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Blue Moon Motel (gr63)

↳ A/N I can't thank you all enough for your lovely words on my first piece of George writing I posted here. Your welcome into the F1 side of Tumblr has been so incredibly kind. Please take this heartbreaking story as my thank you <3

↳ Inspired By Blue Moon Motel by Nicole Dollanganger

↳ Summary: George has decided that his affair with you needs to end but he takes you out for one last night before saying goodbye.

↳ Pairings: George Russell x Fem!Reader (NO use of y/n)

↳ Word Count: 8.0k

↳ Warnings: 18+, smut, cheating (George is having an ongoing affair with the reader, gf is unnamed), use of explicit language, fucking without feelings (or so they think), oral (f receiving), choking, spanking, some biting, hair pulling, use of derogatory names (slut etc.), unprotected sex

G: Booked a hotel room tonight. You free? 

Your favourite kind of text. You knew well what he was asking for and you lifted your phone from your desk to answer;

-Always free for you and I wanted to talk to you about something anyway. Time and place?

G: I need to talk to you too...and I need to fuck you. 7pm. Blue Moon Motel. I’ll wait for you in the lobby? 

-Sounds good. See you then ;)

It wasn’t uncommon for George to book rooms when he needed you and couldn’t get the house to himself. He always booked mid-range where the rooms were nice but the place wasn’t expensive, something located farther out of Monaco and towards Menton in the south of France so chances of getting caught by paparazzi was slimmer. He couldn’t take any chances when you weren’t his girlfriend. The world didn’t know her yet but she didn’t know you and that would have been the main issue if he was caught by the press sneaking you into a five star hotel. 

Regardless, you dressed in your best lingerie and a short dress overtop before calling a cab to the motel. It was a hot day in the south of France and the evening didn’t do much to lessen the humidity, the moment you stepped out of the cab you felt your skin flush under the heat. George was waiting in the lobby as promised, identity hidden behind sunglasses and a casual outfit, and he stood up when he saw you. He glanced around as you approached each other to make sure no one was paying much attention before leaning in to kiss you quickly. 

“You look great.” he complimented quietly before taking your hand. 

“So do you.” you smiled softly, letting him lead you towards the elevators as he tucked his sunglasses in the collar of his shirt. 

George seemed more nervous than normal and you watched as he eyed the numbers on the elevator ticking up to your floor, his hand still snug in yours and his weight shifting from side to side ever so slightly. 

“What’s up?” you asked, tugging on his hand to bring his attention to you. 

He glanced at you with surprised blue eyes but shrugged as the elevator doors slid open, “Nothing.” 

“You said you wanted to talk about something in your text.” you stated as he pulled you down the hallway to the room. 

George stopped outside a door and swiped the key before glancing back at you, “Fucking first. Talking after.”

You couldn’t get a rebuttal out before he was sweeping you right off your feet and into his arms like a bride. You shrieked in surprise but tossed your arms around his shoulders and kissed his jaw through your excited giggles as he carried you into the hotel room.

“What a gentleman.” you whispered against his cheek. 

“Only the best for you.” George gushed, finding your lips with his as he kicked the door closed behind the two of you.

He gently let you slip from his arms onto the ground of the small hotel room foyer, your feet landing silently on the carpet as your lips lingered on each others and you swallowed him up in your arms. George’s arms slid around your waist and pulled you impossibly closer by your waist until you were pressed flush up against him. You could feel the bulge in his jeans against your body and you tangled your hand in the back of his hair to pull his lips off of yours for a moment. His eyes lingered on yours, pupils already dilated and soft breaths falling from pink lips. The way he looked at you could make your knees weak and you scratched your fingers through the back of his hair for a moment. 

“Have you been hard all day?”

George groaned lightly at your bluntness, licking his lips as he stared at you, “Most of the day.” 

“And thinking of me?”

“Yeah.” George bit back a little smirk, his hands sliding from your hips to your ass and he grabbed two snug handfuls. 

You brushed your nose against his and let your lips connect again, lingering there a moment before you both inhaled sharply and tilted your heads to turn it deeper. His fingers inched up the hem of your short dress as his lips distracted themselves with yours and when your dress was up around your waist, he slapped his hand down hard against your bare ass.

You tugged at his hair to strengthen your kiss and his tongue swiped over your bottom lip, shooting shivers down your spine. You opened up for him and his tongue pushed its way into your mouth as he backed you up against the doorway to the bathroom. Your hands dragged down his chest and worked to blindly unbutton his shirt quickly as he slid a hand between your legs. His fingers made you shiver under his touch, gasping out of your kiss as his lips moved down your neck and his fingers drew slow stripes over your panties. 

“Have you been wet all day?” George taunted against your ear, pushing your question back at you. 

“Just about.” you laughed lightly, dragging your hands down his abs. 

“Wanna shower with me?” he asked, his eyes focusing on your lips in your close proximity, sliding his hands around your waist to pull you right up against his jeans. 

Your hands teased the hem of his pants, “Of course.”

George shrugged off his shirt and tossed it to the floor before his hand found its way around your throat and pulled your mouth back onto his. Your hands memorized his body, over his shoulders and arms and bare chest, finally returning to his jeans to pop the button and slide your hand down the front. 

George moaned into your kiss, moulding his tongue against yours as he kept you pressed up against the doorframe and you palmed him strongly down his pants. His hands shimmied up your dress and lifted it over your head to drop to the floor before returning your mouth to his hungry kisses. The quiet hotel room filled with the sound of your sloppy kisses and you grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him after you into the bathroom. 

George’s large hands soaked up your body in the black lace, lingering at your chest before sliding over your hips and ass, breathing into your mouth, “Christ, you’re so fucking sexy.”

You bit at his bottom lip, urging a moan from him while you shoved his jeans down his legs and he kicked his shoes off and then his jeans followed, tossed back out into the hotel room foyer. Your kisses were turning feverous, desperation growing as clothes were stripped and passion increasing with the fiery touch of hands on skin. George’s lips moved down your neck and his right hand pushed down the front of your underwear. It was only then that you noticed the bracelet missing from his wrist. The bracelet that matched his girlfriend’s. 

“Where’s your bracelet?” you asked quietly, watching him kiss at your neck through the mirror. 

His fingers kept up slow stripes over your cunt as his face lifted from your neck and his eyes found yours, “I’m yours tonight. No one else’s.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you pulled his lips back on yours with a feverous desire that made him chuckle lightly. His fingers worked a bit faster between your legs, finally rubbing lazily at your clit until you were grinding onto his hand. 

“I need you.” you breathed into his mouth, pulling lightly at his hair to keep his lips on yours. “Please, sir.” 

A soft groan came from George’s throat and he yanked your panties down your thighs. 

“Strip.” he ordered. 

You did as told while he turned on the shower and set it to a comfortable temperature, turning back to you only to find you naked and waiting. Your hands were on your chest, tweaking at your hardening nipples, and George smacked your hands away. 

“Lemmy see your pretty tits.” 

You bit your lip at his vulgarity, always liking to see how filthy his usual polite and gentlemanly demeanor could turn. His hands were on you in an instant, forcing you to lean back against the bathroom counter as his mouth found your left breast first, tonguing at your nipple before sucking at it for a moment and doing the same to the opposite one. The tent in his boxers was massive and you played with the thick shape of his dick through the fabric ever so gently as he licked back up your neck and nipped at your earlobe. 

“Feel how fucking hard you make me, baby?” George whispered. “Just need to fuck you so bad.” 

“So do it.” you taunted. 

“In the shower, pretty little whore. Gonna show you what I’ve been thinking about all day.”

He left you with a spank as you slunk past him and helped yourself to the warm shower. You held your head back under the stream of water and soaked yourself up as George watched for a moment from in front of the counter. He dropped his underwear and you gave him a little show as he stroked himself off a little, his eyes lingering on the water cascading down your bare body and over every curve. You let your hands trail your figure until he was stepping in behind you and taking your place. 

“Little slut…putting on a show for me, huh?” George breathed against your ear as his hands rubbed over your hips. You could feel his dick pressed up against your ass and you pushed back on him impatiently. 

He adjusted the stream of water, soaking both of you, before shifting it to the side again and ran a hand over his wet hair. He bent you forward and you set your hands flat against the tile wall, ass out and back slightly arched, and he slapped his hand down against your flesh. You gasped lightly, the water on your skin only increasing the sound of his spanks as he did it again. 

“Fuck me.” you choked out. “Please just fuck me, sir.” 

George shuffled up behind you and you spread your feet slightly to give him room to tuck himself between your legs. The feeling of his dick grazing over your folds had you fluttering and he could feel it, his hand sliding up your spine to tangle in your hair as his other slowly pushed himself inside you. 

Your mouth dropped open as the stretch, easing back on him so he bottomed out quicker, and your eyes fell shut as he filled you completely. George groaned lowly, gripping your wet hair in one hand and your hip in the other, focusing on the limited space between you and how he fit inside you so perfectly. 

He stayed still for a moment as if to compose himself but you started fucking yourself back onto him, rocking forward and back in messy motions to get him going, only making yourself moan desperately. 

George slapped his hand down against your ass, “Yeah. That’s my girl.”

His praise made you flush pink and you groaned excitedly as he yanked at your hair and shoved right into you. You gasped, grabbing onto the shower wall the best you could as he started thrusting into you, giving you everything before pulling out almost all the way and then moving back in. 

“Oh my God.” you breathed, “Shit...you’re so fucking big-”

“Yeah?” George chuckled against your neck, keeping up his strong steady thrusts, “Where do you feel me?”

“So deep.” you groaned softly. 

“Yeah?” George tightened his grip in your hair and picked up speed, shoving into you a bit faster. 

“Oh God.” you cried, hands streaking down the shower wall as he fucked you harder and you couldn’t help but push back on him in time with his motions. 

“Good girl.” George spanked you again before grabbing a handful of your ass and made sure you were pulled open so he could fit in as deep as he could go. The warm water only increased the sound of his skin slapping against yours, his hands holding you in place so he could fuck you how he wanted and you shoved back on him each time. “God, you’re such a fucking slut.” 

“George-” you cried out as he slid his hand around the front of your neck and then really started going to town, shoving into you roughly until you were falling silent. 

“Good girl.” he growled against your ear. “Take it. Fucking take it.” 

You squealed softly, hands squeaking against the tile wall in your desperate attempt to keep yourself steady, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-” 

His fingers pushed their way into your mouth to keep you quiet and you moaned around them, eyes falling shut as he had his way with you and was nearly choking you with his two fingers. But he slowed down almost just as quickly, making you whine around his fingers as he went back to strong deep thrusts that pushed you to slump forward against the shower wall again. His hand slid down your neck and grabbed your breast in his palm before finding your hip. 

“I love this fucking pussy.” George breathed, bending over you to kiss between your shoulder blades as he thrusted into you slowly but strongly, guiding your hips with his hands. His eyes dropped between you to watch as he pushed inside you and rolled your hips back onto him each time, creating a perfect rhythm with your wet bodies. He gripped the flesh of your hip so tightly you were sure he was going to leave bruises, fingers pressing into your skin as he tugged you back on his dick again and again. 

He stretched you out so well and it always managed to take your breath away no matter how many times you had snuck off together. The warm water only added to the sensations, slicking you up so as he sped up the small hotel bathroom was filling with the steady slap of his skin on yours. Faster, faster, faster, George’s hands gripped tighter to your waist and you could only bend over more for him, slumping against the wall as he shoved deep inside you again and again until all you could do was take it. 

“Please.” you sobbed, “Please don’t stop!” 

“You wanna cum, baby girl?” George breathed, his words almost muffled by the shower and the wet clapping of his skin on yours. 

“Yessir.” you whimpered.  

“Yeah?” he taunted through his teeth, “You think you deserve to cum? Beg.”

“Please, please, please make me cum.” you cried, tears brimming in your eyes at the overwhelm. 

His left hand gathered your wrists under his grasp and pinned your hands to the shower wall as his right kept you close so he could keep pounding into you. The restraint of it all had you whining loudly, head tilting back until the stream from the shower hit your chest and he spanked you hard. 

“Please, sir!” you nearly shrieked, feeling your stomach ache with need. “Please, I wanna cum for you!”

“You’re gonna cum when I tell you.” George ordered. 

“Yeah.” you whined in tired agreement, already starting to feel your muscles clenching around him in desperation. 

“Good girl.” George fucked into you harder, letting his teeth find your shoulder as he chased his orgasm and his hand that had been holding yours against the wall found your hair again and gave it a good yank. 

You cried out, welcoming his lips on your neck as he groaned against your flushed skin and your legs were starting to tremble. You bit down on your bottom lip, fucking yourself back on him as you tried to hold yourself back the best you could until he gave you permission. It was one of the things he liked best about you; you always listened. It's what you were there for, after all; to give him what he wanted.

“Ready, baby girl?” George whispered against your ear. “Cum with me.”

“Yes. Come inside me.” you begged shakily, desperate to finish him off, “Please, sir. Please, I want it.” 

“That’s my girl. Listen to you fucking beg. Ready?” George panted as he let go of your hair and gripped your hips and fucked you harder and rougher as his groans moulded into pitchy moans and you could feel him twitching inside you. “Now. Cum.”

In seconds, with one more rough tug of your body back onto him, he came deep inside you, grunting lowly against your skin and digging his nails down into your flesh. 

“Oh God…” you whined breathily, squealing in overwhelm as you came with him, vision blurring around the edges as he shot pleasure through every nerve in your body. You could only sob out a few more “yeses” through it, pulsing down around him as he gave you a few lazy thrusts through his heavy breaths and small groans. 

He kept his hands on your hips as he pulled out slowly, watching the thick white cream drip filthily out of you and onto the shower floor to be washed away by the water. He smacked his hand down on your ass before sliding a hand between your legs to finger the rest of his cum back inside you, making sure to graze his thumb over your clit to make you flinch. 

“That’s my good girl.” George praised, his voice drowned out by the water but he gently pulled you from the wall so your back was pressed up to his chest. He rested your head back against his shoulder so he could look at your face as your wet chest heaved with breathlessness. 

Your eyes lingered on his features, how the water cascaded down his cheeks and soaked his hair over his forehead…you could have stayed there forever with his arms around your waist and his body pressed up to yours. His lips found your jaw and left a soft kiss there before focusing back on your face and let a little smirk tug at his mouth. 

“Your makeup is ruined.” he whispered. 

“Mm…whose fault is that?” you laughed lightly. 

“Yours. For begging for it.” George teased. 

He slid his hands into yours and you laced your fingers together, letting the water run over the both of you for a moment as he held you against his chest and left kisses over your neck. After a moment he turned you around to face him and he wiped the streaked mascara from your cheeks and under your eyes and brushed your wet hair from your face. You couldn’t help but notice how his eyes lingered on you, taking in your face and your body like you were unfamiliar to him, his large hands not leaving your skin for long if at all. 

“We can’t see each other anymore.” 

The words he spoke were gentle in tone but felt like they were physically stabbed right through your lungs. Your eyebrows furrowed a moment as you stared at him and his downcast gaze, your hands resting haphazardly against his chest. 

“What?” you breathed out. 

George sighed and reached behind you to turn off the shower and he grabbed a towel from the rack to wrap around your shoulders before he explained himself, “I just…don’t think that this is fair to anyone anymore.” 

“It was never fair to anyone...George...what-” you took a moment to try and gather your thoughts, “What is making you say this? Does she know about us?”

“No. No, she doesn’t.”

“Then what?” you shivered slightly under his hazy gaze and the water that was drying over your bare skin. He didn’t answer for a moment so you added a, “Huh?”

“Baby,” George sighed, reaching to rub the towel over your arms to warm you up.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me.” you spoke softly, voice quivering, as you stepped out of the shower and onto the bathmat over the floor. 

George followed and you glanced at his reflection through the mirror as you dried yourself off and gave a few extra swipes between your legs, mopping up the warm cum that was still slowly dripping out of you. George trailed his hand down your spine as he grabbed a second towel for himself, “I really like being with you.”

You didn’t answer him, simply dried yourself off beside him in silence. 

“I just…we can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep this a secret any longer…not with Alex and Lando and whoever else knowing now…and we’re getting far too risky…” 

You wrapped the towel around your body and faced him with a flat expression, “So what the fuck is this? This hotel room? Fucking me raw in the shower?”

“I wanted to make our last night special.” George shrugged, tracing your collarbones with his hand. The hand that was missing the bracelet. “Because I know you have feelings for-“

“Stop. Don’t.” you cut him off. “Don’t say that shit.” 

George stayed quiet for a moment. 

So did you. 

“Let me give you one night.” he finally whispered. “One night where I’m yours. Only yours. I don’t want to end like this…in an argument…we deserve better after these last few months.” 

You just stared to the side, trying to keep the tears from spilling; not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was breaking your heart. 

George’s hand slid up the side of your neck and took your chin in his grasp to turn you to face him. “Look at me.” he spoke gently. 

You slowly raised your eyes to his. He was standing so closely you could almost feel his warm breath on your cheek and his lashes brushed over your cheek. His lips ghosted yours and you habitually let yours linger on his in a feather soft hesitant kiss. The hotel room was silent as his lips shifted smoother onto yours, capturing them in an ever so gentle kiss that made butterflies flutter in your stomach. George’s hand on your chin guided you through another faint kiss as if testing the waters and you couldn’t help but give into him. You always gave into him. 

Your hands slid up his bare chest and around his shoulders, welcoming his slow passionate kisses as his tongue found its way into your mouth. George moved slowly, grabbing the towel that was wrapped around you and pulled it from your body and onto the floor. With his hands on your bare skin, the fire of his touch was back in full force and you couldn’t help but shuffle closer to him. 

George nipped teasingly at your bottom lip between kisses as his large hands slid down your back and to your ass and finally to your thighs. He crouched down just enough to lift you right up off the ground and into his arms all without breaking your deep kisses. Your legs wrapped around his waist with ease, tangling your fingers in the back of his hair to keep his lips on yours, and he carried you out of the bathroom and over to the king size bed. 

Freshly showered and skin still pink from the hot water and the warm up you had, George knelt up on the end of the bed and then leaned forward to gently lay you down on the mattress, following right after you to keep his lips on yours. His hands shuffled under the back of your head and he fanned out your damp hair over the pillows as his lips moved down your neck. His touch alone was electrifying and he cradled the back of your neck as his lips left open mouthed kisses over your warm skin. His hands followed his lips, trailing down your shoulders and collarbones and down to your chest, kissing and groping and licking at your flesh until your breathing was starting to fall heavy. 

“Your tits look so fucking pretty tonight, baby.” George breathed, nearly nuzzling himself between them as his hands worked them gently. Your soft gasp when his thumb grazed your nipple had him smirking and he sucked over one and then the other, teasing them with his teeth until they were nice and hard and your hand was finding its way into his damp hair. “God, you’re gorgeous.” 

You sighed shakily as he continued down your body, kissing wetly down to your bellybutton and over your hips, slowing tauntingly as his hands spread your legs for him. You watched him carefully as he situated himself between your legs and linked his arms under your thighs, letting a thick string of drool fall from his lips and onto your folds. George’s tongue followed it, brushing ever so gently over your body but still made you flinch and grab his hair. 

He pulled back, soaking up how you looked spread for him, pussy still wet from his prior attack on your body and the faint signs of bruising over your hips had him biting back a smirk. He trailed a finger down over your folds, watching your wetness cling to his finger and he spread you open to see the traces of white left behind inside you and slowly dripping out still. George groaned lowly and kept you spread between two fingers so he could slip his tongue inside you teasingly. You gasped lightly but he pulled back just as quickly, kissing over your cunt until you were starting to grind up against his face, desperate for his touch. 

Whimpering quietly, you kept one hand tangled in his hair and rolled your hips against his face and he just opened up wider for you, giving you sloppy open mouthed kisses with just enough tongue to have you quivering with desire. 

“Please, sir.” you whimpered ever so quietly, staring down at him with a pretty pout that made him shutter. 

He hummed, sliding his tongue up between your legs before pushing it inside you slowly. 

“Yeah.” you breathed out, letting your body focus on him and nothing but the pleasure he so easily could give you. 

George fucked you slowly with his tongue, lapping up your arousal and his own cum that was still left over from your hookup in the shower. He did so without hesitation, moaning softly against your skin as he nuzzled his face deeper between your thighs and ate you out like heaven. He worked slowly, licking and slurping and savouring each and every part of you until your head was falling back against the pillows with bliss. 

The hotel room was perfectly silent, almost eerily silent, except for the faint sound of traffic outside behind your heavy breaths and his wet tongue. George kept his eyes on you, keeping your lips spread so his tongue could have easy access and he dragged it up and down your folds slowly and then faster and faster to make you squirm. 

“Sir-“ you shuttered, grinding up against his face some more. “Please-“

His hands kept you in place by your thigh and your lower stomach, holding you down on the mattress as he had you as he pleased. Usually your hookups were rushed and quiet and often mostly about him - your purpose after all was to give him the sexual pleasure she couldn’t - but this time, he took his time with you, reaching every single nerve in your body without even touching your clit yet. You felt on fire, breathless, blissful, and hungry for more of him. You couldn’t think about the fact that this was your last time when he could so easily melt you down with a flick of his tongue. 

George’s large hands moved to your thighs and pushed you open wider, feet flat on the bed and legs parted nice and far to keep you spread wide for him. 

“Look at this gorgeous fucking pussy.” George breathed, leaving taunting kisses over your inner thighs before brushing his nose ever so gently against your cunt. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. Who did this to you?”

“Always you, sir.” you whispered, massaging your one hand through his damp hair. 

He chuckled against you, the vibrations felt right up against your body and you inhaled sharply, especially as he finally dragged his tongue over your clit. You whimpered loudly, scrunching your eyes closed. 

“Good girl. Feel it.” 

His tongue dragged in slow stripes over your clit, just enough to make you squirm, rutting up against his face again. Your whimpers turned him on like you wouldn’t believe and he groaned against you as his tongue lapped at your wetness and he shook his head deeper to make a mess of it all. 

“Oh God-“ you breathed to the ceiling. 

His right hand slid up your body, right between your breasts, and finally to your mouth and he pushed two fingers past your lips. You sucked on them gladly as his tongue worked between your legs in slow gentle motions that made you drip. 

“Say my name.” George ordered, his voice deep against your wet flesh. 

“Sir-“

“No, baby. Say my name.”

Butterflies filled your body as his fingers pulled from your mouth with perfect wet suction and you let your lips bless the name you craved, “George.”

“That’s it.”

He was breaking all the rules. 

“Want you to moan my name tonight, baby.”

He was breaking the rules that he put in place. The rules that kept that strong divider between your physical relationship from being anywhere near romantic. 

George slid his wet fingers down your folds and pushed one inside you, groaning as he watched your head fall back against the bed and your chest rose with a shaky inhale. 

“That’s my girl.” he praised, fucking you slowly with his middle finger as his tongue teased your clit. “Just feel it.”

You hummed softly, one hand still gripping his hair as your other reached behind you to fist the pillow. You let your eyes close, forcing yourself to feel it; each of his slow pumps of his finger and the sensations of his tongue edging you on. He added a second finger, making you gasp shakily and you bit down on your bottom lip through it. 

“You don’t need to be quiet, sweetheart.” he whispered. “I want to hear you.”

He curled his fingers up, grazing your g-spot with ease, and you whimpered out his name, “Oh...George-”

“Good girl.” he praised, eyes staring up at you as he found a steady pace, flicking his fingers faster deep inside you as he tongued at your clit. 

“Oh my God.” you whined, squirming under his control. 

George’s free hand held you down by your hip, massaging over your flesh as he worked you closer, keeping his consistent pace even when your legs started to tremble. It wasn’t taking him long to get you there between the skill he housed and the fact that he had already had you once that night.

“George.” you whimpered. “George. George. George- fuck-”

He couldn’t get enough of the sound of his name when it was moaned by you, falling from your parted lips like heaven. There was nothing you wanted more than him...then to have him...to moan his name to the ceiling for the rest of time. It was overwhelming - he was overwhelming - and you pulled at his damp hair as you felt your stomach tighten, squealing quietly through the hotel room as he worked you right up to orgasm. 

But then he stopped. And pulled his fingers out. And left you pulsing with need to finish. 

You could only whimper out a “No” as he sat back from you.

George shushed you sweetly, pushing your legs back against your chest as he shuffled closer on his knees, “I got you. I’ll let you cum, baby. Just need to fuck you first.” 

He leaned over you and you let your legs link over his arms, staring at his pretty face as he licked three fingers and slid them down your body. He slicked them up your dripping cunt, smearing your arousal and his spit some more before guiding the tip of his dick between your lips. 

“Shit, I can feel your fucking heartbeat, baby girl.” George chuckled slowly, sliding the shaft of his dick up between your folds to slick himself up. 

You held onto his biceps, staring wide-eyed up at his face with your lip in anticipation between your teeth as he teased you with gentle touches. He was so hard and it only made you wetter by the second, breathing out a pleading, “Please” just before he gave you what you wanted and slowly slipped inside you. 

His dark eyes stared down at you as your mouth fell open in time with him and he stretched you out so nicely it always felt like your first time. Your nails dug lightly into his biceps and he set his hands on either side of your head as he bottomed out with a small groan. With how folded in half you were, he had to push down into you almost, situating himself on top of you until he was flush up against you and so deep you swore you could feel him in every nerve in your body. You shuttered. 

“Good?” he asked quietly. 

You nodded. 

George leaned down to kiss you, sharing soft closed mouthed kisses as he got started; pulling back and pushing into you in lazy thrusts. You hummed shakily, already having been so close that this was only bringing your orgasm closer. His eyes were locked on yours, his large hands gripping the sheets on either side of you as he found a good pace, giving you quick curling thrusts nice and deep. 

“G-George-” you moaned shakily, his name just tumbling from your lips without thought, eyes staring right up into his. 

“That’s my girl.” he praised softly. “I want you to feel it.”

You whimpered softly, moving your hands from his arms to the backs of your thighs to hold your legs back farther, eyes finding the limited space between you to watch him thrust into you. You couldn’t hold back the habitual moan that the sight forced from your chest, listening to how wet you were as he fucked into you with filthy sounds of his thighs against your skin. George leaned down closer, biting at your bottom lip messily behind your shared heavy breathing and his passionate thrusts and you opened up to let your lips lock with his in sloppy kisses. 

Your nails dragged over his hips, trying to follow his motions to savour it if at all, moaning and whining into his mouth. George broke your kiss as he grabbed your left leg and pushed it out, spreading you wider with his fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh and he picked up speed, fucking into you quicker to make you shriek. 

“Geo-rge- fuck!” you gasped shakily, tossing your head back against the bed.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl.” George praised lowly, really pulling back to shove into you strongly again and again as he pulled your right leg up to his shoulder.

He used the spring of the mattress to his advantage, shoving you down by your thigh just enough for you to be pushed back into each quick thrust. You were falling breathless, gasping and moaning under him as your fingers twisted in the sheets above your head. 

“Oh my God, oh my God!” 

“Watch.” George ordered breathlessly, grabbing a handful of your damp hair to raise your head up and you stared down your body as he fucked you into the white sheets. 

“Baby.” you whimpered, toes curling in the air as he had you as he wanted you. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah?” His hand moved from your hair to your throat, squeezing his fingers around it until you were whimpering and your eyes were nearly rolling back. 

“George-” you cried shakily, clawing at his shoulders to try and cling onto him, feeling your whole body tingling with pleasure. “Holy...fuck…”

“That’s it. That’s my good girl.” he praised tauntingly. 

You couldn’t help but let your mind whirl at his words. He had never been soft and possessive with you. His girl? You could have melted. It was easy to get caught up in it, his warm hands and pretty face and eyes that seemed to look at you like you were everything he ever wanted. But maybe that was just the bliss that coursed through his veins with him balls deep inside you until all you could think about was him. All you could ever think about was him. 

He made you cum in seconds. He knew your body too well, even if you were only together for his physical gain. His hand around your throat squeezed you just enough for your cheeks to redden and his fingers pressed bruises into your thighs as he held your shuttering body down against the bed. 

You knew perfectly well he liked it loud and honestly you couldn’t help it anyway as your head tossed back against the bed and you cried and moaned his name to the ceiling until it nearly echoed off the walls. You knew better than to leave marks on him so you could only tug at his messy brown hair still damp from the shower, hearing him groan intoxicatingly above you as your body pulsed and squeezed around him. 

The moment you managed to barely take a breath, he was pulling out of you and grabbing your arm to flip you over onto your stomach. 

“George-”

He slapped your ass hard and then shoved back inside you. 

The action had you groaning loudly, clutching the sheets in your fists, “George-”

“Take it.” he ordered. “I know you can take more.”

He leaned right down over you with his forearms on either side of your body and started bucking into you quickly, forcing a shaky groan from your throat as your eyes fluttered shut. He was breathing hard against your ear, panting and grunting softly as the bed creaked underneath him with how rough he was taking it. Flat down against the bed, your eyes were nearly rolling back, fisting the sheets in your hands as your sensitive body welcomed him all. 

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” George growled against your ear. 

“Uh huh.” you nodded quickly as his fingers found their way into your mouth. 

“Yeah, you’re fucking mine.” George licked up your neck, shooting shivers down your spine and he sunk his teeth down into your flesh where your neck met your shoulder. 

He kept his fingers in your mouth, his other hand gripping tightly to the sheets beside you, smothering his moans into your neck, as he fucked you harder until you were crying out. You felt completely on fire, tugging at the sheets and drooling around his two fingers in your mouth as his body made perfect filthy music with yours. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby, I’m gonna fucking cum.” George breathed against your ear. 

“Please.” you whined. 

“You want it?” George chuckled darkly, pulling his fingers from your mouth to grab a fistful of your hair and yanked on it just enough to make you shriek, “Where do you want it?” 

“I-Inside me.” you begged. “Cum inside me...one last time, George. Please.” 

George’s jaw clenched and he groaned against your cheek, fucking into you rougher until the headboard was nearly hitting the wall. 

“Oh my God!” you squealed, yanking at the sheets as you felt your third high of the night approaching. “Don’t stop, don’t stop! Please, please, please-“

“Jesus Christ, baby.” George hissed, “Almost there. Shit.”

He slid his hand around the front of your neck, pulling your chest off the bed to find your lips with his as he finished you both off. You tried to focus, tried to engrain the feeling of his hands on you and his breath against your skin and his deep moans against your ear; tried to remember how he made you feel lightheaded when you came, how he felt around your clenching muscles as he twitched and came inside you, how it felt to be finished and filled by him until he was sighing shakily into your neck. 

There was a momentary silence. The hotel room was perfectly silent except for your heavy breathing. 

George dusted a kiss over your neck and moved his hand from your throat and carefully pulled out of you. He helped you onto your back, making sure your hair was brushed off your face, and he stared at you for a moment. You stared back. Memorizing. Trying to remember the feelings that were already starting to fade with the pleasure. 

He shifted off of you and onto the bed beside you, moving enough to untuck the sheets and pull them up around both of your naked and flushed bodies. You rolled onto your side to face the window and he shuffled up behind you, draping a heavy arm around your waist. 

Silence. 

Your heart was racing in your chest as you stared blankly out the window across the room, the moon still low over the horizon but it was bright behind the buildings of Menton. You could see it clearly in the sky and you focused on it to try and ignore the ache in your heart. George’s hand was pressed to your stomach to hold you close and you blinked away the tears forming in your eyes as you set your hand over his. 

His lips brushed over your shoulder and left soft kisses in their wake. It was almost serene. Almost like it was where you were meant to be; in his arms. He was already in your heart. 

The reality of your situation felt like a never ending weight on your chest, crushing and suffocating, and there was nothing you could do about it. 

George held you for an hour.

It wasn’t often that you stayed together after you hooked up - after all, you were only ever there for the sex - but the way he lingered made your heart hurt worse. Part of you wished he would just go. His thumb rubbed gentle patterns back and forth over your stomach and his breath felt warm against your back right between your shoulder blades. You wanted to cry. You wanted him to leave already so you could cry. 

“George.”

Your voice was wavering. 

He shifted slightly behind you so he could lean up on his arm to look at you. He could see the tears in your eyes despite how you tried to look as nonchalant as possible. 

“What is it?” he asked softly, raising his hand from your waist to brush over your cheek. 

You took all your courage to make your final request, your final attempt, “Break up with her.”

George sighed softly, “I can’t.” 

You kept your stare straight out the window, “Why?”

“I love her.” he said without a thought. 

You bit your lip. George rested his hand on your shoulder and kissed your bare skin. 

“Do you not love me?” you asked, your quiet voice trembling in fear of his response to the question you knew you had to ask. 

“I…” George thought now, trying to word his response, “I love you in a different way.”

You exhaled deeply. 

Silence. 

“I need to go.” George finally whispered. 

“Where?” you asked. 

“We just shouldn’t drag this out.” he replied. 

You didn’t reply. You knew where he was going to go anyway. Who he was going to see. You nodded. 

There was a pause. You could feel his eyes on you. 

After a moment, when it was obvious you weren’t going to say anything else, he shifted away from you and got out of bed. You heard him walk a few paces away and start to get dressed. You could see him in the dark reflection of the open window; his silhouette pulling his boxers on and then his jeans. You heard the zip of the zipper and the shuffle of the button being done up. Each quiet second, each muted sound of his clothing returning to his body made your heart ache. 

“I already paid for the room so you can stay here tonight if you want.” George said gently, “Order room service…anything you want…it’ll all go to my card.”

You didn’t want room service. You didn’t want a hotel room. You just wanted him. 

You could barely reply with an “Okay.” 

George stared at you as he buttoned up his shirt, eyebrows furrowed in slight concern as he stared at your curled up body under the white hotel sheets. You looked small in the king size bed. He spoke your name softly and when you made no move to answer, he walked around to the side of the bed, standing between you and the moon. He crouched down to look at you and you bit your lip under his stare. 

“Don’t cry, okay? Please.” he whispered, noticing the shimmer of your eyes. 

You pulled the sheets higher to hide your face from him when you couldn’t hold back a tear that seeped into the white fabric with ease. You held your breath. 

“Why can’t it be me?” you whimpered ever so softly. 

Part of you wished he didn’t hear your pathetic pleas but he did. George sighed and ran a tired and stressed hand over his face. 

“It just…it just won’t work. In another life maybe.” 

You whimpered, “Was I only ever a meaningless fuck to you?”

George’s silence was your answer and despite his hesitation to deny your statement, you couldn’t hold back your sob. 

George breathed your name and tried to reach for you, resting his hand against your hair to try and get you to look at him, to try and console you, to try and convince himself that he was doing the right thing. 

“Just go.” you said flatly behind the sheets. 

He paused. 

“George.” you said as strongly as you could possibly muster. “Please leave.”

The weight of his hand lifted from your shoulder and the shadow of his body that the moonlight cast over you faded with his footsteps. His car keys were lifted from the table. The door opened. The door shut. 

The very second silence fell and the reality of your loneliness pressed on your naked body, you burst into tears. He left you. He left you like it was easy. Like the last few months and all your nights together and whispered blissful words meant nothing to him. 

But what did you expect when you were the side piece anyway. You were never his first choice. And you never would be. 

When the sun rose, it woke you at daybreak. The curtains were still open so the room brightened as the horizon was pooling with light. You squinted in the brightness and rolled over in the frightfully empty king size bed. The sheets lingered ever so faintly with the smell of him. Your skin was bruised by his touches. Your mind was plagued by the sound of his praise through his moans. 

That’s my girl. 

You grabbed your phone to find no missed messages but a single notification. 

georgerussell63 posted a photo

You opened it.

You let Instagram load.

Your breath froze your lungs like ice.

It felt like a dagger had lodged itself right in your chest and you could feel each layer of skin and muscle tearing and aching around the blade. It was a picture of him with her…and sickening caption stating how much he adored her…how much he loved her…how much he was wholeheartedly dedicated and wanted to show her off to the world. 

He broke your heart to go public with her. 

It shouldn’t have hurt you when your entire situation was based on lies and adultery but it was true. You had fallen in love with him over the few short months you had in secrecy. You had fallen in love with him and the little grain of rice sized life that was growing inside you. 

You wanted to tell him that night. You wanted to tell him that you were pregnant and it was his and this was his way out. But why would you tell the man who didn’t love you that you carried your shared future inside your body? You couldn’t force him to love you. And you couldn’t force him to love a baby conceived from a relationship of deceit.  

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pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader, Ex!max Verstappen x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: forgot to really put much Charles content in this one but it’s coming trust me

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yourusername Love in LV ❤️

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user1 they’re so cute 😭

user2 god I’ve seen what you’ve done for others 🙏

maxverstappen ❤️

yourusername ❤️

user3 I’m feeling a y/n race win

user4 I ❤️ LV

user5 Red Bull 🔛🔝

redbullracing our favorite drivers! ❤️💙

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user6 I’m still mad about Red Bull not letting her pass max last weekend 🙄

user7 she could have like 6 more wins this season if Red Bull didn’t protect max the way they do

user8 and the way Christian refuses to praise her over him in interviews rubs me the wrong way…

user9 100% favoritism

user10 they want to be praised for signing a woman and being inclusive but refuse to actually treat her the way they’d treat a male driver

user11 they treat her like a diversity signing because they think max is good enough to do everything for her when she’s literally top five on the grid 😭

user12 slay

landonorris ew

yourusername lonely

user13 she doesn’t deserve her seat

charles_leclerc 😁

yourusername 😁

user14 ready for another red bull win 🙃

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where u at

I want to go get dinner

yourusername

Ive just woke up like 15 mins ago

u wanna go nobu at Caesars?

I'm over near there rn with a couple people

logansargeant

yea lets do it

What time

yourusername

6 work?

logansargeant

yeah

let's gooooo

yourusername

I'm eating and then going back to sleep at the paddock, I'll drive u over if u want

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who took this lmao

I assume it wasn't max

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fucking Logan lmao

charles_leclerc

Americans sticking together then? 😂

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Think he appreciated me giving him a tow at the start lmao

charles_leclerc

I appreciated it too 😅

yourusername

Your welcome haha 😂

Could've sworn I was towing max tho 🧐

charles_leclerc

lol

Ik how they get about you though

If anyone asks, you didn't mean to help me 🫡

yourusername

you get it lol

you going to the afterparty???

charles_leclerc

idk if I'm invited 🧐

it is your party anyway

yourusername

you're always invited

see you there Charlie

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yes ma'am 🫡

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the kiss: a companion chapter to the starstruck series

BEGGING for a charles leclerc x reader smau based on “some one like you” please 🙏🏼 where he’s married to someone else after reader and him broke up .. you can make it however you want:)

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PARINGS: charles leclerc x ex gf!reader

TYPE: social media au

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: dreams do come true, i love you, my love 💘

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user: OMG OMG

user: “dreams do come true” 😭

user: he’s officially married, guys

carlossainz55: congratulations, mate 🍾

user: YN LIKED OMG 😭😭

pierregasly: congrats, bro! wishing you the best ❤️

user: congratulations 🥰

user: *liked by yourusername* 😢

↳ user: my heart SHATTERED, OMGGGG 💔

user: i just want to know how yn feels

user: can ya’ll move on from charles and yn?!?

user: CONGRATS, CHARLES!! ❤️

user: yn 😭😭

joris__trouche: ❤️❤️❤️

user: he finally got what he wanted, omg 🥺

user: congratulations 🥳

user: i was doing fine until i saw that yn liked this post

user: im happy for him!!

landonorris: congrats, mate

user: HE’S OFFICIALLY MARRIED YA’LL 😩😩

user: idk why i was waiting to see a comment by yn

sebastianvettel: wishing you a lifetime of love and happiness

↳ charles_leclerc: thank you, sebs! 😊

lance_stroll: congratulations!

user: can’t believe so much time has passed since yn:(

user: i know all the drivers were invited but i NEED pictures

user: guess i won’t be mrs leclerc anytime soon 😩

danielricciardo: wishing you both lots of love ❤️

lewishamilton: congratulations

user: i wonder how yn must be feeling 🥺🥺

user: was hoping him and yn would get their happily ever after

user: i wonder if he calls his wife “mon cœur” or “mon ange”

↳ user: i doubt he calls his wife that considering those belong to yn but who knows

↳ user: maybe “my heart” but not “my angel” or idk

↳ user: ya’ll think she calls him “charlie” ?? the way yn did??

user: guess yn is never getting him back 😭

user: congratulations, charles! sending lots of love 💗

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yourusername: — la vie est belle <3

see translation: life is beautiful

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user: SHE’s HangING WITH KIKA 💗

user: babes, did you get the apartment you always wanted?!?

↳ user: wait— the one her and charles always wanted right?!?

↳ user: with the view, yes! it seems like it in the third post

pierregasly: hey! that’s MY girlfriend

↳ yourusername: OUR* get it right 🙄

francisca.cgomes: tú es belle 😘

see translation: you’re beautiful

user: “life is beautiful” LIES ik deep down you missing charles

user: i miss you and charles 😭😭😭😭

user: i really thought you charles would’ve been endgame 😭

user: charles is married but not to yn 😭😭😭

danielricciardo: oui

see translation: yes

leclerc_pascale: belle comme toujours 😍

see translation: beautiful as always

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↳ user: mama leclerc 😭

user: how do you feel about charles’ marriage??

user: crazy to think how charles is married while yn’s not

user: i really thought you and charles would’ve been endgame

user: charles’ got a whole wife, bro 😔😔 and it ain’t you

user: charles got his dream but yn???? 😭😭😭😭

user: she got her apartment with the eiffel tower view

↳ user: but without charles 😢😢

user: times flies fast … it feels like her and charles were still together:((

user: wonder if she congratulated charles

↳ user: she definitely didn’t 🤣 why would she??

user: charles was suppose to be her love forever 😭😭

↳ user: well as they say, “sometimes it last in love, but sometimes it hurts instead”

user: her and charles were supposed to live in france together

user: ya’ll seriously need to move on from those two, he’s a married man ….

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user: i just know yn feeling SICK right now

user: he got married, he’s gonna become a dad, now he just needs that ferrari championship (FERRARI GIVE IT TO HIM)

carlossainz55: you’re both going to make amazing parents! congratulations on your new baby!!! ❤️

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user: he’S GONNA BE A DAD 😭😭😭

user: we’re getting a mini leclerc 🥺

lewishamilton: congratulations 😊

↳ charles_leclerc: thanks, mate!

user: he’s achieving his dreams

↳ user: without yn 😭😭😭

user: ya’ll gotta stop with the whole charles/yn relationship, they BROKE UP! i don’t think his wife appreciates you all bringing yn up every chance you get

user: can’t wait!!!!!

sebastianvettel: congratulations on your new adventure

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leclerc_pascale: ❤️❤️❤️

user: we’re all happy for you, charles 😌💗

alex_albon: congrats!! 🥳

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user: i’d be crawling back into his life, if i were yn

lorenzotl: ❤️

user: he’s getting his mini leclerc 🥺🥺

maxverstappen1: favorite uncle max is gonna spoil her/him

↳ charles_leclerc: favorite uncle?!!?? absolutely not

joris__trouche: at your service 🫡

arthur_leclerc: ❤️❤️

user: he finally accomplished his dreams

user: this could’ve been yn’s life 😩😩

yourusername: congratulations, charlie!

↳ user: MOM, OMG 😭😭

↳ user: ik she’s lowkey crying about this

↳ user: “charlie”

↳ user: i want them back together, idc 😭😭😭😭

pierregasly: congrats ❤️

user: he’s living his dreams

user: yn 💔💔💔💔

user: mom’s comment 😢

user: i’d be feeling sick to my stomach, if i were yn

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yourusername: bonjour

see translation: hello

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user: LA LA LAND, OMG 😭😭😭 PAIN

pierregasly: yourbrother & toby >>> you

user: charles liked!!! OMG

user: she’s watching la la land!

user: i didn’t realize the 5th slide was @yourbrother

leclerc_pascale: ma belle fille 😘

see translation: my beautiful girl

↳ yourusername: je t’aime ❤️

↳ user: “my beautiful girl” i cant 😭😭😭

↳ user: pascale LOVES yn so much even after all these years

francisca.cgomes: 😍😍😍😍 my wife

lorenzotl: avez-vous oublié monaco? 😔

see translation: did you forget monaco?

↳ yourusername: jasmais ça

see translation: never that

↳ arthur_leclerc: 👍🏼

user: the way charles family still interacts with hers 😭😭

↳ user: i miss them 😔

user: third slide is lowkey for charles

↳ user: girl, MOVE ON! he’s married, get over them

user: ARE WE JUST GONNA IGNORE THAT CHARLES LIKED

user: i miss yncharles 💔💔💔💔

kellypiquet: 😍😍

danielricciardo: bonjour

yourbrother: mon chein est meilleur que toi

see translation: my dog is better than you

↳ yourusername: toby m’aime mieux que toi

see translation: toby likes me better than you

charles_leclerc: toby est tellement grand 🥺 @yourbrother

see translation: toby is so grown

user: missing mom and dad 😭😭

user: i know charles is married but i can’t help myself thinking about him and yn all the times:(

user: he commented

user: she’s the one that got away 😔

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skittles | peter parker

summary: peter likes to pick on your size.

warnings: ...short... shaming...? idk it's supposed to be an attempt at fluff

pairing: peter parker x short!fem!reader

word count: 0.67k+ words

peter parker loved you, no doubt, and he also happened to love making fun of you.

"ughhh, peter just give it to me!" you whined, reaching for the remote he held way up above you.

"what do we say when we want something?"

"give it to me or i'll snap your neck," you said, despite the fact the both of you knew it wasn't possible. but, hey, we're all for empty threats.

"mmm, close. but no."

"give!"

"being tall is so much fun."

"you've stooped down too far to be considered tall now."

"awww, wittle y/n is angwy!"

you gave him a warning stare, and he grinned in response. whining again, you tugged at his shirt. peter had the most smug look on his face, and you just wanted to slap it right off, "beg, shorty."

you gasped, "no! and i'm not that short! i'm- i'm... just below average."

"okay, okay. you're not short. you're," pete paused, thinking, before his eyes lit up, "you're fun-sized!"

"i'm sorry, what? how is that any better?!"

"aw, c'mon, that's adorable!"

"fun-sized!" you repeated, frowning. "how on any earth is that any better?"

"no, no, it's better! like- like... skittles!"

"...skittles? the candy?"

"well, yeah."

"the candy? did you just compare to to candy?"

"i guess. but, wait, if it's any consolation, you totally taste better."

"peter!"

"what?"

"give me the remoteeee. i wanna watch gilmore girls!"

"you've seen it a million times."

"boo-hoo. it's my turn."

he tsked, "okay. but you gotta get the remote first."

"peter, i swear i'll end your supply of kisses. for a lifetime."

the boy gasped, "you'd never, skittles."

"no. i don't like that name. i like 'angel'. call me that. not skittles."

"but it's so cute! and it fits!"

you simply glared at him. "so does angel!"

"meh. and it is," peter insisted.

"it most definitely is not."

"well, of course you don't like it. you're fun-sized."

"not. fun-sized. that's so much worse then being called half-pint! or oompa-loompa! actually, is it bad that i prefer pee-wee? or stumpy?"

"no, i think i like skittles."

"peteeeee. babyyyy."

"yes?" he asked, teasing.

"give me the damn remote," then after a second, "please?"

"hmmm-"

"you know what?" you said, tossing your hair over your shoulder, "no kisses."

"nah, you'd-"

"they've been revoked."

"but-"

"re-voked."

"ski-"

you snapped your head back at him, raising an eyebrow.

peter smirked, "skittles."

true to your word, you'd refused to kiss him the rest of that day and into the next. unfortunately for you, he was taking it great.

peter seemed to really like that nickname, but it didn't matter. you'd break him.

probably.

"skittles!"

you groaned loudly, muttering curses under your breath. from across the hall, you could see peter, a bright grin on his face. shoving things in your locker, you refused to give him any good attention.

who's skittles?

"not me," you muttered under your breath.

"hi," peter said, leaning in for a kiss, which you dodged. peter pouted, "still?"

"yes."

"oh, well. hey! i got you something!"

"ooh, really," you asked, breaking character.

he chuckled, "peace offering." peter tossed something at you, which you managed to catch. looking down at it, you groaned once again, glancing back up at his stupid face.

"seriously?" you asked.

it was a pack of fun-sized skittles.

"you likey?"

"no. me not likey." but since you were hungry, you tore the bag open. before you could get any, he grabbed some.

"hey! those are mine!"

peter plopped them in his mouth, "i gave them to you."

"exactly, so they're mine now!"

he opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue, "want them back?"

"ew, no!" you crossed your arms, "i'm telling may."

"oh, yeah? what'll she do?"

"ummm.... ground you."

"she can't ground me. i'm spider-man."

you smirked, eating an orange skittle. "remind me again, does she know that?"

"no- hey!"

"that's right." you stood in triumph, closing your eyes briefly. in that moment, catching you off-guard, he kissed you. forgetting momentarily of what you said you wouldn't do, you kissed him back, smiling lightly.

pete smiled, "tastes like skittles."

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Loki x FReader

Set after the events of Thor: Ragnarok and begins with Infinity War when the spaceship containing Thor and the other Asgardians were spared from the supposed attack of Thanos. Meaning, Loki is alive. But the threat still looms.

When you realized that your existence is in great trouble, you do your best to find a way to get back to where you were previously encapsulated as a time criminal. After all, they're the reason why you're fucked. But, seems like you'll be needing the Avengers' help first. And Loki's.

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Deities and their Tarot Cards (Long Post)

I’ve heard of Pagans being contacted by their gods via certain Tarot Cards, so I wanted to do a deep dive and outline which Cards are associated with which Gods. Hopefully this can help you tell which God is reaching out to you :)

Major Arcana

The Fool: Pan, Zeus, Dionysus, Loki, Hermes

The Magician: Hermes, Thoth, Odin,

The High Priestess: Hekate, Selene, Isis, Artemis, Freya, Ganesha, Tsukiyomi

The Empress: Aphrodite, Hera, Freya, Frigg, Isis, Hathor, Durga, Astarte, Demeter, Ishtar The Emperor: Zeus, Lugh, Odin, Horus, Ares, Osiris, Ra

The Hierophant: Osiris, Athena, Thoth, Seshat, Ogma, Horus, Apollo, Hermes, Odin, Brigid, Saraswati, Ganesha

The Lovers: Aengus Og, Aphrodite, Frigg, Rhea, Gaia, Demeter, Inanna, Ishtar, Parvati, Hathor, Isis, Brigid, Freya, Osiris, Cernunnos, Freyr, Dionysus, Pan The Chariot: Thor, The Morrigan, Nike, Athena, Astarte, Inanna, Ishtar, Anat, Freya, Bast, Durga, Odin, Horus, Sobek, Ares, Apollo, Set, Bellona

Justice: Lugh, Aengus Og, The Morrigan, Nemesis, Inanna, Themis, Ma’at, Nike, Athena, Zeus, Forseti

Strength: Thor, Hestia, Athena, Sekhmet, Bast, Macha, Brigid, Danu, Isis, The Virgin Mary, Bast, Sekhmet, The Dagda, Lugh

The Hermit: Odin, Isis, Hestia, Persephone, Hades, Hekate, Cerridwen, Brigid, The Muses, Saraswati, Hermes, Ogma, Odin

Wheel of Fortune: Zeus, Hathor, Isis, The Dagda, The Moirai, Maat, Arianhrod

The Hanged Man: Odin, Artemis, Osiris, Persephone, Inanna, Ishtar, Buddha, Jesus

Death: Persephone, Inanna, Ereshkigal, Isis, Nephtys, Izanami, Hel, Freya, Hades, Seth, Anubis, Osiris, Manannan Mac Lir, Odin, Thanatos, The Morrigan, Morana

Temperance: Artemis, Isis, Nepthys, Iris, Ma’at, Hebe, Apollo, Vishnu

The Devil: Dionysus, Pan, Set, Lilith, The Morrigan, Banshees, Baba Yaga, Lucifer, Baphomet, Satan, Veles, The Horned God

The Tower: Kali, Ares, Pele, Sekhmet, Hel, The Morrigan, Sedna, Anat, Ceres, Chernobog, Shiva

The Star: Aphrodite, Thoth, Hermes, Ishtar, Astrea, Isis, Arianhrod, The Virgin Mary, Inanna, Nuit, Isis, Nodens, Zorya

The Moon: Artemis, Hekate, Rhiannon, Cerridwen, Selene, Isis, Phoebe, Mani, Thoth, Arianhrod, Tsukiyomi, Chang-e

The Sun: Lugh, Apollo, Kupala, Helios, Brigid, Sol, Artemis, Athena, Aine, Bast, Sekhmet, Freyr, Horus, Aten, Ra, Agni

Judgement: Persephone, Ma’at, Osiris, Hephaestus, Isis, Kuan Yin, Horus, Hades

The World: Aengus Og, Demeter, The Dagda, Isis, Gaia, Cernunnos, Green Man

The Suits

Suit of Swords: The Morrigan, Freya, Hades, Odin, Athena, Hel

Suit of Wands: Lugh, Hephaestus, Ares, Bellona, Pele, Aine, Brigid, Apollo

Suit of Pentacles: Gaia, Demeter, Macha, Freyr

Suit of Cups: Poseidon, Aphrodite, Isis, Boann, Hera, Hathor

Kings

King of Pentacles: The Horned God, Freyr, Pan, Cernunnos, The Dagda

King of Cups: Lugh, Poseidon, Manannan Mac Lir, Njord, Apollo

King of Swords: Odin, Tyr, Zeus, Hermes, Horus

King of Wands: Ares, The Dagda, Zeus, Apollo

Queens

Queen of Pentacles: Hekate, Gaia, Eostre, Aine, Artemis, Ceres, Demeter

Queen of Cups: Aphrodite, Venus, Hera

Queen of Swords: The Morrigan, Freya, Athena, Themis

Queen of Wands: Brigid, Hestia, Bellona, Aine

Knights

Knight of Pentacles: Athena, Athena, Macha, Persephone, Lugh, Artemis, Demeter, Ceres

Knight of Cups: Aphrodite, Boann, Isis, Hathor

Knight of Swords: Badb, The Morrigan, Athena, Hermes, Nemain

Knight of Wands: Apollo, Brigid, Bellona, Lugh

Pages

Page of Pentacles: Athena, Apollo, Lugh, Pan, The Muses, Hathor

Page of Cups: Aphrodite, Lada

Page of Swords: The Morrigan, Freya, Odin, Athena, Nike, Bellona

Page of Wands: Artemis, Apollo, Brigid, Athena

Casual ways to connect with your deities

-Pray to them or just just talk with them and tell them about your day

-Light a candle and say your thanks

-Offer your meal/snack to them or bake/cook with them or for them

-Watch a movie in their honor

-Offer your morning drink to them or make a cup for them

-Assign them a plant and take care of it as a devotion to them

-Listen to music that reminds you of them

-Say good morning/good night

-Thank them for the things you see that you consider beautiful

Apollo Offerings

"Apollon (Apollo) is the Olympian God of prophecy and oracles, music, song and poetry, archery, healing, plague and disease, and the protection of the young."

Large Altars:

Sun water

Wine diluted with pure water

Milk

Olive oil

Herbal teas

Honey and honey cakes

Orange or lemon pastries

Lamb or goat meat

Fruits

Cheeses

Wheat

Breads

Golden objects such as gold bowls, gold wine cups, flakes of gold, etc.

Bows and arrows, real, toys, or art

Images or art of the sun

All musical instruments, especially stringed instruments

Wolf and/or dolphin imagery

Any images of birds, especially crows and swans

Yellow, gold, and white candles

Incense such as frankincense or myrrh

Small/Hidden Altars:

Chocolates with orange or lemon flavors

Laurel wreaths

Gems such as amber, sunstone, and yellow sapphires

Laurel tree branches or leaves

Lily of the valley

Sunflowers

Aloe vera

Anise

Bandaids

Poetry you've written

Music you've written

Art you've drawn

Photos you've taken

Concert tickets

Golden jewelry or jewelry of the sun or arrows

LGBT+ flags

Divination items (tarot cards, pendulums, etc.)

Wolf and/or dolphin art, toys, or photos

All bird feathers, but especially swan and crow feathers

Devotional Acts:

Donate to medical charities

Support up-and-coming/indie artists and musicians

Sing to Him

Play musical instruments for Him

Hold dance parties

Make a playlist for Him and listen to it daily

Read poetry to Him

Take care of your mental health and remember to take your medicine, if you have any

Try archery

Try different types of divination

Try and wake up early and watch the sun rise

Go for a walk and feel the warmth from the sun

Let more sunlight into your home/room

Learn a musical instrument or how to sing

Learn simple medical care, like CPR

Learn about His history, His mother's history, and His sister's history

Learn about His lovers

Attend pride

Support LGBT+ rights

Wear yellow or orange clothing

Honor Leto and Artemis

Pray to Him and speak to Him often, things to consider praying for are guidance, healing/good health, inspiration, a prophecy or truth

Sources:

Official artwork from Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson

https://www.theoi.com/Olympios/Apollon.html

https://vocal.media/futurism/ways-of-worship-apollo

https://occult-world.com/apollo/

Starcrossed lovers (Reader x Peter Parker) NWH

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Summary: You & Peter were in love till he lost you. Pulled through a portal he did not expected to meet you again on a different earth. When the battle against Green Goblin in upon them has Peter a chance to forgive himself but at what cost?

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you Y/n.” – Peter breathed out. Some electricity flickered dangerously above his head. You gasped loud looking up to him. Feet dangling in the air as his hand in yours was the only thing holding you in place. – “Peter…” – you said anxiously. The broken insides of the construction site clear. In the midst of the building you were hanging. Your life literally in Peter’s hand.

He himself hung stuck on a support bar made of metal with only his web. You gasped again hearing a construction site tremble. Feeling as if the place was coming down any second. You looked down at the gaping hole ready to swallow you hole. – “Don’t… don’t look down Y/n.” – Peter said with a clenched expression.

He felt his hand sweat underneath his suit, hoping it wouldn’t lose his grip on you. The construction site shook again, trembling and breathing as it disturbed the peace. Peter and you bounced a bit trying to stay steady. – “Peter!” – you called out wanting him to look at you. Peter was panting, holding onto you with every might. He looked down at you seeing the fear in your eyes. Yet there was also something else hiding in your eyes. Acceptance? Peter felt his hand slip in yours, making him groan loud. It made your feet dangle more knowing he couldn’t hold you any longer

You knew as good as anyone that Peter couldn’t save the both of you. It was him or you. It was an easy choice to make. The world needed spiderman, but the world didn’t need Y/n Y/l/n. It was an easy choice. You or him. You slowly closed your eyes, squeezing them gently shut as a single tear rolled down your cheek. Peter groaned again as he felt his grip falter on you. – “I’ll… I’ll figure something out Y/n.” – Peter said looking around to see how he was going to get out of here.

“I have to!” – Peter shouted at himself as you slowly opened your eyes once more. – “Peter I love you.” – you said making him look down at you. His eyes widened finally seeing the meaning in your eyes. You opened your hand, letting it lean back so his grip faltered.

Your hand slipped out of his as you descended into the abyss. – “No!” – Peter shouted releasing his web. You were falling. Peter diving after you, reaching his hand out to you. A web shot out aiming at you in the hopes of catching you. Your eyes were glossy from the held in tears. The wind catching you like hands trying to ease your fall. Peter’s web reached and attached itself to your stomach. He called it out trying to lift you up but the ground was reaching faster. Faster then he could’ve pulled you up. Your back smacked against the hard floor, bouncing off. It was fast. Quicker than falling asleep. Red crimes blood staining the hard floor. Peter landed beside you, picking you up carefully. For his pain could never be healed.

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“Just think of Peter!” – you called out slightly annoyed. – “Okay, okay.” – Ned replied jumpy as you were making him nervous. – “Just hold on.” – he added moving away from you. MJ sighed loud with a shake of her head. – “I need to concentrate for this.” – he told you. – “Then concentrate.” – you answered bitsy. MJ got up grabbing you by the shoulders. – “Give him some space.” – she said pulling you backwards away from Ned. You surrendered holding your hands up. – “I’ll won’t say a thing.” – you told her as MJ sat you down. – “Here have a cookie.” – she slid the tiny plate with cookies closer to you.

Cookies Ned’s grandma had made. You didn’t want to accept one as MJ took one and forced it into your hand. With one stern glance of her, she forced you to remain silent and eat it. Ned wiggled his shoulders to prepare himself like a boxer would before entering the ring. He moved his fingers in front of him, closing his eyes. – “Think of Peter Parker. Think of Peter Parker.” – he mumbled to himself. Slowly little orange flickers appeared in the midst of his grandma’s living room. MJ’s eyes widened as the orange sparks increased. Tumbling in a spiralling way as they grew wider.

Creating an opening. Your eyes widened as well making you drop your cookie out of shock. The portal opened more as you could look into an alleyway. A figure unclear. – “Peter! Hey Peter!” – Ned called out. The figure turned around pointing confused at himself. – “Peter come’ on!” – Ned urged not knowing how long he could open this portal. The figure approached jumping through the portal. – “It worked.” – MJ said looking at spiderman. The spiderman looked from Ned to MJ, then his eyes fell on you. It made him take off his mask, hoping his eyes weren’t deceiving him.

Ned and MJ gasped loud. – “Who are you?” – Ned asked loud. It drew spiderman’s attention away from you. – “I’m Peter.” – he said friendly. – “No, we are looking for Peter… Peter Parker.” – MJ stated looking suspiciously at him. – “My name is Peter Parker.” – his gaze going back to you. MJ furrowed her brows looking back at you confused. – “No, our Peter is spiderman.” – Ned addressed. – “I am spiderman.” – Peter replied looking briefly at Ned. MJ grabbed a bagel throwing at Peter.

Peter furrowed his brows, moving his hands away, gesturing why. – “I wanted to test your spider tingle.” – she told him. – “I have the spider tingle just not for bread.” – he told her. You snorted loud finding it very funny. Hearing you laugh made Peter’s face light up. – “We summoned the wrong Peter.” – Ned said out loud making you get up. You brushed past MJ and Ned coming over to Peter.

You started circling around Peter taking a close look at him. When you came to the front and your eyes met, you smiled sheepishly. – “Hi.” – you said softly. – “Hi…” – Peter replied with a saddened smile. You lifted his arm up, going underneath it as you examined his suit. Went around his back to the side, taking his other arm. You faced his palm up checking his spider webs.

You pressed on it accidently gluing your fingers to his device. You chuckled sheepishly. – “Sorry.” – you spoke. Peter smiled till his smile faltered having been brought back to a memory. He remembered when you had done the exact same thing once. He pulled the web of your fingers, freeing you. – “He seems real enough to me.” – you told MJ and Ned. Peter who had put his mask between his teeth, raised his arms in a way of telling MJ and Ned he was telling the truth. He pulled his mask out of his mouth with a smile. MJ still had her suspicion on him. – “Don’t mind MJ, she is a bit untrusting towards people.” – you told Peter.

“That’s okay.” – Peter answered almost saying your name. It almost blurted out so naturally he had missed saying it. Ned took a deep breath. – “Alright attempt number two.” – he prepared himself again for another go. Peter stepped aside joining your side. He watched Ned swirl his hand in a circle to open another portal. – “I’m Y/n.” – you told him making him look back at you. – “I know…” – he whispered saddened. You quirked up your eyebrow. Peter kept staring at you, unable to grasp that you were standing here beside him.

If he could, he would’ve grabbed you and kissed you like his life depended on it. It hurt, hurt being so vividly reminded of the loss of you in his world. It felt like a blessing that he got to speak to you again, yet it felt bittersweet knowing you were from somewhere else. A different earth. – “So uhm…” – Peter began half watching Ned’s attempts to open another portal. – “Peter… your Peter are you… his…” – Peter felt ridiculous and silly for even asking it.

He just wanted to know if his alternative Peter was yours. You picked up on it, laughing loud. – “Oh no, I’m just a friend. MJ is Peter’s girlfriend.” – you nudged with your head at MJ. – “Okay…” – he whispered out with a saddened smile. A new portal opened as a second person walked out, claiming to be Peter Parker as well. MJ sighed disappointed as Ned could only chuckle awkwardly.

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“Can the spiderman come out to play?” – all three Peter’s turned their head at the familiar voice. Green Goblin riding his hoverboard as he unleashed his green bombs. They were coming towards the building aiming for Dr. Strange. Doc Oc’s attached arms grabbed them out of the air, protecting Dr. Strange. They exploded in his metal grip. Stephen gasped when Green Goblin flew by, grabbing the cube from him.

Peter, the Peter from this earth turned his head in shock. Doc Oc flung a metallic arm at him, taking a hold of the hoverboard. Green Goblin was being held in place making him look surprised back. Strange flung a whip to Green Goblin taking back the cube. It hovered between his hands as he sighed relieved. Green Goblin turned snapping off one of Doc Oc’s arms. Doc Oc cursed in pain with frustration. The cube slowly turned in Stephan’s hand as all three Peter’s widened their eyes.

All seeing the green bomb ball inside the cube. – “Strange no!” – Peter one shouted holding his hand out. The bomb exploded releasing the magic inside it with blasts as two spheric rings blasted through the building. The entire building shook as it made you stumble out of balance, knocking into Ned. Ned, MJ and you were a few levels below, unaware of what was happening up there. The heavy shield destined for the statue of liberty released from it’s position.

With a heavy weight it scorched a way down the building. Breaking everything in it’s wake. The platform you were on shook immensely. Even shifted as you lost your balance. Making you stumble backwards as your arms flayed around for any balance. You tipped over the edge with a loud scream. Ned unable to grab you in time as he clutched onto a pipe, nearly falling down himself.

Your scream was hearable till the top. Making all three Peter’s look up with worry. Peter, Peter three was the first one to react. His scream deafened out as he leaped off the building. Not again. Why was he tormented like this again? Having to relive the moment he lost you. Your hands grabbing for any support. Peter dived down getting pulled back to the memory of where he had seen you fall before. The way you had shown acceptance in your eyes.

Yet your eyes were different. Full of fear. Only fear, no acceptance. He came at you with speed, determination on his mind. Not again. No more he would let you fall. He opened his arms, wrapping them tightly around you as the impact made you twirl in the air. Peter shot out a web as it stuck to a metal bar. His falling slowed down as he landed swiftly on his feet with you in his arms.

Shocked you were panting. Thinking you might have been done for it. Peter was panting too, looking quickly at you. – “Are… are you okay?” – he asked. You nodded vigorously, keeping your hands around his neck. – “Yeah… I’m okay.” – you breathed out shakily. Peter felt himself tear up. – “Are… are you okay?” – you asked seeing how emotional he had become. He nodded with a saddened face. – “I am now…” – he answered letting his forehead rest against yours. He set you down on the ground, holding you by your waist.

Knowing how shaky you still are from the fall. Peter sobbed loud, wrapping his arms tightly around you. – “I caught you. I caught you Y/n.” – he said making you hug him firmer. – “You did.” – you whispered to him, leaving a kiss against his cheek. Peter pulled himself a bit back from the hug, wiping some hair out of your face. He chuckled out a smile between his sobs seeing you alive in his arms.

You kissed Peter again on the cheek, feeling as if you had known him your entire life. Your kiss felt bittersweet as he knew he couldn’t keep you forever. You weren’t from his earth so he couldn’t bring you back. Peter tilted your head leaving a kiss on your forehead. – “Stay out of sight and save.” – he said giving you a slight nudge into a direction. – “I will.” – you told him, going into hiding.

Peter looked back at you, wishing he could keep you, but he couldn’t. His feelings for you had never died out. It hurt, yet it hurt good that he was able to love you a little longer. Hang onto you that little longer to be able to forgive himself. If he could he would take you with him. Knowing you were save on another earth pleased him. Yet he would do anything to try and find a way to be reunited with you again. Even if it meant dying in the process. He couldn’t live without you. You were his entire world.

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Hi. I'm pretty new to this religion, and I had a few questions. What are ways that Loki frequently communicates, and are you aware of any good ways to contact him? How do I know if he's actually talking to me, or if it's just coincidences and stuff in my head? Thanks for reading, Capsgirl19

Hi Capsgirl19,

I answered a similar question just the other day. You may want to take a peek at it.Generally speaking, the “coincidences” that happen when a God is speaking to you are so blatant and repetitive that it starts to become suspicious. Often when something catches fire or someone loses their keys or they hear an oddly fitting song on the radio, it IS just random coincidence. If you start to notice a bizarre pattern - that book falls off the shelf every time a word is mentioned, your radio turns on by itself and is always playing the same song when it does, etc - it becomes much more likely that it’s more than coincidence.Divination and regarding everything with a healthy dose of skepticism will help with separating stuff your own brain cooks up, or stuff lesser spirits cook up, with stuff that’s actually coming from a deity. I don’t know how other people have learned to separate spirit voices from their own brain, but in my case they respond too quickly and “talk over” my own voice. They’ll interrupt me in the middle of my train of thought because they already knew what I was going to ask and just start responding over me. It’s frustrating, much like a normal conversation is with someone that talks over and interrupts you, but it’s been very effective at being a clue for separating mental sockpuppets from actual spirit voices.Contacting Loki is pretty easy. Just start talking and giving offerings, or offering to listen. He’s a God that is a bit “closer to” and fond of humanity than some of the other Gods, who feel a bit more distant. It’s easy to get Loki’s attention. Keeping it may be another matter.

Question: I cannot hear the Gods. Advice for someone with limited funds?

pagangirl13 asked grumpylokeanelder:

Ok so I’m finally gonna compleatly start getting into Heathenism (and Lokean) but I have some issues… I don’t even know if any of the Gods accept me, I’ve never (at least not that I’ve been able to notice) been able to feel any of Their presences/hear Their vocies ect. Any advice for someone with limited funds and acess to things?

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Question: How do I become a Lokean?

Anonymous asked:

I’m new to all of this and I literally know nothing right now. But how do I become a Lokean? Or begin to worship him? How do I start?

Dear Anon, You will want to reference:

How to ease into talking to Loki (and the linked posts inside)

The newbies tag (and then poke around in other portions of the Tag Cloud)

You’ll probably also want the Frequently Referenced Posts page, although it’s a bit out of date right now.

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Look After You

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Synopsis: after Peter snaps at you, you feel like you can’t call him for help

Warnings: panic attack

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Peter had a bad day.

There had been an unexpected assemble at school that left him in sensory overload. All the sounds and bright lights overstimulated him into a horrible mood. He was beyond agitated on his walk home, everything little sound and movement further pissing him off. He was not in the mood to talk to a single person so he kept his head down and earbuds as he made his way up to his apartment. His sleeve got caught on the doorknob as he made his way inside and he just about broke the door down. He went straight to his room and quickly took his jacket off. The feeling of having his jacket and shoes on was making his sensory overload even worse.

“Hey.” You said, making Peter jump.

“Oh. Hi.” Peter blinked in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“May let me in. Did you still want to organize your notes?” You asked with a sweet smile. Peter didn’t know how to tell you this, but he desperately wanted you to leave. He was in no mood to socialize right now and just wanted to relax in silence.

“Yeah.” He faked a smile. “Sure.”

He took a seat on his bed across from you and took his notebook out. He was still way overstimulated so every little thing you did bothered him. The sound of your breathing, the sound of you moving the pages, even the way your pen sounded when you clicked it made Peter’s skin itch. As you flipped through his notebook, you turned a page too fast and it ripped down the middle.

“Oops.” You chuckled. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Whatever.” Peter grumbled. You noticed the way he rolled his eyes and your smile instantly fell. You began to feel uneasy around him and cleared your throat. He looked up at you when you did this and looked even more annoyed than before.

“Where’s your tape?” You asked quietly.

“In the bottom drawer.” He mumbled as you got off the bed.

“What?” You asked when you didn’t hear him. Peter stopped flipping through his notebook and flexed his hand to keep from lashing out.

“In the bottom drawer.” He repeated. “In my desk.”

“I don’t see it.” You said after opening the drawer.

“Then keep looking.” Peter sound, the annoyance in his voice sending a chill down your spine. You continued to rummage through the drawer, unaware of how loud it sounded for Peter. His enhanced hearing made it ten times louder than it sounded for you and it was driving Peter insane.

“I can’t find it.” You said after a minute, sending Peter over the edge.

“Oh my God.” He exclaimed and got off the bed. “Just stop touching things. I’ll get it. You’re being so irritating right now.”

You stopped looking through the drawer and got out of his way as he walked over to the desk. You were hurt by his words but said nothing about it, not wanting to irritate him further.

“It’s right here.” Peter said angrily when he found the tape. “Can you open your fucking eyes?”

“I didn’t see it.” You said quietly as he slammed the tape down on his desk. You jumped as the plastic cartridge shattered under his fist.

“Because you weren’t looking.” He shouted in your face. “Do you have to be so fucking helpless all the time? I can’t come rushing to your side the second you need me. I’m under enough pressure as it is without you whining and making a bunch of noise over some fucking tape. If you hadn’t ripped the god damn page in the first place, we wouldn’t have had this problem.”

You stumbled back from Peter as he finished shouting and felt tears brim in your eyes. You were both equally shocked over what had just come out of Peter’s mouth. He had never raised his voice at you before. He was never anything but sweet towards you, so to hear him scream and swear at you made your entire body feel hot in embarrassment. He slapped his hand over his mouth, stunned that he just lashed out at you like that. You took your phone out of your pocket and pretended to check it.

“My mom wants me home.” You mumbled. “I gotta go.”

You started walking towards the door but Peter quickly ran in front of you

“Wait, honey. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to snap like that.” He apologized as he tried to keep you in place.

“It’s fine.” You faked a smiled and brushed past him.

“It’s not fine.” He shook his head. “I was agitated over something else and I took it out on you. I’m so sorry. You don’t have to leave.”

“I don’t really want to be around you right now. If you’re agitated, take some time to cool off.” You avoided eye contact as you went for the door again.

“I don’t want you to go after we just fought.” Peter pleaded as he desperately tried to get you to stay.

“We didn’t fight.” You said as you walked down his hallway.

“But I yelled at you. I don’t want to leave things like that.” He followed you to his front door and stood in front of it.

“I gotta go.” You told him. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Please.” Peter begged. “Please stay. I’m so sorry. Let me makes things right. We can finish the notebook. Or anything you want. Just please stay.”

“Can you move away from the door, please?” You asked, your voice shaking with anxiety.

“I don’t want you to go.” Peter said softly. “Not when you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad. I just don’t want to talk to you right now. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” You faked another smile and this time, he moved away from the door.

“Okay.” He nodded but wasn’t fully convinced that you weren’t mad. “Can I have a kiss?“

You looked up at Peter, almost looking scared as you looked into his eyes. You gulped and stepped forward before placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

“See you tomorrow.” You said and quickly left his apartment.

Peter let out a long sigh and went back to his room. He felt awful for yelling at you the way he did. He sat on his bed and looked at the notebook you’d been working on. You had come over to help him and all he did was scream in your face. Peter felt so guilty that he started to cry. He texted you another apology and saw that you read it, but didn’t respond. He wanted to give you some space, so he went out on patrol to clear his head. He was only out for an hour before he found himself outside your window. He couldn’t focus on anything when he knew you were mad at him. Peter noticed your window was open and knocked on your window pane.

“Can I come in?” He asked as he looked around the room. You were sitting on your bed, knees drawn to your chest and head between your legs.

“I’m sorry to just come over. I texted you a few times but you didn’t answer.” He said softly as he sat on your bed. You didn’t move from your position but he heard a tiny whimper escape your lips.

“I tried to go on patrol and cool off, like you’d said I should.” He continued. “But I couldn’t focus. All I could think about was you. I feel really bad about what happened. I didn’t mean to yell at you. You didn’t deserve that.”

You still didn’t respond and he was starting to worry. He reached forward and rubbed your arm only to find that you were shaking.

“Can we please talk?” He asked. “I feel awful.”

Finally, you looked up at him. Your eyes were completely bloodshot and you sounded like you were struggling to breathe.

“Peter.” You whimpered and reached your arms out. Peter caught you as you fell into his arms and hugged you tightly.

“Are you okay, honey? What happened?” He asked as he smoothed your hair.

“I can’t.” You whispered. “I can’t breath.”

“It’s okay. Shhhh. It’s okay. I’m right here.” Peter said as he rubbed soft circles on your back. He could feel your entire body shaking in his arms and held you tighter.

“Don’t let go.” You spoke, voice muffled by Peter’s chest.

“I won’t. I won’t ever.” He promised. You pulled away after a minute and gasped for air.

“What happened? Are you all right?” He cupped your face and wiped your tears with his thumbs.

“I don’t know.” You croaked. “I feel really scared. I feel like my heads gonna explode.”

“It’s okay. That’s okay. You don’t have to be scared. I’m right here.” Peter assured you. He lifted your hair off your neck and blew on your skin to calm you down.

“I think I’m gonna die. I can’t get my heart to stop beating. I don’t think it’s ever gonna stop. I’m gonna die. It’s not gonna stop and I’m gonna die.”

“You’re not going to die. I’m right here, babygirl. Nothings gonna hurt you.” Peter said as he pulled you back into his arms.

“Somethings wrong with me. Something really bad is going to happen.” You cried against his shoulder as you gripped him.

“Shhh. Nothing bad is going to happen. It’s okay. You’re going to be okay. Follow me, okay? Follow my breathing. Deep breath in.”

Peter sucked in a deep breath and you did the same.

“Good job, babygirl. Now exhale. Nice and slow. Like this.” He blew out and you did the same.

“Good job. Now keep doing it.” Peter told you. He continued to breathe with you until your heart stopped racing.

“How do you feel?” Peter asked you.

“I feel really far away.”

“That’s okay. You’re not far. You’re right here. You’re with me. We’re in your bedroom.” He said slowly as he tried to ground you.

“It doesn’t feel real.” You shook your head as you looked around.

“It’s real. Feel my face. That’s real, right?” Peter asked as he put his hands on his face.

“Yes. That’s real.” You nodded as he moved your hand to his suit.

“And feel this. What does it feel like?”

“A basketball.” You said as you rubbed your hand on his suit.

“Yeah. It does.” He smiled. “Have you ever played?”

“No.” You shook your head. “ I used to play soccer.”

“Really? What position?”

“Goalie.” You cracked a smile.

“That sounds really fun.” Peter returned the smile. “How old were you when you played?”

“8 I think? I don’t really remember. I quit after a year.”

“That’s okay.” Peter shrugged. “Sports aren’t for everyone. What have you been doing tonight?”

“Just some homework.” You said quietly as you looked at the pile of books on your bed.

“Yeah, l see all your books out. What class was it for?”

“Fundamentals of design.”

“Do you like that class?”

“It’s okay.” You shrugged. “It’s not that hard.”

“Probably because you’re so smart. When did you stop doing your homework?”

“When I got an alert on my phone about the explosion. And then I heard sirens. I didn’t know where you were.” Your face fell as you remembered what sent you into the panic attack in the first place. Peter had successfully distracted you enough for you to calm down, but now you were spiraling all over again.

“I was really scared. I thought something bad happened to you.” You told him as your eyes filled with tears again.

“It’s okay. Nothing bad happened to me. I wasn’t anywhere near an explosion. I didn’t even know there was one.”

“I didn’t know where you were.” You repeated with a shaky voice. “And then I started thinking about the last time we spoke and how cold I was to you.”

“I completely deserved that.” Peter assured you. “You had every right to be mad.”

“I know. It just seemed silly to get mad at you for snapping. Everybody snaps sometimes. I kept thinking about how quickly I left and how short our kiss was. Then I started to worry that that would be the last time I ever kissed you. And it wasn’t even a kiss. It was a stupid peck. And not even on the lips. All I could think about was how the last time I ever kissed my boyfriend before he died couldn’t been a peck on the cheek. Then I couldn’t breathe.”

Peter was quiet as he listened to you. He felt guilty was casing the attack, even if it was indirectly. You looked at Peter through your wet eyelashes and gave him sad smile.

“I should’ve kissed you longer.” You whispered. Peter wasted no time and pulled you into a long kiss. You kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his neck as you made up for the fight.

“Do you feel better now?” Peter asked when you pulled away.

“A little. I’m sorry I left like that. I get weird about people yelling at me.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself. I understand. I shouldn’t have yelled.”

“I wanted to call you and tell you all of this an hour ago. It’s been weighing on me since it happened. I couldn’t focus on my work. And then I saw the news of the explosion and I just…” You trailed off and sighed in exhaustion.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Peter wondered.

“Because.” You said sheepishly without meeting his eyes.

“Because why?”

“Because you told me to stop being helpless.” You admitted. “You said I couldn’t call you every time I needed help. I don’t know. I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You’re never bothering me.” He assured you. “You can always call me, babygirl. Anytime you need me. Don’t ever hesitate to call.”

“Yeah, but were already mad and I didn’t want to be needy.”

“You’re not being needy. You’re my girlfriend and I love you. I just want you to be okay. I would’ve dropped everything for you.”

You kept your eyes down as you nervously picked at your nail polish. Peter looked at you and felt his guilt build up by the second.

“Did you really feel like you couldn’t call me?” He asked quietly. You looked up at him and nodded slowly.

“Has this ever happened before?” He asked, scared to hear your answer.

“Yeah.” You admitted. “It has.”

“And you’ve never called me? Why?”

“I can’t just pull you away from patrol everytime I have a panic attack.” You shrugged. “You have more important things to be doing.“

“There’s nothing more important to me than you. You know that, don’t you?” Peter said as he cupped your face in his hands.

“I know.” You sighed. “I don’t doubt that you love me. I guess I just feel like a burden.”

“Why would you feel like that?” Peter asked as if that was the craziest thing he had ever heard.

“How could I not?” You laughed sadly. “I’m just being honest. I need constant reassurance and attention. I’m difficult to be around sometimes. I’m not always nice and I don’t always react to things in reasonable ways. It can’t be easy to love me. I probably wouldn’t stick around that long if it wasn’t me.”

“Do you think I feel that way?” Peter wondered.

“Sometimes.” You nodded. “I assume I’m annoying you a lot. Or that you can’t wait for me to stop talking or something.”

“Oh.” Peter frowned. “That’s kinda mean. I wish you didn’t think of me like that.”

“I never thought of it like that.” You realized. “It’s not just you, though. I assume I’m a burden to everyone.”

“But that’s the thing. You’re not. You’re not a burden to anyone. You don’t have to apologize or feel bad for how you feel. You’re allowed to feel however you want. And you’re allowed to talk about those feelings. Especially with me.”

“I know. I know all of that. It doesn’t make me feel any less like a bother though.” You said as you looked down at your lap.

“You’d want me to reach out to you if I was upset, right?” Peter asked.

“Yeah, of course. I’m always here for you.”

“I know you are. Would you think I was a burden if I came to you for comfort?”

“No. Never.”

“So why would you think that about yourself?” Peter asked you.

“I don’t know. I guess I just do.”

“You can always call me. I don’t care what time it is or where I am. Even if I’m on patrol. I love you and I’m here for you. Always, okay?” Peter said as he held your hands in his.

“Okay.” You smiled softly and gave his hands a squeeze. He pulled you into his chest again and kissed the top of your head.

“We can finish my notebook tomorrow. And you can rip all the pages you want.” He said as you laid back on your bed. You smiled a little at his joke as he brushed your hair off your face.

“Thanks for calming me down.” You said as you traced the freckles on his cheeks.

“Anytime, baby girl. And I mean that.” He promised. “I’ll always be here for you. I love you.”

“I love you more.” You told him, making him sigh happily.

“I love you most.”

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Being best friends with Loki at the avengers tower pt 1.

Being best friends with Loki at the avengers tower pt2.

Loki getting his wisdom tooth pulled.

Taking care of an injured Loki and confessing.

Being Natasha’s favorite young avenger.

Tony dating a single parent.

Loki surprising you with a ballroom.

Loki wanting you to slap him.

Being married to Loki and living in the avengers tower.

Being mobuis’s assistant and bonding with Loki.

Loki’s dirty thoughts about his s/o.

Being Bucky’s personal nurse.

Details Steve Rogers love about you.

Teaching Loki about your culture.

Being rejected by Loki.

Loki wanting to be with you but can’t.

Dating teenage Loki.

Loki finding one of your sex toys.

Discovering Loki’s physical strength.

Being Thor’s best friend.

Loki with someone who has curly hair.

Dating Loki and being playful and physical.

Loki seeing you cry for the first time.

Loki dating a soft male dom.

Loki with a flat chested reader.

Juton Loki.

Dating a chubby feminine reader { Bucky, Loki }

Getting your period around Loki for the first time.

Bucky with a teenager who looks up to me.

Loki dating someone insecure about their skin.

Loki being friends with a servant and falling in love.

Tom and Loki with reader.

Bucky and Loki turn into babies and you have to watch over them.

Tattooing his name { Loki, Bucky }

Loki’s thoughts about his s/o body features.

Taking care of their new born {Loki, doctor strange}

Sleeping in a haunted house with Loki during Halloween.

Loki and kissing.

Loki dating a singer.

MCU Loki meeting Agent Loki.

Loki dating a bookworm.

Loki with a secret human baby.

Making them lunchboxes {Bucky, Peter Parker}

Bruce banner as your uncle.

They hurt you accidentally {Loki, Bucky}

Things that make love fall in love with you.

Toxic relationship with Loki.

Sugarbaby Loki.

Loki with a Tomboy.

In a ploy relationship with Bucky and Loki pt2

Loki x reader with wings

Loki’s soft side.

Loki with a small reader.

Them with a reader who has wings {Bucky, Strange, Thor}

Loki x mom of the group

Loki taking your v card.

Loki’s intimate & romantic side

Tony with a little sister

Dating Loki as an old witch

Being on the Asgardian ship with the gang

Gaming with Loki

Getting the baby rooms ready {Loki, strange, Bucky}

Being peter’s class mate and Bruce relative

Being Tony’s adoptive child

Lady Loki dating headcanon

Loki x feminine reader

Loki watching shrek

Steve Rogers x small reader

Loki helping your inner child

Them with a tall reader {Natasha, Bucky, strange}

Being Loki’s sweet assistant

Loki proposing to you

Ace Loki headcanons

Ace Loki dating a single mom

Loki hiking

Loki’s hygiene

Sugar mommy reader x lady Loki

Single father Loki headcanons

Soft Loki with an insecure reader

Ace sexual relationship with Loki

Loki and Saint Nicholas day

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Loki dating a goddess

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Loki helping you be masc

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Loki and kissing

Loki dating a singer

Loki dating a bookworm

Loki with a reader who has scars

Loki with a reader that doesn’t want kids

Paintball game with the avengers and Loki

Them with a reader who likes getting tattoos {Loki, Tony, Natasha& Clint}

Loki having baby fever and being with a reader who takes long to get pregnant.

Sub reader in a relationship with soft dom Loki/hard dom president Loki

Headcanon PT2



| loud

| slytherin!colby brock x quiet!hufflepuff!reader

summary: in which, colby brock begins to sneak around with the shy, quiet hufflepuff girl.

warnings: none

authors note: as requested, here is part two of ‘quiet’. unedited lol

quiet (part one)

ever since colby brock had confessed why he was so rude to her; things had changed and people could tell.

y/n had started speaking up. using her voice to actually answer in class, instead of whispering like she use to.

she would start conversations with the people who she sat next to and she’d only just began to stick up for people who were getting picked on. she was becoming a new version of herself.

all because of colby brock. the contrasting pair had secretly been meeting up late at night, at the astronomy tower, where they had their first actual friendly interaction.

colby would also hide from his friends during their free periods. running about the castle with y/n, being careful to not been seen with one another by people in their year.

there’d been a time where the pair were running about the upper hallways, chasing each other around. and they’d ran into fred weasley.

y/n had turned a corner and basically ran straight into him. he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, due to the fact y/n y/l/n was running in a corridor.

and then colby brock turned the corner, running into y/n. she looked down at the floor, a small smile on her face.

“oh- should i be concerned?” fred asked, his eyes darting between colby and y/n.

y/n laughed, but colby had a stern look on his face, trying to hide this little soft side y/n had come to know.

“no, it’s okay fred,” she smiled, “just don’t tell anyone! okay? please!” she begged.

fred nodded, “you owe me one!” he walked past the two but then stopped and turned back to them, “you too brock!”

y/n laughed, looking at colby, who wore a annoyed grimace on his face. “oh stop moping. could have been sam!” she reasoned, “now come on!” she grabbed colby’s hand and ran the opposite way to fred.

sudden voices approached from one side of the corridor, familiar voices. y/n’s eyes widened, colby swore under his breath.

his hand tightened around y/n’s hand and he dragged her to the other side of the corridor. hiding behind a pillar, that was to the left of them.

“i mean, colby’s been acting so differently!” sam spoke, his voice growing closer.

“what do you mean? he’s always been weird,” draco shrugged.

colby’s face contorted in annoyance yet y/n couldn’t help but let out a giggle at draco’s comment. colby looked at y/n and rolled his eyes, but he still smiled at her quiet laugh.

“well, haven’t you noticed? he’s always unfocused, like he’s thinking about something. or he’s always missing nowadays!” sam explained, “like, where is he now? huh?” the group of boys stayed silent. “when was the last time you spoke to him, enzo?”

the boy in question itched his head in thought, “uh- like… i mean the last time we actually had a conversation was like two days ago in astronomy, but he was so distracted,”

“exactly!” sam reasoned, “something’s going on! and he’s not telling us about it!”

“calm down sam. he’ll come to us eventually,” theo replied, trying to calm the boys anger down. sam shook his head and walked away, the boys following him.

after they had disappeared, the two came out from their hiding place, laughing at how clueless the group were.

“how stupid are they?” y/n laughed.

colby looked over at the girl, who looked so pretty in this moment. she was happy and being herself.

“you’re so beautiful,” colby whispered.

y/n’s head snapped towards colby, her face going red, as she bit back a smile. “shut up,” she answered in embarrassment.

y/n looked to her watch, a muggle gift hermione had bought her, “colby, we’re late for potions!”

y/n began running in one direction, soon realising colby was not following, “are you not coming with me?” she asked.

he shook his head in response, “i will in a bit, just can’t be bothered right now!”

y/n huffed, “but you’ll get a detention!”

colby smiled at y/n, walking up to her and tucking a stray hair behind her ear, “i’ll be fine, you don’t need to worry about me!”

she huffed, once again, in defeat, “bye colby,” she turned around and began to walk away from him.

“bye sweetheart,” he answered, a tone of playfulness in his voice. y/n turned back while she continued walking, her lips thinned into a bright smile, trying to hide her laugh.

colby’s eyes softened at the girl as she rounded the corner, letting his thoughts sink in. colby brock had it bad for the quiet hufflepuff girl, who was now discovering herself.

it was approximately twenty five minutes into professors snape droning potions class. sure y/n loved her studies; but she’d officially had enough.

the lesson had gone on forever and colby hadn’t even shown up, which meant the boy would be in so much trouble with snape.

y/n had heard sam make a comment about colby’s sudden absence, as he was there at lunch and he seemed to be fine then.

but just as y/n was thinking about said boy, he burst through the door, all eyes turned to him.

“mr brock, how kind of you to join us!” snape spoke monotonously.

“of course! how could i not, my favourite, favourite professor!” colby replied sarcastically.

snape’s gaze did not change, his eyes still staring holes through colby, who stood there with a smirk, while the class tried not to laugh (y/n included). “detention, mr brock. tonight at 7pm, do not be late,”

colby nodded, surrendering with his hands, he took his seat next to sam, who asked where he was.

“i was at the hospital wing,” he lied.

colby glanced at y/n, who listened in carefully. she smiled at him and looked down bashfully. colby chuckled to himself, trying to think of a lie to tell sam.

snape had set them off on a practical task, making a medium-level potion, which the class had all completed before.

y/n knew she wouldn’t mess this up. so when she turned back around from grabbing some more ingredients, and noticed the colour change of the potion, she knew someone had messed with hers.

y/n looked up to her first guess: sam. but he wasn’t even looking at her. he was talking to theo, talking about their potion.

her eyes then drifted to colby, who held a guilty smirk. her eyes widened and her eyebrows raised in annoyance.

colby held up a small vile and wiggled it about, teasing y/n in what he had done, which contained whatever ingredient he had found on the side from snape’s supplies.

snape began to walk around the tables, while y/n swiftly tried to fix hers. but nothing was working.

snape looked into y/n’s potion. “how disappointing,” he said, looking at y/n, “maybe i overestimate your talent. you’ll join mr brock in detention tonight,”

y/n’s eyes snapped towards colby, who wore a smirk on his face, while he tried to conceal his laugh.

sam had picked up on snape’s words, and then he picked up on the two said people’s interaction from across the room.

colby wasn’t being rude, or intimidating the quiet girl, who sam had grown to hate over the years. they were joking together.

he payed close attention to them. looking at how they interacted across the room. and it seemed to be friendly; too friendly for sam’s liking.

he saw how y/n would frequently glance at colby, then look down trying to hide the redness which rushed to her cheeks when colby would notice. or how colby’s stare would linger just a few seconds too long.

sam knew something was going on and he needed to find out what

i think ab this edit so much. i love our little baby

Last Updated: 2023-10-28

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite James Conrad stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

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Summary: "Imagine [your father, hiring] Captain James Conrad,… to train you [in combat]."

❧ Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better by sserpente▪︎18+▪︎〔E᜶F〕▪︎

Summary: "Imagine you and James Conrad [constantly arguing] until you [getting] stranded on an uncharted island where you have to rely on each other to survive. Suddenly, grudges are forgotten, romantic things are said, and you realize you [might not] hate each other after all..."

❧ Bind Me by lady-rose-moon▪︎18+▪︎〔E〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: "When you see that your husband is troubled by his time on Skull Island, you suggest doing something entertaining."

❧ Caught in a Love Web by screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms▪︎〔F᜶A〕▪︎

Summary: After rescuing you from one of Skull Islands' giant spiders, James finally finds the courage to tell you everything he wanted to say months ago.

❧ Dancing in the Rain by sserpente▪︎14+▪︎〔E᜶F〕▪︎

Summary: "Imagine, [while] stranded on [Skull] Island, convincing Captain James Conrad to dance [with you] in the rain...."

❧ Don't Touch That by just-the-hiddles▪︎18+▪︎〔E〕▪︎

Summary: "As a botanist for MONARCH, you can spy potentially deadly vegetation a mile away. Unfortunately, James Conrad cannot, and the thinly veiled sexual tension between… you is about to explode."

❧ I've Got You by lov3nerdstuff▪︎14+▪︎〔E᜶C〕▪︎

Summary: "Imagine being on Skull Island... and Conrad shines a flashlight out into the darkness, only [to see] several pairs of eyes to [staring] back... The second you try to bolt… he [pulls] you against his firm chest, and [whispers in your ear not to move a muscle]."

❧ Keep Me Safe by muddyorbsblr▪︎18+▪︎〔E᜶C〕▪︎

Summary: "You run into a tent for safety after being chased by a massive insect-like creature while collecting flora samples from Skull Island. The tent belongs to James Conrad."

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Summary: "MONARCH has finally allowed James to return home to London after the fiasco on Skull Island. He finds you at home and remembers what he had been missing [while] he [was] gone."

❧ Lost and Found by ladyfluff▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: After disappearing on a mission over five years ago, James is more than a little surprised to find you, his wife, alive and living with the locals on Skull Island.

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god of mischief indeed

loki laufeyson x reader

summary: you would’ve never thought this was what loki said about you when you weren’t around.

warnings: small angst, asshole loki

part count: 1/2

“good morning, dearest.” you woke up by loki’s voice. you opened your eyes, your eyes taking some time to adjust to the sudden brightness. you smiled as you saw loki, hovering over you, his hand resting on your cheek.

“morning.” you replied sweetly. loki smiled, planting a small kiss to your lips, as if it were a habit already. it felt like one. after months of living together and sleeping in the same room at the avengers compound. you knew loki like the back of your hand. how could you not know the man you so desperately loved?

you watched as loki stood up from your shared bed, towards the bathroom to wash up. you yawned yet again, stretching gently. after a quick wash, loki walked out of the bathroom, only in a towel, already so comfortable in your presence. you smiled at the view, not because of his physique, but because of how close you two were. of how used to you were to this very sight.

“i’ll head out first, love. wash up, mhm?” loki said, sitting down next to your figure, his accent making you melt into the bed. you nodded, smiling at your man. he offered a grin back, before placing a small kiss to your forehead and leaving the room.

you stood up from your bed, your cheeks flushed and a big grin on your face. you were deadly in love. everyone could see it. everyone in the avengers compound knew of your relationship with the laufeyson. you weren’t yet official, but everyone knew you were off the market and only devoted to him.

after washing up, you left your room, heading towards the living area, where you found bucky and sam having a conversation over breakfast. you wished them a good morning, smiling at them, while you headed for the kitchen to grab something for yourself. you grabbed yourself a toast, and headed towards the workshop, where tony, bruce and natasha were currently at.

“sleeping beauty finally woke up.” tony joked, earning a smile from you. you rolled your eyes jokingly. you walked closer to where they stood, they seemed to have been working on something.

“what are we working on?” you asked, bruce looking over his shoulder to greet you. you offered him a small grin, before he turned his eyes back to the computer.

“we installed cameras.” bruce replied, as he looked and tested every single one. you looked in awe, it was a distinct technology. “it could be of great use for us.” bruce continued.

“it also means no PDA, y/n.” natasha joked, teasing you. you giggled in response, softly hitting her arm playfully. your small joke was interrupted by sounds coming from the computer.

“check the audios for all the cameras, banner. let’s make sure everything’s working.” tony said, now walking away from the computer you all looked at, to focus on yet another computer. you kept your eyes on bruce’s computer as he landed on the camera for the living room of the compound, where thor and loki shared a conversation. you smiled at the sight of him, and even more so when your name was mentioned.

“y/n seems infatuated with you, brother.” you heard thor say, a small, sweet grin in his face. bruce was about to skip, to continue checking the other cameras until you stopped him.

“wait- wait just a second, i wanna listen to this!” you said, somewhat excited to hear what loki spoke of you to his brother when you were not around. bruce chuckled at the sight of your excitement and nodded, leaning back into his chair. bruce grabbed his cup of coffee and continued to eat his sandwich while he could, before he needed to work yet again.

“y/n? she is, isn’t she?” loki replied, a smirk on his face, as of proudness. you furrowed your eyebrows, confused at his weird response but thought nothing of it. you were infatuated indeed!

“are you courting her? are you serious about her?” thor simply asked, the question you’ve had for a long while. the question you were scared of asking. it felt like years waiting for his response. loki chuckled a bit before speaking up.

“courting her? brother, i am simply having fun.” loki heartlessly replied, you felt your heart sink at his words. he was.. having fun with you? toying with your emotions? this simply cannot be true.

“loki…” thor started, he himself startled by loki’s response. bruce had almost choked on his sandwich and natasha stood frozen in place. “the woman is enamored by you, i truthfully thought you were as well, i mean—“

“enamored? brother, seriously… do you truly believe i’d ever settle down?” loki chuckled, relaxing further into the couch they both sat down. “and with her of all people? don’t think so low of me, dear brother, i plead.” he joked, as if you were a joke. bruce’s eyes widened, his eyes rapidly meeting natasha’s in utter shock.

“i— uh— i should continue…” bruce attempted breaking you out of the gaze you were in. “checking the cameras…” bruce almost whispered as he stared at your teary eyes, who were still glued to the screen. he stared at natasha yet again, his eyes begging for help. she nodded, before softly grabbing you by your shoulders.

“y/n, sweetheart, why don’t we take a small walk, yes?” natasha said pitifully, whilst walking you out of the workshop, her eyes meeting tony’s, begging him to not joke around right now, and he seemed to have understood, since he went right back to his work. natasha walked you towards the foyer, knowing you’d need some fresh air.

you sighed shakily, as the fresh air dried your tears. natasha had her arm wrapped around you in comfort, and you couldn’t thank her enough for that. you spend a few minutes of pure silence, trying to understand what the hell just happened. you even blamed yourself for letting your curiosity get the best of you.

“is there an empty room available?” you finally spoke up after almost thirty minutes of silence. natasha offered you a sad smile, before nodding her head.

“of course there is.”

“is it alright if i move to that room instead? i just don’t want to face him and sleep in the same—” you rambled.

“you don’t even have to ask, alright?” natasha shushed you, her hands stroking your skin in comfort. you nodded, a sigh leaving your lips. “we can get started right now if you want to.” she said and you nodded your head desperately. you didn’t want to see him.

the thought of sleeping next to him upset you. the thought of him playing you was angering to say the least. he knew of how you felt towards him. hell, he had even said he reciprocated those feelings. what an incredible liar you are, loki laufeyson. he actually had you believing he was yours, just as you were his. he actually made you believe he was just as in love.

he was truly the god of mischief.

25 DAYS OF KINKMAS MASTERLIST:

DAY 1: YOU’RE BACK, BUT ITS TOO LATE - Emily Prentiss

DAY 2: BETTER THAN HIM - Yelena Belova

DAY 3: VISIONS - Wanda Maximoff

DAY 4: OLDER - Wanda Maximoff

DAY 5: NEVER KNOW - Natasha Romanoff

DAY 6: DESIGNS - Natasha Romanoff

DAY 7: GOLDEN GIRL - Maria Hill

DAY 8: LET ME LOVE YOU - Agatha Harkness

DAY 9: MISTLETOE - Maria Hill

DAY 10: HOAX - Claire Debella

DAY 11: UNFAIR - Carol Danvers

DAY 12: KEEP QUIET - Emily Prentiss

DAY 13: HAPPY HOLIDAYS - Kate Bishop

DAY 14: DOUBLE TROUBLE - CarolValkyrie

DAY 15: BLACKMAIL - WandaNat

DAY 16: LIKE I NEVER LEFT - Kate Bishop

DAY 17: SHOW OFF - Emily + JJ

DAY 18: FUCK BY THE FIREPLACE - Scarlett Johansson

DAY 19: THE STAGES - Kate Bishop

DAY 20: NEED, NOT A WANT - Emily Prentiss

DAY 21: BE WITH ME FOR TODAY - Sam Carpenter

DAY 22: WORSHIP - Kate Bishop

DAY 23: BOSS DADDY - Natasha Romanoff

DAY 24: CHRISTMAS EVE - Carol Danvers

DAY 25: ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS - WandaNat

I am a new lokean and I am *really* lost. Is there some sort of manual or codex of things to do and the proper way to do them? I don't want to offend Loki or do anything wrong.

HEY NEW LOKEAN HI WELCOME TO THE LOKEAN PARTY

Um, there’s not really anything like that, I don’t think. Most people just kinda roll with whatever they find on the interwebs. I can try to help you out, though. On our blog, we have a page under Directory called Basic Informational Posts, and that has some useful stuff, but here’s direct links:

Here’s post I made trying to help new Lokeans (it has Vocab, quick information about Loki’s family, and some other facts)

Here’s our Reading List

Quick Information For New Lokeans

Some things you can do when you’re a new Lokean

Here’s some tips I gave someone about offerings and such

Don’t worry about little things offending Loki. He’s a really cool guy, so he’s quite understanding. Just don’t be ameanie and you’ll be fine. No one likes meanies.Offerings, meditations, prayers, etc. are optional. Actually, everything is optional. Your practice is customizable, bro. It consists of what you are comfortable with.- If you want to give offerings, I suggest cinnamon things, coffee or tea (coffee is more popular), sugary things, candy, chocolate, alcohol (whiskey, mead, or whatever), and just, you know, good food or drink. Just set out the offering somewhere and kinda get across (verbally or mentally) that it’s for Loki. When you think the offering has been set out long enough, you can dispose of it by eating it, burning it, throwing it away, burying it, or whatever floats your boat.- You can also show your devotion (or however you want to word that) by dedicating actions or crafts to Loki. You can do anything as a devotional (anything). Some ideas would be: singing, exercising, dancing, drawing, taking care of yourself, playing music, partying, doing jumping jacks, doing a handstand, doing a triple backflip (because who wouldn’t be impressed with that?), etc. It doesn’t have to be spectacular. Even little things like getting out of bed in the morning (which I know is rather difficult for some people) can be done as a devotional. It’s really easy.- Meditation is also a fun thing you can do. On the last link I gave you up there, I talk about meditation a lot and provide some fun links about it.- Prayers are really traditional. On our blog, under Directory, we have a page called Prayers and Poems that has a bunch of prayers or poems you can use as prayers.

SO YEAH JUST DO WHATEVER MAKES YOU COMFORTABLE.THERE’S NO PROPER WAY, REALLY, BECAUSE EVERYONE DOES IT DIFFERENT.ALSO DON’T WORRY ABOUT OFFENDING LOKI BECAUSE IT’S PRETTY HARD TO DO SO. JUST DON’T LIKE KICK OVER HIS ALTAR AND YELL ABOUT HOW YOU HATE TRICKS/PRANKS BECAUSE THAT MIGHT TICK HIM OFF A BIT. DON’T BE RUDE OR A MEANIE.SORRY IF I DIDN’T ANSWER YOU IN THE RIGHT WAY. I TRIED TO BE HELPFUL.

-R