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Jamil - Gingerbread Competition

Day 6 of Fluffcember 2024 Prompt: Gingerbread House (Fluffcember) & Building Gingerbread Houses Together (Fandom-Free Bingo) Rating: General Pairing: Jamil/Yuu

“What exactly is the point of this?” Jamil asked. His eyes flicked across the table in front of him. Bowls of colorful hard candies lined the center of the table, their contents previously picked over by eager hands. Piping bags filled with varying levels of icing were left scattered across the table. Two small houses made of hard gingerbread sat directly in front of them. “And why are we the only ones doing it?” 

On the other side of the room, the rest of their group sat bundled around the fireplace while Epel’s grandmother recounted previous sledathons. They looked almost comical surrounded by a group of children also attending the festival. Yuu stood beside him with her sleeves rolled up to her elbow. She still wore her applepom hat despite the comfortable temperature of the assembly hall. “You grumble too much. Pass me that piping bag.” 

Jamil pinched a corner of the bag between his fingers and slid it across the table for her to reach. His hands felt sticky just watching her grab the bag. She squeezed a large dollop of icing onto the crease of the roof. “Idia says this is practically mandatory. His anime waifus did it in some episode.” 

Choosing to ignore Yuu adopting Idia’s slang, Jamil silently watched her decorate the gingerbread house. Her lines were wobbly and there were patches where she put too much icing. When Jamil pointed the mistakes out to her, she huffed. “It doesn’t have to be perfect. It’s just supposed to be fun.” 

“That glob of icing looks like snot from a runny nose.” 

Yuu grabbed a handful of sprinkles from a nearby bowl and threw it at the runny icing. Only a few sprinkles adhered to the icing. The rest bounced across the table. Jamil was unimpressed. “Now it looks like rainbow snot.” 

“I’ll combine it with your snot if you don’t stop critiquing my work,” Yuu snapped. She grabbed another handful of candy and started sticking gumdrops to the side of the house. Jamil didn’t expect them to stay on, but the icing worked surprisingly well as glue. “But I guess that’s all you can do.” 

Jamil crossed his arms. “What does that mean?” 

“You’re obviously intimidated by my creative genius,” Yuu said, gesturing at her haphazardly decorated gingerbread house. “Why else would you be quaking in fear?” 

Jamil snorted. “If there’s any quaking happening, it’s from the sheer lack of hygiene. I caught one of the children sticking a gumball up his nose before putting it back in the bowl.” 

Yuu automatically reached for a gumball. She stuck it to the very front of her house. “Beautiful.” 

“You’re a menace.” 

“At least I have a personality.” 

“It wasn’t my personality you were staring at earlier.” 

Jamil smirked when Yuu immediately snapped her mouth shut. He’d caught her staring at him several times after they received their warmer outfits. Much more than the others, who were all dressed similarly to him. 

Yuu huffed and returned to decorating the house. “You can’t distract me with your tactics. I still know that I’m better at decorating than you.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“You heard me.” Yuu shook her piping bag at him. “You may be able to cook a curry, but gingerbread is clearly above your skill set.” 

Jamil wasn’t gullible enough to fall for her taunting, but he decided to indulge her anyway. He grabbed one of the fuller piping bags (meaning less hands had touched it) and sidestepped to stand directly in front of the other house. “If you insist playing this game then I suppose I have no choice but to oblige.” 

“This isn’t a game,” Yuu insisted. She started piping the sides of her house with more enthusiasm. “This is a competition.” 

“A competition?” 

“Loser makes me curry.” 

Jamil hid his widening smirk by bending over his gingerbread house. “That’s a poor prize if you ask me. Ace has told me the horror stories involving your food.” 

“Ace has horrible tastes.” Yuu flicked a gumball at him. “You better get to decorating. Our judges are very impatient.” 

“Judges?” 

Yuu didn’t answer, so Jamil shrugged and focused on decorating too. To his surprise, fifteen minutes later, the children crowded around their table. They now wore various styles of knitted caps he had seen many visitors to the festival wearing and had the shrew, judgmental stares only children could accurately convey. Idia also slid up to the table, his weird giggles prompting Yuu to scold him for scaring the children. The children oohed and ahhed over Yuu’s conglomeration of icing, candy, and gingerbread. They barely reacted to the precise lines and carefully placed gumdrops on Jamil’s house. 

Jamil delivered a whole pot of curry to Ramshackle Dorm after they returned to the campus and pretended to be offended while they quipped back and forth about the rigged “competition.” 

[stargirlwritingjourney]

Running Wild

Fandom: Descendants

Pairing: Jay/Carlos de Vil

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warning/Tag(s): Graphic Description of Violence, Forbidden Love

Summary: What if Carlos had never been taken in by the core four, instead left to squalor for a few years longer before Uma discovered him? Taken in by the pirates of the Isle, chains of events are altered and certain VKs are left to run wild for a few years unaffiliated before being swooped up and shipped over to Auradon. In saying this, certain friendships--maybe even relationships--are left forbidden.

Event(s): @fandom-free-bingo with 'mutual pining' | @multifandom-flash with Beehive: 'forbidden friendship' and Double Flash with 'after action patch-up' | @eclipsingbingo with 'slammed into a wall'

Can be read here

Carlos whirled through the streets of the Isle, never trying to stay in one spot for too long. If living on the Isle had taught him one thing, it was either stand out and make sure everyone knew you were there so they would cower, or blend into the crowd as much as you possibly could until you could get back to your crew and have safety in numbers. 

So that was exactly what Carlos was doing, hiding within the crowd as he made his way from his mother’s manor to the other side of the Isle with hurried steps so no one had the chance to recognise him where Ursula’s fish and chip store was located. 

Though his name held weight with it, both from the insanity his mother had dissolved into and the recent growth in Uma’s name, and therefore his own. Though it had never been on his list of goals to be a recognisable figure on the Isle, rather sticking to the shadows as much as possible as he got by, he couldn’t say it was terrible to have an extra few seconds of hesitation when people ran into him and realised who he was. That didn’t mean he liked to hang around when he didn’t have the comfort of his allies. 

He had become quite skilled at avoiding unwanted eyes even though everything about his presence seemed to scream for them. From his pearly white hair to the red, black and white leather jacket he wore, in most cases, you would expect Carlos to stick out, but when on an Isle where almost every second person was wearing something similar it became easier. 

So Carlos believed that the surprise he felt as he was yanked from the street by the scruff of his jacket and pulled into one of the many backstreets was warranted, as well as the humiliating yelp that he let slip. Blind as to who had grabbed onto him, Carlos flailed his limbs around, trying to both hit his attacker and dislodge himself from their grip at the same time. It seemed nothing Carlos did work though as he was pulled further into the alleyway with only a grunt being pulled from the person who had dragged him.

It was only when a wickedly familiar laugh ran out around him, bouncing off the walls as Carlos was flipped around, his eyes landing on Harry Hook moments before he was slammed back, going crashing into the wall behind him as the air was knocked out of him and his vision went foggy for a few short moments. 

“What the hell, Harry?” Carlos spluttered once he was able to suck a proper breath of air into his lungs, his brows narrowing down into a glare as he did so. In the few years that Carlos had been aligned with Harry, he had become accustomed to his out-of-pocket actions, all of which were rough and without much warning, but that didn’t mean he favoured any of them. 

“Don’t act so surprised, Pup,” The nickname was whipped at him with a hiss, making him flinch back at the words. His reaction seemed to pull another laugh from Harry’s lips, knowing all the right ways on how to get under Carlos’ skin. Pulling Carlos from the wall and tucking him into his side with an arm hooked over his shoulders, Harry began to lead them in a new direction, helping them weave their way to whatever end destination Harry had in mind. “Uma wanted yer now and yer were takin’ too long to get yer boney arse over to the fish an’ chip shop. Someone had to come and get yer.”

“I was literally five minutes away. You’ve probably wasted more time going out of your way to do all this,” Carlos bit out, trying and failing to shoulder his side into Harry’s, the taller and bulkier simply smiling sharkishly down at him for his attempt. Though the two of them had come to tolerate one another, it didn’t mean Carlos could put up with him most days. “What’s so important anyway? Normally Uma would just scoff at me if I was late.”

“She wants the lot of us to go onto little ol’ Mal’s territory and stir up some trouble,” A bark of laughter shot out of Harry, echoing off the walls as if he were a hyena. It only worsened when he got a glance at Carlos’ face. “Don’t give me that look. We aren’t goin’ to kill anyone, just lightly wound. Besides, you’ll hopefully get to just sit pretty for us since Jay will be there.”

“What does Jay have anything to do with me being there,” Carlos grumbled, already feeling his face heat.

“Because that boy seems to be infatuated with yer,” There was an obvious amount of disgust in Harry’s words as he spoke, the ‘infatuation’ between the two bringing up vile into the back of Harry’s throat, the very idea of it being almost blasphemous. “Yer just have to bat yer eye and he’ll be rendered useless for a few minutes. Now come on, Gil and the others are goin’ to meet us there.”

Carlos wanted to say more, object to his words about Jay and even his presence at whatever this clash was meant to be, but instead swallowed his words and allowed Harry to pull him along. The best-case scenario was they didn’t run into Mal and her crew, or he was able to slip away when they did, hopefully, if Harry’s words were true, Jay would let him do so easily. Worst-case scenario Carlos was forced to fight and hopefully not get his arse kicked too much.

The closer the two of them got, the more Carlos doubted anything good would come from this. When they met up with Gil and some more of Uma’s crew it only solidified Carlos’ worse hopes. 

It didn’t take long to locate Mal, Jay and Evie, the three of them with some kids their age that Carlos hadn’t seen before, a rare occasion due to how small the Isle was. He was sure if he had learnt their names he would recognise them more easily. 

He didn’t pay attention to the words spoken between the two groups, his focus set on slipping away until his eyes landed on Jay. It seemed he had been staring at him since Carlos had first arrived since he seemed shocked that their eyes had finally met, his widening a little bit more. Taking him in quickly, Carlos seemed to notice every minor detail that made Jay up, seemed to not be able to pull his eyes away until someone’s fist came knocking into his arm, telling him to get ready.

That easily tore his eyes away, sending Carlos whirling back as he got prepared to back away. He didn’t mind if Jay noticed since he seemed to always have his eyes on him. It was the rest of the people he was met with that mattered. If someone on Mal’s side noticed him trying to dip out then they would surely point him out or try to go after him. If Harry or someone in Uma’s crew noticed they would either pull him back in or would make him pay for it later. Sneaking away had started to become more of a challenge than it had once been.

But as the VKs started getting fired up, each side only taunting the other more and getting ready to bring the worst out of one another, Carlos used this opportunity to slip away, making his moves quick and dashing as he slunk back, disappearing just before everything had gone to shit. 

Slipping in between buildings and reaching for a fire escape that was haphazardly attached to the brick wall, Carlos had all of seventeen seconds before two large hands were gripping his shoulders. A hiss was the first thing that escaped his lips as he tried craning his shoulder away from the hold as fingers dug into some newly arising bruises thanks to Harry. It only occurred to him that he should try and figure out who had grabbed him when both hands had quickly vanished, reattaching themselves lower and around his waist. 

“What are you-” Carlos cut himself off as he turned around, his eyes meeting with Jay’s almost instantly. Having to crane his neck back to meet his face, Carlos couldn’t help but stare as he felt the warmth from Jay’s hands spread across his midsection, almost burning. In a breathless whisper, Carlos said, “Jay.”

“Carlos,” Jay greeted with a nod. It looked as if his lips wanted to curve upwards but Jay had to stop himself. His hands didn’t leave their perch even as Carlos stared at him with questioning eyes. Jay should be worried that he was this close to Carlos since he was part of Uma’s crew, but he couldn’t help but not feel the slightest bit threatened as he stared into Carlos’ eyes. “Funny seeing you here. I thought you tended to keep your nose out of turf wars.”

“Normally I would,” Carlos agreed, his voice slightly spooked from the proximity, though he did nothing to change it. “You just happened to catch me at a bad time.”

“Really?” Jay asked, earning a hum in return. The white-haired boy seemed to almost lean into him as they stood close, breathing in each other's space. 

Jay had so much he wanted to say, words waiting to spill out of him as they burst at the seams. For someone he should’ve hated, Jay couldn’t help but be interested in the shorter stray. At every opportunity he would steal glances at him in the crowd, would purposely not start anything just so he could attempt to steal some moments with him, most of which didn’t work out.

He wanted to say more to Carlos but didn’t have the opportunity as some imploding voices rang out around them, silencing him.

“Where’s Carlos?”

“He must have gone after Jay since that meathead went missing.”

“If that’s the case then I’m sure we’re going to hear some very entertainin’ stories from the Pup when he gets back.”

Harry’s voice was easily recognisable, making Jay’s teeth grind together. They seemed to have a similar effect on Carlos as he took some hurried steps back, both hiding from the voice even though they were out of sight and dislodging him from Jay’s light hold. 

“I have to go,” The words rushed out of Carlos as he began looking for an escape room. Jay couldn’t help but wish he would stay longer. Once his eyes locked on a way out, he almost began running immediately, though he took a few seconds to turn to Jay, a half smile that looked both a little too strained but genuine. Carlos said before racing off, not waiting for Jay’s response, “I’ll see you around Jay. It was nice seeing you.”

“Bye Carlos,” Jay couldn’t help but whisper, a smile splitting across his face as he did so.

[blackwood4stucky]

echoes of crystal springs | aspen blackwood

series: @burningembersofadyingworld | masterlist

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu | 🅼 | complete

tags: stucky dune au, post-modern omegaverse

Brooklynd, the capital city on Vanaheim - 10923 Steve looked at the brunet haired baby boy with pointed ears in the bassinet, the omega he would one day take as his wife. He could just barely hear the adults talking on the other side of the room as they whispered about courtship and marriage. He couldn’t believe the Ljósálfar would travel so far from Álfheim to discuss such topics. He was a mere five year old boy, what did he know of alliances and weddings?

bingo fills + event prompts

@afgomegaversebingo | first love

@angstober | promise

@anyfandomfluffbingo | free space

au challenge | arranged marriage

@augustwritingchallenge:

au-gust 2024 | space travel trick au treat 24 | deal with the devil

@buckybarnesbingo: round 6 | y5: galaxy

@buckybarnesevents: babb 2023 | arranged marriage + space [may]

crossover bingo | omegaverse

@darkacademiabingo | creature feature

@darkspicyevanstan: quadruple challenge mode

dune au + light elf + science fantasy + damocles' sword

@eclipsingbingo: the rising moon | space travel au

@fandombingo:

rpf card | arranged marriage au the little prince bingo | primeval forest the martian bingo | space opera

@fandom-free-bingo

flight | collars world book night edition | brave new world + elf

@ficwip: all ships week | free day

@intotheomegaverse: halloween | free day

@julybreakbingo

jbb 24 | alien planet post july 24 | arranged marriage

@multifandom-flash:

bdsm | ceremonial collar + of sexy corsets here there be monsters bingo | light elf may [hp] | prophecy

nightmare fuel | dream

@sebastianstanbingo | intergalactic au

@secretcrypticevents:

into the wilds bingo | hydra into the wilds flash | dimension travel au + light elf + arranged marriage

@steverogersbingo | b3: bucky barnes

@taintedsouled: danse macabre | creature feature

@through-time-and-space-bingo | supernatural elements au

read: ao3 | sqwa | the nana

[livsoulsecrets]

#BUCKTOMMY: Love me like you do

Audio credit: 00.07hmm (tiktok)

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Entry for @fandom-free-bingo “Pride Edition”: Prompt “Love me like you do”

Pairing: Buck/Tommy (911)

Rating: General Audiences

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dimension 20 (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adaine Abernant & The Bad Kids, Adaine Abernant & Riz Gukgak, Adaine Abernant & Jawbone O'Shaughnessey, Adaine Abernant & Sandralynn Faeth Characters: Adaine Abernant, Riz Gukgak, Fabian Aramais Seacaster, Kristen Applebees, Gorgug Thistlespring, Figueroth Faeth, Jawbone O'Shaughnessey, Sandralynn Faeth, Oisin Hakinvar (Mentioned) Additional Tags: Post-Campaign 01 Season 03: Fantasy High Junior Year (Dimension 20), Coming Out, Asexual Character, Asexual Adaine Abernant, Found Family, Vomiting, It's not described extensively but do watch out of you're uncomfortable with it, Bad Parents Angwyn and Arianwen Abernant, Childhood Trauma, Aromantic Asexual Riz Gukgak, I promise there's only one coming out that goes wrong, Adaine Abernant Needs a Hug, Adaine Abernant Has Panic Attacks, Adaine is accepted for who she is and that's what she DESERVES, Platonic Bad Kids - Freeform, Internalized Acephobia, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Angst with a Happy Ending, Lesbian Aelwyn Abernant, Title inspired by Fall Out Boy's The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years) Summary:

From a relative, and rational perspective, she knows that she should probably be okay. Others have done it before her, and have gotten out of it unscathed, loved, even. Hell, Kristen and Fig both have had and have girlfriends, Ragh is out and proud, his mother his biggest supporter, Gorgug is a confirmed bisexual (even though mostly during Pride month), and Riz himself recently came out as well, now donning a little pin of a flag with an orange to dark blue gradient on his vest wherever he goes. Still, she is terrified of what might happen in the worst situation imaginable.

 Or: Adaine tries to come out to Jawbone and Sandralynn as asexual, and reflects on the times in which she saw it go well and less well for those around her.

Written thanks to the help of my @fandom-free-bingo cards :) 

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Near Misses and Nearly Missed - Chapter Two Lost and Found.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> James "Bucky" Barnes x Original Nonbinary Character (Soldierbug)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> The next day. And the start of every next day.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 2129

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (E) Smut, snowed in (but fine about it).

𝐀/𝐍 -> Even more smut, and the end of my entirely pointless but kind of adorable two-parter. Enjoy!

Check it out below, or on AO3 here! Divider by us!

<- Chapter One

Prompts used (boards at the end);

- “Do You Know What’s Out There in the World?” – @anyfandomfluffbingo; - ‘Ugly Crying’, ‘Sleepy Sex’, “I Don’t Have Anything Left to Lose.”, “Turn the Light Out.”– @fandom-free-bingo (Flight); - ‘Free Use’, “Who Was That?”, ‘Frostbite’– Fandom-Free Bingo(Frosty); - ‘Semi Conscious’ – @hurtcomfort-bingo (CO42); - “Are You Okay With This?” – @julybreakbingo (Kofi Exclusive); - ‘One Day Together or One Good Memory’– July Break Bingo (Summer); - “Does That Hurt?”, ‘Sex in the Morning or Sex in the Kitchen’ – July Break Bingo (4x4); - ‘Snowed-in’ – @multifandom-flash Bingo (New Year - Gen);

When I woke to sunlight spilling through curtains I’d forgotten to close, I groaned, muscles aching with exhaustion and face hot from the light reflected in my metal arm. I went to roll, eyes still squeezed shut, but the shift in position drew my attention to the weight pressing down on my bicep.

Raising my free hand to block the dazzling morning light, the futuristic compound scattering opalescent sundrops across the room, I looked down at the body curled against my chest, breathing steadily in sleep, two-tone hair standing out in a gravity-defying display that made me grin.

I didn’t imagine it.

My mind flashed through the events of the previous day – our accident, borne of my irritation and distraction; their own annoyance and ill-preparedness for the climate of upstate New York; the way their skin glowed when I finally touched them.

Oh, the touching…

The space between my thighs ached at the thought, recalling the feeling of their wetness rutting against mine with wanton desire, and they moaned softly, squirming in the sleep and curling nearer. “Mm, James…” they murmured, fingers curling against me as I trembled at the sound, holding them a little tighter. Mars’ eyelashes fluttered and flickered open, fixing me in a hazy, sleepy gaze. “Hey, horny,” they mumbled, smirking, and I tipped their chin up to kiss them softly.

“Can’t help it… Woke up beside my soulmate,” I whispered, and they beamed.

“Pretty sure you have a relevant fantasy here, too…” they offered, one leg coming up over my hip to press nearer. I quivered and nodded, hips twitching unconsciously, and their eyes closed once more, head falling back as they hummed softly. “God… Please…”

That was all the encouragement I needed. Within a heartbeat, I was reaching to scrabble blindly in my toy drawer once more, sliding into a harness with the speed that came with studious practice in anticipation of this day. They smirked knowingly without opening their eyes – but at the first probe of my cock gently against their already slick folds, their gaze found mine, lips parting in anticipation.

My eyes were locked on theirs as I pressed inside them slowly, light and dark fixed intently in one another’s sights, even as their pupils blew wide and their skin glowed under my hands. “Does that hurt?” I breathed, patiently sinking half an inch further as they shook their head insistently.

“So good… So big…” they whimpered, head falling back, and I groaned, hand finding the small of their back to pull them closer, to take them deeper, lips falling ravenously on the throat offered so willingly to my mercy.

“You know so many of my fantasies,” I noted breathlessly as my hips met theirs, the fingertips of my free hand holding their thigh tightly as they trembled around my sheathed length. “Tell me one of yours.”

They blushed shyly, shifting to press their forehead to mine. “I-I don’t…” The redness of their cheeks increased as they stammered, and I raised an eyebrow, beginning to move painfully slowly inside them.

“Tell me how to make you feel good, acushla,” I purred, one hand moving between their legs to caress their clit lightly, letting out a quiet groan at the brush of my cock as it moved inside their soaked hole, their pitiful, pleasured whimpers making the ache between my own legs intensify. “Tell me what you used to think about in the darkness, legs spread, crying out for me…”

My hips snapped forward, eliciting a deafening moan and hands grasping at my shoulders in desperation. “I-I thought about you degrading me,” they admitted, bright-eyed and breathless, moving against me as best they could as their nails curled against my skin. “I th- mm! – I thought about you calling me a whore and a fucktoy, and tying me down with my legs spread, free for you to use as and when you wanted…”

I growled with desire, shifting to pin them beneath me, pressing myself deeper as their legs wrapped around my hips instinctively. “That sounds so good, sweetheart… I love the thought of you being at my disposal, so needy and eager…”

They whined hungrily, pussy growing ever wetter beneath my tender caresses. “Please, James- please, I-I want- I need- Please-”

I crooned my sympathetic understanding, lengthening my thrusts until every inch of silicone was utilised and they were gasping and writhing, hips moving time with my own, back arching in a desperate attempt to take me further inside them. “That’s it, baby,” I purred as their muscles grew tight with impending release, slamming into them harder, their body jerking under the force. “That’s it - give me everything, my love… Come for me.”

They cried out at my command, every atom of their body convulsing and spasming frantically as they came undone beneath me, sobbing their pleasure as they impaled themselves desperately on my length.

I kept my pace steady until their wire-tight frame release, slowing gradually, trembling with the effort and drawing to a halt, resting my sweat-damp forehead against their collarbone gently.

They lay in my arms for over an hour, tears drying from their face-crumpling, bone-trembling sobbing, overwhelming and overstimulated and overtired. It was surreal, watching them doze against my chest, blazes of light following my fingertips as I traced patterns on the exposed skin of their spine. I found myself quite unable to lapse back into sleep, lost in the mesmerising display of their flesh and the feeling of their soft, sleep-warm body pressed close against me.

When they stirred at last, they seemed startled to find me sliding back between the sheets, a fresh cup of tea releasing curling whisps of steam into the cool morning air from where it rested on the bedside table. Once their wide eyes had relaxed again, I gently guided their body back to me, sighing happily when they proved only too happy to resume their position curled against my side.

“We’re a little snowed in,” I murmured, lovingly smoothing stray tendrils of hair from their forehead. They simply smiled, purred, and curled closer, leaving me to chuckle in surprise. “I thought my little city mouse would be more afraid. You astound me.”

“I can think of worse things than being trapped here with you. This is exactly where I want to be,” they breathed back, cheek rubbing gently against my chest.

My gaze shifted to the gap in the curtains, revelling in the specific contentment that comes from being encased in comfort and warmth while watching a snowstorm. “I can’t think of anything better,” I whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to their hair.

We were startled from our contented slumbering by an obtrusive ringing, and I snorted.

“Is that the theme song from Jurassic Park?”

“Yes,” they replied stubbornly, one eyebrow raising as they reached for their cell. “Do you have a problem with Jurassic Park?”

“No, it’s one of my favourite movies,” I replied, chuckling and kissing their temple fondly as they nestled back against me to answer the call.

“Hello? … Yes… No, I don’t know… No… No… No, I don’t think so, sorry… I guess so? …A few weeks, maybe? I’m not sure yet… I’ll let her know… I know, but… Yeah, I guess. Okay… Okay. I’ll see you then. I love you too.”

They dropped their cell to the bed with a sigh, curling closer into my side, and I cocked my head curiously. “Who was that? Not that you have to tell me,” I added quickly, flushing. They let out a quiet, musical laugh, and pressed a kiss to my chest.

“My mum,” they answered readily, earning a grin at the cute English inflection. “She calls every week or so, just to check in. She wanted to know if I’ll be coming home for my sister’s birthday.” They chewed on their lip nervously, and I felt my forehead crease minutely in concern.

“Are you okay?”

With a soft shrug, they shook their head. “I know she wants me to come back, but… I can’t leave. Not now. Not when we’ve only just met…”

I smiled gently, holding them closer. “When’s the birthday?”

They scowled, unable to meet my gaze. “Next week…” Fingers curling against my skin, they shimmied ever impossibly closer. “I don’t know how we’re going to… Arrange this, but… I don’t want to go. All I know is that I don’t want to go… I mean, I have no problem with seeing my sister for her birthday, I just… I don’t want to leave you.”

“Then don’t,” I whispered softly, pressing a tender kiss to their forehead. “If you want to go, I’ll come with you, if you want. If you’d rather stay here, we can do that, too. You can stay here as long as you like, sweetheart. Forever, if you’re so inclined. And I’ll go anywhere you ask of me.”

Their eyes filled with tears as they found mine once more, shining and joyous. “You will?”

“Of course I will,” I chuckled, tipping their chin up to kiss them softly. “I waited long enough for you. I’m not letting you go that easy.”

They grinned broadly, arms raising to snake around my neck. No sooner had their lips brushed mine than they bolted upright, looking surprisingly alert and excited. “Oh, hey – you still haven’t shown me your studio!”

I laughed, shaking my head fondly, and sat up with a groan of effort. “Alright. Come on, then.”

They circled the top floor with fascination, fingers grazing lightly over paint and canvas, eyes wide. “You made all these?” they clarified softly, blinking owlishly when I offered a sheepish nod in response. “You’re amazing.”

I grinned shyly, leaning against the railing above the stairs to watch as they moved through my space. They paused at each photograph blown large, each smear of graphite and paint, gazing with unrestrained adoration. “It pays the bills,” I replied, shrugging lightly. “I worked retail when I was a teen; it’s definitely nicer to be doing something I love.”

They smiled, glancing back at me only briefly before returning to my work. “I know the feeling,” they hummed, nodding. “I had this office job, which… Well, let’s just say that it wasn’t good for my mental health.” With a visible shudder, they paused, eyes shifting to the snow still blurring the world beyond the window. “It’s really coming down out there, huh?”

I nodded, taking a long sip of my coffee and letting the heat radiate through me with a comfortable shiver. “Yeah – it can get pretty bad up here. You’d likely have gotten frostbite if I hadn’t found you,” I added with a worried frown. “… It was pretty reckless, what you did.”

They shrugged one shoulder noncommittally, watching the storm in silence for a few minutes. “I’d have been fine. I had a blanket…”

“It’s not just the cold,” I replied, voice soft and gentle as I moved closer, wrapping my warm arm around their waist to hold them against my chest, the metal limb carefully positioned away from their body. “Do you know what’s our there in the world?”

Another shrug, and they leant back, head finding my shoulder peacefully. “I didn’t have anything left to lose. I had to try, you know?”

“And now?” I countered quietly, cheek meeting their hair. “Are you okay with this? With…” I gestured about us – at the cabin, the storm, and the life I’d already begun to lovingly carve out for them. “Everything?” They glanced back at me, brow furrowed in confusion, and I smiled softly. “Y’know. We don’t have to live here – in this house, in this countr-”

“Are you crazy?”

I blinked in surprise, and they laughed. “This… Everything you’ve made here… It’s perfect. All of it. I couldn’t be happier, Buck. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

Purring, I reached past them to place my coffee on the low table, wrapping my arms around them more securely. “I can’t stop thinking the same.” I turned them to face me, fingers tracing along their spine gently. They trembled under my touch, stretching up on their toes to kiss me softly, hand tangling in my hair. Immediately, I found myself helpless, hands sliding beneath their ass to lift them, their legs wrapping around my waist. I groaned softly against their lips, all thoughts of my studio and conversation and anything except them fading from my mind. My feet began moving without forethought, carrying them instinctively, their hands on my neck making goosebumps rise.

Their back met the door as I kicked it close behind us, fingers curling in their waistband with a hungry groan. “Turn the light out,” I breathed, warmth spreading through my extremities at their soft, happy laugh as they reached for the switch.

[subukunojess]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61948477

"Such violent acts... Was he dealing with a monster of a god impossible to face or was he a monster for letting hundreds of his crew die for his split decisions?"

Title: Ruthless Monster

Fandom: EPIC (Albums)

Main Characters: Odysseus, Eurylochus, and Poseiden

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 1,705

Prompt: Corruption

Content Warnings: Violence, mentions of blood, drowning, lots of eyes

Summary: Part of the Fandom Free Bingo: Maritime May Edition. Prompt: Corruption. Monster Odysseus AU. A fan interpretation of the "Ruthlessness" scene with an added twist. When Odysseus and his crew encounter Poseidon and the Laestrygonians, the consequences of his actions come to stab him in more ways than one.

Hello! One hyperfixation on a particular song in EPIC and my last poll where for my Monster Odysseus AU, Poseidon is the one to curse Odysseus later, here is a one shot I worked on using a prompt for @fandom-free-bingo's Maritime May Bingo. Inspired by corruption, I wanted to show just how Odysseus started to get "corrupted" and "cursed" for my AU while also making my interpretation of "Ruthlessness". I ended up creating a design for Poseidon and using my love for giants to my advantage. My one-shot can be found on AO3 but if you would like to read it on tumblr as well, let me know. I hope to write more within the fandom soon.

Thank you and enjoy!

[idabbleincrazy]

Not Whole Without (1/2)

Fandom: Smallville

Rating: E

Pairing: Clark/Lex, Clark/Bruce (unrequited) , Lex/Bruce (past), Clex+Bruce

Characters: Clark Kent, Lex Luthor, Bruce Wayne, mentions of JLA

Word Count: 1892

Warnings: voyeurism, exhibitionism, Good Guy Lex, canon divergent, Lex knows the truth, kink discovery, blowjob, dirty talk, deep throating, come swallowing

Summary: Trust Lex to know just what they all need.

A/N: from @leatafandom 's prompt: Kink Discovery +   Lex and Clark let a third party watch them. It could be that they just kiss and do a little over-the-clothes touching. Or they could go all the way with an audience.

Squares Filled: Oral sex or Phone Sex, Location: Balcony, Kink Discovery, Having Feelings for the Other Person in a One-on-One Mentorship ( @julybreakbingo ), Surprise Encounters ( @fandom-free-bingo pride edition)

Clark couldn't hold back a groan of hunger as he found himself with a lap full of a very aroused Lex Luthor. The latest business party had finally wound down, the last guests finally escorted out the door to their own lavish accommodations, either one of the hotel suites in the building next door, or to their personal housing elsewhere in the city. Well, almost the last. Clark heard a clink of ice in glass and his grip tightened around Lex's hips, his eyes flicking towards the sound that had wafted in from the balcony.

"Lex, Lex, wait." Clark tried to nudge Lex away from where his mouth had attached to his throat like a limpet. "Bruce is still here. He's out on the balcony, and watching."

"Let him." Lex wiggled on Clark's lap, his very evident arousal pressing against Clark's stomach, hot through thin layers of fabric. He reattached himself to Clark's throat, teeth and tongue working hungrily over unmarkable skin. "He knows where the door is if he wants to leave. Hell, he could even take a flying leap. I'm sure he's got a gadget or two somewhere in his suit."

Clark let his head fall back against the couch, somehow unable to tear his gaze away from where Bruce Wayne stood, those piercing blue eyes unwavering as he observed the couple, glass of scotch now set on the table by the balcony doors. Instead of his erection flagging at the knowledge of someone witnessing Lex practically dry humping him, his cock hardened faster than he thought possible.

Six months since Clark had finally agreed to join the Justice League, and it wasn't Ollie's endless cajoling that made him relent - no matter what the blonde thought - it was Bruce. He was so like his Lex, and so different. The man had enraptured him, though not enough to tempt him to stray from his lover; he and Lex had been meant for each other since he fished him out of the river and breathed life back into his body. No, before that, maybe, back when his brand-new parents had picked up that scared, broken little boy and his inadequate father, and the little toddler that he was reached across the cab of the truck and brushed chubby little fingers over that too pale face in hopes of lending comfort. 

He loved Lex, more than he could put in words, even if it had taken years of ups and downs for them to finally, finally open up to each other. But, he couldn't ignore this growing thing between him and Bruce, and every patrol, every sparring session he had with the older man, only strengthened this confusing bond. He knew he should probably look more towards the other team members for advice and learning the ropes of superhero-ing, but there was no one he trusted as much as Bruce. Except maybe Diana, but she had her own mentoring thing going with Kara, and she was often unavailable to him in Themyscira. Bruce was the only comfortable option. 

He knew it couldn't be easy for Lex, seeing his current partner spending so much time with his ex. Lex had told him all about their time together in school and about their relationship when he'd come to get his opinion on joining the JLA. He knew a part of Lex's fragile heart still bore a scar from there time together. And yet, Lex had refrained from bad mouthing the Wayne heir - unlike the vitriol that had spewed over Oliver - and supported his decision to let Batman take him under his wing. 

All of this was why he knew he should push Lex away and wait for Bruce to leave the penthouse, and exactly why he couldn't. He wanted to see what Bruce would do, how he would react to seeing his ex-lover pawing at Clark, see how far the brunette would let them go in this show before he broke, one way or the other. And, honestly, if Lex didn't want him there, he wouldn't be. He would have been politely escorted out like the rest of them, and seen safely on his way back to Gotham. It made Clark curious, and slightly more at ease, to sense that Lex had a reason for leaving Bruce right where he was. 

So, Clark didn't even bother to hold back the next groan that Lex dragged out of him as slim, nimble fingers brushed over his chest, nails scraping over a budding nipple through his shirt. Keeping one eye on Bruce, Clark wrapped a hand around the back of Lex's head and pulled him down into a deep kiss. His cock throbbed when he saw Bruce blatantly adjust himself in his slacks, his arousal heightening at the proof that the other wasn't as unruffled as he seemed at first glance. 

Breaking the wet kiss with a breathless pant, Lex trailed his mouth along Clark's jaw up to his ear, teeth nipping harshly at the fleshy lobe. 

"You like it, don't you? Knowing he's watching. Seeing you like this, all ravished and horny. Seeing me making you this way. Is he hard, Clark?"

"Uh-huh", Clark whimpered out his affirmation. He clutched Lex tighter to him, thrusting up against Lex's own bulging crotch. He knew he should be more surprised at how turned on he was by having an audience, knew he was raised to believe sex was a private matter, but he couldn't find it in himself to be embarrassed. Later, maybe, but not now. Not when it was Lex, and Bruce. 

"Good."

And with that, Lex slid off Clark's lap to kneel between his legs, his hands caressing up Clark's thighs as his head dipped down to his groin. Clark moaned at the pressure of Lex's mouth against his cloth-covered erection, that slick tongue dampening the cotton as the bald man teased him. His gaze flicked back over to Bruce, watched the brunette slip almost soundlessly through the sliding glass doors into the room, the door closing behind him with a quiet whoomph of air. 

Bruce broke eye contact only for a moment as he crossed the room to where a large leather chair had been set up directly across from the couch. Lex had set this up, after all, it seemed. That chair was usually in their media room, and now it was ensconced in the shadows of the low-lit living room, barely visible without enhanced eyesight. The tech-billionaire sat back in the plush chair, his gaze locked on the tableau before him, his hand creeping down between his legs to rub at the sizable bulge distorting his expensive slacks.

Lex's hands quickly worked open Clark's belt, fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper of his pants, and Clark whimpered as he lifted his hips up for his lover to pull both slacks and boxers down to his knees, his cock twitching and leaking out a large drop of pre-come as the cool air hit its heated length. He wasn't sure if he was comforted or upset by the knowledge that Bruce couldn't see much more than his face and the back of Lex's head from the position he was in. 

"Lex, please." 

He tore his gaze from Bruce and his slow-moving hand, green locking onto a lighter blue as he met Lex's upturned stare, the heat in those steely eyes confirming that this wasn't just for Clark's sake. Lex wanted Bruce to be reminded of what they'd once had together, just as much as he wanted him to know what he was missing out on with Clark. Lex wanted Bruce to break, too, it seemed. Unsure whether this was still such a good idea, Clark nodded down at Lex, unable to stop tonight's events even if he wanted to. 

Lex flashed his shark smirk and closed his lips around the head of Clark's cock, tongue flicking out to lap up the pre-come that oozed from the slit. Clark groaned and fought the urge to thrust into the mouth that teased him, knowing it would be over too soon if he did. And, much as he wanted to come, a larger part of him wanted this never to end; wanted the three of them locked like this for eternity, Clark caught between the attentions of these two dangerous, beautiful men, their arousal filling his senses. Wanted Bruce to never be able to take his eyes off him and Lex, the erotic image they made together; Lex's head between his legs, slowly bobbing, Clark's chest heaving for breath he didn't really need, his hand curving around that smooth, bare skull, not guiding, just needing to touch, to tether. Wanted Bruce to forever be torturing himself with teasing touches of his own hand, seen in stolen glances when Clark needed the reassurance that the other was still there. 

Inevitably, Lex's mouth sinks down on his aching cock; Clark can feel the tip pressing against the back of Lex's throat, can feel his nose brushing against the skin around the base of his throbbing length. Lex sucks around the mouthful, cheeks hollowing as he quickens his pace.

"Oh, God, Lex." Clark shifts his hips, needing to press just that little bit deeper on Lex's next downstroke. He's never loved and hated Lex's deep-throating ability more than at this moment. His moan of pleasure has prompted Bruce into increasing movement in his shadowed alcove, and Clark feels another thrill of arousal course through him. "Fuck, baby, feel so good. Gonna make me come, Lex."

Lex is becoming noisy, now, low moans of pleasure and the sounds of wet flesh being suckled twine with his own increasingly loud grunts and half-spoken pleas for more. Clark can feel his climax looming, the tell-tale tingling building in his spine as he looks between these two incredible men who fill so much of his waking - and sleeping - thoughts. He can hear the susurration of fabric against flesh, Bruce's and Lex's, and it's the realization that both of these beautiful, intelligent, amazing men - men who could have anyone in the world at the snap of their fingers - are hard for him, that has him thrusting his cock down Lex's throat and gently holding him there as he cries out his orgasm. 

Lex swallows it all, suckling his pulsing shaft until Clark collapses back against the couch, his hand stroking softly over the curve of Lex's bald pate as he licks him clean. It's only the scent of his own release that lingers in the air as Lex pulls off his cock and carefully tucks it away; neither man has come yet. Clark's still hard, his stamina always leaving him ready for at least one more round, despite the intensity of his orgasm. 

Lex clambers back up onto his lap, kissing him soundly and sharing the lingering taste of himself. As he explores the cavern of that wet, perfect mouth, his hearing is tuned to Bruce, expecting the brunette to leave as silently as he always does when he's not hyping up his public persona. His heartbeat never recedes, still occupying the chair across from them. 

Lex stands, tugging Clark fluidly from the couch. Pulls him towards the hallway leading to their room.

"Lex?"

Lex doesn't stop, merely turns his head to smirk back at Clark. 

"You didn't think we were done yet, did you?"

~~~~~~

@leatafandom

[cosmic-adventurers]

This submission is for Day 21 of @hurtcember (Afraid), @ao3tagbingo (Humor), and @fandom-free-bingo (Dashing Rescue)

Summary: Having trouble sleeping and desperate to finally get some peace, Elena mistakenly eats some vervain cookies she finds in her freezer that Jeremy made before he left for Colorado when he was too high to tell the difference between vervain and weed, making her temporarily resistant to compulsion at just the right moment. So, when she arrives to save Damon from Rebekah the next day, he can’t exactly get her to leave.

Takes place during 3X18.

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Damon/Elena

Rating: M

Banter, mutual pining, unresolved sexual tension, unresolved romantic tension, rescue mission

Word count: 2,308

(The episode itself shows the aftermath of torture, and that's reflected in the story, in case this needs a CW.)

Rebekah had Damon.

Everything inside Elena was awash with a startling chill, as though someone poured ice-water directly into her veins. 

Rebekah had Damon. After seeing the cruelty of which the Originals were capable, everything within Elena seized with abject terror at the thought of Damon being in her clutches – of her hurting him.

So, while Stefan and Matt prepared to go after Finn, she grabbed her keys and quietly slipped away, hoping to be already in her car before anyone even noticed her missing.

She silently thanked Jeremy's brief delinquent phase for the crowbar he left in her car when she arrived at the Mikaelson mansion, a grand and imposing structure, its towering form and rigid columns as powerful and intimidating as the family it housed. It was only then that she realized how foolhardy and impulsive her plan was. What if someone was home? It didn't matter – all she knew was that she had to get him out, and there was a good chance that the consequences of the hunt for Finn would serve to distract the siblings.

Elena cautiously entered what she imagined to be the Mikaelsons' drawing room – though honestly any room in the expansive estate could conceivably receive guests. The mansion was eerie when empty – silent, intimidating, oppressive. Despite her desperate attempts at stealth, she could hear each footstep on the pristine floors. Her heart thundered in her chest so cacophonously that she could swear every vampire within a three-mile radius must hear her, but she pushed forward. She didn't know how much time she had before Rebekah and Klaus returned, if they were even gone, so she had to make haste.

Walking deeper still, she found a lone figure suspended from the ceiling, his wrists attached to what appeared to be bear traps. His black button-down shirt was open, revealing a series of long, deep gashes on his chest and neck, likely made by a knife, the blood cascading down his torso. A wooden stake pierced his ribs, lodged firmly inside him. Below him was a tarp, gathering accumulating blood that dripped from his barely conscious form, its surface nearly covered in a sickening, red puddle.

With a thunderous pang, she instantly knew who it was, her entire world narrowing to the figure who barely had energy to writhe, the agony so clearly written on his face, reflected in her heart.

The image before her suddenly blurred as Elena's eyes began to warm with rushing tears. "Damon?" His name sprang from her lips involuntarily, more a choked sob than coherent word, though based on the immediate jolt of his body, he noticed her presence. Her hands jumped to her lips, stifling the anguished gasp that fought to break free. 

Damon stirred in response, watching her through half-lidded eyes. His face wore a mockery of the mischievous smirk that she knew to precede a barb. "That's me," he said, though the weakness in his voice made it sound more like a croak, breaking in every other syllable. "Your friendly, neighborhood piñata. I needed a side-gig. Steffie's hair gel racks up quite the tab."

She couldn't help the involuntary laugh that escaped, though it was tempered by a sob, the sight of his injuries cutting into her. 

Instantly, his demeanor shifted, the jocularity turning to fear before he attempted to cover it with anger, but Elena knew him well enough to see the raw panic in his eyes. In spite of this, his weakened rasp was nevertheless an inferno. "Are you crazy?"

"Excuse me!?" Elena was flabbergasted. Of all the reactions he could have had, the absolute last one she expected was outrage. She instantly grabbed the stake, but it was lodged too deep, and all her efforts gained was an agonized scream, echoing in the hitherto foreboding silence of the mansion. She let it go, forcing her breaths to even out, deciding to leave that for later. The bear traps were the priority. She had to free him first.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He pressed, appearing to gather the last reserves of his strength to, what? Scold her?

"I'm here to save you, Damon! What does it look like?" She stood on her tiptoes, reaching for one of the traps, her hands wrapping around the jagged metal. She pulled, but it wouldn't budge. Not even a little. Her palms stung from the pressure, and she hissed as the rusted edges scratched her skin.

"You doing okay there, Xena?" His attempt at the wry smirk that was his ever-present champion of defense came out a grimace, beginning to pant with exhaustion.

She shot a glare at him, her knuckles whitening over the traps that stubbornly refused her efforts. "I would be, if you got over whatever this is and helped me." This wasn't like any ordinary bear trap she'd ever seen, not that she'd been exposed to many. Of course, the Mikaelsons would have some absurdly complicated device, custom-made for utility and torture. "I thought you hated martyrs," she mumbled, trying to study the mechanism, but the growing pit of anxiety tempered her reasoning abilities.

"Are you an idiot? She'll kill you. You have to leave."

A part of her admitted that she supposed she should be thankful that he distracted her from her abject terror for his safety by acting like an obnoxious jackass. She momentarily abandoned her quest with the trap to face him, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Thank you for rescuing me, Elena. It was really brave of you to come here, Elena. I don't know how to properly express my emotions, so I'm just going to act like a complete ass!" But then she saw the wounds again, the jagged gashes bleeding onto the growing pool below him, and any pretense of anger dissipated, leaving nothing but fear and a burning ache to comfort, soothe. She needed to get him out of there, wrap him in softness, in love, make sure nothing again hurt him again.

"I can express my emotions just fine – like right now, my feelings want to yell at you to get the hell out of here before Barbie Klaus and the Original Dickhead come back and turn you into a standing avant-garde blood fountain like me!"

Elena pursed her lips in a show of frustration, desperate to force away the tears building in her eyes. Why, oh why did she ever expect him to be reasonable? She couldn't believe this – after the effort it took to escape unnoticed, and the sheer luck of neither Klaus nor Rebekah being home, they'd be undone by Damon's stubbornness. "No, I'm not leaving without you," she told him with finality, her voice trembling with conviction. "I lo – care about you, Damon. I don't abandon those I care about. And that's final. I choose to be here, for you, and there's nothing you can do to talk me out of it. Now tell me how to set you free, so we both stop wasting time." Her mouth snapped shut when she realized what she almost said, what she nearly admitted she felt. 

His startling blue eyes widened for a fraction of a second, a string of micro-expressions shifting on his face before finally settling on resignation. "Okay, I will," he said. "Just come closer. It hurts to speak so loudly."

"Of course, Damon," she breathed, feeling everything within her practically deflate with relief. Thank God. She'd be able to free him; they'd get out of here. He'd be safe. "Just tell me what to do. I don't know how these traps work."

"Closer." He studied her with an expression akin to reverence, his eyes darting over every square inch of her face, as though to memorize her, emblazing this moment in his heart forever – his gaze, a loving caress. Despite the warmth blooming in her heart from the softness he seemed to reserve only for her, the vulnerability he'd just placed before her like a guarded treasure, something about the action unnerved her. There was a finality to it - a wistfulness. It was almost like he was saying goodbye.

"Damon," Elena prompted, increasingly worried. "If you don't start talking, I'm going to try to figure it out on my own, but it might take longer."

For a fraction of a second, Elena could swear he meant to kiss her. Instead, he nodded, the pupils in his cerulean eyes expanding, only to quickly contract again. "You are going to get out of here as quickly as possible, and you are going to forget about helping me, forget your ridiculous need to risk your life for me, forget your concern for me, forget choosing me, and forget this conversation," he said before a momentary pause, swallowing a lump in his throat, the heartbreak shining in his eyes nearly unraveling her. "Now get out of here."

She shuddered a breath, feeling despair begin to build, before she forced resolve to overcome it by sheer force of will, returning to the bear traps. "Well, that was dramatic," she snapped, "but no."

Visibly confused, Damon stared at her for several seconds. "How did you just …?"

The epiphany suddenly gripped her, stealing her breath. "Did you just try to compel me!? You are such a dick, Damon!"

"Great," he groaned. "Now I'm just as useless as Bambi's Boogey Monster."

"At least he can respect my choices - and like I said, I choose to be here, to save you!" She gestured aggressively at the traps. "Why can't you!?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry I don't indulge your every self-destructive impulse, like a fucking poster child for assisted suicide!"

Elena bristled, more from frustration that she couldn't remove either of the contraptions imprisoning him. How did this keep happening? It felt like every few months, she came close to losing him. First in that fire during the Founders Day parade, then to the werewolf venom, now this. "I just wanted to remind you that every second we waste here is a second that Rebekah and Klaus could come back and I'm not leaving," she replied through her teeth, desperate to cling to any fleeting remnants anger within her to mask the incoming tears, "so either tell me how to release you, or I'll have to figure out on my own. My way may take longer."

"Fine!" He took a deep breath looking like the motion visibly hurt. "There's a hidden latch, beneath the teeth – a safety on each of the traps. You need to pull it out, tap it twice, then spin it once, tap it again, another two spins, another two taps, a spin, and a final tap." When she looked at him quizzically, not even wanting to waste precious mental bandwidth to question the bewildering complexity while she had more pressing matters, he explained, "It spells 'I win' in Morse code."

She began working immediately, visibly relieved when the first hand came undone. She hurried to wrap an arm around his waist for support, mindful of the stake and his wounds, while she moved to focus on the second bear trap, doing her best to ignore the pang in her heart when she heard his pained gasp. "How did you know that?" she asked, unlocking the second mechanism.

"Klaus stopped by to gloat, couldn't resist going into a full Bond speech about his upscale medieval torture devices."

The second trap finally clicked open, sending Damon into a free fall, no longer able to stand on his own. Elena's pulled him into a sitting position, the adrenaline fueling her strength, relieved when she found his arms around her in turn, holding her for support.

"Why are you so squishy?" Damon asked, confusion marring his expression as he tried to stifle an agonizing groan.

"Because of the blood bags I brought," Elena said as if it was the most obvious thing in the word, opening her jacket to show him. Her lips curved into a what she desperately hoped was a gently teasing smile. "I figured you needed blood, and I remember being bitten sucks –"

"It doesn't have to, if the vampire knows what they're doing –" he began, giving her a look that she assumed was meant to look seductive, but honestly leaned more toward exhaustion, on account of the blood loss.

"Okay, being bitten by you sucks – I would know." She struggled with one of the bags, her hands trembling with adrenaline.

"I was loopy from a megadose of werewolf venom!" Damon retorted, visibly scandalized, and very much not liking his performance questioned. At least that was the impression he probably wanted her to have – she saw the vulnerability beneath the quips, the bravado. The series of expressions within his expressive blue eyes – the fear, the wonder, the disbelief. It squeezed her heart in its crushing grip, that he'd fight so hard against being saved.

"And now you're probably loopy from blood loss, so blood bag," she said pointedly, extending one to him, which he snatched and emptied greedily before Elena could even register what was happening, followed quickly by a second and third, after which he was finally strong enough to remove the stake with a guttural wince. "Just how many blood bags did you bring?"

"Six," she retorted sheepishly, showing off the collection hanging inside her jacket on both sides. She watched enraptured as the wounds healed before her eyes, strength visibly returning to his countenance. Although she'd seen the wonder of vampire healing before more times than she could count, it always felt surreal - magical.

"You're carrying a stash of these, in your coat? What are you, some kind of back alley blood-hustler?" he quipped, before promptly gathering her into his arms. "Hold on tight." With that, all Elena could feel was a powerful gust of wind against her face as the world around her dissolved into a series of blurred lines.

[zuzufromtheafterlife]

Hidden Kisses

A soft snort escaped from Zuko as he watched Sokka's overdramatic attempts to sneak them away from the rest of the gang. This had been the second time that day that Sokka had tried to do so, just as much enthusiasm lacing his actions as his head snapped to face Zuko, a finger held in front of his mouth to try and silence Zuko.

The small smile that had been making its way onto Zuko's face only grew more at the action, a laugh threatening to spill from his lips even as he tried to stifle the noise.

Sokka's eyes widened as he witnessed the action, hearing soft exhales of air as he tried to silently laugh. Not willing to have their cover blown so quickly, Sokka wrapped a hand around Zuko's waist and tugged him in, pulling the shorter boy in so their bodies were flush against one another.

Though that action itself sent Zuko's jaw clamping shut, confusion lacing his features at the sudden positioning, Sokka still very quickly dipped down to lay a kiss upon his lips, silencing him for the few moments they stayed locked together. Pulling back, Zuko was left stumbling after Sokka in bewilderment.

Read here on ao3 @fandom-free-bingo @eclipsingbingo

[fandom-free-bingo]

AUGUST CHAOS EDITION

Good morning, tiny people that live in my phone, and happy August! Welcome to AUGUST CHAOS.

We're doing something a little different this month. We have a big event coming up, and we figured we deserved a little time off.

But don't fear! We're not leaving you high and dry. We prefer making bespoke cards, but we couldn't leave you with nothing, so… Have some premade cards! You can choose one, or several. Standard rules apply - we'll be reblogging posts until 1st September, 2025. AO3 can be found here!

We'll be back as usual from September. Have fun, and drink plenty of water if it's intensely hot where you are!

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[eros-heartache]

Oh, Hell. Bound.

Pairing: Edward Nygma / Oswald Cobblepot

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 539

Warnings: brief mention of blood, Potential TW for claustrophobia 

Summary: Oswald wakes up in the dark, bound and disoriented.

Events:

@whumpuary 2025 // Day 1 // Headache & “This will Hurt”

@fandom-free-bingo //Gingerbread Edition // Locked in the Trunk

[stargirlwritingjourney]

Pouring Water Droplets

Fandom: Avatar

Pairing: Aonung/Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan

Rating: General Audiences

Warning/Tag(s): No Archive Warnings Apply, Play fighting, Pining

Summary: As the sun sets, leaving the two of them alone on the beach, Neteyam and Aonung play like skxawng as they go crashing through waves and into one another.

Event(s): @eclipsingbingo with 'play fighting' | @kinky-things-happen with 'held down' | @fandom-free-bingo with 'under the skin' |@multifandom-flash Beehive: with 'you're cute when you're angry' and Double Flash with 'heartwarming moments'

Can be read here

Neteyam ran as quickly as he could across the crashing shore of the beach. The sun had set over an hour ago, leaving the beach bare as it got later. Behind him, Aonung came racing after him. Aonung's limbs were much more graceful than his, used to running through sand as he chased after Neteyam, though Neteyam couldn't bring himself to care as a laugh was ripped from his lips as he chanced a look over his shoulder, spotting Aonung catching up with him.

When two large hands wrapped around his waist, Aonung finally having caught up with him, Neteyam couldn't help but let out a very un-warrior-like screech. The both of them went toppling down into the crashing waves, bodies colliding with one another as they fell.

On instinct, Neteyam tried to position himself under Aonung so he could take the impact but Aonung had other ideas as he easily curled the two of them around, Neteyam landing on his chest while Aonung's back hit the sandy floor.

The pair of them only had a few seconds to gather themselves, waves smacking against them as they lay in the middle of the beach before Neteyam attempted to push himself up, his hands using Aonung's chests as leverage. Aonung didn't allow it though as his tail smacked into Neteyam's legs, pulling a yelp from his lips as he tripped.

Aonung was after him in seconds, grabbing onto his shoulders and trying to push him down. Now would be a real test of all the lessons Aonung had given Neteyam as tides repeatedly smacked into them, pushing them around the shore as they wrestled with one another.

"Is that the best you got, skxawng?" Neteyam tried to taunt him even while water was sloshing over his face and Aonung had him held down under his weight. It was evident that the losing battle that Neteyam had gotten himself into was beginning to irk him, but only in a friendly battle way. Evidence of which could be seen in the way his nose would scrunch, his fangs being shown off with every word he spoke.

A hiss of laughter escaped Aonung as he stared down at Neteyam, a smile making its way onto his face despite himself. "You're cute when you're angry," Aonung couldn't help but tease, watching as Neteyam's eyes widened and his ears flattened back against his head in a shy manner.

The scrunch in Neteyam's features instantly vanished as his expression went almost completely blank. His mouth hung slightly agape as he stared at Aonung, not saying a single word.

It seemed by the time Neteyam did work up the courage to say something, a voice came calling to him from the hunts. "Neteyam, Dad's looking for you," Lo'ak's voice was easily recognisable as his voice shot towards them.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Neteyam easily flipped his and Aonung's position, leaving him on top as his eyes searched in the darkness for where his younger brother might be. Whispered into the night, Neteyam said, "I have to go."

"I'll see you for your lesson tomorrow, right?" Aonung questioned, gripping onto Neteyam's wrist before he could run off.

"Yes," Neteyam hastily agreed. "I'll see you then." Before running off, trying to discreetly find a way to his brother.

[blackwood4stucky]

hoping these roses dull the pain, cover the scars and turn the page

author: aspen blackwood

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu

masterpost | 🅴 | 🔞 | fic word count: 4935 | complete

tags: alpha x alpha, drugged, forced sex, non con body bod, non traditional omegaverse, triggered mating, secondary gender modification, dark elements

The asset knows it is imperative to appear as compliant as possible. This isn’t a difficult task. Its handlers modified its operating levels to unfamiliar settings. It can feel the heat rising beneath its skin. It can feel the strange wetness pooling between its thighs as it lies on a bed of metal. As far as the asset is concerned, that has never happened before. - Order through pain is all the asset knows.

bingo fills + event prompts

@anyfandomangstbingo | handcuffs

@anyfandomdarkbingo | chained to a bed

@anyfandomgoesbingo | mating cycles

@anyfandomkinkbingo | fucking like rabbits

@afgomegaversebingo | rough sex

@augustwritingchallenge: april showers brings m-au flowers | loss

@badthingshappenbingo | incapable of disobeying

@buckybarnesevents: babb2023 | come as lube [jan]

@character-a-character-b: may bingo | 64: sensual creatures

@fandombingo: rpf card | loyalty kink

@fandom-free-bingo

flight edition | overstimulation + alt: refusing to fight back maritime may | omegaverse au valentine edition | sex pollen wild edition | malaise world book night edition | no remorse + alt: struggling to break free

@ficwip: level up | 3rd pov - present tense

@julybreakbingo: pre july 24 | exophilia

@kinky-things-happen | fuck or die

loversbingo

the conflict | omega’s first heat the reeling | forced helping hand the solution | can’t stop

@marvel-smash-bingo | multiple orgasms

@multifandom-flash

fear bingo | fear of ice new year’s resolution | public sex + rough sex + sex pollen

@sebastianstanbingo | multiple orgasms

@stuckybingo | kink: biting [nsfw may adoptable]

@stuckygeekevents: stucky geek bingo | confusion

stucky smut menu

trope | sex pollen character version | possessive!steve kink | public sex

@sweetspicybingo: hurt/comfort bingo | held captive

@taintedsouled: spring cleaning soot sprites | playroom: monsterfucking

@ultimatechrisbingo | right person, wrong time

@yearoftheotpevent | september: hurt/comfort

ch 2: why does it taste so bitter (when you’re the sugar that touches my lips)

read: ao3 | ffn | sqwa

mini playlist

ch 1

[nekoannie-chan]

Peculiar routine

Peculiar routine

Title: Peculiar routine.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 327 words.

Square: 3 “Individual quirks.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: You learnt Steve’s routine.

Major Tags: Fluff.

Additional tags: This is my entry for @fandom-free-bingo Flight Edition.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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You found Steve's daily routine to be something to admire, yet at the same time, you found it strange the quirks he used to do. You got up early, and every morning when you looked out the window, you saw Steve running through the park.

One day, you decided to join him. You woke up even earlier than usual and put on your sports clothes. When you arrived at the park, Steve was already there, jogging at a steady pace. When he saw you, he smiled and came over.

“Hi," he said, "I didn't expect to see you so early. "

“You inspired me when I saw your morning routine," you replied, smiling.

After his run, Steve would head to a nearby coffee shop, where he always ordered the same thing: a black coffee and a croissant. He would sit at the same table, take out a small notebook and pencil, and start drawing.

One day, you got up the courage to ask him about those drawings.

“Steve, what do you draw every morning? "

“Sometimes I draw what I see in the park, other times, I don't know, whatever comes to mind. "

You knew he was lying; Steve was a terrible liar.

You asked to see one of his drawings, and he, after a moment's hesitation, agreed. He had drawn the park, but what caught your attention most was a drawing of someone running, and you realized it was you.

“You're very talented," you said, handing the notebook back to him.

Steve blushed slightly.