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Birthday Girl (NSFW/Smut)

Originally posted by dailytomholland

Author: Arfrona-and-Marvel

Word Count: 2965

Warnings: Cursing/Sex

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader

Type: Fluff, Smut

Note: Virgin reader and Peter :) 

Requested: nope

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Y/N’s POV

Peter covers my eyes with a blindfold and helps me stand up.

“This is kinky, Parker, what are you planning?”

Peter laughs nervously and I feel him getting more timid with his actions.

“Will you stop, Y/N? It’s just to keep the surprise a surprise.”

I giggle at his obviously flustered state from my sex joke.

I let him lead me out of the room to the unknown destination, one hand holding mine and the other on my waist as he gently pushes me along.

“Peterrrrrrr it’s taking so loooooong,” I whine, just to annoy him.

“Just a little farther, Y/N, bear with me here.”

My foot brushes against something soft.

“Is that another gym sock?”

“Uhhhhh… No it isn’t…” There’s a loud shuffle as he tries to kick the offending article away discreetly.

Oh, he’s so adorable when he’s lying.

He stops and lets go of my hand and waist. There’s a soft scrape to my left as he pulls out a chair.

Heh. Pulls out.

“Here ya go, love.” He takes my hand and gently guides me into the seat. He slips and I miss the seat, landing on the soft, carpeted floor instead. There’s a solid thunk as what sounds like Peter’s head collides with the wall.

“OH MY GOD PETER ARE YOU OKAY?” I tear off the blindfold and see the poor boy rubbing his head, where there’s bound to be a bump forming.

“I’ll live.”

“Oh you poor man-child, let me get you some ice.”

I rush towards the kitchen, noting the very nicely set-up dinner table for two.

He must be devastated that he couldn’t properly surprise me.

I stop as I enter the kitchen, trying to process the scene before me.

He hobbles up behind me, trying to stop me.

“Wait, Y/N, don’t go into the- ah shit you’ve seen it.”

I look around to see the room decorated with strings of lights and roses.

“Oh, Peter. You shouldn-” Peter kisses me before I could finish my sentence.

“You like it?” He asks as he pulls me closer for another kiss, deeper than the last.

I pull away before nodding, “Yes, Peter, I love it. Thank you.”

He beams at me before leading me to the table and pulling out a chair for me.

“My princess,” he jokes, gesturing for me to take a seat.

I sarcastically bow, “My knight.”

—–

After dinner, I stand up to help clean up the dishes.

Peter shoos me away and tells me to sit down while he takes care of it.

I don’t bother arguing with him, because I know fighting with him would be pointless with his stubbornness.

I stay seated while he collects the dishes and kisses my nose before leaving to wash them.

I watch him walk away and smile to myself as I take a rose from the vase on dining table and twirl it in my hands.

I giggle to myself as I think about our past two years together.

How sweet Peter was with his cute pickup lines and our weekly movie dates.

How shy he is when we kiss and how much of a gentleman he is.

I continue to reminisce until I see Peter standing in the doorway.

His cheeks are red and his hands are shaking a little.

He’s nervous.

“Peter, love, are you alright?” I ask.

He gives me a half smile and he walks over slowly, his body language screaming nervousness.

“Peter?”

“I, uh, I have one more gift for you,” he says.

“Peter! This is already so much, please that’s enough,” I laugh and I stand up to hug him.

He hesitates before hugging me back and now I see how nervous he really is.

“Peter? What’s wrong?” I ask, noticing that his legs are shaking.

He looks away from me as he reaches into his pocket and gives me a small index card with the letter V written on it.

Oh.

I look up at him questionably and he rubs the back of his neck, his face slowly acquiring the color of the roses on the table.

“It’s um. I-I, uh,” Peter stumbles.

“I get it Peter, V-Card,” I look up at him and smile before kissing his chin and then his nose.

“It’s a very unique present, Peter,” I say as I lean closer to Peter and kiss him again. He places his hands gently on my hips.

I lean back and smile, “So I can cash this in anytime I want?” I ask.

His face reddens a little before he nods.

“How about right now?” I ask slowly, hoping he would get a hint and suggest something.

He looks at me in the eye for a few moments before breaking contact and looks down at his feet.

“I’ve got another surprise for you, love,” Peter says, reaching over to the counter and giving me the blindfold again.

I look at him suspiciously before putting the blindfold on again.

“Just trust me, Y/N,” Peter says softly. I relax a little and reach out to hold his hand as he leads the way.

I am assaulted with a barrage of smells as we turn into a room, where everything sounds slightly muffled, as if it’s filled with soft furniture. My feet brush against… rose petals? I smell my favorite scented candles as well as… Febreze. Lots of Febreze.

Dammit Parker why don’t you clean this house more often?

His hands leave my shoulders for a few seconds and I hear some shuffling around me, no doubt he’s cleaning up whatever’s been left strewn around his ro-

The blindfold falls off suddenly and I’m left shocked at the scene in front of me.

Though I’ve been in his room a million times before, I’ve never seen it this clea-

Romantic. It’s never been this romantic.

Everything’s been swapped or covered with a red velvet and the lights are off, leaving only the candles to light the room. A gasp  escapes my lips. Peter, who is in the process of furiously trying to shove what looks to be a red and blue suit into the closet, whips his head around, eyes wide open.

“It fell off? Shit, now I can’t badmouth the baddies anymore about their lousy knots… Anyways, surprise?” he tries with a tight smile.

God, he’s so adorable when stuff goes wrong.

“Peter… just ask me…”

“Well, I mean you don’t have to, but… I…” Peter tries to start but fails to finish his sentence as I

lean closer, until our noses are almost touching. We stay that way, looking into each other's’ eyes for a while.

“Hi,” Peter greets me.

“Are you going to kiss me yet?” I ask, slightly impatiently. Face redder, than the cushions, he does just that.

He makes the first move, turning his head and closing the space between us. My lips meet his, agonizingly slowly. His hands cup my face and pull me closer, and I return the kiss with a passion I didn’t know I had. Our lips locked, he pulls us down onto the bed. One of his hands finds its way into my hair while the other one grasps my neck. My own hands find their way under his shirt and around the back of his head. He bites my lip, accidentally, and I jerk back, not expecting the bite.

“Oh my god Y/N I’m so sorry oh my god are you okay oh my god are you bleeding?” he babbles, moving his head around to check my lips.

I quickly run my tongue over my lips to check for blood

“I’m okay, Peter.””

“Hi, okay, Peter, I’m Peter,” he quips back,not missing a beat.

I laugh at Peter lightly before pulling down his pants.

“W-Wait, Y/N, are- are- are you sure ab-”

I cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips.

“Shhhhhh. Yes, Peter. I am sure. Now shut up and let me make you happy,” I say, kissing his nose to reassure him.

“But, I want to make you feel good fir-” Peter tries to object but lets out a moan instead as I palm his member through his boxers.

I smile as I gently squeeze tighter and watch him throw his head back and moan a little louder. I then pull down his boxers as I eagerly snake down his body and watch as his member is freed from its restraints. I wrap my hand around it and give it a small pump, a little intimidated by his size, even though it’s not fully hard yet. I watch as small beads of precum leak from his head and roll down his shaft. Without a second thought, I lick along the underside of his cock, starting from the base all the way to the tip. I swirl my tongue around the head, lapping up the droplets of precum.

I hear Peter groan as I pull him into my mouth, inch by inch, using my tongue to lick him slowly and hollowing my cheeks to suck him deeper.

I smile to myself as I hear Peter curse and moan above me, I feel his hands in my hair as he caresses my face, urging me to continue.

I lean back and pump him a little more before sucking the head of his cock again.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Peter moans as I start to slowly take in as much of him as possible and pull back. The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat as I take him deeper and deeper. I pump his shaft at the base with my free hand as I begin to feel my panties dampening.

“Y/N, please slow down, I don’t want to cum yet,” Peter practically begs.

I look up at him and smile to myself as I let him go with a pop.

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to calm himself down.

I take this opportunity to turn my back to him and take off my pants slowly. I bend over more than I have to so that I give him a good view of my ass. I can see his jaw drop in the mirror.

Pffft. He ain’t seen nothing yet.

My jeans join the not-so-well-hidden pile of dirty laundry in the corner. I lift my shirt slowly, especially around my chest, since I want him to see that I’ve “forgotten” my bra at home. I hear a sharp intake of breath as he realizes this. The shirt joins my pants and I’m left Stark™-naked except for my panties. I turn around to face him.

Are human even supposed to be that red?

He has a dumbfounded expression on his face that I’ve never seen before.

I laugh a little as I climb back onto the bed and kiss him.

He kisses me back after recovering from his shock. He flips me over so that I’m on my back.

He attacks my neck before traveling downward, past my exposed breasts leaving a trail of kisses past my stomach.

I moan loudly as he reaches my hips. He kisses all along the band of my panties and kisses my nether lips through the thin fabric.

I whimper as he hooks a finger into the elastic of my panties and pulls them down slowly. He leaves small bites on the inside of my thighs as he passes them. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the sodden article of clothing sail across the room in the general direction of the rest of my clothes. He works his way back up my legs, fingers ghosting the insides of my legs before parting them gently. His left hand grip the top of my right thigh as he uses his hand to spread my lips. I clutch the sheets as he dips a finger into my wet and aroused center. He smiles to me before scooting closer to my crotch, all the while making a “come hither” motion with his finger. His lips meet my other lips as his head comes down.

Within moments, his tongue finds my clit.

Has he done this before?

“I pay attention in sex ed, Y/N,” Peter jokes as my cheeks redden in the realization that I had said it out loud.

He chuckles a little bit before leaning in and kissing my thighs before sucking my clit again.

I moan loudly and clutch the sheets harder. I feel another finger join the first and his other hand moves up to hold my hips in place. I squirm and whimper as his tongue runs over my clit, lapping at the sensitive bundle of nerves. His fingers spread my opening  to give his tongue to my core. I shiver as his tongue moves in and out of my entrance.

“Ohh, fuck Peter…” I moan, willing him to go faster. He pulls his tongue out of me and he moves his two fingers again, thrusting faster than before.

His tongue moves back up to my clit and begins attacking the small nub at the top of my folds.

My moans become more incoherent as he continues to lick, suck, and lap at every single part of my most private area, leaving me a babbling mess.

As my walls begin to clench around his fingers, Peter speeds up his thrusting and ravages my clit harder as he feels me gets closer to the edge until he brings me over the edge. My back arches and my toes curl almost painfully as the immense pleasure of the orgasm wracks my body completely. I see stars as my eyes roll back into my head and a loud, breathy moan escapes my lips.

Peter sucks gently on my clit and slows his thrusting as the waves of euphoria roll over me, further intensifying the pleasure and prolonging my orgasm.

As the pleasure gently fades away, Peter kisses my clit, then kisses a trail up my stomach, stopping at my breasts. He licks each nipple, gently sucking on each one before moving on. He stops at my neck, planting a kiss there before moving his head up so that his eyes are level with mine.

“Do you want to go further?”

“No, Peter, I wanted to stop and talk about multi-variable calculus,” I deadpan, lacing as much sarcasm into my voice as possible.

He smiled devilishly and deadpanned right back, “It just so happened that I needed a little help with my calculus homework, can you help me integrate my natural log?”

I whack him softly with one of the red heart pillows on the bed. “I HATE YOU”

“No you don’t,”

He leans down to kiss me again before reaching over and grabbing a condom from the nightstand.

I laugh as he fails to open it before offering to help. He smiles at me gratefully as I put it on for him. I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer and kiss him.

I pull him down to the bed.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too, Peter,” I say as I guide his cock to my entrance.

I always thought I would be really nervous during my first time. But Peter made it comfortable. Peter slowly moved his hips forward and I gasped, not used to his size.

He’s bigger than I thought.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” Peter asked nervously.

“No, it just feels kinda tight,” I say, trying to ease his nerves.

Peter continues to insert himself carefully. The pain fades away and it begins to feel pleasurable.

I moan a little and clutch Peter’s back as I quietly beg him to go faster.

Peter starts to thrust his hips at a moderately faster speed and I throw my head back and moan loudly, enjoying this new feeling beyond words.

Peter leans forward to kiss my neck making me mewl in pleasure as I move my arms around the back of his neck to pull his hair.

I kiss his neck and Peter groans loudly.

“Keep doing that and I am not going to last much longer,” Peter says as he leaves another hickey on my collar bone. He hastens his movements and starts thrusting harder.

“Maybe I don’t want you to,” I whisper breathily.

Peter straightens up and moves a hand down to my clit and rubs his thumb over it in quick, small circles, pushing me over the edge.

“Peter,” I moan before I see stars for the second time that night. As my walls clenched around his member, I felt Peter also reach his release, groaning loudly and burying his cock deep in my tunnel. His cock twitches and I feel the condom fill up as he releases his seed into me. He lies down, burying his face into the crook of my neck as he tries to slow his breathing. We lay like that for a while, both panting hard and coming down from our orgasms. After a few minutes, he pulls out slowly and kisses my face. I moan as he slides out, and I feel empty when he pulls out completely.

“You okay?” Peter asks.

“Mmm,” I respond, exhausted.

Peter laughs and goes to the bathroom to get rid of his condom. I whine, not wanting him to leave, but am too tired to go after him.

Peter comes back a few minutes later with a warm washcloth. He gently moves my legs to clean then before handing me one of his shirts and to wear.

I smile and put it on before lying back down on the bed and drifting off, murmuring, “I love you,” to Peter.

“Happy birthday, Y/N” is the last thing I hear before my reality fades into pleasant nothingness.

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20 Autobot Leaders Rated by How Much I Want to Punch Them

Starting with the big guy, the granddaddy of them all, G1 Optimus Prime. He’s like a father to me. I can’t in good conscience punch him, even if he sometimes deserves it for bad puns. 1/10 punchability I just can’t do it 

Rodimus Prime ranks high in the punchability for some because when Optimus died in the original movie, it traumatized kids so much that all their negative feelings got channeled into unbridled rage towards the guy who replaced him. However, I hate those guys because they became insufferable as adults, so that really just lowers Roddy’s punchability for me personally. 4/10 punchability he still kind of deserves it though 

Grimlock led the Autobots for a length of time I can’t remember after Optimus died in the Marvel comics. His was a reign of terror. I can’t decide if his jughead crown is kickin or if i want to kick it off him. 7/10 punchability he gets some lenience for his childlike innocence

Another Marvel comics leader was Fortress Maximus, who was also Cerebros. He was also the leader in the Headmasters anime after Rodimus flew off into space forever but I don’t think he actually had a personality in that. He’s a matryoshka of Autobot leaders with each getting smaller and more punchable than the last, ending in Moody College Student Spike Witwicky, who is thankfully the first one on this list who I don’t have to climb something to punch in the face. 9/10 punchability I’m a very short person so I might have to climb something anyways but that isn’t going to stop me

Last Marvel comics character, I swear. Captain Picard Hi-Q binary bonded with Optimus for a while, then Optimus died (this was about the third time), and Hi-Q eventually turned into Optimus so we just considered Optimus alive again. Don’t think too hard about it. 3/10 punchability I really like Star Trek TNG so I probably wouldn’t punch him

Ginrai’s robot self looks exactly like Optimus Prime, but he isn’t. Why he looks like him is sort of hand-waved away in the anime. The real-life reason, of course, is because he was just the Japanese release of Powermaster Optimus Prime. Ginrai is really good because he talks like an American teenager even when his robot form separated from his human self to become the Autobot commander at the end of Super-God Masterforce. 0/10 punchability I just can’t really punch a guy wearing converse, skinny jeans, and suspenders

Star Saber makes me forget that the Autobots were ever good guys. I don’t think he even has a personality outside of “noble and heroic leader.” He adopted a human son and tried to send him to a Catholic school but he doesn’t even buy him a uniform. The kid barely even goes to school in the end. 9/10 punchability don’t adopt a human if you’re not prepared to care for him

Optimus Primal is a good Autobot leader because he never even set out to be anything more than a captain on one ship but ended up sacrificing himself to bring life back to the planet, probably sparking a religious following. He won the “Power of the Primes” vote so he’s got to have a pretty low punchability, but he also looks like his malleble gorilla face would feel nice on my powerful fist. 5/10 punchability when POTP stuff starts coming will his name change to “optimus primal prime”?

Lio Convoy being a cat makes me not want to punch him so much. However, he isn’t a good father. Don’t worry about the kid not really being his son in any sense of the term. Why is ineptitude at fatherhood a recurring theme for Autobot leaders? 8/10 punchability Lio Junior deserved better

I’ll admit that Beast Wars Neo is the only thing on this list that I haven’t seen or read any of, so Big Convoy is mostly here for completion’s sake. Hence I’m rating him entirely on his appearance. Mostly I wouldn’t want to punch a mammoth, because they’re extinct, but I think he could take it. It would be a good workout for both of us. 10/10 punchability no hard feelings, we’re just two dudes lovingly punching each other

In Japan, he’s known as Fire Convoy, continuing their tradition of Autobot leader names, but in the west he’s the first-ever reboot of Optimus Prime. I don’t have a lot of opinions on him as a person or leader, but his existence opened the floodgates of Optimus Primes to come, which I have mixed feelings on. 5/10 punchability I can’t think of a reason to punch him, but I also can’t think of a reason not to

Armada Optimus Prime suffers from being Armada Optimus Prime. I think this was when they really managed to distill “Optimus Prime” down into its truest form. No longer was Optimus Prime a character, but a concept that extended beyond fiction and into our world. Optimus Prime means something. Optimus Prime is a figure for justice, honor, and liberty. 8/10 punchability I still can’t forget Energon though

Do I have to say anything. I’m not even somebody who vehemently dislikes Hot Shot, but for the love of god, why did he ever get to be a leader. 6/10 punchability I’d punch him but I wouldn’t put a lot of force into it, he’s not even worth it

Movie Optimus Prime is. uh. something else, all right. I can admire the movie taking the idea of Optimus Prime and going “okay, but what if he was also a murderbeast?” because I think that’s something we all really wanted to see play out. In practice it kind of scares me. 2/10 punchability I’m worried if I went for his face I’d no longer have mine

Animated Optimus Prime is a good boy. A baby boy. He’s trying his best in a world that seems against him. We all love him. 0/10 punchability I simply can’t bring myself to mar those luscious lips

I’m sure Animated Ultra Magnus did some great things during the war, but, yunno, seeing how Cybertron under him during peacetime is sort of a Stratocracy, I question his fitness to be the leader of a planet. They really gonna let the government run experiments on civilians? Okay. Alright. 4/10 I don’t want to punch him per se but I do sort of want to lead an armed rebellion against him

Hhh. HHHH. HOOGH. HHHAAAHH. HEH. HHhhhHHH. Just seeing Sentinel Prime’s face fills me with anger. If let loose, this rage could level mountains, sink continents, and incinerate entire solar systems. If there is any good in the cosmos, Sentinel Prime will not go unpunched. His face will be shattered into pieces with the sheer power of my unbridled fury. 10,000/10 punchability I have already punched him, spiritually, and I will do it again

I mean, alright. Prime Optimus Prime is kind of the distilled essence of Optimus Prime. If you took all the other Optimus Primes, and took all the things they had in common, and then took out a little bit of the anger because let’s be real here all the other Optimus Primes are quite a bit angrier than this one, you’d get Aligned Optimus Prime. Which is kind of how the Aligned continuity as a whole works. So, yeah, That Sure Is Optimus Prime. 3/10 punchability his soft-spoken words of wisdom would calm me down before I ever even raised my fist

Heatwave is the quintessential non-Optimus Autobot leader. He’s noble and courageous with a good sense of justice, but he was thrust into leadership without being the best and it and is a bit of a hothead. You can use that exact sentence to describe so many of the bots on this list. 4/10 punchability I don’t want to use violent methods when it comes to Rescue Bots but sometimes Heatwave’s personality warrants it 

I honestly can’t believe it took 30 years for a Bumblebee to be leader for reals. It happened so gradually that nobody was surprised when it happened, and yet it also feels like nobody can really accept it. I know I can’t. He doesn’t even look like any Bumblebee. Is this how longtime G1 fans felt when the Unicron trilogy started reusing names for different-but-not-wholly-different characters to keep the trademarks? 8/10 punchability we know you stole your schtick from Hot Rod via Hot Shot so stop trying to act like you’re so special 

Never Enough

Summary: Stiles is bummed about Lydia not liking him. You’re hurt inside because you’ve always loved him. After Stiles gets back from being beaten up, Lydia leaves to find Jackson. (This was when he was a Kanima). His dad sits down to talk with him.

Ship: Stiles x Fem!Reader, Isaac x Fem!Reader

Warnings: sadness, fluff, angst, heartbreak.

Your P.O.V

I lean against my locker, forcing my gaze away from Stiles. He trailed after Lydia, who hadn’t a care in the world. In fact, she looked like she didn’t think Stiles existed. It was as if he was a fly on a wall. I watch the interaction, a pang in my chest began to grow. I have to admit, I’d always loved him. Stiles, I mean. But, to him, I was never enough. Even when we were younger, I was never beautiful in his eyes. It was excruciatingly obnoxious. I glance at Scott, who stood not far from Stiles. He gave me a pitiful smile. Even before he got his powers he knew I loved Stiles. He knew the interaction broke my heart. 

I sent him a smile he knew was fake before walking off. I couldn’t stand to watch it happen again. I am so tired of doing the same thing over and over again. I shake my head to distract myself. The game was tonight so I had to focus. Instead of meeting the pack for lunch in the cafeteria, I made my way to the lacrosse field to practice. I slip on my headphones, blasting them as loud as I possibly could. The more I hit the net, the angrier I got. When I missed the last shot, tears started to corrode in the crooks of my eyes. Not now.. not here.. I pack up my stuff and head home, not bothering to finish my last class. I was never enough… No matter how hard I tried- I would never be enough in his eyes..

Later That Night..

I sat down next to Scott, watching the game begin. I was a little late so I wasn’t able to be there for Coach to pick me. When he saw me though, he lit up. “(Y/n)! We were looking for you everywhere! You’re up to change next!” I nodded, putting on a forceful smile. A few seconds later, a person I didn’t expect to see sat down next to Scott. “Isaac??” I asked, perplexed. “What’re you doing here??” He smirked. A random sensation making its way into my body. A flutter.. of warmth? “I’m here to win. So-” he said looking at Scott. “What’s the plan?” Scott glanced between the two of us, smiling genuinely.

“(Y/n), Issac and you will be up soon. You’ve gotta knock enough people out so I can be on.” We nod in agreement before I made my way into the field. I glance back at Stiles, his eyes on Lydia, who was sitting next to Melisa. She wasn’t even looking back at him. She was watching Jackson. I roll my eyes huffing. Moments like these made me happy that I joined lacrosse. I noticed as soon as I made my way onto the field, the players seemed to tense up. I was the most aggressive player. People from other teams called me merciless. Which I was.

Isaac’s goal was to get as many of our players out so that Scott could get in. My goal was to destroy the other team and stall the game as long as I could. The mere thought of being Scott’s primary weapon made me feel powerful. I was fast. Too fast for any of them to catch. My adrenaline level had sky rocketed. And with this new found anger, I was ready for anything. I squat down low, eyeing each of the boys like they were my prey. My gaze halted when I found a large one. He was tall, really tall. But he was buff with a lot of weight. Ya know what they say, the bigger they are the harder they fall. 

My breathing began to pick up as I stalked back and forth. I could tell there was a massive uneasiness between the boys on the other team. I guess my reputation proceeded me. The second they blew the whistle, I bolted across the field, faster than anyone of them could have predicted. Before the burly boy knew it, I dug my body weight from under his feet and through him over my shoulders. His face smacked the dirt like a sack of pudding hit a brick. The crowd ‘oohed’ at my harsh actions. One our players peered over at me, tossing over the ball as soon as I got up from drilling the boy. I ran across the field, dodging every move that came my way.

Finally there stood a boy a few feet in front of me. I smirk, barreling towards him, I push him out of the way before making the goal. However, Coach screamed louder than the rest. They called the point and we started again. Isaac was finally able to get Scott in, however he had to sit out due to an injury. I nod at him, saying with my eyes that it would be okay. Even after though, I felt his gaze harden on me. Something was different with him. I shake my head, pulling my focus back on the game. I paced back and forth, picking my next prey. The whole time though, I felt a pair of eyes watching me. Scott… It was a look of worry, something I was use to seeing from him. 

But the look he wore seemed a little different. Not worry for me. Confusion and worry. Confused as to how I was able to do what I did and worried for how heartbroken I actually was. I tore my gaze away, focusing on the game. Stiles scored the last few shots, winning the game for us. I was about to hug him when I realize his gaze was on her. It always was. And then, the lights went out. Screams and shouting echoed the field. I remove my helmet, trying to adjust to my surroundings. And then, the lights came on. People surrounded Jackson, who was apparently dead. 

Scott, Isaac and I exchanged confused glances. Mr. Stilinski broke through, shouting. “STILES?! WHERE IS MY SON?!” Oh my god.. They had him.. The rest of the night, I never left the Sheriffs side. I helped put out missing reports and slept in the police station, refusing to leave until he was found. Mr. Stilinski sat down next to me, two cups of coffee in his palms, handing one over to me, I smile as my inaudible thank you. He leans into me, whispering in a fatherly tone. “Why don’t you go home? Get some sleep, sport.” He only called Stiles and I that. I shake my head. “I won’t leave him. I won’t sleep tonight anyways..” He sighs, smiling down at me. “C'mon, you can stay at our house till he comes back.” I nod, taking a deep breath.

Originally posted by hopesanddreams321

Third P.O.V

The moment we get home she sits down on the edge of his bed. (Y/n) didn’t sleep all night and all day. Mr. Stilinski coaxed her into changing into normal clothes. Besides that though, she remained in his room, at the foot of his bed. Despite her harsh and unhealthy attempts, (Y/n) finally fell asleep, teary eyed with dark circles, she was wrapped in a ball at the edge of his bed. Little did she know, Mr. Stilinski came in, pulling a blanket over her before sitting down at Stiles’ desk. He glanced down at her, sighing. “Where is my son..” A voice croaked from the door. “Right here..” It was.. Stiles. Mr. Stilinski stood up, crying as he hugged his son for dear life.

Originally posted by bestiadelgevaudan

After a few seconds though, he noticed the dark bruises and marks that cascaded across his face. “Who did this to you?!” He asked with quiet anger, remembering that (Y/n) was still well asleep. Stiles shook his head. “Dad- it was no one- just some kids at the other school who weren’t too happy that we beat them-” He interjected, angry. “I’m gonna have a word with that school-” Stiles shook his head. “No- dad- I’m fine-” Mr. Stilinski pulled him into a hug once more before letting him wake up (Y/n), who laid sleeping peacefully for the first time in god knows how long.

Your P.O.V

I curled myself deeper into his blankets, breathing in his comforting scent. Seconds later, I hear a mermir of two voices. It stirs me slightly, but doesn’t wake me. Minutes go by before I force and pry my droopy eye lids open there stood on outline of a boy. And then I realized, it was Stiles. Automatic joy rushed through me as i bolted up and off the bed, tackling him onto the floor. I sat on his lap, face burrowed in his neck. I started to shake. “Stiles- I-” He nodded, understandingly wrapping his arms around me. After a few minutes, I let go, eyes wide at his bruises. “Stiles! Oh my god! Who did this to you?!” He takes my wrists, sighing. “I’m fine, (Y/n).” 

With one of his thumbs he wiped away a tear. “I was so worried about you.. I thought-” My voice croaked. He pulls me into another warm hug. After talking for a little longer, he finally coaxes me to head on home. I hug him and Mr. Stilinski again before heading home. However, the whole trip home, I couldn’t help but feel broken. I noticed the endless presents on his desk, all of which were for Lydia. And guess where she was? With Jackson.. Always with Jackson. I hated this empty feeling.. I plug my headphones in, blasting the music. I needed to move on.. 

The minute I walked in the door, my phone buzzed. I glanced down to see that it was from Isaac. We need your help. Meet us at the abandoned warehouse down the street. I look up from my phone, with a determined look. I drop my bag and sprint upstairs, shuffling through my belongings to open up my weapons. After grabbing them, I got in my mustang and headed over to the warehouse. 

Third P.O.V

Mr. Stilinski let Lydia in. She headed upstairs, knocking on his door. “I’m fine, Dad.” The knock came again, Stiles huffed, whipping open the door. “I said I’m fine-” He stopped when his eyes fell on Lydia. “Your dad let me in.” She muttered quietly. A heavy blush rushed through his cheeks. “Uhh- come in.” Cautiously, she did. “What happened to your face?” He shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Pff- it’s nothing-” Lydia didn’t bother to press on. Stiles couldn’t help but feel an empty whole in his heart. He wanted her to love him. After a few seconds of silence, he walked over to see her teary. 

“They won’t let me see him..” Jackson. He didn’t say anything. He couldn’t.. What could he possibly say that would ease her? They sit at the edge of his bed. Lydia stands to pace, something that bought her strange comfort. Her eyes soon fell upon a massive pile of presents, mostly unwrapped. “Stiles, why do you have feminine products?” His eyes went wide as he scratched the back of his neck, cheeks flushed. “I wasn’t sure what to get you for your birthday, so I just bought a bunch of stuff. Most of which, I’m gonna return.” She pointed at the TV, with a confused expression. 

“That, I’m definitely returning.” All of a sudden, she got a text. “You’re gonna wanna see this.” Jackson’s gone. “I have to find him.” Stiles stopped in front of her. “Lydia- it’s not safe- you have no care in the world about your life- but if you die- I’ll go out of the fricken mind!” She rolled her eyes, pushing past him. “Fine. I’ll find him myself.” Stiles called after her, huffing. “Lydia!” She walked out, her strawberry blonde hair bounced up and down as she slammed the door. Stiles didn’t bother following her. He rested his head on the palm of his hand, moving his feet around in the spiny chair. 

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A few seconds later, Mr. Stilinski leaned against the doorway. “So, you and her? Is there a thing there?” Stiles shakes his head, a sad expression plastered on his face. “No, she’s in love with someone else.” His dad chuckled slightly. Stiles asked puzzled. “What’s so funny?!” Mr. Stilinski shook his head, sitting down next to his oblivious son. “Son, if you haven’t noticed by now- I don’t think you ever will. I know this is not my business but a girl we’ve both known our whole lives has liked you just as long, if not longer, than the girl you were just with. Get some sleep, sport.” And with that, he left stiles to ponder his thought. However, no matter how hard he tried to think, he couldn’t think of anyone.

Your P.O.V

I pull into the warehouse parking lot. Scott and Isaac stood before me. “I told you not to call her!!” Scott hissed at him. I shake my head, smirking. “With what may or may not go down tonight, you’re gonna need all the help you can get.” I could have sworn Isaac’s eyes raked up and down my body before glancing back at Scott. “She’s right-” He said, biting his lip. “We need her.” Scott rolled his eyes before reluctantly heading in. Deep down, I was like a sister to him and a daughter to Melisa. I understood that he didn’t want to see me get hurt. I mean, I was human after all. To him, I was precious cargo. When we walk, I look over to see Mr. Argent. I was close with Allison so that brought me even closer to Chris. We respected each other. He shakes my hand, a small smile on his face.

“It’s good to see you, (Y/n).” I grinned. “You too, Mr. Argent.” All of a sudden, he tenses up. I run over my shoulder to see Derek walking out dramatically from the darkness. I can’t help but roll my eyes. He looks at all of us before stalking towards Jackson’s body. Scott questioned his motives, looking for something- someone else. “Wait! Where’s Lydia and Peter?!-” Derek mutters, unzipping the body bag. “There’s no time-” He interjected, roughly. “Think about it Scott! Gerard is just going to keep using Jackson- killing more people who dare to get in his way!” Mr. Argent took a few steps forward, shaking his head in denial. “No, no- that’s not true! Gerard wouldn’t let a wild animal let loose!” All of a sudden, another voice interrupted the argument. “You’re right, I wouldn’t.”

I turn over my shoulder to see.. Gerard. And in a matter of seconds, everything went to shit. An arrow shot out from behind Gerard. Scott and I croak at the same time. “Allison?” He had her too. I turn over my shoulder to see Isaac fall down. The arrow. Scott and I run over to him, Derek on the other hand, was thrown into the other room. Mr. Argent shot at the Kanima, Jackson, before running from him. “I’ll make sure he’s okay- GO! Help Chris!” I say towards Scott. Isaac nods, reassuringly. Scott looked between the two of us before running to the other room. I turn my attention back to Isaac. He laughs, despite the pain. “Ya know, (Y/n). Of all the ways to steal my heart- this has to be the worst.” I can’t help but smile. “Isaac, if I was gonna steal your heart- this wouldn’t be my first choice.”

I wrap my hands around the arrow, pulling it out. He groans, his head falling back. My heart picks up slightly at how attractive he looked in this moment. “How would you steal my heart then, (Y/n)?” Automatically, I blush. “I have a few ideas-” I say, winking at him before pulling him up and off the floor. I touch his chest with my hand. The interaction was sweet. “You okay?” He nods, stuttering slightly. I could have sworn his face flushed. “Uhh-yeah- I’m good. Let’s go.” We enter seconds before Derek is thrown to the ground. He gets up and we surround the Kanima. It was as if a whistle blew because in no time, we were fighting in unison. The Kanima, Jackson, threw Scott and Derek to the side. Isaac laid on the floor, not too far from me.

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Jackson made his way towards him. And in that moment, it was as if all my pain washed away and the only thing that mattered, was Isaac. I push myself up and run at Jackson with full force. I drop kick him in the stomach before jumping up to punch him. He falls to the ground with a loud thud. “DON’T!-” I punch. “EVER!-” I punch again. “TOUCH!-” And again. “HIM!-” I wrap my hands around his scaly collar, using all my strength and adrenaline to throw him against the concrete wall. It snapped in half. I was fuming, pulsating with energy and rage. It was a new found feeling. And I liked it. I could have sworn I saw a look shared between Isaac, Scott, Derek and Mr. Argent. And then, the adrenaline left. I fall to one knee, looking up to see Isaac holding his side, a smile on his face. However, it quickly fades when knife shards slice through him.

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He spits out blood, falling to the floor. “NOO!!” I exclaimed. Allison snickered over his body, her daggers at the ready. Desperately, I begin to crawl over to her. However, before she could make any moves, her weapons fell to the ground with a loud clank. Jackson wrapped his scaly claws around her neck, choking her slightly. She gasps, looking over to Gerard with confusion. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He comes out from the shadows, smirking. Scott watched the interaction with fear. “He’s doing exactly what he came here to do.” Gerard smiled at him. “You knew.. You smelled it on me- at the station.” Isaac croaked, sitting up. “He’s dying..” He nodded. “Sadly, science doesn’t have a cure for cancer- but the supernatural does.” Mr. Argent barked at him, watching his daughter cautiously.

“You monster!! You took away my sister, my wife and now, now you threaten my daughter-!!” Gerard growled back at him. “I WOULD KILL MY OWN SON TO SURVIVE!” He turned his attention back towards Scott. “You know what you have to do Scott.” He looks down, ashamed before lifting Derek up. I push myself up, watching the interaction closely. Gerard lifted his hand up to the sky, letting out a victory cry. However, it was no victory. Seconds later, black goo dropped down his arm. He cried out in pain, glaring daggers at Scott. “MOUNTAIN ASH!!!” Scott glanced back and Derek and I, smiling. “I had a plan.” I couldn’t help but grin. Gerard crumpled to the ground, groaning. Jackson let go of Allison, puzzled now that his master was dead.

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Allison turned over her shoulder to kick him away. The minute she did so, a car ran through the door, running Jackson over. I force myself up despite the pain that emulated in my side. Isaac ran over to me, wrapping his hands in my face. “Are you okay?” I nod, looking over to see Rosco. Stiles shrieked as Jackson jumped on top of the car. Lydia hopped out. An empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. He stuck to her, not even bothering to check on anyone else. She stood in front of Jackson, almost weeping. She croaked, holding up the key that he had given her. “Jackson?” The moment he saw it, he shifted back to a human. He hugged her as if his life deepened upon it. The minute they pulled away from each other, Derek and Peter came in for the kill. Lydia gasped, cradling his now lifeless body.

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She reluctantly pulled herself away from him. Stiles took a step forward to comfort her. It made my heart break to watch him throw himself at her. However, he paused. We all looked down at him. He rose up, howling before he let out a growl and turned back to normal. Holy shit.. Lydia lunged forward, clinging to him. I glanced back at Stiles. His eyes were wet from heartbroken tears. I was so mad- how could someone as selfish as Lydia do that to someone like Stiles. He gave her everything. And she continued to treat him like dirt.. I turned over my shoulder. Not even daring to say goodbye. But as soon as I started walking, I felt dizzy and disoriented. And then, everything went black.

Third P.O.V

Isaac watched (Y/n) fall to the ground. Before she hit the concrete though, he caught her, concern washing over his feature. “(Y/n)!?! Scott! I need help! I think she’s lost too much blood!” He ran over to her. As did Allison, Mr. Argent, Derek and Stiles. Isaac lifts her up, cradling her now cold body. “SCOTT-!” He exclaims, petrified. “-SHE’S FREEZING!” Scott glanced at Stiles in fear, (Y/n) meant everything to them. “OKAY- C’MON! Deaton will know what to do!!” They hop in the Stiles’ jeep. Isaac held (Y/n) close to him. He couldn’t help but begin to feel something for her. Little did he know, he was falling for her. He brushed a lock of hair out of her face with his thumb. The interaction was so small yet so intricate. 

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Stiles drove fast, desperate to help his friend. But deep down, a strange feeling began to bubble inside. It began when he first noticed the intimacy between his dear friend, (Y/n), and the fairly new werewolf, Isaac. The soft touches and lingering looks bothered him to no end. But why would it? Finally, they pulled up to Deaton’s office, shuffling in. An hour pasted before Deaton came out from examining (Y/n). “So, how is she?” Isaac asked, his tone full of genuine concern. He glanced back at her body before eyeing the boys. The rest of them arrive seconds later before the doctor spoke again. “How’s (Y/n)?” Mr. Argent asked, his daughter at his side. Deaton sighed, rubbing his temples. “I was just about to tell the boys before you burst in. Did anything happen to (Y/n) when you fought? Like, did you notice anything out of the ordinary?” 

Scott nodded, glancing between Derek, Isaac and Mr. Argent, who saw the events transpire. “Yeah, she threw Jackson, in Kanima form, across the room and broke the concrete wall in half. She’s human-” Stiles interrupted, wide eyed. “Wait- she THREW Jackson?!?! In KANIMA form?!?!” Derek nodded, jaw tight. “I’ve never seen that kind of power before..” And in that moment, they all looked back at her. Her body was motionless. Stiles looked at his best friend memories of their childhood flouded in his head. “What’s wrong with her..?” His voice croaked. Deaton sighed again. “I was looking through some old supernatural books and there is a story that’s said to revolve around the birth of supernatural creatures. And sometimes, there are true creatures. Creatures that are born with a legacy. Rarely, however, the supernatural can create something- new. It can evolve-” Stiles rudely buds in. 

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“So, what’s this go to do with, (Y/n)?!” They looked back at her before glancing back at Deaton. “She’s an evolution. A new creation. Completely natural too. Nothing in her system’s out of the ordinary.-” Scott asks, with pure curiouscity. “So, what is she?” He sighs. “She’s human but I believe she’s two other creatures-” He pauses, Stiles shouts. “WHAT IS SHE?!” He looks up at them. “I’m not totally sure-” Stiles barks back at him again. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE NOT SURE?!” Scott pushes him back. “Stiles-” He looked back at Scott and then back at Deaton, breathing heavily through his nose. “Isaac walked forward.

 “So, what do you think she is?” The doctor shrugs, shaking his head. “I’m not one-hundred percent sure. There are hundreds of creatures she could be..” Derek nodded. “So what are we gonna do about it?” The vet doctor glanced at the young motionless body. “You keep an eye on her. Her real abilities should finally awaken during the blue moon.” Isaac and Stiles spoke in unison. “That’s tomorrow!” Deaton shrugged. “You boys have a lot of work to do.” 

(I hope to turn this into a series. MESSAGE ME or INBOX ME if you want me to continue it. I was thinking succubus and vampire reader??)

A thing you probably don’t know about me is that sometimes I get in this mood where I don’t want to do anything but spend every spare moment binge-watching House, M.D. for several days at a time. I was on ep 2.15, “Clueless,” AKA that one where Wilson crashes at House’s place for a while, when inspiration struck and this Sterek drabble happened. Or… It’s almost 2k words, so maybe it’s a bit more than a drabble, BUT it’s still a drabble in spirit. (Rated T.)

It’s almost midnight when Derek finally shoulders on his coat, locks his office door, and steps out, only to spot Stiles crouched in front of the vending machine at the end of the hall, whacking the glass with the heel of his palm and muttering darkly.

Derek can’t just ignore him; he never can. (It’s a bit of a problem, and everyone in the hospital seems to know it, except for Stiles.) Before he knows it, he’s changed tracks and walked right over. “What are you still doing here?”

Stiles sits back on his heels to look up at him. “Bob ate my dollar and I’m feeling petty so I’m trying to get it back.”

“Bob?” Derek asks, a split second before he remembers that Stiles named the vending machine. It’s just this kind of thing that makes Derek feel guilty for sometimes looking at Stiles’ mouth a little too long, or pausing to let his eyes follow Stiles’ progress down the hall. Stiles isn’t a kid or anything, but he’s still only 26 to Derek’s 32, and he’s still got a year of residency to go. A lot of times, like when he’s jamming out to his iPod while he looks over lab work or doing stupid stuff like naming the vending machines, he seems to Derek more like a college kid than a grown man with a medical license and a house and a girlfriend.

Stiles goes back to hitting the vending machine, and Derek remembers why he originally came over here. “Didn’t your shift end at 7?”

Stiles smirks up at him, and Derek tries very, very hard not to imagine him making that same face in certain… other contexts. “What, you got my schedule memorized now, Dr. Hale? I’m flattered.”

It would make Derek’s life a lot easier if so much of what Stiles said didn’t come out sounding so flirtatious. Derek crosses his arms over his chest. “You’re deflecting.”

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Celestial Navigation:  Prison Break

Okay, so here you go!  This is for the Anon who was having a rough time of it like a month or so ago, and I said I’d write this, then got started and couldn’t get it to go anywhere.  It just…sucked.  I don’t know.  I’ve tried to clean it up some, so hopefully, it is fun and will lift Anon’s spirits if they are still out there.  I didn’t forget.  I just had a hard time with this one, so I hope it is remotely close to what you were hoping for.  Anyway, enjoy!  Thanks everyone.  

Summary:  Tony and Rhodey end up in jail because they were protesting Trump.  Steve is very displeased by this. Or, the “No One Puts Baby in Cell” Edition. 

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Bellamy Blake Imagine: Addicted

Requested by @jazminblake

Song: Crazy in love

Summary: Reader and Bellamy are the leaders of the camp and are really close. One day Bellamy starts avoiding her without any reason. Reader is hurt because she loves him and tries to find out why he ignores her. One day she finally makes him talk to her and he admits that he got scared of being in love with her.

Word Count:  2102


Originally posted by nancywheeleers


Y/N’s POV

I had never thought that a person could influence someone else’s life so much just by their presence. But now, after my life had completely turned upside down and I found myself on the Earth with another 100 delinquents, I knew it was possible. Somehow I had earned a leadership position which I shared with Bellamy Blake.

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Sanvers in College: Alex Drunk Dials the Cute Girl from Bio Class

Based on this post: https://hazingblur.tumblr.com/post/160026282401/queercapwriting-wlwprompts-person-a-is-drunk @hazingblur

Original prompt from @wlwprompts : “Person A is drunk and decides to randomly call that cute girl from biology class to tell her she’s pretty”

@lesbapocalypse you also asked for this so like.


She’s drunk and she’s stolen Kara’s phone, because it’s finals week and all bets are off and that cute girl from biology class?

She’s 1000% sure that her name is Maggie – Maggie Sawyer – not that she paid attention.

Pfft.

No. Of course she didn’t.

And she’s 1000% sure that said Maggie Sawyer is the same Maggie that her little sister has befriended.

And therefore, that cute girl’s number – and when she says cute, she means it, but god, she also means blazingly sexy – must be in Kara’s phone.

So she swipes the phone from her sister’s bag while Kara laughs with James and Winn. Swipes it and chugs another gulp of illegal punch and she finds Maggie’s name – complete with a picture, god, a gorgeous picture, because damn, those dimples, that hair, those downcast eyes – in Kara’s contacts.

Finds the name, and tries once, twice, three times, to successfully hit the big green button that makes the phone dial.

She giggles and almost bounces on the balls of her feet as the phone rings, rings, rings.

“Hey Kara!”

Alex freezes at the sound of her voice – her voice that she’s used to hearing only asking the best questions, only giving the best answers, in bio lecture, in bio lab – and she contemplates hanging up and leaving it to her sister to explain the butt dial.

“Kara?”

But now Maggie sounds concerned, because she must hear the party in the background, and Alex has seen her smile, seen her nerdiness, but she’s also seen her motorcycle, her leather jacket, her gym bag. And she doesn’t want her to be concerned, to feel like she has to speed to the party to rescue Kara from whatever situation she might be in.

“Hey! No, nope, not Kara. I mean, of course you thought it was Kara, I took her phone, I mean, obviously you thought it was her – ”

“Danvers?”

“Not the blonde one!”

“Alex.”

“Hiiiii.”

There’s a pause and she thinks she hears Maggie shuffling something.

“Danvers, you drunk? Are you with people, drinking water?”

“Awww, Sawyer, you care about me!”

“Well I sure don’t want you passing out in your own vomit, Danvers. I’ve been there, it’s not pleasant.”

Her voice is pleasant, though, and Alex collapses drunkenly onto a half-occupied couch, completely oblivious to the couple that had been making out, who shoot her irritated looks as they get up to find a better spot to kiss.

Alex thinks she hears that shuffling again, and maybe some wind, but she’s drunk and everything is oh so slightly hazy, but pleasantly so – pleasant, because Maggie Sawyer is on the phone with her, Maggie Sawyer cares whether she throws up or not. Maggie Sawyer. God. How can anyone be that perfect?

“I’m finnneee. I just… it’s just, I know you’re Kara’s friend, but we’ve never really talked, and I… even if you weren’t Kara’s friend, I’d have noticed you, you know. I mean, how could I not notice you? Do you know we’re in the same bio class? You’re always so smartest. The smartest girl in the class. The smartest and the cutest. And my sister’s friend! What are the odds, huh? Maybe we can calculate it with genome mapping or something. But we’re more than our code, right, we have to be. You believe that, right, Maggie?”

“Hey, Danvers, I’m not cutting you off, but can you do me a favor?”

Alex preens. Her last name sounds so nice on Maggie’s tongue. She wonders what else would feel nice on Maggie’s tongue. Everything, probably.

She nods before she realizes vaguely that Maggie can’t see her.

“Mmhmm.”

“Remind me which house is throwing the party you all are at.”

Alex squints as she tries to remember. “The one across from the science building. Where we take bio. Together. But now term is ending and maybe we won’t do anything together again. Not even that we did anything in bio together, because I was too nervous to – ”

“Danvers, whoa whoa. Can you do me another favor, sweetie?”

Alex’s heart backflips and she almost careens off the couch, because she called her sweetie, she called her sweetie, she called her sweetie.

The sound of wind on the other line increases in her ear, but maybe that’s just a side effect from how hard she’s pressing the phone to her ear, like the closer she clutches it, the closer she’ll be to Maggie.

“Yeah.” She thinks her voice might be higher, might be breathier, than it normally is, but that’s alright, because Maggie Sawyer called her sweetie.

“I know you have things you feel like you want to tell me right now, and I want to hear them, but only if you still want to tell me when you’re sober, okay?”

Alex blinks and furrows her brow at the phone, because – maybe she’s more drunk than she thought – Maggie’s voice seems to be coming from two places, now. One, through the phone, and one, less static-y, closer to her body.

She looks up from the couch and she startles, because Maggie is standing over her, crouching down next to her as she hangs up her phone, all basketball shorts and hoodie and flip flops and hair hastily tied back into a messy ponytail.

She’s grinning softly, but she’s breathing kind of heavily, like she’d just sprinted from her dorm room. Because, Alex realizes dimly, that’s exactly what she just did.

“Hey Alex,” she says as Alex splutters, as Alex fumbles to sit up straight, to fix her hair, to hang up Kara’s phone without dropping it.

Alex thinks she may be imagining it, but Maggie’s voice is softer, now, more breakable, now, more vulnerable, now, than it had been when they’d been on the phone. When Maggie had been on a search-and-give-water-to-the-drunk-girl mission.

But now that she’s arrived, water bottle she must have grabbed on the way out of her dorm in hand, her voice is shy, and her eyes are shy, and her eyes are something that look a little scared.

“Hi Maggie,” Alex whispers, and then giggles because she’s not sure why she’s whispering.

Maggie grins, and it’s the sweetest sight Alex has ever seen. She made Maggie Sawyer smile.

“Why did you come all the way here? You didn’t have to come all the way here, I – ”

“Well, clearly your sister doesn’t know what you’re up to or how drunk you are, because if she did I would have heard her in the background telling you to think before you dial and all that stuff.”

Alex covers her face with hands made clumsy by alcohol.

“Ugh, I’m sorry, you’re right, I shouldn’t have – I ruined your night, I embarrassed myself, I’m sorry, Maggie, I – ”

“Hey, hey, no, that’s not what I meant.” Maggie gets up from her crouch to sit on the couch next to Alex, and she opens the water bottle for her and presses it gently into her hands.

“Drink. Please?”

“I’m not that drunk.”

Maggie just nods, and Alex does as she’s told.

She finishes the entire bottle in one chug, and Maggie just watches her with cautious but glistening eyes.

“Okay, come on. Kara!” she calls across the room, and Kara seems to materialize next to them instantly.

“Maggie! I thought you weren’t in the mood to party toni – Alex? Are you okay? What – ”

“Here. Your phone.”

“How did you – ”

“Tell you in the morning. Right now, I’m gonna take your sister back to my room – no funny business, I promise – and help her sober up a little. Okay?”

Kara glances between Maggie’s disheveled appearance and Alex’s drunken one, and she kisses Alex’s cheek.

“Don’t give her a hard time, okay, Alex?” she teases, and Alex giggles as she stands unsteadily, both Kara and Maggie stabilizing her.

“When do I give anyone a hard time?”

Kara just kisses her again, just thanks Maggie, doesn’t object to their arrangement, because she trusts Maggie not to take advantage of her sister, and she knows that her sister would like nothing more than to get to know Maggie better. She just wishes she’d have had the courage to reach out sober. But they’ll work on that. The three of them.

Alex leans on Maggie, who’s wrapped her arm around Alex’s waist, and revels in the contact.

As they walk, she rambles about the chemical structure of alcohol. About its impacts on the brain. Maggie listens and Maggie smiles and Maggie nods in all the right places, and Maggie lets her talk, lets her talk, because she’s focused on making sure she doesn’t let the taller girl stumble and fall.

When Maggie shoves her dorm door open, Alex freezes.

“You know I’ve wanted this since like, the first time I saw you. For you to take me back to your room. To…” Her eyes flit down to Maggie’s lips.

“To kiss you.”

Maggie gulps and slips away from her, taking care to keep her hands on Alex’s arms to help her stabilize.

“Go pee.”

“What?”

“You’re this drunk? You for sure need to pee. Bathroom’s right there. Can you make it on your own?”

Alex nods with tears in her eyes, and Maggie hates herself a little bit, but she’d hate herself a lot more if she let this conversation continue.

The bathroom door shuts and the water flushes and the sink runs for a long, long, long moment.

When Alex stumbles out, it’s with confusion and the shadows of hurt in her eyes.

“Did I do something wrong? I don’t have to stay here, you didn’t have to – I just thought – you ran to… to rescue me, and you gave me water, and you took me home, and I thought that meant you like me as much as I like you, and I –

"Alex. Alex, Alex, look… We can talk about all this when you’re sober. If you still want to talk about it. I promise. But right now? Right now, we can talk biology. Or astrophysics, or about the dessication and revival of tardigrades, whatever you want. Just not us. Not now. And certainly no kissing. Okay?”

Alex slumps down onto Maggie’s bed without asking, and Maggie just grins and kneels to help take Alex’s boots off.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re drunk, Danvers,” Maggie giggles like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“It’s never mattered to any guy,” Alex almost whispers, and Maggie stiffens, and her nostrils flare, and her eyes are more serious, more full of rage, than Alex has ever seen them.

“Well, it matters to me. Okay? Come on.”

She helps Alex swing her legs up onto the bed, holds her up to take in one more glass of water, hastily poured, and she kicks off her flip flops and grabs a pillow from the other side of her bed.

“You’re not gonna come to bed?”

“The floor’s perfectly fine for me, Danvers.”

“But – ”

“When you’re sober. If you still want to. I promise, Alex. Okay?”

“You promise?”

“Yeah, Danvers. Yeah. I promise.”

But Alex is asleep, a small smile on her face, before Maggie even finishes her promise. Her promise to her best friend’s big sister, who she’s been trying to gather the courage to ask out for months now.

She snuggles down onto the floor and – eventually – falls asleep with a smile on her own face, too.

anonymous asked:

SHAWN SURPRISING U AT UNI BEING RYAN LIKE HIS DUMB SELF

That little fucker really out there living dat uni life GIRL imagine him flying out and surprising you during a particularly heavy week at uni. 

You’d be tired, eye bags dark and hair a little greasy (you would’ve been late to your 8:45 lecture today if you washed your hair this morning). Dumping your stuff on the cafeteria table, you’d sink into the uncomfortable plastic chair– legs outstretched on a spare chair. Your friends would be talking about homework, something about the thousand word essay and the presentation for the seminar that you can’t be bothered to listen to.

You’d be dozing off, face buried in your backpack when you feel the chair move, your legs falling off with a hard smack.

Ow! What the hell?!” you’d angrily sit up.

Your eyes would double in size once you saw your boyfriend trying to shove his tall frame on to the chair.

“Shawn?! What are you doing here?” your eyes would snap from Shawn to your friends, who were grinning at you excitedly.

“Who’s Shawn? I’m Ryan.” he’d grin cheekily, leaning down to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“Wha–” your eyebrows would crease, looking around the cafeteria worriedly to see if anyone recognized your boyfriend. Your eyes settle on him and you squint suspiciously. “Did you buy fake glasses?”

Ryan has a bit of trouble with reading the board when it’s too far away.” he’d muse excitedly, as if he wasn’t a fucking pop star whom teenage girls can spot from a mile away, by his hair alone.

“You do realize that people recognize you by your freakin’ nose, right? Those glasses aren’t going to disguise you.” you deadpan.

“(Y/N),” Shawn looks at you pointedly. “I haven’t seen you in three months and you say hi by scolding my shitty disguise?”

“So you admit that it’s shitty?” you raise your eyebrows in question.

He’d roll his eyes, a grin escaping nonetheless. “I miss you, too.”

You’d let him pull you onto his lap as he gives you a real kiss and you’d break away cause your friends were ‘aww’ing too loud.

The rest of your break would consist of your friends telling Shawn all about how much you missed him. You’d grumble half-heartedly, something about your friends being absolute liars but Shawn would only chuckle cockily, pulling you closer. 

“What else does she say about me?” he’d ask your friends, a little smirk making its way onto his lips. 

He’d tell you not to worry about the bus as he leads you to his car parked at the student parking lot.

“Your car?” your mouth parted in disbelief. “You brought your Jeep to my uni?”

“’Course I did. Gotta’ drive around my princess, don’t I?” he’d give you a cheeky grin as he holds open the passenger door for you. 

“Un-fucking-believable.” you’d mutter under your breath, getting in to the passenger side anyways. 

“You’re welcome!” he’d reply in a sing-song voice. 

The car ride would be filled with Shawn lowly humming to a nice tune on the radio and you’d try your best to ignore the students bluntly gaping at Shawn’s luxurious car as it drove by your campus. You’re thankful he’s got such dark tinted windows. You’d also be ignoring the hand on your thigh, playing with the hem of your skirt, because it has been three months. 

“You look gorgeous, baby.” he’d say, and you know it’s earnest because he’s got that stupid little grin that he can’t control as he sneaks little glances at you. 

“Less talking, more driving.” you’d reply, but you’d lean over to kiss his cheek nonetheless. Then, because you’ve missed the way his cheeks flush upon making contact with your lips, you’d press a teasing kiss to his neck. Just enough to make him shiver.

“Tease.” he’d huff, and you’d pull away with your own cheeky grin. 

It doesn’t take long for Shawn long to get antsy, and soon enough he’s fumbling with his safety belt because he’s so frustrated and you’d giggle devilishly, quickly getting out of the Jeep. 

“Shit.” he’d swear under his breath as he tries his best to catch up to you before you got into your apartment. 

You’d feel him before you’d hear him, his arms (more toned than you last remembered) curling around you as he peppers the back of your neck with sloppy, spongy kisses.

“Shawn, stop–” you’d gasp in-between giggles. “You’re gonna’ annoy the neighbors.” 

“Neighbors, eh?” his lips would slide up to your earlobe, capturing the flesh gently between his teeth. 

“Mhmm.” you’d hum, momentarily distracted by his nibbling.

“Would you like to help me introduce myself to them?” you’d hear the suggestive tone.

“You haven’t even been here for more than two hours.” you’d shake your head disapprovingly, playfully clucking at him. 

“Okay, okay.” Shawn raises his hands in mock defeat. “If you don’t want any loving, that’s fine by me.”

You’d roll your eyes as you tug on his hand, leading him into your apartment. He’d look around, taking in your living space and the little things you’ve changed since he was there last (he makes himself a reminder to get you to give him an apartment tour later). He’s so distracted by your new salt lamp that he doesn’t even notice what’s going on until you’re straddling him on your bed. 

“Thank you, Shawn.” you’d look into his eyes honestly. 

“For what?” he’d ask, his lazy eye drooping slightly from how big and goofy his smile was.

“For being here.” you mumble, snuggling into his hard chest. “Means a lot, y’know?”

“I know, baby.” you feel him kiss the top of your head. “I’ll always be here when you need me.” 

Shawn wouldn’t really mind that you didn’t reply right away. He’d continue to run his fingers through your hair and gently rub your back. He wouldn’t really mind when you fall asleep on his lap, either–soft snores escaping your parted mouth and eyes shut. He’d gently lay you on the bed and take off your jeans for you, so you’ll be comfortable. Afterwards, he’d crawl under the sheets and pull you close to him. You’d think you were dreaming when you hear him whisper “I love you, good night”. 


A/N: UM WOW I GOT SUPER CARRIED AWAY THIS IS A FULL BLOWN IMAGINE NOT EVEN A BLURB ANYMORE WHATEVER I’VE GOT LOTS OF FEELINGS OK

What’s Your Fantasy? ~ smut

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: Stiles x Reader x Derek

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT ~ Threesome (no m/m)

Word Count: 3836

A/N: This is strictly m/f threesome. No Sterek up in this bitch (sorry not sorry, I’m greedy and I want all the attention) 



“Stiles,” I croon, placing the half folded copy of Cosmo on the bed, looking down to where he sits on the floor amongst the scattered copies of research he’s immersed in.

“Hmm?” He hums as he reads, his eyes darting back and forth over the page.

“Tell me one of your fantasies,” I turn on my side, resting my head on my hand.

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shiraw  asked:

43. “Are you drunk?” Paperhat :3. I love your writing too. You're just amazing!!

“Are you drunk?”

Dementia stepped into Dr. Flug’s private quarters cautiously. She eyed the empty bottles of cheap beer scattered across the floor, and then her friend, who sat slumped over at his desk. Slowly, she picked her way over to him, and laid a hand on his shoulder

“Flug are you-” Suddenly, Flug snapped to attention, nearly falling backwards out of his chair, and staring at Dementia through fogged up goggles. He stammered out,

“Wha? What are you… oh…”  He reached up under his crinkled bag and rubbed at his eyes. “HEy, DementiA!”

“Ah jeez, Flug, how much did you drink?” Dementia asked. The doctor held his hand in front of his face and tried to count on his fingers.

“Uhh… one, two…. Three??? Four. Maybe 5?” he muttered. Then Flug lurched in his chair and stood up to face Dementia. “ ‘M not sure!”

Taking another look, Dementia noticed their were were only 3 beers that were actually empty on the floor; she sighed internally in relief.

“All right, how ‘bout you sit down and we can have a lil’ chat,” she said. Then she guided her friend back into his seat, and hoisted herself onto his desk. “Why’d you feel like drinking?”  

Flug slammed him face down onto the desk with a loud THUNK, and groaned. His next ‘words’ sounded as if someone had managed to say a keyboard smash out loud, which caused Dementia even more concern.

“FLuuuuuuuggggg, what’s happening in that super smart noggin?” The doctor shifted so he could look the girl in the eye.

“Toooooo, many feeeeeelings, Dem,” Flug slurred.

“What KINDA feelings?”

“Heart stuff, like, bang bang in my chest and uhhhhhhhh, ya know?” Dementia was trying so hard not to laugh, but the way Flug was looking at her like he’d just revealed some big secret made her double over with laughter.

“You have a crush on someone!! Oh my gosh are you serious!? That’s why you’re drinking!!??” Even with his bag on, Dementia could tell that Flug was blushing, as the skin disappearing under the bag’s fringe was turning pink.

“I-its not f-funny DEM!” Flug shouted and folded his arms tightly across his chest like a pouty child. “I *hic* don’t want to feeeeeel things about him.”

“HIM!!!??? HIM!!!!!” Dementia jumped off the desk and began to bounce in front of Flug on tip-toe. Flug made that keyboard smash sound again, then promptly fell out of his chair and began to roll across the floor in no particular direction, just to get away from Dementia. She followed close behind. “Unless you’ve been getting out of the house Flug, which I KNOW you haven’t, there is ONE him in this house and-”

“StttoooooOOOOPP,” Flug groaned and slapped his hand up at Dementia’s face, then curled into tighter ball on the floor.

“I can’t believe this!”

“I’m gonna kill yah… and then ‘M gonna drown myself with drink.”

“No you’re not, silly! You and I are gonna swap stories about Blackhat now, and both reminisce over our mutual love for him! Although…” Dementia laid down and next to Flug and rested her chin on his shoulder. “Your ‘love’ is probably more genuine than mine, come to think of it. You’ve worked with him longer, know him better than any of us, and honestly sometimes I think I like him just cause he’s the only person around worth liking!” Flug glared at Dementia over his shoulder.

“I find that offensive, “ he huffed. Dementia made a gagging noise and then pushed him away from herself.

“That wasn’t meant to say you’re not worth liking, ya dolt. Just that you’re more like a brother to me or something,” she said. “Or like, you’re my best friend, and it would be weird to like you.”

“Yeah, whatever, Dem….” For a moment, Flug fell silent, as if he had snapped out of his slightly drunken stupor and become very much aware of what was happening all around him.

“What do you mean by all that though?” he asked quietly.

“Well, I guess I mean what you’d probably have a chance with Blackhat. I mean, I see the way that he looks at you after filming, when you’ve gotten hurt in some way? He seems worried, and he always tells 5.0.5 to check on you. A few times, I’ve even caught him checking in on you’re while you sleep, or carrying you to your room if you crash in the lab. He’s gentle in those moments, and I never see him like that anywhere else, or with anyone else.” Dementia crawled over Flug’s prone body to curl up facing him.

“You see, he acts really tough, but I’ve seen him with genuine fear in his eye over losing you. That one time you got kidnapped and held for ransom, he acted cool and collected when giving 5.0.5 and I instructions, but I saw him tearing apart everything in his room afterwards in rage. He… he almost killed me when he learned that I had failed to protect you…but you see, I know he cares for me too, ‘cause he didn’t. And later, when we got you back, he patted me on the back and said ‘you’re forgiven, but don’t let that happen again.” Dementia rolled onto her back, so he didn’t have to see the way that Flug was staring at her through his goggles.

“Now, you may say that Black hat just cares about you because you make him money, but… I don’t think that’s it, Flug. We’re his family in a way, and he won’t ever admit that, but we know it’s true. “ Dementia giggled. “I’m his annoying little sister, 5.0.5 the overly affectionate pet, and you? You mean the most to him, you’re… what he wishes was his love.”

The room fell silent.

As Flug’s gaze bored into the side of her head, Dementia grew increasingly uncomfortable, until she shot up to her feet and shouted,

“Well you know, I’m probably actually a lesbian for all I know!”

That got Flug laughing.

“Hey don’t laugh at me, mister! I have seen, like one girl, and she was hella hot okay! I saw her outside and was just like ‘wowie! Look at that artwork strolling down the street! Hey! It’s not FUNNY!” Flug was wheezing with laughter, sitting up and holding his sides trying to breathe.

“Holy Shit, DEm! I’m gonna die!” he gasped. Then that moment of awe striking clarity ended, and Flug became slurred with his drunkenness again.

Struggling to his feet, Flug began to stumble towards the door, but Dementia caught him, asking,

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m gonna go get Blackhat to confess his love for me!” Flug slurred. Now any good friend would have sat their friend down and told them to sleep off the drink so they didn’t do something they’d regret in the morning. Dementia, was not a good friend.

“Holy shit, I gotta see this go down! Let me get my phone!”


The next morning

Phone recording—

“Hey, it Dementia, here to bring you the aftermath of Flug’s Drunken Shenanigans! Let’s see what’s behind door number 1!”

“GET OUT DEMENTIA!!”

“OH MY GOSH YOU GUYs-”

“IF YOU ARE ABOUT TO IMPLY WHAT I THINK YOU’RE GOING TO IMPLY YOU’RE WRONG!”

“Wha? What’s going on? Dementia?”

“Flug! Flug what happened!!! You’ll tell me the truth!!”

“What? Nothing happened Dementia, we just feel asleep.”

“YEAH, SO GET OUT NOW!”

“You guys are boring! You just cuddled and-”

“THERE WAS NO CUDDLING!!”

“Actually sir-”

“YOU GET OUT TOO FLUG!”

“But sir I-”

“I WAS JUST MAKING SURE YOU DIDN’t KILL YOURSELF WHILE YOU WERE DRUNK!”

“Then why did you hold on so tightly and start purring like a-”

“OUT! OUT! OUT!”

—end recording

“Sooooo, that went better then expected,” Dementia hummed. Staring Flug down as they both stood outside Blackhat quarters, where he had just slammed the door in their faces, she grinned mischievously and winked. “So what did happen, in there, Flug?”

“I don’t kiss and tell, Dementia.” Flug stated firmly.

“So you DID kiss him!!” Flug began to stammer and blush.

“NO! I didn’t say that!!

“It was implied! I’m gonna go shout this from the rooftops!”

“No you’re not!”

“Am too!” Dementia took off running down the hall.

“Get back here!” And with that, Flug sprinted off after her.

Meanwhile, in his quarters, Black hat sat at his desk with his head in his hands. Damn his cute scientist, and damn that annoying Dementia, he thought. They were going to be the end of him.


I hope this is to your liking? I was laughing for a good portion for writing this, and so thank you for this wonderful request! Anyone and everyone feel free to send me more writing prompts!

You Won’t Cry Another Tear.

Request from anon: Could I request a Bucky x teen reader? On his time off from avenging he takes some time to help out at a local gym to teach self defense.. there he meets a young teenage girl who’s shy and nervous. He gets to know her and offers her private lessons to make her more comfortable… during a lesson she tells him about her bad home life and it’s why she wanted to learn to defend herself. He watches her family one night and sees how bad things are so he gets Tony’s help with adopting her from them.

Bucky Barnes x Teen!Reader

Words: 2,491

Warnings: Violence, physical abuse, injuries, threatening behaviour and swearing.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators. <3

“Thrust the sole of your foot towards the attacker’s knee to incapacitate him or her, buying you enough time to run….” Bucky demonstrated what he was talking about with one of the older members of the group in the room, a 17 year-old male, before explaining exactly why it was effective. “It is a simple enough move that anyone can do but it gives you a higher rate of being able to get away because unlike the face and groin area the knee is nearly impossible to block….” A smirk tugged at his features as the male fell onto the mat beneath them. “….and people generally need a working set of legs to chase someone down.”

It had taken little over a year for Bucky to get to the point where he felt he could socialise properly in public. They knew who he had once been but they were also aware as to why he had done the things he had, no one feared him as much as they had done during his time as the Winter Soldier and eventually they even came to accept him as part of The Avengers. All of which worked well when he decided he needed to so something more productive with his free time…self-defence classes for vulnerable teens.

New York City seemed to be full of them and given the amount of trouble Steve always seemed to get himself into as a kid, starting fights he could never physically finish, he wanted to offer the one thing he never had done for his best friend (mainly because he always made sure that he was the one who finished the fights for him) and that was to teach them how to defend themselves. The moves he taught were not so that they could go out onto the streets and start fights, he made that perfectly clear from the start, but so they could avoid being hurt themselves or even being taken.

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Can I keep you? Pt. 2

(A/N) Here’s the second part! And it’s on time! I’m impressed!
Either way, thank you for all your kind comments. They really encourage me to keep writing for you guys! So, thank you and enjoy! <3

Summary:
Imagine being Tony’s adoptive daughter no one knows about because you’re studying abroad. One day you come home without saying a word and all the Avengers are confused by your appearance and especially Loki being quite smitten by you. The Avengers, especially Natasha being very protective of you when they notice the tricksters’ interest in you. You on the other side, being the curious girl you always were, wanted to know more about the mysterious guy and the world he comes from.

Pairings: Loki x Reader ; Tony Stark x daugther!Reader

Warnings: swearing

Original: here

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After getting myself a pillow and a blanket and changing into my pajama, I entered Loki’s room, just to find him sitting in a comfy looking chair, reading.
“Let me guess, you don’t sleep well, sharing your bed with others.” Loki didn’t look up from his book. “No, I just don’t need as much sleep as you, Midgardians, do.” This made sense. He is a god after all.
Putting my stuff down, I went over to him and peeked over his shoulder, trying to find out what he was reading.
“Jane Austen? Really?” I tried hard to hide my laughter, but obviously failed, since he shot me a defensive glare. “She was a good author!“ „She certainly was, but I didn’t take you for the hearts and flowers kind of guy. That’s all.” I squeezed his shoulder, trying to show him that I meant no harm with what I said earlier.
“I just…I asked the others for good literature from Midgard and they gave me her books, obviously trying to make fun of me. But in the end, I liked them. The way she portrayed women…I just really like her style.” Smiling at him, I lied down in his bed, facing him.
“Can you read to me?” The question caught him off guard and he searched for the right words. After not being able to find them, he just nodded and started to read out loud.
Thankfully, he read Pride and Prejudice, so I knew what happened before the place he started reading.
It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep. And sometime, during the night, I felt a cold body shift beside me, trying to get comfortable.

The next time I opened my eyes, I looked at Loki’s sleeping figure. Smiling at his peaceful expression, I quietly sneaked out of his room and into the kitchen, starting to put breakfast together.
Turning on some music on Spotify, and danced while I waited for the toast to jump out of the toaster.
“Miss Y/N, Mister Stark asked me to inform you that he is on his way back.”
“Thanks Jarvis!” Even though my adoptive father often disappoints me, he is still my father, and I was glad to know that he was still alive.
Deciding to surprise the Avengers with some breakfast, I toasted more toast and put everything else ready on the table. But before the team returned, Loki walked into the kitchen, sitting down at the table.
“Care for some breakfast?” I put a plate with toast and bacon in front of him and he began eating. Sitting down across from him, I followed his lead and began eating my own breakfast. However, I didn’t get to far. A few minutes after I started eating, my phone ringed and I immediately picked up after seeing who’s calling.
“Hey Peter! How are you?” Smiling, I absently twirled a lock of my hair around my finger.
“Yeah, I miss you too. You can come and visit if you want to?” “Yeah, I know. But I’d be happy to see you.” “Okay…yeah…love you too. Bye.”
Putting my phone down again, I continued to eat, but now with less enthusiasm than before. Peter wasn’t happy about me moving back here, and now he doesn’t want to visit me. Sure, he’s probably busy with college and everything, but still…
“Who was that?” Loki pulled me out of my thoughts.
“Peter Parker, my boyfriend.” I continued poking at my scrambled eggs. “Boy…friend?” Loki looked really confused. For a moment there I forgot that Loki wasn’t used to the modern language.
“Well…uhm…you could say we are…courting? Yeah, that’s the right word.” Loki stopped eating, staring at me with wide eyes. “Aren’t you a little young to be courting?”
Was he kidding? I was 20. I mean sure, he was probably a few thousand years old, but still!
“If you want to survive on this planet you really need to get used to its customs.”
“Like?” In the following twenty minutes I told and explained Loki all those things like what age you need to be to be able to drink alcohol (at which he was very shocked), how old you need to be to legally have sex and so on. But I think after I told him about the legal drinking age, he completely ignored the rest. He kept on complaining about how different it is on Asgard and that it makes much more sense there. Apparently they begin drinking at a very, very young age. I think you could compare it to being thirteen on Earth.
He finally stopped as Tony and the others walked into the kitchen, exhaustion clearly written on their face. “Look who’s back…” I shoved Loki and shot him a meaningful glare. He got the hint and walked out of the room, leaving the team and me alone.
Without much conversation, I served them all breakfast which earned me a few quiet ‘thank you’s.
“How did it go?” After everyone got their food, I leaned against the kitchen counter and observed the heroes. All of them looked rough. Bruises here and there, maybe some scratches, but at least nothing to serious. At least I couldn’t see it, even if it was there.
“Just peachy.” I raised an eyebrow at my adoptive father, but he just laughed. “I mean it. It went unexpectedly well.” “If this is how you look after a mission goes well, I don’t want to see how you look after one goes bad.” My comment made Tony laugh and Natasha couldn’t hide a small smirk playing along her lips.
“She may not be your original daughter, but she definitely has your attitude.” That comment made both, me and Tony laugh. „Nah, I learned from her. You should’ve met her shortly after I adopted her. In the beginning she acted all sweet, but after everything was settled, she let her inner bitch out.” Rolling my eyes at my father I chuckled. Jup, I’m definitely his daughter, adopted or not.
Leaving the Avengers to do whatever they were doing, I walked to my room. As soon as I opened the door it struck me that I still needed furniture. Especially a bed.
I dressed in jeans and a loose shirt, and walked to Loki’s room.
“Get dressed god! We’re going shopping!” What I didn’t expect when I opened the door, was to find Loki naked, aside from a towel wrapped around his hips. “Oh…”
Before I could react, he pulled me into his room and closed the door behind me. Pressing me against the cold surface of the door, he leaned his face right next to mine.
“You shouldn’t just barge into a guy’s room like this. Something…dangerous could happen…” His voice was a seductive whisper, causing a shiver to run down my spine and my breath to hitch.
Loki was definitely attractive, but I still had Peter. Thinking about my boyfriend, I pressed my hands against Loki’s naked and extremely muscular chest and slowly pushed him away.
“But I’m Tony’s daughter and he, and all the other Avengers would kill you if you even laid a finger on me. Get dressed and meet me outside.”
I opened the door and walked out. In the elevator up, I checked my face in the mirror and was horrified when I saw the shade of red, that adorned my face. Loki really got to me, but I can’t think about that. Not with Peter and dad and everyone else. He can’t become anything more than just a good friend. He just can’t.
I just hoped that no one would ask.
Walking into the dining area, I immediately grabbed my father’s wallet and took out his credit card.
“What are you doing?” The Avengers still sat around the table, eating the breakfast I cooked for them. “Getting furniture. And if you leave again while I’m gone – well I don’t know what I will do, but I’ll think about something.” My threat only made him laugh, but that quickly died down as he looked behind me.
Loki stood there, dressed and ready to go. “See you later dad!” I pressed a kiss to my dad’s cheek and pulled Loki to the elevator.

Tony’s POV

Watching Y/N leave the room with Loki, set off alarm clocks in my head. My princess with the god that tried to destroy NYC? No!
Walking to the living room, I dialed Peter Parker’s number.
“Mister Stark?” “Are you still with my daughter?” I barely let him finish before I asked about what was bothering me. “Uh-I mean-Yeah. She is still my girlfriend?”
Then why was she with Loki?
“Keep an eye on her. You know our deal!” With those words, I ended the call and walked back to the other Avengers.
It was time for a party, and Peter will attend.

Little Bird (2)

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CHAPTER 1

Sam Wilson x Reader

Warnings: angst, slow burn

A/N: Updated twice in a weekend! Who the hell do I think  I am?!? Enjoy! Also hopefully this chapter clarifies the reader’s age a little for those who were confused in the first chapter. Sorry about that, I wasn’t as clear as I should have been which is why I revised a few lines in it. The reader is definitely over 18!


“Tony, can you please watch the surveillance of the safe house while I run out and get supplies?” Nat threw on the backpack with extra clothes for you and grabbed her keys as she headed to the door.

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PSA (PUBLIC SWIFTIE ANNOUNCEMENT)

Hey everyone, so I have seen a lot of talk about people feeling left out or unloved or favorites being played or people saying they’ll never be noticed or meet Taylor. Just overall a whole load of negativity and it has been bothering me a lot - not only because I know you how you feel, but also because I know we’re wrong and there isn’t enough support and positivity going around on this website. 

So I have decided to type out a giant text post regarding the way I feel about all of this, and I think some of you may find it really helpful or comforting, and some of you may brush it off.. and that’s fine as well. I just have a lot of thoughts right now, so I’m putting them into words.

1 - I’m going to start with a blanket statement that I’m sure a lot of you that are feeling upset or left out are tired of hearing but i promise this statement is true: Taylor Swift loves each and every one of us who love and support her. She does. End of story.

2 - I feel like giving up all the time, she’ll never notice me or want to meet me because I don’t post that many selfies and I don’t talk about my everyday life as often as some do, I am too insecure to post funny videos or to do a live stream on instagram. But when my anxiety settles and I take a look around - that is not what Taylor is looking for. Does it attract her attention sometimes? Yep, of course it does. But so do posts about her music, posts about how much we love her, stories of what she’s done for us, dad jokes related to her or just general freak outs when she releases a new single, a new video or even just an AT&T commercial that’s 30 seconds long.

3 - It is so easy to feel small and feel like she will never notice you because there are just too many of us - and while the fact that there are a ton of us is true, it doesn’t mean she won’t ever find you and it does not mean that it’s never going to be your time, there are people I know - mutuals, that had never been noticed by Taylor and had been here for years and randomly one day Taylor started liking all their stuff, all the time. I realize that I don’t know Taylor personally but if I know anything about the women that I have spent over the last decade dedicated to - it’s that she truly loves us and goes out of her way to find us and make sure we all feel special and loved, and she tries on a daily basis to find new blogs that have been out there rooting for her - so please just be patient - it is NOT because she hates the stuff you post or thinks your weird or doesn’t like you or just ignores you, it’s not! We’re all funny, we’re all witty, we’re all beautiful, we’re all fangirls and we all love Taylor - we all post a million things every day that she would like if she saw it. So just be patient, she’ll see it one day.

4. Meeting Taylor may seem impossible now, and I am going in and out of feeling that way myself. So your feelings are completely valid and absolutely one hundred and ten percent understandable and normal to feel. BUT, please try and keep an open mind and stay positive about it. I obviously can’t sit here and say every single last one of her hardcore and casual fans will meet Taylor, because there are MILLIONS upon MILLIONS of people that like Taylor Swift. But I CAN say that those of us out here going the extra mile, those of us who have been here for long haul, those of us out here with blogs dedicated to her and living the swift lifestyle will get our day. And I swear to you - I know it in my gut - Taylor is out there trying to figure out how she’s going to make it happen. Also, Taylor isn’t going anywhere anytime soon - there is time, be patient. 

5. Seeing people meet Taylor can be hard, because jealousy is a real and perfectly normal emotion especially when it comes to something you’ve dreamed of for so long and seeing so many other people get this can make you feel so small. And then you start to feel selfish and it’s an endless battle because you don’t want to be jealous. So start with this thought process: Those fans have wanted to meet Taylor just as much as you do, and they too at one point said to themselves “she’ll never notice me, she’ll never want to meet me” but look at them now! So try to be happy for them, because they have lived out one of their dreams by getting to meet her, and that is such a beautiful thing to happen to anyone, it really is! Even though it makes me a little jealous and sad - honestly, I LOVE seeing my mutuals and even people i’ve never spoken to meet Taylor, because of first of all you have photographic evidence of people meeting the one person they’ve always wanted to meet - the person that saved their lives or made them chase their dreams or feel brave enough to fal in love, and everyone deserves the chance to hug and thank Taylor for all those beautiful things. I think about how happy I would be if that were me, and then I realize THAT’S how happy those fans are, and that is such an amazing thing to see people so happy. Just try to embrace it, try to be happy for them even if its hard sometimes. But also, realize that it is okay to have moments of sadness and doubt, but don’t let it consume you because your time will come. 

6 - Think about it this way - the more people that get to go to sessions and meet Taylor and get noticed or whatever it may be, the more room there is for you to get your chance! So be excited that people are meeting her! It means you’re one step closer to having your moment with Taylor. Seeing that she’s out there actively trying to meet as many people as possible, even if it isnt you right that moment, means that she is doing her best and WANTS to meet us. ALL OF US. 

7 - Remember to be thankful - remember that Taylor does not have to do any of this. Sometimes I think this fandom as a whole, myself included at times, gets spoiled with the fact that Taylor does all of these things for us - packages, over the top tours, ticket programs so we don’t lose tickets to scalpers, meet and greets before and after her concert, welcome us into her home, joining live streams, reblogging and commenting and liking tumblr posts, following us on social media… no other celebrity does that, because they do not have to. Taylor literally owes us nothing and yet she gives us everything. So try to stay humble and remember that… try to remember that this fandom as a whole is so blessed to begin with that Taylor is so good to us… that even if you don’t get noticed anytime soon or don’t get invited to meet her.. we still have been given so much by Taylor and she does the best that she can. 

8 - I can’t speak for Taylor but I feel like it hurts her when she sees negative posts about her not liking us or not noticing us or never going to want to meet us because we aren’t good enough. She loves all of us and you know better. You know she doesn’t want to make any of us feel left out or hurt or isolated or not good enough… she’d include every single of us if she could at one time. We just have to wait for our time. Patience is key.

I don’t know if anything I said helped, or made sense or if anyone even read this far (hi, thank you if you did) but I just really wanted to get that out there… incase anyone needed to see it. 

JUST REMEMBER THAT TAYLOR LOVES ALL OF US - ME, YOU, YOUR MUTUALS, MY MUTUALS AND SO ON. YOUR TIME TO BE NOTICED AND/OR MEET TAYLOR WILL COME. JUST BE PATIENT WITH HER, OK? SHE’S DOING HER BEST TO MEET US ALL. 

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Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Request: Hi! Wanted to request a smut fic with Henry Cavill. With some fluff! I trust the details to you :3

Description: Y/N Visits Henry while filming and and sees him in costume and wants to move the acting into the bedroom. 

Smut: Yes

Words: 1741

Requests are open!

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anonymous asked:

I admire what you do, the immense kindness you show to people who might not even deserve it, but sometimes it's hard to reconcile that with the fact that I'm not like that. I tend to jump to arguing and being mean. I've tried to be less like that but I slip up sometimes. I don't think I coud ever be as kind as you. It bothers me immensely. Any advice?

So, first thing, I think it’s important to keep in mind that people vary, a lot, and which communication style and outlook on the world is going to connect with people varies a lot. i think realistically, anyone writing on the internet should assume that they’re going to be good at communicating with a pretty small share of people - maybe 10% - and ‘meh, it’s not awful but I don’t see what the big deal is’ - to most people, and going to be actively off-putting and annoying to some people. 

And that means we don’t really need more of me. I’m happy with the thing I do - I think it matters to people, and it’s fun for me, and sometimes I introduce a concept that is useful and gets widely used, and sometimes I help someone notice they’re in a bad place and make a plan to get into a better one, and I make a little bit of money off it and buy myself fluffy pillows and stuff. I don’t want to undersell how fulfilling this is - it’s great, and it makes me really happy. But the Solution To Discourse On The Internet, or even the Solution To Discourse On Tumblr, isn’t to have more people learn how to be me, it’s to have more people feel free and safe and secure in being them. 

That doesn’t mean that all communication is the same and compassion doesn’t matter - it does - but, like, if there’s a thing you’re trying to do, and it’s hard, and you feel like you’re failing at it and that bothers you a lot, then maybe there is an adjacent thing that is still a form of compassion and openness and honesty and concern for others, but is a better fit for you, and I think it’s better to aim for that. 

Some ways of being a good person that I think I’m bad at:

I’m not very proactive. I don’t tend to notice a problem coming up, or notice that someone close to me is in pain until they say “Kelsey, I am in pain because of a thing you are doing” and then I’m like “…in hindsight that was predictable and I would have absolutely noticed if I’d spent any processing power on the people I care about”. 

I’m not great at noticing the difference between ‘I won an argument because I was right’ and ‘I won an argument because I have more rhetorical skill and friends’, and I think it’s really not okay to do the second thing but I also suspect I do it a fair bit just by accident.

I’m not very reliable. I’m putting all my free ability points into this one lately, but still, I can’t think of the last time I was on time to a thing, and it can take me a pretty unpredictable length of time to do anything that I can’t do in twenty minutes. (This is why I work a job that consists entirely of an endless stream of things I can do in twenty minutes. Lifehack: don’t do things you’re bad at, and people will think you’re good at things.)

I tend to forget that other people will care about followup, so I’ll have a conversation with someone and it will change my mind and be valuable to me and I’ll never tell them that and eventually remember that I should have done so and feel vaguely guilty. 

So, okay, it bothers you a lot that you are not as kind as you could be. One solution is absolutely to work on kindness - to sit your online content in a drafts folder for at least a day to revisit before posting, so you can reevaluate how heated you’re getting, and to aggressively delete anything you can’t respond to with full generosity and charity, and to avoid environments that bring out the traits you don’t like. This is totally valid and I don’t want to discourage you from it if that’s what you want.

But the other, equally valid thing, is to say ‘okay, I’m not going to be Amazingly Kind. I’m going to be reasonably kind and I’m going to apologize when I haven’t been as kind as I want, but I’m not going to get mad at myself for not being Peak Kind, because there are lots of kinds of goodness and aiming for Peak Kind was just making me feel really inadequate. It can stay on the to-do list, in case I stumble on a way of pulling it off, but in the meantime, I’m going to think about what my greatest strengths are, and I’m going to take pride in those, and figure out how to exhibit those in more contexts, and figure out how to build on those’. 

And definitely don’t be bothered about not being me, because the world doesn’t need  7 billion mes, and it needs a lot of things I’m not (yet!) any good at offering.

Not my daughter, you bitch!

Pairings: Father!Clint x reader

Word count:2 466

Requested: Can you write one where the reader is Clint’s teen daughter and she lives in the tower with him? She’s socially awkward and gets bullied by some guys at school regularly. One day after school they drag her to a van and drive off bringing her to an old warehouse. But they just tie her up and leave. She remembers that Tony gave her a Stark phone and she manages to shimmy it out of her pocket and hit the emergency button to call her dad.

A/N: I am so sorry I’m posting it so late ♥ Hope you like it and please let me know what you think :3 Enjoy! (sorry if there are any mistakes) 

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“(Y/N)?! What are you doing here?”, my father asked me in shock as he entered the living room.

“Um, I’m living here?”

“Stop being sarcastic for a second and answer me!”, I rolled my eyes as I turned to look at the avenger known as Hawkeye.

“Tony said I could stay today in the tower and help him. I don’t see a problem in that.”

“But I do! It’s Wednesday, (Y/N). You have to be at school in 10 minutes.”

“Come on, Clint! Nothing will happen if she doesn’t go for a day. We all know school sucks.”, Tony interrupted my dad without moving his eyes from the magazine he was currently reading.

“Nobody asked for your opinion, Stark! And you little lady, move your body towards the car. I am driving you to school.”

“But dad!”

“No buts, (Y/N), we are going! Now!”, he spoke and grabbed my hand. As he was dragging me towards the elevator I started chuckling.

“Should I know what you are laughing at?”

“You said butts”, now it was he who rolled his eyes at my comment.

To be honest, Clint was the best dad you could ever had. As an Avenger I was seeing him rarely but since I became thirteen, mum and dad decided it would be fine if I move with him in the tower. Plus, my school was like 30 minutes away, which wasn’t much given the fact where we lived.

“Is there a problem?”, dad asked me as we were waiting in the car.

“What do you mean?”

“You are a perfect student, (Y/N). You’ve never wanted to skip school. Once when I suggested you that you almost kicked me. Why do you want to quit today?”, he was right. There was something that bothered me but thanks to Nat I knew how to lie Clint even though he was a superhero.

“No, I am just tired. My brain needs a rest after all the study I do.”

“You sure?”, daddy asked me as the car turned left.

“Yes, dad! I am sure!”, maybe it was the annoyance in my voice that gave me away but dad did nothing to show he had suspected me in lying.

The real truth was that I hated school. Yeah, a big surprise to hear that from a teenager but while the others hated it because of the studying process; I hated it because of the people there. I decided to keep who my dad was a secret. I didn’t want fake friends just because of my dad’s popularity. The first two years were okay. When you are new you focus more on getting to know what surrounds you than the people. Years later, I hardly made any friends at high school. I was shy, not so open to people but still I tried to talk with some girls that seemed nice. What a fool! If you haven’t found someone in the first two years, you are doomed to be an outsider. That was the only law in school. So basically I had no friends except the Avengers. I didn’t want to complain but let’s face it, everybody wanted someone on their age as a friend. Some months ago I met Peter Parker but we were not close to friends, only people knowing each other faces.

When dad stopped the car in front of the school I hurried to get out, mumbled a goodbye and stormed into the building where I would spend 6 hours of unstoppable torture. I made my path through the teenagers without being noticed. That was one of my superpowers. Nat, who was the only one knowing slightly about my problems, always teased me about that I would make a perfect agent. The bell rang. I took all my stuff from the locked and hurried to my first class – Maths. On my way I should have zoomed out for a moment, immersed in my thoughts, because I managed to collide with someone. My notebooks fell on the ground and I kneeled down to collect them.

“Watch where you are going, you filthy bitch.”, I knew that voice pretty well. It belonged to the fuckboy named Andrew McLander. I collected my things as fast as I could and then stood up ready to enter the classroom that was five meters away.

“Hey, where do you think you are going?”, Andrew grabbed my hand and pushed me against the lockers, “I won’t leave you like that without paying for hitting me like that.”, his face was close to mine, my skin feeling his breath.

“Leave me.”, I asked and tried to get out of his grip but in vain. He was way stronger than me.

“Mathews, what a surprise!”, he exclaimed as talking to his friend behind him, “She could talk.”, they both laughed. With some struggles I managed to escape but surely it was because he wanted so. As I was walking towards my Maths class I heard them talking.

“Remember my words, you will pay! And I’ll have such a fun when punishing you.”, the way he spoke those words made my body shiver. They were bulling me 24/7. It was like their purpose in life was to make mine hell. I’d been insulted in the worst ways you could never imagine. I was socially awkward and everyone knew it, except my dad and his friends. There were times when they had paid guys to come and flirt with me, to ask me out on a date and then ditch me. Once, a boy I had never seen sat next to me in one of my classes and through the whole lecture he was insulting me , talking to me like I was a piece of garbage. The feeling was awful. That day after we finished school I ran away without caring for the direction. I, of course, got lost but at least I had some time alone before my dad found me. I had to lie him as I always did…

After the event in the morning nothing out of the ordinary happened lately. I never saw Andrews and his friends again, the classes were going fine…and that was what scared me for a moment. It was oddly quietly. However, I kept telling myself I was getting paranoid but after the last bell for that day rang I calmed down a little. I took the required things for tomorrow in my bag and the others were left in the locker. Most of the students had gotten out of this place as fast as they could. I liked that because I didn’t have to be lock between sweating bodies while waiting to breathe the fresh air outside. As usually I took my regular path towards home. I took my headphones from my rucksack and was about to put them on when a black van stopped next to me. I had no time to process what was happening when two guys jumped from the car. One of them put his hand on my mouth stopping me from screaming while the other helped with putting me inside.  When the man loosen his grip on my mouth I screamed finally aware what was happening but seconds later I lost consciousness due to being hit hard in the head.

“Why did we bring her here?”

“Because I want to have some fun tonight, you bastard!”

The echoing voices woke me up. I began opening my eyes but due to the pain in my head they kept closing. The vision was blur, the air was filled with the disgusting smell of raw fish. All I could see were the silhouettes of my abductors and some wooden box around us. It took me some time to clarify where I actually was. Not long after the realization that I was in probably a warehouse I became aware of the fact I was tied to a chair. Moving my hands in order to escape was in vain but those actions made the people turn at my direction.

“Well, well, the ugly princess is awake, huh?”, the man speaking soon stood under the light of a small lamp positioned just above my head.

“What do you want from me?”, I asked trying to sound calm but the fear inside me made its way through my façade and showed out.

“For a pretty smart girl you tend to be really stupid.”, he came closer and took my face with his strong hand, “Tonight you will be my doll and I will be the player.”, his grip was hurting me and he knew it. But that bastard was enjoying seeing me weak, scared and in pain, “I’ll go and get the toys. Don’t move.”, after he smirked and winked at me he exited the warehouse laughing at his stupid joke.

I, on the other hand, panicked. I was god knew where, with that psychopath and his insane friends…They were capable of anything and that scared me most. They could rape me, torture me, use me as a doll like he said and then kill me without caring about that. My heart was about to jump right through my flesh. ‘Breathe! Inhale deeply and then exhale!’ Nat and daddy’s words suddenly came in my mind. I tried to listen to them and followed the instructions. It took me probably two minutes to calm down. I still was frightened to death but now I was able to think rationally. I had to call dad. Looking at my jeans I saw the pockets were empty. Fantastic! They had taken my phone. As a proof to my theory I saw my rucksack thrown in the corner of the room.

Hearing Andrews laughs from the distance my calmness was slowly fading away. ‘Think (Y/N)! Think for god sake!’ And then it hit me. Some months ago Tony created a new device. He wanted to test it and gave it to me. It was for emergency, perfect for this situation. The device looked like a small mobile phone which I was hiding in the back pocket of my jeans. It was so thin that it would barely be seen. My hands were tied around the back of the chair. The tie was tight. Surely I would have bruises tomorrow but that wasn’t important now. I moved my hands in order to loosen the tie but I barely managed to. I lifted myself a little and tried to reach the phone. The pain in both my hands and head wasn’t helping me, neither the coming steps of my abductor.  My fingers were touching it but still not enough to take. ‘Come on! Come on! Just some millimeters! YES!’, I screamed inside when I took the device out of my pocket. I turned my head to see the screen after I light it up. It had only one red button which I pressed, well touched. Immediately. Several times. The door opened suddenly which shocked me and I dropped the phone. Cursing I put all my efforts to look scared and not full of hope that my dad will come in any moment. But Andrew had heard the sound of something falling so he came to me with two or three steps. He saw the phone on the floor and kneeled to take it. Looking at it, then at me, he clenched his fingers around it breaking it. I gulped nervously.

“You think you can play games with me?!”, he screamed, “Who do you think you are?!”, and then he laughed, “And who were you going to call? You don’t have any friends!”, the whole gang almost rolled on the floor because of laughing, “Listen to me, you little whore!”, he took my hair and titled my head back, “For such a stupid movement I am gonna-”, he stopped for a moment, processing with his lil’ brain what to do. Minute later he continued, “I am gonna play and make you remember this whole night!”, he moved backwards where his two friends had been standing the whole time.

“You kept saying that since you kidnapped me. Don’t you know other words beside playing and paying?”, I retorted. He stopped turned around on his heel and almost run towards me ready to slap me, hit or kick me.

“NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!”, I heard my dad shouting as he caught Andrew’s arm and punched him. The boy fell on the ground and my dad shoot an arrow towards the other fuckboys. It was from those that turned into a network so now they were trapped there. Daddy turned back to Andrews. He was so close and I managed to see his face. It was red, full of anger, like a hawk flying straight to its victim ready to tear him limb by limb painfully. I’d never seen him so furious and dangerous but seeing him beating the hell out of Andrews made me happy and a little happy, just little…

“How you fucking dare to kidnap my daughter and tie her in this place!”, another punch, “You little bastard, nobody can touch my little princess!”, a kick in his stomach, “I am gonna kill you, you little piece of shit!”, daddy wasn’t that good with words when he was angry, he preferred punching and causing pain rather than talking.

“Dad!”, I spoke softly but he didn’t hear me, “Dad!”, shouting had more effect and he stopped.

“Oh my precious girl!”, his tone softened. He left the boy and came closer untying the ropes around my hands and ankles, “Oh god, how are you? Are you okay? Of course you are not okay, you were kidnapped! What a father! To let this happen to my daughter! I am an Avenger after all, how could-”

“Dad, stop! It wasn’t your fault! And if it wasn’t you I could have gotten hurt or worse. But now I am fine just because of you. Don’t you dare blame yourself.”, hearing those words, dad calmed down but as he heard Andrew coughing he turned around and spoke deadly.

“I will torture you so painfully that you are gonna prefer hell to my methods. Your screams will be a song to my ears. You are gonna regret this and if I see your faces in this city only once, I am gonna chase you, and I am gonna kill you!”, he retorted making even me shivering. The boys were about to pee in their pants given the fact what expressions they had, “Let’s go (Y/N).”, taking my hand we exited the warehouse. There was a small helicopter with S.H.I.E.L.D name on it that took us to the tower. I was still in shock but knowing that I had such a father by my side I felt safe and protected very soon.

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Oiled Thighs and Prying Eyes

A huge thanks to @cockteasechloe​ for pushing us to write this and having the confidence to post it.  She also very kindly edited it for me and and made the final tweaks.  So here we have the first story published by us @missymoo78 starring Kate in the pictures.  If you like it, we’ll do some more.  Check out our blog for more of Kate https://www.tumblr.com/blog/missymoo78 


Pete was a long term friend of both Kate and I. A good looking man, he was a physio at a local football club, and kept himself in shape. Kate had always liked him. Even muttering the odd time how she found him quite hot. I’m not a jealous man, in fact I’m happy to share Kate with others, but I generally keep that myself. I certainly wouldn’t tell any friends, especially as what Kate looks like, brunette, five foot eight with a killer athletic body. If people knew I’d share her they’d be queuing up out the door! Kate is also no tart, she’s not flirty or in any way slutty, always dressing to look classy and sexy at the same time. Never a tease to any man bar me which makes this story even more exciting for me to share what happened.  

This all started in our local pub on a hot Saturday afternoon. Kate had done her morning workout at some crazy fitness class, insanity or something, and I’d spent most of the morning getting ready for a bbq. Pete was working as a physio at a local football match and Kate had invited him for a beer and a bbq with us. Pete had arrived before us and had various kit bags with him, explaining that he literally showered and came straight from the match. He told us he’d run late as one of the key players had pulled a muscle in his leg and needed a proper physio massage.

Kates eyes suddenly lit up, “Oh that sounds lovely, I’m stiff as a board after my fitness class, they really pushed me today. Why can’t you offer that service to me!” she jested.

Pete took his job very seriously, “stiff? Didn’t you warm down like I told you? Or did you push yourself too hard…? You need to take this stuff seriously!” he barked at Kate.

“Alright…alright…” she said trying to calm him, “I was only trying to blag a free sports massage you party pooper.“ She blew a raspberry in his face taking the piss as she knew he got so serious about his job. Pete smiled, he knew only too well he needed to lighten up but he did always mean well.

“If you really want a massage, I have my stuff?” he said to Kate. He then suddenly seemed aware of me, his focus had been entirely on Kate. He switched his attention to me and blurted out, "if thats okay of course… I mean its a professional massage and all…”

Pete was stuttering, I never doubted he wouldn’t be professional but I suddenly felt a twinge of arousal.  Imagine if he was naughty with her. A slip of the hand. A brush of his fingers between her legs. Against her pussy. My mind started to wander and Kate bought me back with a bang.

“Its not his choice! I’d love a massage Pete and I’m sure you will be highly professional” she smiled a him. Pete grinned back like a kid in a sweet shop. I knew deep down he fancied her and I was sure he’d love to get her in her underwear and his hands all over her.  

The conversation switched away from the massage but soon enough we finished the beers and went to walk back to mine. Kate popped to the loo leaving me waiting with Pete. I turned to him and smirked;  "Kates pretty hot when laid down, oiled up…., I’ve never managed to keep my hands to myself when massaging that body….. good luck on that…“ I winked at him. Pete looked bemused, I could see he was intrigued by what I meant. He stuttered again about being a professional and I smirked at him. Before he could say anything more Kate was back and we were walking home. On the way back Kate agreed with Pete that the sofa with a blanked on was the best she could offer for a massage table. We soon got home and Pete went into the lounge to set his stuff up.  Kate came out with me to the BBQ.

"You don’t mind me getting a massage from Pete? Do you?” she asked.

"Mind? I’m thrilled, horny even…,” I said to her with a cheeky wink of the eye. Kate’s eyes opened wide in shock.

“What do you mean horny!!! I’m getting a massage from a pro. I’ll keep my underwear on and he’ll be a gentleman!” She snapped back at me defensively.  

“So having Pete massaging you all over won’t get you going just a little bit. I know you find him hot….his hands massaging your legs then your inner thighs, what if asks you to get naked under the towel?” I teased her, pushing her to let go and have some fun. Kate grinned a little, her cheeks a little red. She was rumbled. I knew she liked him but this was not something Kate would ever do.

“He won’t ask me to be naked and if he does I’m sure it’s for a reason” she tried to defend him. I plucked up the courage and asked her;

“I know we are all a little tipsy, but go on, he’s a nice guy, give him a show” I nervously suggested. Kate was shocked, she didn’t do things like that and didn’t expect me to suggest it. She’d maybe do that for me but never for anyone else. But Kate didn’t react the way I had expected. I thought she’d be furious, angry and maybe think I was joking but she surprised me.  

“A show? What like let him see my pussy or touch me up?” She replied. She was tipsy and flirty, which always made her open up and be more forward. But would she actually do this? I pushed her.

“Yeah why not…you said you want to be more adventurous. It can be yours and Pete’s secret….” I hoped she’d go for it. She frowned, I was sure she was in two minds possibly considering it and that just made me even hornier. That moment was, however, broken by Pete.

"Ummm I’m ready, I guess?” He said blatantly nervous. Kate asked him how he wanted her and to my disappointment he replied “whatever….keep you underwear on, so errrr just bra and knickers under a towel… do your have a towel?”

Kate nodded and Pete walked off to get ready, she glanced back at me and said, “See? Professional to the end! Now get on with your bbq” she said and no peeking through the window!” She turned and walked off.

I felt flat, I actually thought she might do something really naughty and dirty but I think the moment was lost. I set about sorting the bbq, as I laid out the coals I glanced through the window that Kate was now in. She pulled the curtains closed but as she did she smiled at me, adjusting them a little, and to my surprise she’d left a small gap. She knew only too well that I would properly take a peek but she didn’t seem fussed. I saw Pete leave the room and through the small gap I could see Kate peel off her jeans and top. The pink underwear was bright even from a distance.


She carefully slid under the towel and called Pete back in the room. I will be honest, it looked dull as dish water. If she was keeping her underwear on I didn’t see the point but maybe Pete was being a professional. He entered the room which was still fairly light, Pete had his back to me but I could see him getting the oil ready. I heard muffled sounds. He must’ve been explaining what he would do, the muscles and the effects, boring things like that I thought. Where was the action?

Kate didn’t look as hot as I hoped now the towel covered most her body. I turned away and lit the bbq instead. Grabbing a beer whilst it took hold. For some reason I decided to take one more cheeky peek.  

Pete was adjusting the towel, he placed it nicely and professionally over her back side leaving her upper body exposed. Pete was looking at her back a little perplexed.

“Sorry Kate, I’m not being flirty, can you move your bra straps? The oil will ruin that bra” Pete asked. They were in the way for sure and I had learnt the hard way that oil and lingerie are never a good mix. I was expecting Kate to slide them off her shoulders but her arm swung around and she unfasten the catch.


The back of the bra pinged open and in true Kate classy style she dragged it from under herself and placed it on the floor. She lay there now naked bar her panties and towel and suddenly I felt horny again. Pete didn’t seem to too phased and I saw him admire her firm athletic body on the sofa.  


Pete pumped some oil from a dispenser and started on her shoulders. Kate let out a little moan, “that’s a little sore but it feels great”. Pete explained back he’d go gentle but some pain would be inevitable. Slowly he worked away on her upper back and shoulders.

Pete was now onto her arms and upper back. I watched his hands slide smoothly over her body. He was good and I could tell Kate was in heaven as her body shifted as Petes hands hit the various muscles. Slowly Pete was moving down her body, his hands stayed away from the side of her boobs which was a shame. I could see her boobs just poking out the sides but Pete didn’t seem interested. He was now down her lower back, his hands nearing the hem of her panties. Pete drew back pondering something;

“Kate, are these knickers important? I just dont want to get oil on them as I do your lower back?” he ask. I could hear nerves in his voice. “I mean, I can avoid them but it wont be a proper lower back massage, you could pull them down a a few inches if thats okay?”. Pete really was being a pro, this was not going as I planned but Kate had another idea up her sleeve.

Kate swung her head round, “Would it be easier if I just took them off?”.  I couldn’t believe she just said that. Kate was not one to take her panties off around anyone and even struggled going commando for me! Kate laid back down and again to my utter disbelief she said, “why not pass us the towel and if you wipe your hands I’ll hold the towel and you can take them off”


Pete looked as shocked as I felt. This wasn’t the Kate I knew. Pete grabbed the spare little towel and wiped his hands. Kate placed her hands on the towel and Pete slid his hands around her waist. I watched him hook his fingers under her hips and slide off her little pink panties. Kate smoothed out the towel and laid fully back down. He stood there with her panties in his hand.

I hadn’t expected this and suddenly seeing another man pull my wife panties down was a serious turn on. He carefully folded them next to her before repositioning the towel and protecting her modesty. The towel now sat a lot lower, you could just see the crack of her bum and the curve of her ass and I now had a raging hard on knowing Kate was naked bar the towel.  

Her upper body glistening from the oil, she looked gorgeous and sexy in every way. He carried on with her lower back adding more oil, his hands working her lower back and just running onto the top of her bum and he pushed the towel down a fraction more. I could see an inch of her crack and two nicely formed mounds where her bum started. Kate moaned in pleasure, not in a sexual way but she was certainly enjoying it. Pete asked Kate about her workout and she told him the muscle groups she had been working on. Pete started explaining his lower body plan,

“Well if you worked your gluts muscles ideally I’d deep massage your bum but its pretty personal. That’s your call?” he asked seemingly now a little more relaxed.

“Sure, sounds good.  Do what you need to do” Kate whispered.

Pete wasted no time, he folded the towel over half her bum exposing a whole cheek. From where I was I could now see her whole naked body and her pert ass cheek fully on view. Her legs were tightly together but it was suddenly much more erotic to me. Pete worked his hands hard into her bum muscles. The towel did cover the crack of her bum but only just. Slowly his hands worked down her legs past her bum. Kate shuffled, her legs opened slightly. Not enough to see her pussy but it was quite the tease.  

His hands roamed her upper thighs and bum. Kate said it felt nice and I caught Pete grinning as he admired the view. He moved to the other side and started to refold the towel to work on her left side. 


The towel sat awkwardly and started sliding off her body a little. Pete grabbed it quickly and tried to reposition it. Pete apologised as he exposed most of her ass but Kate was ahead of him. She reached back as if to help him with the towel but only made it worse. It fell off to the side exposing all of Kate’s bum. Two pert cheeks right in front of Pete, fuck me was that a horny sight. Pete hurriedly repositioned it and apologised profusely.  

“Pete my dear, dont worry” said Kate. “It’s a massage and you’re a friend, it’s fine,” she finished with but then to my amazement she dragged it off her ass again and dropped the towel to the floor.   “That’s probably easier right?” she said.

Pete stood there in amazement as Kate now laid naked face down on the sofa. Her naked body there for Pete to see, her pert ass right in front on him. She was teasing him like there was no tomorrow. Her legs just apart but still classy, the small bulge in her thighs hiding her most intimate area. He moved onto the sofa and worked her other side. His hands working into her soft flesh, he worked hard on her ass again, her bum cheeks being pushed and pulled, what a sight all toned and glistening. How could any man resist this? My cock was getting hard as I peered through like some dirty peeping Tom. Pete was to the side of Kate now and adding more oil. She seemed completely at ease naked with him. He moved away from her bum and was now focussing on her legs. Pete got up and moved about again. The sofa didn’t allow ideal all round access so he was having to make do. Pete explained he wanted to work on her calves which meant sitting behind her and on her legs. Kate whispered that was fine and Pete slid on to the sofa. I swear I saw a hard on in his pants but I couldn’t be sure. Pete had to kneel behind Kate, in doing so Kate opened her legs a fraction more. The tease for Pete must have been incredible. The room was a little dark and I could only see a shadow between her legs. Pete applied more oil and his hands worked up her calves and onto her thighs. Slowly his hands worked their way onto her inner thighs. As he neared the top Kate wiggled a little and opened her legs. Fuck me….I whispered in my head.


Kate’d legs were now open a few inches, I could just make out her pussy in the shadow and Pete was in the ideal position between he legs massaging her toned thighs,  with her pussy right in front of him.

My dick was like a rock, Kate was certainly teasing him and flashing him, even in the dim light I could just make out her inner lips. Her cute pussy there for Pete to see, what a show off Kate was being.   I unbuttoned my flies and my dick sprung out. The cool air on my hard cock felt amazing. Slowly I wanked myself while watching a good friend of my mind massage my naked wife whilst he looked at her pussy. I was expecting Pete to work more on her inner thighs but he headed south to he calves. He slid back and grabbed her leg lifting it. In the process he opened her legs a little wider. The cheeky bastard wanted a better view for sure and he got one. The light from the partially opened window exposed her little pussy even better. Two smooth lips with the slightest amount of pubic hair. Pete massaged her left and then her right side and again he lifted up her leg. Kate must have known what he was doing as she flashed her most intimate area to him. His hands gently rubbed her calves, massaging like a pro still, he carefully placed her leg down and shuffled on his knees closer to Kate. His hands moved back down her legs and on to her inner thighs again.  


He ran long sweeping movements with his hands across her legs, bum and down her inner thighs.  As he massaged her bum he pulled her cheeks apart a little, her asshole exposed for a second and then gone.  Kate’s legs now apart I could see her slit clearly and yet she allowed Pete’s hands to slide alarmingly close.  

I was wanking furiously trying my best to enjoy the situation and also avoid cumming.  Pete’s hands worked now solely on Kate’s upper and inner thighs.  His fingers nearing her pussy on every massage.  I suddenly say Kate twitch but say nothing.  Did her touch her pussy?  I couldn’t see clearly through the window but I could see how close he was getting.  The oil on her thighs shinning right up to her lips.  His fingers pushed higher this time and then I saw it, he stroked over her left lip, Kate didn’t move, he repeated sliding his hand up her leg and onto her lip, once agin no movement and then he made his move, his fingers blatantly slid over her opening.  As his hands slid away, her once dry pussy lips now glistening with oil.  

His hand movements up her legs decreased as he focused on her pussy.  He slid forward and opened her legs even more, his hand straight over her pussy.  He paused a second and reached back, he grabbed the oil and applied more over her bum and I watched it trickle down over her asshole and onto her lips.  Pete sat between her legs he moved in a little closer using his legs to push Kate’s legs open even more.  Her shining lips opened a little, she was dripping wet.  Her pussy was swollen and red, she was aroused and horny to a new level.  Pete massaged her lips, one hand worked down under and onto her clit, the other sliding around her pussy, I heard a sigh from Kate.  The other hand massaged her ass before Pete slid his fingers down and then he slipped a finger inside her and then a second.  Fuck, I was fighting cumming as I watched my mate finger my gorgeous naked wife.  Slowly he eased his fingers in and out whilst the other rubbed her clit.  Kate’s body was starting to move, she was nearing her climax.  I could see Pete’s fingers were wet and shiny and I knew that wasn’t just the oil.  Kate was breathing hard and suddenly she raised her bum a little, her body tensed and she clamped her legs shut around Pete’s hands, she squirmed and wriggled in pleasure as she came.  She went limp and Pete pulled his hands away.  Her legs relaxed and opened a little.  Her pussy was so wet and shiny I wanted to jump through the window and fuck her right there.  Pete just sat there staring at her pussy, my dick on the edge of cumming in my hand.  Kate broke to the silence.

“So do you need to massage my front or are we done?”

Pete looked shocked, I was guessing he thought this was all over.  “Errr, yeah sure, we can do upper body and thighs?  We dont usually massage the stomach much but I can do lightly?” Pete muttered in a daze.  He stepped back off the sofa sporting a massive tent pole in his shorts.  I felt for him, at least my dick was out and in my hands. Kate looked over her shoulder at him;

“Well pass me the two towels and turn away…I mean we don’t want you seeing my pussy do we?” she said patronisingly to him.  Pete was away with the fairies and no doubt all over the place in his head.  He passed Kate the two towels and Kate gestured to him to get off the sofa and turn away and he did.  I watched Kate roll over, her naked body for my eyes to see, pert tits and a beautiful landing strip.  She was shagged out for sure and usually Kate only ever wanted one orgasm so I presumed she literally wanted a massage.  Kate had other ideas.  She grabbed the tiny hand towel and laid it carefully over her pussy.  It was tiny, barely enough to cover her landing strip and pussy lips.  “The bigger towel is covered in oil Pete so I’ve had to use the small one, I hope that’s okay?” she said lying there topless and near enough naked.  


She acted as though nothing had just happened.  Pete swing round and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.  Kates athletic body was now properly on show, her six pack, toned upper body, great pert tits and nipples, and her gorgeous thighs.  Pete was flustered and his flag pole was certainly at maximum height. He poured oil onto Kate’s upper body between her breasts.  Kate lay there, her eyes shut she looked too hot and sexy.  My balls ached from edging, I needed to cum but this was simply too hot.  Pete started massing her shoulders and and it wasnt long before his hands were around breasts.  He slowly curved around the mounds, carefully, softly and sensually he rubbed them.  He was testing the water for sure and after several circles his hands slid over them running onto her nipples.  I could see they were erect as he carefully kneaded them.  Kate lay motionless enjoying the experience and the exhibitionist in her.  Pete moved south heading down to her stomach, he worked her sides and back to her breasts.  He pushed the towel down a small and across amount and a hint of her landing strip was visable.  


I swear he ran his hands over it a few times.  I could see he wanted to head south again and it wasn’t long before he stepped away from the sofa and moved down to her legs.  He stood to her side and started massaging her legs, he slid his hands up and down stopping at her ankles and then the hem of the towel.  As before he worked professionally, massaging the top of her legs and then the backs of her calves.  Kate opened her legs again just a small amount, enough for a tease but not more.  Pete then moved onto the sofa again.  He grabbed Kate’s leg and lifted it slightly to do her calves.  Her legs naturally opened and Pete was aiming for a better view but the small towel did its job and clung to her pussy much to both Pete’s and my frustration.  Pete worked that leg for a few minutes before he placed it down and grabbed the other, her leg lifted and to my delight the towel gave a small surrender and slid towards her stomach.  A tiny glimpse of Kate’s pussy on view, small well trimmed hairs on her mound.  Pete’s eyes watched the towel as his hands tried to push it away.  

Pete laid her leg down and grabbed some more oil.  He was now back working on her upper legs again and hips.  I watched as his hands slid up her the top of her thighs and her very subtly pushed her towel up a tiny amount.

Each time he slide the towel higher, more and more of her pussy was on show and Kate never flinched.  He pushed her legs open a little more.  I could see under the shadow of the towel two lips, still shiny, her pussy now just on view.  Her eyes shut, she almost looked like she was sleeping but she wasn’t.  Kate whispered, “I thought you were doing my stomach?”

Pete looked utterly disappointed, “Err yes, sure…” he stuttered.  He stepped out of Kates legs and added some oil to her flat stomach.  Pete worked around slowly, he skirted her breasts again and skimmed around her nipples before heading back down south.  Pete’s attempts to move the towel started and I watched his hand push the towel down.  A tiny amount of landing strip on view suddenly increased, a few more circles and Pete’s hands slid a little under the towel over her pubic hair.  I saw him glance at Kate’s face to see her reaction, she didn’t move.  Another circle of her stomach and Pete’s hands slid even further under the little towel.  This time the circle was smaller and his hand slid under and down onto her mound.  The towel slid between her legs a little.  Pete was now sliding his hand under the towel and from what I could see running his finger over my wife pussy.   He pushed the towel down a little more and suddenly I could see most of her landing strip and just the start of her slit.  Kate’s legs together Pete pushed his hand down once more and to my amazement Kate opened her legs offering Pete a blatant invite to finger her.  Pete’s hand headed down and I saw Kate breath out as his fingers brushed over her now visible clit.  The towel made its natural surrender and as it slid down between Kate’s open thighs, Pete tossed it to one side.



She was completely naked, her legs open and her wet little pussy right in front of Pete’s eyes.  She was horny for sure, I could even see her clit poking through her wet lips under the her landing strip.  Kate remained with eyes shut but to add to her tease she shuffled one her legs up, bending it slightly at the knee exposing her intimate area even more.  Pete’s hands slid up her legs to her open invitation.  He didn’t take as long this time to enter her pussy and I saw in a matter of 2 or 3 strokes he was rubbing and fingering her.  His hand glided up her inner thigh and I saw his finger slide up her opening, over her clit and then down and inside her.  Kate’s breathing intensive again.  Pete’s other hand came over, one was fingering her whilst the other ran over her landing strip and down onto her clit.  Kate’s legs widened again as Pete slowly wanked my wife off for the second time within the hour.  He was more frantic this time, less gentle and Kate stepped in.

“Shhhhh Pete, gently…..” she hissed pushing Pete’s hands away, he stood there admiring my hot naked wife.  Kate’s eyes opened and she looked into Pete’s who was like a startled Rabbit in the headlight.Kate rarely masterbated in front of me but again in yet another surprise I saw her hand come down from behind her head.  She edged away from Pete and sat up a little, her hands slowly caressed her breast before carefully and slowly sliding down her stomach and then onto her pussy.  Her fingers so gently caressed her outer lips and clit.  She was fucking playing with herself in front of Pete and it was the horniest, sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.  Pete stared at her pussy, his dick was clearly visible through his shorts.  Kate noticed his tent pole, she smiled at him and pointed at his dick.  “Pete, do you want to cum on me?” she wispered

“Hell yes….” he whispered back.

“Go for it, I want you to cum all over me….” she whispered back as her hand headed back to her pussy.  Her fingers slipped over her clit and she bit her lip.  Pete pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang free, he stood over Kate admiring her with his shorts and boxers round his ankles.  His dick was big and covered in pre-cum; he must have been as horny as me.  He grabbed his hard shaft and slowly started wanking himself as Kate played with her clit.  She shuffled again giving Pete the best view possible of her pussy.  It was too much for me, she was so exposed, so wet and her pussy looked so inviting I couldn’t take it any more and I felt my balls tighten.  I focused on Kate’s fingers, wet and slowly circling over her opening.  I went dizzy I was cumming so hard, hot spunk shot all over the wall under the window, I came again and again trying not to lose focus on Kate through the window, I felt dizzy as I shot load after load.  I looked up to see Kate dipping her finger inside her wet pussy again and Pete dick flinched.  As I slowly stopped and regathered my thoughts with my now limp dick in my hand, I managed to focus again on Pete and Kate.  Kate was playing harder, her body twitching, she was nearing as was Pete.  Pete’s expressing changed;

“I’m cumming…..” he said breathing hard.  He wanked hard, his dick red and swollen, his eyes fixed on Kate’s body.  “Ahhhh fuck….” Pete moaned, I’d never seen another man masterbate let alone cum on my wife and yet Pete was doing exactly that. He closed his eyes,  he had an intense stare and Kate was transfixed and she too bucked and moaned nearing cumming again.  Pete suddenly fired his first load, hot sperm shot across Kate’s landing strip, a clear line of white crossing her black bush, Pete’s eyes opened and he watched as another load splashed over her pussy lips, again and again spunk fired out mostly over Kate’s stomach and pussy.  Kate never stopped, she was rubbing Petes cum into her clit before she too tensed up, her body frozen bar her fingers moving, she lifted her ass off the sofa as Pete’s final spunk dripped from his dick.  Kate moaned and then suddenly went limp.  She pulled her hand away and lay back on the sofa.  Her legs open, her pussy exposed and a line of cum in her landing strip slowly running down her slit.  Pete panting, his dick like mine now limp in his hand.  He grinned impressed with his seed all over my wife.  Kate grabbed a towel and started wiping herself down.  She grabbed her robe and underwear and shuffled off for a shower, as she left the room she smiled at Pete;

“Great massage..… Maybe again some time?”

Pete pulled his shorts up and beamed ear to ear.  Kate was gone and I pulled away from the window tucking my own dick into my trousers.  It was then I heard the window upstairs open and Kate leaned out:

“It was a great massage” she called down.  I looked up and smiled at her, “Her eyes narrowed…. “and by the way” she said…”I’ll leave the gap a little wider next time in the curtain”.  She winked at me and put a finger to her mouth as a gesture to keep it our little secret.  Cheeky cow, I never knew she knew I could see.  I couldn’t wait now to get her naked again and relive it.  Pete appeared with two beers, he seemed a little sheepish but I assured him Kate just told me how good you were and how professional.  “Well done Pete, cheers mate” I smiled and Pete relaxed.  He doesn’t know to this day I know but its still one of my biggest secrets