Pairings- Platonic! Joaquin Torres x Bob Reynolds x reader
requested by- my darling dearest moot @of-apollo
A/n- Joaquin and Bob are rommates with reader (maybe this is kinda au ish?), i just had a vision okay? light swearing
It was safe to say that you'd been having an awful day.
You'd spent the entirety of the previous night, preparing for a presentation and had barely gotten any sleep.
So you'd woken up with a terrible headache and had missed the bus, so you were late to work.
And to your misfortune, your boss had been having a bad day, and had decided to take it out on you.
"He's just having one of those days," your co-worker had said while she absentmindedly sipped her coffee . "Can't really do anything.”
And when you'd returned home, earlier than both of your roommates, you'd found the kitchen to be a complete mess.
Apparently, Bob and Joaquin had decided on trying out a new lasagna recipe last night that they'd seen online.
But clearly, neither of them had gotten the chance to clean up.
You sighed and rubbed a hand across your eyelids before you folded up your sleeves and began to do the dishes.
By the time you'd finished up cleaning the kitchen, you were exhausted to the core and wanted nothing but to lie down and spent the next three to four days in bed.
You sat down on the couch with a heavy sigh.
You’d barely had time to breathe, before your phone buzzed.
You picked it up, to see a text from Bob
So sorry we'll be running late tonight can u take care of dinner please?
You looked at the text for so long, that it seemed like your gaze could burn a hole right through the screen.
You then quietly set down your phone and leaned your head against the couch.
You rubbed your palms across your face as you exhaled.
You got up, taking slow steps towards the kitchen.
You ignored the ache in every part of your body and started working on dinner.
The sound of the door knob rattling came as you finished up and headed out of the kitchen.
"Hey!" Joaquin called out to you as soon as him and Bob entered your shared apartment.
Bob was behind him, taking his shoes off.
"Hey" you said to the two guys, your voice barely hanging by a thin thread.
"Sorry we're late, a couple of guys from work invited us over for drinks" Bob explained.
"Yeah it was awesome! you would've loved it there" Joaquin grinned. “We even went to a bowling alley".
You blinked
Your feet felt as if they were frozen to the ground, "What" you spoke.
"So it wasn't a work thing?" you raised your brows.
"Ah no, it was just a fun hangout," Bob explained.
His expression changed when he registered the shock on your face, "Is something wrong?" he asked.
"Yeah are-are you okay? Is something wrong, cariño?' Joaquin asked as concern spread over his features.
You bit your lip so hard that you drew blood.
"Oh no no no nothing’s wrong" You shook your head furiously.
"Go ahead, have fun, go for drinks" You waved a hand, sarcasm dripping from every word.
The two guys looked at each other in confusion before turning to you, "I- we're-we're really sorry it was a very last minute plan" Bob hurriedly explained.
"Yeah we would've definitely told sooner if we had known," Joaquin added.
"No of course, no worries at all" You jabbed a hand sideways. ""go off, do whatever the fuck you want!" you threw up your hands.
"make a mess of the kitchen, change dinner plans last minute," you stepped forward, fury slithered onto your skin like a living thing.
"I'll just be here cleaning up after you two like a fucking unpaid maid!".
"No no that's not-" Bob began.
"I have a job too you know?" You planted your hands on your hips. "One that doesn't involve ‘fun hangouts’ and ‘bowling alleys’" the words clawed their way out of your throat.
You felt a burning ache in your throat, “I'm sick of this!” You threw your hands up in frustration.
And before either of them could say anything, you went inside your room and slammed the door.
Guilt immediately rushed into your mind before you'd even sat down on the bed.
Your hands were shaking, and there were tears threatening to spill over your cheeks.
Realisation struck you like lightning.
You'd gone too far
You'd lashed out at them, even though they hadn't deserved it in the slightest.
You didn't know how long you'd spent curled up on your bed, tears slowly dripping down the top of your nose, when you heard a quiet knock on your door.
"Hey we're- can we come in please?" Bob's voice came from the other side of the other.
You slowly got up, ignoring the throbbing pain at the side of your head.
"Yeah" you responded, quickly wiping the tears away.
The door opened slowly, and the two of them hesitantly stepped inside.
They settled on either side of you on the bed. "Hey we're really sorry" Joaquin began.
"Yeah we shouldn't dump all our mess on you, " Bob added.
Joaquin placed a hand on your shoulder, "And you don't have to clean up after us, that's not right," he shook his head.
"No it's-" you sniffed. "It's my fault".
You looked up to meet their gaze.
"I shouldn't have lashed out at you guys, you didn't deserve it" you bit your lip.
"You can tell us if something's wrong," Bob said."We'e here for you, we're your friends".
"Yeah totally," Joaquin agreed.
You sighed, rubbing a hand across your eyelids. "I've just been having a really bad day," you admitted.
“Missed the bus, got yelled at by my boss for no reason,” you explained. "it’s-it's been a day".
Both of them looked at you with deep concern.
“Gosh that's awful, I'm so sorry” Joaquin began. "you know you can tell us things like these,".
"We'll help out any way we can" he pursed his lips.
"Yeah, of course we will," Bob nodded, as he placed his hand on top of yours.
Your lower lip quivered, "Thanks, it means a lot" you exhaled.
"Of course, we're here for you," Bob nodded.
"Yeah" a smile crept onto your features.
You could finally breathe easy.
"Hmm but I know just what'll help right now" Joaquin said, a sly grin made its way onto his features.
You looked at him with a puzzled look on your face, “What?”.
"Group hug!" He grinned brightly and wrapped his arms around you before you could protest.
You then felt Bob's arms gently wrap around the two of you.
For a moment, you just stayed there, wrapped in the arms of your two best friends, and suddenly, you felt like you could get through anything.
"Did it help?" Joaquin asked excitedly, the moment you pulled away.
"It did," you smiled.
He beamed at your response.
"And next time,” his gaze softened. “please let us know if something's wrong, okay?" he said.
"Yeah I will," you nodded.
"Yeah you're very scary when you're mad" Bob winced.
can u do thor x gender neutral reader who can shapeshift into a very large wolfdog? Just basic headcannons and if the reader could be thors significant other that would be sweet! no weird romance stuff with the dog form, just pets and forehead kisses
Thor x shapeshifter reader
Everyone just thought you were his familiar or something, but you just like messing with people
Compared to thor you’re the size of wild wolf reaching up to mid shoulder when on all fours
He races you, he loves it and when you two reach the finish line he tackles you to the ground to wrestle playfully
Tony calls you Thor’s werewolf.
Sometimes you curled up against as the wolf then wake up as yourself, thor likes to pamper your faces with kisses when that happens
He panicked one time because he found out dogs can’t eat pop tarts and he saw you demolish a box for breakfast
"Thor I’m not going to a vet!" "But what if you get poisoned!?"
You annoy him with your tail a lot of the time, he tells you to stop but you still do it till he begins to chase you around
Also the pets, you love em, makes you feel loved but easy on the fur, it takes a lot of grooming to keep it this shiny
You sneak out when the moon is full, running in the wild as free and fast as you could, if you get lucky you join a howling band of wolves if you find them
Because of your size most animals are confused by what you are exactly, sometimes puppies would come and sniff you but cats weren’t a huge fan, they think you’re suspicious
Your nails are natural long and sharp, so you’re extra careful not to poke your eye out or someone else’s, happened to Loki once and goodness
Meats, a true carnivore, you’ll try anything.
Big appetite to rival that of Thor, both of you are a restaurant’s worst nightmare
Barefoot most of the time, you hate having something to restrict your feet
Kids love you, it doesn’t matter if they know you can shift into a wolf dog or not, you’re just playful they love it
Everyone pets you when they walk into the meeting area, your fur is soft and your big puppy eyes never fail to soften up even the grumpiest of the grump
You spend a lot of dates star gazing with thor, once even he claimed that one of the stars will be named after you when he gets to it
Request: “hi! could i make a kate x reader request where reader have to take care of lucky but lost the dog (maybe she leaves the door open?) and kate find out and freaks out but they find lucky very fluffy” by Anon
Summary: Y/N accidentally loses Lucky.
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“I have a favor to ask you.”
“Ooh! Wait, lemme get my book.”
“Your boo—huh?”
“I keep track of all the favors you ask of me so I can cash them in one day.”
The pause of silence tells Y/N that Kate is rolling her eyes.
“You don’t have a book.”
“Yes, I do, actually,” she says, and shuffling can be heard as Y/N opens her real book.
“Oh, my god.”
“Let’s see here,” Y/N pauses to flip to a new page, leaning over and grabbing a pen to scrawl out the date. “Okay! What’s the favor, dear?”
Kate scoffs, but smiles at the term of endearment regardless. “I need you to watch Lucky.”
A pause.
“You do know I’m allergic to dogs, right? Do you have a desire to kill me, your girlfriend?!”
“You’re so dramatic.”
“It’s life-threatening!”
“Take your medicine. You’ll be fine. Besides, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t really need you. Clint got tipped off about these evil dudes and he needs me. He actually said that. He never says that!”
Y/N sighs. “Can’t Jack watch him?”
“Out of town.”
The sigh turns into the groan. “Fine. When do you need me?”
“Uh, in like 15 minutes?”
“Oh my god, Kate. Man, the things I do for love.”
“Achoo!”
“You faked that, right? C’mon, you faked that,” Kate said, crossing her arms as she raised an eyebrow at her girlfriend, who was standing in front of her now-open door.
Y/N’s sly grin gave it away. “I couldn’t help it,” she said cheekily, giving Kate a peck on the lips as she waltzed her way into the apartment.
Lucky immediately ran up to her, and while Y/N instinctively leaned back to protect her allergies, she pet him regardless.
“Well, you two kids have fun. I gotta run — oh, hey, that rhymes!” Kate said, jogging over to the couch to grab her bow and arrows. As she passed her girlfriend, she wrapped her arm around Y/N’s waist, pulling her into a quick hug.
“I won’t be long!” Kate called as she headed towards the door.
Laughing because she knew that couldn’t be true, Y/N continued to pet Lucky. “Alright, love you!” She called back.
“Love you too!” Was the last thing Y/N heard before the door shut and locked behind the archer.
“Okay, Lucks, it’s just you and me,” Y/N murmured to the dog, who was wagging his tail happily. Y/N knelt on the ground, avoiding Lucky’s licks while playing with his floppy ears.
“You know, I wonder why Kate can’t just leave you alone—” she said, cutting herself off as she watched Lucky suddenly bolt, skidding to a halt at an empty pizza box, where he began pawing at it and gnawing at it — barking, too. “—Oh.”
“Lucky!” She whined, quickly following the dog and gently pulling him back from the box. He immediately turned around and, with a lot of energy, pushed Y/N down so she was on her back. He practically had a smile on his face as he licked her all over her face excitedly.
“Oh, no. Oh, lord,” Y/N said, trying in vain to get away from his licks while simultaneously grunting from his paws pounding into her chest and torso.
Her loud, uncontrollable sneeze became the thing to scare him off. Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the weight being lifted off of herself. “Wonderful. It’s started,” she muttered.
Deciding to rest on the floor for a couple minutes, she drifted out of the “zone” she had fallen into when she heard Lucky whimper. Looking over, she watched him scamper over to the door and paw at it relentlessly.
Sneezing again, Y/N picked some dog fur that he had shed from her shirt. “Alright, just gimme a sec,” she said, pulling herself up and to her feet. She grabbed the allergy medicine from her bag and then got a glass of water from the kitchen. Placing the pills on her tongue, she swallowed it with the water and cleaned up before grabbing Lucky’s leash.
Once she had it hooked to his collar, she grabbed her purse and opened the door. Once they were out, he practically yanked her in the direction of the elevator, giving Y/N little time to actually make sure the door was locked. Hiding a sigh, she thought to herself about how lucky Kate was — she was punny, wasn’t she? — and how she couldn’t wait to use this as an excuse to keep Kate from going on her nightly patrols.
About ten minutes into their walk and it was going alright. Lucky had stopped to pee once, thankfully for Y/N hadn’t gone number two, but he did pause at every little thing to sniff at it. And when he saw a dog? Well, the smaller ones he was just happy to see, but he barked at a bigger one. The only real snag was when his leash and another dog’s leash got tangled, and Y/N and the other person choreographed a strange dance to untangle them. She apologized profoundly and continued on.
But then — the universe decided to be a bitch. At the precise moment that Lucky saw a squirrel slinking around a tree, Y/N had to sneeze. In hindsight, he was too excited, and she was too distracted. Barking, he broke off in a run, tugging at the leash, catching Y/N off guard as she paused to turn and cover her sneeze. She lost her grip on the leash and Lucky was granted his freedom, darting after the squirrel. The squirrel — who had been minding his own business with a couple acorns stuffed in his mouth — saw Lucky and ran.
With it all happening so fast, it took Y/N a moment to realize that the leash was no longer in her hand and the golden blob she saw was the dog she was supposed to be walking. Her eyes widening, she broke off into a run, calling Lucky’s name and praying for him to stop.
Alas, he didn’t. Y/N did her best to keep eyes on him while avoiding the strangers going about their own days, but it wasn’t easy. She knocked into multiple people and ignored the rude comments that were thrown her way.
It wasn’t until she full-on collied with someone that she was literally knocked off her path. Having just gone from seeing ahead of herself to now looking at the pavement, her head whirled as dizziness passed over her. The sound of the person hastily apologizing and going about their day was muffled in her ears. By the time the dizziness passed and Y/N got her bearings, she looked up to see Lucky nowhere.
Which promptly sent her down another spiral.
Not even realizing that her flesh peeled with scrapes and blood, Y/N stumbled to her feet and set off in the last direction she had seen him. She called his name at the top of her lungs, the repeating words coming out as strangled cries. People gave her odd looks as they passed, but she paid them no mind. Nothing else concerned her but finding this dog, as she recalled how distraught Kate would be if Lucky was lost. She couldn’t bare to see her girlfriend sad and knowing that it was her fault? Nausea hiked up her throat at the image.
She searched for a good thirty minutes until she figured she should head back to Kate’s apartment. After-all, what if he got bored of the squirrel and came back there? He may be a pizza dog but he was smart . . . Kind of. Upon her arrival, she brushed away the doorman’s concern and plopped herself in a seat in the lobby. She didn’t know how long she sat there, staring out the windows with a sliver of hope, until the doorman told her that her phone was ringing.
Scrambling to retrieve it, she almost considered hanging up when she saw Kate was calling. But, knowing that that wasn’t an option, she picked up the phone. “H-hello?” She said.
Kate, oblivious to the nervous stutter, greeted her with: “Hey! The mission ended up being a lot quicker than we expected. I’m heading back home now, I hope you guys had fun!”
That was it. Hearing the brunette’s cherry voice and knowing that her happiness was soon to be crushed, Y/N broke down in sobs. She struggled to breath through it, and that resulted in half-tears, half-wheezes.
“Y/N? Y/N, what’s wrong?” Kate said, her tone immediately changing. Picking up the worry only made Y/N cry harder, and on the other side of the phone Kate did her best to remain patient. She waited it out with Y/N until she was able to form coherent words and sentences.
“I’m — so — sorry! I — didn’t — mean to! I-I lost Lucky. I sneezed and he saw a squirrel and ran and I lost my grip and I ran after him but I couldn’t find him so I came back to see if he came back but he didn’t and—and—” she gasped.
The brief pause of silence felt like a knife stabbing her. In those 15 seconds, Y/N’s fears practically exploded. She curled in on herself, turning away from the doorman, seeking the tiniest bit of privacy. (Thankfully, he had enough tact to pretend that he was busy.)
“Oh-okay. It’s not your fault, Y/N. I’ll find him. Just stay there in case he comes back, like you said,” Kate’s voice finally came after what felt like an agonizing eternity. Her words were slow, still recovering from the shock of the news.
Y/N couldn’t explain why, but now she just felt worse. She wasn’t sure what she expected Kate to say, and figured that any reaction would have resulted in the guilt weighing on her like it did now. “Alright. Alright. I love you. I’m sorry.”
Kate returned the “I love you”, but it was clear that she wasn’t paying too much attention. Y/N let her hang up and still kept the phone pressed to her ear, even when she heard the dial tone.
When she heard Lucky’s barks 20 minutes later, Y/N nearly fell off her seat. Her head whipped up, a grin breaking out as she allowed the dog to run at her and jump on her, covering her face with slobbery licks. She sneezed a couple times from it, but didn’t mind at all.
“I’m so happy you found him,” she said, tears springing into her eyes. She looked up to see Kate, standing in front of her a little disheveled but otherwise fine, wearing a huge grin. Y/N opened her mouth to continue her seemingly endless apologies, but was interrupted.
“Before you say anything, it’s fine. Really. I know you didn’t mean to lose him,” Kate said, cupping Y/N’s chin and tilting her head up so she could give her girlfriend a much-needed kiss.
Pulling back, Kate — for the first time — took in Y/N’s appearance. Her eyes widened when she saw the cuts and dried blood and she knelt down in front of Y/N. “Babe, what happened?!”
Following Kate’s gaze, Y/N blinked in surprise when she saw her hands and torn knees. “Oh. I guess it must have happened when I fell. Someone bumped into me when I was running after Lucky — Or I bumped into them,” she said, doing her best to recall the event.
“You poor thing,” Kate murmured, peppermint kisses on all of the cuts. Y/N’s face heated up with blushes. “The two of you have had a long day, huh?” She paused to scratch Lucky behind his ear. “Let’s get you guys upstairs.”
Feeling calm now, Y/N stood up and walked alongside Kate and Lucky to the elevators. Within minutes, they were inside Kate’s apartment. Kate unhooked the leash from Lucky’s dollar and urged Y/N to go relax, which she latter had no problem doing. She sat down on the couch, watching her girlfriend retrieve a mini first aid kit from her bathroom’s cabinet.
“I don’t think this is necessary,” Y/N commented through a giggle as Kate sat down next to her and pulled out alcohol wipes and bandaids.
“Nonsense, it could get infected,” Kate argued cheekily, smirking as she rubbed Y/N’s cuts with the wipes and then slapped bandaids over them. “There we go. All better.”
Thanking Kate, Y/N let herself lean back against the pillows. “Once again, I’m sorry,” she apologized, her eyes drifting over to where Lucky was playing with a toy on the floor. As if he could understand them, he stopped and climbed onto the couch, making himself comfortable behind Y/N’s head. Y/N hesitated for a moment before she leaned her head against Lucky’s fur, allowing herself to relax.
“Once again, it’s fine,” Kate replied, a little mockingly but all in good fun. She pat Y/N’s knee as they shared a smile.
“How was the mission?” Y/N asked, sniffing a bit from the allergies.
“It was easy, but fun. It was nice to kick some guys’ butts again,” Kate answered, recalling her fights with a proud smile. Hearing Y/N sniffle, she pouted, scooting closer to her girlfriend. “Did you take your allergy medicine?”
“Earlier I did, yeah. It’s okay, Kate. My allergies will get used to him,” Y/N said nonchalantly.
Kate hummed in slight disagreement but decided not to press the matter. “Thank you for taking care of him today,” she said.
Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “But I—”
“Thank you. What you said before — about the things you do for love — it was right. You’re amazing,” Kate interrupted, leaning forward to kiss Y/N (partly doing so before she could argue).
Smiling, Y/N kissed back, cupping Kate’s cheek in her hand and enjoying the peacefulness and the happiness that radiated endlessly between them.
Hello, can I request a Wanda x Female Reader? Where R shifts to date Wanda and everything is all fluffy until Wanda asks why R has thoughts about a person that looks like her (Elizabeth O.) but she doesn’t recall ever doing these memories?
Break Up and Break Through
Pairings | Elizabeth Olsen x reader, Wanda Maximoff x reader
Summary | shifting to date the renowned and well loved scarlet witch comes with troubles, when the avenger reads your mind.
Warnings | angst, mention of a breakup,
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Wanda laid upon the well made bed, eating a packet of salt and vinegar crisps as she stared at you. She was waiting for the light to illuminate the room, as she watched you with a soft smile, down on your knees, cleaning the old disc that you had kept all through your youth.
It was one of her favourites too, it was one of the things the pair of your shared. The fact that you knew that she loved Bewitched when she was younger almost scared her for a second, but she realised that she must have let that detail slip in one of your many conversations before the pair of your had gotten this comfortable around one another.
The one thing that she would not allow herself to do around you however, was read your mind. She thought that as pushing boundaries, though, sometimes, the ability could not be helped. The avenger tried her best to respect your privacy, only looming in the corners of your mind when she was worried with how you felt about her.
It was no secret that the public had a formed opinion about her, they simply thought that she was not in control enough to save lives, all because of the ones that she has taken via incarnated accidents. But you, you accepted her just the way she was, and that gave her much comfort. And whilst you were sorting out putting the television on with the chosen agenda of what to watch, Wanda decided to go against her usual promise, and look into your mind.
The aura within it was sweet, and she found everything that she loved about you within the mental realm, however, she didn’t disrupt your own recollection locked away in your mind so that she could envision you in your child, chasing butterflies and sneaking an extra cookie against your parents’ orders, as nice as the character building of you was.
Her aim was to discover the folder that had inclusivity of her, she wanted to gather the thoughts that you had around her, and use them to keep herself content with being who she was. And then, she saw herself, though, she looked a little different. She had dirty blonde hair, and you kept referring to her as ‘LIzzie’.
Never in her life had she wore such a light hair colour, her roots were naturally dark, and had changed to hold a reddish tone as she had gotten older, and staked out during the split of the avengers. But all that ruckus was over now, was it not, or was somebody else creating illusions to trick your mind into seeing her as someone other than the scarlet witch?
It left her in a state of concern, hardly noticing how the beginning credits rolled onto the screen, and you dived quite goofily onto the bed beside her, for all that she could think about was how you had the incorrect image of her in your pretty and confusing mind. This Elizabeth that you harboured memories of was certainly not her, she had had a brother, whom was now deceased all thanks to Ultron, not two twin sisters that had lead her into the lifestyle of being... an actress?
Wanda was pulled from her invasion of your thoughts, as you reached beside her, stuffing it inside of the green chip packet, pulling out a few altered potatoes, and put them mindlessly into your mouth, as your eyes shon towards the screen. And so, the avenger cleared her throat, grabbing the grey remote and pausing the show, so that you would pay her some attention.
“Y/n...” She spoke your name, her accent peeking through as you tentatively listened, your ears perked for her only. “Who is Elizabeth Olsen?” The question was innocent enough, but the way that your eyes went wide was anything but. It had not been something that you had expected, but yo had been caught out, considering that your current, and girlfriend from another reality had the ability to read minds.
It should have been something that you had expected, though, it had been the last thing from your mind, and Wanda reeled that thought through her head as you listened to you mull over your possible answers that would grant her, and perhaps yourself, some clarity on the situation.
“Um, she’s my ex.” You reached your hand back to play with the roots of your hair, as you nervously admitted the fact aloud. It had been hard to let her go, it was stupid, you couldn’t even remember the fight that had caused the pair of you to break up, but in the end, the pair of you had still gone your different ways, and kept distance between you.
The memory had you gulping, there had been tears falling like faucets from your eyes, you had laid in your bed that night, immobile as she packed her things to stay with a friend. You wished that things could have worked out, but instead, you had opted to shift, and find another her, and whilst Wanda was an amazing woman, she wasn’t Lizzie.
Gulping, you registered what to say next, but Wanda placed her finger upon your lips, stopping them from moving. “It’s okay, I understand.” Wanda smiled, shrugging softly. “This isn’t real for you, and when you wake up, this will all be a very realistic dream. And that is fine, but you should go to her as soon as you open your eyes, if there’s another me there, there has to be another you here for me.”
You weren’t sure how to thank her, and so, you relaxed in her arms, and watched Bewitched, until your damned alarm interrupted your vivid senses, and brought you back to your reality, where you were in bed alone, but didn’t want to be. There was only one thing that you could do, and that was throw a pair of shoes onto your feet, caring not to change out of your pyjamas, and rush to your car.
You knew exactly where your destination was, and whilst remaining within the speed limit, you went as fast as you could to said place. When you reached there, you parked your car, and went straight to her new address, rapidly knocking upon the door, feeling urgent to see her.
It took a moment until there was an answer, and when you were met with her green eyes, it was clear that Lizzie was in shock of your presence. “Can I help you?” Her fingers nervously picked at the skin of her arm as she awaited for you to say something, but instead of speaking, you acted.
Reaching your arms forward, you tugged Lizzie closer, pulling her lips down upon your own, like a lovesick fool. “I think you can.” You confirmed, feeling proud that you had listened to Wanda, and done what she had suggested. Lizzie tucked her hair behind her ear as she opened the door further, inviting you inside.
“I’m watching Bewitched, care to join?” Accepting the invite, you entered her new place, looking around for only a second, until Liz tugged you onto the sofa with her, and rested in your arms, the pair of you having missed each other equally.
Druig has a lot more experience than his girl and she asks him to teach her how to please him and feel good… he’s immediately super soft but he also wants to absolutely ruin and ravage her.
woof
warnings. smut (18+)
he know's you're embarrassed asking, but he'll do anything for you. you ask him with your head hung bashfully and cheeks rosy and flared up, but he tilts your chin up with the side of his index finger to look at him, head canting down to look into your eyes with that little smirk tugging at the edge of those sinful pink lips.
"i'll teach you anything you'd like to know, my angel."
and he does just that. leading the way with you and going at any pace you set. he answers every question or canted head with soft whispers and gentle touches, giving you every open glimpse into what makes him groan while also helping you find out things you didn't know your own body could melt from. he's making your head fucking spin, and before he knows it, his head is throbbing with the feeling of you, the sound of you.
all he wants is to have you all to himself, just to press you into the bed, a hand fisted in your hair and the other bruising your hipbone as he splits through you with his cock. he wants to feel the slow, soaked drag of your walls as he pulls you back against his cock in tandem with his firm pounds. but he'll wait forever. he'll let you ask and wait and think and learn everything you want from him, before he truly gives you something to ponder over.
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✧ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭
Send me an ask with the character and a prompt or rough story idea. I'll respond to your ask to let you know that I've seen it, and then add your request to my list. Note that I'm a student and I have a job, so I might need some patience when it comes to the timeframe of turning fics out.
✧ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
Steve Rogers
James "Bucky" Barnes
Sam Wilson
Natasha Romanoff
Wanda Maximoff
Kate Bishop
Xu Shangqi
Matt Murdock
feel free to request a different character, I might decide to pick it up anyways
✧ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞
smut
incest
non-platonic relationships between a minor and an adult
dark!character aus
✧ 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫
if you're like me and you've never requested a fic or don't know what to ask for, you're in the right place! here are some things you can include:
a song or song lyric
a plot prompt or dialogue prompt
a plot (ex. "a mission with bucky where the reader gets hurt and he has to take care of her")
a trope (ex. "there was only one bed" with sam)
the more specific the request, the easier it is for me to write, so feel free to add as much detail as you like!
✧ 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬
i have no set timeline for completing requests. some might take me longer than others, or i might be particularly busy. please have patience with me while i work on your request.
i reserve the right to refuse a request for any reason at any time.
at the end of the day, my fanfics are going to follow my interpretations of these characters and their personalities. i will do my best to write what's requested of me but i won't do it at the expense of my view on the character's behavior.
feel free to shoot me an ask if you have any more questions! thank you so much <3
