#ankle monitor AU

[dysco-lymonade]

Ankle monitor clexa for kissing prompt 2 please 😊

“You taste like my new addiction.” Lexa feels more than hears Clarke murmur into the crook of her neck.

Lexa barely holds back a snort. “Oh, come on. You can do better than that.”

Clarke continues peppering kisses up Lexa’s neck, across her jaw, and finally latches back onto her lips. “I’m a thief, and I’m here to steal your heart.”

Lexa chuckles into the kiss. It’s the perfect kind of kiss, grins knocking against each other, more tasting smiles than tongues. “Clarke, you’re so sweet you’re giving me a toothache.”

“Did you just drink a Coke? You’re soda-licious.” This one earns Clarke a full blown giggle while Lexa pulls her down fully onto the bed.

“I’ll show you delicious.”

[abovesn4kes]

More 1999 AU Content

[appallinnballin]

au where Sarv is the new president of the homeowners association and she personally makes a visit to longtime homeowner Ruv who breaks all the rules and finds out hes on house arrest

[cloudysarts]

hi hi I LOVE GLASSES BILL

Mabel and Soos would totally help him pick out frames if he wasn’t locked up in the theraprism. WELL. If he isn’t out to kill them I mean 😭 Silly powerless guy sent back to Gravity Falls and is taken in like a sad mangy feral cat AUs my beloveds

HI THANK YOU!!!!! 🫶🫶 ALSO AUGH SO TRUE

mabel would absolutely be down for helping him pick frammess not that it matters bc she is covering all the not-glass parts of it with encouraging stickers immediately. bill does not like them <3

[endrimer]

hes such a loser (i love hihm)

i hc that!!! every demon has quirky horns ala homestuck. some of them have different colors though.

jodie's horns r blue probably

i think its more of a personality thing than a genetic thing, but also taylor with blue horns is funny i should do that. he thinks theyre gonna be red but they arent which is LAME!!!!! so he paints over them to look cooler

glenn's horns are red. idk about morgan honestly

nick's horns are blue but if you cut into them theyre red. idk i think that woud be cool

hermie's are purple. scam likely genes. i think his horns would be a swirly shape.

all the horns start out as little nubs!!!! they only get bigger and quirkier when demon puberty hits. your personality and self is basically more developed by then so the shape and color r like. more defined. do you get me. it’s like a cutie mark but for demons which is very funny to me. im unsruer if hermie 2 would have the same horns but i think it would be funny if they were slightly different. or the same. who knowzs.

[dontthinkwedontnoticeyou]

I have 0 writing skills, but my brain keeps tossing concepts at me. Sometimes these ideas get pretty complex, but they’re never quite complete. So, I guess I’ll just throw this out there as the lamest form of fanfiction ever created? (If anyone wants to adopt this concept—go for it, you have my blessing, for I will never expand it further!)

~*~

Concept:

This is a The Raven Cycle/Dreamer Trilogy Alternate Universe (AU) with no magic. The characters are aged up, and while they all knew each other in school and were once close (in many different ways), life has drifted them apart. The story takes place mostly in Washington, D.C.

Characters & Plot(holes):

Adam Parrish works in the District Attorney's office, involved in a high-profile case against Colin Greenmantle, a notorious criminal mastermind. Greenmantle’s been involved in drug trafficking, forgery, blackmail, and more, but Adam can’t nail him—there’s no solid proof. It’s driving him mad until he begins receiving anonymous tips. Skeptical at first, Adam soon realizes they’re legit, and with this help, he’s able to land the first serious blow against Greenmantle.

Richard Gansey III is now a young, popular senator, considered a political prodigy. While admired by many, he’s also made powerful enemies in the political arena. Over the years, he’s distanced himself from his old friends, although he crosses paths with Adam occasionally, usually at official events. He also runs into Declan Lynch, the personal assistant to Senator Seondeok Cheng, though their interactions remain distant and formal—there’s an unspoken tension between them, and, additionally, Gansey and Senator Cheng often clash.

Joseph Kavinsky works for Greenmantle, managing drug operations. Because of reasons [Plot Hole #1], he decides that if he wants to survive, he needs to escape Greenmantle’s grasp. But no one leaves Greenmantle’s web in one piece. To get out, Kavinsky starts feeding information to Adam—yes, he’s the anonymous tipster! Once Adam discovers Kavinsky’s identity, they have a heated confrontation, and Adam nearly shuts him down. But Kavinsky drops a bombshell: he has proof that Greenmantle orchestrated the murders of Niall and Aurora Lynch, Ronan’s parents, all those years ago. This tips the scales, and Adam decides to continue working with him. First, however, he needs to check with Ronan.

Ronan Lynch has made some bad decisions in life and is estranged from everyone—Adam, Gansey, even Declan. When Adam visits him at his home, back in Virginia, he’s slightly surprised to find Ronan under house arrest, an ankle monitor keeping him confined to the Barns. There’s tension between them from the start, a mix of unresolved feelings, hurt, and something more difficult to name. Ronan, being direct as ever, quickly gets Adam to admit why he’s really there. When Adam reveals that Kavinsky claims to have proof about his parents’ murder, Ronan snarls, "You want my blessing or what, Parrish?" and takes a swig from his beer.

When Adam returns to Washington, he finds Kavinsky waiting for him in his apartment with Hennessy, who works for Greenmantle in the art forgery department. Hennessy has somehow discovered that Kavinsky plans to betray Greenmantle [Plot Hole #2] and decides to join him in taking Greenmantle down. Her motivation? She’s tired of Greenmantle threatening her sister Jordan, who’s trying to live a normal, legal life—Jordan has recently started seeing a guy she met at a fundraiser at the art gallery where she works, a fundraiser organized by Senator Cheng (or rather, her assistant, Declan—yes, that guy Jordan's seeing).

Senator Cheng, although powerful, finds herself caught in Greenmantle’s web. He’s blackmailing her, forcing her to vote his way in the Senate, something that frustrates her deeply. Declan notices her odd behavior, which threatens her political career. When he confronts her, she makes a vague comment about someone pulling the strings behind the scenes, leaving Declan to piece it together. Declan eventually reaches out to Gansey, who reveals that Adam might be on the verge of exposing something big.

Kavinsky tells Adam about a major upcoming drug deal that could be Greenmantle’s undoing. The two of them, occassionally joined by Hennessy, work late into the night at Adam’s penthouse, preparing their plan. And sure, Kavinsky is a pain in the ass in many ways, but he’s also pretty smart and cunning, and quite good looking, Adam reckons. He can be quite funny, too.

Things escalate when Greenmantle discovers Kavinsky’s betrayal [Plot Hole #3]. There’s a dramatic car chase through the streets of Washington, with Kavinsky on the phone with Adam, telling him to get Hennessy to safety. Prokopenko, one of Greenmantle’s thugs, shoots out the tires of Kavinsky’s white Mitsubishi, leading to a spectacular crash. The Mitsu is totalled. By some miracle, Kavinsky survives, but he’s injured and unconscious. With a crowd gathering, Prokopenko can’t finish the job, and Kavinsky is taken to the hospital. Adam and Hennessy quickly sneak him out through the back door once he’s stable enough and drive him out of town. ("Make sure he’s asleep. Or better, tie him up." "Why?" "Because if he knows where we’re heading, he might try to jump ouf of the car.")

They’re going to the Barns.

Adam stashes Kavinsky at Ronan’s house, despite Ronan’s fury at the idea. ("I know what happened between you two back then, but I don’t have a choice, Ronan. All the information about your parents... it’s from him.") Ronan’s pissed but restrained by his ankle monitor, so he’s stuck with them. Hennessy calls her sister Jordan, warning her to lay low, and Ronan overhears their strained conversation. He notices how similar Hennessy and Jordan’s relationship is to his with Declan—complicated and distant.

Adam stays at the Barns until Kavinsky is better. They’re forced to wait and adjust their original plan. Adam is on the phone with Gansey constantly, and Gansey’s political connections become crucial to the new strategy [Plot Hole #4].

As Adam, Ronan, and Kavinsky are forced into close proximity, their complicated pasts and unresolved feelings rise to the surface. What starts as antagonism and old attraction gradually turns into an exploration of a polyamorous relationship, surprising all three. The emotional depth, tension, and vulnerability between them add complexity to their interactions.

Meanwhile, Greenmantle, desperate to find Hennessy, manipulates Jordan into luring her sister out. However, this backfires—Declan storms into the art auction John Wick-style to rescue Jordan. During the escape, Declan is shot, but he still manages to get her to safety. His bravery and injury end up deepening his relationship with Jordan (also, he’s undeniably sexy while bleeding, so I can't leave it out).

[Something something something, action, drama, romance, gay porn, etc]

Greenmantle’s empire begins to collapse. Senator Cheng uses her political maneuvering, Gansey applies his influence, and Adam, with Kavinsky’s help, provides the legal expertise to tighten the net around Greenmantle. In the end, Greenmantle is brought down, but the characters are left to deal with the aftermath.

Declan and Jordan’s relationship becomes serious, while Ronan and Declan begin to rebuild their brotherly bond, slowly healing old wounds. Adam, Ronan, and Kavinsky navigate their new, unconventional relationship as they embrace the possibility of polyamory.

Happily ever after.

Curtain.

[dreamieparadise]

Gonna (try) sleep(ing), but I'll finish this tomorrow for sure...!!

Jojo and I coming up with a brand new au again...

[coldslaws]

n being on house arrest was hard in the beginning

[batfamdannyphantomsstuff]

Danny "I am Momther Now." Fenton in Gotham where his Baby/sister/cousin has been living with Uncle Waylon visiting. These are The Terrors formerly named The Terror Tots by Waylon Jones, named such cause Dani was caught teaching Grundy and some of the littles Nursery rhymes and was learning how to read with some of the other kids.

Danny is desperately running away. Not from a robber, they’re not much of a threat to him anyways, but from a really intense Batman.

“Oh my ancients,” he muttered as he sprinted away from the dude swinging above him. “Can you please go away?! I already paid you back, dude!” Danny raised his voice at the swooping figure above him. He wished he could go ghost, but that would break his cover so fast as a “meta” or whatever.

“Stop running,” Batman landed in front of him, growl reverberating around them.

“Stop chasing me then! It’s bad manners!” And Danny’s from the midwest, so that’s an actual concern.

“How did you find Two-Face?” Batman loomed before stepping back when Danny’s shoulders curled inwards.

“Oh. Is that what this is all about?” Danny huffed. “It was self defense! And… the pun was too good to not, you know? Yeah, no, I had to. Prime opportunity.”

The cowl might hide it but Danny always knew when people are doing that nose pinch of exasperation. It’s a talent he carefully cultivated through shenanigans and puns.

Batman? Definitely inwardly pinching the bridge of his nose.

“How did you find him? Harvey Dent is a dangerous criminal.”

“In my defense,” Danny started, like a teenager caught guiltily shoving the entire cookie jar into his room instead of leaving some for the rest of the family. “He found me first. Well, no, he found the kids first. He started it!”

Batman somehow raised an eyebrow. How the hell does he do that?? The cowl covered the entire upper half of his face! Danny squinted at him. Is Batman a meta?

“Listen, I didn’t start it, but my sister sure as heck taught me how to end it. It’s not my fault Dent couldn’t handle a beat down. And I told you I was gonna pay you back for that one (1) Big Dent! If you wanted cash, you should have said so!”

“Hrm.”

Maybe it was the fancy gear. Maybe it was the pointy head thing. Batman reminded Danny way too much of Vlad and he got the ick.

“Okay, well, good talk, bye!” Danny ducked and ran, faster than he had before.

Batman grappled up and forward, trying to grab him. Danny, with years of dodge training under his belt and impeccable teenage instincts of gtfo, managed to dodge Batman’s reaching hands with a hollered “OPE!”

“Bye! See you never!” Danny ducked behind an alley and turned invisible as Batman swooped past.

When he was sure the vigilante was gone, he slowly faded into the visible spectrum.

“Jeez. Better warn Amy about this. Maybe I should hide in Crime Alley until this blows past.”

——

Gotham’s underbelly had a new tale to sling around their bars that week and a new demographic to be wary of.

The Terrors, the kiddie gang that ran perpendicular to Crime alley, was preyed on by Harvey Dent.

“What do you think you’re doing to them?!”

“Ahhhhhh!!!” Harvey screamed, flailing as a creature of shadows and claws- god damn those sharp ass claws- descended upon him, scarring it just one side but both sides of his very vulnerable face!

“Back the hell off of my kids, you fashion reject!”

As for Harvey… well, he’s developed an aversion to the smell of peanut butter and small children.

——

Batman, hunting down Danny because he’s worried about the endangered meta kid: you left me a Dent.

Danny, because he sees a vigilante bum rushing him: I have no cash! That’s the only way I can pay you back rn!

——

Batman, trying to lecture Danny about safety because he’s a worried batdad:

Danny: ew a rich stalker trying to be my dad!

@tricksterwitchkat can you tell I’ve been thinking about your pun for days? This is for you, thank you so much for that pun, it made my entire week.

[tinfoil-jones]

The pursuit of knowledge is long and demanding but do you also wanna know what else is long and demanding? That right! My need for this man *point to jerk Ford* so here are more questions (I realized the lack of child jerk Ford and sea grunks and now my brain won't leave me alone)

1. Since jerk Ford is a jerk from birth and holds a grudge till the day he dies, how much of Crampelter life did he ruin? I wanna see little jerk Ford saying fuck you and little Stan's reaction

2. If Stan were to get grounded or get detention, how much longer till jerk Ford also gets grounded or gets detention? Or does he just break Stan out of them?

3. Has there been time where Stanley does something bad but people just assumed it's jerk Ford pretending to be Stan or that Stan was pressured into helping jerk Ford? I need to know who Filbrick blames for the missing golden chain in the lost legend comic

4. We're there like full-blown panic for the coast guard, the navy, the fishermen, the pirate, and the marine life? Because "oh God he's in the seas, HE'S IN THE SEAS"

(I will be back >:) muehehehehe)

(1)

In High School, people told Crampelter to leave Stanford Pines alone; that even though he wasn't as big as his brother, he still could and would hurt you in ways you never thought possible.

Crampelter did not listen.

After a week of no retribution from Jerk Ford, and Crampelter assumed that everyone must have been exaggerating, sure the guy was mouthy as hell but-

Wait.

Why is he telling everyone he f***ed Crampelters mom?

He's just bluffing, there's no way-

And then Crampelters mom goes to jail for statutory. And he never lives it down.

He had to move out of Glass Shard Beach after High School.

(2)

Believe it or not, in the AU Stan was a good student. Teachers realized early on that the only way to keep Jerk Ford somewhat behaved was to keep his twin with him, because he was the only person he wasn't a jerk to and could actually talk him down.

So Stanley got a lot of extra help and support from the school and even his parents for his learning needs to be met, so he and Jerk Ford could share as many classes as possible throughout their school years.

Obviously they didn't share every single class because they still had differing interests (Jerk Ford taking robotics while Stan was a theatre kid) and Jerk Ford was a Math and Science prodigy, but they were usually in the same core classes.

Jerk Ford was indefinitely banned from detention in his Freshman year because if he was in detention, you bet whoever the teacher or supervisor was wasn't going to be there.

(3)

Because of how catastrophically bad Jerk Ford was, nothing Stanley did in comparison could ever look that bad.

Stanley took the gold chain? That same week, he and Jerk Ford tried opening a lemonade stand only for the Sibling brothers to do the same thing and take all of their business (not that they got a lot because everyone in Glass Shard Beach stayed clear of Jerk Ford even at the tender age of twelve).

And what happens? Well, Jerk Ford said or did something because the Sibling brothers stand was shut down by the Food and Drug Administration (FDA), and also the f***ing FBI showed up; Ascot and Dickie had to wear ankle monitors all summer.

Stanley wouldn't let Jerk Ford take the fall for something he did, however, so he'd own up to it. He'd be punished like a normal kid, none of that 'hold an extra Stan sign' stuff.

(4)

When the expedition for the Stan O'War II began, Jerk Ford was mostly unknown at first. He'd been out of his dimension and believed to be dead for three decades.

At first.

At first.

[dysco-lymonade]

"…to distract" for ankle monitor au ✨

This got dirtier than I intended.

Lexa wandered into the corner store later than usual, and it happened to be just a few minutes before Clarke was getting off work. After Clarke had declined Lexa’s invitation to the Polis U Law Department fundraiser, the blonde had been making an effort to try to get closer to Lexa. 

“I want to take you out.” Clarke had said to Lexa as she walked into Sky Mart.

“I would love that, Clarke. But you and I both know that can’t happen.” Lexa replied dejectedly. 

“You lack imagination, Lex.” Clarke raised an eyebrow. Lexa knew she was in trouble. “Just trust me. What are you doing tonight?”

“It’s midnight, I’m going home.” Lexa laughed, “There’s nowhere else to go.”

“Oh, but there is, counselor.” And there’s that wink again. “I’m about to clock out. Come with me?”

Who is Lexa to deny this girl? Even if it ends up in a run-in with the law, due to the tracker securely attached to Clarke’s ankle. 

-

And so Lexa finds herself inside of Clarke’s apartment. It’s not the first time she’s been here. But it looks vastly different. The living room is spotless, as is the kitchen. 

“I was thinking maybe I could draw you. Show you that I’m more than just a vandal.” Clarke jokes, “If that's something you’d be into?”

Lexa pauses in the living room. 

“Draw me?”

“Yes. I’ve been trying, at work, in my down-time. But I can’t seem to get your jaw right.” Clarke takes a gentle grasp of Lexa’s chin. Turning it just slightly to the left, “Your bone structure is immaculate, and when you smile, your eyes crinkle just a bit. It drives me crazy.”

Lexa feels the flush coming up her neck.

“And you’re just so beautiful when you blush.” The artist smirks, seeing the effect she has on Lexa.

“Oh- okay. Yes.” Lexa looks around the room. “Here?”

“Maybe. Let’s have a drink first. I promised to take you out.”

Lexa eye’s the blonde, confused. She watches Clarke wander over to the kitchen, hears her pouring something into glasses. She reappears with two rocks glasses half-filled with amber liquid on ice. “You strike me as a whiskey kind of girl.” 

She’s right.

Clarke wanders over to the living room stereo. She plugs her phone into the aux cord. Lexa hears a familiar riff. “Dance with me first? We are out, afterall.”

Clarke offers her hand and Lexa takes it willingly.

They sway together to the music, drinks in one hand, and their other hands holding the other’s hips. 

Clarke moves closer to Lexa, pressing their thighs together. “We’re on a dance floor, at Grounders.” Clarke says, eyes closing, Lexa closes hers too. “There are a few others out here with us, but I can only see you.” Their eyes remain closed. “I’ve been watching you all night. You were with some classmates, maybe close friends, but you haven’t looked up from your textbook. I knew I had to drag you away. I had to help you loosen up.” Lexa feels Clarke squeezing her hip, pulling her just a little bit closer.

Clarke rests her chin on Lexa’s shoulder as the song changes to something a little more upbeat. “What are you doing out here, when I know you would rather be at home?”

Lexa plays along, opening her eyes and seeing that the lights in Clarke’s living room seem to have dimmed. “I was supposed to meet someone here, but she couldn’t make it.”

“Too bad for her.” Clarke hums into Lexa’s ear. Lexa feels herself loosening up, possibly from the whiskey, more likely from Clarke’s presence.

“Good thing for you.” Lexa angles her head just a bit towards Clarke’s. The blonde takes this as her go-ahead, and takes Lexa’s lips between hers, just barely.

It can hardly be called a kiss. Lexa feels the barely there touch of Clarke’s tongue as the blonde begins to speak, “Absolutely. But I still really want to draw you.” She pulls back slightly, looking into Lexa’s eyes. “Can I? Please? You drive me crazy. I need to get you down on paper.”

Lexa feels herself melting from the inside out. She’s not used to this kind of attention. But she likes it. Oh, she likes it.

“Where do you want me?”

Clarke smirks, “Everywhere,” She murmurs against Lexa’s pulse point. “But first, in the kitchen.” The burn rages within Lexa’s stomach. “Can you just sit on a bar stool for me?” Clarke trails her hand up Lexa’s side, slowly, all the way to her neck. “I want to draw you like I imagined, reading amongst a crowd of people, in your own element. I feel like that's how we could have met, if things weren’t the way they are.” She looks down at her foot, nudging it against Lexa’s.

-

Lexa finds herself sprawled on Clarke’s couch, she’s unsure exactly how she got to this state of undress, but it’s a rush.

She lost her top somewhere in the kitchen.

Her jeans are unbuttoned, and slightly pushed down, just enough to expose the top of her underwear. She really wished she knew she’d be in this position when she left her apartment this morning. But the plain gray cotton briefs would just have to do.

She also wishes she had taken Clarke up on her offer of a second drink. Her shoulders are tense, she knows this. Clarke knows it too, if her soft smile of encouragement is any inclination.

“You don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable. Seriously.” Clarke sets her pencil down onto the sketch pad resting in her lap.

“No, no. I’m fine. I just- I guess I don’t know what to do with my hands.” She laughs awkwardly, holding her hands up in defeat.

With a light chuckle, Clarke stands up and walks- nope, definitely saunters over to Lexa on the couch.

She kneels down beside her, pulls Lexa’s hair around one shoulder, and takes both of her hands into her own.

“Just do whatever is comfortable. This can take as long, or be as quick, as you want.” The words are loaded. Clarke pulls Lexa’s hands down and rests them gently onto her own waist.

“This is comfortable.” It’s so quiet, Lexa is certain Clarke could barely hear her.

“Good girl.” It’s meant to be a subtle joke. There’s no authority behind the words. But Lexa sees Clarke’s pupils dilate as her grip tightens on the blonde’s waist. “I’ve got you.” 

Clarke leans down and takes Lexa’s top lip between her own. It’s meant to be a gentle assurance. A way to distract Lexa from feeling so vulnerable laying splayed out under Clarke’s gaze. But as Lexa takes Clarke’s bottom lip between her teeth and tugs, well, their new plans for the evening definitely don’t include a sketchbook. 

-

They kiss lazily. There’s no rush. They have all night. And they make use of it.

“Seems like you know exactly what to do with your hands.” Clarke murmurs against Lexa’s neck, where there’s sure to be a nice reminder of their night together in the morning. Lexa’s grip on Clarke’s ass softens, an apology on her lips. “S’good.” Clarke reaches back and presses Lexa’s hands back down, and proceeds to grind down harder into Lexa as she trails kisses down her collar bone.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t get enough of you.” Her kisses trail down to the swell of Lexa’s breast, just above the cup of her bra. Clarke’s hands glide up Lexa’s sides with ease, “This okay?” She glances at Lexa and if her slack jawed panting isn’t answer enough, she nods a few enthusiastic jerks of her head. Her hands continue their journey, Fingers wrapping around the sides of Lexa’s chest, and thumbs just barely slipping beneath her bra, grazing her nipples slightly. The hitch of Lexa’s breath and the quiet whimper as she pushes up into Clarke’s hands is the greenlight.

Arching her back higher off the couch, Clarke’s hands make their way around Lexa’s back. Holding eye contact, Clarke sees no sign of hesitancy, and undoes the clasp. Before she removes Lexa’s bra completely, she evens the playing field, sitting up quickly and pulling her own shirt over her head in a way that has no business being as attractive as Lexa finds it. Clarke’s bra follows as Lexa slides hers down her shoulders. 

As Clarke presses their chests together Lexa can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. “Shit, Clarke.”

“You feel incredible, Lex.” Clarke kisses her. It tastes like a promise.

“I want you.” Lexa all but begs as she lifts her hips up to press into Clarke’s, leaving no room for debate. “Please.”

“You have me.” Clarke assures, and makes her way down Lexa’s stomach, leaving a trail of wet kisses in her wake. Lexa threads her fingers through Clarke’s hair, pushing it out of her face. Clarke’s eyes are electric. It spurs Lexa on even more. “What do you like?”

“God. Anything. Everything.”

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” Clarke slides Lexa’s jeans off, dragging her panties down with them. Lexa helps her kick them off. They land in a heap on the floor as Clarke drags her lips from Lexa’s knee to her mid thigh, where her hands join in. 

Stop? Yeah, right. Lexa’s in way too deep and she feels like putty beneath Clarke.

Clarke drags one finger along Lexa’s folds, feeling and seeing the effect she’s already had on her. “All of this for me?” She shoots Lexa a cocky smirk, paired with her signature raised eyebrow as she leans down for a taste. 

Lexa both loves and hates what that does to her. She doesn’t know the last time she’s felt so wanted. She knows Clarke can feel how much it turns her on.

Clarke doesn’t ease in. She takes Lexa into her mouth with a filthy, opened mouthed kiss. Lexa can’t hear Clarke’s moan over the sound of her own, but she feels it reverberating through her whole body.

It’s all-consuming, feeling Clarke’s mouth devouring her with a skill Lexa didn’t know existed. She feels the blonde pressing her tongue just barely inside, before she feels the pressure of her fingers instead. She didn’t realize her head had been thrown back so far, until she had to readjust to look down at Clarke when she didn't feel her pressing further inside. “Yes. Fuck. Please.” She whines out, not able to take a single second more of not being filled by Clarke.

Starting with just one finger, Clarke quickly realizes Lexa needs another. She adds a second, and with one final suck to Lexa’s clit, makes her way back up to be face to face with Lexa. “You taste so good. So fucking good.” Clarke exhales heavily before allowing Lexa to taste herself on her lips. It’s dirty, and everything Lexa needs as Clarke slowly pumps her fingers. 

Lexa finds herself thanking every God she can think of that Clarke’s roommate isn’t home. She has no control over the filthy sounds coming from deep within her lungs. 

Feeling Lexa clenching around her fingers, asking for more, Clarke prepares to add another finger, pulling back from the kiss for assurance. 

“Need you. Need more.” Is about as coherent of a sentence Lexa can provide.

Clarke is not one to deny. She slowly pulls her fingers back, curling them as she goes. Before she completely removes them, Clarke adds a third finger as she pushes back in. She can feel that it’ll be Lexa’s limit. “God you’re so tight, feel so good wrapped around my fingers.” She feels Lexa’s walls pulsing at her words.

“You’re taking me so well. That’s it.” Lexa is close. She doesn’t want it to end yet. Clarke isn’t letting up though.

“Clarke. Shit. I’m close.” Her leg all but wraps around Clarke���s back. She feels like she’s going to crawl out of her own skin in the best way.

“I know. I’ve got you.” Clarke presses her thumb to Lexa’s clit, making quick work of bringing her closer to the edge. “Come, Lexa. I can feel you, you’re so close. That’s it.” Her leg tightens fully around Clarke. “Good girl.”

And with that, Lexa is a goner.

[roiistarr]

Wir Au where After King Candy died in that volcano he respawned as Turbo because Vanellope reseted the game and he was kicked out of every single game. Then he was sent to Surge Protector who put an ankle monitor on that keep hims in Game Central Station and he's forced to work as a janitor.

Guys I'm failing all my classes somebody help

[fancyfeathers]

Requested in messages by @elvabeth

A scenario that lets say all the darlings were in the JL watchtower by themselves cause of some world ending event. The tower is on lockdown (courtesy of batman) to prevent them from escaping. Unfortunately, while the JL are at the other side of the planet or something, the watchtower ends up being attacked by aliens, robots, armed goons or all of them and the darlings can't escape. Doors to the outside are locked. The windows are barred or stuff Ps luthor is responsible Or some sort of high end terrorist group That wants to bring down the Justice League The worst part is that even when the darlings made to the backdoor or secret door whatnot, they can't leave cause of their shock bracelets. Plus the communication system in the tower have been hacked so they can't call for help. Worst part, the Justice league aren't aware of this until after they're done with their mission when Barry can't reach his darling's phone. But when they get there, The watchtower is in shambles and they meet this kind of scene

Minus the dead people The shock bracelets are on the floor soaked in blood but their darlings are no where to be found How will they take this and what's the aftermath Sorry it's so long Ps Hal's darling is paralyzed here

Yandere!Justice League AU Masterlist

Not including Diana’s and Arthur’s darling because I covered why they would not be in the Watchtower or the Hall of Justice here

TW// Very Slight Ableism, Miscarriage, Traumatic Injuries, Loss of Body Parts

It would have been an extremely dangerous incident, the level of Doomsday, in order for everyone to leave. Hell, normally Bruce leaves his darling back at the manor but he has no idea of when he would be returning.

Their one mistake was choosing to leave their darlings in the Hall of Justice instead of the Watchtower, it would be easier to get them all out on the ground if something went wrong.

The Hall of Justice was locked up so tight so that even a drop of sunlight would not even get in, or even oxygen from the outside, but the hall is big enough that they do not even have to worry suffocating.

At first the quiet and person space is nice for a change, especially for Hal’s darling since when he is there he practically never lets her move about on her own, she honestly misses those days as a detective more than anything, but then… she had her accident not too long ago.

Clark’s darling is really just happy to be around other people, it somewhat helps break the perfect family delusion he has made, a darling who is pregnant with his child. It reminds her of who she used to be before all of this occurred.

Barry’s darling is in the same boat as Clark, albeit a tad less delusional, at least lucid enough to know his darling does not want any children… yet, at least. Barry being Barry, I don’t think he can go complete no contact with his darling, so he lets her have phone which has one of those network monitors, so practically all she can do is text and call Barry and whoever else he lets her have contact with. So every few hours he calls up his darling to check up on her, and she does not even have the choice to hang up or ignore it because he has a setting to answer on her behalf, benign all happy and cheerful on the phone, asking how she’s been and having Batman yelling at him to put the damn phone down.

Both Oliver Queen’s and Bruce Wayne’s darlings is just kind of indifferent to it all, it does change any of their circumstances in the long run. Then thanks to Bruce none of them will even have the chance to get out of there, you know those ankle bracelets that people wear on house arrest? Ya turn that up to eleven, pulse, mics, precision point accurate tracking, and a small shock to keep them in line and out of forbidden areas. Though a few won’t let their darlings have this on, because what if something goes wrong or what if it malfunctions and it hurts them? This is namely Clark (because he can always have eyes, or ears rather, on his darling at all times), Hal (his darling was stabbed in the back, literally, when she was a detective and is paralyzed from the waist down, like hell he is going to let something go wrong and fuck her up and hurt her even more), and then Kyle just doesn’t like the vibe of it all.

Kyle Rayner’s and John Stewart’s darlings are just kinda all used to it at this point, with the things they have heard about from the Green Lanterns it’s normally just a question if they should be not worried, slightly worried, or very worried and normally this means how much they need to bunker down. When Hal’s darling comes along they just kinda form a group with how much they get tossed around from place to place for their own protection while they are away.

Then there is just J’onn J’onnes’ darling, who I see being in more of an aroace relationship with him, she is just over everything, literally nothing bothers her because well she does not have no more privacy of her own mind. Like while everyone else is slightly scared or when members of the League are leaving their darlings there, she is just sitting in an armchair, reading her book, completely unbothered by what is happening even when she gets one of Bruce’s cuffs on her ankle.

Now onto the interesting bit of things, it’s one of the nights when they are all alone, they had just finished cleaning up from dinner and everyone is settling down for the night, all of them going off and doing their own things.

And things certainly go wrong in the night.

…

When the Justice League returns they certainly do not expect what they see…

Everything is in ruins…

Blood lining the walls…

The cuffs on the ground and-

Oh god that is an arm.

The footage was bugged so they cannot even look back to see what happened, the power was cut which made everything a complete blackout.

Bruce would barely be able to track anything if it was not for the last security measure he put in place, a chip in his darling’s neck so he could track her if anything went wrong.

While everyone else is arguing about what to do, Bruce and Clark have already figured out their location, though Bruce is much more put together than Clark is.

The Superman looks mortified, just standing there in shock and staring down at the ground.

“There is only one heartbeat…”

Their unborn child never got to see life because of what happened.

It was some mass terrorist organization who the Justice League had bumped heads with before. They saw an opportunity and took it, god knows how they got the information but if they were able to hack the system of the Hall of Justice then they really should not be surprised.

They can’t kill…

But they have to rescue them first…

And then shut down what’s going on.

The Green Lanterns will get to the darlings first, use their constructs to stabilize whatever happened to them, Clark’s darling is a priority since a miscarriage can be deadly, so is Hal’s darling due to her condition, along then with whoever lost the arm. The others will clear the way and-

When they find them all they are a complete mess…

Serious lacerations on every single one of them.

Hal’s darling was clearly thrown against the wall when they arrived and she clearly had head damage and was laying in her own blood that she could not even push herself out of due to the injured state of her arms and the uselessness of her legs.

Serious damage to the left eye of Barry’s darling, cut by some sort of rusted weapon.

Kyle’s darling had broken her right ankle and left leg, along with a huge gash on her upper back. John’s darling was looking after her as the best she can with a broken foot.

Oliver’s darling is the one with the missing arm, clean sliced off along with a punctured lung and in a state of unconsciousness while Bruce’s darling looks after her since she was lucky to get off with only a sprained ankle.

Then there was Clark’s darling, a complete mess, head trauma, broken ribs, and a miscarriage causing her to bleed out. Similar to the previous, J’onn J’onnes’ darling was in well enough condition to take care of her, just enough to stabilize her.

When everything is said and done and they are safe again, there is a heavy bitterness in the air.

The kidnapped them saying that they were keeping them safe…

Hal’s darling entered a coma from her head injuries after being rescued and has not woken up yet after her surgeries.

Barry’s darling had to get her eye removed in order to prevent infection, and then minor damage to the other eye.

Kyle’s darling can’t move out of the awkward position the doctors put her in on her side, so she doesn’t put pressure on the gash on her back or the shattered leg with a metal pole in her leg because of it.

John’s darling is one of the lucky few with only a boot and crutches for a few weeks.

Oliver’s darling had gone into surgery after surgery for her injuries, her arm and lung getting her placed in severe intensive care for at least a few months.

Clark’s darling is in a state of pure emotional distress along with her injuries, her head having been braced and stitched up after a surgeries to take care of her head damage and her… her miscarriage.

Clark is just as much in a state of distress as his darling over her injuries and the fact that he was supposed to protect her and their child and now one of them is dead and the other has injuries she will never fully recover from.

J’onn’s darling and Bruce’s darling are far more focused in looking after the others since they are far more healthy than the others. They visit them all in the medical wing, Bruce’s darling leaving flowers at their bedside, J’onn’s darling reading to them (I think she would be a librarian before all of this), and either of them sitting with Hal’s darling while she is in her current state along with Oliver’s darling who is in recovery.

All of them are in extremely pain emotionally and physically, they were kidnapped, told it was to keep them safe and for their own good, and now one of them is in a coma after she was paralyzed a number of months prior, another is missing an arm along with extremely brain trauma, one of them is missing an eye along with being now legally blind in the other, and one of them is now dealing with the loss of a child.

God when Hal’s darling wakes up she will be having a field day when she was right all along.

[eclipseberrycake]

Raceway (P!MBC x Reader)

An: This is based on the Racer! Dandy's world AU on Tiktok by miss.vianne!

This doesn't follow theirs exactly, but I've previously written some racer! hc for a different fandom and really enjoyed them! So I thought let's bring it all full circle.

Warnings: This AU will have more mature themes, so if that's not your cup of tea, that's okay!

☁ Ladies, gentlemen and all those parties in between, start your engines.

☁ So, the lineup. The mains are all racers. Good racers. They're in the main circuit. They play by the rules. They are well known with merch and sponsorships. People cheer when they hear all about Astro Novalite, the sneaky drifter, or Sprout Seedly, the pitstop pusher, or Shelly Fossilian, the clutch expert, or Vee Version I, the light challenger.

☁ The four of them are good friends off the track, don't get them wrong, but on the track, they are at each other's throats. They are competitive and ruthless, pushing the limits of their teams and the announcers with every by the book race.

☁ They all have their own pit crews too! It's a mix of the other toons, split into each group, acting as buffers between the racers and a devastating loss. Sprout in particular pisses Cosmo, the crew chief for the Seedly team, off and thinks it's hilarious. Cosmo does not. He bitches about it every single time the other toons get together.

☁ Like the racers, the pit crews are all good friends too! Especially the Crew chiefs. Brightney is the head of Vee's crew, with Gigi the head of Shelly's. And while Cosmo gets along with them well, his true partner in crime is the head of Novalite's team. You.

☁ Astro had always been a top competitor, since you've taken the reigns however he's become a true threat. The amount of times he's taken a win right out from under Vee or Sprout is frankly hilarious, especially since Cosmo knows it's because of your intervention. Astro has always been a huge drifter in racing, but his previous mechanic couldn't keep up with the pressure on his steering and throttle. You could though. Every race, you'd get in nose deep to the beyond hot engine and tinker with it while the others worked on the rest of the vehicle.

☁ After every race, you did overtime to refresh the suspension, under the vehicle until Cosmo came and dragged you by the ankle. He'd admit he was sweet on you just a bit, but he couldn't help it. Beyond the professional race track, you were his partner in crime elsewhere too.

☁ When the sun went down and the excitement from the streamline races settled, a whole new environment opened itself to the streets of the city, hidden in the shadows away from peering eyes. Roars of unregulated engines and too-loud exhausts weren't uncommon, along with the drunken cheers and boos of the night life alighting with the stars.

☁ This was where the rest of the toons shine. Unregulated street racing was a thrill like no other, and one that you and Cosmo ran like an iron fist. You were a dangerous duo, and one of you was always racing, even if your standings were in a duo. It was a risky move, putting your name alongside Cosmo's knowing that if one of you took a loss, it would reflect on the other poorly, but neither of you truly thought of it that way. You both simply enjoyed racing with each other.

☁ Taking a break from being the person giving the care to being the one in the vehicle was like a shot of ecstasy, especially when you knew the other was waiting at the finish line. The lack of rules, the refusal of etiquette, the thrill of tickling your own mortality was a whole new rush, so unlike the one in monitored tracks.

☁ It was probably an addiction at point. Not that it would stop you. You mused to yourself, shifting gears as Gigi's vehicle came into view in your rearview. She was an infamous cheater, playing dirty with sly tricks and illegal moves up her sleeve. Well...Illegal in the clean tracks.

☁ "Don't get cocky now, doll." Cosmo's voice rings in your ears, waiting for you at the finish line. " If you die who else will warm my bed?"

☁ You scoff at this, jerking your gear shift and slamming the brakes, whipping your wheel to one side just as Gigi attempts a pit maneuver. Her vehicle skids upon not meeting her target and instead crashes into Shrimpo's, taking both of your closest tails out in one one move. You easily commit to the turn, continuing to move your gearshift before punching the gas, crossing the finish line as the reigning champion.

☁ You cut the engine to your ride, taking your keys as you step out to where Cosmo is already waiting. His arms are crossed as he scans your form up and down, a predatory smirk spreading on his features. You return the look, walking up to him with a small preen in your features. "Cocky enough for you?"

☁ He snickers at this, wrapping an arm around your lower back as the other cars skid to a stop, several cries about your win echoing out. "You're awful. You know that? What would Mr. Novalite say if he say?" that dodgy drift?" He teases, his other hand coming up to shake your chin lightly.

☁ "Oh, no, whatever shall I do." You spit back sarcastically. "Please, those racers have the rule books shoved so far up their ass they don't notice much else." You waved your hand before swatting at Cosmo's. "They'd probably faint at the sight of the Milky Way."

☁ The Milky Way was the name of the endless routes, trails and roads that made up what was essentially the city turned raceway. It had numerous shortcuts, every changing obstacles and required your instincts and reaction times to be sharp and pointed.

☁ It was your favorite track you've ever raced.

☁ Cosmo cackled at you before shaking his head, swooping in to press a heated kiss to your lips in his own congratulations as the rest of the crews who weren't racing trotted up. Praises were sung your way as Cosmo pulled away, even if his arm stayed anchored to your waist.

☁ And that was simply the start of the night. You all raced and partied to your heart's content, breaking up the night hours before the break of dawn as Cosmo drove you to his place. You weren't sure exactly what you would call the relationship you had with the cake roll, but you knew you liked it, and you were sure he liked it too.

☁ While it was mostly sharp quips and heated kisses on the raceway, it was also the softer, quieter moments in the sunrise's light, basked in golden rays as you watched him move around his kitchen effortlessly, perched on the counter with your morning drink of choice.

☁ It was serene and soft, and a good break from the constant rise of stress you put yourself under.

☁ You had fallen into a rhythm actually with Cosmo, where he'd do breakfast and you'd drive you both to work. He was testing the waters of moving in together with you, which made your heart flutter in all sorts of ways, but would stay put until he outright asked.

☁ "I'm just saying, imagine how much easier our routine would be." Cosmo shrugged behind you, pushing the door open so you could walk through.

☁ "I'm just saying, that's not asking." You throw back, readjusting your Novalite jacket. "You suck at asking questions."

☁ Astro is already waiting by his car when you and Cosmo walk up, leaning on his car before noticing you. He perks up right away, smiling at your approaching form- even if it wavers when he spots Cosmo. "Seedly crew Chief, you look a little lost." The celestial teases, even if it's tight like a stretched rubber band.

☁ Cosmo grimaces as the hand he's kept on your hip tightens it's hold momentarily. "Astro. Always a pleasure to see you." You give them both a look at the tense atmosphere, scrunching your nose as you roll your eyes.

☁ "I'll see you later today, Cos-"

☁ "Milky way CHAMPION!" Is cried out behind you, making you jolt as yourself, Cosmo and Astro whip around to face Finn and Boxten, who are beaming at you. "Gigi came in pissed today! How'd the race go?!"

☁ Finn, bless his heart, is either blissfully ignorant or being the biggest asshole as he doesn't acknowledge your desperate attempts to cut the attention. "We missed out last night, but heard you out maneuvered her and sent her into Shrimpo!"

☁ You bury your face in your hands, groaning as Astro takes in the new information. He hadn't known you were a racer. He would've loved to go against you. By the sounds of it, you were good. He knew you knew what you were talking about, has seen it in person and thanks the stars he was able to get you on his team before the others even heard about you.

☁ But to hear you raced last night? The only race yesterday was his where he and Sprout had spent the majority of the time trying to take out the other's tires before Shelly snuck in and took the win. And he'd never even heard of the Milky Way outside of space. Was it a track?

☁ "Finn." Cosmo cuts in, making a swift motion across his neck and making the fishbowl clamp his mouth shut, eyes finally spotting Astro. He looked like he swallowed a lemon at the sight. "Hey! Mr. Novalite- funny....Funny jokes we say here!"

☁ Astro had to hide a snicker behind his hand at the pure fury written on your features. It was a good laugh in all honesty, watching Finn try to repair the damage he'd done before Boxten was pulling him off to return to Shelly's team to get her own vehicle prepped.

☁ "Champion, huh?" Astro had to tease, watching you drag your hands down your face. Cosmo was still there, his sharp eyes locked onto Astro as if daring him to say something more.

☁ "It's nothing." You cut off any more talk of the topic, moving to your toolbox and pulling open one of the draws. "You said your brakes were acting up?"

☁ With a glance to Cosmo, Astro stubbornly keeps his mouth shut until the cake roll scoffs. "Seriously? I'm not gonna go run and tattle on you. If your brakes are fucked, get 'em fixed."

☁ Nothing. Cosmo grunts at this, throwing his hands up with a "Why do I bother-" before he turns on his heel and makes his way to the Seedly garage. You watch him with a small upturn in your lips, committing the image to memory, before turning back to your tool box. "So, brakes?"

☁ "They shook. I didn't like it. What were they talking about?" Astro watches you pull out your little board with wheels, laying back on it as the car is raised enough you can get under it.

☁ You look at him for a long, heavy moment before moving under the vehicle. "The Milky way is a...less then regulated track. Some of the guys and I go out and race it."

☁ "...And you win." It's not a question, it's a statement that sits in your mind and burns the edges that touch it. "I won last night."

☁There's the shake of a hand grabbing the end of your board and pulling, nearly blinding you with the light if not for Astro's fat head. He stares at you, eyes deep and set as you raise a brow at him. He was a nice enough guy and you enjoyed spending time with him. At times, his laugh was enough to make butterflies light up your stomach.

☁ "I want to see." He says plainly. making you raise a brow. "You want to see a bunch of amateurs play go-kart?" It was a far cry from that, but you'd be damned before telling him that.

☁ "I want to watch you have fun." He remedies, making your mouth run dry. You stare at him long and hard, much in the same manner he's staring at you before groaning.

☁ "If you call the cops, I'm hitting you with my car. Cosmo and I are scheduled for Thursday night. Be there or don't, I don't care. I'll text you the address." You acquiesce at last, returning to your job. Astro waits until you're cursing at something you find before punching the air, absolutely ecstatic at the invitation. When the text comes in with the time and a little "See you there <3~" he nearly faints.

☁ Sprout ends up catching him when he tries to leave training early to get ready and pries the plan out of him, immediately deciding he needs to come too.

☁ To be fair, Sprout had been watching Astro carefully since Cosmo came into the garage cursing about "The stupid fucking Moon" and he had known something was happening. What better way to get to the bottom of it then prying it out of Cosmo?

☁ Is what he would've done if he hated himself. One look at the furious face the cake roll wore and not even Sprout was brave enough to poke that bear. Astro was his next best bet. And as he's standing in the light of the city, in crowds of people who didn't look his way twice, he relished in the feeling.

☁ "So, we here to stalk your cute little Crew chief?" Sprout teased, nudging Astro who's cheeks lit up a bright blue. He mumbled some form of refusal, but Sprout knew. He saw how Astro looked at you, watching you, how you worked and how you lived. He lost count of how many times they were almost late to training because Astro saw they restocked your favorite drink in the vending machine and just had to get you one while you worked on the car. Or he was spotted hanging around you while you were under the car.

☁ Astro just needed to be around you, whenever he possibly could, which was quite amusing in regards to Cosmo's own attachment to you. Honestly, for all Sprout fawned over them, he was starting to feel left out. You and him had met a handful of times and honestly, he's surprised Astro could keep up with your sharp tongue and quick remarks. Sprout himself found himself scrambling to keep up before you were turning on your heel with a flip of your jacket.

☁ You were a spitefire little thing full of venom and vinegar. He always looked forward to conversations with you, and to find out you raced as well? He was willing to fight Cosmo and Astro. Or better yet, fight neither.

☁ He could take all three of you.

☁ "I could take them." He mutters, nodding to himself resolutely even if Astro gives him a look. "Please tell me you're not talking about fighting someone."

☁ "Not in a fight." Sprout adds and Astro has to look away, probably considering calling someone.

☁ They made their way through the crowds though, finding the finish line easily. You were there, past a barrier with your arms cross and smirk on your features as you watched the television broadcast the vehicle in the lead. It was a sleek, dark cherry chrome thing that purred like a kitten and held a steady lead with quite the gap between first and second.

☁ In bolded racing letters, a name popped up under the car. "Cosmo/Y/N Team".

☁ "No way is that Cosmo!" Sprout shouted, leaning on the barrier with his eyes wide. He didn't think his crew chief had it in him. The call caught your attention, making you turn to face them with the smirk deepening as your practically prowled towards them. "Wow, you actually showed up. Didn't think you would." You tease, making Astro's cheeks stain a much further dark blue.

☁ "I-Uhm-" Astro stutters before Spout is slamming a hand on his shoulder and leaning into your face. "Is this what you guys do in your free time?!"

☁ You nod, looking side to side before nodding your head. "Jump the barrier, you can stand with me. My personal guests." You grin, watching as Sprout immediately does as asked. Astro takes a minute further, but eventually does, landing beside you while Sprout gapes at the maneuvers Cosmo is pulling off.

☁"I didn't think you had it in you, shortcake!" Sprout cackles as you explain the race, what's on the line and how you and Cosmo are on a team, hence the name. You shrug at it, continuing to grin. "Just because you need a number of rules to race doesn't mean all of us do, Seedly."

☁ He guffaws for a second, his own cheeks heating up as you laugh. Astro only stares at you, feeling his own chest tighten before the first car is screeching to a halt. It's the same dark cherry one, with the engine cutting and door swinging open. Cosmo steps out, clad in a leather jacket and jeans that fit much too good on his frame to be fair.

☁ You immediately run up to him, grabbing the collar of his shirt to pull him down to a level to press your lips to his. His hands immediately find your hips, but neither Sprout nor Astro can find it in them to pull away.

☁ Watching you and Cosmo, in your element, unbeatable and a unit. Dominating in every way. It made their hearts flutter as they stare at you too, all sharp smirks and quipped words, looking like the main characters in every action movie they've ever seen.

☁ "I could take them." Sprout mutters, hands suddenly much more clammy then he thought they should've been.

☁ "Agreed." Is all Astro says, and that's all that needed to be said.

[mihii-i]

engraving.

Pairings: ei x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, goddess au, devoted reader, blood, wlw, uh idk ei being angy, reader fucking dies, because she’s a simp, READER IS FUCKING WEIRD LOWKEY, can be angst??mild horror, weird power dynamic / difference idk, wrote this at 12 I have school in the morning god pls help, ei lowkey insane ngl maybe even ooc a bit but it’s ok her character is…something! (Fuck you for that hoyo) greasy places ew, obsessive reader, not proofread.

A/N: part of @edgeray ‘s Halloween event! 🕯️

Chilling shivers vibrate along your spine in a surge of pure fear embedded within you, complimenting the cool shocks of steel sparking against the bottom of your chin, flat against the sharpened blade. You meekly looked down at your knees folded back and knelt onto the hard wooden floor, hunching your shoulders to avoid eye contact with a goddess present before you while you groveled like a dog at her ankles.

Ei clicked her tongue in disapproval at your lowered face of shame, making the rush of trepidation racking you far more mortifying as your subtle shivers brushed along her blade’s sharp edge ever so slowly, along a sudden push of pain teasing your throat. You swallowed back the burning sensation of electric volts gliding along your exposed throat while her blade traced along your accommodative skin, dangerously lining the sharp edge to a point in which blood would be drawn.

“Speak, human.” She snapped, eyes fixated on your every move as she maintained her position above you, blade pointed directly at you to monitor your actions. Slowly, your chin carefully tilted upward to lock eyes with the goddess currently on the verge of slashing you open, deep purple gaze boring into yours as your thighs pressed inward to maintain your balance before the shogun. Yet, you were quickly spun out of your trance as Ei pushed the blade rougher against the prominent nerves of your throat, her patience wearing thin as your breath caught in your throat, an involuntary gasp barely escaping your lips.

The gentle trickle of blood seeping down the crimson wound oddly soothed you in this moment, even in witness of the goddess’s fury burned your devotion to her further, stomach churning with satisfaction—perhaps something more as you had the privilege of even standing before Ei herself. The minuscule slash engraved onto your throat like a tattoo was something you would proudly wear after you departed from the divine being, planning to always expose your throat whenever you went out, modifying clothing that covered your neck as a symbol of your fateful encounter with her.

Day and night. Day and night you would pray to her before the carved stone statue situated in your home dedicated to Ei. Eyes closed and hands clasped together, you would kneel down before her stone form, presenting her with her wings outstretched from her back and hands extended in a cusp as she carried whatever offerings you had placed into the statue. Burning smells of incense circled the room intensely, stinging your nostrils as well as the molten end of the sticks neatly poked out of a small bowl rested by the table at the edge of the statue. “I pray that I can give you my all, Lady Ei. If I ever stumble upon you, I don’t want you to show me mercy. If you do, I will be forever in your debt.”

Clearly, summoning deities had merely been an ongoing rumor, perhaps even a silly tale meant to frighten others around you. There was no way you had throught such a prayer could descend a celestial being from the heavens, right?

The cool winds had fluttered along your cheek upon trudging through the trudging hill grounded before you, hands occasionally dragging along the road for support. Flaps of paper resounded in your ears as the howling wind whistled across the clearing, a large wooden pole with a tattered paper plastered onto it coming into view. Squinting your eyes, you shifted closer, catching sight of the paper stuck to the post. A single red character was embedded onto it, likely written in dried blood. You exhaled deeply, recognizing the symbol to pertain to Ei herself, and that the shrine you sought should be up ahead.

As you quietly made your way forward, a small yet intricate wooden gate structure greeted you. The shrines and temples constructed before you clearly displayed signs of decay and buildup, thickets of moss bundling up along every crevice of the stone and wood erected buildings. Upon venturing into the worn down and chipped area, you couldn’t help but sense the ominous atmosphere emitting from your surroundings closing in around you, heart beating in your chest as caution began to scream at you internally. Rationally, your self within you urged you to go back. It was obvious that this abandoned temple wasn’t set to be a lively and peaceful—yet that strong urge of pure devotion to atleast try, to atleast prove your worth to the almighty goddess has sharpened further than your rational self, urging you to push forward.

A bitter stench plagued your nostrils as you ventured further into the ruins of the shrine, likely from the accumulation of grime over the years it was left to rot. The winds now blew tenfold in swift gusts, nearly knocking the air out of your own lungs as it slammed against your chest like a hurricane rather than a simple strong wind; as if a warning sign had manifested before you, pleading for you to turn back. Carefully stepping before the small, well crafted shrine primarily containing stone and wood along with various offerings and a portrait of Ei herself, you knelt down before the oddly clean structure. While everything had been shrouded in moss over the past few centuries—even millennia or so, the shrine remained well painted and clean, even the area around it seemingly glowing in contrast to the gloomy greatness of the surrounding structures.

Now looking back, you truly wished that you had heeded the warnings. However, you don’t regret it one bit. Not when the very woman you had yearned to preside before had you knelt before her, divine sword dangerously positioned below your chin as her piercing gaze shot through to the bone.

You briefly paused, choking on your breath once more as the tip of her blade grazed the already open wound along your neck. “I said, state your purpose for summoning me, (Name).”

It was quite difficult to even utter a word in her presence. Her enchanting figure absolutely hypnotizing as she was looking down at you, polished black armor with her wings unsheathed, and a cracked halo crowning the top of her head as it hovered over her. Clearing your throat, you eagerly tilted your head up at her, joy boiling up within you as she had addressed you by your name. Most of the time, you had overheard ancient stories transmitted from older time periods, where this goddess wouldn’t even acknowledge, much less care about the identities of her followers even.

“Ah..Lady Ei. Am I so important you must use my name?” You breathed out, cocking your head as you were still on your hands and knees before her. She merely scoffed, a light chuckle finding its way from her throat.

“For once. I’ve never once encountered a mortal so willing to put their all into me.”

“Would you despise me if I said that I only summoned you to come face to face with my goddess?”

“Not at all.”

Withdrawing her sword from your neck, Ei beckoned you to stand up, which you did so albeit a bit weakly due to the wound you had nearly forgotten about. The moon centered between the two of you like a medium of division, pale rays outlining each of your figures in the shadows of the dark crowding the two of you as your sillouhettes burned into the the night sky. Ei hummed in satisfaction upon seeing the pure devotion fired up within you, knowing that you would serve her as anything she wanted. Any cruel punishment, any position as her right hand or so, any battle, absolutely anything.

You swallowed back the lump in your throat, presiding like a huge stone weighing down your belly before speaking up. A neat maniac smile stretched your lips as you brought your palm flush against the nerves of your neck, expression crazed you proudly showed off the engraved cut along your throat despite the blood smearing across your palm.

“Lady Ei, I should be greatful that you had even laid your blade or gaze upon me! I shall forever be in your debt. Show me no mercy as I am nothing in your presence”

Any sane person would say you were insane.

Yet, you didn’t care. You didn’t care when you were face to face with the goddess you had devoted everything for you. You were absolutely wiling to fall under her lack of mercy.

Her palm suddenly glided along your cheek, cupping the side of your face tenderly. Your body froze up at the closeness of the gesture, eyes widening in utter confusion as Ei began to caress your face as a lover would, not a superior to her subordinate.

“Lady Ei what-?“

—

…

Your words were abruptly cut off as a searing pain shot through your body, abdomen tightening as you gasped for air. Her blade had speared through your torso, deeply lodged into your body as her hand remained unmoving on your face, deep purple eyes locked onto yours.

“Humans are quite foolish. They say everything they will do, and promise it. Swear it on their life even. Yet plead and beg when it truly occurs, never following through with their promise.”

She paused, twisting the blade like a crank deeper into your stomach as the crimson liquid pooled out along your skin, staining your clothing and decorating her hand grasping the hilt as it formed a small puddle onto the ground. She smiled as she observed your features, clearly in pain yet still keeping your eyes locked onto her.

“So how come you’re different? You’re so devoted you don’t beg or cry when I go through with refraining from bestowing mercy upon you, (Name).”

The sweet smile on your face was one that would remain with her for eternity as your knees buckled inward, balance near impossible to remain as you grew more and more lightheaded. Chest heaving as blood was beautifully patterned along your body like a piece of abstract art hung in a museum, eyes lowering as you collapsed over into Ei’s arms. She kept the sword buried into your chest, as if you were the stone to Excalibur.

As your eyes slowly lowered themselves feeling your end closely trailing up to you, you squeezed them shut in bliss as her lips gently pecked your bloodied temple, heaving chest slowly calming down as you grew limp into her arms. Reaching up one last time, hand brushing along your throat…

No pulse.

She heaved a sigh, carefully setting you down in the blood steeled grass as she kept the sword embedded in your chest. Looming over your corpse, Ei gently whispered out, the first time her voice had grown soft when speaking of someone below her.

“A shame I had doubted you, (Name). I promise your afterlife will be with me as you will gain all you desire. Either that, or I shall bless you in your next life for as long as you live. I swear it.”

Drops of scarlet blood ran down her fingertips situated at her sides, her eyes fixated on your exposed throat coldly. She wasn’t saddened by your death. However, she was more..empty knowing she hadn’t gotten to speak with you any longer. It was all fine.

The mark she had slashed onto your neck which she would brighten in the near future.

The engraving of your devotion.

A/N: GUYS I AM WAY TOO SLEEPY TO ADD A/N’S TO THESE PLS BEAR WITH ME

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i love dad au’s! what about kbd!steve feeling a little overwhelmed and accidentally snapping and it startles one of the girls? like dove walking in their bedroom when you’re trying to calm him down. love your work❤️

thank u for requesting!! mom!reader, 1.1k

A hard knock on the door startles you. You don’t think one of the girls could emit so much force, so you assume it to be your husband. “Yeah, babe, I’m getting dressed.” 

“I need to talk to you.” 

“Okay,” you say, not worried, but not not worried. Nobody ever likes hearing that phrase without a quick follow up. You pull your pants over damp legs and leave the towel around your shoulders to catch any run off, opening the door for Steve where he waits on the other side. He looks strange; he’s not smiling. You go to touch his face and he ducks away from your touch.

“Steve, what?” you ask, confused. 

He peels away into the bedroom. You follow quickly. You want to close the door but think better of it —Dove is in her room with a faulty baby monitor.  

“I need more help,” he says tightly. 

“Okay. With what?” 

“No, that’s the problem. I can’t keep telling you everything.”

He sounds so angry so suddenly, it isn’t like him. You fight the urge to be defensive, and then the want to cry, holding out one of your hands to him in the universal gesture for calm down. “Okay. I’m sorry. Just give me some leeway, okay? Because the thing that you’re mad about right now has been stewing with you for ages, but this is the first I’ve heard about it.” 

He sits down hard on the end of the bed. You stand there for a few seconds, tense, but you really, really love him. You get down onto your knees and look up into his face, clasping your hand loosely around his ankle. “I’m sorry, H. Please don’t be angry with me yet.” 

“I’m not angry with you, I just need more help this week and you haven’t noticed, and that pissed me off.” 

“You think maybe I didn’t notice ‘cos I had all that stupid work stuff to do?” you ask gently. It takes more effort than you’d like to admit to be calm right now, but you’re trying because it’s you and Steve. He deserves your effort more than anyone else in the world, especially now that he’s telling you he needs it. “What do you want my help with, honey? I’ll only make you tell me once.” 

“But why do I have to tell you once?” he asks. 

“Because I’m busy too.” 

He shakes his head. “That pisses me off, though. We’re both busy, we’re both struggling, but I’m the one who ends up picking up the slack.”

“I’m sure it feels that way for you,” you say, trying to be patient, pretty close to losing it, “but I’ve been doing a lot this week. I have.”

He looks disgusted for a moment, just a split second, and you’re so worried he’s aiming that disgust at you that you duck your chin, eyes clouding with hurt. 

“Sorry,” he says. He covers his eyes with the back of his hand, pitch rising with emotion. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” 

“Honey,” you murmur, rubbing his thigh. He curls into himself, and you might not see it often but you know what he looks like when he’s going to cry. “Sweetheart, please don’t be upset.”

“I’m being mean,” he says. 

“No you’re not! You’re not being mean at all, you’re asking for help, and you’re telling me how you feel, that’s not mean, that’s the right thing to do, even if you’re angry.” You try to catch his gaze. “Hey, I’m sorry, okay? I know how much you do. I should’ve noticed, even if I’m busy. That’s not okay of me. I promise I’ll do better now you’ve told me. Won’t make you tell me again.”

He sighs as the first awful tear breaks from his lashes. “I think I’m really tired,” he says, half laugh and half sob. 

You encourage him into a bendy hug. He’s boiling hot under your hands, sniffling as you rub a line up and down his back. “I’m sorry. It’s not fair that you feel like this. I’m supposed to look after you,” you murmur. 

“I don’t even care that you’re not helping as much as I need you to,” he admits, “I’m just so tired.” 

“Why don’t you lie down? You don’t have to suffer in silence, baby. You told me how you feel and now I’m gonna pull my socks up and take care of you.” He shudders with tears. 

“Dad?” Dove asks worriedly. 

She’s standing in the doorway with her empty bottle in her hand, which she drops. 

Steve immediately wipes his face but it’s no use, she’s seen he’s upset already, and she doesn’t like the look of it. Her eyes fill with tears, staring at him in shock. 

“Oh, Dove, don’t cry,” he says. His own surprise prompts another tear to roll down his cheek. 

“Daddy,” she says, looking at you like you can fix it. 

“Come here, dad,” you say showfully, pulling at his face as you reach up from your kneeling to kiss his damp cheeks. “Don’t be upset! Let me kiss it better.” 

He cups the back of your neck and lets you kiss him all over. “Thank you, angel. Thank you, I feel better already.” 

Your kisses are sincere, if a little for show. You wipe his cheeks dry with your thumbs as you go, and take a hand through his hair as you lean back. He gives you a sorry smile. 

“Do you want to come and give him a kiss?” you ask from over your shoulder. 

Dove walks into the arm you hold out for her and climbs into your lap, then Steve’s. He sniffles and holds her, misery in his frame but the relief of having your kid to squeeze clear. “Sorry, Dove, did dad worry you?”  he asks in a murmur, lips near the top of her ear as he hugs her close. She’s small enough that his arm covers near the entirety of her back. 

You pat his thigh. He reaches for your hand to hold. 

“Crying,” she mumbles. 

“Sorry. I was just tired.”

“You okay?” she asks, like he’d ask her. 

“Yeah.” He threads your fingers together and leans away, smiling affectionately at Dove. She looks a lot like him when she smiles back, though you have to skew your head to see it. Same eyes, same dip in their top lip. “Mom kissed it better. Well, mostly. I just need, like, one more kiss, and then I will be perfect. Do you think so?” 

She knows what he’s doing, laughing warmly as she leans in to kiss his cheek. 

His eyes close as she ducks in, a small smile on his lips. 

Man, you think. If Steve’s out of commission, I have so much laundry to do.