#a fun little prompt for y'all to run with if you want

[finemealprompt]

DP x DC Prompt #35

There's a Teen Titans, there's a Young Justice, but there's no Teen Superhero team that deals with things that Justice League: Dark does. And, well, John's a little tired.

Once teenager superheroes stop being teenager superheroes, and they seem to belong with JLD, they got tossed in the team. But, they aren't prepared for the team. They haven't dealt quite with threats that JLD handles all the time. They're not experienced enough.

So, John decides it's time to get a Young Justice: Dark team started. He's shit at leading, though, so he calls Phantom for a favor.

[lulunothulu]

“Yes, sir.”

Bob Floyd x Reader

Summary: Bob is known to be the sweet and shy one of the Dagger Squat. Little do they know, as soon as he comes home to you, he sheds that persona—but only for you.

Content: 18+ smut, some fluff, a hungry Bob 😏

I feel like it’s canon that Bob fucks so let’s let him fuck us…for science 💗😇 Enjoy!!

Robert Floyd was many things. Shy? Yes. Quiet? Sure. But he was not one to leave his girl longing for anything. That’s why when you’d texted him, asking him to come home straight after work, he didn’t hesitate to make sure he did as soon as he was dismissed for the day.

“Baby on board!” Hangman calls out in the locker room. “Where are you going in a hurry?”

“Um, home?” He responds.

“I thought you were coming to Hard Deck with us,” Bradley says, poking his head from behind a locker door.

Fuck he said that didn’t he?

“Sorry,” he smiles. “Can we rain check?”

Hangman smiles, a knowing look practically shooting out of his eyes. “It’s your girl isn’t it?”

Bob only blushes, stammering, “Wh-why, well, umm…”

“Don’t worry,” Hangman smiles and winks at him. “My Darlin’ is the same way. You go get to her.”

Bob almost choked on his saliva, Bradley does it for him and causes Jake to turn around in surprise.

“What?!” Bradley asks when he’s calmed down.

“‘What’ what?” Jake asks back. “You didn’t know baby on board had a girl?”

“Nat told me about her but I thought she was pulling my leg,” Bradley responds.

Bob can hear Jake tell him something but that’s when he steps out of the locker room and heads toward the parking lot. Reaching his truck, Bob pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before starting his drive home.

———

Pulling into the driveway of y'all's small home, Bob was anxious to get inside. From the text you'd send him about an hour ago, it sounded like you urgently needed him home after work.

Bounding for the front door, Bob swings it open expecting to see you in tears. However, he finds you seated on the kitchen island in nothing but a white lacy set of lingerie and matching stockings. On your feet are the heels you reserve when you're feeling extra fun.

Racking his brain, Bob tries to remember if there was something important happening today.

His birthday isn't for another few months, yours already passed...an anniversary?

You chuckle, watching your boyfriend try to think of what could've prompted this look.

"Are you gonna mull over what why I'm dressed like this, or are you gonna come over here and kiss me?" you ask, a smirk on your lips.

Bob nods, dropping his bag at the entryway before closing and locking the front door and practically running to kiss you.

"Hi, baby," he murmurs against your lips.

"Hi, Bobby," you respond, smiling into the kiss he presses to your lips.

He pulls away to take you in, admiring the way the flimsy fabric sits on your body.

Bob's navy eyes darken, turning almost midnight blue with lust and desire. "You did this for me?"

You nod, biting your lip and smiling.

Bob's eyes practically undress you as they roam down your body. He licks his thin lips before smiling and taking his glasses off, hooking them on the neckline of his shirt. You watch as he drops to his knee before you, a smirk appearing and face transforming to the alter ego Bob takes on when he fucks you.

"Are my dinner tonight?" he asks, voice deep and gravely. When you nod, he clicks his tongue. "You know I like when you use your words, Princess."

You hold in your smile before finally speaking. "Yes, I'm dinner for tonight. Unless you want something, then I can—”

Bob stops you, kissing the top of your thighs before opening them and kissing from the inside of your knee toward your pulsing core.

"What was that?" he asks between kisses.

"Nothing," you sigh, watching as his eyes slowly raise to meet your own.

He pulls you closer to him, smiling when you yelp at the motion. He resumes kissing up your other thigh until he reaches the thin fabric of your lacy thong.

The sensation of his breathing on top of your pulsing clit makes you whimper, causing Bob to chuckle against you. A chill runs down your spine when he kisses you over the fabric.

"Lift your hips," Bob orders.

When you do, he pulls the thong down, bringing the stockings down with before slowly pulling your heels off and peeling the rest of the thong and stockings off. He throws them to the side, smiling down at your cunt before squinting and pulling his glasses on.

"Keep them on," you tell him.

"They look dorky," he laughs.

"And I like how dorky you look in them," you smile.

Bob's eyes darken behind those circular lenses before he lowers himself back to your core and kisses your clit.

Warmth and electricity ignite from that spot, up your stomach, and then back down your legs. When he licks you from the bottom of your entrance to the tip of your clit, you moan his name.

“Fuck, Bobby,” you say, back arching a bit off the counter.

Bob chuckles, sending vibrations to your clit where his mouth is lightly sucking.

Another thing about Bob…he was a ravenous pussy eater. Once he starts, he won’t stop until you’re a shaking mess under him.

Moving his mouth, Bob laps your entrance, fucking you with his tongue and moaning at the taste of you. His nose continues where his tongue once was, nudging and flicking your clit as he eats you out.

Your hands fly to his hair, pulling lightly and gently moving his face back and forth, hips grinding into him.

You were so close, you could feel the wave or orgasms crashing into the lower part of your belly and you were desperate to let it go.

“Bobby!” You exclaim. “I’m so fucking close! Oh my god!”

Bob continues his licking, the tip of his dick pressing into his pants at the sounds of your unraveling. He smiles into your pussy when you finally come, sweet and tang coating his lips and tongue.

He only stops when you pull his head away from you.

Standing, Bob grabs the back of your neck before kissing you deeply. The taste of you still on his tongue making you smile and immediately feel that pulsing between your legs again.

“Stand up, baby,” he says, voice gruff and sending shivers down your body.

“Yes, Lieutenant,” you smile.

Bob’s hand slapping your ass as he turns you around makes you giggle in delight. You knew exactly what you were doing. You only call him Lieutenant when you were feeling extra and right now…you were feeling it.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” He growls against your ear.

“Yes, sir,” you mutter.

He slaps your ass again, a yelp of delight coming from your lips.

“Louder,” he orders.

“Yes, sir!” You cry out.

Bob squats down, spreading your ass before licking your cunt and up your ass.

“Oh fuck!” You cry out.

Bob kisses up your back, one hand on your waist and the other undoing his pants. He lets you go to pull his pants clean down and stepping out of the pile.

His erect dick presses into your bum, making you moan and grind against it. Stopping you, Bob grabs your neck, kissing harshly.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” He moans in your ear. “That outfit gets me so fucking hard.”

“I feel it, sir,” you tell him.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Princess?” He asks, nibbling on the sensitive spot on your neck.

“Yes,” you breathe.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir!”

Bob lines himself to your entrance, careful to angle himself to a position that’s comfortable for you before starting to thrust into you.

You’re tight. Almost too tight, Bob has to think of something else to keep from coming inside you at that second.

As he thrusts, you clench around him, walls wet and soft around him—making him speed his pace and mutter a fuck.

He can feel just how deep he is, and he can’t help but pound into you harder. The thought of being able to get himself completely in your cunt makes his head swim in lustful damnation.

He pulls out, spinning you around before lifting you in his arms.

“What’re you do—”

You don’t have time to finish what you were going to say because Bob is sinking you down onto his cock, gliding you up and down as he bucks up into you.

“Oh my god,” you moan, squeezing your eyes shut.

“No,” he growls. “Open your eyes when I fuck you.”

You obey, eyes locking on his navy ones and mouth forming an ‘o’.

He smiles at you before moaning. “You look so pretty taking my cock in the air.”

You moan in response, unable to form words. He walks you to a wall, pressing your back into it and speeding his pace again.

“Fuck baby,” he mutters, eyes still on you. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Come on my face,” you tell him.

“Come on my face, sir.” He corrects.

You smile. “Come on my face, daddy.”

Holy shit. Bob was gonna combust right inside you if you keep looking at him like that.

Pulling himself out of you and setting you in the floor gently, Bob watches as you get you to knees, mouth open and eyes still on his.

Pumping the last bit of orgasm to the tip, he spills all over your face with a groan.

He watches as you use your fingers to push his come into your mouth, making a show to swallow before opening your mouth.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he tells you, grabbing your hair and kissing you deeply.

“I love you,” you tell him when he pulls away.

“I love you more, Princess.” He tells you, helping you to your feet before sweeping his arms under your legs and carrying you to y’all’s room. “Now, let’s shower so we can go for a round two.”

Wheeeew…something’s crying between my legs. What..?

Tag: @sweetwhispersofchaos @ginghampearlsnsweettea @caystar13star @shinycupcakebaker @sunsetsimpsblog

[queen-of-fanfics]

Stay Away From Him

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Prompt: Miguel is jealous of your closeness with Hobie and tells you to stay from him.

A/N: Well I have had too much free time at work and all I've been doing is writing. Kinda love it. Also, how did y'all like Across the Spider-Verse? I saw it four times in theaters, it's like a drug in my veins. Anywho I figured I wanted to do a fanfic in a world that I haven't done yet so here it is!

Part 2

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey, Peter!”

“Hey, Y/N”

“Oh hey, Peters.”

“Oi! Y/N!” Recognizing the accent, you look up in the air and see Hobie swinging his way over to you.

“Hobie! What are you doing here?!”

This was your second week working inside the Spider-Verse headquarters. You were the only person there who wasn’t some version of Spiderman. One day, Miguel O’Hara was in your universe for a job, bing bang boom, next thing you knew, he offered you a job. Your job here at headquarters was to act as his assistant of sorts. Help him with errands, help him on missions, and fetch him lunch because the poor man will work until he starves. That was exactly what you are doing now. You had finished locating the latest anomaly and went down to the cafeteria to grab him some empanadas.

Working at headquarters was like a living dream. So far, everyone seems to like you and you’ve already made friends. Hobie and Gwen welcomed you with open arms and the three of you became inseparable. During your time working with Miguel, you may have developed a little crush on your boss. You never told anyone about how your heart starts beating faster or how your breath gets shaky when he stands a little too close. Though, you never had to say because everyone could see it. And everyone warned you away from the infamous Miguel O’Hara.

“He’s not for you. He’s obsessed with his work and barely knows what having fun or being nice is. I doubt he even knows there’s a life outside of this place.” Gwen said one day during lunch.

“Who’s not for me? What are you talking about? I’m just here to work.” You shovel food into your mouth in an attempt to hide your face.

“Mmhmm, sure. You can deny it all you want but if you keep staring at him all weird like that, even he’s going to start to notice. Just trust me, you should just try to stay away from him. Which I guess isn’t possible since he’s your boss but you know what I mean.” 

“Though it does raise the question as to why he recruited her, don’t it?” Hobie chimes in. 

Hobie jumps on your back and it pulls you back to the present.

“I’m here for it! Whatchu think? I would willingly come here? Nah.”

“Actually! We just finished a mission so we just came to check in with Miguel.” Gwen swings down and lands right next to you. The three of you continue walking side by side down the hall to Miguel. Hobie throws his arm casually around your shoulder, keeping you close to his side.

You walk into the main room and see that Miguel is standing on his platform up in the air. There are a few people milling around the room, minding their business. People tend to hover around Miguel in case any missions come up or if he needs help.

“Miguel! I got you some empanadas!” You yell up at him.

He turns and barely glances over his shoulder at the three of you. He grunts and rolls his eyes in annoyance but his platform starts its slow descent. Gwen runs over to Jessica and they start talking. Hobie walks with you over to your little desk that sits on the ground floor …. like a regular person.

“So we still on for tonight?” Hobie asks.

“What’s tonight?” You turn and ask Hobie. You lean your butt against the desk to look up at him. He gets in close, places his hands against the desk on both sides of you, and cages you in with his arms.

“Whatchu mean what’s tonight? Did you forget already? Thought you and Gwen were staying in my place tonight!” Hobie teases you.

“Oh, Hobie! I forgot about that, I can’t come over.” Gwen yells over before she turns back to her conversation.

“Guess it’s just us then.” He mumbles and gives you a wink.

Before you could respond, Miguel’s voice booms through the large chamber.

“Y/N isn’t going anywhere tonight.” Looking over, you see that Miguel has lowered his platform as far as it could go and he is staring directly at the two of you with a deadly look on his face. All the conversations in the room died down and you could tell that everyone's eyes were looking between you and Miguel. Everyone treads carefully around Miguel … everyone except Hobie. 

“What? You keeping her hostage now?”

All of a sudden feeling nervous, unsure as to what put Miguel in a foul mood and not wanting to make it worse, you try to straighten up and stand in attention but Hobie isn’t moving. 

“We’ve got work to do here, Hobie. Unlike you, some of us have things we have to do.” Miguel crosses his arms and stares down at Hobie. 

“What work? We caught all the known anomalies already. Plus I was going to work on my bike, give it some more bells and whistles.” Jessica pipes up.

“There’s more work to do than just waiting around for things to happen.” 

“Then what do I gotta do, hmm?” Jessica sasses back to him.

“Nothing. I, uh, just want to do some surveillance. Never know ”

“And what Y/N got to do with it, then?” Hobie asks, giving Miguel a weird look.

“Y/N is my assistant. Y/N must assist me. And get off of her Hobie.”

“Right, but it don’t sound like there is any real work to do. I don’t see why Y/N gotta sit here and suffer being around you. And, uh, I’m actually quite comfortable where I am.”

“No no, I don’t mind. It’s my job. I can stay” You rush to say as you start pushing at Hobie’s shoulders. 

Hobie turned slowly to look at you without budging and you just stared up at him. “Move.” you mouth to Hobie with beseechment in your eyes. But all he does is smile at you and barely visibly shakes his head ‘No’. Eyes wide, you think to yourself, I’m not going to have a job after this. The room is still silent and no one speaks as the tension rises. 

“Everyone out!” Miguel booms, “Looks like no one wants to work anyways. It’s not as if we’re trying to save the entire universe or anything.” 

“Oh! Miguel, we wanted to check in about the-” Gwen is cut off when Miguel turns back around to his monitors and yells, “OUT!”

Everyone exchanges nervous looks around the room while they pick up their things. The whole time though, Hobie is looking down at you with a knowing smirk on his face. “What are you smiling about?” You hiss at him as you push him up so you can grab your bag and head out. 

“Oh just something I think you should find out for yourself. And you might soon.”

“Ugh, I’m going to kill you.” 

Hobie throws his arm around you and leads you out, “Yeah sure, but hey, looks like you can come over after all, aye?”

“Everyone except for Y/N!” You whirl around at the sudden sound but Miguel is still just looking at his monitors.

“Damn, looks like you’re going to find out real soon. See ya sweet cheeks.” Hobie gives you a wink and walks out with everyone else. 

You stood in the doorway waiting for Miguel’s instructions but after a few beats, you realized that he wasn’t going to turn around and talk to you. Slowly walking back to your desk, you couldn’t help but notice how the tension in the room did not leave along with everyone else. It still lay thick and heavy in the air. Taking off your bag and placing it on your desk, you turn around to face Miguel. You open your mouth to say something to break the silence but he cuts you off. 

“Come up here and help me look at this.” 

Your eyes grew wide and you hurried over to the dais. Your heartbeat started quickening with excitement, you have never been invited onto the platform before. Miguel looks down his nose at you with a disgusted look on his face as you struggle to even get your leg on the platform.

“Sorry, don’t got webs like y’all. Give me a second.”

You finally heave yourself up and flop over on your back, gulping down deep breaths of air. “You know, I’m starting to think I’m out of shape.” Figuring that it was time to actually get to work, you jump up to your feet and face the monitors.

“Alrighty, so what am I looking at?” All of the monitors were showing different videos of different universes. Some other monitors had new articles and alerts of potential disturbances. 

“Just, uh, keep an eye on some of the security cameras we have posted around. See if you catch any suspicious activity.”

“Were you expecting something to happen tonight? Did you get a tip?”

“No, just doing our due diligence to keep everything in line.” 

Your brows furrowed in confusion and you gave Miguel a side-eye look. This is what he’s keeping me here to do? To watch some cameras? 

The whole time he was talking to you and giving you instructions, he did not glance at you, just busily pressing buttons and typing something.

About 10 minutes went by in absolute silence with Miguel working and you … “working”. Getting bored and tired on your feet, you start leaning around the table and let out a sigh. Miguel looks at you over his shoulder but turns back to his work. Another 10 minutes go by before he asks, “So you and Hobie are friends?”

Surprised by the question and surprised he even spoke, you responded, “Yeah, I would like to think so. He’s nice, I like hanging out with him.”

“You two have gotten close?”

Getting confused by his line of questioning, you give him a weird look that he doesn’t see. “I mean, I don’t know about close. We hang out with Gwen too. It’s usually the three of us.”

A few silent beats fall between the two of you before he responds, “I didn’t know you were visiting different universes.”

“Hmm, I’m not really. Besides my own home universe, I’ve only just been to Hobie’s. I haven’t seen Gwen’s though not even she goes back there.” 

Again he doesn’t reply immediately and the comfortable silence continues. 

“I would advise you to stay away from Hobie. He could be a bad influence on you or something.” He mumbles so quietly that you almost didn’t catch it. 

“I’m sorry?” You asked, turning your body full to look at him now. 

“I said ‘you should stay’-”

“No, I know what you said. But I don’t understand why. What’s going on with you? Are you stressed about something? Do you not like Hobie? Because Hobie has been nothing but nice to me and he’s a friend. He keeps me safe even when I visit his universe.”

“And exactly how many times have you visited his universe, hmm? You two seem pretty comfortable flying across universes together.” It was his turn to turn and face you. Standing at his full height, the tops of your head barely came up to his collar bones. 

“I-I- … I don’t know. A few times I guess? 4? Maybe 5 times? But-”

“5 times?! You met him not even two weeks ago and you’ve already been hanging around him that much?” You were trying to explain to ease whatever caused his temper to rise. However, with every response you give, it only seems to anger him more. With every response, he is taking a step closer to you and walking you backward.

“I guess? But he’s my friend! And I’ve always been safe if that’s the issue. He keeps me safe. I know I’m not a Spider-Man like you but-” Miguel ignores your argument and cuts you off again.

“Right right and he keeps you safe which I am sure he is more than happy to do seeing as how he’s always getting up in your space. And what exactly do you do in his universe? You run around town like some hooligans and go back to your home universe when it’s late enough to be considered morning?”

“Ah- No, we hang out at his place and have dinner and stuff, I don’t know! And when it gets late I just stay over at his place!” 

“Stay over?! What? Like overnight? He’s got guest rooms now? He’s hosting house parties?” There’s sarcasm dripping in his words but your brain was running too fast to notice.

“N-No he doesn’t. He’s not. He just lets me use his bed when I’m too tired to go home and I’d just wake up the next morning to come here.” 

All of a sudden, he takes one last step forward and you take one step back but your backside hits the table. He drops his hands on either side of you, exactly like how Hobie had you pinned against your desk earlier but this is different. This feels different. The tension is palpable. With Hobie, it was friendly and playful. With Miguel … it feels like you’re getting hunted and just got caught.

“He what?” Miguel’s voice isn’t loud and angry anymore. No. It’s low and deadly. His question comes out always like a whisper as he leads in so close that your noses are practically touching.

“I don’t understand what’s happening. Hobie is just my friend. Why does this feel like it’s a problem?” You whisper. Miguel doesn’t reply. He simply stares at you with such intensity in his eyes, you’re surprised you didn’t evaporate. Suddenly, he’s looking at your lips. Acting almost instinctively, your tongue shoots out to wet your lips and his eyes immediately shoot back up to yours. There’s the intensity in his eyes again, only this time, it’s different. Definitely not anger.

Suddenly, an alarm from Miguel’s monitor goes off and the sound is thunderous in the silent chamber. 

After a few beats, Miguel drops his forehead on yours, closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath. The whole time, you never take your eyes off of him. Your heart is beating so fast and the blood is rushing in your ears. Very abruptly, he pushes off of the table and whirls around to the monitor. He turns off the alarm and starts typing away, completely ignoring you. Slowly pushing up from the table, you turn back to your own monitor and stare blankly at the empty alleyways and random buildings. 

Where there was comfortable silence before, now, the silence is deafening. 

“You should go home Y/N. I can finish this up on my own.”

Not sure of how to act or how to respond, you slowly climb down from the platform without saying a word and fetch your things.

“And I mean home, Y/N. To your home universe. To your own house. To your own bed.”

Looking back up the dais, Miguel is still facing his monitors, not even looking at you when he talks. Hitching your bag higher up on your shoulder, you respond, “Of course. Goodnight, Miguel. And … for what it’s worth … he always slept on the couch.” 

And with that, you take off running down the hall and teleport back home. 

[wordsaresimple-imnot]

smut ,Joe liebgot and the reader dry humping and slightly pleasing eachother in there foxhole in the cold

Body heat - Joe Liebgott x F!Reader

Anon, I loved this prompt! Thank you! I hope you enjoy it! ;)

Warnings: 18+ content sorta, dry humping, making-out, cursing, she/her pronouns, 1st person pov (female).

A/N: I have the biggest respect for the real life heroes of WWII (and all other wars, past & current), this work & all other works is based on the actor(s) and character(s) portrayed in the Band of Brothers series.

A/N pt 2: This was fun to write and I enjoyed the idea a lot! Hope y'all enjoy it! Please comment, like, reblog :) :)

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Another gust of wind lifts the tarp covering the top of our foxhole, blasting cold, wet air around us effectively stealing what little warmth we'd managed build up around ourselves.

"Goddamn it! When this is over, I never want to see the rain or snow ever again." I grumble, pulling the blanket tighter around myself, but it's damp and can only do so much.

"Quit bitching, you're ruining the mood." Liebgott smirks at the glare I shoot him.

"Fuck you." Any venom I have in my voice is lost as my teeth chatter.

"Would love to, but it's too cold." I see him shiver slightly.

"Glad to know that's the only reason." I roll my eyes.

"Course it is." He shoots me a wink and I feel a little bit of heat crawl up my neck and cheeks. Suddenly I'm thankful it's pitch black right now so he can't see my blush.

"Shut up." I mutter half heartedly, shoving his shoulder before attempting to get comfortable next to him. We are silent for a few minutes as, I assume, we try to get semi warm enough to doze a little until he speaks again.

"You know...sharing body heat is a great way to get warm." His voice is low but the words bounce around us on the wind. Again, I send a thank you to the universe that he can't see how flushed I am. I turn my head to tell him to shut up again and find his eyes already on me. The heat in his eyes has the words dying on my tongue.

"What?" Is all I can manage to get out, which I mentally kick myself for. Real smooth. His hand slips out from under his own blanket and grabs mine, tugging me towards him.

"Come here." He moves me around like I'm his own personal ragdoll, rearranging our blankets so one's over the top of our heads and shoulders and the other is around my back with the ends tucked behind him. The new position has be straddling his lap, our bodies centimeters away and our faces so close we are sharing each others breathes. I can feel his hands rubbing up and down my thighs, squeezing my hips every other time. My own arms are draped around his shoulders.

Joe nudges my nose with his. "Told you this would be warmer." All I can do is nod, making him smirk. "I don't know about you, but my lips are still cold."

At his words my eyes drop down to his lips and watch as his tongue runs over them, then look back to his eyes that haven't lost their heat. I make the split second decision to worry about the consequences and what-ifs at a later date and close the gap between us. He eagerly kisses me back, moving one hand to the back of my neck to hold my head where he wants it, while the other wraps around my waist to keep me flush against him.

Our tongues meet and we enjoy a long exploration of each others mouths; licking and sucking and nipping. After a particularly sharp bite on my bottom lip, I grind down onto his lap and then groan at the feel of his growing erection beneath me. I grind down again and this time Joe groans with me.

"Do it again, baby." He pleads against my lips. When I do he kisses me again to muffle the noises we make. I move one of my hands to grip his upper arm tightly to help my leverage and swivel my hips until I find the angle that gives us both the pleasure we need. Once I find that I set a hard pace that Joe eagerly lifts his hips to match.

Soon the cold around us is forgotten as we focus on keeping the other quiet and chasing the pleasure building inside us. Joe lets go of my neck and I feel both his hands grabbing my ass, using it to press me harder against him. My pace starts to become erratic.

"Fuck, I'm close Joe." Joe gives me a hard nip on my jawline and whispers in my ear.

"I got you, let go baby." My head turns to the side and I bite down hard on his shoulder, trying to hide my moan as much as possible. As I'm coming down from my high, I feel Joe's movements becoming more frantic. I turn my head away from his shoulder, nipping at the bit of flesh exposed on his neck and then his jawline.

Three thrusts later he stills beneath me, breathing heavily as he lets out curses and my name. We melt even more into each other, enjoying the post-orgasm bliss and warmth we created around us. Just as I'm drifting off, I feel Joe drop a kiss on the top of my head and my heart flutters.

But that's something to address at a later time.

[ameenvie]

Wildest Dreams - jamie tartt x keeley jones x fem!reader

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Word count: 4k Pairing: Jamie Tartt x Keeley Jones x fem!reader Warnings: nsfw, smut, minors DNI!, threesome, oral (both m and f receiving), dirty talk, dom!Keeley, switch!Jamie, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex Tags: smut Prompt/Summary: Kinktober day 5 - Threesome. You have a sex dream about Keeley and your boyfriend Jamie makes sure that your dreams come true. A/N: I'm sure Taylor Swift didn't write Wildest Dreams so I can title a smutfic after it but oh well! The premise might be super silly but this is what I came up with lol, but hey it's smut so it doesn't have to be logical at all times right? 😭 I hope y'all like it! Also I'm not sure what the rules are here but I'd like to finish the rest of the prompts even though it won't be October anymore. Is that legal? 😂 Have fun, and let me k now how you liked this one! ❤❤

Your eyes shot open, and you needed a second to take in your surroundings in the dark. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, and you let out a shaky breath as you looked over at your phone to check the time. It was a dream.

The small digits said 5:34 and you were relieved you still could catch a little sleep before actually having to wake up. You turned to your side and saw Jamie sleeping with his back towards you, so you scooched over to wrap your arm around his waist, spooning him. He felt so warm and as you were listening to his breathing, feeling his chest rising and falling steadily, you were asleep again in just mere seconds.

The morning sun peeked through the blinds when you woke up. You were laying on Jamie’s chest as he was slowly caressing your hair, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“Morning, love” he mused, and leaned down to kiss you. “Did you sleep well?” he asked with a smug smile on his face. You paid no mind to it.

“Yeah, it was alright. Do you want some breakfast?”

“Mm, are you on the menu?” he asked cheekily and you rolled your eyes at him. You were laughing as you got out of the bed and started your day.

You splashed some water on your face in the bathroom after you brushed your teeth absent-mindedly. You still couldn't get your dream out of your head, it loomed over you like a raincloud, spreading into every corner of your mind. The weather was exceptionally sunny, given that it was the middle of autumn in England. Maybe you could go for a walk on the countryside with Jamie – you thought as you prepared your favorite quick breakfast. You were so preoccupied you didn’t realize he entered the kitchen, only when he already stood behind you with his hands on your hips, pulling you flush against his chest. His mouth hovered against your ear, and you felt his breath on your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine as your breath hitched and heat rose in your belly.

“Stop, or I’ll mess up your food” you chuckled as he pressed a kiss on your neck. Truth was he drove you mad.

“Would be worth it” he replied and turned you around to face him. He was looking at you with a beaming smile, but didn’t say anything else. You were so in love with him.

“So” you started as you finished up the breakfast and moved to the dining table, “any plans for today?” You were very excited that you could finally spend the whole weekend together, without a match our excessive training. It’s not that Jamie’s job bothered you – hell, you were his biggest fan and supporter, but it was nice to spend some time together, just the two of you from time to time.

“I thought we could invite Keeley over” he said nonchalantly, which caused you to choke on your own spit.

“You what?” you asked, and you couldn't hide the shock in your tone, which you realized didn’t make any sense. Why couldn't he invite her over? She’s your friend. He cocked a brow at you and let out a small chuckle.

“Are you okay? That a problem?”

“No, no! Not at all, it just went to the wrong pipe, that’s all.” You scratched your throat to emphasize. “I’d love to have her, sure.”

A wide, almost Cheshire cat smile spread across his face and his eyes lit up. Honestly if you weren’t occupied by trying to act normal you would've definitely realized that he was acting weird. But you didn’t.

“Wicked! I’ll drop her a text. Should we get food?”

“Yeah, sure” you said, your mind still in an embarrassed haze. “Hey, Jamie?”

“Yes, love?”

“Shouldn't we invite Roy as well?” Jamie didn’t reply at first, he just chuckled.

“Maybe next time.” You nodded and finished your breakfast before the two of you went out to do some grocery shopping and planned dinner. The day went by pretty fast and agonizingly slow at the same time. You felt awkward, your nerves were restless, your mind running thousand miles a second. It’s so stupid, it’s just a dream! It’s normal for friends to have sex dreams about each other. It’s not like she knows. You must act natural.

The ring of the doorbell snapped you out of your thoughts.

“I’ll get it!” Jamie said and bolted towards the entrance of your shared home. You tried to calm your nerves as you braced yourself.

“Hey babes!” Keeley said in her usual singsong voice as she hugged you. You hugged her back and let out an awkward ’hi’. She chuckled before she looked at Jamie.

“Dinner is ready in a few seconds, take a seat!” you offered, and they sat down. Jamie opened a bottle of wine for you, but he didn’t drink. You served the dinner and after a bit of time and a glass of wine – your nerves finally calmed down. Jamie seemed very affectionate all evening, he touched you at every given occasion, ran his fingers on your thigh, kissed the top of your hand.

During dinner you laughed and talked a lot, Keeley shared funny stories about work, you reminisced about old times, it was a light-hearted, warm moment. But you couldn't help yourself catching glimpses of her lips from time to time, remembering the way they kissed you in your dream. Her fingers wrapped around the wine glass, reminding you how they curled inside you. You squeezed your thighs together and let out a shaky breath before you stood up abruptly, muttered a small ’excuse me’ and stormed off to the bathroom.

You splashed some water on your face before Jamie entered behind you.

“You alright, love?” he stood behind you just like he did in the morning, this time wrapping his arms around your chest, kissing your neck. You let out a shaky breath.

“Jamie, I-” you started, hesitating if you should even say anything. It was so silly. “I had a sex dream about Keeley last night.” you blurted out, squeezing your eyes shut. You felt Jamie smile into your neck.

“I know” the prick said. He said, ‘I know’. You spun around in his arm, a look of disbelief on your face.

“I’m sorry you what?” you scoffed. “I swear to God Jamie you’re such an asshole!”

“C’mon love, wait a second-” he started but you left him in the bathroom alone, your blood was boiling in your veins. You felt like you were made fun of. Mocked. By him of all people. You sighed before you went back to the kitchen, and you saw Keeley has moved to the couch.

“You want more wine?” you asked, and she nodded enthusiastically. You chuckled as you settled next to her and poured both of you some.

“Everything alright?” she asked, leaning against the back of the couch.

“Yeah, of course. All good.” You took a sip.

“You know you can tell me anything right?” she asked, but it was more of a rhetorical question. She didn’t need any answers, she knew them already. You trusted her with your whole life. She was sweet, funny, beautiful, loyal, and her eyes were looking so deep inside yours that for a second you thought the world stopped spinning before she leaned in and kissed you.

It was shy at first, unsure if the gesture was welcome. And for a second you weren’t sure either, shock paralyzed your body. But after a few seconds you set your glass down and kissed her back, planting both your hands on her face, pulling her closer. Her kiss deepened as she bit your lip before she smiled. Her hand wandered to your waist where she dug her nails into you before she pulled away for air. She looked into your eyes before her gaze locked onto something behind you, and when you turned you saw Jamie leaned against the door frame of the living room.

Blood froze in your veins as the situation just dawned on you.

“Jamie, I-” you started, but he chuckled as Keeley shushed you and turned your head back towards her.

“C’mon babes” she mused as she caressed your face with her thumb. “He was bit of a prick, wasn’t he?” She looked at Jamie who still didn’t move from the door frame, but she didn’t let you to turn around. She moved closer to you to trace her lips against your neck and ear. “Doesn’t he deserve to watch his mad fit girl get kissed by someone else?” She purred; her eyes locked on Jamie’s. His jaw clenched as he held back a moan. Your eyes shut; you tilted your head to give better access to Keeley. This whole situation was so unreal, you just let it take you wherever.

Her lips pressed slow, wet kisses on your neck as she moved to your jawline, then your ear.

“I want you to tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” she asked. “I’ll stop any second, okay babes? Promise me.”

“I- I promise” you whispered, and you heard Jamie’s shaky sigh from the background. You weren’t really aware of what was happening around you, but Keeley nodded for Jamie to move closer, so he settled in one of the armchairs.

She pressed her lips against yours once more, this time with more pressure, more passion. Her tongue grazed against your lower lip, asking for access which you so happily granted. Her tongue was in your mouth in a second, her tongue swirling around yours, dancing in a perfect rhythm. Her hand sneaked under your t-shirt, leaving light touches on your abdomen, moving up to your breast. She quickly unclasped your bra and squeezed your breast, which caused you to moan into her mouth. The reality of the situation still hasn’t dawned on you yet, as she ran her thumb across your nipple, toying with the hard bud.

“Do you want me to stop?” she whispered.

“No, God” you stuttered, and you involuntarily bucked your hips.

“Gosh, Jamie, is she always this needy? Aren’t you giving the poor thing what she needs?” she chuckled while looking at Jamie. You couldn't help but followed her gaze to your boyfriend, who just sat there, pupils blown wide, and had a massive blush on his cheeks. You weren’t sure if you ever saw him like this before, and you felt self-conscious but bold at the same time.

Keeley turned your body towards him and knelt behind you on the couch. You felt flustered keeping eye contact with Jamie.

She took the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it over your head before she slid the strap of your bra down your arms, exposing your chest completely. You noticed the massive tent in Jamie’s pants, and she did too. She started to slowly massage both your breasts and boy did she make a show out of it. She was squeezing and fondling them while she kissed your neck, biting down lightly. You closed your eyes and tilted your head to the side to give better access before she slowly swiped her thumb against your hard nipple.

“No touching yourself, babe” she mused and for a second you didn’t understand – your hands were gripping the couch next to you – but then you opened your eyes and saw Jamie squirming in the armchair. You moaned and you felt arousal pool in your underwear. “So greedy, isn’t he? Wants all the fun for himself” she smirked before she put her thumb in your mouth. You licked it and swirled your tongue around it before you started to suck it, making a real show out of it. Jamie’s grip tightened on the armrest as he looked at you.

“Fucking hell, love” he moaned, causing Keeley to chuckle. She pulled her finger out of your mouth before pressing it against your nipple, drawing lazy circles around it. The new sensation caused you to see stars. She took her own fingers into her mouth before she pushed them inside your pants and underwear. Your hips rolled against her fingers as you tilted your head back.

“Keeley” you whispered while slowly grinding against her fingers.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked but you shook your head quickly.

“No, please, please-“ you whined but she silenced you with a kiss before she looked over to Jamie and invited him over, and he was more than happy to do so. In a heartbeat he was kneeling in front of you, wrapping you up in a warm embrace as he stole you from Keeley for a moment. He kissed you with so much love and adoration that you felt your heart burst with love. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him flush against you, while Keeley drew slow circles on your back, not wanting to interrupt the moment.

“Jamie, I’m sorry-“ you started, but he shushed you and shook his head. He pressed his soft lips on yours as he licked into your mouth, his tongue grazing against yours.

“I love you” he whispered before he moved his hands to your hips and started to pull your pants down. He did it slowly, leaving soft kisses at every new inch of naked skin. In the meantime, Keeley took her blouse off and you felt her half-naked breasts press against your back as she moved her hands back to where they were before. Jamie reached to touch the wet patch on your underwear before Keeley brushed his hand away and clicked her tongue.

“No touching, pretty boy. Not yet” she smiled as she pushed her fingers through your folds. You arched your back and whimpered as she moved them excruciatingly slow. “Get rid of those, will ya’?”

Jamie didn’t need another word, he hooked his finger into your underwear and started to pull down slowly, revealing your dripping cunt in front of him.

“Good boy.” Keeley’s slender fingers were slowly caressing your folds, stopping just before they touched your clit, teasing you. When Jamie got your panties off, he threw them to the side and spread your thighs. He was practically drooling at the sight in front of him, and you felt exposed as you were laid out in front of them, completely naked while they were still very much clothed. Jamie looked up at Keeley, but she just smiled.

“Do you want a taste, pretty boy? Of this?” she asked as she spread your folds with her fingers before him. You were flustered as you felt your juices drip out of your pussy at her words. This whole scene was so obscene, but it drove you mad. You loved it. Jamie didn’t answer he just nodded. “Should we let him have a taste?” Keeley whispered in your ear while she pinched your nipple. “Do you want his tongue on you?”

You heard Jamie groan and you looked into his eyes. He looked like he wanted to devour you.

“Yes, I- please Keeley, Jamie-“ you struggled to put a proper sentence together, but it was good enough. She nodded and Jamie let out a relieved sigh before he blew some air onto your clit which caused you to roll your hips and whine out as he finally kissed your cunt. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer into him as he devoured you, lapping at your drenched entrance before he moved to kissing and sucking your clit.

You were a moaning and whimpering mess under their touches, which they loved. Keeley was kissing you and playing with your breasts while Jamie ate you out as a man with a mission. And his only mission was to please you. He moved his finger and teased it against your entrance before he pushed it in, quickly adding another one after. His tongue never left you and you started to feel overwhelmed – all these sensations made your head spin, and you felt a knot building in your belly as you rocked your hips against Jamie’s lips faster. Your grip on the couch tightened and it was almost painful, but you needed something to keep you grounded. The room was filled with the noise of your heavy breathing, moans, and skin rubbing against each other.

“Are you having fun, babes?” Keeley whispered in your ear between two kisses. You didn’t reply just nodded furiously, which she rewarded with a chuckle. “Look at her, Jamie, isn’t she gorgeous?”

Jamie’s eyes fluttered open as he looked up at you from between your thighs, and as you locked eyes you felt your body on fire, your orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Fuck, Jamie, I’m-“ you whined, your hand moving into his hair. “Please” you breathed out and he knew exactly how close you were. He moved all his attention to your clit while curling his fingers inside you just how he knew you loved, fucking you faster. You were grasping for air as you felt all your muscles tense before releasing completely, your orgasm washed over you, white overcome your vision as your toes curled, and your walls tightened around his fingers.

He moved his lips from you, planting soft kisses on your thighs as he helped you through your orgasm.

“Fucking hell, angel” he breathed, resting for a second. Once you regained a little of your composure, you pulled him up and made him sit next to you on the couch, between you and Keeley. The tent in his pants was massive and you almost felt sorry for him, so you decided to quickly ease his pain as you pulled his pants down. Keeley didn’t intervene, she just adored the two of you. Once you got his clothes off, his erection sprung free, and you already saw a few beads of precum leaking from it. You bit your lips before you leaned down and licked the tip of his dick. He hissed as he threw his head back, he was so sensitive after all the teasing.

You swiped a long lick against him before you got him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and slowly bobbing your head. Jamie was cursing under his breath, singing you praises.

“Fucking hell, love, so good. So good for me” he moaned as you licked and sucked his dick. You were lost in the sensation for a second before Keeley's voice snapped you out of it.

“May I?” she asked, and you looked up at her from under your lashes. Her hand was holding Jamie’s jaw, turning his head towards her. She wanted to kiss him. You didn’t remove your mouth from him, just nodded.

Keeley slowly planted her lips on Jamie’s, and he pushed himself deeper into your throat, causing tears to form in the corner of your eyes. You were so turned on you felt your body could combust into flames at any second. You couldn't help but peeked at them, and the sight was beautiful. Their kiss was passionate, all tongue and teeth while Jamie fucked your mouth. He held Keeley’s breast before he turned to you as they broke apart for air.

“Is this okay?” he started. “If not, I won’t touch her.” His eyes were honest, concerned and loving.

“I want you to make her feel good” you answered, and he moaned before you took him into your mouth again.

“I fucking love you.”

He kissed her again while he removed her bra before he took her nipple in his mouth, sucking on it harshly. Keeley threw her head back and moved her hand under your lips to wrap her fingers around Jamie where you couldn't take him anymore. You playfully licked her finger which caused her to chuckle.

Jamie grabbed your free hand and moved it to Keeley’s bare crotch. You weren’t sure if she removed her underwear when you weren’t looking or she just didn’t wear any, but it turned you on all the same.

“I want you to make her feel good” he said between heavy breaths. You moaned around his cock which caused him to twitch in your mouth. You swiped your thumb against Keeley's clit before you pushed a finger inside her. She was soaking wet. Her hand flinched at the sensation, and she spread her legs to give you better access. It was messy, you were all limbs tangled in each other, lost in the pleasure. But it also felt just right.

You quickened the pace of your finger as you felt Keeley ride you harder. Her breathing became shallow as she succumbed to the pleasure of your finger inside her and Jamie’s lips on her. With his free hand he grabbed your hair to still your movement, removing you from his dick.

“I want to fuck you first” he breathed, his chest rising and falling quickly. Your fingers never stilled inside Keeley, before she snapped, body freezing as she came all over your fingers. Jamie kissed her forehead as you helped her through her high, before pulling out your fingers. Jamie pulled you up before he kissed you and hugged you, while you held Kelley's hand.

“Was that alright?” you asked sheepishly, and as an answer she just laughed.

“Turn around” Jamie said, before he grabbed your waist and turned you to face away from him, straddling him. He sat up a bit and kissed the back of your neck. “Is this everything you dreamed of?” he mused before he kissed the sweet spot just under your ear.

“It’s more” you whispered as you felt him against your entrance. He smiled before he bit down onto your neck, and he slid inside you. The stretch was mind blowing, even after all this time.

“God, love. So good for me ain’t ya?” His head was buried against your neck as he held you against him. “So fucking tight.”

Keeley kneeled in front of you and kissed you before she started massaging your breasts again.

“You’re killing me” you moaned and rocked your hips harder against Jamie. In this position he hit your sweet spot with every thrust, driving you insane.

Keeley moved from your breast slowly to your abdomen, before she was face level with where Jamie entered you.

“Like the view?” he asked her with a smug tone, but he could barely keep it together.

“She’s so good, isn’t she?” she asked, and you felt yourself clench at the praise.

“Ah fuck, you like that don’t you angel?” His hips started to rock into you a little harder as he leaned against the back off the couch. “Such a good girl for us.” As if that wasn’t enough, Keeley dipped her head to lick your clit which caused you to flinch. She smirked before moving her head back down, this time licking both of you at the same time. Jamie’s fingers dug into your hips as he felt your pussy around him and her tongue on him at the same time.

She seemed to enjoy it just as much you did, making you squirm and whine under her tongue as she lapped at your cunt and Jamie’s dick at the same time.

“Keeley, fucking hell” he moaned, and your walls clenched around him. Your second orgasm started to build as you felt your muscles tense, ready to release at any second. “C’mon love, come with me” Jamie moaned into your ear as he bit your neck before pushing inside you harder. Keeley’s tongue circled around your clit in perfect rhythm before she sucked on it while she was caressing Jamie’s balls.

“Fuck, I can’t-“ he stuttered before his thrusts became erratic and he spilled his load inside you. The sensation pushed you over the edge and you came hard - walls crashing down as the coil snapped inside you and you came all around him. After a few sloppy thrusts Jamie pulled out of you and settled you and Keeley on the couch before he returned with some wet towels. He sat down next to you and embraced you.

The three of you were tangled on the couch, basking in the afterglow.

[nausikaaa]

Six Sentence Books Sunday

hello y'all! i've been having a busy week, trying to get all my christmas shopping done before December even begins, because otherwise i know the entire month will escape me and i'll wind up realising i've missed someone on christmas eve. despite my efforts, i still haven't got anything for my dad- usually he's the easy one to buy for, but this year i'm just stumped.

i'm also putting my billy goat Hadrian out with the girls (Juno, Daisy, Lucy and Mina) in just under a week, but Daisy was getting pushed around and picked on, so i separated her last week so she can put on a little weight and relax beforehand, because if she's stressed, she may not come into season. then it snowed. goats are herd animals, they prefer to have company, so i made sure she could see the others through the fence, but it turns out she is absolutely loving having her warm little hut to herself while the others all share the big shed, while Hadrian has a corner of the hay shed to himself, with wickets keeping him from the hay.

flattering photos of the handsome chap and damsel in distress before the snow hit:

sorry for the ramble. anyway! writing! well... i haven't been doing much lately, to be honest. when i'm in a writing slump, i like to read instead, and i view it as putting words in my brain so that it can make it's own words. it also helps me pick out things i do and don't want to emulate in my own writing. so instead of sentences, here are six books I read this year which i took something from:

We Solve Murders by Richard Osman, from which I am taking that it's okay to just use "said" instead of using a billion synonyms, as it blends in to the background and allows the story to flow more naturally. unless the way something is said is really relevant, it's better to show a character's feelings another way.

American Hippo by Sarah Gailey, which has such easy to follow yet engaging action and fight scenes, which I aspire to.

Home Fire by Kamila Shamsie, which had me sobbing inconsolably at the end. if a book prompts a physical reaction in me, that's an instant 5 stars. it's based on the ancient greek play Antigone, and though you don't need to know the play to enjoy the book, it really does deal an additional sucker punch to know how that story ends and yet hope so desperately the whole time: maybe it will turn out okay this time? a masterclass of foreshadowing and implication, somebody can literally die and it go unsaid, but you will know and it will destroy you.

Alcestis by Katherine Beutner. I hated this book. Plot? I barely know her. Consent? What's that? Resolution? Nah, pass. I learned what not to do from this garbage.

Percy Jackson: Wrath Of The Triple Goddess by Rick Riordan. I actually read both of the new pjo books that came out this year and honestly, they've shown me that sometimes a book can just be fun. There's no world ending drama, but still emotional moments and tension, and the whole story takes place over a matter of days. It doesn't have to be perfect, it can just be a good time.

The Amber Fury by Natalie Haynes. As somebody who writes a lot about grief, this book really helped with that by depicting it in such a raw and honest way, allowing the audience to connect with it even if they've never experienced the kind of loss the main character has. I do draw on my own experiences, but this helped me put it into words. It also shows how healing is always possible, no matter how severe the grief, so long as you have the right support system, something I am still muddling through.

an invitation to share some sentences or some books: @forabeatofadrum @cutestkilla @run-for-chamo-miles @roomwithanopenfire @prettygoododds @bookish-bogwitch @ic3-que3n @blackberrysummerblog @j-nipper-95 @youarenevertooold @larkral @that-disabled-princess @orange-peony @aristocratic-otter @thewholelemon @alexalexinii @confused-bi-queer @shrekgogurt @comesitintheclover @raenestee @hushed-chorus @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @noblecorgi @shemakesmeforget @ileadacharmedlife @supercutedinosaurs @artsyunderstudy @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 and @ninemagicks

[brotherwtf]

Buck and Bucky as murder husbands?

now murder husbands is a very tasty prompt lol

I'm thinking very Bonnie and Clyde, just doing all sorts of nasty shit together and immediately taking each other to bed bcs they can't keep their hands off of each other

Imagining they're hitmen or guys you hire when you want someone "dealt with", and they've become incredibly prolific

They live off of the thrill, love the feeling of the chase while they're being tailed by cops or if they're gonna get caught, they can't get enough of it

They met while they were both on a job, Gale had been hired to kill a target and John had been hired to kill the same target, which meant only one of them would get paid if they killed them

Of course this means them competing to see who gets to kill the target first; insert plenty of antics and shenanigans here, which of course results in them realizing they're crazy about each other

Gale just loves seeing John in his tight ass black shirt that he always wears while trailing a target, and John just goes crazy when he sees Gale in a similarly sinful outfit, all leather and tight and hugs his curves just right

Lots of teasing, John purposefully flexing his arms and thighs and Gale purposefully bending over to show his ass and hey they still have a job to do but they're too busy flirting to remember that

Eventually, they kill the target they're after, immediately ripping each others clothes off and having to stop themselves from fucking in a dead guys bed

After that, they become a formidable duo, anytime you want someone to be killed and killed quickly, you'd call Buck and Bucky

Just so incredibly stupid about each other even while they're working, John just shouting at Gale and yelling about how good he looks, calling him doll and darling while Gale is trying to actually kill someone

Gale would obviously flirt back in his own way, leaving lingering touches while he's helping John up onto the roof of a building, gripping his arms and leaving kisses on his cheek, biting his lip and smirking when Johns pants tighten when he's running

The sex is absolutely devious, they're so fucking crazy about each other and when they lived in an apartment their neighbors hated them, just doing it so loud and so much that it's honestly kinda stupid, just fucking all hours of the day when they're not working, god knows how they do it lmao

this one was fun it reminds me a little bit of my spy boyfriends but a little more gritty 😌 lmk if y'all have any hcs for this!!

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[scarletlizzard]

So apparently I hit 500 followers? Thank you to everyone who follows and has interacted with my fics!! 🥳

I thought this would be fun to celebrate? I have a list of random dialogue that y'all could pick from to send me. Ranges from everywhere to fluff, angst, NSFW, etc. And I'll write a little short something for it!

Feel free to pick a number or few to send or you could be specific with who you want or a specific trope or plot. Anything!

Thank y'all so much, made my whole day 💕

104 Dialogue Prompts

1. "Admit it... you're in love with me."

2. "We could get arrested for this."

3. "I thought you were dead."

4. "I've missed this."

5. "You could've died."

6. "Who did this to you?"

7. "I know, I know, I'm sorry... it'll be over soon, I promise."

8. "Come back to bed."

9. "How long has it been since you slept?"

10. "Tell me where you are, I'll come get you."

11. "I still love you."

12. "Such a good girl."

13. "Open your mouth for me, baby."

14. "We have to make this quick."

15. "Beg for it."

16. "Mommy?"

17. "You're in love with them. Aren't you?"

18. "It was you? This whole time?"

19. "You know, just cause you're older don't think for one second I'm not in charge."

20. "Smile at me like that again, I'll fall in love with you."

21. "... is that a trick question?"

22. "Don't just stand there, say something."

23. "Say that again, I dare you."

24. "Fuck you." "Right now?"

25. "I'm joking! Unless..."

26. "You take me so well."

27. "What do you mean I'm dead? I'm standing right here."

28. "Please, I'm begging you. Just hear me out."

29. "Oh fuck... I'm in love with (x)." "You're just now realizing that?"

30. "What if you didn't go? What if you stayed?"

31. "You like it rough, don't you, slut?"

32. "Flowers?"

33. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you."

34. "Fuck, marry, kill..."

35. "Truth or dare?"

36. "Since when did you ever care about me?"

37. "You think I wanted this to happen? You think I wanted to fall in love with you?"

38. "May I have this dance?"

39. "I know I'm the last person you want to see, but..."

40. "I'm done! I am done waiting for you."

41. "It's okay, you're okay, I'm here. I've got you."

42. "Touch her again and see what happens."

43. "Is that a hickey?"

44. "I'm fine, it's just a bruise..."

45. "I'm going to fucking kill them."

46. "Are you sure about this?"

47. "Why are you all sweaty?"

48. "You left! You left and you didn't even think to look back. What was I supposed to do?"

49. "Well... this is awkward."

50. "You know I've been flirting with you this whole time right?"

51. "They'll never love you the way I did."

52. "If you're trying to make me jealous, it's working."

53. "Wanna bet?"

54. "Just say that you want me and I'm yours."

55. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."

56. "Wait you've never kissed a girl?"

57. "Where did all this attitude come from, princess?"

58. "Take my hand."

59. "Can I have your number?"

60. "You're an idiot." "Well yes, you'll have to be more specific."

61. "Quick! Pretend to be my girlfriend?"

62. "Run away with me."

63. "Are you going to be a good girl for mommy?"

64. "That collar looks so good on your pretty neck."

65. "Too bad, you're going to take every last fucking inch of me."

66. "Do you ever think before speaking?"

67. "Count them for me."

68. "You snore."

69. "Let's try that position." (I know, I know)

70. "Bullshit! You're telling me you just don't blush?" "Nope, never."

71. "Just tell her how you feel." "I'd rather get shot again."

72. "Oh my god are you okay?" "Yeah I'm fine, I've been stabbed before."

73. "Daddy?"

74. "Can't we go back to how things used to be?"

75. "Save a horse ride a cowgirl, amiright?"

76. "I like you. A lot."

77. "Is that the best you can do?"

78. "I'll consider kissing you if you can beat me."

79. "Please, pull the trigger."

80. "I'm not drunk enough for this."

81. "You can't run away from this forever."

82. "I know you're having nightmares again."

83. "Would you like me to whisper it in your ear?"

84. "Stop looking at me like that."

85. "Somebody's cranky." "Somebody needs to shut the fuck up."

86. "Get on your knees."

87. "How stupid do you think I am? Don't answer that."

88. "I can't sleep."

89. "Just relax, let me make you feel good."

90. "Close the door."

91. "Was that supposed to hurt?"

92. "I've wanted this for so long."

93. "You can do better than that. Beg for it."

94. "Controlling? Oh I'll show you controlling."

95. "You drive me fucking crazy!"

96. "Nobody needs to know."

97. "Take another step and you'll be dead before you open your fucking mouth again."

98. "Do they always look like that?" "Just when (x) is around."

99. "I made you a playlist."

100. "I know you said you would die for me but I didn't think you meant that literally!"

101. "Is that... blood?" "Huh? Oh yeah! Oh I'm fine it's not mine."

102. "Why are you always looking at me like that?" "Like what?"

103. "Hero? Please. You heroes have to win every time. But being the villain? I only have to win once."

104. "You've changed." "You haven't."

[crappy-writings]

WIP and Ideas List

Main Masterlist | My Fics | Recced Fics

So, I have a few ideas, but don't know which ones to focus on. Figured I'd put it up for a vote. I've always been bad at summaries, but below are the concepts, let me know which ones y'all would be more interested in :D

Most of them are Marvel because apparently my Marvel brainrot never left

WIPs

Keeper of Shadows | Wanda Maximoff x Reader | Series

(Series) Summary: An odd series of fatal attacks in Upstate New York piques your interest, especially when they seem to be related to the strange powers you received when you were 10 years old. By some stroke of luck or misfortune, the Avengers too are investigating the case, and you are their number one suspect. In a temporary alliance, you work together to discover why people are dying, unraveling a line of love, secrets, and betrayal.

Masterlist link is here!

The Run and Go | Natasha Romanoff x Reader | Series

Summary: You, an ex-Red Room graduate turned mercenary, take up an assignment to retrieve some sensitive information from the Triskelion. You run into Natasha as you escape, much to your anger. You can’t seem to escape her after this first encounter as different circumstances force you to work together.

First part is here!

Those Were The Days | Monster Hunter!Natasha x Monster!Reader | Medieval Fantasy AU

Idea: Maybe they were a monster hunting duo and reader gets bit. Instead of telling Nat, they just disappear and Nat thinks the reader died. Few years later, Nat takes up a contract to kill a creature that’s been stalking a local town. Nat tracks them down and is about to kill the creature until she realizes who it is. Fic is placed in medieval-ish times. Unspoken feelings, some angst. [This was supposed to come out on Halloween but that didn’t pan out. There will be a vampire version and a werewolf version with 5 endings total].

Link to an early draft here!

Ideas/Prompts

Marvel

Little Bee | Hope Van DynexReader | Fluff Oneshot

Summary: Sparring with Hope was fun. Teasing her while doing it was even better.

Late Night Shots | Ronin!Clint Barton x Barton!Reader | Angst Oneshot

Summary: You mourn those who were lost to the Blip, including the ones who are still around. [Or Clint takes off shortly after the blip, leaving behind the only surviving Barton child, much to their anger and resentment.]

Sick Fic | Natasha Romanoff x Reader | Oneshot

Prompt: You're sick and don't want to tell Nat. She still finds out and takes care of you when you can't. It's kinda angsty, lowkey, but also really simple, and it's halfway written.

Pitfalls of Devotion | Natasha Romanoff x Reader | Miniseries maybe?

Prompt: Follow-up to "Orpheus and Eurydice." It's not fully thought out, but its sort of supposed to be a parallel to the myth, going after her, maybe in the soul stone somehow and trying to get her back? Maybe, probably, end in angst?

Night's First Star | Wanda Maximoff x Reader | Fluff Oneshot

Prompt: You were told that the first star in the night sky will grant you a wish but you have all you could ever wish for with her.

S.T.R.I.K.E. Out | Steve Rogers x Reader | Oneshot or Series

Prompt: A Captain America and the Winter soldier fic where the reader is a STRIKE agent that’s not in Hydra and is helping Cap out. The elevator scene is where the reader finds out everything is wrong and stays in the strike team to get more info. After the mall scene, the reader gets found out and is captured and lowkey tortured. Hydra send in the Winter soldier to get more info out of them but instead, he asks about Steve and why Steve knew him. The reader tells him about how they were best friends and stuff and bucky does the “he used to put newspapers in his shoes” but he’s horrified cuz he finds out his whole existence as a hydra “agent” is a lie. [Or basically a slow-burn reader insert of Captain America and the Winter Soldier]

Untitled | Avengers x Reader | Oneshot/Mini series

Summary: You've gone rogue, having left the Compound in the middle of the night and no one knows where you've gone. You return a few days later and call for a meeting despite the heavy injuries you have.

Untitled | Kate Bishop x Reader | Angst Series

Summary/Prompt: After Eleanor Bishop's mysterious death, Clint and Kate begin to investigate, finding ties to the not-dead King Pin himself. [Or a spy-thriller type fic where everything will go absolutely wrong]

Untitled | Matt Murdock x fem!Reader | One-Shot

Prompt: Matt, for all his skillsets, doesn't realize his next-door neighbor is also a vigilante. [Basically had a stupid idea of the reader coming in at around the same time as Matt to their apartments and the reader smells of blood and they are denying it by blaming her period or something, idk]

Untitled | Daisy Johnson x Reader | Mini-Series

Prompt: You, an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., have been on an undercover mission at a Hydra base, reporting on a secret project they have been working on. After one of your calls is intercepted and are made out, Daisy and the team work to get you back. [Basically the Whump troupe again, sorry, it's one of my favorites]

Prompt: Would love to write a spider-person!reader but have no idea what story I'd want to tell nor who to write it for.

Prompt: Would also love to do a choose-your own path type fic, but also have no idea what the story should be or who to write it for.

Star Wars

Prompt #1: Reader is a pilot squad leader. They lost their entire squad on their last mission and is, naturally, heartbroken. They have to write letters to their families and tell them that they’ll have no bodies to mourn. They’re taking it out on a space punching bag or somethin’ until they collapse and they scream. While trying to catch their breath, two hands reach from behind them, the hands feeling so familiar. The hands pull the reader back gently and the reader sinks into them and grip onto the person holding them. [Don't have an era nor a character in mind, tbh]

I'll take care of you. | ReyxReader | Oneshot

Summary: Rey gets hurt after a scavenging trip to one of the Star Destroyers deep in the Jakku desert. You promised to always take care of her.

Prompt #2: SW fic where reader was part of a shut down trial where they implemented chips similar to what happens to the clones in the prequels. Reader defected and joined the rebellion. The chip is somehow activated and reader starts attacking the rebels but is trying to fight the programming from within. [I was picturing either the originals or sequels era]

The Walking Dead

Prompt: Takes place during and/or after S3 ep7 and reader is working a lot harder cuz they feel guilty about what happened to Maggie? Idk, I started rewatching the show recently and was reminded of my huge crush on Maggie. Anyways, I'd like to write something zombie apocalypse but don't have any ideas, so.

Most of these ideas and prompts aren't fully thought out yet, but I'd work on them as I'd go. Anyways, thought I’d put these out there, so let me know what y’all think!

[hotchsofficialwifey]

Heyo, I'm about as new to requests as you are to writing fanfictions, so please also bear with me if I do this wrong xD Also, just write and don't say sorry, after all we should be thanking you for putting your content out there :3 Thanks for doing this! Looking forward to your stories :-) So for the prompts:

- Jonathan Crane date with scientist!reader (I'd be really interested in something completely different from Crane's interests, like computer science/math). Maybe they know each other from university and get in touch again when he works at Arkham and appears on the news or sth.

- Neil Lewis smut where the reader crushes a little too much on a character in a movie (👀) and Neil gets jealous.

- Jonathan Crane fluff/smut where the reader has a nightmare and Crane tries to comfort them while also being turned on by the fear? xD

hi! thanks so much for your request, sorry it took me so long to get to it. I'll try to do all of your requests but i'll start with the last one. thanks again, hope you enjoy!

summary: your sleeping over at your boyfriend Jonathan's house when you have a terrible nightmare. thankfully, he's there to help.

pairing: jonathan crane x fem!reader

warnings: light smut (jonathan's horny but nothing really happens, more smut to come later ;) ), fluff, descriptions of a bad dream (nothing too scary, dw), use of fear toxin, hurt/comfort,

You're sitting on a field, eating ice cream on a sunny day, and the drizzling rain doesn't deter you from enjoying your summer afternoon. The world is bright, fun, colorful, and at ease.

But it all passes as soon as it came. The drizzling rain turns into booming thunder, and it pours and pours like buckets. You run into a nearby store, soaking wet and praying for a safe place to wait out the storm. The sky is a nauseating shade of grey, you notice once in the safety of the store. Then, you see it. A shadow lurking in the walls with red piercing eyes. Your breath catches in your throat as you inch away from it.

It, however, lunges towards you, and initiates a chase. You're running through the pouring rain, heart pounding and screaming for help, but the world is empty. Silent. Under different circumstances, maybe even peaceful. You run faster and harder, wailing and begging for help, but when you turn around...it's gone! You sigh in relief, but hide behind a tree for safe-keeping. You wait a few moments, but the coast seems clear. As soon as you begin to walk back to the store, your snatched by a shadowy claw wrapped around your neck.

You wake with a jolt, gasping as your eyes shoot open. It was a dream, you think. Just a dream.

"You okay?" A gravely, half-asleep voice asks. You turn to see Jonathan's soft brown eyes, and your heart slows at the sight of him.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." You say, still slightly breathless. But upon remembering the dream, tears resurface in your eyes. " I just had a really fucked up dream." You say with a quivering voice.

"Oh, baby." Jonathan coos, wrapping his arms around you. "It's okay..." He murmurs. His voice is sweet as honey, but his mind is far from it. The tightening in his pants only grows as tears begin to stream down your face and land on his white shirt. He shifts uncomfortably, hoping you don't notice how flustered he is as his hand rubs your back carefully.

"Jonny?" Your sweet voice calls. "You okay?"

He nods quickly, trying to play it cool.

"Yeah..." he smiles. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just go back to sleep, sweetheart..." As you both lay back down, he quickly hides the can of fear toxin he used on you.

a/n: yay, first fic on here!! not my best work, but i wanted to write a little something because i feel like I kept y'all waiting for too long lol. hope this was okay, much more to come soon!

[thighzp]

RWRB Festive Fan Fest!

✨ 20th: Favourites of your own - time for self love!

Thank you @tailsbeth-writes for giving me a space to brag about myself! As I type this, I have no idea which fics I'm gonna end up dropping below, but please give them a read (or re-read) if they sound up your alley! Also, whether they're up your alley or not, I'm proud of everything I post - otherwise I wouldn't post it!

I've written a LOT of filth this year... Let's dive in

1. running from the daylight | 11.3k | rated E | vampire alex was a labor of love (read:hate), just kidding though. at 11k words, it's the longest fic I'd ever written (but will be dethroned very soon). it's silly and unserious, but also bloody and sexy.

literally the rest of these are from kinktober because I STILL can't believe I Did That.

2. is it casual now? | 2.9k | rated E | this is probably the first angsty fid I'd written, and it got even angstier than I'd initially intended. I had fun writing in canon (which is unlike me), and alternating POVs!

3. two things can be true | 3.3k | rated E | I won't spend too long on this, cause y'all know how I feel about taynick rpf. I just remember having so much fucking fun writing this deplorable filth (affectionate)

4. all my love to you, no one else will do | 1.9k | rated E | my heart still CLENCHES when I think about this fic. I'm so so so proud of it because I feel like the absolute love, adoration, and devotion pours out of alex & henry on their honeymoon

5. purely biology | 2.2k | rated E | this was fun to write because I kept having to remind myself the prompt was HATE SEX! not role play hate sex. not degradation kink (though I do slip that in wherever I can, obviously), but I wanted them to truly hate each other. I think I did okay? at least I left it open ended for all of us softies

6. pull a string for you to say anything | 3.4k | rated E | pure silliness. henry is a mannequin who comes to life one night while alex is closing up the sex shop. like, just purely ridiculous and it was very fun to write

7. first time for everything | 5.2k | rated E | this felt like a challenge to me because I was determined to write virgin alex, which I like, never do. technically he was only a virgin when it comes to having sex with a man, but I digress. pornstar henry is a delicious minx in this (no pun intended), and I think he treated alex's first time with the exact amount of care it deserved

*honorable mention to a quick little junora fic I posted, they need more love and it was my first time writing wlw... I felt many feelings while writing this one: (the things I do) when I picture you | 1.4k | rated E |

@onthewaytosomewhere already posted her favorites from this year, so check out her post!

[dreamties]

Various! Horror Reacting to their S/O Sleeping W/ Stuffed Animals

A/n- Let me know what character's I should do for the prompt next :D

Inspired by a previous headcanon set I did! If you want to read some quick ones for Billy/Stu, Brahms & Michael -> click here

T/W for some mild language + mentions of torture !! <3

This set includes: The Sinclair Brothers, Randy Meeks + Sidney Prescott

Taglist: @strawberry-moonpies —> let me know if you’d like to be added or removed from this list <3

Sinclair Brothers

None of them really mind <33 except Bo, he's a totaly stinker abt it >:(

Bo finds it weird and he lets you know that. he is literally the lamest partner when it comes to this . . . don't let his negativity bog you down tho, hun!! his brothers are far kinder on it, you don't need Bo's stupid reaction <3333

having said all that about Bo . . . there is some redemption for him!! when he starts noticing you acting funny or a little down around him, he realizes it's his doing and he has a lot of guilt & regret about how he acted.

he'll get you a plainer looking doll, or get Vin's help to sew something up for ya. He leaves it on your side of the bed and doesn't say a word about it . . . neither should you. Be appreciative of what he did, just don't tell him that. He'll just pretend he had nothing to do with it, and get all flustered.

Bo might be kind of a dick to you about it, but if anyone that's NOT him does it?? if someone's passing by and they think they just get free range on the language they use?? oh, hell no!

he has a few tricks up his sleeves, I promise <3 (these may, or may not, include more torturous methods when dealing with guests . . .)

Lester thinks it's mighty sweet!! an' he ain't got much to judge, he knows he's a lil weird. he don't mind ur weirdness tho <33

creativity seems to run in the family, cause sometimes he'll take the animals off the road 'n he likes to skin em and make lil furs out of em. not so much taxidermy . . . he ain't got the patience for that

and i bet he would ADORE to make ya a lil somethin from those critters <3

what's better than seeing your lover all safe and cozy, cuddled up with somethin-- than when that somethin is one of your own creations??

yeah ... nothings really better than that, huh? <3

Vincent's not one to judge on such a small thing. he's spent so much time feeling like the odd one out, for mannerisms and facial deformities . . . and you're so sweet and kind hun . . .

he'd hate to upset ya, especially over something so insignificant.

it brightens his day seeing you down in his studio space with him, while you happily watch him work, while holding a floppy-eared fuzzy pal close to ur arms <333

Randy Meeks

he thinks it's a little silly but mostly endearing <3

he won't poke fun at you . . . unlike certain Scream boys (cough cough Billy n Stu... cough cough)

randy loves doing little voice impressions, and my favorite concept is him playing around with ur stuffies and making them say silly things. or sometimes, since he's a bit of a romantic, but also awkward n nerdy he'd make them say things like "i love you" <3

Sidney Prescott

Tatum still has a ton of stuffies from when she was a kid, and some of her current faves are definitely ones that Stu have gotten for her

Sidney doesn't really sleep w/ any of her stuffies, but she does keep them out on her bed sometimes or on her dresser as like, decoration.

long story short -> she honestly gets it! sleeping with a stuffy is nice, and she wants you to sleep well <3 there is nothing wrong with ur stuffies <333

after the ghostface attacks!! she tends to be more closed off to other people, sort of weary, and isn't always good with contact/touch. the two of y'all's favorite way to sleep is in the same bed, next to each other, but cuddled up with ur comfort buddies instead of holding each other :'3

[jaime-brienne-fic-exchange]

Your enthusiasm continues to surprise and delight us!

For the fourth year, y'all wanted to close out the year with some lovely gifts to fellow fans. It’s a low-key, inclusive exchange meant to celebrate our favourite knights! All fanworks are welcomed (and encouraged!)–art, fic, fanvids, any creative endevour!

Already convinced? Sign up here!

Need more information? Read on!

Important Dates

Signups: November 23rd - November 30th Assignments out: December 1st Posting Window: December 21st - January 1st Stocking Stuffer Prompts Released: December 21st

Rules

This is a low stress exchange, and the rules are simple:

1. You create one (1) fanwork, and receive one (1) fanwork. 2. If you can't complete your gift on time, please let us know as soon as you do! Life happens, but the sooner we know the easier it is to deal with. 3. For recipients: no specific, detailed scenario prompts, only a list of general likes/tropes/vibes and your squicks and triggers. For gifters, we encourage you to sleuth out any questions for your prompter yourself (anonymous tumblr asks are a great option!). If you cannot, reach out to us and we'll do our best to get back to you. 4. Have fun! This is a short period exchange, meant to round out the year with a little extra joy. You don't need to paint the Mona Lisa or write the next Westerosi novel, we promise.

FAQ

1. Who can participate? Anyone! Artists, writers, vidders, poets, interpretive dancers are all welcome! 2. What do I need to do? When you sign up, you’ll provide three general ideas of what you like--tropes, vibes, nothing too specific!--for your creator to work from. Once sign ups close, you’ll be assigned someone and you’ll need to create a fanwork for them based off the information they provided. It could be a short fic, a piece of art, a poem, a vid, an interpretive dance, whatever you like! There is no minimum requirements, but as a rough guideline, think of it as something that would brighten your day if you received it. 3. When do sign-ups open? Signups run from November 23rd to November 30th. It's a short signup period, so make sure you don't miss it! 4. What if I can't finish something in time? Please send us an email at jbficexchange@gmail.com to let me know and we'll do what we can to either let your recipient know you'll be a little late, or organise someone else to backfill. 5. Does my fanwork have to be festive themed? Definitely not. You'll just be publishing it, or posting it, or uploading it in between December 21st and January 1st. 6. Will my prompts be private? No, they will be released to everyone on the 21st to allow for the Stocking Stuffers. This will be open for anyone to contribute to, not just the people who participate in the main exchange. 7. When is the posting window again? Between December 21 and January 1.

Important Notes:

You must have an AO3 account to participate. If you do not have an AO3 account, you can either request one via the AO3 website or email us at jbficexchange@gmail.com

If you have any questions, please email us at jbficexchange@gmail.com. This will be a tight turnaround for signups–about a week–so get in quick if you’re interested!

Signups close end of day November 30th!

[ellie-24]

That's alright

A little something based on this prompt:

"Do you mind? I came here to get away from other people."

Word count: 2.6 k

Thanks @whositmcwhatsit for the amazing idea and thanks @thatbanditqueen for the first awesome prompt!!! It was really fun writing this!! Ofc it had to be about Elvis, I can't help myself lol. I'm extited to see what y'all came up with!

@be-my-ally @vintageshanny @missmaywemeetagain @from-memphis-with-love

Shreveport, October 16 1954

She took a shuddering breath and smoothed down the wrinkles in her dress when she saw the familiar auditorium from across the street. Her fingers trembled when she reached up to pin back a single blonde curl that had espaced her fancy updo. It had come loose on the walk here, though it can hardly be described as a walk. It was more like a run and she was in fact a bit out of breath as she stood on the sidewalk, trying to gather her wits again. Next to her was a big glass window and she turned towards it, inspecting herself. The pastel pink sunday dress she wore under her white coat was the prettiest she owned and combined with the now fixed updo her mother had helped her with, she felt truly beautiful. With a look of concentration on her usually very soft features she leaned forward and carefully pinched her cheeks and lips. Proper rouge and lipstick weren't allowed in the house, so this would have to do for now. Her best friend at school proposed to lend her some of the makeup she secretly owned, but she wasn't as bold as her. No, she wouldn't do such a vulgar thing.

She pulled her coat tighter over her body, the fresh autumn wind making her shiver. But the funny feeling in her stomach certainly wasn't caused by the dropping temperatures. Her mind drifted to the boy from school. The boy with the brown eyes she had fancied for a very long time now. The funny feeling in her stomach got more intense as she remembered how he asked her earlier this week if she would accompany him to the Hayride. Stunned wasn't enough to describe what she felt in that moment. Snippets of the conversation remain, like when she hastily agreed and ran away, but the rest was a blur. He wanted to meet her in front of the auditorium, but she couldn't spot him among the crowd that had already gathered at the entrance. She looked down at the delicate gold watch around her wrist. She was almost half an hour early. She huffed a breath, her nerves threatening to get the better of her and she decided to walk around the building, eager to get rid of some of this nervous energy as well as some silence.

As she rounded the building to escape the loud chatter of the people in the crowd she eventually reached a door that was certainly the back entrance to the auditorium. She bit her lip and looked around, no one else was to be seen. Pacing around didn't help much either, the clicking of her low heels on the pavement suddenly too loud in her ears. She eyed the stairs at the entrance and walked up to them. She reached down to feel if they were dry and promptly sat down, her knee jiggling up and down. Just when she considered getting up and pacing around again the door behind her openened and a very strange looking young man stormed out, descending the stairs so fast that she quickly scooted over and winced, afraid he'd either run her over or fall onto her.

"Oh, excuse me! Almost didn't see you there." he exclaimed when he passed her, now standing in front of her. His voice had a nice ring to it and it felt almost familiar.

She squinted up to him, taking in his very peculiar appearance, too stunned to answer. His greased back hair was the darkest raven black she's ever seen. One single curl rested between his furrowed eyebows and she fought the urge to reach out and put it back in it's place. He slowly blinked at her with deep set, ocean blue eyes, his dark and long eyelashes fluttering over his cheek. Upon closer inspection she noticed that he must be wearing kohl, making his eyes even more expressive. The pink suit he wore was a stark contrast, almost matching her own dress and she was sure she's never seen someone like him before. It was strangely appealing.

She shook her head and finally managed to get herself together again. "Oh, that's alright. I don't know what I'm doing sitting on the stairs." she muttered, a flustered laugh escaping her. She leaned forward to get up, but he stopped her.

"Nah, you're good. Actually, do you mind?" he gestured to the spot next to her with a trembling hand. "I-I came here to get away from o-other people." His eyes nervously flickered towards the door he just stormed out of.

She hesitantly nodded at him and he plopped down beside her. "That's something we have in common." she remarked with a sigh.

He turned to her and smiled, his lip curling charmingly. "That so?"

She looked down with a half smile and picked at her nails, his gaze making her even more nervous.

"Where'd you even come from?" she asked and turned her head, gesturing behind her.

"Uh.. you know, I'm a singer. Or, I try to at least. Got a gig here tonight. E-Everybody is going crazy in there, so I needed to get some air."

"Really? You aren't pulling my leg now are you?"

"I wish I were, sweetie. It's really a big thing." he said and nervously combed back some of his hair with his hand, reminding her of her own self barely five minutes earlier in that glass window. She carefully eyed him, not sure if he wanted her to reassure him or distract him.

"You must be exited!" she offered with a smile.

"I sure am." he agreed and his knee started to bounce up and down as well, matching hers. He rubbed his palm along his thigh, trying to force it to be still.

She leaned back, wanting to appear casual. "Standing there on that stage all by yourself. You're very brave."

He huffed a laugh. "Thank god I'm not alone, sweetie. I'm with my band." he nodded, as if reassuring himself.

Her eyebrows raised in surprise. "A band, I'm impressed. Do I know anything from you?" she encouraged.

"Uh I don't know... What's up with you? You a singer as well? You look like it." he inquired, quickly changing the topic of the conversation.

"Good god, no. I'm uh... hiding." she muttered timidly, her face scrunching up in embarassment.

"What's a pretty gal like you hiding from?" he smirked, his finger gently brushing over her cheek.

His boldness shocked her, but drew her in at the same time. "Oh, nothing really. It's silly." she waved away.

"You can tell me anything, sweetie. I'm dying to know." he insisted and leaned forward, way closer than it was proper. She spotted a few acne scars on his face and neck, but she found they didn't affect her impression that he was breathtakingly beautiful.

She took a deep breath. "I just... I'm meeting up with this boy from school here. Uhm, you probably don't care about this."

"This your first real date, sweetie?" he assumed while raising one eyebrow.

"...Yes." she admitted.

His lip curled again and she felt her heart rate pick up. "You don't hafta worry about nothing. That guy is one lucky fella."

She looked down, inspecting her nails again. "I'm just scared that I don't know what to do. I don't want to make a fool out of myself."

"How old are you?" he inquired suddenly.

"Sixteen."

"Cute."

"You?"

"Nineteen."

She nodded. "Mhm.. so uhm... you do that often? Dating I mean." she tried to as sound nonchalant as possible and carefully avoided his gaze.

He smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Why do you wanna know?"

"Do you... you know..." she trailed off, not daring to say it out loud.

"Have you ever been kissed, sweetie?" he asked, searching her eyes.

She slowly shook her head.

He licked his lips, the motion making her swallow hard, before giving her a stern look. "You know, the first kiss is something real special."

She nodded and waited for him to continue.

"I remember my first kiss, it was clumsy and I didn't really know what to do. Made me feel like an idiot." he mused, carefully watching her reaction from the corner of his eye.

She nibbled at her bottom lip, unaware of his unwavering gaze. He seemed to know what he was talking about. Seemed more... experienced. And she did catch herself wondering if his lips would feel as soft and plush as they looked.

"Could you... I mean would you... uh that's sounds mad, but would you show me?" She was aware that she didn't know him and probably would never see him again, but it was exactly that that made it feel right. The adrenaline and exitement she felt right now was different, it would be her secret, shared with this handsome stranger. No one would have to know, she wouldn't even tell her best friend.

"What do you want me to show you, sweetie?" he frowned and she wasn't sure if he was actually confused or just a really good actor.

"You know... how to... kiss someone." she managed to get out, her cheeks flushed.

"You want me to show you?"

"Only if you want to of course." she mumbled, getting the impression that he didn't want to kiss her. Did he maybe think she was crazy?

"No, no, sweetie. I-I'd like that. But are ya really sure?"

She felt her heartbeat pick up once more. "I am."

He grinned and snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She couldn't stop the little gasp that escaped her when she felt his strong hands pressing into her flesh and looked up, their noses now almost touching.

"Don't be scared, little one." he spoke in a soft tone.

"I'm not." she merely whispered, not trusting her own voice right now.

"I'll be gentle with ya. Just close your eyes."

She tried to control the butterflies she felt in her stomach, tried to ignore the tremor in her whole body and tried to remember how to actually breathe. She eventually closed her eyes and waited, not daring to move one inch. He came closer, she could feel his hot breath ghosting along her lips and squeezed her eyes shut.

Finally his velvety mouth brushed over hers and for a moment she was too stunned to respond. She briefly tought about the boy from school and asked herself if his lips would be as soft as the ones from the raven haired stranger next to her. There was no denying that it felt good to be that close to him and after a few seconds, her cheeks burning, she started to kiss him back by tentitavely moving her lips against his. She felt him smiling against her and added more pressure. All of the sudden she felt a bit dizzy, not in the way she felt when she went on a carousel, but in a different, forbidden way. She didn't recall ever feeling something like this, something so consuming and dare she say... addicting. After what felt like hours, or seconds, she wasn't quite sure, she pulled away from his mouth. There was a tightness in her chest and after being parted from him her mind started functioning again, telling her to breathe. She took a deep breath and looked into his twinkling eyes, his grin almost looking a bit smug. For a moment they just stared at each other until he broke the silence.

"Lordy, that was beautiful, sweetie." he murmured and pressed his forehead against hers.

"You really think so?" she smiled, a bit dazed still.

He bit his lip and smirked at her. "Yeah. Ya got the cutest, softest little lips ever." It felt flattering to hear this from him. He obviously knew what he was doing and she looked down with a bashful smile, suddenly feeling very special.

"...B-But there's something else I'd like to show you i-if you want." he stuttered, his eyes almost pleading. How could she say no?

"S-sure."

He closed the gap between them again so fast she almost had no time to react. When she kissed him back, a bit more confident this time he did something she didn't expect. All of the sudden she felt his soft tongue prodding against her closed mouth and her eyes shot open, not really sure if it was supposed to be like that or not. But he didn't stop, in fact he got more insistant and soon she felt his tongue gliding past her lips into her mouth. He made a little sound in the back of his throat when she slowly touched the tip of his tongue with hers and tightened his grip on her waist, holding onto her like a lifeline. Despite still not really knowing what she was doing he seemed to like it. A lot. He continued exploring her mouth, his kissing becoming faster and more sloppier, teeth clanking and muffled breathing. When they broke apart again it was his turn to look a bit dazed, his eyes half lidded, his breathing heavy.

"...That felt really... good. I won't ever forget this." she whispered with a wide grin.

Elvis suddenly felt exhilerated and brave enough to go on stage, his nervousness now replaced with another feeling. For the one thing on his mind now was this pretty girl thinking of him whenever she kissed another. She was his now, wether she was yet aware of it or not. He pulled her even closer to him. "Me neither, little. You're really something." he stated softly with a tender kiss to her cheek, entirely different from the one they'd just shared. It was sweet, gentle and she felt her heart flutter wildly in her ribcage in response.

"...I should get going." she whispered suddenly and moved away from him, making him shudder.

"D-Do you have to?" he asked with big eyes as he fiddled around with his hands.

"Yes!" she laughed. "And you should go back as well. We both have places to be." She thought back to those brown eyes probably waiting for her by now. She also wondered if they could pierce like the intense blue ones observing her right now.

He hummed with a little pout.

"... And if you're really a singer, I suppose we'll see each other in a few minutes anyway."

"You'll see me, sweetie. I won't see you." he argued, looking at her through his dark lashes.

She sighed and squeezed his hand with an encouraging smile. "I suppose that's true... I really wish you good luck though. I'll certainly cheer you on."

How he wanted to wish her good luck as well with her endeavour. But he couldn't. He didn't wish her good luck. Not really. "I'll count on you, sweetie." he managed to get out, thankfully she didn't notice that his teeth were clenched.

She smiled and jumped up from the stairs in a very unladylike manner, the motion causing that infuriating curl to come undone again from her updo. She huffed in annoyance and reached up with a grimace, attempting to pin it back in place blindly.

He couldn't stop the little smile forming at her antics. "Sweetie, leave it like that. It looks so pretty on ya." he then suddenly interjected after watching her for a few seconds, making her stop in her tracks.

She blinked at him. "...Are you sure? It doesn't look rude?" she asked without thinking, suddenly worried she might have offended him as she eyed the single lock that had come loose from his perfect pompadour. He never fixed it.

He shook his head, decidedly. "Nah, fits you more like this, little one. You're a real stunner, I'll tell ya."

She felt her cheeks warming up again. "Oh well, okay, if you say so. Thank you so much!" she grinned and turned on her heel making her way back towards the main entrance to meet her date.

"That's alright!" he shouted after her with a smile. That's where it suddenly hit her like a ton of bricks. Why his voice seemed familiar. It was the same voice she heard again and again on the radio for the last few weeks.

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[hb-writes]

Update re: Requests/ WIPS

Hi y'all! I'm changing the way I do requests. Unless otherwise specified, they'll be open anytime with the caveat that I'm a human being with real thoughts, feelings, opinions, and responsibilities, meaning that I may not have the interest/ ability/ motivation/ time to write everything received, and requests may take an exorbitant amount of time (think, literal years) to be written because that's just how it is. 🥲

Please just indicate in some way that the ask is a request. Sometimes people send a string of dialogue or a random quote with no other info attached and I’m not quite sure what it’s supposed to be for.

Fandoms I currently write for/ would write for: A Discovery of Witches, Bridgerton, Daredevil, The Family Stone, Fifty Shades, The Haunting of Hill House/ Bly Manor, Marvel, One Tree Hill, Peaky Blinders, The Punisher, Sherlock, Suits, Supernatural, True Blood, Twilight, The Vampire Diaries, White Collar, ACOTAR, Throne of Glass Series

Upcoming:

Comfy-vember 2024

I'm including a list below the cut of everything I have on my request radar and will try to update as new requests are received (I usually only respond to the ask once I complete/ post the request)—updated as of Dec 12, 2024.

Masterlist

Pending Requests:

Peaky Blinders:

Part 2 to Gestures of fairness? Where perhaps Tommy is doing something which warrants Clara to utilize her ‘discovery’. For some reason I’m imagining tipsy, fun Tommy for this, with the other brothers there too, just a sweet family moment in the garrison or the house or something, before everything goes to shit

46 and 32 from the parental writing prompts with Tommy saying them! I just want some soft Tommy with a very scared Clara (note: this one is already written, but is actually going to be included in an upcoming chapter of LLB).

Part 2 for pretty in pink

For an angst one shot could you please do one where clara and grace has a huge fight and it ends up with clara wanting to leave the arrow house but tommy doesn't allow her and it will be a situation where he has to choose between clara and grace

could you write something about tommy and clara having an argument?

clara having huge fight with her family or getting into trouble and getting hurt something along the way

one shot with tommy and clara like a huge fight and fallout.

One-shot where Clara is a teenager and gets called into Tommy’s office to be scolded and she gets punished and it evolves into an angsty fight between Tommy and Clara but with comfort in the end? Like maybe she really pushed his buttons, he’s decided to punish her, she gets upset, they fight, she runs up to his room, he comes up and they talk it out and hugs in the end?

Suits:

Reader is married to Harvey and is also a lawyer and maybe during a big important case the reader gets shot in the middle of court and Harvey has to try to keep her alive and begs her to not leave him and their new little Boy at home. But thankfully the reader survives! 💗

"That's why I didn't tell you in the first place. I knew you'd react like this.", for Charlie and Harvey

Darvey? but like with charlie? maybe they're having a date at home or something & charlie promised to hide away in her room all evening but she goes out of her way to purposefully ruin it (why? for the giggles ofc, & because she loves messing with her big brother)

teenage charlie and Harvey notices she hasn’t really been eating breakfast or dinner with him as often and it turns out that she was upset about what someone said to her

Maybe if Charlie is so stressed Harvey has to intervene bc she stopped eating and sleeping? & High school ? “ Charlotte just because you’re 16 doesn’t mean I won’t goddamn spoon feed you if I have to. Don’t test me on this. This is not a battle you will win little one (or little sister).”

Charlie: "Marcus said I was his favourite."

Can I request a Charlie specter where she gets caught at home with a boy like she skipped school or something and Harvey catches them together!?

teenage charlie (14-15) and mike and harvey are going to meet a client and they catch her skipping school on the street! not really like in a angsty way yk like in a funny way if that makes sense?

I would love one where she has a boyfriend and protective Harvey

something where Charlie has a really bad day and just bypasses Donna and runs into Harvey’s office? Maybe when she’s still adjusting to her new school or high school or something?

Twilight:

"I'm very lucky to know you." For twilight

“I didn’t know they were drugs!” and “Oh my god, it’s so pretty!” With Twilight?

“I prefer not to be disturbed.” & “I don’t feel like it today.” For Twilight

mia cullen in eclipse when she and jacob finally meet again

some sort of part two for drifting (but it can also be a new ff) where Mia maybe has depression or a depressed phase (maybe because the family is drifting apart like in your last Carlisle fan fiction) And Carlisle and/or Esme help her through (maybe she dosen’t even has the energy to brush her hair or get out of bed)

Mia drank Alcohol and used marijuana in new moon

Mia Cullen just doing stupid stuff and (accidentally) pushing Carlisle to his limits, like he’s not angry but more like because it’s stupid?

A moment when one of the Cullens got Really Mad at Mia and screamed at her.

The story behind Mia getting her nose pierced.

Mia talking in her sleep.

Fifty Shades:

Elliot & Emma : "You can't lie to me. I can tell when you're lying."

One Tree Hill:

“All I wanted was your honesty.”

The Punisher:

“Something is wrong.” & “Get down on the floor!” For The Punisher

Sherlock:

"Can you shut up for once in your life?" Watson sister with Sherlock? Perhaps during the season 3 premiere where John is kidnapped and they try to think of a way to save him.

Bridgerton:

None

The Family Stone:

None

Marvel:

None

Supernatural:

None

True Blood:

None

White Collar:

None

A Discovery of Witches:

None

[amazingmsme]

You're The Mouse

AN: I was having a hard time wondering just what I wanted to do for the chase prompt, and then I met Distortion Michael & the rest is history! This was an absolute blast of a fic to write, definitely one of the longer ones you'll see this month. I already miss Tim a lot so he gets a nice lil spotlight too. Posting this at 2am because I'm excited & the one time I did that it blew up. Hope y'all enjoy day 6!

It had been a long, tiring day with some rather harrowing statements he had to hear and record himself. His back ached from hunching over the desk for hours without a good break, and he felt tired down to his bones. Even his eyes felt tired, burning from the strain of staring at small font and lack of blinking. He couldn't wait to get home and crash in the couch. It was only Wednesday, which for him didn't bode well for the rest of the week.

He should've noticed the static. That fuzzy ringing in his ears that started out quiet, only to grow in intensity. If his mind wasn't so frazzled, he would've noticed that's not his usual office door.

A chill ran down his spine when he stepped through the doorway and found himself deep in the tunnels.

"Oh God," he muttered to himself, backing up and turning to run, but it was too late. The door was gone, and he ran straight into Michael's arms. Though he didn't remain there for long.

He screamed and started trashing, managing to elbow him in the stomach and stomp on his foot. Temporarily hurt, he recoiled enough for his grip to slip so Jon could free himself. He whipped around to face him once he felt there was a suitable distance between them. Although with Michael, he wasn't sure there even was such a thing.

"What the hell do you want now?" he growled, hands gripping the strap of his messenger bag tightly. Michael let out an echoing, disorienting chuckle.

"Oh archivist, I simply want some fun."

That was quite possible one of the worst things he could've said, at least in Jon's opinion. Because when Michael had fun, people usually ended up dead or insane, or in a cruel twist of fate, both.

"Maybe you should pick up a hobby, like drawing or golfing, or literally anything that involves leaving all of us alone," he suggested, though it felt more like a plea once it left his tongue. Michael let out a shrill giggle.

"You just don't get it, do you?" he asked with a tilt of his head. His wide smile was unnerving. "You're my favorite little toy."

Jonathan's face scrunched up in disgust as he looked him up and down, clearly not amused by his statement.

"Oh get your mind out of the gutter archivist, I didn't mean it like that," he scolded. "It's more like... when you were a child and you'd build fantastic cities out of blocks just so you could watch their destruction at your own hands." He took a step closer. "I'm just looking for a bit of fun amidst the chaos."

His held his hand out in front of him, reaching for Jon. His eyes widened in fear, stumbling backwards. Michael's hand distorted and stretched before his very eyes, long fingers growing in the darkness of the tunnels. Jon was already halfway down the hall.

Michael loved the thrill of the chase. He loved hearing the rapid thud of a racing heart, the panicked gasps for air as they ran for an escape. They were all the same, really, if he thought about it. Just a mindless chase through endless, winding halls that always ended victoriously. (For him, at least.)

Jon was frantic. Why now, of all days? He was so ready to walk through his front door, kick off his shoes and enjoy a nice hot frozen meal on his couch. It really was the least he could ask for, and yet, he couldn't even have that. The only saving grace was the fact that he was in the archive tunnels instead of whatever weird pocket dimension the Distortion liked to trap people in. His lungs ached as his feet pounded against the hard, dirt floor, eyes searching through the dark for something, anything to register with him and give him a clue as to his whereabouts, but it all looked the same.

"Joooon, come out come out wherever you are!" the voice was shrill and empty, the words hollowed out and stuffed to the brim with static. It echoed through the tunnels, and Jon couldn't tell where it came from, but the echo made it sound so fucking close and that sent him into a panic.

He ran ahead, ducking in a small alcove to catch his breath. He felt like he'd put a sufficient distance between them to be safe enough to do so. He gulped down air until the burn in his lungs subsided. He raised two fingers to his neck, checking his racing pulse and willed himself to calm down. Every reaction was just giving Michael exactly what he wants.

He needed to conserve his energy, move slower to remain quiet and keep his wits about him. He was pretty sure he had his bearings now, which was a plus. But if he really was where he thought he was, then they were deep in the underground maze. It took the better part of 30 minutes to even get to this point in the tunnels!

At least he knew where he was, he told himself, forcing himself to focus on the bright side of things. He walked at a brisk pace, a borderline jog really. He wanted to get out of here quickly, but he didn't want to give Michael the satisfaction of causing him to panic.

"Believe it or not, I don't want to hurt you, archivist. I simply want to have some simple, haaarmless funnn together, ehehehehehe!" His voice went shrill and warbly and distorted towards the end of his unnerving giggle so much that it became almost inaudible. And fuck, if it didn't make Jon run.

Could you blame him though? There was no way that- that thing actually meant what it said. It was absolutely going to hurt him. And it was probably going to do so in the most terrible ways imaginable.

Jon hated the deep, guttural scream that ripped from his throat when he rounded a corner and came face to face with the blonde monster.

His feet scrambled on the packed dirt and he was already turning around, but arms that were too long wrapped around him from behind, dragging him back as they retracted to a more normal length. He was screaming and kicking the air, arms fighting to free themselves.

"Shh shh shhhh, would you relax? What part of I don't want to hurt you did you not understand?" he chastised, holding a single finger to Jon's lips to quiet him. He went silent out of shock more than actual compliance.

"I don't trust you as far as I can throw you. Now what do you really want?" Jon demanded, mustering enough confidence to glare him down. Michael just laughed.

"Like I said, I'm just looking for some fun. You humans aren't the only ones who get bored you know," he said condescendingly. Jon remained silent.

"I tend to- peak in, from time to time, just to see how my favorite sheeple are holding up," he mused, causing Jon to visibly cringe and roll his eyes.

"Good to know there's actual reason behind always feeling like I'm being watched," he grumbled.

"Oh no, I'm not the only one, but trust me, I'm your favorite."

"Quite the opposite."

"Well, I will be your favorite," he winked and giggled to himself. "But last week, I noticed you playing with your friends. You looked soooo happy then... I'd like to make you happy like that too, Jon."

What a nice sentiment from such a not nice entity, not to mention he had no clue what he was talking about. "Bullshit, you don't want to make me happy, you want to ruin my life!" he snapped, still continuing his struggle.

"Oh, but can't I do both? Life ruining is such a long process, and I'd really like to hear that laugh in person."

Realization dawned on him the same time terror wracked his body, body going stiff and eyes bugging out. Michael cocked his head, that unnaturally large smile forming into a curious pout.

"Why archivist, if I didn't know better I'd say you look frightened," he cooed. "There's no need for that. You didn't have that look when Martin snuck up on you in the break room," he pointed out.

"You keep his name out your fucking mouth," Jon growled, and in a moment he was pressing into the Distortion's space. He had grabbed him by the shirt collar and jerked him so hard his neck snapped at the momentum, their noses almost touching. A few flecks of spit even landed on Michael's cheek from the force of Jon's rage. It genuinely took him aback before a wicked grin took over.

"Your boy toy's off limits, lesson learned."

"He's not my-" Jon cut himself off, seeing no use in arguing with him. His eyes were closed and he pressed a free hand to his temple. "Look. You said you wanted your sick fun, but all you've done since capturing me is talk. I'm a smart man, I know I can't escape this. But I'm fucking tired, and I just wanna go home, so the sooner you shut up and get on with it, the better."

There was a beat of silence, and then a shit eating grin followed by, "If you wanted me to tickle you already, you could've just said so."

"No, I want to go home you assho-" Jon cut off his own rambling mid sentence as Michael started fluttering his fingers over his sides, prompting him to clamp his mouth shut. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm doing this so I can hear that cute, funny laugh of yours archivist! The longer you hold out the longer I have to tickle tickle tickle you!" his taunt echoed off the walls. Jon flushed and hid his face in his hands.

"Y-you're sohoho fucking weheheird!" His voice pitched higher towards the end of his sentence when Michael tweaked his sides before drilling in his thumb. He tossed his head back with a discordant cackle of his own, seemingly amused by the response.

"Is that really the best insult you can come up with? How adorably pathetic!" he cooed, reaching around with his other hand to knead his belly. Jon writhed in his grip, snickering and squealing with no way to escape.

"Shut up or Ihihi'll- nohoho wahahait!" the threat died on his tongue, melting into frantic giggles. He kicked his feet in the air and gently shoved at the offending tickly hands, but to no avail. He slumped in his hold, leaning back over his arm and covered his face with his hands.

"Oh? And what exactly am I waiting for?" Michael asked, cocking his head. The way he was so calm while picking Jon apart made it all the more maddening. Those long, spindly fingers were able to work their way into every tickle spot they could find, and it was perhaps the most horrendous thing he's ever felt in his life.

"I-Ihihi dohon't knohohow!" he whined, yelping when Michael pinched and prodded at his soft tummy. "Just shuhut up!"

"Hm, I don't think I will. Especially if it gets you all worked up like that," he taunted. Ironically, he started tracing a large spiral over his stomach, closing in on his bellybutton. Jon snorted, covering his face with one hand while trying to push Michael away with the other.

"Ohoho you've gotta behehe johoking," Jon groaned through his giddy laughter, rolling his eyes.

"What? It's my signature, I simply have to," he said casually, closing in on the center of his stomach. Jon's deep chuckles morphed until they were high pitched and bubbly. He was blushing like a fool behind his hand, shrieking and wiggling in Michael's arms all the while.

~~~

Tim had the worst luck. He had been halfway home when he realized he'd not only left his wallet, but his keys as well, at the institute. He backtracked, grumbling to himself the whole time.

He hated nothing more than being alone in the archives. It was bad enough being there during the day surrounded by people, but at night when those endless halls and rooms were empty? It might as well be straight out of a horror game.

He was trying to get to his office as fast as possible, but slowed as he neared Jon's office. The light was off, and he couldn't hear talking, sure, but the door was left open. Jon never left his door open.  The sight filled Tim with dread.

"Boss? You still here?" he called out, but received no answer. He walked to the door and peeked inside, greeted only by a dark and empty room.

Maybe he just forgot to shut the door when he left, he tried to reason with himself. But none of them were that lucky, especially not Jon. Still, he went back to retrieve his things and be on his way.

Execpt that's when he heard it.

Muffled screaming. Coming from below.

Tim froze, unsure if what he was hearing was true. He bent down, putting his ear to the floor and listened.

He could just make it out.

"Please, no, have mercyyyyy!"

That was someone pleading for their life. That was Jon pleading for his life... He raced to the trapped doors.

He had the sickening feeling that he'd walk in on Elias standing over Jon's body, having killed him deep within the tunnels just as he did Gertrude. Well not today.

He descended into the tunnels, pausing when he heard frantic, hysterical screams echoing down the halls, but he could swear it sounded like... laughter. And now that he was within the tunnels, he could hear that it was undeniably Jon's.

Just what the hell was going on?

~~~

Jon knew he was going to die here, in these godforsaken tunnels. He had no way of stopping this, and Michael proved to be just as relentless now as he's ever been. And those long fucking fingers of his were absolute torture. Just one hand was big enough to vibrate over his entire stomach and still wrap around to dig  into his sides and scribble at the base of his spine. Jon was effectively in hysterics, shrieking and giggling with no end in sight.

He should hate this. Should hate that it was Michael of all people doing this to him, but an overwhelming part of him was relieved that he wasn't subjected to legitimate torture. A more foolish part of him thought that maybe Michael was warming up to them: that maybe he wasn't so downright malicious after all.

And then he felt sharp nails scratching behind both his ears, and that thought was gone as soon as it had arrived. If he hadn't been cackling so loud, perhaps they would've heard Tim calling out for Jon, telling him to just hold on, he'll be right there.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?"

If Jon hadn't been so preoccupied, he'd have jumped and shrieked in fright, though he was shrieking for an entirely different reason at the moment. Michael on the other hand, did startle, having been caught red handed. He almost seemed embarrassed, and dropped him like a sack of potatoes. Jon landed flat on his back, the breath being knocked out of his already breathless lungs. Tim was frozen in place, taking in the scene. He was knocked out of his daze when he saw Jon hit the ground, and he immediately rushed over to help him up.

Jon was gasping and wheezing, face red and hair messy, but he still had that rare, genuine smile on his face.

"Sorry you had to see that, I had thought the archives was empty," Michael said in lieu of an explanation.

"Yeah, it was. Good thing I had to come back," Tim snapped. Michael rolled his eyes.

"Oh please, he's perfectly fine. I didn't harm a single hair on his head."

"You fucking dropped me!"

Michael let out a shrill chuckle. "And that was a complete accident! But you can't really blame me for wanting to have my own fun with you. Especially after everyone else made it look like so much fun."

"Hey, you stay away from him! Only we're allowed to torture Jon like that!" Tim scolded weakly, but it was all he could think to say. Which just made him feel stupid when Michael continued to laugh at them.

"Oh, so you're the only ones who can toy with the archivist, is that it?" he asked tauntingly, cocking his head. Tim opens his mouth to answer, but stops short. Jon is sitting curled in a ball, hiding his face in his knees.

"No, you've got it wrong. We do it because we care about him, and want him to be happy, even if it's short lived. You do it for your own sick kicks!" Tim accused. Jon's head snapped up when he admitted their reasoning for why they always seem to tickle him out of the blue. It brought a shy smile to his face as he recovered from the ordeal.

"... Well that's a rude assumption. I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about."

Tim snorted, "My point exactly." They were all quiet, the three of them engaged in a bit of a stalemate. "Aren't you going to show yourself the door?" he boldly prompted. Jon choked on his own spit in shock.

Michael's smile widened. "You know, I wasn't quite finished yet. And I'd hate for you to feel left out," he playfully threatened, and his limbs stretched ever so slightly as he spoke. Tim took a step back, eyes wide. Jon was just now making to stand, and pointed at him sternly.

"No." He stood up and dusted himself off, glasses askew on his face. He straightened them and cleared his throat. "Haven't you had enough? You leave him, and everyone else alone." And just because he knows better than to trust Michael, added, "That includes me too."

"I'll think about it. It'd be easier if you weren't so fun to tickle. Isn't that right Tim?" Michael asked, even winking at the pair. Jon blushed and turned away, and Tim failed to fight back a smile.

"Heh. Right." He shook himself out of it, glaring at Michael as he stood by Jon protectively. "B-but you just mind your business."

"Ha! Unlikely, diet archivist."

"Hey!" Tim snapped at the insulted and Jon stifled an amused  snicker. He was just about to give him a piece of his mind when Michael opened a door that hadn't been there a second ago, standing in the doorway.

"Until we meet again," he waved at them, closing the door behind him, leaving them stunned and alone.

Now that Michael was gone, Tim turned to Jon with a teasing smirk. "You okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'll be fine. I'm honestly... more confused than anything." Tim barked out a laugh and patted his shoulder.

"You and me both."

They began their trek out of the tunnels, walking side by side quietly until Tim broke the silence.

"So, what's it like being tickled senseless by the Distortion?" he asked in a teasing tone. Jon flushed and shot a glare his way, but he had that happy, sheepish grin plastered on his fast, just like every other time they wrecked him.

"Oh, should I have let you find out for yourself?" Jon quipped to mask his own embarrassment.

Tim looked down with a faint blush. "Fair point." A beat, and then, "You know we have to tell the others, right?"

Jon choked on his own spit, and Tim stopped walking to give him a moment. He looked at him expectantly, while Jon looked at him with a floored look.

"Are you joking?" he asked.

"As much as I wish I were, no." The shit eating grin on his face said otherwise. "You heard what that thing said. We're all fair game in his eyes." Jon gave a noncommittal hum. "They deserve a bit of a warning, don't you think?" It was true, but he didn't have to be so damn smug about it.

"Yes," Jon begrudgingly agreed through a growl.

"Think it might be best if you made a statement. You know, so we have an accurate account for the record."

Jon groaned and hid behind his hair. "I would literally rather die." Tim barked out a laugh and threw an arm over his shoulders.

"Always with the dramatics! So you're saying you'd rather tell them in person? Look them in the eyes and admit how I saved you-"

"Don't-"

"From the big bad ti-"

Jon didn't think he'd ever been so embarrassed. "Stop!"

"The big bad tickle monster named Michael!" Tim rushed out in one breath, laughing at the flustered squeak he made as he marched ahead. It took him no time at all to catch up, thanks to his long legs. "Oh come on, you know it's funny!"

Jon huffed, unable to hide his lingering smile. "Only because it wasn't you, asshole."

They continued their playful banter back and forth, unaware of the tape recorder that had appeared in Jon's pocket the moment he entered the tunnels, listening in and capturing every word.

~~~

Tim was relieved when he made it back home, slipping his key in the door and stepping inside. Strange, how he didn't seem to notice the change from handle to doorknob.

His eyes flew open when he was met with the sight of an endless, shifting corridor. He felt sick. A chill ran down his spine, his ears were ringing, his head filled with static and he stumbled in an attempt to get his bearings. There was a sinking feeling in his gut, and he felt so trapped.

Michael walked out from the nothingness, grin much too wide for his face. Tim hugged his arms to his body and stepped back, fighting an involuntary smile tugging at his lips.

"Y-you stay back! I'll fuck you up!" Tim cried, bravely putting his hands up, balled into fists and ready to swing. Michael laughed, and it was a sound that unsettled Tim to his very core. He held his hands up, and Tim couldn't help but flinch at the movement.

"Believe it or not, I'm not here to torture you. I'll save that for a rainy day," he added, chuckling at his own joke. Tim lowered his arms, staring at him skeptically.

"Okaaaay. So what the hell are you doing in my home?"

"But I brought you to my home," he corrected, and that wide grin turned just a tad condescending. Tim narrowed his eyes and set his jaw.

"Yeah, through my front door!" he argued before sighing in defeat, pinching the bride of his nose. "So what do you want?"

"I wanted to give you something." Tim perked up, looking at him in shock. He jumped and yelped when Michael was standing right in front of him. He held out the tape recorder.

"A little... souvenir from earlier. I doubt Sasha and Martin will believe you without proof." He placed the tape in Tim's hand, leaving him dumbstruck. "And I really have a hard time believing Jon will corroborate your story, don't you?"

Tim didn't know what to say. "Um... thank you?"

Michael winked at him. "You're welcome." And because he couldn't help himself, he skittered his fingers over his belly. Tim jerked back with a surprised laugh, a blush and a growing look of fear on his face.

"Relax. Like I said, rainy day."

He gave him a small wave and opened a door off to the side and left. Everything melted into his flat, and he was safe in the middle of his living room.

~~~

Jon walked into work the next day as if it were any other, eager to forget the events of last night. He went to the break room for a cup of coffee to start the day and walked in to see Sasha, Martin, and of course, Tim, huddled around a tape recorder. They all wore a look of concern. Well, except for Tim.

"What're you listening to?" he asked. Sasha and Martin jumped out of their skin when they heard his voice, whipping around to meet him. They looked rather guilty, but more concerning, they looked worried.

The next thing he knew, Martin was hugging him.

"I'm sorry, what's-" A voice on the tape interrupts him.

"Joooon, come out come out wherever you are!"

"I-I'm so sorry, we left you here alone, and Tim said Michael got you and-"

"Did he now?" he asked, cocking his head.

"Now Jon, is that any way to speak to your knight in shining armor?"

"Oh please, you're not my bloody knight." He spoke over the sound of his own erratic breathing and feet pounding against hard packed dirt.

"Were you even gonna tell us Michael attacked you?" Sasha asked, brows furrowed with worry. "Because I really doubt it."

Jon floundered for an answer, face going red. "Um- it- look, it really wasn't as serious as Tim undoubtedly made it seem." He glanced up at his smiling face and said, "Would he really be grinning like that if it was?"

Of course, as soon as they looked at him, he schooled his features into a serious expression, but they each caught a glimpse of a fading smirk.

"Okay what's... what's happening right now?" Martin asked, looking between the two.

"You wanna tell them yourself Jon? Or uh, let the tape do the talking for you?" he asked, holding up the tape.

"Shh shh shhhh, would you relax? What part of I don't want to hurt you did you not understand?"

"I don't trust you as far as I can throw you. Now what do you really want?"

Jon refused to meet his friends' gaze as he spoke over his previous conversation. "Look, I'm fine. He didn't hurt me, didn't psychologically scar me, the only thing damaged was my pride."

The tape played on in the background as Jon tried to explain himself. Michael's endless talk of having fun did nothing to calm Sasha and Martin's nerves for past-Jon. "I-I don't really know why he t- uuh, did what he did, but he seemed almost... friendly isn't exactly the word I'd use, maybe tame? Toned down?" That was about the time Michael mentioned the rest of them, and how they all "played" with Jon. A hesitant smile ghosted over Sasha's lips as she thought she knew what he was hinting at, and judging by Jon's reaction, she might be right, but there was just no way... Was there?

"Jon, did Michael-"

"Yes," he cut her off before she could finish the sentence. "Yeah, he uh, said you all made it look like fun, so he decided to try it out," he said, staring at the faded break room carpet.

"Wait, so it's our fault?" Martin asked, and Jon immediately felt guilty for saying it like that.

"No! God no, you guys are just trying to make me loosen up. Michael's just... morbidly curious."

"Right," Tim agreed, suddenly more serious. "He uh, told me he was waiting for a rainy day. So obviously, he has his sights set on all of us. Which is... unnerving to say the least." He locked eyes with Jon, a soft smile on his face. "So I'm not just doing this to fuck with you. But that is an excellent perk!" Jon couldn't help but chuckle. "But I thought everyone deserved a bit of a heads up. And maybe ease some worry while I'm at it." "Where'd you even get this?" Jon asked, pointing at the recorder just as his own bubbly giggles  started pouring out.

"Michael gave it to me."

"Very funny." When Tim's expression didn't change, his jaw dropped, "You're serious."

"Where else would I have gotten it from?"

"Fair point."

A loud shriek followed by shrill cackling and snorts emitted from the tape. All heads snapped over to look at him with amused grins and fond expressions.

"Right. Well, I lived through this once already. No need to stick around for a second time," he said, cheeks burning from embarrassment. He paused in the door. "I'm never gonna hear the end of this, am I?"

"Not likely."

"Nope!"

"Absolutely not."

He gave a curt nod, lips pursed together. "Thought so."