#[ Jeez sorry this took so long to respond to! ]

[raffi-cat]

Hi, first of all I LOVE your oc designs they looks so cool. What are their names and what’s going on with them. Gimme the details, if you would like to.

aaa thank you so much!! im assuming you're referring to specifically this post, and yeah, i'd love to talk about them! there isn't really an overarching story, they're all just individuals living their own lives

(also something to keep in mind: i made some of these stories when i was much younger, so they are a bit odd. i've since altered them to make a bit more sense, but i wanted to keep them mostly similar because they are dear to me)

this um, ended up longer than expected, so im putting it under the cut :]

daybreak (skywing): she comes from a family of minor nobility (via maternal generational wealth) and her father was a minor general. they were pretty strict with her and held her to very high standards. she was put to military training when she was fairly young, but the war ended before she was old enough to join

she doesn't really like her parents, especially her mother. there is a matriarch, her great grandmother on her mother's side. daybreak especially doesn't like her. they're all just too strict and it seems she can never quite hold up to their standards

her parents were pretty loyal to queen scarlet, but did easily accept ruby as queen when the official challenge took place. daybreak never liked scarlet, and was very glad ruby became queen

as she gets older she is able to distance from her parents, and moves away from their residence near the palace to live in a smaller town, likely more up north

i might give her a younger brother but i haven't decided yet

desert (sandwing): she has unusually potent venom that seems to eat away at the skin quicker. when her parents found out, being annoyingly loyal to burn, thought giving desert to her as a tool would be the best way they could serve their queen

burn was delighted about a new "secret weapon" but couldn't use her right away because she was still very young. so she was trained until burn deemed her fit to fight (still far too young) the war ended before burn was able to use her "properly", but she did get into many battles before hand, resulting in multiple scars and a partially burned right wing (though not enough to greatly impede her flying)

she was very happy about thorn becoming queen. she didn't stay near the palace long, wanting to get away as soon as possible. she likely finds a small town somewhat similar to possibility

storm (icewing): she was born with a genetic mutation that increases the pigment in parts of her scales. her patterns were pretty light as a baby, and got darker as she got older. if she lived near the palace, she would have been completely shunned. but she lives in a town in the southwest of the ice kingdom, where no one really cares about that. her darker scales do give her a disadvantage as she can't blend in with the snow very well, but she manages. her parents are very loving and she has an overall good life

saffron (mudwing): i don't really have anything for him, to be honest. he's just a sweet boy. i really need to design his siblings, so far i only have a name for one of them. he may not have much but i love him

prismarine (seawing): a middle class seawing, there's not much for her either. but she is gay and has a girlfriend, navy. they are very in love and very cute together

virga (rainwing): she is a pretty regular rainwing, and again not much for her. she's a bit more calm and less excitable than an average rainwing. the village can sometimes get a bit overwhelming, so she likes to spend time in secluded parts of the rainforest

duskfall (nightwing/skywing): her mother (wishkeeper) met a lone skywing soldier (her father, who i dont have a name for yet) while out for a patrol on the main continent. they continued to meet for several weeks and fell in love. she unfortunately couldn't tell him when she found out she was with egg, as he was gone when she went to meet up. (he's still alive don't worry, he was just called back from his post)

back on the island, she was very averse to talking about her egg. there was another dragon she was paired with, though they didn't care much for each other, and she just said it was his without further explanation. he knew it wasn't and was unbothered, but agreed to tell no one

when she had the egg, she kept it near her virtually all the time. even during her work testing animus magic. (i imagine the nightwings would have wanted to do some testing to make sure the magic worked how they wanted it to before using it for something as important as the tunnels. or.. something idk)

due to the close proximity to the magic and a small crack in the shell, caused a minor deformity as her wings being unusually thin and delicate, being practically transparent. this doesn't affect her

(i might change the reason her wings are thin? but this is what the story was and i honestly just haven't really thought about it much, so)

wishkeeper was getting increasingly worried about what would happen when when she hatched and everyone would be able to easily tell she wasn't full nightwing. so, she left the island to hide out in a secluded part of the forested mountains of the sky kingdom, essentially faking her and her egg's death

she found a hidden cave to make their home, and raised duskfall herself. though secluded and often lonely, she had a good mother and a good life. when she got older and the war ended, eventually her father was able to find them again

he was delighted to find out he and wishkeeper had a dragonet. unfortunately he cannot stay with them as he has responsibilities in the sky kingdom, but he does visit. (he got a wife (and potentially a son? haven't decided), but pretty much just for appearances. he doesn't care much for her (it's mutual))

duskfall is an artist and a writer and has always enjoyed capturing moments with her art. fun fact, she is left handed (left taloned?). she likely visits possiblity or a similar town often, but remains living relatively secluded

and there they are! this took longer than i expected but whatever

if you read all of this, uh, thanks! i really appreciate it :]

for your trouble here is a drawing of virga

[wild-jackalope]

summary :: the times things went wrong during sex! Featuring my favs; Gojo, Choso, Yuji, Megumi and Toge.

warning :: sex, awkward sex (it happens), safe sex!

note :: all characters are of age!

Satoru (the sound)

The two of you had been going for some time, your third round of the night. Satoru had done a particularly good job in making you utterly wet, which was now the cause of your chest threatening to burst with laughter.

Whenever Satoru buried himself deep in you, it caused an odd kind of squelching noise. You placed your hand over your mouth, giggling against it.

Satoru had come to a gradual halt, noticing your puffs weren’t the moaning kind. “You’re laughing?” He asked in a tone that conveyed he was judging your juvenile sense of humour.

“I’m sorry, it’s just funny! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin the mood. Please continue.” It’d only taken a moment of silence before you laughed again, now joined by Satoru.

“Jeez, you’re stupid.”

Choso (too long)

It had been around 20 minutes, Choso was still panting against your neck with his dick buried deep inside you, rutting against your insides.

You’d already reached your climax 10 minutes ago, so now his dick felt like it was giving you an inside gut punch.

“Choso, you close?” You huffed, clawing at his back.

“Almost there, my love.”

You whined, staring up at the ceiling and debating how much longer you could keep up. You’d already tried clenching around him, but hadn’t seemed to help and making out only made him slow down to appreciate your kisses.

You tapped on his shoulder, sighing gratefully when he slowed to a stop.

“Can we take a break? I’m feeling a little raw.”

His eyes seemed to widen with the realisation and he slipped out of you. “I’m so sorry for not noticing.”

“No no, it’s fine baby just give me a little bit and I’ll be okay.”

Yuji (no protection)

You’d been making out for at least an hour, with Yuji’s body pushing you into his mattress and his hands cupping your rounded curves.

He’d barely even broken from your lips to pull out his desk drawer and feel around for a condom. However his hand failed to brush against any wrappers.

“Fuck, I forgot to buy my condoms.”

“Are you serious?”

The two of you were well horny by now, each reeling from the effects of arousal.

Yuji eyed you carefully, face flushed and expression needy. You leaned back into the bed defensively.

“We’re not doing it raw.” You stated. He exhaled sharply.

“I know, I know. Damn.”

Megumi (came quickly)

You straddled him, sliding carefully onto his cock before relaxing at his base. This was a position neither of you had tried before, both your excitement was palpable from the way his dick twitched and how your pussy gushed.

He breathed sharply, fingers digging into your thighs holding you still. He needed to pace himself, otherwise this would be over too soon.

Playfully, you clenched your walls around him.

“Shit.”

His hips bucked into you, humping out his orgasm. You felt warm cum pool into the condom, causing you to shiver. “Already?” You asked.

He only responded by palming his face, covering his embarrassment from you.

“You must really like me topping you.” You grinned, kissing the hand that covered his face.

“Shut up.”

Toge (poor communication)

“You want…”

“Bonito flakes.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line, face red and utterly flustered. “Crap. This is really hard. I can’t tell what you want me to do.”

He wanted you to relax and not overthink things.

“I don’t know where I can touch you. Do you even want me to touch you? Do you even want to have sex?” You asked, fretting that you had gotten the wrong idea.

Toge rolled his eyes. One would think him making out with you until your lips were red raw and touching every sensitive part of your body was a good indicator that yes, he did want to have sex. “Salmon.”

His answer only further worried you. So instead of attempting to talk, Toge took your hand and placed it on his crotch, letting you feel how hard he’d gotten.

You flushed.

“Right, I think I understand now..”

[petew21-blog]

Just a party, part 3

"Number 14 and 16"

"Guess it's you and me again." Ben took my hand and we went to the room we were assigned"

We left Ezra and Jason back there. Poor Jason, he was really fed up with Ezra. Hope he'll survive the night in that pip squeak body.

We opened the door of the room. I went on the bed. Ben right down next to me

It was awfully quiet. We wanted to have a party, we were overworked, stressed and probably needed a drink to loosen up a bit. We knew immediately that we both felt the same way. And we headed to the bar of the building.

The emplyees were serving us, asking about our needs and desires. Creepy but somehow nice. I bet the studio must have pay a massive ammount to get us to this event. But they all say that this one even is worth working for Hollywood. It fullfills you.

"You know, we didn't have much time to explore our bodies by ourselves before. With the Comic Con and so on, giving out all the autographs. I'm pretty sure that all the fans that will try to sell stuff with 'your' signature are gonna be pretty sad. I tried to perfect your signature Henry, but it still looks like someone else did it."

"Even better then. Those who really appreciate it get to keep it anyway and the ones trying to sell won't be as succesfull'

"Henry? You know I'm now the one wearing SUPERMAN's body? You don't have to act like him all the time."

"I don't honestly. I am just being polite most of the time. A decent human being."

"How about you show me how my BATMAN body looks like? You know what? Let's call each other by the name of our bodies, ok? To make the experience worth it. I wanna know what it feels like to be you"

"Ok then HENRY, now I wanna show you now what it truly feels like to FEEL that SUPERMAN body"

Henry in Ben's body lowered down to give Ben a head. He unzipped his pants and took out the beautiful hard cock he was already familiar with:"I think it looks even better from this angle" And the he took it in his mouth

It might have been the fact that I knew my cock so well. The way it responded to my tongue circling around the top, sucking his balls made me sure I was making Ben feel good. But I can't let him cum yet.

Suddenly my phone rang. I just looked up at him. He only winked at me and picked up.

"Hey, this is... HENRY Cavill. Sure, I got time. New TV series? The Witcher? I am not sure about that"

I looked at him aggresively. Playing Witcher is my dream, he can't deny them.

"Jeez. Ok, I really want it. When do we start? Ok, thanks. No, I can't talk that long, there is something I need to take care of. Bye."

My blow job was coming to an end. Then I stopped. Can't let him finish that easily.

"Please, go on!"

"Can't do that HENRY! You got an ass to breed. And I wanna have fun too"

I took his hand and dragged him to the entrance hall.

"The room is too far, let's go to one of the closests, I wanna fuck you there."

We took the first door on the right. Passionately making out on the way. Ben pushed me against one of the lockers. Wait, that wasn't a closet. We must have entered the lockers of the employees. We kept on going.

Suddenly we noticed voices from a room around the corner. We stopped and I showed Ben a finger on my lips to shush him. We went closer to get to hear them

"All right. As I have said before, we are now on the full capacity of our guests. They are very busy right now. Each and every one of you has an envelope with a name of the actor or other famous person they get to swap with today. For those of you who haven't read it, the reason of the swap is the Writers and actors strike. You will get a brand new life of a popular person, their money in exchange for absolute loyalty and diacretion about the swap. I am deeply sorry to everyone who wanted to go back to their bodies sometimes in the future, but we have to get rid of them. The actors in your bodies can't let anyone know about this. Is anyone against this?" nobody responded which led us to believe that they agreed"

"Ok. We now have 48 minutes until the door of the rooms get locked completely, sealing our guests inside making it easier for us. We will be going over some details with each and everyone of you. Starting with Miguel who will be receiving Henry Cavil's body..."

I looked in shock at Ben in my body. He was also horrified about what we just heard.

"We have to warn everyone!" Ben said to me

Suddenly a manly voice above us said very calmly:"Haha. But we won't let you, gentlemen" the man above us was Chris Hemsworth, holding a taser. Something was telling me, that Chris wasn't the one controlling his body anymore, or the one of his friends who swapped with him

To be continued...

Story request from inbox by Anonymous: That Hugh and Ryan story was Great! Maybe you can do a swap involving Ben Affleck and Henry Cavill?

And also continuation for part 2.

Inbox request: Your stories are soo good, love the Chris E. and RDJ swap. Maybe a second part involving some actors from dc, like Ezra Miller and Jason Momoa swapping to try new roles & running into Henry Cavill and Ben Affleck in the rooms?

Part 2:

Part 4:

[sunshineting]

this is my first ever fic 🥹 so um yeah

plug!eren x nerdy!chubby!reader

word count- 1686

summary- you're a stressed college kid that just needs to relax

MINORS DNI please‼️‼️

“Oh jeez… I hope he makes this easy,” you muttered to yourself. You were stressed. Stressed as hell. Studying for midterms was whooping your ass and all you needed was a little green to help you relax. Your friend, Sasha, had given you the number to her on-campus plug. She gave you the slight warning that he was a bit intense, but reliable. You finally grew some balls and texted the ominous number.

‘Is this Eren?’ You were always nervous talking to plugs. Your slightly timid nature always made them think you were a narc or something. Nope. Just good old social anxiety. Your phone’s ding took you by surprise; he responded fast. He simply responded with a question mark.

‘Sorry. Sasha gave me your number. I was hoping to buy from you’

After a few more text exchanges, you had agreed to meet him at his apartment to pick up.

“Apartment 913… where the hell…?” On your third time circling his complex, you finally found it. Three quick knocks on the door later, you were face to face with a man’s collarbone. You look up and are met with intense, deep green eyes.

Oh no, he’s hot. You push your glasses back up your nose and introduce yourself.

“H-hi, I’m Y/N. I was texting you earlier?”

A sly grin creeps onto Eren’s face.

“Wassup?” He flicks his head to gesture for you to follow him inside. His apartment smelled like weed and the musk of generic ‘male’ scented candles. There were LED strip lights just about everywhere, giving the place a blue tint. Adding to the blue tint was a huge fish tank with all types of exotic and expensive looking fish. Following his lead, you took a seat on the couch. You didn’t want to make yourself too comfortable, so you sat on the edge.

“You could get comfortable, lil mama. I don’t bite,” Eren says with a smirk. You barely moved. Between him being a plug and him being hot, your awkwardness levels were through the roof.

“So whatchu tryna get? A gram, a three five, a zip? You look like you like edibles,” Eren lists off his products.

“You think I like edibles cuz I’m chubby?” You mumble. He chuckles.

“Nah, I just can’t imagine your lil innocent ass smoking.” A small pout forms on your face as you let out a ‘hmph’.

“How much is a three five? I have cash,” you say, trying to get back to business. He tells you it’s twenty, but only because you’re cute. You felt heat rush to your face at the compliment. After your transaction, Eren offers to smoke you out.

“Oh, you don’t have to. I just bought some.”

“You’re turning down free weed?” He deadpans. You purse your lips.

“…no.”

Watching Eren handle weed was unreasonably sexy. The way his big hands gently packed the blunt was mesmerizing. He’d put his long hair into a bun just prior to the process. Hell, even that was sexy. The t-shirt he wore exposed each flex of his muscles as he expertly tied his locks up. You just about combusted when he was licking the backwood. The flicks of his tongue on the paper sent electricity straight to your clit. Were you imagining it, or was he purposely licking it as lewdly as possible? You felt wetness pool in your panties.

“I never really smoke blunts,” you confess.

“Oh? What do you use then?”

“It’s this little glass bowl I got in high school. It’s small but it gets the job done.” You smile. You could feel yourself getting more comfortable bit by bit. Eren sparked up the blunt and took a long hit. He exhaled smoothly and passed it to you. You took a small pull and the sour smoke filled your mouth. You tried to fully inhale, but the sourness of the tobacco and the strength of the smoke was too much. Choking and coughing, you hand the damned thing back to Eren. Yep, there was a reason you stuck to your bowl. Despite not getting too much, you were just starting to feel the relaxing effects.

“C’mere” Eren waved for you to come closer to him. Your inhibitions were lowered and you didn’t give yourself time to overthink. You scooched closer to him, but he pulled you impossibly closer. He had you pressed up against him; his warmth igniting every cell in your body.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded softly. You didn’t even have time to think, you just obeyed. Eren took a smaller hit than his last and pulled your face directly in front of his. Your lips were just barely touching when he blew his smoke into your awaiting mouth.

“Th-thank you,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. You were trying your damnedest not to moan. It’s been so long since you’d been fucked. Your vibrator was nothing compared to the real thing and holy shit was Eren real. Eren glances down at your lips and licks his own. He was unbelievably hard. From the moment he saw you at his door, he knew he had to have you. Call it a corruption kink or whatever, but he just wanted to ruin that innocent look you had.

“You want more?”

“Mmhm,” you whimper. You squeeze your legs together just to get any type of relief for your swollen clit. Your little pussy is weeping, clenching around nothing as he blows more smoke in your mouth. You continue this until most of the way through the blunt, then you tap out. You were very much high and the cottonmouth was setting in.

“Could I have some water please?” You ask your host. As he stands, you see a very obvious print in his basketball shorts. While he gets the water, you take the time to stare at his fish tank.

“It’s like Finding Nemo in this bitch,” you breathe out. Time was feeling wonky as Eren returned with your water. It felt like forever and only a moment all at the same time.

“Thank you!” You say before your first sip.

“So polite… What a good girl. Are you always this sweet?” Eren asks. You nod.

“Yeah? You wanna be my good girl?” He questions as a hand begins to rub your thigh.

“Mmhm” you let out a breathy moan. With that, Eren picks you up and pulls you onto his lap as if you weigh nothing. His big hands grip both sides of your waist as he grinds you onto him. Your loose dress has been pulled up and pools around your thighs. Even clothed, you can feel his hard length pressing up against you.

“Let’s take this off,” he guides as he pulls off your cardigan. The removal of your cardigan causes the thin straps of your dress to fall off your shoulders. You felt like a mess and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. Eren decides to finally kiss you and pulls your mouth to his. He was devouring you. Immediately he fills mouth with his tongue. It was the sexiest, sloppiest kiss you’d ever had. Your needy little cunt is aching for relief. It’s practically hurting. Your full tits were pressed up against his chest and he could feel your nipples poking him. Eren uses one hand to start rubbing your clit through your panties. You’re so grateful for the relief, it feels like you’re melting into him.

“Damn lil mama you got a super soaker down there. That’s all for me?” Eren chuckles. You only give a whimper in response. You were so embarrassed at how easily you’re folding for this man.

“You want me to fuck this little pussy? Hm?” He groans.

“Mmhm,” you nod and whimper.

“Use your words”

“Please fuck me! Please, please I need it,” you beg. Eren could feel the precum leaking from his tip. His dick was so hard it hurt. You stand for a bit to discard your dress, leaving you only in your teddy bear print panties. He’d taken this time to remove his own clothes and you could finally see the huge cock that you’d been grinding on. Holy shit, he’s big. His cock is thick and pretty, with the tip a dark rosy pink. Your mouth began to water. You want to suck it, but Eren has other plans.

“Come sit on this dick, pretty.”

You quickly oblige. Eren revels in how warm and soft your thick thighs are. As you sink down on him, both of you are surprised. Him, at how tight and wet you are. And you, at how fucking deep he’s going. You can feel every inch and the delicious stretch of him filling you up. He’s so thick, your walls have him in a chokehold.

“Fuck, it’s so big,” you moan. Eren can’t even think of a cocky response. All his concentration is going toward not cumming. It was bad enough the two of you didn’t use a condom but the last thing y’all needed was a pregnancy scare.

You start riding him, bouncing up and down trying to maintain a good rhythm. With one hand gripping your waist, he takes the other and rubs circles on your clit. The extra stimulation has you falling apart. You can feel your orgasm building higher and higher. Eren feels your walls tighten ever more and can tell you’re just about to go over the edge.

“Cum for me. Give it all to me. Cum on this cock, baby,” he damn near growls in your ear. The permission to cum finally sends you over the edge; wave after wave of sweet release relaxing your tense muscles. Feeling your squishy walls flutter from cumming sends Eren over the edge, too. He lifts you off his cock just as ropes of thick cum spurts out of him. You’d left a ring of cream around the base of his shaft. As you sit back on his lap, Eren says, “Don’t get your weed from anybody else ever again, you hear me? Next time you need anything – weed or dick – you hit me up. I’m serious.”

[tadpoleteef]

gamer girl 👾

18+ MINORS DNI

word count: 1.5k

pairing: austin x female!reader

warnings: SMUT, oral (m receiving), lil fem dom???, unprotected sex

summary: austin’s playing video games with friends and isn’t paying attention to you. long story short you end up trying to dom him which obvi doesn’t go far and then you ride him in his gaming chair yassssss.

a/n: hiii so i’ve been reading fan fiction for years and i’ve always wanted to write it. i wrote an austin butler one shot like 2 years ago, posted it, but it was just awful so i deleted it. then i had a the summer i turned pretty phase, and wrote a one shot about jeremiah fisher confessing his love to you. this story was also deleted because of how just awful it was. anyway, i think my writing has gotten a little better soooo here’s a little smut one shot for ya.

꒦꒷♡꒷꒦

it was around 8pm on a saturday night, and you and austin were at home, spending the rest of your night in your little apartment. you were sitting on your bed in a short white lace nightgown, scrolling through instagram. austin was across the room sitting at his desk, playing a game on his xbox. he had been playing for a little while now, screaming at his friends into the microphone and raging everytime he had to redo the level.

getting a little tired of his lack of attention, you put your phone down and walked over to where he was sitting. you stood behind him, rubbing his shoulders gently. he relaxed into your touch, leaning back into the chair with his eyes still locked on the screen in front of him. you leaned down to his ear and whispered,

“are you having fun, handsomel?”

it took him a second to respond, so you tapped his shoulder lightly which made him look back at you then back at the screen.

“uh- what? oh yeah im fine sorry im about to die”

right when he said that the tv went black and the words “game over” illuminated the screen. you could hear his friends complaining through the microphone. he threw the controller down on the game, rubbing his eyebrows and letting out a sigh.

you giggled a little bit, it was funny to see a grown man get so upset over a video game. “it's okay love, just try again” you spoke. he turned around with a stern look, “i can’t just fuckin’ try again, it’s gonna take me hours to redo all this.”

you were a little taken back by his harsh tone, so you took your hands off his shoulders and rolled your eyes, annoyed that the game was getting more attention than you. you layed back on the bed staring at the ceiling. you weren’t upset that austin was choosing his game over you right now, i mean he worked practically everyday so he needed a break sometimes, you were just craving him. jeez, when were you not? you wanted his touch, his lips on yours and his domination. you wanted him right now and that was the only thing going through your mind. acting on your thoughts you walked over again but this time you stood in front of him, between him and the desk.

“baby- could you please move?” he moved his head to the left and right trying to see around your waist. you stepped closer and put your legs through the arm holes of the chair, lowering yourself onto his waist. you were now facing him, your chests together as he looked at the screen with a confused, mad look. He kissed your cheek then laid his chin on your shoulder, pressing down the buttons on the controller. you smirked knowing he had no idea what was about to come.

you started off light, moving your hips back and forth. you weren’t sure if he knew you were even moving so you applied some more pressure, fully sitting on his dick. “guys over there ov-” he stopped mid sentence. with your smirk growing bigger, you went faster, now basically dry humping him. he switched the mic setting so it was on mute and questioned “what are you doing?”

you looked at him and took off the straps of your nightgown, letting it fall down to your waist, showing off your matching white undergarments. he looked at you up and down, drinking in your figure. you had him wrapped around your finger.

you bent down to is ear and whispered, “you’re gonna sit still and act normal while i take your dick, sound good?” you cocked your head to the side, awaiting his response. he looked up at you with a shocked expression, coming from your dominance toward him. “i like it when you’re bossy.” he squeezed your thigh. “and you didn’t answer my question.” you added to his compliment. he gave you the ‘let’s see what you got look,’ and you knew you had the okay. you took a little less pressure off his waist so he could pull down his sweatpants, boxers following.

you sat down so his member was resting, hard, against your stomach. you looked away from his piercing eyes and spat onto the tip, slowly taking your thumb and spreading it around. he bit his lip and closed his eyes for a split second taking in the feeling. he snapped out of his trance quickly when his friends started yelling at him for his inactivity.

he went to respond but you stroked his cock slowly and he but his lip to hide back a moan and put the mic on mute again. you bit the inside of your cheek trying not to smile after seeing how much pleasure he was receiving. he let out a low groan when you cupped his balls slowly. you stopped your hands, looking at him. he quickly mouthed “sorry” as he disobeyed you. “not one noise from you” he nodded and you stroked him again.

after a few minutes of austin holding back moans, you could tell he was close, he was barely even focusing on the game anymore, mostly on the way your fingers gently warmed his cock. you stopped and stood up moving your panties to the side. he furrowed his eyebrows, needing more of your touch.

“how bad do you want it?” you rubbed your clit slowly in front of him. he looked down at your hand then back up at you. “really really bad” he took one hand off his controller and grabbed your waist. you switched the settings so the mic was now on and got close to it, “hi boys, austins not feeling to well, gonna let him get some rest.”

after you finished your sentence austin said bye then immediately smashed his lips into yours. the kiss was sloppy but deep, both just focusing on grabbing whatever skin you could. he pulled away and rubbed the tip against your clit gently. you sucked in a breath, knowing that meant he wanted you now. you moved forward a little more and slowly sat down. you two had just had sex two days ago but every time he first entered you, it was like you were a virgin all over again. he was without a doubt big, stretching you out as you finally sat all the way down on his cock. you moaned and let your head fall back.

wanting more, you moved your hips back and forth, placing your hands on his chest. “does that feel good angel?” he questioned, blue eyes staring into yours. “yes, oh yes” you started to go faster, austin saw your need and started fucking up into you. at the angle you two were sitting at, he was hitting your g spot with the first thrust. your moans turned into screams as he hammered into you.

“oh my god aus that's so good” you moaned and he smirked and then faster, the room becoming hotter by the second. he took one of your hands and pressed it against your stomach hard. you could feel his dick going in and out of you. “you feel my big my dick fucking your pretty pussy? gonna put a fuckin’ baby you mama”

his words brought you over the edge, and he could tell you were about to cum. he circled your clit with his fingers taking one last glance at your gorgeous body being destroyed before you cried out a moan. your orgasm sent a hot flash through your whole body. your legs were shaking and your heart was racing. without even thinking you got off austin and got on your knees in front of him, trying to help him out.

he laughed, “such a good girl helping me out” he made a makeshift ponytail with your hair and was forcing your head down. the sounds coming out of your mouth were erotic. girks and glugs filled the room and you could feel tears streaming down your face. his dick started to twitch in your mouth and you grabbed his balls again. you felt the warm cum coat your throat before you tasted it. you swallowed and took your head off him, sitting back onto your calves.

he leaned forward into the chair, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him. He had never seen anything more sexy. your hair was all frizzy, mascara running down your face onto your neck, and a mix of his cum and spit spilling down your lip. He wiped it off with his thumb and then placed it in your mouth and you sucked the mixture off.

“you really thought you could dominate me?” he laughed and helped you up, sitting you down on the bed.

“hey, i had you for like the first 10 minutes” you responded smilining.

he wiped you up, got you all clean, and took you to bed. you two ended the night off by having multiple little tickle fights, and arguing over which board game you should play next weekend. right before you drifted off you heard austin's voice softly say.

“I will admit, domination by y/n y/l/n is something we should do more often.” his words took you by surprise, but you smirked and snuggled closer to him.

yep, wrapped around your finger

[imyourbratzdoll]

Can you do one we’re Lloyd is getting married to y/n but her ex crashes the venue?

hello, sorry this took so long! I hope you liked what I came up with.

prequel

summary - an unwanted ex crashes your wedding and exposes your kinky ways to your soon-to-be husband, do you think the wedding was called off?

warning - angst, fluff, talk of being fucked by something, sexual talk, gun talk, special guest.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

His eyes were so warm and intense on you that you were sure he could read all your thoughts, everything you felt about him, written in your pupils. Lloyd smiled, opening his mouth as he began his vows.

“I’m so happy I met you, Pumpkin. I remember when I first saw you. You were walking through a field of flowers, wearing a pretty white dress and a daisy in your hair. At that moment, I knew I had to get to know you, and I couldn’t let someone so beautiful slip through my fingers.” He smiles, eyes staring intensely into yours, which happened to be filled with happy tears. Lloyd clears his throat, making sure his voice doesn’t crack as he continues. “I want to cook you dinner, even though I can’t. I want to tuck you into bed and make sure you sleep okay every night, all the time. I want to play with your hair until you fall asleep. I want to cuddle you for hours or get lost travelling with you. I want to be at dinner with you, somewhere different and move my hand up your legs.” As he says this, Lloyd wiggles his brows. “I want to fuck you till you can’t move. I want to punish you just because I fucking can, and I promise, Pumpkin, that I will love you for eternity, and if I somehow upset you and break my vows, you can shoot me wherever you want.” 

A soft smile appears on your face, but as you open your mouth, about to respond, you are interrupted by someone slowly clapping. You and Lloyd turn your head, and your eyes widen as your ex-boyfriend Ransom freaking Drysdale stands there. 

Ransom grins, “I gotta say, those were some awesome fucking vows.” He strolls forward, winking as he takes a swig from the whiskey bottle in his hand. Your hand quickly reaches out to stop Lloyd from grabbing the gun in his waistband. “Aww, is the big guy getting mad? Scared she’s going to come running back to me? I mean, I wouldn’t blame her. All those nights together, mmm.” He exaggerates a moan, eyes rolling back as he tries to get under Lloyd’s skin.

“What do you want, Ransom?” You huff, arms folding in front of your chest as the happiness you were feeling slowly gets sucked out of you. “How the hell did you even know I was here?” The feeling of Lloyd’s arm wrapping around you spreads secureness throughout your body.

Ransom smiles, “Your little bridesmaid there, get her going enough, and she’ll happily spill your whereabouts.” His eyes stare you down, looking for a flare of jealousy to spark in your eyes, but all he’s met with is disgust. His eyes move over to the red-faced bridesmaid, giving her a smirk. “C’mon, why don’t you tell the bride all of the things you let me do to you that made you spill.”

“Ransom. That’s enough. What do you want?” The rage building inside of you was becoming too much. Your fingers twitch as you itch to reach behind and grab Lloyd’s gun. Not even his hold is comforting you, and that’s the scary part. You swear you can feel him press a soft kiss against your head, whispering sweet words, but you can’t be sure as redness tries to take over.

“Well, Kitten. I want you back.” He rolls his eyes, drinking from the bottle. A giant grin appears on his face when Lloyd grunts and his sharp blue eyes make their way over to Lloyd’s. “Hey, buddy! I got a question for ya!” Ransom strides closer, tapping Lloyd’s cheek as he speaks but huffs when his hand is swiped away. “Jeez, calm down.” Ransom pouts, not expecting you people to be so rude. 

“Are you guys as kinky in bed as we once were?” The smirk on his face says it all, and your eyes widen knowing where he’s going with this. “You all wanna hear what I fucked her with?” He spins, speaking to everyone in the room. Some eyes and mouths were wide open, and some gasped. They’d probably gasp more if he said what he fucked you with. Ransom turns, staring you deep into your eyes. “Should I tell them, Kitten? You think he’d still want you after knowing how much of a whore you really are?”

You shake your head, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes as you think back to the night he was talking about. You and Lloyd aren’t vanilla at all but for him to hear this on your wedding day from your ex wasn’t something you wanted to happen. Ransom nods, taking your silence and turns to look Lloyd in the eyes with a dark smirk.

“You ever fuck her with a lollipop?” Lloyd’s brows shoot up, his head moving to look at you, wondering why he hasn’t even thought of that yet. “Ah! You haven’t?” Ransom chuckles, forcing his whiskey into a random person’s arms before he excitedly claps. “Fuck! I did that. I fucked her with a lollipop. She liked it, though. She liked it a lot!” His eyes never leave Lloyd’s as he says this. Ransom licks his lips as he thinks of how hot you looked, sprawled out, little whines escaping you as he thrusts the small lolly into your dripping hole. 

Ransom looks at you, his eyes piercing through you. “I can’t stop thinking of you and that lollipop.” He groans, head thrown back as he continues. “Jesus, do you know how fucking sexy you looked, letting me fuck you with it. Remember when you had a taste?” Ransom licks his lips, raising a brow as your eyes dart down. “Of course you do, Kitten. You were begging for that taste, the best fucking taste out there. A bit of cherry mixed with you. Fuck! I’m getting so fucking hard thinking about it.” His hand reaches down and grabs his junk, “Why stay with a boring man like Lloyd Hansen when you can have me back, Kitten? Don’t you miss me?” 

“No, Ransom. I don’t miss you, and there’s a reason I’m marrying Lloyd instead of you.” Your glare is set on the man. His brow raises as he waits for you to come up with an excuse. “No woman wants a man who has his eyes on every woman.” 

Lloyd looks down at you. Leaning forward, he places a soft kiss against your head before turning and grabbing Ransom by his throat. The sound of choking can be heard as Lloyd walks Ransom out of the area and throws him to the side. He leans down. “You ever come near us again, and I’ll put a bullet in your head.” As he stands, he kicks Ransom in the side before walking back to where you stand, and Lloyd can see how worried you are that he wouldn’t come back.

“You ready to become Mrs Hansen, Pumpkin?” Lloyd smiles when a bright smile appears on your face. He walks over to you and brings you into his arms. “You’re lucky. I love you.” He warns. “Because I wouldn’t stand for it otherwise.”

You grin, resting your chin on his chest as you look up at him. “You’re lucky. I love you. Because you’re a total asshole, and there aren’t a lot of girls who’d put up with it.” Lloyd looks down at you, shocked, but it’s soon replaced with a loving smile.

The priest clears his voice. “After that… Lovely interruption. Would you two like to continue?” The two of you look at one another. Hands interlocked as you nod. 

The wedding may not have been one of a fairytale, but Lloyd did get to test out that lollipop.

thank you for reading!

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[thekeystothebasement]

Awesome that you’re taking price requests cause we definitely need more of those!!! Thank you for your service and writing!!

Request:

You’re drunk and your friends dare you to introduce yourself to captain price at a bar. You actually have a nice conversation end up dating and he shows you off and then he breeds you

Haha idk how that escalated quickly but yasss

A/n: I'm so sorry this took so long to post! I've been facing some writer's block, nothing I've been writing has been sounding good 😫

So I apologize if this doesn't meet your expectations! 🧎‍♀️

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"Your beard looks amazing, it would look even better wet between my legs."

Maybe playing truth or dare with your best friend while alcohol was running through your veins wasn't such a good idea.

Your body went rigid in shock at the words leaving your mouth.

You didn't even greet the man.

You didn't say hello

You didn't ask for his name before the horny thoughts that were clouding your mind all night escaped at the first chance.

Drunk and horny wasn't a good combination.

"What the hell happened to buying someone dinner first?" Price chuckled before taking another sip of whiskey and glancing at you.

"I Ummm..." your train of thought had stopped as you looked into his amused eyes, and a small grin lingered on his lips. "I'll...eat you out for dinner???" your words slurred out, unsure of what you said sounded right.

"fuck. I meant to take you out for dinner.." you cursed. "Not eat you out." you laughed nervously as you looked at the male who couldn't contain his laughter.

"You're fucking pissed..." Price said with an amused tone. " Can't hold your liquor well can you?"

You shook your head no as a small blush dusted your cheeks.

"Dinner sounds nice but so does option two." Price teased.

"Who says we can't do both? I always have room for dessert" you teased back, liquor courage making a comeback inside of you.

"Big appetite?" Price asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Always" you responded with a small smile on your lips while batting your lashes at the older bearded man. His head tilted slightly to the side as his amused eyes never left your face, the smile on his face making you weak on your knees.

"You look like you bite off more than you can chew, young lady."

A playful pout formed on your lips at his words, "awfully rude thing to assume," You crossed your arms under your chest as you glared playfully at him. "Besides, I've been raised to lick my plate clean."

"A good little girl ain't ya?"

"Only when I want to be rewarded." flashing him an 'innocent' smile.

You see him digging through his pockets before pulling out a black marker, he held out his hand and which you reached over and placed your arm in. His calloused hands gently held your wrist as the cool ink of the marker traveled through your arm. You could smell the mix of whiskey and cigar smoke from being so close to him.

"Call me when you're not trollied," he said with a raspy voice, his eyes looking into your shining eyes.

"Trollied? I'm just a bit tipsy," you whined. You tried to lean closer to him but you underestimated the lack of control you had over your body. Before you knew it your face had planted into his chest. Price held onto your upper arms pushing you up.

"Just tipsy, huh?" he said mockingly.

You sent him the middle finger before you rested the side of your head against the bar countertop. You were looking at him while he looked down at you with a soft smile.

"...Harry?" you asked.

"Harry?" he asked back.

"I'm trying to guess your name...Henry?"

"Nope." he took another big gulp from his drink before giving you a clue. "First letter is J."

"James?"

"..."

"...Jack?"

"Fucking hell, do I look like a Jack to you? " he grunted, his eyes squinting at you.

"I'm trying, jeez...Jonathan?"

"You're getting closer, sweetheart."

You kept chanting the name Jonathan before your eyes widened and you looked at him with disgust.

"John? That's such a boring name," you muttered.

"Like your name is any better." he countered

"Best name that will ever leave your mouth" you argued.

"Is that so?" he asked with an eyebrow raised and a cocky smile on his lips.

"It is so, John," you said with emphasis on his name. "The name's y/n"

"Y/n? Only a muppet would have a name like that."

"Fuck you."

"I know you do sweetheart." he teased. "Too fucking drunk to remember your first words to me sweetheart?”"

"Yeah, but with a mouth like yours, the beard gonna stay dry" you taunted.

"Sounds like a challenge," he said while getting closer to your face, noses nearly touching. "Tomorrow night after dinner?"

"Tomorrow night after dinner." you recited his words in agreement.

---

"You're dating the captain?" Gaz asked, bewildered that such a young fine woman would be dating his captain. The captain that he knew was a gruff, grumpy, and bearded old man. The exact man who had a harsh grip on your waist, fingernails plunging into the fabric of your sundress, and harshly pressing into your skin. His usually warm kind eyes, now cold and ruthless, picturing how he could make both of his sergeants suffer for having their eyes roam your body. You both have noticed how their eyes flicker between your eyes and the deep neckline of your dress exposing your cleavage to the young men.

"Why do you both sound so surprised?" Price asked. Standing right behind you, he leaned down and rested his face between your neck and shoulder. His mouth licked a stride of your skin, maintaining eye contact with his men. You let out a small whine at the feeling of his rough beard pricking at your skin, your body slightly squirming against his. "Don't believe your Captain still has his charm?"

"Stop teasing them." you scolded Price, slightly slapping at his chest and pushing him off of your body. You held out your hand, greeting both men formally and apologizing for your lover's behavior. "Well, I hope to see you both more often."

"Likewise bonnie."

---

What was such an honest and somewhat innocent statement from Soap, was the final breaking point for the Captain. Having to constantly see younger males fawn over your beauty, their undeserving eyes devouring your body sometimes left Price self-conscious. It made him question his worth, but you were always ready on your knees to praise him and remind him how wonderful of a lover he is. At other times, it made him territorial, spewing commands and punishments onto you. You were always eager to comply with his commands, and his jealousy and anger were welcomed with your legs wide open, your wet cunt for his personal use. Your moans and whines were encouragement enough for him to know you were his alone.

But for Price to see his own men practically swooning over his lover awakened primal urges in John that were left dormant for far too long. Urges that had you face down onto the sheets with your ass in the air, juices running down your thighs, and a wet cunt milking the captain of his semen.

Rings of white at the base of his cock as you cummed around his length for the fourth time that night. His promises that he growled into your ear had you throbbing around his cock yet again.

"A cunt full of my seed..." Price mumbled against your neck, his fingers kneading the skin of your stomach. "You know what happens if I fuck my cum into your womb don't you darling?" he asked in a teasing voice.

"..b-baby." you cried out. Your back was now pressed against the mattress, Price mounted on top of you with his cock drilling into your gushing wet cunt.

"That's right, princess. You'll look so pretty with a round tummy." Price hissed. Your nails scratched at his back and your legs locked around his waist. "I'll make you a mommy, fuck a baby right into you."

"yes please, daddy." you sobbed. Your back arched as you felt another toe-curling orgasm creeping. "I want to be a mommy. Make me a mommy."

"Shhh..." John shushed, wiping off the tears rolling down your face. " I'll make you a mommy, no need to cry, sweetie."

Small chants of daddy spewed from your mouth as you felt yourself your love juices gush onto Price, absolutely soaking his pelvic region.

"Make you round with my child, your breasts engorged with milk for the baby," Price continued to thrust into you, his cock throbbing, eager to fill your welcoming cunt with his seed. "But you'll let daddy have a taste of your milk, right? Wouldn't want the baby to grow up greedy like his daddy?"

You let out a loud moan as you felt his hot semen spew inside of you, bursts of cum launching deeper and deeper into your womb, Price's words of making you a mommy increasing in possibility. Your legs freed Price from temporary captivity, allowing him to lean back but not pull out just yet. He wanted to ensure his cum stayed inside, his cock merely a cork for your hole at the moment.

---

For the rest of the week, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost would hear you far more often than see you. Your moans of 'daddy' have nearly become background noises, but at night it only serves as a broken alarm keeping them all awake.

" I blame this shit on you" Gaz spat out, trying his best to ignore your begging moans of 'daddy please' through the walls.

"Steamin Jesus." Soap cursed, running and pulling at his mohawk in frustration. "I only called her bonnie, you were eyeing her tits."

Before Gaz could retaliate, Ghost's ruff voice cut through the room. "We are in this fucking bloody situation because you twits don't know to act around anything with tits and a cunt. "

Both men watched as their lieutenant stood up from the room and stated he was going out for a smoke.

"It's gonna be harder to ignore her tits if the Captain knocks her up."

"She'll be walking around with huge milkers."

---

[static-symphony-fm]

you are in love (true love)

now playing: you are in love (taylor's version)

pairing: magnus chase x fem! reader

word count: 1.9k

summary: 5 people who knew magnus was in love with you before you did + 1 sword

an: FIRST FANFIC LETS FUCKING GOOOOO this took so long to write! I love how I accidentally made it blue themed even though that's magnus's least favorite colour 😭 its ok we all know he's canonically a 1989 girly

fun fact i actually took the first picture! i shit you not I was on a road trip with my family READING MAGNUS CHASE and I look up and see THAT SIGN and i SCRAMBLED to take a picture

content/ warnings: 5+1 things, background blitzstone bcs c'mon they're basically canon, shitty writing, kissing ooo spooky, magnus being a simp, there actually isn't a whole lot of reader in this x reader fic, minor allusions to sex stuff, a lot of swearing, weird use of perspective, i was trying to go for third person limited but magnus is the one it's limited to not reader? but reader is referred to using second person? sorry if it's confusing.

1. samirah al-abbas

  if someone had told magnus a year ago that in a couple month’s time, meeting for coffee weekly with one of his best friends and not getting kicked out of the overpriced coffee shop was going to be the most normal thing in his life, he wouldn’t have believed them. probably would have flipped them off, too, and stole their wallet as he walked away. but he’d like to think that he was a changed man, seeing as he was, in fact, in a hipster café in boston, trying not to make fun of all the fancy menu options. like, seriously? who orders a dragon fruit, pomegranate, and kale smoothie?

he realized he’d been thinking for too long and returned his attention to samirah, sitting across from him and discussing wedding plans for her upcoming marriage to amir as she sipped her latte. he noticed the way her eyes seemed to get brighter, and her entire body language conveyed how excited she was as she talked about him. magnus had a fleeting thought about how good it must feel to love someone so unconditionally like that, and have them love you back just as much. 

as if reading his mind, samirah finished her sentence and studied him, tilting her head as she seemed lost in thought, peering at him like he was a calculus problem she couldn’t quite figure out. 

after a few seconds, magnus broke the silence. 

“alright, it’s getting weird. why’re you looking at me like that?”

samirah snapped out of it, focusing on what he was saying.

“nothing, just… do you think you’ll ever get married?”

jeez, that was a loaded question. magnus narrowly avoided choking on his black coffee, swallowing and burning his throat before answering.

 “sam, i’m dead.”

“so? people get married in valhalla all the time. i have been to a very disproportionate amount of weddings in the two years i worked there.”

“yeah? how many of those end in divorce?”

samirah took a long drink of her coffee, swallowing it slowly as she responded.

“forever is a very long time, and no relationship is perfect, but wouldn’t it be better to have someone to spend that time with?”

“…i guess.” magnus accepted, lost in thought. truthfully, samirah was right, like always. if circumstances were different, if he hadn’t died at sixteen, he could imagine himself getting married. settling down. living in a cabin in the forest with two kids. 

a thought came into his mind, entirely of its own accord, of doing all of that with you. your laugh, your soft hair, the way your lips curled up and your eyes widened when you smile. you’d probably be a great mom.

whoa, what the hell? he should definitely not be thinking about getting married to his friend, what the fuck? that is not normal. 

he pushed the weird thought out of his mind as best he could, gulping his coffee and focusing on the burning in his throat and not what he was just thinking. samirah had gone back to talking about amir, and magnus was not going to think about marrying you any longer.

2. alex fierro

after nearly getting his head cut off by alex’s garrote for the third time that day, magnus needed a break. alex had decided that magnus needed to learn to fight without the help of jack, and it wasn't going too well for him. he collapsed on the bench next to alex, chugging half a bottle of water before even taking a breath. alex rolled her eyes. 

“it’s not that hard, you just aren’t fast enough.”

magnus managed to control himself and not say a snarky comment back, but it was a close call. instead, he ignored her, staring straight ahead and not engaging. unfortunately, you were in his direct line of sight, sparring with mallory only a few metres away. alex picked up on this quickly, nudging his side. 

“you like watching y/n fight, huh?” she teased, smirking. damn, why did she have to be so perceptive?

“what? no. shut up.” magnus replied quickly, trying to hide his blush. “i mean… she’s a good fighter. not like i like her or anything like that.” 

“mhm. suuuure you don’t.” alex replied, definitely not believing him. fuck.

“i’m telling the truth!” magnus protested. god, how was arguing with alex harder than physically fighting her? 

“yeah. did you see her necklace today? pretty, right?”

“she’s not even wearing a neck- fuck.” magnus said instantly, before catching himself. 

“go to hell.”  he swore, glaring at alex, who was grinning at him in a way that reminded him a little too much of her mother. 

“you first.”

      3 + 4. blitzen & hearthstone

“magnus? magnus?”

a pale hand reached in front of magnus face, waving and then snapping its fingers, bringing him back to reality. he blinked and looked around at hearth and blitz, sitting across from him in the dining room of the chase space. hearth took his hand back to sign finally, raising his eyebrows sarcastically.

“your head’s way up in the clouds, kid.” blitz remarked, drumming his short, well manicured fingernails on the table, his silver engagement ring glinting.  he was right. magnus definitely was pretty out of it lately. 

probably thinking about y/n, hearth signed. jeez, why did every conversation he had have to be about you? and no, he most certainly was not thinking about you and your pretty eyes and your delicate hands and the way your ass looked in those jeans you were wearing yesterday… jesus fucking christ, he needed to stop.

 he buried his face in his hands and groaned loudly, then raised his head back up so hearth could read his lips, hoping that his blush wasn’t as visible as it felt. 

“i am not thinking about her.” he lied through his teeth. 

“there’s nothing wrong with having a crush, you know.”

ugh, why did they have to act so much like his dads? 

“i don’t have a crush!”

“kid, you’re a terrible liar. everyone can see the way you stare at that girl. now remember, if you’re doing anything intimate, you gotta use protection…”

that’s it. magnus couldn’t stand up from the table fast enough

 “nope! this conversation is ending right now. good talk!”

5. annabeth chase

magnus and annabeth had been walking around new york for the past three hours, trying to make up for the ten years spent apart.  annabeth had shown him her favorite library, and pointed out a bunch of cool architecture in nearby buildings, with a promise to show him and his friends camp half-blood in the summer.

 they were currently taking a break, stopping for lunch at a falafel place that wasn’t quite as good as fadlan’s, but it was still falafel. magnus was enjoying listening to annabeth talk about her architecture projects– she was taking online classes to prepare for the higher level of new rome university’s program. 

magnus loved listening to her talk about things he didn’t understand. as a child he’d always thought she was a genius, the way she always solved puzzles and math problems easily. ten years later, that theory still held up, hearing her go on about a bunch of terms he didn’t understand.

“sorry, i’m probably boring you to tears. you wanna talk about something else?”

annabeth offered.

“no, it’s fine… i really don’t have a lot going on.” magnus replied, smiling politely.

“come on. there’s gotta be something interesting.” an idea seemed to come to annabeth.

“you have a crush on anybody?”

magnus swallowed. 

“no.”

but he was too slow. those steel gray eyes that matched his own were locked on him like a hawk, or maybe an owl. 

“yes, you do. come on. spill!”

magnus stayed silent. he was not telling his cousin about his crushes, but those metallic eyes stayed locked on him. he eventually gave up. annabeth could be scary when she wanted to be.

“fine. fine. her name’s y/n…”

+1. jack

 it was movie night at the chase space. was magnus ever gonna stop calling it that? no. it was cool. shut up. the credits were rolling on some disney movie that alex had insisted on, and everyone else was slowly but surely making their way to their rooms, yawning as they said their good nights. you had been sitting next to magnus on the couch the whole time, and suffice it to say that he had had some trouble concentrating on the film.  

it was just you and him, you in your nirvana t-shirt and gray sweat shorts, and in that moment, he decided to tell you.

 you got up to leave, waving at him, and in a feat of bravery so incredible it would be studied by historians for centuries to come, magnus managed to work up the nerve to speak up. 

“hey, uh, can i talk to you for a sec?”

“sure? what’s up?” you asked as you sat back down.

jesus, what had he gotten himself into? it’s ok, magnus, you got this. you beat loki in a flyting. you can talk to a pretty girl. 

“uh, i was just thinking… i just…” off to a great start, aren’t we? fuck off, voice in his head. he can do this. he took a deep breath.

“i really like you. you're gorgeous and funny and so insanely smart. i’m an atheist but i’m praying to god you feel the same way. will you be my girlfriend?”

you bit your lip, breaking eye contact as you looked off into the distance. fuck. you were gonna say no and then he was never gonna be able to talk to you again and he was gonna have to change his name and move to canada…

“can i kiss you?” 

what.

there were a million things magnus expected you to say, but that was none of them. he managed to stutter out a simple “please…” and then you leaned forward and your lips were on his and magnus chase died.

this felt more like the end of his life than being knocked off a burning bridge and drowning did. his heart was beating a million times a second, and he seemed to have forgotten how breathing worked. your lips were softer than anything he’d ever felt before.

 he managed to reciprocate a little, mostly acting on instinct, and all he could think about was how astronomically better this was than jackie molotov in the seventh grade.

what was he supposed to do with his hands? he was pretty sure that keeping them at his side was the wrong answer, so he moved one to your waist and the other one to the back of your neck, tangling it gently in your soft hair as his lips moved against yours.

gods, he could have stayed like that until ragnarök, but his stupid sword had to ruin the moment. jack started buzzing on his neck sleepily, seeming to have been woken up ungraciously. he hoped that you couldn’t feel it, but that was pretty unlikely, considering how close you were to him. jeez, he was blushing more and more every time he thought about that. 

eventually, you pulled away, smiling a little. 

“good night, magnus.”

he nodded, unable to form words, and managed to stand up and walk back to his room, wide eyed, operating on autopilot. he walked into his room and immediately collapsed backwards onto the bed, staring at the ceiling without blinking, completely still. not a thought passed through his mind for at least ten minutes, till he finally was able to reach up and pull jack’s pendant off of his necklace.

“dude, what happened to blades before babes!?!”

[glitchedrabbit]

aaand we’re back!!! Puppet boy chapter 2!!!

i’m losing my mind with school but it is done!!

Puppet Boy

Chapter 2:

Something was wrong, Tony could feel it almost instantly since that night. There was nothing wrong with him, health-wise, he was in perfect shape and had no health issues, he was prescribed sleep medication to help him doze off to sleep, but there was no effect with them, he only now takes them to leave less worry to his mom.

But recently, he’s been acting even stranger according to Ellis, he’s been less aware and more zoned out and absent-minded, nothing like him at all. Tony Becker, always watching and learning, listening and writing out his discoveries; is now sitting around staring blankly at nothingness.

”Tony!” Ellis yelled out, finally pulling Tony out of his head.

“Jeez man, are you going deaf too?” Ellis chuckled, pulling him away from a crowd he was close to crashing into.

He was walking down the hall, notebook in hand, supposedly writing, but when he looked down at the opened book, he found nothing but a blank sheet. What was he going to write again?

”Sorry just— got really into the writing” he lied, slamming his notebook shut with one hand and holding it to his side, catching up to the same pace as Ellis and Greg.

The trio slid through the hall trying their best to avoid bumping into the other kids, eventually making it to their lockers and putting away their books.

“Are you still up with going to the Pizzaplex today Tony?” Ellis asked as he shut his locker and adjusted his backpack.

Tony rolled his eyes and scoffed.

”I already said I'm not allowed to go anywhere else after school anymore.” Tony pointed out. Ellis twisted his lips and sighed, he looked at Greg and raised a brow at him.

”What about you? Are you able to come with me, or do you also have an excuse to not come?” he teased, and Tony became reluctant. For some reason, he didn’t like the idea of Ellis being around Greg alone, especially when he had no clue of what his actions could be, Tony opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Greg.

“Yes, I'll be able to come with you, Ellis.” Greg finally responded, Ellis grinned, and his face seemed to immediately light up, he pulled Greg into a hug and cheered.

“Alright then! guess just the two of us this afternoon!!” Tony stared back at Greg, an unnerved feeling creeping up to his neck, he bit his lip.

“I could..” Tony hesitated, Ellis looked back at Tony with a gleeful smile, he assumed what Tony was going to say and already seemed excited, “I could…go I guess, my mom wouldn’t mind just this once.” He responded, Ellis cheered yet again, pulling both friends into his arms and wrapping his arms around the two boys’ necks,

“That’s the spirit man!” He smiled, wrapping his arms around the two boys' necks and beginning to walk out of the building.

—————————-

The Pizzaplex. Who knows how long it has been since Tony set foot into the building, he has been so scared to return, he had a whole lie about not being allowed to go anywhere alone after school, and he became fearful of this place, all because of that day. He only came today because he didn’t want the same for Ellis, his best friend, it’s only fair he does this, to prevent such an incident again.

Tony seldom took his eyes off of Greg the whole time they stayed there, and Greg noticed that he was, he would glance back at him now and then showing he was uncomfortable, but Tony didn’t seem to care. He was just trying to be a good friend, but at some point, he lost him.

Tony took his eyes off for a minute, looking around the arcade cabinets and still noticing GGY on the screen leaderboard, he felt regret rushing in like a wave. If only he listened to what everyone told him, maybe then he wouldn't be in such a situation, always itching for a mystery to be solved, only to become a mystery himself.

Tony glanced around, Greg was nowhere in his point of view anymore, Ellis was still at the arcade machine, eyes focused deeply onto the screen, his fingers tapping the buttons and his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth, having no other thoughts besides the game.

“Ellis, where's Greg?” Tony asked Ellis hummed in response, and Tony asked again.

“Ellis. Where's Greg.” having a bit more of an assertive tone this time. Ellis glanced around, looking to his left, where he once was, then to Tony, he turned back to his game.

“I don't know dude, he probably ran off, he's been acting strange lately…” Ellis didn’t seem to genuinely care what was happening around him, nor about the situation, his eyes darted side to side as he stared at the screen, jaw clenched. “Both of you have been acting strange.” He admitted, then went back to clicking on the buttons of the arcade cabinet.

Tony rolled his eyes and walked off in frustration at Ellis, some friend, Tony thought to himself. He didn't seem to hold onto that grudge for a long time, he's used to his best friend acting this way, but it does annoy Tony to the rotten core. Maybe it's because he is more mature than his best friend, Ellis.

Either way, Tony continued to walk around the Fazcade in search of Greg. He glanced at every short brown-haired boy he saw, he was nowhere. Tony began to feel a dread grow, there was no sign of Greg, he's checked everywhere. His ears began to ring, he could hear his breathing lose its rhythm, and his vision began to blur from the corner of his eyes.

Is this one of those episodes again, or is it a panic attack? Tony was not sure. He sat down at a nearby chair and began focusing on his breath,

“you're okay, you're okay.” He mumbled to himself. He closed his eyes shut to stop the throbbing pain piercing through his skull, after what felt like minutes, Tony seemed to settle down.

He kept his eyes shut, just his luck, he thought to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose. At least Ellis was okay, but that didn't mean it could be happening to someone else, he shot up scanning the area.

No one seemed to be in any sort of trouble or scared, everyone was smiling and laughing while either playing or watching a friend play, walking around talking their own stories and gossiping, it was all okay, everyone was okay.

That's when Tony finally spotted him, creeping around through a crowd of kids to the elevator, Tony scattered to his feet, his headaches magically disappeared into thin air and he ran down the stairs watching his step to avoid tripping and falling to the ground, cause that would DEFINITELY cause attention to him, he glanced back up to find the elevator door closing, “crap.” Tony mumbled under his breath.

He bit his lip, praying and hoping he would be able to catch up to Greg, if not. Who knows where he could be in a place this huge?

Tony ran to the elevator door, spamming the down button, the people around him looked at him suspiciously, and he chuckled awkwardly, trapping his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

The elevator door finally opened, he rushed inside and waited for others to enter, they were all then taken back to the auditorium. Tony rushed out and glanced at each side, Greg was nowhere yet again, Tony cursed under his breath.

“Come on Becker, think, think.” He rubbed his forehead thinking maybe it'll get his brain to start working. The backrooms of the Pizzaplex, his dream, he had considered himself crazy for thinking it, but he had to have that dream for some reason. Tony nodded to himself rushing through the pizzaplex and sneaking through the staff.

He made it, He found an entrance not so guarded and managed to sneak his way to the back of the pizzaplex, but he had no idea where exactly to go. He’s only been walking around mindlessly and when he hears some of the staff walking around he’s quick to hide, but he hasn’t heard them in a while now.

Suddenly he heard footsteps again, but they weren’t heavy like an adult's, they were light and quiet, Tony stood still in his tracks listening to the newly discovered steps, they were right around the corner. Tony hid behind the wall waiting for the footsteps to walk by, his heart raced out of his chest, and once he heard them grow closer he prayed the person wouldn’t turn the corner to his hall, once the steps passed he crept to the end of the hall and peeked out.

There he was, Greg. He found him, he looked stressed, his pace matching his emotion, Tony almost began to sneak down the hall, but hesitated, it seemed Greg had no idea he was being followed and with the way Tony’s trust has been with him lately, he was overthinking the worst case scenario.

Instead, he tread softly behind him, hiding behind boxes and what seemed to be carts full of dirty laundry, eventually Greg made it to a destination, they seemed far from the pizzaplex, the faint music that Tony had heard before was completely gone, and the only sound is the sound of the old fluorescent lights buzzing, that’s another thing, this area of the pizzaplex seems abandoned and no longer used, what could Greg possibly be doing around here.

Greg pushed through the doors and walked in, Tony had enough, he rushed to the door and slid in, Greg turned around and his expression was in full surprise.

“Tony?” he said astounded, Tony walked to him hands in fist, pulled Greg by the shoulders, and made direct eye contact at him.

“What are you doing here?” Greg asked again, Tony didn’t answer, he wanted his questions answered first.

“I could ask you the same question, Greg.” Tony alluded, Greg bit his lip, glanced around the area, and dragged Tony down to the dark hall, Tony yelped as he was pulled from his stance.

”I didn’t want to tell you this because I knew you weren’t going to like it.” Greg responded, he kept his eyes forward, avoiding any eye contact with Tony. Tony grit his teeth and yanked away from Greg’s grip, Greg turned around.

”Tell me what?” Tony yelled, “How do you expect me to not be mad? I've been acting so differently since that day we hung out, and the only thing you have told me was about a virus!” his body shook, was it adrenaline or fear? Either way, he was going mad with all of this nonsense happening in his life, he needed answers, and he wasn’t letting Greg get away this time. “So tell me. What happened that afternoon!”

Greg seemed calm, but also tense; he was acting extremely off and Tony could notice this. He then raised his hands to try and reassure Tony, “Tony, keep your voice down!” he whispered, glancing around the room more, he was looking for someone.

“You expect me to just be calm and collected after two weeks! I’ve been losing my mind!” Tony panicked, “You have to tell me what’s wrong, if not, I don’t know what’s going to happen to me!” He begged, hands gripping onto Greg’s arms.

Greg watched Tony lamentably, his eyes glistening in the only source of light that lit the room, he watched Tony with them, he could see his fear, He stared blankly at his friend.

“Tony..I—“

A loud thud echoes into the room, and the two boys jolt and turn toward the sound, at the door, a tall figure stands still. Tony took a closer inspection at the figure, they seemed to be in a sort of suit, they had glowing red eyes and rabbit ears, the rabbit held a knife in one hand and twirled it around as if it was some toy. Tony glanced at Greg, he frowned at Tony as he walked over to the tall figure walking towards them.

”Vanny, you’re here.” he hesitated, and Vanny only scoffed, pushing him aside and walking toward Tony instead.

“You can quit the act now Rab, he’s here now.” A slight robotic voice spoke, it was a woman. There was a person in the suit, their movements were fluid and their steps were light, graceful even, she gripped her knife with cherish.

Tony backed away from Vanny as she crept closer to him, Her eyes were cartoonishly large and glowing red, her mask had a wide-open grin, her entire suit seemed home made, there were patches that did not match the color of the suit and you could see the hand sewn stitches from his point of view, but he couldn’t read her expression at all, he had no idea what this person was thinking.

“Wait, Rab?” Tony remembered, Rab. The story, Greg’s pen name. It all finally came together for Tony, that afternoon at the pizzaplex, the weird dream, was a memory, something about that afternoon, Greg was behind all of this, and he did something to him.

“Did you honestly think that he had no idea you were following him?” Vanny giggled behind her grinned bunny mask, “The boss wants to see you, finally, one-on-one they said.” Tony panicked as he stared into the eyes of Vanny, he lost focus of his own steps and tripped on his own feet, slamming head-first down onto the ground, and everything went dark yet again.

[mrplantfr]

Adam x loyal reader

I've never done this sorta thing so its definitely gonna be trash lmao

Warning!// major nsfw, swearing, religion. Minors, DNI

Adam and you were always together all day, and always talked about eachother. And, when you two got married, things just got more and more worse. By that, I mean obsession over eachother. Wearing eachother's clothes, using same products, always spooning when sleeping, per names, etc. Yk, the usual. Part of it was because he didn't want to loose you like his last wives.

One morning, your husband woke you up at the ass crack of dawn like a child on Christmas. He was estatic saying "Babe, c'mon! Wake up! Get up right now, please!". All you could do was groan and half assedly try to get up.

When you were finally awake completely, (sort of) you asked "Why are you even waking me up at four in the morning?" "Well," he responded "lucifer doesn't know i have a wife again, so I was thinking we could go to a meeting to show off I have a hot wife and he's rotting in hell! Doesn't that sound fun!?" No, it wasn't going to be, but he was so insecure and he looked so happy, you just had to.

As you were walking there, he was gushing saying how happy and excited he was to shove it in that he was married to a hottie and he couldn't steal you. But you were pretty concerned. You knew he was going to try and pull the same stuff as lillith and eve, but you knew it wouldn't work. But, you knew it would hurt your partner, wich hurt to think about. Of course, you held his arm the whole time.

When you arrived, you sat on Adam's lap instead of a chair, to make things clear. (And his dad bod made it really comfortable). "Jeez, its been half an hour, he should be here by now." you mentioned. "Don't worry your sexy little head off, it's gonna be worth it." He said in a villainous type of tone. All the sudden, BAM, the door flew open and lucifer stormed in. And then he noticedyou. "So, whos the lady? Rawrrr~" lucifer asked Adam. "My wife" he said smugly. "Oh, well," he leaned towards you "is this fatso really satisfying you, or is it pity?". Adam's giddy grin turned to an upset frown immediately. "YES I DO" he screamed, slaming hand on the table. "I asked her, not you." He said smugly. "So, be honest: what pain does he put you through in the sack?"

You immediately got up, "He is far better than you. You might think you can steal me like those two other tasteless home wrecking assholes, but not me, I have dignity in who I marry. Get your sorry ass away from me and my husband, with your lonely divorced ass who gave your daughter daddy issues." You pointed to the door, as he was taken aback. Adam was stunned, yet also thought it was hot not gonna lie.

Lucifer quickly stepped out, while you sat back on Adam's lap satisfied with what you had done. Adam stayed silent, but not for long. "Babe, that was- FUCKING HOT." He was hard as a rock, and you noticed. "I can tell, but, I love you. I wouldn't leave you for that twig." you said reassuringly, stroking his hair with your hands. A quick peck on the cheek from you and he carried you bridal style home, lovestruck. And when you got there, he was sure to fuck you shamelessly.

He threw you on the bed and ripped your pants off immediately. He didn't have time to take his robe off though, he just rolled it up and started thrusting. Your back was bouncing up and down off the mattress, making LOUD creaking sounds, and it was delightful. "A-adam~ fuck, ngh~" you moaned. "Scream for me, bitch." And you complied. "Fuck- THATS SO HOT" you screamed. with a load tone. He eventually took his cock out, and you were creaming like a mad man. "P-please~" you begged him to not stop, but then he, without warning, shoved two of his massive claws in your clit. "FUCK, BABE" you screamed in pleasure, surprisingly, the claws didn't hurt, or the pleasure was covering it up. He was happy with the screamed you made, music to his ears. "You're gonna love giving me head later, huh?" He said. "Y-yes, babe-" all the sudden, he stopped that too. You were upset, but let out a loud sigh, when all the sudden, he pulled you by your collar on your shirt. "You gonna show me what you're capable of, sweetie~?", he asked flirtingly. "Y-yes, anything for you."

"Good~" he said. Then you pulled your head down between his legs and put his tip in your mouth. You swirling your tongue around it made him groan. "F-fuck, babe-" he said under his breath, he was tired, but not too tired to get head at least. Then you started bobbing your head, slowly but damn, it felt good. He was making indescribable noises, but he was enjoying every moment.

Eventually, you two were too tired to continue, so you put your clothes back on and went to bed. "Good night, hot stuff." He said, before passing out. "Night, babe" you said as you kissed his forehead and went to bed aswell, holding eachother in a warm embrace.

WOW, that was a weird first fanfic, but I liked it. Tell me what you guys think and please don't bully me TVT

[ohgodimafraud]

allergic to touching grass - t/diapt (u/rushihara)

this fic is like just over 1k words and takes place s2e13 when theyre all weeding bc the landlady asked them to and the demons are all paranoid about the Girl Talk situation. i j think he shoudve sneezed the entire time idk.

“You haven’t moved from that spot in an eternity, Urushihara!”

Urushihara squinted up without moving his head at the cause of the sudden shade from the overbearing sun. Though he generally considered Ashiya’s complaints to be a nuisance, he found the scolding easier to tune out than the summer’s heat. Eventually the rampage would end if he pretended to try.

He made a point of ripping out a singular weed a few centimeters from his shoe.

“For shame! You didn’t uproot it properly. Miss Sasaki is doing far more of the work than you.”

“Ugh, dude, lay off.” He rubbed at his eyes with the heel of one of his hands, and when that did nothing but aggravate it more, he took a portion of the cooling towel hanging around his neck to scrub at his eyes and nose. “It’s too hot and I’m all ih-itchy. I agreed to some light weeding,” he paused to sniffle twice, “not cooking out here indefinitely.”

“It’s not even been thirty minutes.”

“Would go faster if you’d leave me alone.”

“Sire, please!” Ashiya cried out to Maou like a wife begging her husband to discipline their delinquent child. Japan really had done a number on them all.

The wind whooshed a few falling leaves across the yard. 

Maou sighed. “Sorry you had to see this,” he mumbled to Chiho, who was generally too happy to be there to care about their eccentricities. “C’mon, guys. Behave for once.”

Suzuno gave Maou a long, silent stare as she walked past him. He huffed in response and averted his gaze from her judgment. If looks could kill, she wouldn’t need that mallet.

Urushihara squinted up at the sun as he ripped out another singular weed and put it to rest with its brethren. It was starting to feel like he had inhaled fluffy dandelion seeds and they’d gotten stuck up his nose, though it was highly unlikely considering that those weren’t even the weeds that were growing on the property. His vision had gone from blurry to bleary, only briefly clearing when he squeezed out another irritated tear. The itch in his nose had blossomed into something monstrous and requiring all of his focus. He grabbed the end of the towel and brought it up to his nose while his breath hitched fruitlessly.

Maou looked up from his task. “Dude, are you crying?”

“No, i-iht’s…Hehh…ugh, my n-nose ihh-is…hihh…” 

“Ah,” he said, nodding and waving his hand dismissively, “Take your time.”

Urushihara managed to open his eyes enough to shoot him a glare before pitching down into a portion of the towel. “KSHHH’ieeh! hh…Ehkshhiih! HYSHHHh’ieeh! Guhh…sh-shuttup!”

“Don’t talk to his majesty in such a disrespectful manner!”

“ihYESHhh’iehh!” Urushihara responded, cheeks turning a pink flush to match the visible irritation of his nose. 

Maou sighed again. Nothing could ever be easy. It was bad enough that Chiho, Emi, and Bel were hiding something, but now this task was being dragged out and Urushihara was once again looking worse for the wear. It wasn’t like this would hinder their investigation—if anything gave them more of a reason to visit the bathhouse afterwards—but still, he was wondering if subjecting his laziest demon general to this moderate manual labor was worth it when he was barely contributing anyway. “Jeez…you good?”

“Do I, like,” he started in a deadpan tone, paused to sniffle and consequently sneezed from exasperating the tickle in his nose, “hihgKxshh’ih! s-sound good?” He scrubbed at his nose from behind the towel that had turned into a rough excuse for a tissue. 

“Always with the theatrics,” Ashiya mumbled, diligently pulling the weeds in Urushihara’s vicinity. 

“Dude, that’s yihh—IHtSHHh’ighh! Guh…shit!” He rubbed his eyes so he could roll them properly at Ashiya. “That’s your thing, not mine.” 

“How dare you!”

Suzuno, who had already had enough of her neighbors this afternoon, interrupted the start of what likely would turn into another pointless tiff with a neutral observation. “Lucifer, your face is looking blotchy. Could it be an allergy?”

“Dude, what else would it be?” He rubbed his nose and scowled at the multiple pairs of eyes on him. The urge to sneeze refused to subside or even significantly diminish in spite of all of his efforts. Pawing At his nose seemed to exasperate his suffering. “hNGT’SHHuh!” he sneezed, failing to suppress it. It left his ears ringing and his nose burning. He gave a dry cough and shifted his head so his side bang would cover more of his face. “IhhGKhshh’ieh!

“You were fine on the farm, though,” Maou said, furrowing his brow. 

“I think the pollen count is really bad today,” Chiho supplied gently as she approached them. She found a packet of tissues in her bag and offered it to Urushihara like he hadn’t thrown her off a building only months ago. Bygones and all that. He accepted it wordlessly, without so much as making eye contact. “Different locations have different types of it too.”

“What, he’s allergic to touching grass now?” Maou sighed as Urushihara blew his nose noisily into one of the tissues. “Hey, at least say thank you, man.”

“He can’t ride in a car, be near a small cat, can’t clean, and apparently can’t venture outside. What can he do?”

Urushihara glared at the grass and muttered obscenities under his breath and something about hacking government databases before sneezing again, fumbling to bring a clean tissue to his nose. 

“Give the poor guy a break,” Chiho interjected, trying to keep the peace as always, “This isn’t his fault.”

“Please, Sasaki-san,” Ashiya said gravely, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose, “He’s happy to have an excuse to laze about. Last week he pretended to have arthritis to shirk his one task of folding the laundry.”

“Dude…really?”

Chiho and Suzuno stared at him.

“I just said my hand was cramping up!” Urushihara’s voice cracked as he yelled.

“From playing all of those incessant games!”

“Can we not air out all our dirty laundry right now?” Maou slumped forwards, his smile hanging by a thread. “For once?”

Ashiya bowed and swore to pick up the slack, and Urushihara went a few yards south to continue sneezing his way through the remaining tissues in the pack. By the time the weeding was finished, Emi had arrived to whisk away Bel and Chiho. Just as planned. 

“ehTSshhh’ieuh!”

Kind of. 

Emi immediately rolled her eyes at Urushihara and commented, “Wow, he looks like even more of a hot mess than usual.”

“...shut up.” 

[vshthestmpede]

Hello ✨ requesting a how knives would react to reader showing him interest and affection 🤍 based on the manga, he’s always wanted a deep connection with humans as a kid so does this make him feel any specific kind of way ? This precious plant baby is hard headed im sure 🥺

knives + a whole new feeling

word count; 610

warnings; awkwardness, but overall adorable dorkiness

note; tysm for requesting!! i'm currently reading the manga and all of the characters are growing on me, especially knives! he really does seem like he's just super misguided n just wants to do the right thing in his mind. still getting a feel for writing knives so please feel free to critique <3

cross-posted to ao3

you were tentative to approach knives lately and he had picked up on this. usually you were always trying to get his attention, to spend time with him even when he pushed you away. at first, he kept pushing the feeling of worry away and told himself that it was nothing.

as one quiet day turned into a week, knives found himself growing more worried about you and pondered what could've caused this sudden change in behavior.

have i been too mean to them? did i say the wrong thing?

he would try to cut the thoughts before they got too out of hand, reminding himself of who he was and what he should be focusing on: the plants. however, it was almost impossible not to notice how lonely it got without you constantly around.

maybe that's why he found himself gravitating towards your room and maybe that's why he was staring at the closed door, fist frozen inches from it.

is this a good idea? he faltered for a second, then regained his posture. it won't hurt to ask them what's been going on. humans love talking about their feelings. just a few minutes and then back to normal. right? yeah, great, so just kno-

knives almost screamed when you opened your door suddenly, stumbling backwards. you jumped at the unexpected presence, covering your heart with your hand as you let out a shaky sigh.

"jeez, you really scared me," you managed and knives gulped, a sudden nervousness washing over him. "is there something you needed?"

fidgeting with the long sleeves of his cloak, knives couldn't seem to shake this odd feeling no matter how he tried. you raised an eyebrow and looked up and down the hallway before stepping back into your room, offering the haven of privacy to him as well.

"thank you," he murmured as he slipped by you into your room, watching you as you closed the door and took a seat on the edge of your bed.

"c'mon, sit." you patted the spot next to you, to which he obliged silently. "now, what's bothering you?"

knives cleared his throat, avoiding your gaze as he spoke, "well, i haven't really. . .seen you around and i, um, have been wondering what you've been up to."

you snorted into your hand but as soon as knives turned to furrow his brow at you, you burst into laughter. he stared at you as you fell back onto the bed, gasping for air.

"i'm sorry? what's so funny, (name)?" knives peered down at you and you wiped your eyes, regaining your composure. "did i say something?"

"no, no," you assured, "i'm just laughing at myself. i thought i was annoying you, knives, with all my affectionate advances so i decided to take a step back."

"affectionate? you -"

he stopped short, all the pieces in his brain clicking into place. the little gifts you've been bringing, the times you'd stick around late to listen to his rambling, the way you would go out of your way to spend time with him?

"oh my god, why didn't you say something sooner?" an embarrassed warmth spread over his cheeks rapidly and you sat up, poking him in the face.

"because i wasn't sure you felt that way about me," you admitted, pinching his reddened cheek playfully. "so, now that it's out in the open, is everything okay?"

"i'd like you to keep doing the affectionate stuff," he admitted meekly. "it makes me feel. . .warm inside. wanted. a feeling i didn't know existed. please, continue?"

"gladly," you responded quietly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "expect more than what i've done before, okay?"

[skepsiss]

Reflection: Eddie's POV

This is a 4 part mini-series about the Fruity Four. It's 1989 and Steve, Eddie, and Robin are visiting Hawkins over winter break. Nancy has invited them all over for a little Christmas get-together, and we read from the point of view of each member of the crew across 1 event.

I wrote these pieces to be read in any order, so... enjoy some Steddie, vague Ronance, Vickie x Robin, and just the Fruity Four being... fruity.

Dialogue prompt "You Remember That?" for @thefreakandthehair's Spicy Six Winter Fanworks Challenge. Page break/border by @/alderdoodle.bsky.social on Bluesky.

Rating: T Words: 3,072 CW: Swearing, scars/injury, sexual language

Steve's Part Robin's Part Nancy's Part Eddie's Part

Nancy shut the door and Eddie stepped awkwardly down the front stoop with Steve’s help. He was treating Eddie like he was some kind of delicate ballerina or something, and it only vaguely bothered Eddie because he was wearing Nancy’s coat. He had left his proper winter coat at home by mistake, and of course tonight of all nights the weather gods had decided to launch Hawkins into a snowstorm. Just his luck, really—especially after he had bet Steve that their rental car wouldn’t get stuck in the snow during their visit. He had been dead wrong and now their only way back to the trailer was by foot and well… the trailer park was on the opposite side of town. 

“Hey Steve,” someone greeted from behind them, and Eddie slowly turned. “Hey Nance, where are—-oh.”

It was Mike, and he actually took half a step back when Eddie turned to look at him.

“Eddie?” He asked, looking startled before his brows creased, and his mouth tried to form words for a question.

“I forgot my coat,” Eddie said with a sharp frown, sounding vaguely threatening. “One word, Wheeler, and you’re dead meat.”

“Jeez—okay, I just wanted to—-sorry,” Mike replied, sounding defensive despite folding easily under Eddie’s glare.

“Hey, Mike,” Steve responded, leaning around Eddie slightly before tugging him in beside him. “We’re just leaving. We’ll be back around in a few days, probably, though.”

“Uh, yeah, cool, I was actually hoping I’d catch you before you left, Eddie. I can’t find the like initiation stuff you used for us when we first joined Hellfire, where is it? Do you remember that?”

“Uhhh….” Eddie replied, a bit stunned at being made to remember something so long ago—it was only 2 years, but he could hardly remember what he ate for breakfast sometimes.

“Theatre costume room, maybe?” He replied, shrugging. “I really don’t remember, dude. I’ll ponder on it, though, see if I can unlock something out of Mordenkainen's Tome.”

The two of them exchanged a chuckle at Eddie’s reference before they properly parted ways.

Steve trudged across the lawn, and Eddie shivered in his wake as he followed his footsteps through the snow. He took Steve’s hand once again when they reached the sidewalk and tucked in close to his side.

“Whose Mortem… Mortemkinim?” Steve asked, his voice lacking shyness for needing clarification. They had gotten well past the point of Steve needing to be embarrassed about asking for clarification on nerd stuff.

“Mordenkainen,” Eddie corrected lightly, “he’s like an arch-mage in Greyhawk who invents a bunch of magic… things. Has these planar tomes he has forbidden knowledge in and all that.”

“DnD shit?” Steve asked, raising a brow.

“DnD shit,” Eddie confirmed with a chuckle.

“You’re such a fucking nerd,” Steve teased, and Eddie glanced up to see him rolling his eyes. He was smiling still, though, which made Eddie grin back.

“You loooooovvveee it,” Eddie singsonged, knocking his temple against Steve’s head gently. “Got a fetish for it or something.”

“Excuse me?” Steve asked, accusatory, leaning away from Eddie with a laugh. “How the hell is that a fetish? What are your sources, Munson?”

“Uh, my eyes?” Eddie replied acrimoniously. “My eyes, my mouth, my ass–”

“Okay, enough, we have to walk for another thirty minutes at least, I don’t need this right now.”

Eddie snorted but relented, pleased that he had won that debate.

“It is nice, though,” Eddie said after a few moments of silence. He looked at the sky as they walked, watching the fluffy flakes of snow falling down on them. “Hawkins looking like this. Quiet… walking around the streets with you… holding your hand.”

Eddie looked back at Steve, who smiled faintly at him. He looked soft and despite how cold it was outside, Eddie could swear he felt heat radiating off of Steve from how much he glowed. He looked positively smitten.

Eddie had to look away, and he grinned down at the sidewalk instead, chuckling in an almost shy way.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Eddie swallowed, chewing his lip a bit out of nervousness. Steve could still make his chest and stomach explode with butterflies, even all these years later.

“Like what?” Steve asked, sounding amused as he nudged Eddie’s shoulder with his own.

“Like that–” Eddie laughed, leaning away dramatically from Steve’s friendly shoulder check. “Like you’re completely satisfied with life and more in love with me than anything else in the world.”

“I am in love with you…” Steve replied softly, and Eddie reached up and pulled the brim of his beanie down over his eyes.

He was grinning like an idiot, and Eddie could feel his cheeks cramping from how happy he was. He was being foolish and perhaps a bit juvenile, but he loved hearing Steve say things like that. It was so soft, and it made his heart soar like nothing else.

“You’re so fucking cute…” Steve complimented, which made Eddie pull his hat down further and groan.

“God, shut up,” he huffed, on the verge of giggling.

Eddie hadn’t anticipated it, but suddenly Steve’s arms were around his middle as he was being picked up off his feet.

Eddie shrieked with laughter, the hold only lasting for a moment before Steve was leaning over his shoulder and kissing his neck and cheek.

“Stop it!” Eddie whooped, trying to wriggle from Steve’s hold as he bent at the waist to get away. It didn’t do much to help except pull Steve further over his shoulder, so they were both shuffling gracelessly through the snow.

“I can’t,” Steve chastised, still kissing at what little bits of skin he could reach. “You’re just so goddamn adorable.”

He pulled the brim of Eddie’s hat up, and Eddie couldn’t control the giggles that escaped him as he feebly pulled away from his boyfriend. God, they were acting like such teenagers. They were so stupid. They were so stupid and so in love, and Eddie wouldn’t change a single second of it.

“I’m not adorable,” Eddie complained, still smiling, but his laughter had died down. “I’m supposed to be a metal-god. Devil spawn, heart-breaker extraordinaire!”

He heard Steve chuckle in his ear before relenting and giving him one good kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah, a metal-god that makes me buy chocolate milk for him and who watches Banjo the Woodpile Cat on repeat when he’s feeling sentimental. Which is like… at least once a month.” Steve retorted, still grinning as he moved back to Eddie’s side.

“Shut up, man,” Eddie laughed, punching Steve in the shoulder as they continued to walk. “You promised you wouldn’t tell anyone that on pain of death.”

“You see anyone else around?” Steve asked, gesturing to the empty streets.

The orange glow of the street lights was making velvety shadows spread across the snow, the various Christmas lights from people’s yards joining in to create a nativity of colours. It was romantic, and it felt like they had slipped into a nulspace or the ethereal realm where they were the only ones around. It felt gossamer, and Eddie found himself longing for the old streets of Hawkins that he had so readily left behind a little over a year ago. 

“Just you, handsome,” Eddie replied, regaining a bit of his composure as he took Steve’s hand again. 

It was Steve’s turn to chuckle with flattery, and Eddie took the pause in their conversation to hustle ahead of Steve slightly.

“If there was someone around,” Eddie asked, striking a dramatic pose as he put his hand on his waist and cocked his hip. “You think they’d recognize me?”

Steve snorted at him and continued to walk, seemingly unfazed by Eddie’s antics.

“Doubt it,” Steve teased, poking Eddie in the stomach as he passed. Eddie flinched away with a smirk, despite not being able to feel the touch through the heavy parka. 

“That thing does wonders for your waist, though, makes you look curvy as hell.��

“Awww, you miss the curves, Steve?” Eddie asked, only feeling thin-skinned as he trotted up beside his boyfriend again. Despite them dating for two years, Eddie still had these moments of fear and anxiety over their relationship. Steve had been such a womanizer before they started dating—and he had pulled it off well, too. Every woman loved him. But he had somehow settled for thin-as-a-rail, chaos-gremlin, Eddie Munson who hardly had an ass for Steve to grab.

“Sometimes,” Steve admitted, and Eddie felt his stomach drop as he went quiet.

“But,” Steve shrugged, seemingly unbothered. “I’d miss a whole lot more than curves if I lost you.”

Eddie snorted at that and looked away again, Steve’s comment helping to banish his insecurities for now. 

Yeah… if they broke up—gods forbid—hearing that Steve would miss his body and what he had to offer felt reassuring. Despite hardly having an ounce of meat on his bones, he knew Steve found him attractive. He had heard it and seen it in the way Steve stared at him; how his breath hitched when Eddie stood at the foot of the bed with nothing on. He knew Steve found him attractive… it just felt difficult sometimes to stand in front of a literal Greek god—a man carved from marble in the likeness of the hero of Troy—and compare himself to that. Steve was positively radiant. 

“You getting in your head again?” Steve asked, which shook Eddie from his reverence. He blinked at Steve and then stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend.

“Only a little,” he admitted, looping his arm with Steve’s once again. 

They were a little more than halfway to the trailer park, and Eddie breathed deep as he felt his nose begin to tingle from the cold.

“Can we have a bath when we get back?” Eddie asked, swinging Steve’s arm a bit as they walked, needing to release some of the energy that was building in his limbs.

“A bath?” Steve asked, letting Eddie manhandle him however he liked. “It’ll be 11 at night by the time we’re back.”

“Yeah, so?” Eddie retorted, looking at Steve as if he was an idiot. “We’re on vacation, 11 pm baths aren’t anywhere near the freaky shit I want to get up to.” 

“Oh, I’ll be sure to mark that down and check off ‘breakfast in bed,’ ‘12 pm wake-up calls,’ and ‘assembling Christmas puzzles on the living room rug’ on the freaky list,” Steve replied sarcastically. 

Eddie smacked Steve’s arm with the back of his hand, the action having no real force behind it.

“God, am I getting boring?” Eddie asked, snorting slightly. But the question tickled a small part of his brain, reminding him that all of those things were painfully boring. 

He still had the goal of becoming a Rock Star, but he was less driven than he had been as a teen. 

Rock fame had been the only thing that was going to get him away from Hawkins-–away from his old man’s shadow—but along came Steve Harrington, who had whisked him away. Eddie was content now, and that was odd for him. He wasn’t sure if he had ever been content in his life before now. 

“I don’t think you’re boring,” Steve offered, awkwardly trudging his way through a snow drift and then offering his hand to Eddie to help him over it. Eddie didn’t need help, and he casually refused Steve’s hand in favour of making his own path.

“But that might just be because I’m pretty boring,” Steve admitted, watching Eddie as he struggled through the snow. 

It was denser than Eddie had realized, and he regretfully had pants that were not suited for this kind of weather. He didn’t exactly want to get them wet, since they had another twenty minutes of walking left.

“You’re not—boring,” Eddie huffed, awkwardly shifting and sticking his arms out to balance himself so he wouldn’t fall over. “You’re a badass. B-A-D-D… ass.”

He was concentrating on not falling and not paying attention at all to the fact that he had spelled ‘bad’ wrong. Eddie had at least made it to the crest of the drift, but now he was regretting his trajectory.

“And now I’m boring,” Steve said lightly. He reached for Eddie and grabbed his waist, hoisting him up easily enough and depositing him on the road. The move almost looked practised—like Steve was in a ballet and Eddie was some damsel leaping from the porch and into his lover’s arms so they could do the two-step for an audience. Really, the effort on Steve’s part hadn’t been too great, but it was still mind-blowingly hot. 

“I like it that way.”

Steve was still talking, saying something about being boring and how he liked that his life was much simpler now. He’d had enough adventure for a lifetime in the span of 3 years, and he was content to have people think he was dull. Unfazed and unbothered by the notion that someone would dismiss him out of hand or think of him as ‘uncool.’

Eddie was just admiring him and wondering how anyone could look at Steve and think he was boring. 

“What’re you going to do when I become famous?” Eddie asked, his words dreamy and distracted sounding.

Steve looked at him properly, and Eddie could see his boyfriend’s eyes scanning his face.

“Do I have to be famous too?” Steve asked, sounding vaguely amused.

“You’re good-looking,” Eddie shrugged, “you’d sell tabloids.”

“I think you’re good-looking enough to sell your own tabloid,” Steve retorted, teasing, but obviously flattering Eddie of purpose.

Eddie glanced away again, but this time there was less smiling and more shame. He was shy still, but insecurity etched into his brain thinking about himself plastered across a magazine cover.

“I don’t know… might be a bit hard convincing everyone of that,” Eddie said quietly, “cause…”

Eddie gestured vaguely at his jaw, motioning toward the scar that jutted up his neck and along his jaw. The skin was ropey and stretched looking since the wound had healed poorly, and he didn’t have the money for plastic surgery to fix it. Instead, he just hid the mar with his hair and tried to forget about it when he was in public. It was an insecurity, and Eddie feared that even in the metal scene he wouldn’t be palatable. Before the attack, he had sort of always relied on being decent-looking in order to help his career along, especially when he did his eye makeup for the stage. 

He wished it didn’t bother him. 

“How many times do I have to tell you this?”

Steve’s words were soft, and they pulled Eddie’s attention as he flicked his gaze up toward his boyfriend.

Steve was reaching forward, and Eddie flushed slightly as Steve ran cold fingers over the side of his neck and then soothed his thumb along Eddie’s jaw. He was touching the scar even though that spot had dulled nerves. He was touching the scar and staring at Eddie with such gentle affection that Eddie’s breath hitched. 

Two years. Two years and just a look from Steve could make Eddie feel weightless.

“You’re gorgeous…” Steve complimented, his eyes flicked across Eddie’s face as if he was taking all of him in. He truly looked captivated, and Eddie couldn’t help but stare back at Steve with stunned awe; his eyes large and his heart feeling like it was going to beat out of his chest. 

“If someone is bothered by this,” Steve commented, running his thumb over the scar again, “then they’re an idiot. Plus, it’s badass, right?”

Eddie huffed a small breath at Steve’s comment, feeling as if he had to deny the compliment, but also feeling incredibly touched by the reassurance. He wasn’t sure if that was right, but Steve didn’t seem to bat an eye at his scars-–and not in an effort to ignore them, either. 

Instead of looking away this time, Eddie glanced down the road both ways. It was night, and the wind had let up, making way for lazy snowflakes to fall silently down on Hawkins. No one was out, and it was late enough that even the windows of people’s porches were out. No one would recognize him anyway. 

Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s neck and ducked in for a kiss, feeling terribly romantic as he indulged in the slow affection.

Steve didn’t resist in the least, and Eddie sighed through his nose as Steve wrapped his other arm around Eddie’s middle and continued to stroke along the scar on his face. 

They stayed like that for a while, kissing quietly, until eventually Eddie brushed his lips against Steve’s cheek and tucked into his neck for a warm embrace.

“You tired?” Steve asked against his ear, kissing the side of his hat where his ear should be. He dropped his other hand to Eddie's waist and swayed them slightly, leaving lingering kisses against Eddie’s temple now and again.

Eddie just nodded slowly; the exhaustion of the day had caught up to him, and he felt like crawling into a warm bed with Steve and snuggling up as close as possible to him. Eddie was so in love… he was so in love, and Steve took such good care of him. There was no one else in the world that he loved more than Steve, and it baffled Eddie still that Steve felt the same way about him.

“Come on,” Steve said gently, slowly breaking their embrace and taking Eddie’s hand to lead him down the street.

Eddie lamely fell in behind his boyfriend and pressed against the back of his shoulder so he could half lean his cheek on Steve’s shoulder while they walked.

Everything felt so wonderful and warm despite the bitter cold. They were still ten minutes away from the trailer, but Eddie didn’t really mind all that much. It almost felt like he could doze off with how slowly he was shuffling with Steve. The holiday season had never been one of relaxation for Eddie before he started dating Steve, but now he felt like maybe he could relate to all those crummy Christmas movies and how love and peace they were. Steve made everything feel a bit brighter.

Gods… he loved this man. In all Eddie’s years on this godforsaken planet, he never thought he’d be so lucky as to date a man like Steve Harrington. 

[captaincoldzero]

Civil War (Part 2) | Steve Rogers x Hawks Male Reader

Fandom: Marvel

A/N: I know it took me a long time to bring the continuation, but all these months I was in a huge block. Anyway this is the continuation of the last story I posted.

A/N.2: Sorry for any mistake, but English is not my first language.

Steve Rogers meets Reader: here

Civil War (Part 1): here

‒ I don't know if you guys made this official yet, but did you get out of the front seat to sit next to your boyfriend? ‒ Sam complained about the backseat he shared with Bucky.

Any move one of them made hit the other, starting a small fight between the two. Steve just looked smiling at Y/N.

‒ No offense, but I'm more important than you, Wilson. ‒ Y/N responds looking in the car's rear view mirror.

‒ You can fly, why did you come in here? ‒ Sam asked, hitting Bucky with his arm who had done the same thing.

Y/N hugged his backpack with his feathers, but didn't respond to Sam who was distracted by another fight with Bucky. Steve drove to the airport he had scheduled to meet Clint.

He parked next to the van Clint was driving.

‒ Cap. ‒ Clint spoke when he saw Steve get out of the car.

The two shook hands. Y/N got out of the car, opening space for Sam and Bucky to get out later. While Wanda gets out of the van's passenger seat.

‒ You know I wouldn't have called If I had any other choice.

‒ Hey man, you're doing me a favor. Besides, I owe a debt. ‒ He spoke looking at Wanda.

‒  Thanks for having my back. ‒ Steve said.

‒  It was time to get off my ass. ‒ Wanda crossed her arms decisively.

‒ Who is he? ‒ Clint asks when he saw Y/N approaching.

‒ This is Y/N, he will help us too.

‒ Are you a famous avengers archer? ‒ Y/N asked as he shook Clint's hand.

‒ Famous is one way of saying it. ‒ Clint said smiling.

‒  How about our other recruit? ‒ Steve asked.

‒ He's rarin' to go. Had to put a little coffee in him, but… ‒ Clint opened the van door, startling the man who appeared to be sleeping. ‒ He should be good.

Steve and Sam looked at each other, curious about the new recruit.

‒ What timezone is this? ‒ Scott said as he got out of the van.

‒ Come on. Come on. ‒ Clint gave Scott a light push.

Scott greets Steve, with an emotional look on his face.

‒ Captain America. ― Scott spoke, extending his hand to shake Steve's hand.

‒ Mr. Lang.

‒ It's an honor. I'm shaking your hand too long. ‒ He spoke when he realized he still hadn't let go of Steve's hand. ‒ Wow! This is awesome! Captain America. ‒ Scott spoke, looking at Wanda behind him. ‒ I know you, too. You're great! ‒ He turns back and feels Steve's shoulders.

‒ You shouldn't touch him too much, should you, Y/N? ‒ Sam teases Y/N who just rolls his eyes.

‒ What? Why? ‒ Scott asks, looking at Y/N. ‒ I've never seen you on television.

‒ I prefer this way. ‒ Y/N responds smiling.

‒ Jeez. Ah, look. ‒ Scott returns to speak with Steve. ‒ I know you know a lot of super people, so…  thanks for thanking me. ‒ Steve just nodded. ‒ Hey, man! ‒ Speak to Sam now.

‒ What's up, Tic Tac? ‒ Sam replied.

‒ Uh, good to see you. Look, what happened last time when I . . .

‒ It was a great audition, but it'll… It'll never happen again. ‒ Sam spoke, interrupting Scott so he wouldn't say anything about it.

‒ They tell you what we're up against? ‒ Steve asks, causing Scott to look back at him.

‒ Something about some psycho-assassins?

‒ We're outside the law on this one. So, if you come with us, you're a wanted man. ‒ Steve warned.

‒ Yeah, well, what else is new?

‒ We should get moving. ‒ Bucky spoke still near the car door.

‒ We got a chopper lined up. ‒ This time, Clint said.

An alert starts ringing in the building, drawing everyone's attention.

‒ They're evacuating the airport. ‒ Bucky as if translating what the alert was saying into another language.

‒ Stark. ‒ Sam spoke.

‒ Stark? ― Scott asked.

‒ Suit up. ‒ Steve spoke in an orderly tone.

While everyone was getting ready, Steve approached Y/N who was sitting in the passenger seat.

― I think you better stay out of this.

― What? Why? ― Y/N asked, confused.

― This whole mess is between the Avengers.

― And even so you brought that common guy in a van? ― 

Y/N spoke, showing his irritation.

― Scott got into trouble with the Avengers base. ― Steve raised his voice.

―  Look, if you're worried about me, that's fine, I feel really happy about that. But you're not going to tell me what I should or shouldn't do. Ok? ― Y/N got up from the bench, standing in front of Steve, even though he was still a few inches shorter.

― It could stay away. Observing from afar and only intervening when necessary? ― Steve asked as a last resort.

Y/N looked at Steve, deciding whether to accept the deal or not.

― Ok, whatever. ― Y/N replied, crossing his arms, obviously annoyed.

― I hate to interrupt the couple, but we're ready. ― Sam said.

Y/N opened his backpack and feathers flew out. He put on the aviator jacket that had the cutout on the back for them and each one joined at his back, forming his big pair of wings.

― Wow. ― Scott gasped. ― Wait, are you the news guy?

Ignoring Scott's question and one last look at Steve, Y/N flapped his wings and walked away.

― Sounds like you have competition. ― Clint said to Sam.

Y/N stood at a distance watching the entire battle unfold. How a spider boy appeared stealing Steve's shield and how the two sides appeared one after the other for a confrontation that damaged the entire area.

At times, Y/N almost moved or sent some feathers when it looked like Steve's team was losing, but they always managed to keep fighting. Y/N could see the separation of thoughts in a battle, with Scott and Spider Boy just wanting to show off for Steve and Stark.

To his surprise, Scott grew gigantic and grabbed the other Iron Man by the leg. He was able to stop the advance of Stark's team alone. Until the other Iron Man that had been thrown came back with Spider Boy attached to his back by a web line. Scott was having difficulty and unable to take the anxiety anymore, Y/N left the point he was and went to Scott's direction.

As he approached, Spider-Boy was hanging from Scott's body while the other Iron Man distracted him. Y/N threw a feather that cut Spider Boy's web and got close enough to kick him away using both legs.

― Do they still have one more? ― Y/N heard the other Iron Man speak.

― I deal with him, help the Captain. ― Scott spoke to Y/N who just nodded and went in the direction Steve and Bucky were running.

― I told you to stay away. ― Steve spoke as he ran.

― I do what I… ― Y/N stopped talking when she felt her entire body vibrate and her ears pop.

The other Iron Man fired a Y/N type blast of sound that forced him to cover his ears tightly. Steve threatened to come back to help Y/N.

― No! ― Y/N yelled. ― Go ahead!

Steve continued running alongside Bucky and Y/N used some of the feathers that were already loose, making them hit the other Iron Man's arm. Throwing a few more, Y/N pushed him away, not before he used a propulsion ray on Y/N that threw him to the ground.

Throwing a few more, Y/N pushed him away, not before he used a propulsion ray on Y/N that threw him to the ground. Throwing a few more, Y/N pushed him away, not before he used a propulsion ray on Y/N that threw him to the ground. 

Wanda managed to hold onto the tower before falling. But the other Iron Man shot the same sonic blast at Wanda causing her to drop the turret.

Y/N sped up to approach where they were. Sensing something approaching in the air around him, guessing it was the other Iron Man, Y/N released a few of his feathers, just enough to propel Steve and Bucky into the shed before the turret hit the ground. And as he did so, he felt his foot being trapped by the Spider Boy's web and when he was about to let go, he noticed small missiles being launched in his direction, forcing him to protect himself with his wings and being thrown to the ground.

Spider Boy threw more web, pinning Y/N to the ground while he had his wings protecting his body. With more work than he thought he would have, he managed to free himself from the webs. Steve's jet had already left the airport, the two iron men along with Spider Boy were taking Scott down and Vision was beside Wanda, as if he was comforting her.

And when he thought that was over, he noticed Stark and the other Iron Man flying towards Steve's ship. Y/N hurried to fly to try to stop them, Sam was way ahead of him when a laser shot passed close to Y/N was going towards Sam who noticed and managed to dodge it, but hitting the other Iron Man who started to plummet.

Y/N went towards him, trying to send some feathers to try to soften the fall when he was hit by small missiles launched by Stark. The pain was enough to destabilize. Unfortunately, when Stark approached his friend, he had already hit the ground hard.

After managing to regain his balance, he landed next to Stark next to Sam.

― I’m sorry. ― Sam spoke really sadly.

― I could have caught him if you hadn't… ― Y/N was cut off with Stark shooting a propulsion beam towards the two, leaving them unconscious.

When Y/N woke up, he was in some sort of cell. Leather straps were attached to its body, which impeded the movement of its wings, and it wore a technological metal collar, which it assumed was the reason it couldn't control its feathers telepathically. Through the glass of her cell, she could see Wanda in another cell, her arms tied, sitting on the floor.

He felt impotent, he couldn't do anything there and like that. So he just sat on the bed, hugged his legs and accepted his future, hoping that Steve would finish what they started.

A few days passed before he heard someone approaching his cell. He knew it wasn't the guards because it wasn't mealtime.

Y/N looked through the glass of the cell, the man approached and when finally the light entered his face, he could see Steve smiling at Y/N.

― You took too long. ― Y/N said but knowing he was smiling too, happy to see Steve well.

― I had some mishaps along the way. ― Steve spoke ― I hope you have already packed your bags.

― For sure. I already made my review with one star for the terrible room service.

[kzmeru]

Hello ei ,, i found your blog recently and i love the HiMERU works u recently did, i like it a lot 💕

There is a request that i have been thinking but no rush take ur time with it and its a scenario where:

HiMERU has willingly let f-reader to touch his hair and reader has accidentally braided part of his hair while he was enjoying or feeling comfortable about it. And maybe a bonus at the end where crazy:b members realised it as he kept the braided part of the hair

I hope it didnt break the rules and merry christams !

say, can i make you mine?

HiMERU x f!reader

note(s) — nicknames :3 ooc oremeru, JUST FLUFF!!!! i love himeru i am so. normal im so very normal.

author’s note — my page is full of himeru.. guys i think i like himeru idk. merry late christmas oomf, i apologize for the delay 😭 my silly ass got sick LMAO

Spending time with HiMERU in your home is usually just complete silence. In a comfortable way, at least. It wasn't something that made neither of you feel awkward. Bonus points is that, HiMERU typically prefers to stay in a quiet environment rather than a loud one, considering how his unit mates are.

"Meru, are you asleep?" — a question you'd often ask whenever your hand finds its way to gently fondle with his smooth, silky hair. He'd respond with a grumble, or with snores, there's no in-between.

This time, it was neither as he replied, "Mhm… keep going, love. HiMERU is getting comfortable."

Letting out a small giggle, and continued to invest yourself into the show that HiMERU had put on earlier but had quickly forgotten about it and laid his head on your lap instead to get comfortable, you didn't even notice how you tugged on the tucked part of his hair and started to braid it.

"Are you braiding HiMERU's hair?" He asked, brushing his hand against yours with a soft smile on his face.

Quickly, you let go of his hair in surprise. "Huh? I was? I didn't even realize… haha, sorry."

HiMERU shakes his head and frowned in disapproval. You stared at him with an apologetic expression, assuming that he was upset about it until he placed your hand back onto his hair.

"I didn't ask you to stop…" You exhaled, and made your way to style his hair into a neat braid once again and finishing up by securing it with a silly pink hairtie with a small bow.

HiMERU huffs in satisfaction and closed his eyes with his arms crossed. "Thank you, my love."

'HAHDHWIEAKODIDIEIWIFJXNVNEKEKW?!?!'

—

"Oi! MERUMERU, you finally arrived. Jeez, what took ya so long?" Rinne scoffed, slapping the man's back a couple of times and immediately came to an halt once he notices something different around his dear friend.

The others seemed to have noticed too; Kohaku sends a subtle smirk towards HiMERU while Niki made a weird face. (kinda like that one. shrek face LMFAO)

"Is there something wrong with HiMERU's face?" He growled, clearly annoyed. "Can we just start practice? So HiMERU can go home and rest?"

Kohaku shakes his head. "More like, hang out with your girlfriend… and get her to braid your stupid hair."

"Watch it."

[wazzappp]

Weird thought. Could be sad or could be dark.

What if Movie!Khaji Da is acting/was acting at least in the beginning of it?

Like, the Siri/Alexa/Cortana/thing. What if that’s fake, and the Scarab is acting to make them (mostly Jaime) less afraid of it. Either bc it’s aware of pop culture opinion around AI (and is downplaying itself so they’re not scared of it so much), or is still loyal to the Reach and wants Jaime to trust it bc it’s an infiltrator.

So skittish Khaji Da acting robotic and hiding its emotions until like the end of the movie, post the synchronization thing (bc it’s scared of their opinions).

Or Khaji Da working to gain Jaime’s trust and pretending to not understand human stuff (and playing into pop culture expectations of androids/ai/robots/etc) so that way he doesn’t question the whole “world killer” thing.

Either long-term manipulation with bad ending (reach takeover), or Khaj slowly comes to actually care for Jaime/his family (possibly bc the Reach do treat it like an Alexa [actually wait 3rd option, it acts like an Alexa for a while bc it was made to act like that (subservient, emotionless) for the Reach, and thinks they want it to act like that?], while the Reyes’ actually like. Address it. And care about each other. [and possibly Khaji Da itself] So it starts to feel guilty, decides “fuck the Reach” and comes clean to Jaime.

Have this mess (unproofread) bc I am procrastinating on other tasks.

(If general/non-body horror ideas are not something you’re interested in, you can tell me to stop)

ACK FUCK SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO I THOUGHT I RESPONDED TO IT ALREADY I JUST CHECKED MY ASKS AAAAUGHHHH!!!

I really do enjoy khaji being more mechanical just because it's how they are. In my opinion it makes their development so impactful because it requires them to literally break their own coding. Go against the very fabric of your being, what you were MADE for, to try and be something more like yourself even though you don't know who that is yet.

Khaji only PRETENDING to be more robotic has some very very interesting potential though. Attempting to fit in a box your entire existence and then literally only being accepted once you step outside that box? Jeez, what a disorienting experience. My poor little murder bug :'(. They would probably end up needing a LOT of reassurance from Jaime. Just in subtle ways to make sure it's truly better that they behave as a person and not a tool. It would take soooo much time to build khajis self confidence and autonomy back up from that. Therapy. SOOOOO much therapy for the both of them on god.