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221bshrlocked · 1 year ago

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Broken and Grazed, Loved and Saved

Pairing: Crosshair x Jedi AFAB!Reader

Words: 4724

Warnings: Mutual Pining. Mentions of violence and blood. Touching Confessions! Angst to fluff because you know it. Crosshair being a tiny bit soft...just a tiny bit.

Summary: You get shot while trying to save Crosshair. He's shocked and confused as to why you would do such a thing. You both slowly reveal your feelings for each other as he patches you up.

A/N: I crawled back from my writer's block hell hole to post this. This is during The Clone Wars series folks, hence the Jedi insert. Once again, thank you so much to @cloneficgiftexchange for holding this event and single-handedly getting me to write every once in a while. This is for the lovely @arctrooper69 who inadvertently gave me a challenge with Crosshair. I hope you enjoy it babes and I hope I got his character down correctly. This is the first time I write for him. As always, let me know how I am doing in the comments please and thank you.

When Obi-Wan informed you that you’d be accompanying Clone Force 99 on another mission, you tried your best to not let your excitement come through. But one look at your old friend and the smirk on his face made you realize you may not have been as subtle as you originally thought.

“Shut it Kenobi,” you walk past him, shaking your head when you briefly glanced to the side and saw him raising an eyebrow at you. He chuckles at your embarrassment, and you’re torn between making fun of him and letting him be. It was rare to see him display such an elated emotion, and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him when finally caught up with you and patted you on the back.

“In all seriousness, do be careful out there.” A worried expression breaks through the smile and you nod at him, knowing that the sentiment wasn’t one of warning but deep concern for your safety.

“As weird as it is to admit this, I feel like I might potentially be safest with them.” You come to a stop once you reach the door of the Temple, looking around the awfully quiet space before returning your attention to Obi-Wan once more.

“I would have to disagree with you there. The rate at which they use explosives is severely higher than any other force I have fought alongside. Nevertheless, I trust your judgment. Do keep me updated, yes?” When you don’t respond right away, Obi-Wan follows your line of sight and notices where your attention suddenly lies. He groans to himself and wishes he wasn’t the keeper of so many secrets.

“Young one!?” You snap out of your momentary haze when Obi-Wan quite literally yells at you, his voice carrying across the grounds and catching the curiosity of none other than the man you found yourself barely able to stop thinking of.

“Sorry, yes?” You feign ignorance, giggling like a young padawan when Obi-Wan rubs his temples and swears beneath his breath.

“I’m only joking. Yes I will be careful, sure I’ll try my best not to get into trouble, and of course I won’t partake in Wrecker’s booming tactics. Satisfied?” You don’t wait for him to respond, already walking towards the Marauder and praying to the Force that the introvert of the group is less hostile towards you this time around. When you grow near to the clones standing at the foot of the ramp, you turn around one last time and wave goodbye to Obi-Wan, laughing when he rolls his eyes at you and heads back into the Temple. As soon as you turn around, you’re met with an incredibly energetic Wrecker, your shock turning into hysterical laughter as soon as he wraps his arms around you and picks you up.

“Heyyy, it’s our favorite Jedi!” His grip on you remains gentle even though he’s lifted you off of the ground a good bit.

“Hey Wrecker, I see you missed me as much as I missed you.” You gently tap him on his shoulder, hoping he’d put you down before any other Jedi sees how familiar you are with him.

“Wreck, put the General down.” You glance to the side and see Hunter standing with his hands on his hips, his facial expression a bit unreadable. You laugh nervously at the leader of the Bad Batch, hoping Wrecker wouldn’t get in trouble because of your friendliness.

To his chagrin, Wrecker puts you down and backs away, whispering a few apologies before returning to stand next to Tech.

“Sorry, I know I shouldn’t encourage it.” You tell Hunter as the two of you walk away from the rest of the Batch, your eyes unintentionally remaining on your favorite member of the group. If Hunter notices how you pay more attention to Crosshair, he says nothing of it and pretends you weren’t watching him like a hawk.

“No need for any apologies, General. I don’t particularly care but I know how things are on Coruscant. Wouldn’t want him to be misunderstood.” Hunter points towards the Clones standing around the Temple with other Jedi Masters, smiling nervously at you when you sigh anxiously at the prospect of being the reason behind Wrecker potentially getting in trouble.

“I promise to talk to him. And I’ll make sure to only be friendly when we’re not surrounded by…you know.” You try to laugh off the circumstances you find yourself in, only for Hunter’s body language to shift at the implications behind your words.

“I’d be careful if I were you. Even if they aren’t around, others tend to misunderstand and- well, let’s just say that things get a little heated when we finish a mission and you aren’t on-board anymore.” You furrow your eyebrows at Hunter’s response, only to follow his line of sight and see who he’s staring at. When you’re met with Crosshair’s narrowed, irritated eyes shifting between you and Wrecker, you realize that Hunter may know more than he let on.

“I- I don’t think you-” You trip over your words, unsure of how to respond now that Hunter knew of your inclinations as well.

“Save it, I’m not judging…just giving you a heads up.” He excuses himself, saying something or other to Tech as the two of them ascend the Marauder. You look to the ground as you make your way to the ship, afraid of making eye contact with any of the others out of fear of making things more awkward. Even as you walk past Crosshair, you ignore him completely, pretending to fix the lightsaber hanging from your belt so you don’t have to deal with him now. As soon as you go to the cockpit, you throw a quick hello to Echo and walk back, pushing through the supplies scattered around so you can sit in the small space at the end of the ship.

Even though you want to sit near Crosshair, you decide against it, knowing that you don’t have the capacity to deal with his passive aggressive comments now. You haven’t seen him in a long while, and there’s nothing you wish to do more than be near him, even if the two of you were to remain silent. But if the conversation with Hunter proved anything, it’s the fact that Crosshair was begging to pick a fight right now. You just didn’t want it to be with you.

Taking a deep breath, you do your best to center yourself and ignore the whispers and murmurs traveling from the cockpit. You manage a fair job for most of the flight, but the closer you get to the Outer Rim planet, you vaguely hear your name thrown around between Hunter, Tech and Wrecker. You know better than to listen to what they’re saying, and before you can decide on whether or not you should ignore them, Wrecker stands up and grumbles something louder than the others would have preferred.

“She doesn’t mind! You’re just telling me what to do because Crosshair won’t listen to you and talk to her.” Your eyes shoot wide open at his words, and as you turn around to face them, you see all of their expressions turn blank. Wrecker only recognizes just how loud he is when he faces you and sees a quizzical look on your features. He chuckles nervously and sits down as Echo makes his way towards you.

“Sorry about that, we know how much you like to meditate.” He sits down beside you, glaring quickly at Wrecker so he doesn’t accidentally give anything else away.

“It’s okay, it’s not like I was getting much meditation done anyway. You guys whisper pretty loudly.”

“You mean you- could you hear us this whole time?” Echo asks, the direct gaze you offer him letting him know that yes, you could certainly hear what they were going on about this whole time.

“You know then.” It was more of a comment than a question, but you shrug your shoulders at him regardless, unsure of whether they were telling the truth or just reading into the interactions between you and Crosshair. Before you can respond however, you feel the ship drop out of hyperspace and into the atmosphere of the planet.

“Another time Echo,” you ignore the pleading look on Echo’s face, not wanting to continue this conversation now that the mission officially commenced. Making your way to the front of the ship, you look across the yellow planet below you and sigh in irritation when you notice the storms forming just above the surface.

“Did you know that Eshil is one of three desert planets that receives frequent rain? Rain storms are often violent here, delivering up to seven millimeters per minute. It is more likely for one to drown down there than to die of thirst.” The ease with which Tech spoke made you giggle, and you couldn’t help but thank him politely for the unsolicited knowledge when you saw Wrecker and Echo glare at him worryingly.

“Don’t worry big guy, nothing will happen to you on my watch.” You pat Wrecker on the back as you begin your descent onto Eshil, and before you can attempt to calm him down a little, the Marauder begins to shake violently due to the rain and thunderstorms. In a moment of distraction, you lose your balance and fly backward, suddenly feeling a pair of slim fingers grab onto your waist to prevent you from falling. Thinking it’s Hunter who just saved you, you turn around to thank him, only to find a pair of steel, hazel eyes staring dead at you.

The faint gasp doesn’t go unnoticed by Crosshair, nor does the disappointed look you throw at him when he lets go so he can push you into one of the seats.

“Don’t hurt yourself, Jedi.” His tone is mocking in a way, but you don’t dwell too much on it and instead look around to see if anyone noticed the little interaction. Everyone is blissfully unaware of the tense moment you shared with Crosshair, and even though you can feel his eyes on you, you choose to avoid his gaze, afraid he would see how much of an effect he has on you.

It takes too long to your liking to land, not because you didn’t like the turbulence, but because you couldn’t stand being in close proximity with Crosshair any longer. An hour ago, you were excited to join the team, wanting nothing more than to try and get closer to Crosshair, or at the very least, figure out why he’s always more passive aggressive with you than with anyone else. But after the not-so-subtle comment from Hunter, and the rather awkward conversation you overheard, you couldn’t finish this mission and be back on Coruscant fast enough. Somehow, knowing that the animosity was a product of mutual feelings made things worse.

No, not worse. That wasn’t the right word.

Real. It made things real. It made things more accessible, which meant that the probability of anything happening was simultaneously high and low.

“We’re here,” Hunter’s announcement is a welcomed distraction, and you wait until everyone stands aside to review the plan before jumping out of the Marauder. The rain comes down harsher than you’ve anticipated but you take a few seconds to appreciate it regardless, knowing that it wasn’t everyday you experienced rain caused by clean, natural clouds. It was so much different than Coruscant, strangely soothing as it seeped through your clothes and kissed your cheeks.

The cool sensation suddenly shifts into a warmer breeze, causing your eye muscles to clench tightly in confusion. The feeling engulfs you almost like a hug, and you’re not sure how or why it becomes hotter with each passing second. It’s only when you open your eyes and glance to the side that you finally understand why you were being flooded with such intensity. You quickly avert your gaze as soon as you notice Crosshair’s embarrassment when he realizes that you’ve caught him staring at you.

“Alright fellas, listen up. Our mission is simple: infiltrate the base undetected, retrieve the classified intel from their innermost vaults, exfiltrate before they even know we’re there. Stay sharp and Wrecker…no explosives unless I say so.” Hunter points firmly at the bigger clone, and you almost giggle when you see the hint of a grin appearing on his face.

“Awww man!” Wrecker throws his hands up in the air, walking away and crossing his arms when he sees you approaching him.

“Don’t worry big guy, there’s always a next time.” You pat him on the back, laughing to yourself when he retorts at you like a child.

“That’s what you said last time.”

“But I really mean it this time,” you twist your head down until you can get a better look at him, and when you meet his eyes, you watch as he tries his best to not crack a smile in return. When he does, you walk past him and stay behind Hunter as he slowly moves through the barren land. The closer you get to the compound though, the more you become uneasy at your lack of cover, but before you can say anything, the rain begins to come down harder than you thought it possible, making you squint to try and see where everyone is.

“I guess that should do the trick!” You hear Echo scream from behind you, but the sentiment makes you uncomfortable. The idea of losing the rest of them before you even make it to the enemy line is disconcerting, and you make your way towards Hunter quickly. When he sees you approaching him, he stops and waits for you to catch up.

“Follow my lead and make sure everyone keeps their helmets on so they can see.” You throw the hood of your cloak over your head a little further, the action not helping one bit as the water continues to crash down on you like a waterfall.

“When we get there-”

“I’ll signal for Echo so he can unlock the doors.” Waiting until he nods in agreement, you continue your journey towards the compound, praying to the maker that the enemy’s visibility is as bad as yours. The trek to the compound takes longer than you like, but when you finally have it in sight, you turn around and wait for the others to reach you. Hunter and Tech are ahead of everyone, and you squint hard until you can see Echo and Wrecker behind them. When Crosshair doesn’t show right away, you begin to worry, afraid that the rain became less of an inconvenience and more of a trigger to him. You’re about to run past the guys when you finally see him walking through the heavy downfall, no longer holding his firearm in his hands and instead taking his time as he walks towards the rest of the team. Even though you can’t see his expression, you know for a fact that Hunter is smirking beneath his mask, and you choose to ignore him as you go back to the front of the Batch and walk closer to the compound.

“There aren’t any guards posted outside. The storm must have sent everyone back inside.” You make a note, signaling for Echo to move ahead of you while the others wait a little farther away in case things don’t go according to plan. Anxiety washes over you all of a sudden, and you glance at the only member of the Batch you know dislikes the rain more than anyone. If Crosshair notices the way you’re staring at him worryingly, he says nothing and keeps his attention on your surroundings, ready to fire at anyone who comes in the way.

When Echo unlocks the door, Tech follows after and heads straight towards the secured vaults at the heart of the compound. It’s quieter than you expect, but you figure it’s only because the storm continues to rage outside and grow louder by the second. As you move towards the vault however, you find the silence nearly deafening, and you wonder briefly if this entire mission could be a set-up. Before you can voice your concerns to Hunter, Tech gains access to the room with ease, already getting to work for the intel with Echo. You stand guard outside while Hunter and Wrecker scout the hallways and ensure you don’t have any visitors.

Using the distraction to your advantage, you slowly make your way to Crosshair and stand beside him, waiting until he acknowledges your presence with a glance before attempting to break the awkward air around the two of you.

“I hope the rain isn’t too much of a bother.” You’re not sure what else to say, and as you realize he won’t be responding any time soon, you figure it’s best to not try and fix whatever it is between the two of you now. Knowing that it will be even more uncomfortable if you walk away from him, you remain standing where you are, turning your attention to Tech and Echo to see if they’re almost done.

The abrupt sound of guns firing pushes you forward immediately, and you watch as several weapons descend from the ceiling and the walls, instantly firing at everyone in the room. You make your way to the nearest wall and burn through the small firearms with your lightsaber, watching as Crosshair hits several more on the opposite side of the wall while Tech and Echo extract the intel.

“I knew it was too quiet.” You mutter to yourself, running as fast as you can across the space to get as many of the little suckers as possible. When there aren’t any left, you sheath your weapon again and move towards the door.

“Time to head out,” Hunter screams across the hallway and as you file out, you sense movement at one of the corners of the room. It’s instinctive the way you run towards Crosshair and shield him with your body, and your curse at yourself for not ensuring that all of them were taken down. Anger seeps through your mind at what could have been a fatal mistake and you ignite your saber instantly, propelling it towards the small object and bringing it back into the palm of your hand as more smoke fills the room.

“We need to leave, now.” Your voice is stern, and even though you can see Crosshair staring at where you’ve just been shot, you don’t pay him any mind as you run through the winding hallways and make your way out of the compound. It’s somehow raining even harder than earlier, and you feel your body grow more faint with each step you take. The faster you try to run, the more unbearable the pain becomes, and it occurs to you that you would be no good to any of them if you slowed them down.

You come to a stop and haunch over, applying pressure against your stomach and wincing in pain when more blood oozes through your fingers. Thinking that they’re all ahead of you, you kneel down and allow the rain to become less of an inconvenience and more of a calming presence.

“What are you doing?” Crosshair hisses as he comes up behind you, and when you lock contact with his eyes, you regret not pushing yourself harder.

“I’m fine…go!” You hope your voice isn’t as wavering to his ears as it is to your own, and when he shakes his head, you attempt to stand to confront him, only to fall back to the ground again.

“Tech, bring the ship to my position.” You cruse yet again as Crosshair pushes a button on the side of his helmet while speaking to Tech.

“Why have you stopped?” You can hear Hunter ask through the comms, and you look at Crosshair again, silently begging him to leave so he doesn’t get hurt.

“The General’s been compromised.” He leans down and pushes your hands aside to inspect the wound, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think that he was angry at you for getting shot…for saving him.

“You need to go to the Marauder. That’s an order.” You hiss in pain when you feel him bring your hand back to your stomach and push on it harder than before.

“You’re currently bleeding all over the floor. You’re in no shape to give me orders…General.” He’s pushing your buttons, but unlike before, when he smirked at every snarky comment he threw your way and chuckled when you retorted in likeness, his voice is laced with unspoken feelings now, as if he was silently thanking you for what you did for him.

Before you can dwell too much on the change in his behavior, the Marauder lands right beside you, allowing you a moment of respite before Wrecker comes down the ramp and takes you in his arms. The jolting movements make you cough as your stomach throbs in pain, and you take one last look at Crosshair, finding his expression as irritated as when you were on your way here.

To his credit, Wrecker does try to be more slow and soft with his movements, but when he lays you down, you can’t help but scream in agony at the wound tearing through your skin.

“S-sorry.” You shake your head at Wrecker and assure him with a smile, only to drop it when Tech comes with a medkit and asks his brother to give you some privacy.

“I do apologize General but I must cut your robe to administer the bacta spray and patches properly.” Ever the gentleman, Tech waits for your consent before taking out a pair of scissors. He’s about to cut through your robes when Crosshair walks in and stands behind him.

“If you can wait out-”

“I’ll do it.” Crosshair doesn’t give Tech a chance to finish his request, and when he stands up to argue with him, you reach for Tech’s hand and nod at him, waiting until he places everything down before moving towards the front of the ship.

You’re sure Crosshair didn’t think this far ahead because he remains standing and doesn’t once turn his sight away from your wound.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You break the silence and push your head back as the wound continues to burn. It must be all Crosshair needs to hear because he gets right to business, not once saying anything to you as he rips through your robes and begins to disinfect the flesh around the gash. You hiss and instantly slam your hand against his thigh, digging your nails into the plastoid covering him as he sterilizes the laceration to prevent any infection.

“What were you thinking?” It’s the first time he’s ever spoken to you so softly, and you figure it’s because you’re hurt and can’t respond in likeness. But when you open your eyes and look at him, you’re shocked to find worry and fear swimming in his hazel brown orbs. It throws you off a little, and you shake the thoughts aside, knowing that you may just be reading too much into his behavior.

“At the time, I thought it was a great idea!” You chuckle only to curse out loud when he begins to apply the bacta spray on top of the wound. You think he’ll smile at catching you off guard, but when you look at him again, he’s as somber as a few seconds ago.

“And now?” Crosshair growls at you, actually growls, the sound coming as a shock to you. It occurs to you that maybe, just maybe, he was attempting to show you that he cares, but wasn’t sure how to go about it. When he stops what he’s doing and continues to keep his gaze on you, you lay your head back down and allow the subsiding pain to calm you a little.

“Maybe…maybe not so much.” He narrows his eyes at you then, the expression becoming a little too intense for you and making you turn away to face the wall. Not another word is exchanged between you and him, and as he finally places the bacta patches on your stomach, you turn to face him again, no longer able to keep playing whatever game he started.

“Thank you, for not leaving…for staying with me.” Crosshair continues to remain silent, his focus completely on the wound he was dressing.

“And thank you for patching me up.” Again, he doesn’t acknowledge any of your words, waiting until he’s sure the wound is perfectly protected before throwing everything back into the medkit. You think he’s about to leave but when he finally looks up, you notice his eyebrows relax as he lets out a deep breath.

“Why would you do that?”

The question catches you off guard, and you figure you may as well tell him how you feel because you’re not sure what will happen tomorrow.

“You know why.” The simple whisper holds a thousand confessions, and Crosshair clenches his jaw tightly as he reaches for your hand. You gasp at the warmth of his skin, and swallow the lump in your throat when he grabs a wet towel and begins to clean the dried blood. You’re not sure how long you hold your breath, but when he’s done, he doesn’t let go. In fact, he does the opposite, bringing both of his rough palms around your own and keeping it as close to him as possible.

“I- I’m not worth your-” The sentiment breaks your heart and you furrow your eyebrows at him as you attempt to sit up, not wanting him to finish whatever he was about to say. The stinging returns a thousandfold but you ignore the shooting pain and pull Crosshair towards you.

“Don’t ever say that.” You want to say more. You want to tell him that you’d gladly do it again to ensure his safety, that you wouldn’t give it a second thought because you care for him more than you’re allowed, more than he’ll ever know. But the way he looks at you makes it difficult to say anything else, and you lay back down again when your muscles beg you for some respite. Crosshair doesn’t let go of your hand. If anything, his hold on you tightens as he moves to sit closer to you.

“It was annoying.” Whatever you thought he was going to say is certainly not those three words, and the confusion etched on your face makes him crack a smile before finally looking from your hand to you.

“The rain.” You look at him for what feels like hours before you finally register what he was trying to tell you.

“Wow, it took me getting shot at for you to finally answer my question…an hour later?” The joke doesn’t sit too well with him and you apologize quickly, afraid he’d get up and leave you all alone.

“I- I didn’t think you’d…” The words die in his throat, and you look down at where your hands are intertwined, wanting to give him some privacy as he comes to terms with what he was feeling, what he was oversharing with you.

“Remember?” You finish for him, smiling when he nods quietly and begins to trace the lines across the back of your hand.

“I remember everything you tell me, Crosshair.” Once again, the simple response is laced with too many revelations to your liking, but you know you’d never forgive yourself if you didn’t use this moment to show him how much you care.

How much you love him.

He looks at you then, about to say something when he sees your face twist at the returning stinging sensations.

“You need to rest.” His voice is firm, making you wish you weren’t hurt and could actually make whatever this is last longer.

“Will you be here when I wake up?” Before, you would have been annoyed with yourself for being so vulnerable in front of him, but the question must be the one thing he needed to hear because he smiles softly at you before nodding in silence, bringing his chair a little closer to you can rest your arm better as you keep holding his hands.

“Sleep, cyare. I’ll protect you.”

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late-to-the-party-81 · 5 months ago

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Delirious Decisions

AN: Thank you for tagging me @mercurial-chuckles in your Delirious Decisions. I’ve kept all the same prompts, but gone with some of my own pair ups. I’ve written a little something for each prompt, some as short as 200 words and some as long as around 900.

Some of my entries are little drabbles for some of my established pairings, but some are new and in fact three are set in Avengers Tower with a new reader insert who is an Avenger of currently unknown skills, nicknamed Pipsqueak by the team because of how short she is.

Ratings vary from G to E, but all are labelled. For some stories I haven’t specified the pairing at the start because I want the end reveal to be a surprise (but none of these stories include smut).

I hope you enjoy.

These are all un-beta’d and dividers are by @firefly-graphics and me.

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Cuddle in a storm with 🛏️

Reader x Bucky Barnes. Rated T. Fluff and suggestive language. 230 words.

A gust of wind sent the raindrops hammering against the window, loud enough to startle you from your light doze. The arm around your shoulder tightened and a loving voice crooned in your ear. “It’s just the rain, Doll. Relax.”

You turned your head back into Bucky’s chest, nuzzling against his red henley. “‘M totally relaxed. How long’s i’ ‘posed to last?”

“Well into tomorrow. And we’re not supposed to go outside in it, unless we absolutely have to.”

Somehow you pressed your body even closer to the human furnace that was your boyfriend. “‘M not going anywhere.”

Bucky chuckled. “You’re not going to leave the couch? What are you going to do when I go to bed then?”

You let out a displeased grunt. “‘Kay. The couch or the bed.”

“Good,” he declared, decisively. “Because I would’ve been lonely all on my own.” Without warning he stood up, scooping you up as he did and you squeaked in shock.

“Bucky! Where are we going?”

“I want to go to bed,” he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But ‘m not tired!”

“I never mentioned sleep, Doll. There’s more things to do in bed than that, as you well know.” He grinned at you and you felt the heat rising up your neck. “Kiss me, sweetheart,” he continued. “Keep me safe from the storm.”

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Reader (Pipsqueak) x ? Rated T. Suggestive themes. 400 words

“Clint!” You really wanted to screech, but part of you recognised you still needed to maintain a modicum of discretion. You came to a skidding halt next to the blonde archer and he took in your distressed state.

“What is it, Pip?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not that short,” you hissed. “And this is an emergency.”

With a raised brow, he hopped up onto the counter. “An emergency, huh? What sort of thing counts as an emergency in your world?”

You resisted the urge to bite out something scathing - that wouldn’t help, given the circumstances. “You know I’ve been seeing this guy, yeah?”

“Nathan, right?”

“Right. So things have been going… alright.” You couldn’t help but wring your hands.

“Only alright? I’m sure you deserve more than ‘alright’, kiddo.”

“Yeah, so that’s what I was trying to do - make it more than ‘alright’, by sending him a message to… you know… let him know…”

“Oh!” Clint’s eyebrows almost shot into his hairline. “You ‘sexted’ him, didn’t you. Didn’t know you had it in you, Pip. But what’s the emergency? Did your ‘freak’ scare him off? If so, he’s not worth it.”

“No… it’s that… Oh God, it’s so embarrassing.” You buried your head in your hands, trying to hide, before blurting out “Isentittothewrongperson.”

His eyes widened even further. You were worried they were going to jump out of their sockets. “Which wrong per- Oh. Oh!” In two seconds flat he’d gone from sharing your worry to falling sideways on the counter in hysterical laughter.

“Don’t laugh!” You smacked him on the thigh with the back of your hand. “What do I do?”

Suddenly a sultry voice sounded from the corridor outside the common room.

“Kotenok! Where are you? I have some of those things you wanted to try.”

You squeaked and turned on your heel, shooting out the side door, Clint’s laughter still ringing in your ears.

A few moments later, Nat walked into the kitchen and settled on one of the bar stools next to Clint’s mostly horizontal body. “Are you gonna stop laughing?” she asked him. Clint drew in some ragged breaths and sat up, the evidence of his tears of amusement marking his face. “When you stop teasing her. She thinks you really thought the message was for you.”

Nat’s expression morphed into faux shock. “You mean it wasn’t?”

And they both burst out laughing again.

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Ari and his Angel. Rated M. Suggestive language and fluff. 400+ words

You looked at the bed, a little shocked and, if you were being honest, a little embarrassed. Yes you were a grown up, and did grown up things with other grown ups, but it felt weird that your parents were also aware — and accepting — of that.

You turned to your mom who was standing in the doorway. “So, umm, are both Ari and I in here?” You side-eyed the queen-sized bed, which had been plenty big enough for you as a teen, but looked very small now when you considered both you and Ari fitting in it together.

“Well,” your mom replied with a hint of mischief in her eye, “unless you can magically create another spare room, or you’re willing to sleep on the sofa — because let’s face it, your boyfriend won’t fit on it — you are, indeed both in here. Just remember, there are other people in this house, and some things ought to stay private.”

Behind your mom you heard Ari cover a snort with a cough, but you couldn’t glare at him without her seeing, so you just smiled and considered the torture you’d be in for tonight.

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Ari’s lips kissed a trail across your shoulders, his nose nudging the thin straps of your pajama top to the side. His large body was curled up behind you, a tell-tale hardness poking at your ass.

“Ari, quit it.” You slapped at the arm wrapped around your waist, but both of you knew it was half-hearted. Nonetheless, he stopped his sensual exploration.

“You really mean that, Angel? You want me to lie here, next to you, and not touch you. You want me to torture us both?” God, you could almost hear the pout in his voice.

“But you heard my mom. She was basically telling us that the walls are like paper. My parents knowing I have sex is bad enough, but them hearing it? I think I’d just die.”

The hand around your waist started to move, drawing light circles on your skin where your top had ridden up. “We’d just have to make sure you’re quiet, then.” He pressed his lips to your shoulder again, just once, leaving the ball in your court. He knew you needed him as much as he craved you. Several heartbeats of silence and then you were turning in his embrace and hooking your leg over his hip.

“I hope you’re ready to be covered in bruises from where I have to bite down to keep myself from crying out.”

He dipped his head and rubbed your noses together. “Angel, I’ll wear them with pride.”

Admire from behind (if you know what I mean) 🍑

There’s only one answer here. A little snippet of the Captain and his Brat. (I love you, then I hate you) Rated M. Mentions of corporal punishment in a D/S relationship. <300 words

Meetings were never your favourite thing - were they anybody’s? - but one thing that made it all worthwhile. Walking out after Steve. It would obviously have been better if he’d been wearing his tac suit, but his tan slacks did sterling service too, highlighting one of his best physical attributes. As he strolled down the corridor ahead of you, going over some of the points of the meeting with Rhodey, you decided to take in the view. God, your fingers itched to grab those two muscular globes and squeeze them. Give them a smack, or even sink your teeth into them. And then, if you did, what would Steve do to chastise you and put you in your place. You felt a rush of arousal pool in your core and you stumbled a bit as you walked. In front of you, you realised the exact moment Steve caught wind of your state, because there was a hitch in his own step and, without breaking his conversation, he glanced back over his shoulder at you and gave you a knowing look. You shivered at the heat contained within it.

Steve and Rhodey came to a stop outside of the latter’s office, which gave you a chance to slip by them, but as you did, you couldn’t resist it. Careful to make sure no-one else saw, you gave Steve’s right buttock as strong a squeeze as your hand could manage. He let out a little cough as his only reaction, and you smiled to yourself as you continued past, wondering how your Captain would respond, in the name of keeping you in line…

Push down the stairs (Oh, boi😏) 🪜

Reader x Ransom (Yesterday’s Dream, Tomorrow’s Nightmare, Never-ending nightmare) Rated M. Prior kidnap, prior rape, basement wife, non-con collaring, violence. <500 words

All you had to do was wait for your moment. From the moment you’d been brought here, you knew that if you bided your time, then a way of escape would eventually present itself. You’d given up fighting days — weeks — ago. Ransom was going to do what he wanted, and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of breaking you over and over. Making him think that you were weak and resigned to your fate would work in your favour at some point. You had to hold on to that belief. The collar around your neck chaffed, but if your luck held, then it wouldn’t be long until you could discard the hated piece of leather.

He had been fooled by your act once before, until he’d brought the other man — Ari — who’d seen right through your facade, but after that night you hoped that both men thought you were broken down. Your belief was bolstered by the fact that Ransom had started to let you out of the basement and into the house proper. It was always at night, when he’d sent his housekeeper and chef home, but it still allowed you to get a better idea of your surroundings. This evening he’d decided that he wanted to watch football on the frankly vulgar sized television while you cock-warmed him, first with your mouth and then with your cunt, until he tipped you forward onto the carpet and finished inside you. Now it was time for him to return you to your prison for the night.

You followed him, eyes downcast, as he led you back to the door. When he turned his back to you, so he could unlock the door, your breath caught in your throat, anticipating the right moment. You’d only have one chance. As the basement door was pulled wide, but before Ransom could step away from it, your arms shot out, all of your body weight put behind them. You shoved him. Right between the shoulder blades. The moments stretched into an eternity as you watched him wobble and hoped that it would work. His cry of surprise rent the air and his arms pinwheeled. One hand caught on the door frame, and without a moment’s hesitation you pushed him again, screaming your fury at him.

Ransom’s foot slipped and his balance faltered and in the next instant he was tumbling down, landing at the bottom with a sickening thud which morphed into an unnatural silence. You turned on your heel, running through the house towards the front door. There, on a side table, was a bowl containing car keys. You scooped them up and ran out of the front door. You clicked the remote, trying to identify which car they belonged to — there were several lined up under a carport. Lights flashed in the darkness and you ran towards them and your freedom.

Ruin in the best way possible 😈

I’d say ‘poor Joaquín’, but I don’t think he’s finding it too bad… (Ojos Asi) Rated E. Sexual Content, inc edging and mild bondage. 150+ words

“Dios! Mi sol!” You straddled Joaquín, your hips undulating as you rode him. Beneath you, your boyfriend’s arms strained against the leather cuffs binding his wrists to the headboard. How had you gotten so lucky to have a man like this? A man who looked so beautiful as you took him apart. After securing him, you’d teased his body with your fingers, lips and tongue, taking him into your mouth as he’d arched under your touch. You’d chuckled to yourself when he’d sworn out a litany of Spanish the second time you’d brought him to the edge, but refused to let him tumble over. However, you had promised him that the third time would be the charm. You held onto his thigh and rested your other hand on his chest as you moved, grinning down and taking in the view. Sweat sheened on his skin, his hair was delightfully mussed and his eyes almost black with desire. And you couldn’t wait to do it all again.

Invade the dreams of 💤

Reader x ?. Rated M. Pining, psychic powers, accidental mind invasion, implied smut. <900 words

It had started out as an accident. Your psychic powers were fairly new to you, having only started to manifest, sporadically, in your late teens. However, it hadn’t been more than a minor convenience until about six months back, when you found yourself accidently getting caught up inside other people’s heads. It had been frightening, for both you and the person concerned and you’d had a few close scrapes when some folk had followed up that fear with violence. Luckily for you it had only taken a few calls to SHIELD for someone to take you seriously, and you’d ended up here, in Avengers Tower, where you would have the space and help you needed to get your powers under control.

You’d mainly been working with Wanda and Loki — they were the ones best placed to help you — but you also spent time with all of the others. They were a nice bunch of people, all of them strong but damaged in their own ways. It made you feel as though you belonged. However, with one person in particular, that regard morphed into something else — a big fat crush.

Whenever you saw him, your breath caught in your throat and your heart started to beat that little bit faster. He was so charming. So strong and self-assured. Whenever you were alone you couldn’t help but think about him, wondering how it would feel to be held in his strong arms. To be kissed by his plush lips that always seemed to wear a smile. It therefore wasn’t a surprise to you when you started to dream about him.

Night after night, your subconscious made him the focus of your fantasies. Not all of them were x-rated, but a lot were, and you’d wake in sweat, an ache between your legs. How were you supposed to look at him in the light of day, with all these sordid thoughts spinning in your mind? And when you realised he seemed to be avoiding you, you couldn’t work out if that made it all better or worse. Yes, you didn’t have to see the sparkling blue of his eyes or the way sweat sheened on his muscles when he walked past after spending time in the gym, but a lack of contact during the day seemed to make your mind yearn for him more in the night. Your mentors noticed that you were withdrawn and made gentle enquiries, but how could you tell them the thoughts you were having?

A pounding on your door jerked you out of sleep — out of the latest erotic dream. You wiped your hand down your face before staggering to your feet. It couldn’t have been some massive emergency — FRIDAY would have notified you if it was — but you wondered who could want you at three twenty-seven am on a Wednesday morning.

You pulled the door open with more force than you meant, only to stop as you saw him there. Bare chested, breathing heavily, blonde hair all sleep-mussed and an unignorable tent in his pants.

Thor.

As soon as he saw you he appeared to change his mind, making to step away without saying a word, until you grasped his wrist in your own small hand.

“Wait! What are you doing here? Why did you wake me?” How were you being so brave? You wanted to hide, to quake in your slippers, but the ache within you seemed to be pulling you forward. Onward.

Immediately he crowded through your door, kicking it shut behind him and cupping your face in his hands.

“Why are you doing this to me?” he asked, his voice almost cracking from suppressed emotion.

“Doing what?” you replied, confused.

“Invading my dreams, little one. It’s maddening. I think that I have you in my arms and then I wake to find it was just a fantasy. I yearn for you, night after night. I am distracted by it. I need it to either be real or for it to stop. Do you understand? I can’t—”

Your jaw dropped open and your head spun. Had you been meeting Thor night after night in the dream-plane. Differing emotions clashed within you. Guilt at having invaded his mind in such a way, but also hope, because from what he was saying he wanted the reality as much as you did.

“I—” you started suddenly unsure how to answer. How did you tell a literal god that you burned for them? That you wanted them more than could be reasoned?

Thor let out a dejected sigh, apparently taking your silence for rejection. For the second time he made to move away and you were spurred out of your stupor and into action. You threw yourself forward, lurching up onto your toes to throw your arms around his neck and press your lips against his. You couldn’t tell him what you were thinking, but you could show him.

For a heartbeat he didn’t respond, but then his arms wrapped around your waist and he pressed you up against the wall of your room. His lips moved over yours, before his tongue demanded entry. You moaned into his mouth and bucked your hips against him, your dream induced ardour flaring back into life and enabling you to whisper out your need.

“Make it real. Please.”

Fake a relationship with for drama 🎭

Reader x ? Rated T. Shenanigans. <500 words

“I can’t believe you’re sleeping with him,” Wanda hissed in your ear as you leant against the bar and watched the other Avengers circulating around the ballroom, shaking down the great and good for more donations to Peppers current charity.

“What’s not to believe,” you responded with a coy smile, not removing your gaze from the object of Wanda’s surprised outrage. “He’s handsome, he’s amusing, he’s got the skills.”

“He’s a murderer!” Wanda’s voice was less of a hiss now, and a few of the people near-by turned at her outburst. It was hard to hold back a grin.

“Wanda, half the people in this room could be given that same label, depending on your outlook. And it’s not like he was in his right frame of mind.” Sensibly, your friend didn’t respond to that. The pair of you stood in silence a little longer until you downed the last of your drink and firmly placed the glass down. Straightening your spine you strode across the room, coming up behind him and placing your hand on his shoulder, and revelling in the feel of his velvet jacket against your palm.

“Excuse me, gentlemen.” Three heads turned in your direction, eyes of blue, brown and green. “Would you mind if I stole this one away? I have a hankering for a turn around the dance-floor, and this one is rather nimble on his feet.” Without waiting for a response, you looped your arm through his and drew him away. As you made your way to the space in front of the band, you could feel the incredulous stares of Steve and Tony behind you.

“Darling,” your companion whispered in your ear, “I believe we’re making a scene.”

It was true, from the corner of your eye you could see people beginning to notice the pair of you. Your left hand went to his shoulder as his right rested on your waist, and your other hands joined together.

“They’re probably wondering if you’re going to corrupt me, or whether I’m going to reform you.” Suredly, Loki began to lead you around in time to the music.

He chuckled, low and silky. “I think it’s entirely possible for both to occur. However, what I can’t understand is how all of the others think you’re this meek and mild goody two-shoes. You’re living for this drama as much as I.” He dipped you, and it was difficult to suppress a full-blown belly laugh. “Minx,” he grinned at you. “How long until we can unsubtly leave and have people think we’re up to no good.”

“After this song, I would think.” You winked at him and he rolled his eyes with all the drama this little show deserved.

“Careful, little one. I might start to think you really mean all of this.”

You pondered his words and wondered to yourself if that would actually be a bad thing at all….

Team up with for a heist 🕶️

Reader (Pipsqueak) & Clint. Rated G. Hi-jinx, Tower fic, Avengers as family, fluff, Shenanigans. <700 words.

You crept along the hallway behind your partner in crime, excited, but also a little scared. Not that there would be any real, horrific consequences if you got caught. This was all in the name of friendly mischief after all. Still…

You tapped Clint on the shoulder and he turned to face you, questioningly.

“Do you think we’ll get caught?” you sighed. He had his hearing aids in, but signing was far more stealthy when you were trying to sneak up on enhanced folk.

“Not if you stick to the plan. I’ll run interference and you grab the treasure.”

You nodded in agreement, and continued forward. When you reached the open door to the common room, you stopped again, waiting outside as Clint straightened up and strolled in, as if he had no cares in the world.

“Hey fellas!”

Okay, you thought from outside, no Nat or Wanda in there. Good to know.

“Hey, Barton.” The deep voice of Bucky answered, and you knew that if he was there, then…

“How’s it going, Clint?” … Steve was there as well. The two were joined at the hip and it was sickeningly sweet. However, outside of Nat, they were going to be the hardest to sneak past. You just had to trust that Clint could distract them.

“Well,” you heard him say, “it’s a funny story…” That was your queue. The plan was that he would start some long, rambling story that had no real conclusion to it while you snuck in the room and carefully grabbed your prize. Looking around the door frame you could see your heist partner and the muscled backs of two super-soldiers, whose body language still gave off an air of interest. With all the stealth you could muster, you tiptoed into the common room, thankful for the carpet on the floor that muffled your steps. However, you did need to get into the kitchenette, which had a tiled floor.

Keeping low, you scurried across the open space and ducked down behind the counter. Clint was still droning on about his friend’s cousin’s son who’d found a one-eyed dog cowering behind a dumpster, and when he did an impression of said dog, letting out a mournful howl, you carefully opened the cupboard in front of you. There was your prize! You wanted to clap your hands in glee, but that would have to wait until later.

It was a moment’s work to pull the cloth bag from your back pocket and you waited for Clint’s next sound-effect to grab what you came here to find. You heard Bucky sigh, loudly and unsubtly, and you waited with baited breath, hoping that Clint could hook him back into the story. The sudden sound of Clint trying to be a bomb seemed to work so you decided to do a grab and dash. Once you rounded the corner, back into the corridor, you sped up into a sprint, before jumping up to grab the vent-duct access door and scrabbling up into your and Clint’s not-so-hidden highway.

You crawled along until you got to the junction that was your current ‘nest’. A soft thunk and a snuffling noise let you know that your charge had woken up.

“Hey, boy.” You reached out and scratched the dirty yellow dog on the top of his head. A few minutes later, Clint appeared by your side, grinning.

“The secret to any lie is to mix in a bit of the truth,” he announced as he reached into the bag beside you and opened the bag of artisan jerky. He pulled out three pieces, passing one to you, shoving another into his mouth and holding the other one out in front of the dog.

“Here you go, Lucky. Some of Bucky and Steve’s personal stash. Full of protein and low on additives.” The animal quickly scoffed it down and started to look around for another piece. The whole bag was empty within a matter of minutes, which was about the same time the three of you heard wails of anguish echoing up into the metal vents.

“Clint! Pip! Where’s my goddamn jerky?”

Friend-zone for life 🛑

Reader (Pipsqueak) & Peter Parker. Rate T. Angst, Unrequited love, friendship, feels. Approx 650 words

“Oh, Peter.” You sighed and gave him a sad smile. The young avenger stood in front of you, his dark hair tamed within an inch of his life with gel, wearing a dress shirt and slacks and holding a slowly wilting bunch of flowers in his hand. It was obvious that he’d heard you griping about your lacklustre love-life and how frustrating it was to be single in the lead up to Valentine’s day, because here he was, standing at your door with the most hopeful look on his face and you were about to break his heart.

“Please hear me out,” he garbled. “I know I’m a bit younger than you, but they say that age is just a number, and it’s not that big of an age gap, and like I’m in my prime and so are you, you know, for umm…” he trailed off as he turned bright pink.

You held back a second sigh — it wouldn’t help — and stepped back from your door to allow him to enter. It wouldn’t do to have this conversation out in the corridor. “Come in. Sit down.”

Peter scurried over to your couch and sat down on the edge of it, his hands holding the bouquet in a death grip. You took a careful seat on the single armchair opposite. “Look, Peter. I’m not going to say I’m not flattered — you’re a good looking young man and you have a lot to commend you — but I’m not what you’re looking for and you’re not what I’m looking for.”

“Oh.” His head dropped and you felt like the scum of the earth. He reminded you of a kicked puppy. “I just thought…”

“I know you did. And let me tell you, when I was your age there is no way I would have approached someone I had a crush on, especially if they were older than me.”

“You’re only nine years older,” he started to argue, but you cut him off with a raised hand.

“Yes, and when you’re my age, nine years older doesn’t mean that much. However, when you’re your age, nine years is a lot. But it’s not even that. I don’t want you thinking you can wait a few years and try again. I don’t want to upset you — I never would, you mean too much to me — but I’ve seen you grow up. I’ve known you since you were fifteen. I know you don’t want to hear it, but you’re my friend — my honorary little brother. I’m never going to be able to love you the way you want and the way you deserve.”

Peter seemed to slump even further, making him look even smaller and even younger. And then you heard the sniff.

“This was stupid. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come.” He suddenly stood up and pressed the heel of his palm to his eye. You turned your head away, trying to give him a semblance of privacy to get himself under control.

“I’m sorry, too. I hope we can still be friends.”

“Yeah. Friends.” There was a petulant note in his voice, but you couldn’t be mad at him. His emotions were currently in charge. “You can keep the flowers. Or bin them. Whatever.” He dropped them on your coffee table and stalked over to the door, leaving your apartment and letting it bang shut behind him.

Now you let out that sigh, cradling your head in your hands as the emotional anguish washed over you. You peered at the flowers, a few of them now hanging limply on snapped stems.

“FRIDAY,” you called out. “Can you ask Tony to go and find Peter? I think he could do with a friend right now.”

“Sure,” the AI responded. “And would you like me to ask Mr Barton to come to you?”

“Yeah. That would be nice.”

Adopt a pet with 🐾

For this I’ve picked M’Baku and his Sabi-Star ([River Deep] Mountain High). Rated G. Fluff. Approx 350 words.

You pressed yourself to M’Baku’s side, both awed and wary at what was in front of you.

“When I said I wanted a pet to keep me company, I was thinking about something a little more ‘lap’ friendly. Or at least manoeuvrable.”

Your lover laughed beside you, the sound rumbling in his chest as much as it rumbled through the air. “Yes, but here in Wakanda, we don’t do anything by halves. And these animals are well trained and extremely loyal. Better than any dog.”

You looked at him pointedly, still not convinced.

“Ah, Sabi. Come,” he cajoled. “We must get closer and let them know you. Maybe pet one of the babies?”

You transferred your gaze from him to one of the babies in question. You did have to admit that they were pretty cute, especially when they ran and their ears flapped around. Giving a small nod of assent, you carefully paced forward, concentrating on these animals that were almost entirely unknown to you - outside of textbooks and the odd zoo visit at least.

M’Baku held out his hand in front of him, and you copied his action, moving cautiously, and the baby Rhinoceros huffed at the pair of you, seemingly disappointed that neither of you held some kind of treat. It moved closer, and you held your breath as it snuffled at your robes, still hoping that you hadn’t arrived empty handed.

Slowly, you reached out your hand and scratched the youngster behind one of its leathery ears and a giggle escaped you. Of all the things you’d experienced here in Wakanda, this was the most surreal. Suddenly, one of the adult rhino’s let out a bellow and the calf’s ears pricked up before it turned on its heels and trotted back over to the rest of the herd.

Behind you, W’Kabi sniggered. “That one is curious, unomdla. He will make a great War Rhino when he is grown. He is not frightened of one thing.”

“Yes,” M’Baku agreed. “Akọni.”

You watched the rhino calf frolic in the grass with the other youngsters, and felt yourself smile as your heart melted.

“Akọni.”

Take on a late-night drive with 🚗

Reader x Lee Bodecker. Rated E. Blowjob, unsafe driving, future sexy time discussed. Approx 250 words.

“Fuck, darlin’! That mouth on you.” The car lurched to the side, before coming back under control.

You pulled off Lee’s cock with a pop and smiled up at him. “Eye’s on the road, Sheriff. You don’t wanna get pulled over for dangerous driving.” You continued to jack him in your spit slicked hand. “You just get us to the look-out safely, and if you manage not to come, then maybe I’ll let you add a little cream to my peach pie.” You gave him a theatrical wink and then resumed your task, licking and slurping all over his shaft before widening your lips over his fat tip.

You hadn’t planned on giving Lee road-head on the way out to ‘your spot’, but you’d been feeling some kinda way all day, and just couldn’t wait a moment longer to get your hands on him. You loved the way his soft flesh filled your hands. How the weight of him on top of you, spent and sated, made you feel safe and relaxed. And you knew, that even if he did blow in your mouth he wouldn’t leave you unsatisfied — he was good with his mouth and hands and he could keep you warm with those until he recovered. Now that you thought about it, that was feeling like a better idea. You hummed and felt him twitch, then slid your hand down to massage his balls.

It turns out that going for a late-night drive could be fun…

Let them fight your battles (while you swoon) 🛡️

This is definitely Nick Fowler and his spoiled brat (Ice Sculpture, Satin and Lace for my lover). Rated M. Violence, Suggestive language. Approx 450 words.

“Come on, darling. You look like you wanna have some fun.”

You reared back and wrinkled your nose as the guy who’d been pestering you all evening, and been getting subsequently more and more drunk, lurched back into your personal space.

“I do, which is why I came here tonight. With my friends. And why I kept telling you ‘no’. Now take the hint and go away.” This man had been the only blot on your night out with friends, and now he had followed the group of you out of the club. Of course he still didn’t engage the last few brain cells he had left, and his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.

“Frigid bitch.”

Instead of being outraged, you rolled your eyes. Now, you could deal with this yourself but it would be far more interesting to watch—

A third hand appeared, gripping your assailant the way he was gripping you, except that this third hand squeezed a lot harder. The man let go of you with a cry and was wrenched away from you with a large amount of force. He staggered, his balance severely impaired, but he wasn’t allowed to fall. Because Nick wasn’t done with him yet.

The drunkard didn’t really know what was going on when the punch landed on the side of his face. His head snapped to the side, but in contrast Nick looked totally unruffled, albeit very angry. God he was magnificent. You pulled your lower lip between your teeth in anticipation, barely noticing the discomfort of your friends at the violence unfolding. Or maybe you just didn’t care.

A second punch followed the first and this time Nick let the man fall, but only so he could follow it up with a violent kick to the ribs, and a stamp to his outstretched hand. He hadn’t even said a word.

Satisfied that the drunken scum wasn’t getting up anytime soon, Nick turned and walked toward you, carelessly wiping away the blood from his knuckles with the handkerchief from his pocket. When he reached you, he cradled your cheek in his palm and you relaxed into it.

“Are you alright, dragostea mea?” His voice was full of concern.

“I’m fine, Nicky. Just need you to take me home.”

“Yes, you need to rest after such a shock.”

You looked up at him, a mix of incredulity and condescension. “No, Nicky, I need you to bend me over and rail me until I cry.”

“Well, who would I be if I denied a lady her wish?”

With a chuckle, you linked your arm through his and let him lead you over to where his car was parked, totally oblivious to the expressions of shock behind you.

Flirt shamelessly with 🌶️

Reader x Tony. Rated M. Sexual Banter, Innuendo, HR nightmare conversations. 550 words.

“You wanted to see me?” You walked into Tony’s office and closed the door behind you. Not because you wanted privacy, per se, but more to stop anyone else overhearing your banter and reporting the pair of you to HR.

Your boss, and friend, looked up from his desk with a big grin on his face and a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “I always want to see you, Bun-bun.”

You grinned back as you walked closer and perched yourself up on the antique mahogany. “I bet you say that to all the girls, Tone.”

Tony clasped his hand theatrically to his chest. “You wound me, Bunny. As if I would restrict my attention to just your sex. Think of all the disappointed fellas.”

A chuckle bubbled up your throat, but you only indulged it for a moment. You were here for work after all. “So what can I do you for, my Liege?”

“Flattery will get you everywhere… but yes, actual adulting.” Tony rolled his eyes and you resisted the urge to smirk — he was so dramatic. “We — and by ‘we’ I mean ‘you’ — need to chase up Cyber-research on their report into the latest AI automaton, Prosthetics need to feedback on, well, the feedback issues and I need a Non-fat, almond milk, Venti Caramel Frappucino.”

Your left eyebrow rose up into your hairline. “One, what did your last slave die of? And two, I thought you only drank black coffee?”

Tony lent across the desk, getting closer to you as if he had some kind of secret to reveal. “In reverse order, Pepper tells me I ought to have a more varied diet and if you, sweet Rabbit, were my slave, I would definitely have you doing far more interesting, and stimulating things, than chasing reports and picking up coffee. Alas, you are merely my PA. Although I do have an opening for a slave position.”

“Just the one position? You disappoint me, boss. I’d expect you to be far more versatile.”

He shrugged with a facade of nonchalance. “I can be versatile, just ask — actually, no. Don’t ask them. It didn’t end well. Anyway, chop-chop. The quicker you leave, the sooner you come back with my coffee and I can continue to convince you of the benefits of being my personal servant as opposed to my personal assistant.”

You pushed yourself off the desk and smoothed down your skirt. “It’s a good thing I can take all of this in the manner in which it’s meant, Tony. Anyone else would have you watching a disappointed Cap video about sexual harassment.”

At your comment, Tony pulled a disgusted face and you giggled as you walked towards the door. You took hold of the knob, turned it and were about to make your exit when Tony decided that he had, of course, to have the last word. “If there’s ever anything else you want to take—” he waggled his eyebrows, “— I have privacy glass in this office.”

You clicked your tongue, flipped him your middle finger and went back to your job, with a shake of your head. Not everyone could handle Tony, but you had to say it made your days that bit more interesting. And who knew, maybe, one day, you’d take him up on his offer.

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The Sports Festival Arc (Soulmate + QH!Izuku AU Part 2)

Okay so I'm really excited for this one because!! Tdiz!! they're finally here!! That said, this Au is kinda Izuku centric at least at the start- so I'll just skip that part as much as I can. If anyone's curious though, the whole gen ed Izuku thing is heavily inspired by 'White Noise' by ressentimental (Its not tddk but still so cool)

So we know that Izuku basically did the first two Tasks quirkless in canon right? Well here he's still himself but he's also far more creative and far more desperate. This is his shot. His one shot. So he wins both the first two tasks.

And Shouto? well. Shouto is baffled. This kind-of-cute-but -nodon'tthinkaboutthat- this student from Gen ed- just stole the victory from under his nose twice and deliberately targeted his left side. Of course he has to drag him to a secluded corner, what else do you expect him to do

It goes like this- Shouto (who is historically terrible at first impressions) demands to know how he knew about his fire. Izuku (an awkward bean) mumbles something about Endevour and Shouto's appearance. Shouto flinches, thinking he's talking about the scar-mark-no scar. Izuku panickedly waves his hands around and explains that no he was just * insert detailed quirk analysis here* which ends with a " I wasn't talking about how you look! you look fine! you look really nice actually! " They're both red.

Back to angst. Shouto asks what his quirk is. Izuku warily says that he doesn't have one. Shouto proceeds to put his foot in his mouth by going like "Oh. well I suppose there's nothing to worry about." And this izuku is FAR more willing to snap his teeth. He rips into him. There's an argument. (Yes this is me speedrunning an enemies-to-friends-to-lovers arc, sue me) Cue Tragic Backstory Reveal.

And Izuku? Izuku is drowning in sympathy. But sympathy never seems to work in these situations (not with Shinsou or Kacchan or Sasaki). And....he's also a little pissed off. He challenges Todoroki, gritting his teeth. Says not to be so arrogant, to half-ass this. They part as Rivals-to-be.

There's the fight. Izuku' aim changes from winning to getting through to Shouto. You might think this doesn't have the same emotional impact as breaking his bones but lets be honest- Izuku has always valued his dreams more. He will earn Shoto's friendship by Throwing Hands in every universe. Izuku wins for plot purposes but I've got Options again-

Option 1- They Touch and get their marks on Live Television. In front of god and everybody. Lots of social media potential but not my favourite option.

Option 2- (where they don't have direct skin contact during the fight because Plot) Izuku is limping back to the infirmary when he finds them. Endeavor, pinning Shouto to a wall. He's hissing horrible things. Shouto is blank until Endeavor says how dare you how could you ever lose to that . Shouto snaps that he lost to a worthy opponent. And Izuku.......well. Izuku maybe, possibly grabs a conveniently placed fire-extinguisher (courtesy of nedzu) and just. Sprays the fucker. He fire extinguishes Endeavor and his stupid Mustache of Death. "Oh my god I am SO sorry, sir, it was totally an accident im such a klutz and oh by the way shouto? Recovery Girl told me to bring you to the infirmary!" He grabs his hand(!) and leaves. They end up speed-walking well limping speed-limping away. Its only when they're safely behind the infirmary doors that they burst into hysterical laughter. They laugh and laugh and don't even realize that their hands are still clasped.

#whoo boy this got long #Shouto is in LOVE #headcannon that Shouto falls for Izuku at the sports festival and Izuku falls for Shouto at Hosu #however he does find Shouto VERY PRETTY (AND ESPECIALLY WHEN HE LAUGHS) since the start #tddk #tdiz #tododeku #bnha #quirkless midoriya izuku #quirkless hero midoriya izuku #soulmate au #should I name this??????#help #update: this has a NAME now #only the sun has come this close

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sinsinsininning · 1 year ago

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A little bit softer

Chapter 2.

Eustass Kid x crew mate!fem!reader

TW: depictions of DV, descriptions of medical terms and procedures, not as smutty

A/N: I don’t know why but l always have to make my reader inserts or OCs a medic in some way……It’s probably bc I’m a vet tech.

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Kid felt… guilty, which wasn’t a normal thing for him. Suspecting you were scared of him was one thing. But knowing you were scared of him was another entirely.

He wanted to shake himself some days, you were just a rookie. Not his lover. Not his partner. He didn’t owe you anything. But then he’d ruin his own pep talk by thinking of you and your face.

After your conversation with Heat, Kid walked on eggshells around you. The entire crew was still trying their damnedest to meddle with him, so encounters with you had ramped up a lot. You both still did your best to avoid eye contact or speak to him. But it was clearly starting to wear on the crew’s patience.

“You need to handle your shit.” Killer said to him one day in his workshop. Kid couldn’t even pretend not to know what he was on about.

“You need to fuck off!” He shouted, feeling his shoulders shake.

“Just talk with her, you never know, maybe she likes you as well.”

Kid burst out in hysterical laughter, needing a few moments to catch his breath.

“She’s terrified of me Killer,” He coughed. “She thinks I’m gonna hit her or something. I heard her telling Heat.” Killer cocked his head, thinking.

“All the more reason to clear the air. What’s more is I can’t have the crew keep trying to pair the two of you up, it’s getting in the way of their tasks.” Kid fixed him with a glare.

“Newsflash, asshole! You were the one who started that shit!” He turned back to his table. “Besides the fuck am I gonna say to make her feel better? Huh?”

“That’s true, you’re not good with words.” Killer nodded and began approaching him. “You’ll just have to use your actions.” Kid laughed.

“Oh yeah? How am I gonna do that?” He asked sarcastically before a sharp pain flared in his right arm. “Ow what the fuck?!”

Killer had cut his arm, a deep laceration at least 5 inches long. The masked man shrugged at his shouting.

“She’s in the med bay, go up there, tell her you got cut while working. Ask her to patch you up.”

“Fuck you this stings!” Kid pressed a used rag to his arm. “I’ll fucking stab you.”

“She won’t be there much longer. Tell her you can’t find me and you can’t stitch yourself with one hand.” Killer took that moment leave, Kid stood there fuming for a moment. Part of him wanted to just stay down here and fix it later, just to piss Killer off.

But a stronger part of him wanted to see you, hopefully you wouldn’t run or hide. He made his way slowly to the med bay, almost hoping you’d be gone. As he entered he saw how unlucky he was.

You had your back to him, wiping down the machines that sterilized the suturing materials and other rudimentary instruments. He coughed to get your attention, keeping his injured arm hidden behind the doorframe.

“Hip are you don- oh!” He hated how tense you became, you soft stomach clenching in worry. “Sorry captain, I thought Hip was done with the mop. What can I do for you?” He showed you his arm and felt a small bit better as you gasped with worry.

The rag he’s used to staunch the bleeding made it look worse than it was, but it had dried a little and was now stuck to his skin. You motioned for him to sit on the chair by the table.

“How’d that happen?” You asked, trying to gently peel the rag off.

“Was working and it just kinda happened.” He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t want to lie to you. “Don’t know where Killer is and I can’t sew with only one hand.” Still not lies technically.

“Gotcha.” You’re all business and he feels a little flush at the sight of you zipping around the room gathering materials. “Well it’s not too bad, really deep though. I’ll numb it, suture it really quick and you should be on your way.” Any trace of fear or anxiety was gone, your posture alert but relaxed, you soft face was focused.

“Take your time.” Kid drawled, enjoying the view, didn’t hurt that your ass looked good as you bent over to grab something under the desk. Your ass always looked good he decided. “Got nowhere to be.”

“Not true,” You return with a small syringe, some type of numbing drug he assumed. “You’re the captain, you probably got plenty of stuff to be doing.”

He didn’t respond, the injection you gave him stung so he had to bite back his swears about it. Neither of you spoke as you worked. You had to stand pretty close to place the sutures, your hands cold but soft as you touched him.

You shivered at one point and Kid realized, horrifically, that he’d leaned to far forward to watch your hands. You glanced up at him, caught his gaze and shuffled a bit further back. He wanted to growl as he saw how tense you’d gotten, your soft apology only making him more frustrated.

You were halfway done and he couldn’t take the silence anymore.

“So.” You tensed again, he could see it in your neck especially. “I never did ask… who was your old captain?” You jabbed the needle a bit harder at the question, obviously not on purpose as you profusely apologized. He ignored and continued to stare until you answered.

“His- um. His name is um… It’s Badger. Captain Badger.” You try to focus once more.

“How long did you sail with him?”

“2 years.”

“How big was the crew?”

“About 15.”

“Where’d you sail?”

“West Blue.”

“Why’d you leave?”

“Um.” You were almost shaking, he almost hesitated.

“Why’d you leave his crew?”

“What does it matter?” Oh that was a response, he grinned, anger was better than fear. At least in his book.

“Answer the question. It’s important for me to know.”

“You never needed to know before. Why now?”

“Because I’ve been watching you.” He leans forward more, meeting your heated glare as you tied the final knot. “You’ve got some peculiar habits, I’d like to know more about that.”

“You’ve been watching me?”

He nodded.

“Like on deck or like…. In my room?”

“Not like that you pervert!” He can’t help but shout, you don’t flinch though. A small grin on your face as you successfully get him off the topic.

“So not my room or the showers? Just to clarify.” He knows he’s blushing but he still growls and stands to his full height. You step back but he follows you, a look of fear in your eyes takes over the glee. But he can’t stop himself from continuing.

“You’re clever, but I still need an answer.” He crowds your space, placing both hands on the counter behind you, caging your body with his. He leans forward, letting his breath fan over your ear. “Why did you leave?”

You stay silent, face red and a little sweaty, he pulls back just enough to admire the sight. He can’t make a reassuring face to save his life, but he tries as tears fill up your eyes. Still, he can’t stop, he needs this. You need this.

“If you are unhappy with my performance or skills, tell me and I will fix them. I haven’t brought any bad habits on board. I assure you.” You finally answer, your words felt warm against his face, he grinned some more.

“Uh-uh you see, one of those habits, the only one really,” His grin drops from his face. “Is that you’re scared of your captain.” You pale at his words and start to shake a little. He continues, drawing back slightly.

“That’s something he taught you, right?” He tilted his head a little. “To be scared of your captain. Because you never know when he’ll just up hit you, right?” He parroted your words from the bar back to you. Your eyes are wide with recognition.

“I’m sor-“

“Save it,” He cuts you off. “I know I’m scary, it’s my whole deal. I’m a scary pirate who murders and pillage. But my crew is mine. Understood. I don’t let anyone harm them, especially not myself.” You lean back into the counter more.

“You hurt Wire. You made him need staples and you didn’t even seem sorry. You didn’t help patch him up.” Kid knew this was coming, he still didn’t know what to say.

“It was a mistake,” He said. “I didn’t mean to hit him, but you’re right. I should’ve check on him and made sure he wasn’t hurt.” It was hard to admit he was wrong, but in the small medical room, to you, it was a little easier.

Both of you stayed quiet for a while. He made no move to let you go. And you made no move to try. He wasn’t sure if he would’ve actually stopped you if you did. Finally, the tension in you jaw and shoulders eased, just a little.

“Badger… was bad. He didn’t just hit us. He stole from us and wouldn’t let us leave, even if some managed to escape they’d have no Beris. It’d be like starting from scratch, but worse because if he caught you he’d kill you.” You paused, taking a big breath, turning to stare at the wall. “I was secretly saving Beris, to hopefully run off and be able to hide from him. I didn’t have much, barely anything. One day he came and told me he wanted me to be his… wife.” Kid stood up straight, leaning back like he’d been struck, you continued barely noticing him.

“I told him no, I should’ve said yes and bided my time. Maybe I could’ve taken more people with me, but I was an idiot.”

“No that’s not-“ You cut him off.

“He threw a fit, tried to kill me. His devil fruit power nullifies weapons, so I couldn’t fight back. I tried to stage a mutiny, but everyone was too afraid, he’d never lost a fight. Eventually I jumped over board and swam to shore. I hid on a marine ship, I never had a bounty so I just pretended to be some girl who wanted to travel. I flirted with some of them and got a ride to a port a few islands over.” You sighed, a long exhale that seemed to deflate you. “I had no Beris or even clothes. But I overheard some rookies talking about joining your crew. I figured it was the safest option. So I spoke with Killer and here I am.” You trailed off quietly, tears still hadn’t fallen yet, it was almost impressive.

Kid didn’t speak for several long minutes, just watching you hold your breath. Finally he pushed off the counter, giving you both some breathing room. He began to exit when you called out.

“Captain what are you doing?”

He turned with a scowl.

“I’m setting a course to go murder that asshole.”

“What? Why that’s so far off our course.”

“I told you, you’re my crew. We’re gonna go murder him, then if any of your old friends wanna join the crew they can.” He laughed at your shocked face. When he’d caught his breath he turned again to leave.

#one piece #one piece smut #eustass kid #eustass x reader #kid x reader

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voxofthevoid · 22 days ago

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#90 or #64 sound delicious 🙌

Oh, those are fun picks! I approve. Going with #90 because it has a hefty 3.3k outline. And #64 needs more reworking because I outlined it with post-Shibuya angst in mind and need to integrate post-Shinjuku angst properly—basically work in Gojou's death rather than his sealing. Ah, the kinder days.

90. seven new ways that you can eat your young: Yuuji mistakes Getou for his absent mother extraordinaire and the resulting “Mum?” deals indelible psychic damage to Getou and Gojou both. Then they all fuck about it.

This is the opening scene. Also, I'm only tagging this with "goyuuge," but the scene below is heavy on satosugu. I'm assuming anon's cool with that, but I know a good chunk of my readers/followers aren't into that ship, so don't read further in that case.

Open with Satoru stating out loud, “Hey, that kid has pink hair.” Suguru berates him, and Satoru counters that he’s not exactly pointing and laughing here. Suguru says he has no leg to stand on when he’s a white peacock. Satoru squawks and then petulantly adds he didn’t even mean it in a bad way—the kid’s cute. Suguru starts again on how that’s inappropriate, and Satoru muses to himself that even decades later, he turns into a bratty teenager with this man. He can’t even tell whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

Suguru quiets down and Satoru realizes it’s because Pinkie’s coming their way, with that typical teenage ambling—quite controlled, almost graceful, despite the boy having a gangly quality that speaks to an ongoing growth spurt. It’s the kind of movement that draws eyes no matter how unassuming the bearer, and this kid never had a chance at subtlety, what with the hair. The way he’s frowning at his phone like it holds all the secrets of the universe is very typical teenage behavior, but the awkward way he types on it, practically stabbing the touch screen with one stretched-out finger is emphatically not. Suguru hisses at him to stop staring, and Satoru does, hooking his leg around Suguru’s and drawling that “you know I only have eyes for you, darling.”

Suguru exasperated. Hard sell. But he doesn’t tug his leg away and when he settles, their arms press together from shoulders to wrists. Sitting together on one side of couch-like seats, the other side left empty, the way they always have. Satoru’s always walked beside this man, never felt any need to be across from him.

Then—a shadow over the table, a startled “Mum?” Satoru looks up to see Pinkie standing by their table, phone clutched in a limply dangling arm, and staring at Suguru with perfect bewilderment. Suguru looks—

Satoru cracking up with laughter that quickly grows hysterical. Chokes out “you should see the look on your face.” Insert a description—catatonic horror, worse than the time Shouko walked in on them fucking in her living room.

Neither Suguru nor the boy reacts. Satoru sits up, wiping tears, and finds the kid staring at him now. Satoru grins cheekily and asks if he’s going to call Satoru “daddy.” Yuuji blinks slow and says his father’s dead—and you don’t look anything like him anyway. But Suguru looks like your mum? Yuuji says yeah, they do—exactly like his mum. Then he turns back to Suguru and says, “But you’re not, are you?” Suguru makes a noise. Satoru helpfully says that Suguru lacks the equipment for that. Yuuji rocks back on his feels with a quiet “huh.” Shakes his head, says guess the seven doppelgängers thing really is true. Gives a shallow bow and apologizes (seemingly sincerely) for the trouble.

And he turns around to leave, just like that, when Suguru startles into motion, standing and lurching out of the open booth, almost falling flat on his face thanks to his and Satoru’s tangled legs, dragging Satoru to the edge of the seat too. The kid catches Suguru, going “Woah, you okay, man??” and instead of backing off and pretending he has dignity left to salvage like he usually does, Suguru grips the kid’s forearm and urgently asks, “What’s their name? Your mother—what are they called?” Yuuji blinks slowly and says, “Kenjaku.”

It ends up with all three of them fucking nasty, as promised, but I'm particularly excited to tackle a flavor of incest that's not about Yuuji's and Getou's blood relation so much as both of them having known Kenjaku at a formative stage of their lives (there's so much backstory peppered in through this thing) and that having ripple effects. Gojou is a gleeful enabler.

#anon #jjk #goyuuge #wip open season #my fic #fic: seven new ways #divider credit: sweetmelodygraphics

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mythicalmagical-monkeyman · 7 months ago

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Le gays, nothing new lmao. Undercut, you know the drill. @murkystarlight

Summary:

Cyborg Cooper only he mentally dies while thinking about the technicalities and freaks out to Mateo about it

Additional Tags:

Izzie and Z- Blob are there briefly. headcanons, Cyborg Cooper. Mateo’s a good boyfriend. Cooper’s sparky, literally. mental crisis. Author wrote this on a whim. Dream world setting. Comfort. No beta we die mentally. Aged-Up Character(s)

With a yawn, Mateo swung his feet over the side of his bed and swiveled his head around to take in the landing.

Unlike usual the landing was mostly quiet and the only others in sight were Izzie and Cooper who were sitting over by the trunk of the Marlowbaconkiller, the treehouse tree. So fight them they had been annoying baby teens when they had named the poor tree.

Z-Blob landed with a squish as he jumped up onto Mateo’s shoulder and nuzzled into the teen’s cheek with a gooey head bump. Mateo leaned into it until Z-Blob popped back to simply go on to stand on his shoulder and Mateo got up.

Lazily the two made their way over to the tree.

As Mateo drew closer he took in how Izzie was scribbling notes aggressively in a notebook while leaning against the front of the tree trunk while Cooper leaned up against the side, staring down in dismay at his hands.

Mateo tilted his head to the side, “Alright what’s Cooper having a mental crisis about this time?”

Izzie abruptly looked up before drawing out a long, “Uhhhhhhhh,” she then leaned over to glance around the side of the tree before turning back to Mateo, “it’s probably … better just to ask him about it yourself.”

Mateo pressed his lips into a thin line but with an audible pop he let his mouth fall back open as he muttered, “Oh that’s not concerning.”

Z-Blob hopped down from Mateo’s shoulder to join Izzie in whatever she was doing as Mateo walked the short distance over to Cooper.

“Hey,” Mateo greeted, waving his hand slightly.

His boyfriend let out a deranged, “EHH,” in greeting as he continued to stare at his hands.

Ah, “So it’s that type of night?” Mateo guessed as he crouched in front of Cooper, “What happened this time?”

Cooper shakily held up his hands, the pair of them cybernetic and metal thanks to a bit of dream crafting, though Mateo knew Cooper’s entire right arm up to his collarbone was metallic whereas only everything below the wrist on his other hand had been given the same treatment.

“ Do I technically have hands?” Cooper asked, his voice half hysterical.

Mateo blinked, and took a small second to think of how to respond, “That’s… silly frijoles, of course you have hands. They’re right here,”

Mateo carefully grabbed Cooper’s hands in his own, wrapping them from the sides and bringing them up to his mouth so he could kiss his knuckles.

“No, no, but like they’re cyborg replacements,” Cooper insisted, his voice sounding hushed yet panicked as he pulled his hand a little ways from Mateo, “ I dream crafted these! THEY’RE NOT MY REAL HANDS! Nothing’s under thesssse-”

“Coop how’d you even begin to think about thi-“Mateo cut himself off as he heard snickering from his side and slowly turned away to see Izzie shaking with badly hidden laughter, “SERIOUSLY!?”

“What!?” Izzie crowed back, her tone sounding like she was only trying to half defend herself, “I was curious,”

“Oh my gaw Izzie,”

“HEY LISTEN THE THOUGHTS WERE TOO STRONG-“ Izzie yelled, scooting over to hide herself more behind the tree.

Mateo simply shook his head with a sigh, “Izzie-“

“She’s right, she’s right, she’s right though!! ” Cooper hissed, and Mateo turned back towards him as the blond started to squirm a little, “ They’re not my hands Mateo, they’re inserts and I can take them off! There’s nothing under them, they’re full cybernetic robot hands!!! ‘TEO! ‘TEO DO YOU UNDERSTAND-“

Before Mateo could quite register what was happening, Cooper had grabbed him by the shirt collar and begun to shake him.

“Hey, hey!” Mateo grabbed his boyfriend by the shoulders only to adjust his hands to the sides of Cooper’s ribcage when Cooper winced, “Quit shaking me!”

Cooper quickly cooled it but still vibrated slightly like he wanted to keep shaking something. Without thinking much about it, Mateo sat down and gently dragged Cooper forward so he could pull him into his lap. Cooper knelt, straddling Mateo’s lap, and wrapping his arms around the other’s neck as well. Slowly they started to rock, back and forth, as Mateo nuzzled his face into Cooper’s shoulder he tried to find where flesh turned to metal so he could plant a few kisses along the fissure while rubbing his fingers up Cooper’s spine.

When Cooper finally settled, Mateo pulled back, loosening the blond's grip around his neck so that his wrists rested on Mateo’s shoulders.

Though it was such a small tick, such a small movement yet all Mateo noticed was Cooper’s eyes flicking away, not daring to look at him directly so Mateo reached up and took Cooper’s hands in his own again. He laced their fingers together, the metal cold and rough but Mateo knew that for all the danger they could possess they’d never hurt him.

“Alright Coop,” Mateo stated as squeezed the blond’s hands, “Cooper look at me ‘kay.”

Slowly Cooper looked at him, almost shyly like he was scared but Mateo greeted him with a soft smile.

“These are your real hands ok, they might be different now, they might be damaged and changed, but they’re still your hands.” The tenseness seemed to ease from Cooper’s shoulders as Mateo went on, “They’re an extension of you and everything they do, they’ve saved people, saved me , they’re a part of you just as much as the rest of you is. But most importantly they’re still you.”

Hesitantly Cooper shook his head as he tried to protest, “Bu-but my… my lightning, it comes from them not from me, they aren’t a part of me-?” Cooper’s voice picked up at the end like he was almost stuck between trying to prove to Mateo that his lightning wasn’t his and like he was still questioning his existence.

So his lightning was also part of the problem, hu. Mateo wouldn’t lie when he said he hadn’t quite grasped the idea of how Cooper was able to summon up sparks of red electricity that he could use shock people or fry the circuitry of something but he figured it probably wouldn’t be horrible if he made a jump to try and guess at where it came from.

“Your lightning doesn’t come from these,” Mateo let go of Cooper’s right hand so he could place the back of his hand up against where his heart would be, “it comes from this-“

Cooper quick jumped in to correct him, “That’s not how electricity works-“

“Shhh, I’m trying to make a point you doof, but listen. This is all you,” he let Cooper’s other hand drop so he could gesture to the blond in full, “they’re you ‘kay? Even if it doesn’t seem like it.”

Cooper glanced down at his hands and adjusted them to hold them a little higher so that he could safely summon up a little spark of electricity that crackled along his fingers before reaching the tips and dying out. He shook his hands out after that and lurched forward to tackle Mateo into a hug.

The pair fell back onto the ground with a small “oof” where Mateo returned the hug tightly.

“You good now?” Mateo asked as he felt Cooper start to wiggle a little.

“Mph, give me a minute,”

“Alright, but then we’re talking about when the last time you slept before this was,”

Cooper let out a scream which slowly dissolved into a laugh, “AHHHHHHHAHA, NO!”

“COOPER-“

#Expanded au #ex au #feel free to ask questions #cuz this one has a little bit of #idk lore ? Ig #ex Cooper has baby lightning powers #lego dreamzzz #dreamzzz #neonnerdshipping #neon nerds #neon nerd shipping #dreamzzz cooper #dreamzzz mateo #dreamzzz izzie #fanfic #fanfiction #lego dreamzzz fanfiction

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obsidianpen · 1 year ago

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Me again, I just thought of a scenario, imagine: Harry goes to the B&B, he talks to TR, right, but he's going to have to buy something, it's strange for him to go to a store and leave without buying anything, right? So what if he bought the Slytherin locket?! 👁👄👁

Even better, he buys the locket and presents it to Tom, claiming some excuse like 'for the good chat., or Harry buys it and takes it with him, that would irritate Tom, I know!! lmaoo

oh ok I should go to sleep before I wake everyone up with my hysterical laughter haha

oKAy so what I imagined was really similar!!! But at this point I assumed that Hepzibah already had it, Tom just doesn’t know where it is yet. I feel like it’ll it were at B&B he’d def steal it, or at least would never let it walk out the door with some saucy old witch. So what I imagined happening (omg here I go agaaaaaain) is that Harry - who we’ve now established is dressed nicely with a small fortune, see previous post - waltzes in, and yeah, he has to actually be looking around like he belongs there. Happens to be at the ‘likely cursed jewelry and shit’ section, that’s when riddle manifests like ‘what can I help you find yadda yadda insert much more suave and titillating words here’, Harry sees it’s all jewelry and so he says the first thing he thinks of, that he’s looking for a locket, riddle asks what kind, Harry finds himself semi describing Slytherin ha lockets before he catches himself and is like “er, no, I meant—you know what, nevermind” and riddle is a bit sus, Harry is mediocre at Occlumency so while he’s able to keep his thoughts private he is not able to do so gracefully and so Harry is certain that riddle knows he’s using it very consciously whenever they make eye contact - so, flustered, he tries to act all bored and like this store has nothing he wants and to leave on a high note, BUT THEN riddle, who is clearly very intrigued by this mysterious rich wizard who has yet to give his name and who is obviously looking for Slytherins locket, just like he is - asks very nonchalantly about the scar on his forehead (“…I’m no expert,” Riddle said lowly, those black eyes visibly tracing the jagged lines of his scar, “but it looks to have been caused by something… dark.”)

OH and right before he leaves, Burke is like, “couldn’t help but over hear you, sir, I believe I know the locket you’re describing. Very rare, beautiful piece, you have excellent taste, if my assumption is correct. Rumored to have belonged to Salazar Slytherin himself… sold it a few months ago to a different patron… but do check back with us. Many of our objects have a fascinating way of returning to our shop.”

Riddle: innocent expression, definitely about to look up who that patron was and go get that locket asap, several years before he otherwise would have

Harry, internally: fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuujuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

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wishitweresummer · 2 years ago

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Hiccups (Sapnap x Y/N)

Word count: 621

Hey guys! Remember when I asked if anyone wanted a self-insert Sapnap tickle fic and then never ever brought it up again…here it is!

You’re the lee…good luck! <3

I narrow my eyes at Sapnap from across the dining table, swallowing hard and dropping the now-empty sugar packet between us. Then...I hiccup again. We let out a groan at the same time.

I've had the hiccups for about fifteen minutes now and we've been trying to get rid of them. We started with some little breathing exercises, then he held me in a hand stand. We moved on to chugging water and now eating some sugar. Nothing seems to work.

"Honestly, you need to shut up it's so annoying.", he says. I respond with a hiccup, ignoring his fake aggression.

"Is there anything we haven't tried?".

"Actually, wait! We can get back to that in a second, I gotta tell you something. “, Sapnap stares at me until he’s sure he has my attention. “So, yesterday I was walking into the- BOO!!!", he jumps up suddenly as he yells, causing his chair to fall back and me to jump in surprise a little. "Did I scare you?".

"I mean, yeah.", I say, then hiccup. “You’re an idiot.”. He throws his hands up and stands there for a moment, but then starts to walk around the table towards me.

"That's it. Get up.", he speaks sternly.

"Huh?".

"Get up.".

I stand up, but gasp painfully as he quickly grabs me around the waist and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Hey hey -hic- hey!", I yell. He walks to the couch and throws me down on my back. “Sapnap!!”. Before I can stop him, he grabs my sides roughly and shakes me by them, causing me to squeal out and squirm under his hold, my hands trying to push his away. "No!!!", but he does anyway. He starts to tickle my sides and I throw my head back, hiccuping loudly through my laughter. “Stop!!!”.

"I'm going to tickle them away!".

"Please! You're -hic- just punishing -hic- me!", I sputter out through my laughter. My hiccups seem to be getting worse. I twist and keep trying to throw his hands off. He jerks his hands up and tickles roughly at my rib cage, sending a ticklish jolt through my body. "No!! No please!", I squeal and laugh. I feel a hot blush take over my nose and cheeks as I have to resort to begging. Sapnap doesn’t listen.

Soon, another hiccup slips out between my laughter and his tickling becomes rougher. He moves one hand to my side and the other to that spot above my knee on my thigh. I cry out and slip into hysterical laughter, my hands pushing at his body and hands and the couch and anything I can get them on. My body convulses against my will at the ticklish touch. He's silent and smirking as he tortures me, clearly enjoying himself.

In an attempt to get away, I flip onto my stomach…which is a huge mistake. He straddles my back and continues the tickling. Poking at my back and sides, squeezing at my shoulders and my hips. His hands are everywhere. I gasp and laugh and squeak and squirm.

"Okay!! I can't take it!!". I squeeze my eyes shut as I struggle under his weight, feeling myself get lost to the feeling. I’m completely helpless now.

“I’m helping you.”, Sapnap leans in a little to tease the words right into my ear. I can’t help my embarrassing squeal.

"No more!". More tickling. "Please!". Even more tickling. "Oh my god!". Merciless tickling.

I gasp out as it suddenly stops and his weight moves off of me. I lay on the couch limp, gasping for breath. I roll over after a few seconds to see his smiling face.

"You have been cured!", he declares.

#ler!sapnap #self insert tickle #self insert #mcyt tickle #sapnap tickle #mcyt tickle fic #mcyt fluff

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theseideasofminepercolatethemind · 2 months ago

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This is the second chapter to my Harry Potter fanfic. I don't own any rights to J.K Rowlings plots or characters I'm merely inserting a couple OCs into her universe with a couple of weeks to the story here or there.

Please find the first chapter on my blog and I hope you enjoy the second.

Warnings, acts of violence, emotional trauma.

This fanfic is inspired a lot by Fiona Apples music.

Some of the lyrics from Oh Well are within this chapter. The title Unconditional love is also taken from that song. I highly recommend listening to it.

A boy.

Around my age by the look of him.

Dressed in black robes, ivory skin, storm grey eyes, curled black hair that just kissed his shoulders. His hands raised in surrender, eyebrows peaked, a cautious smile tickling his face.

"How did you find me?" My voice hoarse, eyes weary, scanning the trees looking for others.

"I err, I saw you through the window of the hall. After you left Dolohov got a house to take your mother away. He said some of her, your, family were coming in the morning to take her home. Then he told all of us that were underage to get out and wait in the room across the hall with a different house elf. But I slipped out... And you know you screamed right? I think even everyone left in the house heard it."

It took all my strength to stay focused, until this point I hadn't realised just how little fight I had left in me.

Everything was so empty.

Hollow.

Keep going. Mum was alive.

Keep going. She would be free.

Keep going... I had screamed...

Somewhere between the realisation that the last words I'd said aloud to my mother had been ones of torture and the terrifying thought that she might not be sane enough to remember who I am to come back for me one day...

"And nobody saw you? Nobody will come looking for you?" Each of my words dipped in disbelief.

He chuckled, lowering his hands slowly running one through his hair and meeting my eyes easily,

"No, no one saw me and from the sound of it they'll be in the hall for a while. I'm quite skilled at disappearing and none of the other kids will care that I'm not there or notice. For a while anyway, I'd say I've got about an hour easily."

"Why find me?"

A short bark of laughter this time,

"Because, I feel like we could be friends." He took a small step forward and held out his hand,

"Sirius, Sirius Black."

I didn't move. Searching his eyes and aura for any slither of doubt. What I felt instead was a flicker of warmth, light... respect?

Exhaling, tension dissolving. I close the distance between us and shake,

"Zerina, although I'm sure you know who I am now."

I break eye contact and drift to the edge of the creek, slipping off my shoes and socks, dipping my feet into the creek. Shivering off the shadows of the day, sighing deeply, eyes closed.

I hear Sirius join me, sitting on my right. I feel the droplets of water kiss my skin as his feet joined yours. I smile at his gasp at the temperature of the water and open my eyes.

"Sirius huh, Andromeda's cousin right?"

"Yeah that's right, so you know who I am too."

A more comfortable silence,

"Well, I know Andromeda prefers your company to her sisters."

"She's spoken about you to, said you're different to the others and after seeing you tonight she wasn't lying."

Looking up to meet his eyes you see his lazy smile and admiration but I purse my lips and my eyes cloud over,

"I don't know, I started off the entertainment remember," a clawed hand constricting your organs, "Maybe I'm not so different."

Finger tips on top of mine grounded my spiralling soul.

"No, I don't believe that." His voice soft but unwavering "You didn't have a choice. Besides if you hadn't then Bella wouldn't have gotten her nose broken or lost three teeth."

It started as a startled slip of a laugh, a short sharp burst that bubbled up from my growing delirium. It blossomed into gut wrenching hysterics within seconds, encouraged by Sirius joining in.

It lasted a couple of minutes.

A couple of minutes of pure uninterrupted light.

I pulled my feet from the water, laid back onto the grass and took deep calming breaths.

"You shouldn't have followed me. If anyone sees you with me you'll look worse then Bellatrix." Sirius laid back next to me and shrugged.

Mutual understanding, respect and just a sprinkling of hopelessness flowed between us.

"So, Sirius Black," he turn his head to look at me, eye brows raised.

"Would you like to be friends?"

"Sure," he smiled and my body softened

"So, Zerina, how come this is the first time I've seen you?" I snorted.

"My father. He's under the impression that if I don't mingle with any boys then I'll be too innocent and naive to even approach them at Hogwarts. You saw what he was like tonight. Tonight everyone saw me. Everyone saw what he did to my mother without even raising his own wand. A show to all of you of what the consequences could be if anyone tries to take as his little golden angel." Spitting out the last three poisonous words.

Sirius grimaced.

"So how come you're not his little angel."

"Because my mother isn't blind and bitch-slapped sense into me when I was 5." Laughing at what felt like such a distant memory but still tasting the sour shame of that day at the back of my throat.

"Literally?"

"Mmhmm, the only time she's ever hit me and I thank Merlin everyday she did." Sirius raised himself slightly by his elbows and looked at me to continue. So I told him about my first trip out with my mother. Cheeks flaming in shame, and conscious of Sirius watching me, I look up to search his face.

Sirius had turned on to his side to face me properly, holding his head up, elbow propped on the grass. His lips were thinned, eyes glazed

"Your mum sounds nice," the shake in his voice made me instinctively roll towards him.

"She is, she's the only reason I could stomach living here. I thought we'd be able to get out without all of this... I knew she was always working on a way to get us out, she'd never tell me because she was scared of what would happen if father thought I was involved with any of it. Now... Now I guess I'll have to find my own way out." Whilst I spoke both of us had sat up facing each other,

"I'm sensing your parents are as bad as each other,"

Sirius laughed darkly "Let's say going to Hogwarts couldn't come fast enough." There was a short sharp pause, an intake of breath,

"It'd be easier if one of them cared, or didn't think the way they do; or have the friends they have. If SOMETHING, anything was different." Pulling at the grass, trying to shake the tears before they started.

I felt something shatter around the boy, feeling him begin to spiral, in a blink I moved so I was next to him; arm looping over his shoulders, resting the tops of our heads together.

Sirius tensed as I moved but could stop himself from relaxing into my touch.

"Fuck 'em" I whispered, feeling Sirius jump at the noise laughing as we broke the hug and he looks at me eyes twinkling.

"You swear a lot for an angel."

"The angel is solely reserved for self-preservation. Swearing like the muggle friends I've made when I go out with my mum and the Albanian she taught me is like... a part of the real me." The part that was Voltane. Sighing softly I look up at the stars,

"Tonight is the last night I'll get to be me for a while. That's partly why I went for Bella. I know without my mum I won't see the light of day again unaccompanied by one of fathers rats until I get to Hogwarts."

"So why not smash her face into the ground" Sirius finished for me nodding, smiling.

"Precisely. I wasn't specifically waiting for Bella, she nominated herself when she spat..." stopping short, throat suddenly ablaze, but I didn't need to finish.

It was Sirius' turn to pull me into a side armed hug. Clumsy, innocent and for a few minutes we both sat, enjoying the peace, the quiet. The light.

A voice stole it.

It came rumbling over the grounds, clawing you both back to the present.

"Zerina, you have 20minutes, don't make me send out the dogs."

"Dogs!?" Sirius raised his eyebrows

"He's talking about Fenrir's lackeys."

"What!?"

"Oh, don't worry it's not a full moon and they don't touch me just herd me back to the house." I rolled my eyes and stand up stretching.

"Well, you should slip back first. It's alright it'll only tale me 5 minutes or so to get back in eye sight and that'll be good enough." Extending my hand as I spoke, Sirius took it and stood. He was only a couple of centimeters taller,

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, don't worry, it'll be worse if I came waltzing out of the woods with you trust me. I'll take whatever the Lestranges want to do in retaliation and then do whatever it takes to see mum again before she leaves."

Sirius nods, runs a hand through his hair and meets my eyes,

"I guess, see you at Hogwarts?" I smile,

"Definately..." My smile widens, eyes suddenly sparkling

"Fancy making a deal?" His eyesbrows raise again,

"Not only will we escape our shitty parents, but we will do everything we can to not be a Slytherin." Sirius' smile almost split is face in two,

"And I thought I was supposed to be the bad influence"

Reaching forward we shook hands.

"Deal."

Then he slipped away.

During the walk back to the house I took the time to carefully shut and lock the doors on parts of myself. Using the last essence of willpower I had to get you through the final wave of this shit storm. Watching the silhouettes of the families filing out of the main doors, I slipped into a side door instead.

All I craved was my mother. Too see her. Hold her. Have her hold me.

So you headed straight back to the dining hall. There was father, Mr and Mrs Lestrange, Bella, Narcissa and Andromeda. Detached. Giving eye contact to who was talking but not seeing them. Only listening enough to be able to respond when it was required of me. Taking the jaw cracking slap that Bella's mother gifted to me. Waiting until it was just me and father left in the room.

Reattached. My voice low, cold, calm.

"Listen to me. I love you through the pain you cause; I love you despite your belittling cruelty; I love you even though my love is wasted on you. I love the idea you love me too." I hold up a hand to silence him as his mouth opened,

"But tonight, tonight what you did to me made me see myself something different. Though I try to talk sense to myself but I just won't listen. What wasted unconditional love on somebody who doesn't believe in the stuff. Oh well. I will stay with you because I don't have the strength to leave. I'm going to see mother and then go to bed."

Antonin was struggling. Battling with his pride at the dark tendrils that surrounded his daughter and the urge to squash it at the same time. He had never loved you. No. But he refused to be afraid of you.

"Be grateful you are still a child." Was what he managed as I was leaving the room.

I turned, giving my father a soft, venomous smile,

"I couldn't have said it better myself."

Leaving my words trickling down fathers spine.

Outside the dining hall my hands immediately went to the locket on the neckless around your neck. Opening it I breathed

"NëNë"

In one of the mirrored windows of the locket my mothers face swam into view. She looked tired. But her eyes focused and latched onto mine,

"I'm in my room." She whispered, I nodded not trusting my voice and ran.

Outside my mother's door was the house's house-elf DeeDee,

"Oh Miss Dolohov, such a terrible evening. Be warned your mother is not quite herself."

"Mmm I'm not quite myself yet either DeeDee so I'm sure we'll be alright, is Ursa with her?" Ursa was my mother's house elf from the house she'd lived in, in Albania that had travelled to England with her over a decade ago.

"Yes Miss."

"Good, thank you DeeDee."

"Not at all Miss."

I enter the room. The metallic, salty scent that consumed the room almost made me choke.

"Miss Zerina!" Ursa always called me by my first name. "Look Madame, it's Miss Zerina, I told you she would come. Now Madame, please let Ursa run a bath and change your clothes."

My mother was sat at her dresser, our eyes meeting her disassociated reflected ones; a small ripple of recognition, a twitch of the lips.

She began to stand and her body began to tremble, pain and exhaustion betraying her.

"Come on NëNë, let's have a bath." I slip an arm around her waist; holding onto one of her hands, Ursa taking the other we inch our way to the bathroom.

Carefully helping my mother to undress, while Ursa ran a bath infused with herbs and salts, I fiercely fight back the tears as each layer of clothing removed revealed a new layer of hurt. I fetched a bowl and cloth and tend to my mothers wounds, she hums softly to the tune to a rather rude song I'd learnt off a group of older muggle children on another outing with mother. Unable to stop the laugh that punched out of me as she sang the last two lines aloud,

"And if you all don't like it, I don't give a flying fuck!" mother giggled with me and then abruptly stopped,

"Zerina." Voice calm, eyes locked onto my face,

"Yes, NëNë?"

"Make sure you don't swear around your father." I grinned up at her and rolled my eyes,

"Yes NëNë."

Once my mother was clear of blood and grime I help her into the bath.

Neither of us speak much as I help mother wash her aching muscles, then I stand and find her favourite shampoo and conditioner.

As I begin on mothers hair she felt enough pieces of her soul stitch back together to speak coherently.

"Zerina. I'm so sorry. I thought I was close to getting us out. What time is it?" Voice raising she suddenly gripped the sides of the bath, head twitching in my hands.

"It's nearly midnight NëNë." Keeping my voice soothing, soft. Finger tips massaging mothers head until I feel her relax again,

"It'll be okay NëNë, when are they coming?"

"At 4am. I was going to tell you tonight. I still don't know how your... he found out. He just knew. This morning after breakfast. He just told me he knew and to wait in his bedroom." Mothers whole weary frame jerked involuntary "Shit. Sorry." I leave her hair and quickly crouch next to her, holding her hands and looking into her eyes,

"It's okay NëNë, breathe. Don't tell me about him. Tell me about home. Where are you going? Who are you staying with?" Mothers eyes struggled to focus for a few seconds but I wait, stroking my fingers against her hands until the trembles subsided and her gaze settled on my face.

"I'm going back home." She whispered.

"Yes, your going home." I smile at her and brush back a strand of hair,

"Let's finish washing your hair, tell me, who's coming to take you home NëNë?"

"My Grandfather ...... and my sister ....."

"That will be nice, have you seen them since moving to England?"

"Not in person no. I've written to them and ..... visits me in the fire sometimes. I wanted you to come with me, we were going to be free... and now..."

"Now you are free. And I will be free NëNë, I will get out, I'll come to you in Albania and then it's you and me. Always, no matter what." Mother laughs softly,

"You are so strong Bukuroshe. Don't let him take that from you. I will keep trying to get you back Zerina, once I'm home, always no matter what." She reached for one of my hands and I hold it, squeezing it tight.

Elira kisses my hand and then releases it, allowing me to finish washing and rinsing her hair. Once the bath was over I help mother into her nightgown and guide her to bed. Sliding in next to her, she pulls me close, both of us beginning to silently cry.

I settle after a few minutes,

"I love you so much NëNë" my voice heavy, breathing deep.

"I love you to Zerina Vetone. Always,"

"No matter what" I finish before sleep suffocates me.

It felt more like a dream when I saw mothers face swimming infront of my own. Finger tips brushing my cheek, whispering words wishing me goodbyes and love yous. I blink, struggling to grip reality but can't quite grasp...

Elira soothes her daughter back into sleep, kissing her forehead and stroking her face. Catching a sob in her throat, determined not to wake her and make this any harder then it already was. Forcing every atom in her body to obey she grasped Ursas hand and aparated to the front of the house.

#fanfiction #fanfic #harry potter #antonin dolohov #bellatrix lestrange #sirius black #mauraders #marauders era #fiona apple

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uncarbonatedsoda · 2 months ago

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I'm bored, so I thought I'd share some wip snippets!! there's three under the cut for anyone to read ^^

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wip #1 - current title: yone and his dummies lol

"You should at least work in bed with me and K'Sante!" Haru complained, and Yone grunted irritably as the smaller man tugged on his arm.

"I already told you, it's healthier for your-"

"-For your brain to associate your bed with sleep, I knooowww!" Haru interrupted with a dramatic groan. He moved to the back of the chair and draped himself over Yone's back, nuzzling his neck, ".. you say that every night, too." He mumbled.

"And you refuse to listen to me." Yone replied flatly, going back to typing.

"I don't listen to K'Sante either." Haru replied cheekily, and Yone smirked.

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wip #2 - current title: movie night

"KAAAYYYYYNNN!!"

Kayn immediately broke into a grin as he opened the warehouse side door, and Yara practically threw himself into his arms.

"Haha! Hey pretty girl~! Been a while, huh?"

"Are you kidding?! It's been forever!!" She exclaimed as Kayn lifted her up and spun her around a few times, her thrilled giggles like music in to his ears.

They shared a quick kiss when he put her down, and Yara excitedly waved several DVDs in his face.

"I brought a bunch of horror movies for us to watch ~!" She sing-songed.

"The goriest ones you could find?" Kayn asked with a wicked grin.

"The bloodier the better."

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wip #3 - current title: dance

Okay, time to admit it. Ezreal was supposed to be practicing.

Instead, they were lying on the floor of one of the dance studios, staring up at their phone and cackling at funny videos. Their hysterical giggles bounced off the walls of the mirrored room, and they clicked the share button to send it to Yara-

"Are you done in here?"

Ez's laughter cut off abruptly, and they dropped their phone onto their chest as they gawked up at the guy staring down at them.

"Uh-.."

The guy arched an eyebrow, "Your time for the practice room's up."

Ez barely heard what he said, they were too busy admiring how gorgeous this guy was. He had a sharp jawline and [insert hot man description here].

#league of legends #heartsteel #shieda kayn #fanfiction #ezreal #sodawritesstuff

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chaoticjoke · 1 year ago

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Watching Barbie handle the custom pink gun is like enjoying a separate form of art. He wonders whether there were any safety rules in that 'Barbie-land' she keeps rambling about. Even he, Joker has to admit, isn't that careless with guns. It was a smart decision to unload the weapon before giving it to her unless he wanted her to change her current occupation... This Barbie is a pirate! Are ya ready kids? I can't hear ya...

His head is tilted to the side as he stares at her genuinely puzzled expression while the blonde is so desperately trying to fire the pesky gun with the safety on. She's still too smart for a living doll, but for a woman who looks like a doll... well, her IQ doesn't matter as long as she keeps amusing him like she is at the moment. His laughter starts as a low rumble radiating from his chest and then it quickly turns into hysterical cackling.

"Ahhhh," he exhales sharply, failing at stifling the giggles as he wipes the tears from the outer corners of his eyes mixing the black and white on his skin, turning it muddy grey. "Gurrrrl. You're a riot." He grabs the pink gun, gripping it firmly in a gloved hand. He didn't even need to unload the pistol putting the bullets in his coat pocket. Oh well, you'll never know with Barbie. She's almost as unpredictable as he is. Maybe that's why he likes her. "Here. Lemme teach ya." He establishes and maintains eye contact, making sure he has her full attention and more.

The Agent of Chaos is going to make sure that she watches and learns. His murder doll in the making.

"You gotta load it first." And so he does, swiftly and effortlessly, but not as fast as he does it on a daily basis. He ejects the magazine, inserts the bullets, then re-inserts the magazine with a loud clicking sound. "Like this." He takes the safety off with his finger and racks the slide. "See?" The next second he aims at the picture of the Batman from the newspaper clipping that's pinned on the wall over his desk and shoots twice. One bullet goes into the Batman's head, creating a ragged hole in it. The other goes right through the heart.

"Always aim with both eyes open." Joker instructs, unloads the gun and passes the weapon and ammo back to her. "Now..." he swipes his tongue over his lips and lowers his voice. "you try."

his words like whipped cream on top of waffles ⸻ to say barbie was content with joker would be an understatement. that bat man clearly didn't know joker like she did. and what a pity that is! all worries fade from her visage when their hands intertwined, pearly whites bared at him. ❝ i know, i know, ❞ a pause commences, in which she shook her head to sway the few strands that blocked her vision, ❝ but for a moment there, i totally doubted my thoughts. it was like when we first met! ❞ she mused, losing track of reality as her mind was too preoccupied to remember their first encounter. barbie was hopeless and full of flaws she never even knew existed. that was, until she crossed paths with the joker. someone who acknowledged her as a doll that was perfectly perfect, at least that's what barbie thinks anyway.

another shook of the head as she returns to the real world, cerulean optics carefully watching his other hand. when he revealed the new toy, her entire demeanor lit up. a bright, hollywood - worthy smile spread upon her visage, her gaze growing wider. ❝ for me? ❞ a squeal of excitement passing glossed lips as she reached for the gun. and just like a kid would, she snatched it from his grip in an instant, bringing it closer to her face. albeit still learning the ways of the real world, barbie couldn't help the curiosity that bloomed within her living body (although that remains unknown, it's best dolls remain unaware of such thing) ⸻ she inspected it closely, first the left side, then the right side and ultimately, she ended up pointing the barrel into the only eye she had open.

❝ i know what this is, ❞ a gun, that was easy for barbie, ❝ we had guns in barbieland as well! i learned how to maneuver one on the set once, but it was a prop. i know it was because this is wayyyyy heavier than the one i had. ❞ with a swift motion, she pointed the gun towards the ceiling, trying to press the trigger. but nothing happened, ❝ is it broken? i press the thing but it doesn't work. ❞ another quick glance at her beloved gift before she cautiously pointed it downward, returning the gun. ❝ would you fix it for me? i love it and i know the next time i come across the bat person i will scare him until i get my answers. ❞

#bahrbae #;;jokebie #;;chaos is the law of nature #[ well...... aren't they cute ]

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angsty-twihardxx · 2 years ago

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heyy victoriaaa!!

i was reading thru your tommy masterlist (because i'm just craving good tommy content) and an idea popped in my head.

if you're taking requests/concepts in, maybe you could do a tommy x reader where reader is shy and "innocent", but to their friend (insert random name) they talk about how badly reader wants to "save a horse, ride a cowboy" w/ tommy miller, and juuust as reader finishes saying that, tommy hears it, so he just spends a week teasing + seducing reader, until she does something about it (maybe tease him right back)

JUST AN IDEA I THOUGHT YOU'D ENJOY! 🤫

MICHELLE—!! Your very much correct because I did in fact enjoy! ❤️

Warning: 18++ (minors y’all better get outta here I stg) smut, PnV. Tommy being such a tease, but it’s okay you get him back.

AN: y’all voted for smut on the poll so I provide, come get y’all juice <3

P.s teehee imagine him looking up at you like this when your riding him 🫣

SUCH A TEASE | T.MILLER

Springtime in Jackson had a lot of benefits, like more animals to be hunted, better harvest with lots of different types of crops which made for better food. The only downside, for you at least was how more precise patrols had to be. When the weather was warmer meant a higher possibility for infected and poachers. Which unfortunately for you meant that Tommy was out slot longer than you would like.

It was nearing ten at night when Tommy, Joel and the others finally arrived back home from patrol. Being stuck dealing with hoards of infected, it came to be no surprise that all he wanted to do was come home and see you.

After packing away his horse and gun, Tommy began his walk down to the Main Street. When it came to you staying up late for him to come home, which was alot more often as of late— Tommy knew exactly where you would be waiting for him.

Down inside the Tipsy Bison you were currently leaning against the bar along with one of your girlfriends, who came to keep you company. You were grateful that she stopped by because you always had the tendency to worry whenever Tommy would, your mind would flip through every worst scenario in your head like a good book. But Louise knew how to distract you, which apparently was by telling you her latest late night rendezvous with a particular coworker of yours.

“Okay Lou, please spare me the details. I’m working with him tomorrow morning and I don’t want to be traumatised.” You giggled, the few drinks the two of you drank together were already beginning to have its effect.

Absently your eyes drifted towards the saloon doors, your boyfriend still nowhere in sight. Sadly no amount of alcohol could ease your worries when it came to Tommy, the man was headstrong— which wasn’t always a good thing. “Hey I’m sure he’s okay.” Louise squeezed your hand reassuringly, despite your bubbly personality, she could still see how worried you were. “Now c’mon enough about me and more about you.”

Tommy smiled when the sound of your laughter filled his ears, after being gone all day all he wanted to do was spend the rest of his night with you. He felt bad, as of late he had been gone out on patrol longer than he was home with you. As he walked up behind you though, he was not expecting his hears to perk up at the mention of his name.

“Oh my God! You're worse than me! Does Tommy know about this?” Louise exclaimed hysterically,

“No-no but it's a thing I swear, I heard it's a saying. ‘Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

Tommy couldn’t help but raise his brows in surprise, you never mentioned such interests to him before, his sweet innocent baby had a dirty little secret.

His mind instantly flooded him with images of you bucking your hips on top of him, his hands gripping on your warm velvet skin. The moans that would fall out of your mouth as you rolled on top of him as you reached your orgasm.

“Hey Tommy!” Louise called out to him, her pestilential voice rang through his ears. He returned her wave with a painful smile for the sake of niceties.

Your head quickly spun around to look behind you, the man you had been worrying about for the past couple of hours was standing behind you with a wide smile. “Had me worried for a second there.” You mumbled against his denim jacket, his muscly arms engulfing you into his chest. Everything felt perfect again now that you knew he was back safe with you.

"Sorry darlin.” He spoke softly as he kissed your hair, taking in your scent. A quiet groan falling from his mouth but luckily for him it was far too loud for you to hear. Tommy really couldn’t believe that you were hiding this little secret from him, especially one that he was quite fond of.

Tommy had a plan to get it out of you though, that was for sure.

. . .

You had no idea what your boyfriend was up to but you didn’t know how much more you could take. Since that night out with Louise he had been nothing but an absolute tease, and he knew what he was doing. He was always a flirt but he had taken it to a whole new level. His hands wandered more than usual, he flirted way more than he usually would.

What would usually be a quick peck in the morning before work, turned into a steamy kiss with his hands gripping onto your ass; making it absolutely infuriating when he’d pull away with some bullshit excuse. Leaving you high and dry, it was driving you insane!

The morning after your night out with Louise he got you as far as a writhing hot mess with both of your lips locked onto each other, only stopping to take gasps for air. You moaned against his mouth, as his tongue danced against yours. Arousal begins to pool in between your legs as he drops his warm kisses down to the nape of your neck, every now and again sucking on the soft skin.

“S-shit Tommy.” You let out a broken moan, your fingers gripped onto his crimson curls. Tommy couldn’t help the playful smile when an evil idea popped into his head, lifting his lips away from you.

No words left your mouth as it fell agape, your eyes looking up at his confused. “Why don’t you take what you want sweetheart?” Tommy whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. For a moment you stood still in shock, never had he just plainly offered up the power to you like this. You had no idea what to do so instead you sat beside him frozen, noticing the devilish grin on his face.

“I-I dont–” Your head shook in confusion as you stuttered, this wasn’t the first time he had you lost for words like this. Tommy was a flirt, just as bad as he was the night he met you.

“It’s okay baby, why don’t you get ready for work? Wouldn’t want you to be late.” He gave you a chaste kiss on the lips before getting up from the spot beside you on the sofa and moving to the kitchen to make your coffee for the morning. Tommy wasn’t able to wipe the smile off his face as he thought about how wet you’d be all day thanks to him. Maybe you would give in quicker than he thought.

. . .

The next time was a few days after when he informed you that Joel invited the two of you to his home with Ellie for dinner, which you were elated about. Maybe if you were with the company of his brother, Tommy might actually calm down. You were beginning to get agitated with your lack of orgasm in the past couple of days, Tommy was the biggest tease and you didn’t know how long you could hold on.

You figured that he was surely finished with whatever game he was playing.

Well, that was what you thought until you arrived home and moved straight to your shared bedroom to get ready, and out waltzed Tommy in nothing but a towel wrapped around his toned torso. You froze because of course you did, he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

The muscles in his arms flexed as he brushed his teeth but your eyes fixated on his hands, you wondered what he would do with them if you rode him. If he would run them through your hair and pull on the ends so he could leave purple marks on the soft skin of your neck. Or if he would wrap his hands around your neck, taking the air straight out of your lungs.

His hair was still wet, beads of water dripped from his curls onto his bronzed shoulders. The faint remnants of how close you got to getting him the way you wanted only a few days ago. Red scratches lavished his olive skin like an artist's signature on a painting. A sense of pride washed over you with the thought of him taking his shirt off during the hot days in Jackson, how he loved the idea of everyone knowing you were his and vice versa.

You were so busy admiring the man in front of you that you didn’t even realise his eyes on you. When Tommy offered you a wide smile you quickly adverted your gaze, pretending your eyes weren’t just greedily glued to the raven hair path that stopped at the top of his towel. Your cheeks reddened as you turned to get changed, ignoring the pulsating yearning feeling you had to take him right here. Dinner be damned!

Tommy knew that his plan was working from the way you always avoided his gaze when he’d catch you watching him. He was driving you crazy and he knew it, he loved catching you in the act. How flustered and embarrassed you’d get. You wanted him just as much as he needed you.

He had you exactly where he wanted you.

Tommy couldn’t for the life of him, stop thinking about you. His teeth pressed against his knuckles, his eyes would glance back at you as you would speak. His usually soft caramel eyes were nearly black as he undressed you with his eyes. Those devilish denim shorts that were driving him wild, he wanted your thighs wrapped around his waist as he drilled into you. Fuck he needed his hands on you.

You jumped the second Tommy’s hand reached over to graze along the soft skin of your thigh, the two of you sitting beside each other at Joel’s home. Surely he wasn’t going to try anything with his brother and Eillie in the same room? His thumb kneaded your skin as he kept his eyes on Joel, the two of them engrossed in conversation.

You tried to ignore the arousal that was pooling in your underwear, his rough fingers danced dangerously close against the end of your shorts. Silently, you cursed the hot weather for giving your boyfriend the upper hand. Without warning he nonchalantly extended his arm so his pinky grazed against the soft fabric of your underwear.

With a shocked gasp you turned to face him, with eyebrows raised you stared at him I’m disbelief. Tommy only smiled in return as he knocked down the last of his whiskey, sending a wink your way.

‘Oh two could play that game’ You thought to yourself as you stood up, excusing yourself and making your way to the bathroom. You had an idea up your sleeve, for the perfect payback for teasing you all week.

Now it was his turn.

“Y’alright baby?” Tommy teased in your ear as you took your seat beside him, thinking he was getting you all roused up.

Little did he know.

Joel had called Ellie to help him with dessert, this was the perfect time for you to get your revenge. You returned him with an smile, nodding innocently has you placed your hand in his.

Tommy almost felt bad for teasing you all week, especially with small intimate moments like this. When you were happy with something so small, finding comfort just having his larger hands envelope yours. Key word being ‘almost’, moving your hand into your lap Tommy looked down to see what you left in his palm.

Your fucken underwear.

Quickly he stuffed the thin material into his pockets as he covered the smirk off his face with his hand. He was going to get you back for that one.

Dinner couldn’t have finished quicker, the two of you swiftly say your goodbyes to both Joel and Ellie before making your way home in the dark. Your hand instinctively reached out for Tommy’s, which he took before pulling you into his chest. “Pretty good trick you pulled in there.” He mumbled into your hair, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You feigned ignorance, enjoying how the roles were reversed, now it was you that was driving Tommy insane.

As soon as the two of you were in the warm confides of your home Tommy's mouth latched onto yours, pushing till your back came into contact with the wall. You returned him the same amount of desperation, a whole week you had been waiting—you didn’t want to wait any longer. Both of your tongues fought for dominance as you groaned back into him.

“You’re going to be the death of me, women.” Tommy groaned against your mouth, his hot breath fanned against your mouth. “Could say the same for you, y’don’t think I know what you're up to?” You gasped in between touch-starved kisses, it felt like you had been waiting since forever for this moment.

“What was it you were sayin’ the other day to Louise? Telling your friend your dirty little secrets but not your boyfriend.” He tsked, shaking his head as his hands cupped your cheek, almost studying your face to see your reaction. “You heard that?” Your voice jumped, you knew you shouldn’t care. But a part of you worried with the thought of your boyfriend knowing your sexual desires.

“Yeah, n’here I thought you were all innocent, keeping dirty secrets from me.” Instantly you felt your cheeks redden in embarrassment, Tommy actually heard you that night and your drunken rambles. “I–I didn’t–” You stuttered but Tommy quickly shushed you, “I didn’t say it was a bad thing darlin’.” His Texan accent sends chills down your spine.

“Stop talking.” You breathed against his mouth, silencing him by sliding your tongue back into his. “You’ve been teasing me all week, I think it’s only fair if I get what I want.” The fingers you laced through his hair tugged just enough on his curls, a surprised gasp fell from his lips. “Yes ma'am.” Tommy drawled, feeling the blood rushing down in between his legs. Even though he hadn’t yet admit it to you, he loved it when you took control. Since he heard about your secret desire, he couldn’t stop thinking about you riding him and now it was finally happening. He felt like the luckiest man on earth,

Tommy dropped down onto the sofa, shimmying his jeans off in anticipation. His cock springing to life, your eyes instantly glued to the angry red tip that glistened under the light. Standing in front of him you made quick work throwing off your shorts and leaping onto Tommy’s lap. You wasted no time lining yourself up and slowly inching yourself down his thick shaft, a moan falling from your lips as you stretched around his cock.

Your cunt swallowed him eagerly as you started to rock your hips, his cock hitting all the right places. Once you had eventually adjusted to his size you picked up your pace, occasionally lifting your hip to then slide back down to his pelvis. “O-oh shit baby.” Tommy let out a shuddered breath as his head fell back onto the sofa. You felt a sense of pride, seeing how quickly you could render him speechless.

As you grinded into him the familiar arousal began pooling in the pit of your stomach. Tommy teased you all week, getting you so close to climax without you actually orgasming— you weren’t going to last long. And by the gasping mess that was Tommy, you knew he wasn’t going to as well.

Tommy's hands then clasped onto the soft flesh of your hips, you already knew his death grip was going to leave marks—Tommy was a sucker for letting everyone know who belonged to.

Suddenly you were lifted up, only to be slammed back down at a bruising pace. A loud slapping sounds echoes in the room as your thighs collide with his hips, your mouth fell open as you felt his cock hit the top of your cervix.

“Shit Tommy—" you mewled into Tommy's shoulders as you used your momentum to bounce on top of him. You clenched your eyes shut only being able to focus on how perfectly Tommy filled you up, feeling your orgasm fast approaching. “M’gonna come!” You whined as your body trembled, the tight knot in your stomach finally releasing as your orgasm washed over you.

“Oh fuck yeah baby—“ Tommy groaned into you as his dick twitched inside you, with his fingers still dug into your skin he sunk you back down with a bruising force. The two of you caught your breath in each other’s embrace, your hip still twitching as you felt him coating your walls. Neither one of you dared to move. “Holy shit.” You sighed out of breath, slight amusement in your voice.

“Baby, you gotta promise me to do that more often.”

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