#A helping Hand

[dark-fics-4-you]

feeling bored and i would love to hear your dark!rafe headcanons (any theme, best friend, step bro, stalker, etc.), maybe riff on them with a short blurb perhaps 👀 pls send asks <333//

Rafe step bro 👉👈🥺 makes me feel petite & Smol

(I'm 5'9😭😭)

A Helping Hand

On tippie toes, you reached for the top of the cabinet, letting out a frustrated sigh when you couldn’t grab the chips you wanted.

You turned to your step brother, sitting at the table and looking at his phone.

“Raaafe!” You pouted when he met your eyes.

“What?” He said, annoyance written all over his face as he rolled his eyes before glancing back at his phone.

“Can you grab the chips for me?” You put on your best puppy dogs eyes, pleading with your older sibling.

Rafe let out a frustrated huff through his nose before shaking his head with a grin as he stood up.

You brushed your hand over your short skirt, pulling the material down a bit, as it had began to ride up when you were reaching for the chips.

He neared the counter and you pointed at the snack you wanted. The blond stepped closer, chest pressed to your back before reaching to the cabinet.

Your breath caught in your throat at the feeling of him so close to you. The familiar smell of his cologne and shampoo clouded your senses.

He leaned back, away from you, taking a step back as he dropped the chips on the counter in front of you. “There ya go, Y/N/N.”

“Thanks Rafe!” You beamed, turning to hug him tight, and he returned the hug, his head resting atop yours, nose pressed in to your hair. “You’re great!”

His hands rested around your waist, fingers brushing just under where your crop top ended and exposed skin began. “No prob.”

“Hey, did you wanna go golfing again today?” You asked with a smile as the two of you stepped apart. “I want to work on my swing. You could help me!”

“Sure thing, princess,” he drawled. “I can make sure you’ve got the right form. You’re so lucky to have me around to teach you this stuff.”

“I really am! You’re the best brother ever!”

His smile fell slightly at that and he let out a humorless chuckle, “step-brother. Now let’s head out soon, do you wanna wear one of your little golf outfits I got you?”

“Yeah! That’s a great idea!” You grinned, giving Rafe another quick hug before running upstairs to change into an even skimpier outfit of his choosing.

[darkimaginativeplace]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Itadori Yuuji/Everyone, Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji/Kugisaki Nobara, (implied) Kugisaki Nobara/Zenin Maki, Itadori Yuuji/Toudou Aoi, Itadori Yuuji/Miwa Kasumi, Itadori Yuuji/Zenin Mai, Itadori Yuuji/Kamo Noritoshi, Itadori Yuuji/Nishimiya Momo, (many of these are a 'not really' kind of deal) Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Toudou Aoi (Jujutsu Kaisen), Kamo Noritoshi, Zenin Maki, Zenin Mai, Miwa Kasumi, Ijichi Kiyotaka, Nishimiya Momo, Panda (Jujutsu Kaisen), Muta Kokichi | Mechamaru, Inumaki Toge Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), everyone is of legal age, (almost) everyone has a little crush on Yuuji, yuuji is stupid, this whole thing is stupid, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna is a Little Shit, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna is So Done, not ace not sex-repulsed but a secret third thing (an a-hole), sex comedy, Comedy, Hand Jobs, Praise Kink, Fushiguro Megumi Loves Itadori Yuuji, (if you squint), Itadori Yuuji is a dumbass, Cockblocking, Masturbation Interruptus, Blue Balls, many blue balls, threats of genital mutilation, itadori yuuji is bi, Itadori Yuuji can't catch a break, Sexual Frustration, unbetaed we die like... someone, Massage, Prostate Massage, Frottage, Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Butt Plugs, (minor) rimming, Size Kink, (minor) belly kink, Nipple Licking, Nipple Play

Summary: Sukuna decides to torture Yuuji in the pettiest way he can think of: by not letting him jerk off in peace.

(art credits to @bornfreakdraws​ aka me)

[rhetthammersmithhorror]

Monster Heaven: Ghost Hero | 1990

[perksofbeingpoet]

pov you accidentally flirt with your partner in crime (you're not referring to sex, you're referring to last night where you had to order him through stitching his stab wound)

[cute-and-undead]

A Helping Hand (Closed Rp)

It was pretty common for any of the guys to go dimension hopping. The bracelet that Anti had was always around somewhere, so if there was ever a spurt of incredibly intense boredom, it was usually an option. And today was one of those days, Anti planning to go on a little adventure since he had nothing to do. But Robbie had been home, so he decided to invite the zombie. After all, Robbie barely ever got to go on these trips, so why not have a fun adventure together?

And in a flash of light, the pair was gone. But before long, they found themselves sat on the ground of someone else’s house - one neither of them had seen before. The walls were an off grey with lots of wall hangings and family photos scattered around, a couch close by and the television on the opposite site. And they were on… blankets? No, Robbie was. He was cuddled up in a little blanket burrito on the floor, hair that was a bit more of an intense purple than usual peeking out from the top. Anti, meanwhile, was on the couch with someone leaning on his shoulder.

As Robbie began to look around though, he was quickly met with eyes. Five other people were looking at them, eyes wide and mouths slightly agape. It made Robbie quickly nervous, trying to identify at least one of them.

“Hey… what the actual fuck was that?” the one with a long ponytail spoke up. He was in some fuzzy pajama pants and a grey hoodie, a bit of stubble in all the places a beard would usually sit. That and the voice - albeit a bit higher than usual - was what made it click for Robbie.

“Chase….”

(( @http-anti ))

[thevillainswhore]

What about a helping hand👀🤭💫

Ray, you’re killing me!! 🤣

As mentioned, a helping hand is a fic featuring both of our hunky super soldiers and the reader. I’m very excited about this one, so I’m keeping my cards close to my chest… 🤭

But I will say that our Bucky boy is a little inexperienced in the intimacy department since his reformation from the winter soldier. And who better to confide in than his best friend Steve? Especially when the one thing that has peeked Bucky’s interest is little ol’ you 👀

[mellowfluffy]

I don't know how, but I lost myself in fandom... Well. Well. Well. Again u_u A little fanart of Reader from @x-amount-verbs 's fanfic: A Helping Hand, (mine new addiction okey? ) Trying things here, not sure of the result.

[howtodrawyourdragon]

A Helping Hand

Summary: Written for July Break Flash Bingo 2024. Set in a Modern AU. Hiccup struggles as the pain in his leg is especially bad today. Good thing there's a helping hand nearby.

Warnings: /

Rating: Teen and Up

Prompt: Location: Parking Lot

Words: 910

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Astrid, Eret

Pairing: Hiccstrid, Eretcup

Author's Notes: The first JBB prompt I wrote for in general, no idea why it took me this long to post it.

Anyway, I've been posting some heavy whump as of late, so why not post a much lighter fic for today? :)

Enjoy!

The card and fic are under the Keep Reading.

-XOXOX-

Today is a bad day to go grocery shopping and Hiccup knew that before they left, but he assured Astrid that he would be fine.

He’s certainly regretting it now.

He’s trying not to lean too much on the cart as he limps around, following his fiancée. Astrid is pretty much running around, trying to get as many of the items on their list to cut this shopping trip short. The pain in his stump was less pleasant than usual earlier today, but after driving here and walking around Berk’s one and only supermarket for the past ten minutes, it has become so much more unbearable.

And Astrid is annoyed. Not with his pain, never with his pain, but with the fact that she trusts him to tell her when he can’t do certain things because of his leg and he didn’t do that today.

It’s so bad, the pain in his leg is giving him a migraine. And what doesn’t help are all the people trying not to stare at him.

He had a couple of plans, a few things to do, but it turns out he’ll be canceling all of it. He’ll be glad when they finally get home and he can crawl back into bed.

Eventually, Astrid manages to find the very last item on their list and then they head over to the register with a very full cart to pay for it all. Once all of their items have been scanned, Astrid tells him to go ahead and head for the car while she pays. He shouldn’t even bother to load any of the stuff up, she’ll take care of it.

Not feeling up to argue with her on that, he does as she suggests and heads out ahead of her. He limps out of the store and finds their car in the handicap spot. It is mercifully close.

Still, his limp draws enough attention. Particularly from a man who only moved here a couple of months ago.

“You need any help?” Eret asks. He was just about to walk into the supermarket himself when he spotted Hiccup struggling with the cart. The uneven terrain doesn’t exactly make it easy to use, not with an obviously painful leg.

Hiccup considers how stubborn he’s feeling in the moment before relinquishing the cart to him and nodding. Eret comes over and takes it from him. Crossing those last few meters together, Hiccup opens up the trunk of the car.

He and Astrid don’t use it often, just on days like these, when the alternative is walking across the city with a very achy stump.

“I got this, you go sit down,” Eret tells Hiccup when he attempts to help. The younger man shoots him a grateful smile and heads on over to the passenger seat in front. He’s not driving when his leg is like this, he’s not driving with a migraine, so he’s certainly not driving with both.

He drops into his seat, lies his head back and closes his eyes. They’re heavy, if he wasn’t in so much pain, he would be falling asleep right here as he waited for Astrid.

After barely any time at all, Eret has loaded up all their stuff and returned the cart. Hiccup knows he’s done when he appears at his still open door and gets his coin from the cart back.

“Sir,” he gives him a friendly, though playful smile. Hiccup returns it briefly, which takes more energy than he can spent.

“Thank you for helping out, Eret. I really appreciate it,” he thanks him, but all Eret does is flash him a smile and tell him to take care of himself before heading into the store himself.

In the side-view mirror, Hiccup watches him go.

Eret moved to Berk a good few months ago in the hopes of starting a new life. He hasn’t shared much about his old one, just that he’d made some bad decisions in the past, go involved in a job he hated and then came here when he quit it on a whim.

Currently, he’s working down at the docks as a fisherman.

Hiccup and Astrid are friends with him. Hiccup certainly since he’d gotten his number after that night of bowling with their entire friend group. And although Ruffnut tried very hard to get it all evening, Eret gave it to him just like that after a single conversation.

A moment later, Astrid plops down next to him in the driver’s side.

“I saw you had some help,” she mentions to him.

“Hm-hm.”

A moment of silence.

“Eret is such a hot piece of ass!” She states quietly, as if he’ll be able to hear them inside the car. Hiccup smiles before immediately regretting it and moaning miserably. His entire face is starting to hurt from the migraine.

“Don’t you think so?” Astrid asks as she starts the engine. She knows Hiccup has his number and Eret has his, she’s onboard with the idea of them.

“He’s nice to look at,” Hiccup admits. “But most importantly, he is nice.”

“I wouldn’t mind if he was nice to me, too,” Astrid admits to her fiancé and they share a smile before she drives out of their parking spot and leaves for home.

Inside the store, Eret can’t help but look back as well and watch as the two drive off. His day definitely made afte r an unexpected encounter with them.

-XOXOX-

[rmd-writes]

wip wednesday

thanks for the tags @three-drink-amy @jesuisici33 @carlos-in-glasses @alrightbuckaroo @heartstringsduet @obsessedwithdavrick

here’s something from a fic I’ll be posting this weekend:

“Shit.”

It’s then that TK recalls dropping his earring into the sink a few days ago and his frantic efforts to access the U-bend to retrieve it. When he mentioned the incident to his dad, he’d quipped that TK had better be sure that he’d reattached the pipes correctly or he’d have issues later. If he’s forced to tell his father about this, he’s going to be unbearable, declaring himself to be Nostradamus. He can’t let that happen.

TK wracks his brain trying to think about who might be close by and able to help him right now but draws a blank as he stares at his phone. His gaze focuses on a yellow and black logo. Bingo. It’s worth a shot. 

wanna share what you’re working on @welcometololaland @liminalmemories21 @rosedavid @cha-melodius @orchidscript @hippolotamus @maxbegone @sunshinestrand @wordthieve @never-blooms @freneticfloetry? And here’s an open tag for anyone else who wants to share, no matter what day it is 💖

[bicraigmanning]

i do think the plot in “a helping hand” is one of the better portrayals/handlings of grooming in the franchise. tng had a serious problem of romanticizing student teacher/relationships (paige and mr. o, sav and ms. oh were both definite cases of this. the latter even moreso. tristan and mr. yates were Slightly better, but i remember feeling like the ball really got dropped and dealing with the fallout). whereas here, you’re supposed to get a sense of what a predatory dynamic the one between lucy and mr. colby pretty much right away, and the show also leans into showing how kids who already vulnerable in some way (like lucy’s parents seeming largely very absent and neglectful) makes them more susceptible to this kind of manipulation.

i do think one thing that tng had going for it that djh doesn’t as much id that, while both shows were episodic, tng was in a time period was certain shows were Starting to move toward more serialized storytelling, so some of the more serious storylines had time and room to grow, especially by s3 and esp s4. i think if this story were being written today, the dynamic between mr. colby and lucy probably would have been written out over at least a few episodes.

[kiwiplaetzchen]

who's Bobby?

Ooh, my my, how long have I waited for someone to ask that glorious question again!

Bobby is everything. Everything you want Bobby to be.

In a way, you could say Bobby is inside you. Bobby is inside all of us. At the same time. Bobby is flexy.

Bobby will show you the way.

[darkimaginativeplace]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Itadori Yuuji/Everyone, Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji/Kugisaki Nobara, (IMPLIED), Kugisaki Nobara/Zenin Maki, Itadori Yuuji/Toudou Aoi, Itadori Yuuji/Miwa Kasumi, Itadori Yuuji/Zenin Mai, Itadori Yuuji/Kamo Noritoshi, Itadori Yuuji/Nishimiya Momo, (many of these are a 'not really' kind of deal)

Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Toudou Aoi (Jujutsu Kaisen), Kamo Noritoshi, Zenin Maki, Zenin Mai, Miwa Kasumi, Ijichi Kiyotaka, Nishimiya Momo, Panda (Jujutsu Kaisen), Muta Kokichi | Mechamaru, Inumaki Toge Additional Tags: (almost) everyone has a little crush on Yuuji, yuuji is stupid, this whole thing is stupid, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna is a Little Shit, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna is So Done, not ace not sex-repulsed but a secret third thing (an a-hole), sex comedy, Comedy, Hand Jobs, Praise Kink, Fushiguro Megumi Loves Itadori Yuuji, (if you squint), Itadori Yuuji is a dumbass, Cockblocking, Masturbation Interruptus, Blue Balls, many blue balls, Aged-Up Character(s), everyone is of legal age, threats of genital mutilation, itadori yuuji is bi, Itadori Yuuji can't catch a break, Sexual Frustration, unbetaed we die like... someone

Summary:

“Uhmm…” Yuuji stares pointedly at the mouth sneering at him from the back of his hand - the hand that has stopped in its tracks halfway to its intended destination currently jutting out from the front of his boxers. “Can I help you?”

“As a matter of fact, you can,” Sukuna’s disgruntled baritone enunciates, drily. “By keeping your hands to yourself, brat.”

OR.: Sukuna decides to torture Yuuji in the pettiest way he can think of: by not letting him jerk off in peace.

[believingispowerfulmagic]

A Helping Hand

Summary: After an accident leaves Regina Mills with several broken bones, her friend Mary Margaret argues that Regina needs some help at home while she recovers. Regina, naturally, doesn’t like the idea. She believes her injuries make her look weak - and she hates looking weak. When Regina chases off aide after aide, the agency turns to Robin Locksley. Though he has left the field for personal reasons, he has a special knack for difficult patients and Tuck hopes he will be the one aide Regina can’t chase off. Robin reluctantly agrees to work the assignment. Will Regina chase Robin off too? Or will he prove to be just as stubborn as her? And if so, will Robin finally teach Regina that it’s okay to accept help when needed? And will Regina provide the healing Robin himself needs?

Chapter 1: FFN | AO3 | Wattpad

Chapter 8: Getting Closer

FFN | AO3 | Wattpad

Excerpt:

"Feeling better, Mr. Locksley?" Henry asked as Robin entered the kitchen the next day.

"I am," he said, feeling more refreshed and rested than he had the day before. "All I needed was a good night's sleep and I got it. Thank you."

Henry looked relieved as he nodded. "Good. I think we've had enough sickness around here for, like, the rest of the year."

Robin chuckled, gently squeezing the boy's shoulder. "I agree."

"Time to get ready," Mary Margaret told Henry. "I know you'll feel better knowing that Robin is fine."

Henry nodded before surprising Robin by hugging him. "I'm glad you're not sick."

"Me too," Robin said, returning the hug before gently pushing him away. "Don't forget to give your mum a hug too."

"Right," Henry said, bounding over to Regina. She smiled as he hugged her, telling him to have a good day at school. He then left the kitchen as Mary Margaret reminded Regina to be nice to Robin.

Regina rolled her eyes. "Haven't I been nice to you, Robin?" she asked him.

"She has," he replied, turning to Mary Margaret. "She's been on her best behavior since being released from the hospital."

"Good," Mary Margaret said. "But a friendly reminder never hurts."

She shot Regina another look before leaving the kitchen. Robin crossed to the table and sat down as Regina looked him over. "Roland have a better night?" she asked.

He nodded. "We both had a good session with my friend who is a therapist and we both slept like babies."

"Good," she said. "I'm glad to hear that."

"And how about you?" he asked. "How are you sleeping?"

She seemed surprised by his question. "Why?"

"With your injuries and recovering from pneumonia, I'm worried you might not be getting enough sleep or the restorative sleep you need," he explained, feeling guilty that he never thought to ask her how she was sleeping before.

"I'm sleeping all the time," she replied. "I don't know if I'm just not getting enough restorative sleep or whatever I am getting is used up by my body as it heals."

He nodded. "It's probably more the latter right now. Do you think you need more naps during the day?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. Sometimes I really have no choice about them."

"Understandable," he replied. "You'll probably start to notice them decrease as your body continues to heal and your strength really starts to build back up."

"And how long will that take?" she asked.

He shrugged. "That's up to you and ultimately your body."

She sighed. "I was afraid you were going to say that."

"Why?" he asked, though he suspected he knew the answer.

Unsurprisingly, she said: "Because I hate not having a clear timeline and knowing a firm end date for this."

"I know," he replied. "But if we keep up with your schedule, I think we can have a clearer timeline in a couple weeks. And then maybe even a firm end date not long after that."

She nodded, motioning to her wheelchair. "So are we going to keep chatting or get to work?"

He chuckled, standing. "Okay, okay. Let's get to work."

Robin rolled over the wheelchair and Regina moved into it. He then brought her to the living room, glad she was now committed to her own recovery at last. Clapping his hands together, he grinned. "Where do you want to start?"

"Your choice," she told him. "You're the expert."

"I guess so," he replied. "Alright, then let's start with stretches and go from there."

She nodded. "Sounds good."

As he led her through the stretches, Robin felt as if the tension of the past twenty-four hours was now behind them. They could just focus on her recovery and celebrate with a picnic on the 4th of July.

Then they would likely part ways. He just hoped that whenever he thought of her or she thought of him, it would be fondly and with a smile.

He couldn't ask for anything more.

[perksofbeingpoet]

how am i supposed to write we flirted all night while i stitched up your wound on my bed and i lowkey wanna fuck u curtwen when i'm currently in the candles on my desk, wearing crocheted x-mas heart socks, rain outside, cosy music mood goddammit

HORNY CURTWEN MOOD COME FIND ME

[hookedonapirate]

Hey, maybe i missed something but did you take your fic a helping hand down???

Hello @earanemith, you are correct, I did take A Helping Hand down. I published it as an original novel called, Hard to Handle. I can send you a copy of AHH if you'd like.

[promenadewithme]

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