Don’t be weird.” You grumbled but didn’t make a move to move his hand.“I missed you two.” You sighed.

“We missed you too, sweetheart,” Stephen said, placing a soothing hand on your back. “Are you sure you’re not injured?”

“Not injured. Just tired.” You told him. “Really tired.”

“Do you want us to move you to bed?” Tony questioned. “Steph will have to carry you unless I get the suit.”

“No, I just want to stay here. You’re so warm.” You murmured, burrowing deeper into your spot and their warmth. “I love you both. A lot, a lot.” You added as your eyes began to close. 

The last thing you heard before drifting off into a wanted slumber was;

“We love you too, sweetheart.” 

“A lot, a lot.”

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Ever since Azriel can remember he has been self conscious about his abilities. His situation in the Illyrian camp did not do much to make him feel better about his gift. He always tried to keep them out of sight and away. This was easy most of the time, the only time they ever seem to get the best of him was when you were around.

No matter how hard he tries, the shadows demand your attention. They love you. Every time that you come around Azriel they seem to glow brighter, as if they were trying to get your attention.

 Not to mention when you came within touching range. Every time you came close to him they would jet out from their places and towards you. This frustrated him to no extent. He was so good with controlling them but every time you came around he seemed to lose any grasp he had on them.

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Felix x reader imagine

Warning: language I guess?

This will be at least 3 parts, it is a slow falling in love story

@nevereverlandboys

You hated how Felix was. 

He always was so full of himself, always mean and horrible with everyone. You stopped counting the numbers of boys who were being heavily injured by him. No one dared to speak to Felix. He spoke with his fists and not his mind. 

You were known as a kind and soft spoken girl, you were considered as a mother by some boys (usually by the littlest ones), always taking care and tending to the boys. That was the price to pay to live in safety and on the island, that's why Pan tolerated you. He knew how much you were valuable for them. 

You appreciated every boy. You understood their histories, their traumas. After all, there was indeed an reason why they were living here. The only one who didn't break his shell was Felix. Each time you tried talking to him, or even tried to take care of his wounds, he would yell at you and push you away. 

One time he even tried to raise an hand on you, and Devin slammed him against the ground before he could do anything. After some times, you realised Felix was just an horrible being. He loved to kill and hurt people. That's all he was doing. 

You sighed as you finished putting the boys clothes on a line between two trees near a small hill, it was getting pretty late but you were certain of making back to the camp safely. You took the wooden basket and turned around only to face a pointy sword. You gasped as you saw the captain Hook, the infamous pirate who often sailed his ship around the island. You didn't understand why Pan let him walking around, he was after all a serious threat. 

You started to get nervous as more pirates showed up. You only encountered Hook and his crew a couple of times, usually when he was making deals with Peter Pan. 

"Hello." You breathed out with a shaking voice as you tried to back away. 

"Always so polite… I wonder why you didn't turn like every boy on this island… dirty and mouth full of bad words." 

"What do you want Hook?" You asked. 

He snickered as he put down his sword. As you backed away to the tree, he leant next to you. It made you incredibly uneasy and you cursed your short height. 

"What I want? I want you to follow me, so I can finally lay a trap for Pan and kill him." 

He was so close and you gagged at what he just said. There was no way you could escape him. Maybe if you gained more times, the boys will start looking for you. 

"What makes you think Pan will come to save me?" 

"Well, you are his precious diamond, a jewel from Neverland. I am pretty sure he would come running after you because you're like… his second in command." 

"I am not Felix." 

"I know you are easier to capture and you won't put a fit when we get you." He replied. 

"Say that again!" A voice yelled from behind the wet laundry. 

You didn't understand what was happening but someone tackled you down and suddenly, you were both rolling across the hill. The rocks and branches were slicing your clothes and skin. 

Then, you stopped at a rocky area and you released a breath. Someone was laying in top of you and you could only see a dirty head full of blond tangled hair laying on your chest. You didn't have time to think after hearing a crack beneath you and you both fell into a small cave with a scream.

Your back was hurting you but after a quick check, you didn't have anything broken. You would just have huge bruises for a few weeks. The person was still laying on you and you pushed him off you when you realised who it was. The boy fell next to you with a groan.

"Felix! What… How? Why did you do that?!" 

"A thank you would have suffice you know?" He stated, sitting against the wall. "If it was not for me, you would be captured by Hook and we will have to come rescue you, which is a waste of time." 

"Why are you so mean?" You hissed. "You are always..  being an ass with everyone except Pan! What, are you in love with him or something?"

He huffed and glared at you from the other side or the cave. It was rather small and there was a huge hole above the both of you. You wondered if there was any way to climb there and go back to camp.  You touched the rocks and realised it was too much slippery for you to climb on. 

"We're trapped here you idiot." 

"I am not an idiot!" You hissed at the blond haired boy.

"Look at that, she has fire after all. I always thought you were a weak girl." 

"Shut up." You growled, understanding there was no way you could leave. 

The boys would notice your absence. They always do. You hoped they would come quickly, you didn't want to spend the night with Felix, all alone. You didn't know what he was thinking and it made you uneasy. You didn't know him well but you knew a lot to know that he was never messing around. 

You could see the bright moon, and the stars were shining brightly. A typical night in Neverland. It was never hot, never cold. It was a mystery, and you were pretty sure it was because of Pan and his magic. Once he got pretty mad when the pirates took some lost boys hostages and it was the first time you saw a storm on the island. It was incredible. 

You felt something hitting you at your leg and you frowned. When you realised it was coming from Felix, who was throwing little rocks at you, you took a bigger one and hit him straight in the face. He howled in pain, clutching his cheek. It was a little bruised but nothing too serious. Last thing you needed was to take care of him. You always hated to care for the blond haired boy when he was injured or sick. 

"You bitch!"

"You asshole." You hissed back, clearly showing your disdain for him. "You started it!" 

"I was bored." 

"See, that's why no one likes you Felix. You always hurt people!" 

He stared at you for a second and you grew worried. It was a mortifying glance, his hard cold eyes were glued on yours. You then instantly regretted saying this to him, knowing well he could kill you just by squeezing your throat. You gulped, awaiting for an aggressive reply but it didn't came. Surprisingly, he mumbled something else.

"That's the only way I know to speak to people." 

At that moment, you didn't see any old teenager but a little boy. You didn't know how to feel or how to act. It was a first one for you, he never showed this vulnerable side of him. As much as you wanted to mock him (because he clearly deserved for all the things he did to you and the boys), you didn't. Instead, you looked at him sadly, hoping to learn more. 

"I don't want you to pity me like you do with the other boys." 

"I never do that. You're free to speak or not. You may be an ass but I am sure there is something under this thick shell of yours." You said, offering the tall boy a smile.

He huffed and jerked his head to the side, ignoring you and your weak attempts to let him open to you. You heard him mumbling to himself, you were pretty sure it was something about you. You sighed and decided to close your eyes. All those troubles made you pretty sleepy and you slowly fell into a deep slumber.

You woke up with a start, feeling something next on you. You turned your head and realised it was Felix. You wondered why he was there. He was close enough for you to hear him breathing and you knew he wasn't sleeping. Then you realised that's the heavy thing on you was just his cloak and you were… a little surprised by that. Still it was a step in your direction so you decided to not say something about it. You raises your head and realised you were still both trapped in the hole. Why those boys are taking that long to get you both out of here?

"Go back to sleep." He told you.

"The boys aren't still there?" You asked softly, knowing already the answer.

"Apparently not or else you would be sleeping in your bed." 

It was weird and you hoped they will find you two quickly. You resisted the urge to cuddle next to Felix and turned to not face him. It would have been pretty embarrassing if you had started doing that. You knew some boys enjoyed it but not cold hard Felix. 

"Can I ask you a question?" 

"Hm. Yeah. Of course. But quick, I really want to sleep." You replied with a yawn.

"What… Ugh, I am so bad at this." He groaned. "I just wondered why you hated me so much." 

"I strongly dislike you." You corrected him. "Because you're always so mean, and hard with everyone. You are always after someone, beating them up physically or morally. I don't know why Pan favourites you. To be honest, you are a pretty shitty person. You're an ass." 

You heard him shift and you resisted again to turn and cuddle the poor boy. You hated doing that but somehow you felt good to reveal to him what was your opinion on him. 

"But… I can't blame you. I mean… You must have a pretty good reason to be like that. Pan did take you on Neverland, and I don't think it was because you were strong" You stopped talking, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. "I… I hear you sometimes when you're asleep."

"What do you mean?" 

"Once you were screaming. You don't probably remember it but it woke me up. It woke all of us. Pan made the boys swore to not tell what happened. Felix, for God's sake, you were sobbing and I didn't know what to do. You looked so unstable, you tried to kill me!" 

Felix stayed silent for a moment and you wishes to not have bring up that. 

"I was dreaming about my past." He whispered. "That's why I don't like sleeping."

You didn't know what to say next and you thought he was going to say more. He didn't tho and you had to admit you were a little disappointed by that. You didn't pressure him to speak more and decided to sleep again. 

The next morning, the cloak was ripped out of your body and you gasped. Your hair was a mess but it was not the matter right now. Felix was looking down at you, having that mean glaze in his eyes. You frowned not understanding what was going on. You heard all kind of voices and wondered what was happening.

"The boys are here." The second in command said simply, climbing up a rope.

You quickly followed behind and when you touched the ground above, the boys welcomed you back with a giant hug. You laughed at their antics but still was focused on Felix and his next moves: he regained his actual composure and urged everyone to go back to camp.

You hoped that what happened that last night will make him think of his behaviour with the others. He couldn't just keep everything to himself, but you knew he wouldn't start to share what was on his mind with the others and you. He had too much pride. 

That night, you didn't expect him to enter your tent. You were just about to go to sleep, starting to brush your hair, freeing it from any tangles. You were facing the entrance but immediately recognized him. You stood up from your seat and asking him what did he wanted. 

"I just…" He mumbled, not looking at you. "Thank you." 

"For what?" You asked, a little confused.

"I don't know, I just felt the need to tell you this." 

You smiled genuinely at him, approached and stood on your tiptoes. You kissed his cheek, near his scar and you instantly felt his skin heating up. You giggled as his face went red and he pulled his hood, trying to hide himself.

He was speechless, not able to form a single sentence. He was stuttering so much words at one it was hard to understand him. It was honestly cute. 

"I…" He started. "I have to go on my patrol." He quickly said.

"Have a good night Felix." You replied, staring at him. "Don't get yourself killed." 

He darted out of your tent and you swirled around before falling on your bed with a giggle. You didn't know why, but… something was changing in you. You smiled to yourself like an idiot before slipping under your covers and falling fast asleep.