#casinos ocs: locke

[insertsona]

To me at least you're also the person who's art tastes like taffy :) /vpos. You have a really recognizable artstyle and I love seeing anything from you pop up on the dash, Yellow Addison or other OCs or otherwise!

can i offer you some doodles from the whiteboard i did the other day in return for your kind words

[starrylothcat]

Ollo! I GIVE THEE A SMUTTY PROMPT

❛ you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good boy / girl who just wants to be eaten. ❜

With... 👀👀👀👀👀💀👀👀👀

Fox or Hunter or an oc of choice if you'd rather

Alright there goes my bravado times to slink back to the blankets

😘💜💜💜

Beautiful Meal

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Smut, hardly any plot. Oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), kissing, Hunter being horny (what’s new). Reader wears a dress, though dress and reader aren’t described. Established relationship.

WC: 956

Summary: You were supposed to be gathering intel for a mission, but Hunter has other ideas.

A/N: Moonlight my darling! This prompt is so delicious…thank you for inspiring some thots. I had to choose Hunter…because you know me. I just can’t help myself. I hope you enjoy it!

The moment Hunter’s hand traced up your thigh under your dress, you knew what he wanted.

You were in a casino, sitting at a dirty booth trying to gather intel. Or that was the intended plan.

Hunter’s eyes haven’t left your body since you slipped into a dress to blend in at the gambling den. You knew his senses were honed in on you, rather than the crime lord you were trying to track down.

You locked gazes with him, his eyes seemingly glowing in the dark, smoky shadows of the casino. His hand was now tracing further up your thigh, dangerously close to your panty line.

“Hunter…” you warned, knowing you were powerless against his touch, wanting, needing more.

Hunter smirked, grazing his finger over your thin, silken panties.

“You’re wet. I can feel it. I can smell it.” He whispered, leaning into your ear, his lips barely brushing against your lobe. Goosebumps erupted up your legs as he began rubbing small, deliberate circles over your clothed clit.

You bit your lip, trying to stifle the moan that was threatening to leave your throat, not wanting to attract attention.

Luckily, your booth was at the back of the seedy gambling institution, and given how dark it was in there, no one would know what was going on unless they had a reason to look at you.

“We…we need this info.” You managed to whisper, his finger still languidly rubbing over your now very wet panties. “We can’t be distracted.”

You were trying to stay professional, but crumbling by the second. It was hard when your boyfriend was now slipping his finger under your panties, reveling in the small sounds you couldn't hold back.

Hunter hummed, his body pressed into your side.

“I’ve been distracted since you slipped into this dress, sweetheart.”

You were gripping your drink so hard you thought you might shatter it, your breath becoming labored.

“Besides, we’ve been here for a while, and from what I can tell, we have the info we need for Cid.”

“Hunter, we - “ Your words were cut off by a sharp gasp as his thick finger probed your entrance.

“What was that?” He teased, teasing you with his finger in such a way you wanted to scream.

“Let’s get out of here.” You whined, knowing you sounded desperate.

Hunter hummed and pressed a kiss right under your ear. “Lead the way, sweetheart.”

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Soon, you were back in the small motel room you were sharing, splayed out on the small bed. Your dress was shoved up past your hips as Hunter kissed and nipped up and down your thighs.

He had already thoroughly lavished your neck, leaving love marks precisely where they could be covered by your normal clothing.

He was now working on your thighs, saving himself for his eventual feast between your legs.

Your panties were still on, thoroughly soaked by now, needing him to continue what he started earlier.

“Hunter…” you whined, his lips now ghosting over your clothed cunt. “Please…” Hunter licked a stripe up your clothed pussy, groaning at your taste.

He sat up slightly, gazing at you and your disheveled form with heavy eyes.

You were beautiful.

The way your lips parted as you panted, your cheeks and chest flushed a deeper color, your hair a mess, the desperation in your eyes for him to please you in the ways only he knew how.

“You’re gorgeous like this, you know that?” Hunter mumbled, hooking his fingers under your panties and sliding them down your legs.

“All spread out like a good girl…” His lips met your lower ones, kissing your pussy, sliding his tongue up and down. “A good girl who just wants to be eaten.”

Hunter gripped your hips to keep you in place as he plunged his tongue into you, feeling your body convulse with pleasure as he began his meal.

Your moans and gasps were a melody, your fingers gripping his hair and head tightly, anchoring yourself even more to him, trying to bring his face even closer to your aching core.

The sounds were obscene, your choked cries and the wet sounds of his mouth working you to release.

When Hunter began working your clit with the tip of his tongue, he knew you would be coming undone soon.

He could hear your breathing hitch, your heart rate change, the scent of your arousal becoming impossibly stronger.

With a final circle of his tongue over your clit, your orgasm crashed over you, wave after wave of hot bliss starting at your core and pulsating through your body.

Hunter greedily drank every drop you gave him, still working you with his mouth until you were gently pushing him away from you.

You lay boneless and satisfied as Hunter crawled up your body to lay next to you. He traced his finger up your arm, letting you catch your breath.

You smiled, turning your head toward him. “You’re impossible, you know that?” You let out a breathy laugh. “I can’t take you anywhere.”

Hunter chuckled, kissing your shoulder. “Are you complaining?”

You reached down to palm the large bulge that was tenting his pants. “Of course not, darling.”

You watched Hunter’s eyelids flutter close and his brows knit together as you rubbed along his length, which you knew was aching for attention.

“Now, be a good boy and lay down. It’s your turn to spread out nice and pretty for me.” You gently squeezed his cock, a deep groan escaping his lips.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” Hunter rumbled as you sat on top of him, ready to deliver him the same attention he gave you.

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[flurry-of-stars]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: Dad Sigma x Fem Reader 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮: Family fluff, non-Ability AU, OC child (Lucia), just a dad looking after his newborn daughter, overprotective Sigma, mentions of the past (including slightly altered canon events) mentions of weapons (gun, coin bombs) 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: About 2k 𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: I missed my man. I also wrote this way back in May jdnfjsdf Technically a sequel to this fic Inspired by a prompt I saw by @/bwoahtastic. Though I ended up rewording it a little! (´◡`) The prompt line was "Stay in bed, you dealt with them for 9 months. Now it's my turn."

It’s late. The world is in a state of complete tranquility. There’s the faint chirping of crickets outside, singing their soft, nightly melodies.

The distant sound of a car turning into an underground parking garage. The faintest noise of two teenagers, out and about, giggling and laughing down on the city street below. The atmosphere down here was completely different from that of the Sky Casino. Even on nights when he wouldn’t stay up working himself until he passed out at his desk, the entire casino would be as silent as the moon in the night sky.

It was so silent there he was certain you would be able to hear the flutter of a butterfly’s wings. He would draw his long black-out curtains closed, fill the oil diffuser with the blissful scents of vanilla and caramel and curl up in his soft, king-sized bed, his sheets wrapping around his body like one big, warm hug. It was a place of pure comfort and peace. He wasn’t sure he liked how much things had changed. A week before your due date, you insisted on moving into the new apartment that you and Sigma had purchased together. He had initially wanted to wait until after the birth of your daughter, but soon realized it was probably a good idea to stay at the apartment while the baby was still so young. Especially when he held the tiny baby girl for the first time. She was so fragile, so tiny and precious. An angel, he'd thought. The thought of something happening to her up on the Sky Casino and not receiving the medical attention she needs in time had sent the general manager into a spiral. So he agreed. Unfortunately, you’d gone into labour when no more than the nursery’s furniture had been bought and built.

So here Sigma was, trying to sleep on this old double bed mattress, with a frame that creaked and a mattress that sagged in the middle, and sheets that were made for a king-sized bed that he'd brought from the casino. Not to mention the odd smells he was catching a whiff of now and then. The drifting smells of tobacco from the lower apartments. The hints of diesel smoke whenever that one car from the complex over backfired.

And for the love of all that was right in the world, he was so sure whoever was cooking all that garlic must be fighting off a vampire invasion or something! He groans in displeasure, longing for his bedroom above the clouds until he feels you squirming at his side. He looks down at you, huddled up against him, arms gently wrapped around his frame.

He notices the exhaustion still present on your face. The discomfort. You needed all the rest you could get; the birth of your daughter had not been easy. With a gentle hand, he reaches over, running delicate fingers through your locks of hair. He twirls the lock slowly between his fingers, smiling affectionately down at you, his beloved wife. For all that was wrong with this apartment, you made everything feel right. He watches as a sleepy, sweet smile rises up onto your lips, your body squirming closer to his, a faint chuckle rolling off his tongue. However, before he loses himself to this precious moment completely, his ears twitch to the sound of soft whining coming from the bassinet next to the bed.

His gaze doesn’t leave you as you begin to stir almost instinctively. He can’t help but smile at how strongly your motherly instincts are shining through. Sigma leans down, pressing his lips to your cheek, his voice a soft whisper, “Shhh love. Go back to sleep…” “Mrm…but Lucia…” You mumble, your tone aching with exhaustion. Smiling tenderly at you, Sigma kisses your cheek again. “You need your sleep, Cara Mia,” he whispers softly, his ears twitching again as he hears the newborn's whimper growing more distressed. “You stay here. You did the hard work of carrying her for nine months. Now it’s my turn.” He watches over you as you grumble and whine but slowly settle back into bed, drifting back into the land of dreams. Running his fingers through your hair a final time, he gets up, the bed frame creaking as he steps towards the ruffled bassinet, catching a glimpse of his wiggling newborn daughter within. Her little hands, covered in her cute mittens wiggle, her cute little eyes looking around as she tries to reach up, whining and whimpering in distress.

With a soft smile and a gentle hum on his lips, Sigma very carefully reaches into the bassinet, carefully picking his daughter up. One hand supports her head and neck, the other cradles her bottom as he holds her to his chest, gently rocking her, “Shhh, shh…there, there my little angel. It’s okay…you’re okay…” As Lucia’s whimpers start growing louder, Sigma cringes. He was doing this right, wasn’t he? As you inhale deeply, his grey eyes dart anxiously towards you. Were you waking up again? No. No, he could handle this. The floorboards creak softly as he hurries towards the bedroom door, using his foot to slide the ajar door open before disappearing into the darkness of the apartment, Lucia still squirming and fussing in his arms. He rocks her softly, “Shh little one. The world is still at rest.” Maybe she was hungry? He hurries towards the fridge, remembering that you had pumped before you went to bed this evening and sure enough, he finds a few bottles full of breastmilk in the side door.

He turns, inserting the baby bottle into the bottle warmer. He was glad he managed to convince you was a necessary purchase. As he waits for the bottle to warm up, he rocks Lucia, her whining teeters on becoming a cry. He paces around, running his index finger so gently over her head, “There, there my little angel. It’s coming as fast as it can…” A sob escapes her, the mere sound of it shattering Sigma’s heart. He pulls her closer, kissing her forehead as he hums for her. Truth be told, Sigma was more than a little self-conscious about his singing and humming. Even after all your reassurance that he has a beautiful voice, he still couldn’t bring himself to believe it. But he was desperate to soothe his distressed daughter. So he hums for her, softly and sweetly. It's a gentle lullaby he’d heard one of his guests playing for their newborn a few years back. The melody had captured his heart, and he'd fallen in love with it.

He bounces her softly, keeping her head over his heart as her distressed whimpers quiet down. He paces the length of the small kitchen, keeping an eye on the bottle warmer as little Lucia starts trying to gnaw on her mitten.

He chuckles, encouraging her hand away from her mouth as he asks in a soft, loving voice, “Hmm…so mama’s influenced you to like my humming too, huh..? You really are her daughter…” As he murmurs those playful words, his eyes widen as Lucia opens her eyes, gazing up at her father. His heart stops as he meets his daughter’s soft grey eyes, just like his own.

His loving smile grows as he leans in, kissing her on the forehead as he chuckles, “But you’re also daddy’s girl too…my, what beautiful eyes you have, my angel…” At this, Lucia squeaks, earning another chuckle from her father. The bottle warmer finally beeps, encouraging Sigma over. Making sure to keep a warm, supportive hold on Lucia, he checks the temperature of the bottle just to be safe, moving towards the small rocking chair in the otherwise barren lounge area. Sitting down, he very carefully begins feeding Lucia, holding the bottle on a tilt as the baby care books he’d studied instructed him.

He listens to the soft sounds Lucia makes as she feeds, her tiny eyes closing. His eyes stay on her the entire time. Eventually, he relaxes completely, satisfied that he is doing a good job. “My little Lucia,” he whispers, the warmth of his daughter's tiny body pressing against his chest causing a wave of love to rush through his body. He watches over his newborn daughter with a protective, fatherly gaze, “Do you know how much we waited for you? How excited we were when we found out you were on the way?” He pauses as Lucia scrunches up her face. It was as if the tiny baby knew he wasn't being entirely honest. He chuckles quietly before he adds, “Okay, excited and scared, I suppose.” “But how could I not be afraid? Look at how tiny you are. Your little hands. That button nose…how fragile you are. I’m still scared to hold you sometimes..” He admits softly as the baby girl grunts softly. Sigma isn't sure if she's just enjoying her meal or agreeing with her father about her cuteness. His fingertips tremble anxiously as he softly caresses her head, being extremely gentle, “But when I look at you, my girl, the world feels right.” “I’ve made...many mistakes, my girl. Some that still haunt me to this day.” His gaze turns towards the glass balcony door, a heavy sigh escaping him, a faint shiver of fear running down his spine. Even now, some nights when he closed his eyes, he saw glimpses of the night you were almost killed in your search for the truth. In your determination to prove his innocence. That he had nothing to do with the coin bomb incident.

He still sees you, down on your knees, gun pointed between your eyes, refusing to hand over the evidence you'd worked so hard to get your hands on.

The evidence that would save him from a life behind bars. His voice is full of sorrow as he whispers, “Everyday, I wake up with the fear that my home will be shattered and torn from me for a second time…and I worry...I won't be able to stop it from happening again..." He shakes his head, his grey eyes firm with a fiery determination. He looks back at Lucia, noticing that she’s almost done drinking her milk, “But I swear to you, my angel, I will never let anything happen to you or your mother. I will fight to my last breath to keep you both safe if it comes to that.” “I don’t care if the world has to burn. I won’t let anyone hurt either of you again…” Suddenly, he blinks in surprise as Lucia finishes her bottle, yawning cutely up at him. His heart, blazing with the fire of an overprotective father and husband, is doused immediately. Putting the bottle aside, he lifts her, gently patting her back to help burp her. “I’m sorry Lucia, papa got a little too caught up in his emotions.” He smiles awkwardly, sighing as his hand rhythmically rubs and pats her little back. He takes a deep breath, those flames of protection calming back into the warmth of love, “I promise you Lucia, I’ll give you the best life you could ask for.” “Your mother and I will hold your hands and guide you every step of the way. You’ll never want for anything. I’ll make sure you grow up to be a strong girl. A smart girl. I’ll protect you from the dangers of this world and make sure you grow up to have a good heart, just like your mama…”

As the baby finally burps, Sigma chuckles, returning to cradling her before he begins rocking back and forth gently. She gazes up at her father, her little grey eyes twinkle as an adorable, toothless smile spreads across her face. His heart swells as he leans closer to her, kissing her little button nose. She makes a soft sound as she wiggles, her smile seeming to grow. “Papa will always be here for you. I’ll always be in your corner, my precious daughter, supporting you and cheering for you no matter what. I will always be so proud of you, my little angel. You are a blessing. A gift I never dreamed I’d receive…” Little Lucia yawns, curling up against her father. A few sleepy sounds escape her, her hands tucking in close to her chest as she drifts back to sleep.

Sigma’s lips quirk up into a warm, loving smile once more as he leans in, kissing her on the forehead one last time, “I love you, Lucia…with every fiber of my being. Not a day will go by that I don’t thank your mother and the universe for blessing us with you…” A soft yawn escapes Sigma as he continues rocking back and forth gently, finally feeling at ease. Sure, he was unsatisfied with the current state of the apartment. He was missing the Sky Casino and the familiarity he knew. But he wouldn’t trade Lucia or his wife for anything in the world. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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[buriedpair]

Jackpot and Gambit my loves<33 I have two hands for them specifically!!

What if MC was working as a bartender? Cheerful little thing, mixing up concoctions to a drinker's heart. Like those cool bartender games...

Imagine OCs sitting at the bar and sharing a drink with them after work. What stories would they tell them? What secrets would they share? Flirty glances, gentle touches?

Sorry if it's too unspecific ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

- stargazer anon

OOH HI STARGAZER ANON!!! I was trying to think of a ship name for Jackpot and Gambit but "Jackbit" and "Gampot" does NOT appeal. Ideas?

I like this prompt very much, thank you for suggesting it!

Yandere!OCs x GN Reader

Amias

He's not afraid of a little alcohol. Or a lot of alcohol. Plus, imagining you all giggly and affectionate... It's too difficult to say no when you offer to make him a drink. In fact, he barely considered the word 'no' when you suggested you share a couple mojitos. A couple turned into many, and eventually he's drunk off of more than just the alcohol.

The drinks get sloppier as the night goes on, but he doesn't care. You made it, after all.

It starts with his hand brushing yours when you reach for your shared glass. Your hand is warm, practically desperate for him to hold it. So, of course he does!

When you squeeze his hand every time you lose your balance on your bar stool, trying to stay upright, he loses years off of his life.

The night grows quiet as the bartender goes home for the night, but you and Amias remain. You quietly share stories with tired breaths, leaning further and further into each other.

You rest your head on his shoulder, and he rests his head atop yours. It's uncomfortable, but he doesn't care.

He takes a taxi to your home with you at dawn. He has to make sure you get home safe! Don't ask how he knows where you live. That's not important.

You may not remember that night later, but he certainly does.

Edge

Edge doesn't deal much with alcohol. It slows your movements and makes you less sharp. He does, however, deal with you frequently. Naturally, when you ask if you can make him a drink, he turns it on you.

"Do YOU want a drink?"

At your reply of chuckles and sweet refusals, he sighs and allows you to make him one drink, so long as he can also get you one... or a few.

He indulges in your sober secrets, revealed with a little bit of liquid courage. You whisper things he was never meant to know, and he holds every secret within a locked chest in his mind. You place his hand on his, and he so graciously intertwines his fingers with yours.

When the sun starts to rise, he takes you home.

It seems you're full of surprises, because when he drops you off at your home, you reveal the most enticing secret yet.

"Bye, love you!"

He waves and smiles in return.

How sweet.

Double Down

It's a well-known fact around the casino that, on occasion, DD will come to work tipsy. He's practically notorious for skipping off on a slow day to go flirt with you at the bar and try to convince you to give him free drinks. Plus, you look so cool when you make them! Just one? Please?

You don't relent most times, but this time DD is off and you're about to be. You mix him and yourself a drink and join him at the bar.

He's elated! And cuddly. He's attached to your arm, complimenting your drink and nuzzling his face against your shoulder. He doesn't hesitate to drink the whole thing.

When you finish yours, he asks if he can have your cherry stem. You look at him with a confused smile, but he appears to be 100% serious.

Well, DD has always been weird. You give him your cherry stem, and he grins and puts it in his pocket.

At the end of the night, you're more sober than him. Before you can offer to call him a cab, he kisses your cheek and waltzes off.

"Thanks for the drinks, babes! Let's do this again, okay?"

Jackpot

Patrons are accustomed by this point to Jackpot coming over to the bar during your shifts. Since he's technically not on the clock, it's not like he can get in trouble. He probably wouldn't anyway, Gambit is his best friend!

He leans against the bar, asking you question after question as you prepare all sorts of drinks. He asks anything he can think of, half hoping to distract you and half hoping you'll slip up so he can store that memory for later.

You let out a fond sigh, and finally offer to make him a drink in the last couple minutes of your shift. Jackpot lights up immediately, nodding vigorously.

You hand him a drink and take a seat beside him so he can continue to rattle off questions as the night goes on. You end up getting lost in your conversation, and before you know it, it's late.

Jackpot's gotten significantly closer to you over time. You can feel his glove against your arm. He's only had one drink, but it seems he doesn't hold his alcohol very well. He's swaying and smiling. It's almost cute.

You take him home, as the one responsible for getting him drunk (somehow? It was one drink!)

He insists you stay at he and Gambit's house for the night, showing you around his room and inevitably you fall asleep next to him.

He fiddles with your sleeve as you sleep. Duh, of course one drink didn't get him drunk. But the way you looked at him...

Aha.

Gambit

Gambit was checking up on things. He's not always at the casino, but today Jackpot insisted he come with to 'mingle' with a certain bartender. Gambit doesn't know why, but he doesn't mind. He thinks your a stand-up person and a good worker and very attractive and--

Uh. Anyways.

Jackpot drops him off at the bar. He feels out of place and uncomfortable, until you sweetly offer him a drink. It seems all of his fears go away, and he's practically swooning. Not that he knows what it feels like to swoon.

He's well aware that your shift is almost over, he has your schedule memorized. You pull out the stool beside him and join him at the bar, much to his surprise. He tries to avoid eye contact, but you look so perfect in this lighting and he just wants to hold you.

You laugh, asking him how the drink is.

"It's very good." He mutters, adjusting his collar. Why are you so close? More importantly, why does he feel like he needs you to be closer?

You've noticed his flushed face, and you offer to take him home.

Of course he absolutely CANNOT take you up on that offer. His room is a mess of pictures of you, and there's no way he's letting you in there.

At his refusal, you pout. You flag Jackpot over, who's been standing a bit away this entire time for some reason, and ask him to make sure Gambit gets home safe.

Jackpot takes one look at Gambit and knows he's practically about to explode from being this close to you for too long. He thanks you and escorts the poor guy away.

He has enough pictures for Gambit now anyways.

[mythalsknickers]

For DADWC and OC of your choice: “Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself”

TITLE: Lavender and Sleepless Nights PAIRING: Crow! Rook x Lucanis Dellamorte/Spite RATING: Teen? WARNINGS: Injured Main Character, Hurt Comfort, Spoilers for Act 1 of Dragon Age Veilguard Quest Sea of Blood Word Count: 1,530

The contract had been completed, both Lucanis' and his own, taking the long way to the Diamond had been chosen for the fact, well going the short way could be challenging and with Lucanis just being freed. The risk was not worth it. It was safer to take the long way and it gave them all some time to decompress a little.

Slipping into the casino through the back door, Teigue lead them to the stairs. Once upon a time he had the number of steps counted and memorized, now though he could not remember how many stairs there was, taking a slight breath he started the ascent to the top of the Diamond.

"I did not know it was possible to build this many stairs." He glanced back towards Bellara and Lucanis' chuckle caught him off guard, his cheeks growing warm. Some things never changed in a year it seemed. Twisting back he felt a sharp pain, biting his cheek, face scrunched up he reached down adjusting his belt leaving his hand resting against his hip. It had been a risk it would open back up, but they would not be here long and he could fix it when they got back to the Lighthouse.

"Some of the houses make the fledglings walk the steps to build stamina." that warmth made it hard to focus on the task of getting up the staircase and to Viago and Teia harder, even harder to focus on keeping pressure on his hip. Darkspawn looking nug cursed Venatori. Teigue hummed his agreement shifting his hand pushing more into the hip. Slowly as the climbed the sounds of the casino filtered away and the sounds should have replaced with the sounds of dueling, petty arguing over how to sew banners, and comparing mark throws.

His shoes hit marble and he took a breath looking over at the zipline. "Teigue, we are never taking the stairs again, in fact I am letting Harding cook tonight." His eyes widened as he jerked to look at Bellara, biting his cheek to silence the hiss burning in his throat. "Bells! That is cruel!" he protested watching as Lucanis, he was tense a hint of a smile pulling at his lips, but even Teigue had felt the growing apprehension with how quiet the climb had been. Sliding his hand away from the wound it rested on his spellblade as they started the last flight of steps.

Lucanis had gone ahead of him if only by a few steps, and Teigue peaked around him. The top floor of the Diamond was in disarray, and he could hear Teia and Viago yelling at each other or someone else. His brows knitted locking gazes with Lucanis, it was a moment of both of them speaking with only a few looks. Straightening up Teigue took a purposefully heavy step onto the balcony.

The realization of Catarina dead...it had made for a quiet trip back to the crossroads and the Lighthouse. He stared into the mirror taking a shaky breath, starting the process of removing layers of leathers and the linen shirt. Small whimpers met with his furrowed brows, and hisses were greeted with clenched teeth, he was pale. It had taken longer to get back than he had wanted. Crimson stained the linen shirt.

Pain. Anger. Sorrow Catarina brought all those emotions, she was an intense woman and now the seat of First Talon was vacant. Carefully he turned to his mirror, twisting and gently pressing along the edges of the cut, eyes watering as he hiss. It went deep, and felt too hot, there was the familiar tinge sickening pink. "Meirda!" He growled pulling his fingers away. The mage bane explained his present lack of appetite and the fade around the Lighthouse looking nauseatingly displaced. He could feel blood rushing to the would from his prodding, placing his hand over it he tired to bend down to pull his pack up onto the couch. He knew he had a linen bandages that would tied him over while he gathered herbs from the kitchen. Biting his cheek he pulled the bag up, another small whimper leaving his lips. Digging through it he finally found the linen wrap or at least one of them. It was methodical, he had done this before. Start from the dominant side, apply a safe amount of pressure while he wrapped the bandage.

He tried to wait until he was sure no one lingered in the courtyard before dipping out of the library and walking as quickly as the injury would allow to the kitchen. His brows knitted as he pushed against the door until it opened enough for him to slip through. Carefully he closed it. Now he just needed to head over to the stove and gather the elfroot, yarrow, lavender and a little honey for the salve. Creeping across the room it was not until about half way a wisp caused him to jump and the board creaked. Hissing in antivan under his breath he waited. Blood. Why ROOK. Blood? Spite pushed against his mind through the fade. Fuck. He tried to convey it was nothing to worry about. He quickly finished crossing the room and began to look around the cabinets before spotting the herbs where he could not reach. Narrowing his eyes, a sigh left the mage as he took another breath and forced him up onto the counters, his hip and side starting to feel like fire, and he was growing dizzy. Leaning against the wall he pulled a few sprigs of elfroot down.

"Fine Spite, I will look." He jerked his head to the pantry door, oh meirda. The maker was funny. Reaching up he wobbled pulling some lavender down. "Teigue what are yo--Meirda!" Oh shit, He did not have much time to get the last of the herbs he needed.

"It looks worse then tis. I promisse" He reached to grab the yarrow and the dull fire twisted turning into a sharp shard like pain causing him to fold in on himself, hand pressing against the bandages realizing they where damp and sticky. He could admit that was not good. He was not entirely sure when Lucanis closed the space between them but he felt an arm around his hips. "Meirda estupidus." the older crow growled pulling him down into his arms. They felt warmer than he remembered. "Teigue how long has this been bleeding?" Lucanis shifted his arms getting him into a carry, with an arm supporting his back and one at the base of his knees. His face felt hot was he blushing. Fuck. "Ehhhh it opened at the diamante thought there was a..." his brain struggled for the common word. "Potion in my bag." He managed as his back made contact with a blanket. "'Spite what you are thinking...Imm completely capable of taking care of myself." He grumbled only to be acknowledged by a hum and the flash of a dagger was the only warning he had before the linens were cut away.

"Meirda, Teigue! no wonder it opened up." The older crow glared at well it was hard to put to words what they were, with a suffering sigh as blood inner mingled with the ooze of mage bane trailed down his hip. Teigue winced as the man dug through a bag before producing a potion. It was pressed to his lips. "Drink." It brokered no argument, the potion tasted like elfroot and dawn lotus his nose wrinkling as he downed it. Then he felt hands back on his gash pushing along it for to pull the last of mage bane out, teigue whimpered, biting his lip holding as still as possible. Liquid splashed across the wound and he felt like he screamed maybe just hissed but he did try to get up only to be met with a hand on his chest. "Stay Put." The edge in the voice and the way Lucanis stared at him pinned him in place. There was sharp stabbing pain. "If you squirm Teigue, I will miss and have to re do the stitches." He did try to hold still, counting helped or rather it did if he didn't lose count around fifteen.

"He has been asleep for awhile Bellara." Lucanis' voice cut through the warm breeze of the treviso summer. "Mage bane can take alot out of a mage, especially if it was in his system awhile, It will take him a bit to wake up." He heard the boards shift and felt the weight of Lucanis leaning against the bed. "mio cielo..." that sounded like a lecture and he could not stop the yawn.

"Mhm Lucanis?" he yawned again reaching up to rub his eyes. Their relationship was complicated but...they were always there for each other. "Finally awake, here eat an orange, it will help. Don't do that again." The orange was held to him and he grabbed it peeling it and starting to snack on it. "I will do my best, are you going to let me up." Lucanis leaned back looking at him, those brown eyes just deadpan. "Right. I will stay here tonight."

[jev-urisk]

Morreial's heist supplies: Tag Game ✨️

Original game by @thecomfywriter (Post HERE). Thanks for the tag @the-golden-comet!

Premise: Write your OC using these tools (from Ch. 18 of Throne of Vengeance) to commit a heist involving an armored vault. A piece of string, a lantern, oil, matches, a book, a cup, an enchanted shovel, and a pair of gloves. And, a navy blue Henley

Love, LOVE this prompt. It's perfect for Kazimier💋, my shapeshifting incubus OC from my WIP 🌐7 Circles🌐

It's kinda spoiler-y, because it goes over some of Kazimier's abilities and really shows the kind of bastard he is. You've been warned.

Tonight is your final meeting with this criminal. Kazimier smirks behind his drink, an appraising glint in his mismatched eyes. "You wanna know how I did it?" he teases. He knew you did, but wanted to hear you say it anyway.

"How did you steal it?"

He leans back, swirling his glass. "So the safe in this fancy hotel was owned by a Nexi couple, right? They shipped the damn thing down from Nexis years ago an' had it installed in their always-booked penthouse suite. I woulda' sacked it a decade ago but this safe has an arcane lock, capisce?"

You shake your head no, and he rolls his eyes.

"Magic technology, unpickable. An' the only way to open this particular lock is to touch their wedding rings to this weird circle on the front, yeah? So the first thing I do is track down a mediocre fairy lantern replica."

"Wait, what?" you can help uttering, and it earns you a scoff.

"What? It's not like faeries are real, an' if they were they'd appreciate how stupid some folks are over their alleged arda'facts. The husband was one such stupid folk, and after broadcastin' that someone on the black market found a new lantern, a few fake death threats, and a well-placed comment made by a poker dealer- I got him to agree to a meeting in a car. One of them fancy Nexi ones that comes with a driver an' I made sure the person at the wheel is one on my payroll. I arrive as a representative of the auction house, shapeshifted to look like a vampiress."

"Wait, so you-"

"Had tits, yes. Along with long brown hair, skinny ankles, and a pencil skirt shorter than your attention span."

You grimace, "I wasn't going to ask about you having, uh.."

"-AAAnnyway, the moment I set down my briefcase bag it starts leakin' a sleeping gas and I keep him distracted. Soon enough he's out like a light and I crack open the hollowed out copy of 'Auctions Uncatalogued: A Dry Fuckin' History Book' for a few supplies. I knew he was a thicc bastard, so I came prepared with some oil and string to get the ring off, as well as gloves to keep the guy's taste outta my brain."

"What does that mean??"

"I'm not gonna explain how to get little rings offa big fingers, bud. Ask the internet. OH, I also filched his shirt- a blue henley kinda' thing, and his slacks. The car keeps movin' and I use his weird-Nexi-phone to call his broad, who is very occupied in some high-stakes gambling and tell 'er using her husband's voice that I need her ring to make an exchange of some Nexan technology in the safe for the super legit fairy lamp some vampire just showed me. I shapeshift into the husband, put on his clothes, and am in and out of the casino without the broad suspecting a thing. She hands me the ring, I complain bitterly about her not spendin' enough time with me, she tells me not now and goes back to her gambling. Perfect marriage. An hour later I've exchanged their top-grade arcane technology for a dinky old lamp and am waitin' around for the wife to show up." Kazimier finishes, quirking his brow as he drinks some of his cocktail.

After a few moments it seems like he;s truly done, but it might be another instance of him leading you to egg him on. "Well what happened when the wife showed up?" you ask, hooked despite yourself.

Kazimier's grin widens, "She found a brown-haired vampress in her penthouse wearing nothing but her husbands blue henley." He takes in your expression and keeps going, "The broad probably would've killed me if I didn't 'confess' that her husband had just left for the bar in the lobby with the other girl. Boy did that lie get her back out the door in an instant. From there I put a little oil in a glass cup, light it with a match, an' drop the little moltov offa' the balcony. A signal to get in position. I count to sixty and jump off myself- make my getaway."

You lean back, taking in the convoluted mind you're sitting with tonight, somewhat stunned. "Wait- Why did you need to borrow my enchanted shovel, then?" you add, happy that it was returned to you clean and unharmed the moment you sat down but curious since Kazimier said it was needed for this heist.

"Oh, that? I killed the husband." Kazimier says with a casual shrug.

"You used my shovel to bury a Nexan?!" you hiss, leaning forward. This wasn't what you expected at all when Kazimier offered you a deal.

Kazimier leans forward, all the humor gone from his face, only the tilt of his head hinting at his amusement. "I used your very unique shovel to kill, a Nexan, sunshine." He kills his drink and with a parting chuckle you and your shovel are left behind, tools that have fulfilled their use and you realize with ice in your blood why Kazimier just told you everything.

Tonight is your final meeting with this criminal.

Taggames: Taggames: @katenewmanwrites @smellyrottentrees @wyked-ao3 @lychhiker-writes @cowboybrunch @zackprincebooks @urbiggestfan-01 @quillswriting @tragedycoded

[scn-thedog]

ok so casino and misc's kids are still to be determined and the same goes to tera's parents, but here's some loreee and facts

TERA has undetermined fertility problems, she inherited it from her parents and passed it down to tv

bingo did not have any children because she's the only one out of her siblings that didn't feel pressured into having kids

RECORD's family consists of only televisions, reason why BYTE is one

DC and lemonade got together really fast but eventually divorced because lemonade wasn't a good partner, and DC wasn't ready for a relationship

bingo is aroace (reason why she's the only one who didnt have kids)

bingo takes care of RECORD with BYTE's help (he provides money for repairing, food, etc.)

casino and DC went no contact with RECORD

the only healthy pairings here are aqua and dictionary and tv and lock

the reason why one of BYTE's antenna is shorter than the other is because RECORD broke it

tv knowns like literally next to nothing about her parental side of the family

RECORD and casino were born before the creation of recovery centers

DC, casino and BYTE all have very complicated relationships with their kids because of RECORD. DC, however, is the only one actively trying to be a good parent

tv inherited RECORD's coat colors (aka the color of her limbs)

snowglove is in a weird situationship with another one of my ocs, but i opted not to add them since they aren't actually together or have had any kids

as always lock isn't my oc..theyre tumblr user lemonxlimee's

[beefromanoff]

Project Mockingbird Ch. 1

summary: Natasha identifies a girl who needs their help and makes a case to the rest of the team. the problem? the girl who needs the help was genetically engineered to oppose their friend.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC

chapter list

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Three Months Earlier

The team filed into the conference room at The Avengers’ Compound in their usual order: Steve and Vision (fifteen minutes early), Peter, Bruce, Wanda, and Sam right on time, and Tony striding in five minutes late. 

“I have to admit, when I heard you wanted to see me, I was hoping for more of a one-on-one situation.” Sam joked as he plopped down in his chair. 

“Keep dreaming, Wilson.” She shot him a side-eyed glance, a shadow of a smile on her face. 

The room held a strange energy, remaining unusually quiet as everyone waited for Natasha to explain the reason for calling the meeting. Steve and Tony had historically been the only ones to call official team briefings. 

“I found a girl.” Natasha slid a stack of folders across the table. 

“Hey, love is love. As long as I can watch.” Tony grinned. 

“Shut up.” She ignored him and clicked a button on her computer, bringing a set video footage to life on the screen behind her. “Her name is Charlotte Julianna Rossi. She’s 21 years old, according to her Drivers’ License. According to her birth certificate, she’s closer to 100.” 

The room fell quiet, Steve and Natasha exchanging a sobering gaze. The screen on the wall showed several clips at once, all featuring a pretty young girl. Her hair was different colors across all of the clips, some showing her with long, blonde locks and some showing a cropped dark haircut with severe bangs, others showing varying shades of red. 

“She’s hardly been on the radar until the past two years. In that time period, she’s been hospitalized seventeen times for injuries consistent with overuse and extreme fatigue. Rhabdomyolysis, kidney damage, severe muscle strain, dehydration, the list goes on. Every single time, she’s admitted in a critical state but checks herself out against medical advice less than 24 hours later.” 

As the team shuffled through the documents in front of them, putting pieces together, Natasha continued. 

“I found her because she made headlines earlier this year after getting kicked out of Team USA Olympic trials for women’s gymnastics. They tried to cover it up, didn’t want to get any questions they didn’t have an answer for. From what I was able to gather, she came out of nowhere, competed at the last National Championship meet as an unaffiliated gymnast, and won every event with a perfect score. The entire gymnastics community was up in arms about it. They tried to figure out where she came from, where she trained, but there was nothing. No record. Of course, Team USA begged her to come to the tryout, she blew them away. Somehow, one of the families of the gymnasts at risk of losing their spot got her kicked off for use of performance enhancing drugs. The thing is, there’s no record of her ever even being tested.”

“No offense, Nat, but we aren’t exactly looking to start a Cirque Du Soleil Troupe here.” 

“Tony, shut the fuck up and let me finish.” She gave him an austere look as he put his hands up defensively. 

“Since then, she’s won a dozen amateur MMA matches, three boxing matches, and won fifteen straight games of poker before being banned from the majority of Vegas casinos. She’s making her money drifting, picking up random things and kicking everyone’s ass at them. Clearly, it’s not without a toll, if you look at her hospital records.”

She clicked a button and the screen shifted, sending a chill down everyone’s spine. A grainy document had been scanned in, the HYDRA symbol emblazoned on the top of the letterhead. 

“Project Mockingbird. It was pioneered two years after the Winter Soldier project. Specifically, it was initiated only ten days after a record seventeen HYDRA agents were critically injured trying to contain their primary test subject during an attempted escape.” 

Wanda spoke slowly. “You mean…”

“Bucky.” Steve breathed out. 

“Right.” Natasha was solemn. “I didn’t want to leave him out of this, but I didn’t know how he’d handle it. I figured it was better to tell him once we have more information.” 

Steve nodded, brow knit together in concern. 

“Okay, so I think I’m tracking all of this, but if you could - just so I’m clear, what exactly does all of this mean?” Peter leaned forward nervously. 

Taking a deep breath, Natasha answered. “This is just a hypothesis, but I don’t see much wiggle room. It appears that when HYDRA was working on the Winter Soldier project, on Bucky…they had difficulties containing him. Controlling him. When it became apparent that ordinary agents couldn’t do it, they took to experimenting on others. Orphans, mainly. People no one would miss. Trying to create something…someone to be able to stand against him.��

She pulled out a chair and sat for the first time, regarding all of them seriously. “They had dozens of test subjects. The majority of them didn’t survive the initial round of experimentation. A few others suffered complications in cryo. She’s the only one left.”

“Forgive me for being so forward,” Vision spoke up. “But, if I’m understanding correctly, we have reason to believe that Ms. Ross, she was created to oppose Sergeant Barnes.” 

“Yes.” Natasha avoided Steve’s eyes like her life depended on it. “I believe that Charlotte Julianna Rossi was enhanced by HYDRA as a sentient weapon with the primary purpose being containment and control of The Winter Soldier.” 

Present Day

“Thank you.” Natasha gave a polite smile to the driver as he opened the car door for her to step out. They’d arrived at the Wynn, one of - if not the nicest hotels on the Las Vegas strip. 

She’d wasted no time after the mission was approved, spending the majority of the flight putting on full glam and finishing it off with the perfect red lip. Black cocktail dress, gold heels that caught and reflected all the Vegas lights, studded clutch purse with cash, lipstick, and a pistol. Tony had offered to book her a hotel room through his connections, but she’d waved him off. 

They’d be back in New York by sunrise. 

It didn’t take long for her to locate Charlotte. Though 8pm was early by Vegas accounts, the casino was lively. Natasha dodged several attempted pick-up attempts by drunken gamblers as she wove through the tables to her end destination: the high stakes room. A sultry smile paired with her low cut dress made quick work of gaining entry. It wasn’t unusual for beautiful women to be welcomed into the high stakes room. The only thing rich men loved more than blowing money was doing it in front of a pretty audience. Nat slipped into the intimate room, the air full of cigar smoke and jazz music. 

Seated at a small table was a pretty brunette, eyes dark with smudged shadow and lips glossy. A martini sat in front of her, completely untouched, judging by the lack of a gloss print on the rim. Charlotte tapped the table in front of her, signaling for the dealer to give her another card. She already showed a nineteen, meaning standard play said she shouldn’t hit. The crowd murmured, exchanging glances. In the betting circle was a stack of $1,000 chips that Natasha estimated to be around $20,000. 

To the shock of everyone but Natasha and Charlotte, the dealer flipped a third card to reveal a two of diamonds. Blackjack. 

Charlotte grinned, leaning back and relishing in the applause as the dealer paled and began counting out chips to pay her. Nat cracked a smile but immediately felt a jolt in her stomach. The dealer had given a nod to the guard at the front, who was now touching his earpiece and speaking softly. She couldn’t hear him over the music, but his lips read clear as day: She must be counting. 

Acting quickly, Nat stepped to the table, making herself wobbly and heavy lidded.

“Ohmygod, THERE you are,” she put a hand on Charlotte’s shoulder, who immediately tensed. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere, c’mon, the girls are waiting with the Uber,”

She squeezed Charlotte’s shoulder and briefly broke character to give an urgent look, hoping she’d pick up on the fact that the drunk persona was intentional.

“Oh, look at the time,” She said in mock surprise. “It’s been fun, don’t have too much fun without me!” Her manicured hands slid stacks of chips into her purse, a few falling to the floor with wide-eyed spectators locked onto them. 

“Get yourself something nice, Gary.” She flicked a purple $1,000 chip to the dealer who fumbled to catch it. Out of the corner of her eye, Natasha saw two men approaching them from across the casino floor. She elbowed Charlotte, who tracked her gaze and clocked them immediately. 

Waving her arm, Natasha knocked the still-full martini glass onto the felt of the Blackjack table. The gin spewed across the cards and glass splintered on contact. “Oh, jeez, I’m so sorry, I really shouldn’t have taken that last shot,” She called the apology over her shoulder into the chaos that descended over the mess, linking her arm through Charlotte’s as she fumbled to close her small bag around the massive amount of chips. 

They slid out the door under the cover of the bachelorette party walking past, slipping right into the middle of the drunken parade. 

“What’s going on?” The brunette hissed through a fake smile, keeping the facade up. 

“You were about to get busted. I thought I’d help a girl out.” Nat said through her own plastered smile, eyes darting around the room in search of their next problem. 

“I know what I’m doing.” 

“I know. That’s why I’m here in the first place.” 

Charlotte side-eyed her as they walked through the casino, still covered by the herd of pink boas and giggles. 

“Stark sent you.” 

“No.”

“I’m not stupid, I-”

“He’s the stupid one. I wanted to come in the first place, it was him who thought the testosterone brigade was the way to go. We can get into that later, but right now we’ve gotta move. There’s two coming up -”

“Yeah, six o’clock. Two more probably waiting around the corner up ahead. If we cut through the floor, we can make it to the cashier before they get to us.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow, impressed at how they jumped to the same wavelength. “You still want to cash out?”

Charlotte grinned, a wild gleam in her eye. “Duh.” 

A few minutes later, they’d steered the group of girls to the cashier and fanned them out so that each of the six windows had two girls standing in front of it. Each of them with roughly $4,000 worth of chips in their hands. They got through the exchanges in record time, leaving the bachelorettes in a flurry of drunken “iloveyou’s” with a stack of bills to show their appreciation for the help. 

“That should cover the rest of their weekend.” Nat smirked as they strode quickly to the lobby, positioning her body slightly in front of Charlotte so as not to draw attention to the thick wads of cash she was zipping into her bag. 

“I don’t know, I can blow three grand pretty quickly on my own, let alone with ten of my closest friends.” 

“I don’t think I want ten friends.” 

Charlotte matched her pace, the bag finally zipped. “I don’t even know ten people, I just thought it sounded good.” 

They reached the front doors, nodding at the valet who held the door open for them. 

“I have a driver, this way.” Natasha cocked her head to the front of the valet line, full of sports cars and sleek SUVs. Glancing over her shoulder at the casino, the men seemed to have lost them in the crowd. Charlotte weighed her options quickly, deciding that taking a getaway car with the Avenger was preferable to whatever awaited her if she stayed.

They slid into the backseat of the black sedan, breathing quickly from adrenaline. 

“You’re back so soon, Ms. Romanoff.” The driver called from the front seat. 

“It was getting stale, figured I could find something more fun.” 

The driver’s eyes crinkled in a knowing smile in the rearview mirror. Charlotte had a feeling he knew much more than he should, choosing to live in ignorance. 

“You hungry?” the redhead asked nonchalantly. 

“Starving.” 

_________________

The duo sat in a secluded corner booth of a dark bar. The remnants of two burgers sat strewn across the plates, a few leftover fries getting cold. Natasha signaled to the bartender for another round of martinis, extra dirty. 

“Who knew the best burgers in Vegas would come from a strip club?” Charlotte downed the remnants of her drink to make room for the new one. 

“Hey, I’m no stranger to Vegas.” 

“So I can tell.” She shifted to sit up straighter. “Do you wanna get into your sales pitch now, or should we wait for the drinks?”

Natasha remained casual, leaning against the pristine leather of the booth. “There’s no sales pitch. Just an offer. Take it or leave it.” 

“And the offer is…?” 

“Come with me. Back to New York. Live at the compound. Be around people like you.”

Charlotte shook her head. “There are no people like me.” 

“Spare me the pity party bullshit.” Nat leaned in. “I don’t know the specifics of your story, but I know enough to tell you that we are like you.”

Taken aback by her forcefulness, the brunette narrowed her eyes. 

“Enhanced individual? Pretty much all of us. Dark, twisty past? We’ve got ‘em. Done things we aren’t proud of? Goes without saying. No friends, no family? We have a very dysfunctional Thanksgiving of our own.” She gave a small smile. “Experimented on, dehumanized, controlled, stripped of autonomy? Specifically by one particular Nazi rogue science division?” Natasha changed her tone, speaking gently. “One of my very best friends knows a little something about that, too.” 

Charlotte tensed, eyes glazed as she stared into the dark room in front of them. “James Barnes.” It wasn’t a question. 

“We call him Bucky.” 

Chewing her lower lip, Charlotte seemed lost in her thoughts. A cocktail waitress interrupted with two fresh drinks, setting them down with a smile. Eyes still defocused, she reached out to sip the drink slowly. 

“I don’t think it’s smart.” 

“Why?” Natasha took a sip of her own. “There’s nowhere safer for you. The Compound is literally the most secure place on Earth, except maybe Wakanda, and before you say you’re worried about hurting someone there - don’t. We live with Dr. Banner, who you probably know as the Hulk. I’m sure you’re a force to be reckoned with, but I can assure you that even on your worst day you wouldn’t be putting us at risk.”

She spun the wooden stick adorned with olives between her fingers, thinking. “I don’t want to be an Avengers. I’m not a hero. I don’t want to fight.” 

“Then don’t.” Natasha shrugged. “I’m not a military recruiter. I just remember what it was like to be alone, scared. Unsure where to go or who to trust. I’m offering you a home and a group of people you can count on. Anything else is up to you.” 

Charlotte smirked. “You’re much better at this than the last three.” 

“Story of my life.” She rolled her eyes.

“So, what would happen if I said yes? Hypothetically.” 

“Well, hypothetically, I have a jet waiting at the private airfield. We’d go to whichever hotel you’re renting the penthouse out of, get your stuff, and fly back tonight.” 

“Why do you assume I’m renting out a penthouse?” 

Natasha grinned, biting an olive off the stick. “It’s what I would do.” 

Narrowing her eyes, Charlotte cocked her jaw. “I’m at the Cosmo.”

“Great choice.” She held her martini up, signaling for a toast. “How about this, we go out tonight. Do Vegas right. Do it big. If you have fun, you come back with me and try living with us. If you don’t have a good time, I’ll accept that I’m no better than the guys and go back on my own. We won’t bug you anymore, but the offer will always stand.”

“You know, a bet predicated on having fun in Las Vegas seems like a very unfair advantage.” She raised her own glass.

“I’ve never been much of a gambler.” 

“That makes one of us.” Charlotte grinned. “You’re on.” 

_________________

It was just after 4:00am when their dutiful driver opened the door on the tarmac. Heels in hand, two sets of bare feet walked up the steps into the sleek jet, Stark Industries emblazoned on the side. 

“I still can’t believe they kicked us out.” Charlotte rubbed her temples as she sunk into the white leather seat. 

“Well they don’t really encourage doing backflips off of the craps table.” Natasha sat down across from her. 

“Here I thought Vegas was the one place where anything goes.” She dropped her purse on the table in front of them, the thud echoing in the empty cabin. “At least we made out alright.” 

“I expect a cut for saving your ass.” 

“I’ll consider it.” 

“You like pancakes?” Natasha punched a few buttons on a screen embedded in the wall.

“Um, who doesn’t?” 

Grinning, the redhead slid her feet onto the seat, getting comfortable. “They’ll be ready in fifteen. Probably best if we get something in our stomachs besides tequila.”

“If I knew you were offering private jets and pancakes at four in the morning, I might have been an easier sell.” 

“What are you talking about? You hardly put up a fight.” She winked. 

“Whatever, you won fair and square. I’m just holding up my end of the deal.” Charlotte tucked her knees under her, relaxing into the chair as the plane ascended.

“We’ve got a couple hours back to New York. Eat, rest, and we’ll be there before you know it. If you aren’t up for meeting people when we land, I’ll sneak you to your room. You can socialize when you’re not coming off of an all-night bender.” 

“What, you don’t think I’d make a good first impression right now?” She joked, fully aware of her smeared eye makeup and tousled hair. 

“Au contraire, I think you’d make too good of an impression. I’m just trying to give the guys a fighting chance here.”

Giggles subsiding, Charlotte looked out the window at the pinpricks of light shrinking beneath them. The smell of pancakes and overly sweet syrup filled the air as a stewardess wheeled the food out towards them. 

“Natasha?” 

“Hm?”

“I’m glad you came.” 

She smiled, warmth extending to her eyes. 

“Me too.”  

[ratgingi]

worst girl ever moment . i love her so much (slings her at the wall like a splatball)

an oc ive had since like. 2019. who i just dialtownified. lil bit of info on her under cut

she's a townie who can only be found three times in game (1. during ch1 where you can go to her apartment and knock on her door. she will answer and instantly freak out, screaming and crying that the 'angel of death' found where she lives and will promptly slam the door in your face and lock it. this will also prompt jackson to interact with you if you havent already gone to his apartment. | 2. in kara's ch1, she is one of three townies who approaches kara toward the end of the date and asks for pictures. shes also the one who spots gingi after the eggs are laid and freaks out about it which prompts the ending interaction with kara. | 3. in cora's ch2, she appears in the gas station. typegingi encourages cora to attempt flirting with her and when she realizes whats going on she laughs it off and insists they try it on someone better ["You seem lovely, but you really shouldn't waste your efforts here! I'm like, the absolute worst."] and when cora turns back to typegingi for assistance, she notices them, freaks out, and runs out of the building)

she was originally supposed to have a ladder for a head to play on the superstition of walking under one being bad luck but it was decided the effort to put an actual ladder on her was too much and she got a stepstool instead

while she adores bright colors and cute aesthetics she has a morbid curiosity about death and decay, and is terrified of her own mortality. as such she actively avoids places she thinks shes most likely to die at (namely the morgue, the cinema, the woods, the casino, the funfair, and town hall), but will go to them if accompanied by a friend

she tends to act a little dumb but is actually pretty smart, though she has a habit of only busting out intelligence if she notices she might be put in danger otherwise

she Adores flowers, and works at a little florists shop in downtown with another oc of mine :-)

[tracythecutefairy]

Here’s an Overwatch self insert OC I made to ship with Junkrat.

Bio under the cut (warning for mention of alcoholism):

Name: Tracy Ann O’Connor

Alias: Poker Face

Age: 29

Height: 5’5”

Weight: 135 lbs

Birthday: 07/17

Nationality: American

Sexuality: Bisexual

Base: Las Vegas, Nevada (Junktertown, Australia after marrying Junkrat in the future)

Occupation: Thief, mercenary, gang member (formally)

Affiliation: Dead Lock Gang (formally)

Role: Damage

HP: 250

Weapons -

Main: Tommy gun

Sides: Flash grenades (temporarily stuns enemies and blurs their vision for 5 seconds)

Healing booster drink (can give it to a team mate)

Ultimate: Rocket launcher

Personality:

Poker Face is a quiet, introverted woman that doesn’t want to start trouble but has no problem ending it. She has trained herself to never express herself on the battlefield or on missions, hence the name “Poker Face”. She wants her enemies to know that they are nothing to her and that’s all they’ll ever be. She never shows it but she’s always stressed out and anxious about various things. She tends to overthink everything and always beats herself up for being awkward with others. She gets angry and annoyed very easy too but you would never know it.

Most people think of her as a cold hearted, ruthless killer with no remorse or feeling because of her reputation. She really is a caring person though and is very kind to those she loves. Everything she does is to protect and care for her family. She can actually be very expressive when she’s not “working” and has a good sense of humor. She does have a resting bitch face though.

She’s not too favorable of Overwatch or Talon. She just wants to do her own thing and doesn’t like others bossing her around. She got enough of that from Ashe.

Background:

Tracy was born in Southern California but lived in Colorado most of her life. Her father is of Irish descent hence the last name. She grew up mostly lower class because her parents struggled with finances constantly. This has caused her to become obsessed with getting money and to ensure her family never goes through financial strife again.

Despite being raised in a mountain town, she was always more of an indoor person and preferred playing video games, reading books or playing card games. A couple things she had going for her above most others was being good with firearms and knowing how to survive in the wild. She eventually encountered the Dead Lock Gang and was taken in by Ashe herself when she was 17 years old.

Ashe had her trained in combat and taught her all the ways to pull heists. She was given the nickname “Poker Face” after earning a reputation for being expressionless on missions. Her family is completely unaware of her criminal activities and believe that she was at a good university in Texas and earned a well paying career afterwards. They still don’t know to this day and she is really good at keeping that a secret.

She stayed in the Deadlock Gang for ten years before deciding to leave and strike out on her own. Ashe was not happy about this but eventually relented because Poker Face had pretty much become like a little sister to her. Ashe does warn her that if they ever had to cross paths in a heist then she’d be a dead woman. PF accepted these terms and wished her ex-boss well on her travels.

PF’s home base is in Las Vegas. She has her own penthouse at the Bellagio. When she’s not robbing banks or treasure hunting, she goes home to play video games and have fun at the casinos.

How she and Junkrat met:

Poker Face’s first meeting with Junkrat and Roadhog was actually when she still worked for Ashe. The duo agreed to pull off a huge heist with the deadlock gang and spilt the rewards 50/50. Ashe had PF accompany them to keep them on their word.

Upon hearing her nickname, Junkrat immediately knew that he wanted to see this lady smile. No, he NEEDED to see her smile. This was way more important than whatever profit he was gonna get from this heist. So for the whole time, Junkrat pulled all the stops to get PF to crack a smile. This includes juggling grenades, horrible puns, crude jokes and making terrible impressions of being a cowboy.

PF endured all of this for most of the mission. Bodyguard or not, Roadhog finally had enough and had to be stopped by PF from choking Junkrat. He ultimately told him to shut the hell up and focus on the job. It was then that Junkrat made the most pathetic, high pitched whine in existence and PF couldn’t hold it in anymore. She let out a giggle and smirked but immediately went back to the resting face in embarrassment. Her whole face was red as a tomato for the rest of the mission. When Junkrat saw that smile, he felt like the world stopped moving and a strange feeling began forming in his chest. He was in love. Seeing this lady smile was better than anything else in the world, even explosions.

He was pretty much elated and on cloud nine for the rest of the mission. He was actually planning to break his promise and take all the money and treasure as a reward but changed his mind ultimately. He gave the Deadlock Gang the 50% cut and let Roadhog keep the rest (because poor Roadie was pissed that he backed out on the original plan).

Even though he was driving her crazy throughout this whole mission, PF couldn’t help but think about how cute and funny he is. She thought to herself that she wouldn’t mind doing something like this again with him so she gives both Junkrat and Roadhog her “business” number. Around this time, she was planning to disband from the Deadlock Gang anyway. This of course made Junkrat even more happy and ecstatic.

They did some heists in America and Canada here and there. She and Junkrat started going out sometime before the events of Overwatch 2 and have been together since. Junkrat wants to purpose to her but he’s having a hard time finding the perfect ring for her.

Relationships:

Junkrat - Loves him truly and dearly with all her heart. They match each others freak. Once they start dating and she opens up more around him, she’s totally into helping him with his wacky antics. PF is very affectionate and loving with him. He is the only one that she will smile and laugh around when on missions. He loves to make her smile more than anything. Junkrat just absolutely loves her to the moon and back. He’ll be damned if anyone tries to take his most beloved treasure away from him.

Roadhog - Gets along very well with him. She often pities him on having to endure his partner in crime’s antics but she’s just as guilty by engaging with it. She likes giving Roadie cute charms and plushies whenever she goes out shopping. He cares about her despite the annoyances and likes seeing her and Junkrat be happy with each other. He can’t decide if it’s a match made in Heaven or made in Hell lmao.

Ashe - PF still cares about Ashe even after leaving her gang and won’t do anything to interfere with Ashe’s activities and goals. Yes, she can be bossy and mean as hell but she still helped PF out of her family’s financial woes. She truly appreciates that and doesn’t want to be ungrateful for it. Ashe is absolutely furious and hurt by her departure but still cares for the “mountain brat” despite this. So she makes her own vow to never go after PF’s family, no matter what. She has absolutely no idea what PF sees in Junkrat lmaooooo.

Trivia:

- Has a scar on her neck so she covers it all the time, she’s very insecure about it

- Loves the color red the most

- Used to dye her hair red a lot but also does other colors like burgundy and black

- Currently on a break from dying her hair because her poor scalp needs to recover

- Her tattoos: the 4 card symbols (♠️♦️♣️❤️) on her left shoulder, the numbers 777 on her right shoulder, a butterfly on her left lower leg, and a dragonfly on her lower right leg

- Owns many motorcycles but her favorite is a red 1988 Harley Davidson FLSTC

- Loves collecting cutesy merch

- She loves Pachimari but her favorite cute characters are Hello Kitty and Pompompurin

- She’s a huge nerd in general, her home decor is mostly full of figurines, posters and autographs that she got from conventions

- Loves decorating for holidays, especially Halloween and Christmas, can’t get enough of it

- Despite the name sake, her favorite card game is not Poker, it’s Blackjack (and Uno)

- She’s very good at card games but can’t beat her mother at them

- She hates eating most seafood especially shell fish

- She loves all sorts of games but the Zelda series is her fave

- Her favorite movie is Spaceballs, it always makes her laugh no matter how many times she’s seen it

- Will never shut up once you get her to talk about a hyper fixation of hers

- Is a decent singer but is way too shy to sing in front of others

- Loves all sort of music but her favorite genre will always be rock

- Favorite band is Queen

- Hates extreme heat yet somehow finds her way into living in hot environments

- As long as there’s AC and games to play, she’s fine to live wherever though

- Used to be very scared of bugs and snakes but she was pretty much forced to overcome the fear since she worked with Ashe

- When she lives in Australia, being around dangerous creatures is just a normal part of her life

- She’s a recovering alcoholic, she’s at the point where she’ll only drink on holidays and on severe moderation

- She has terrible relapses on occasion though

Relationship Trivia:

- They switch often on who gets to be the little/big spoon, they love cuddling each other so much that it doesn’t matter which ones which

- They call each other by their own names, even on missions or heists but Tracy will often shorten his name to “Jamie” to make it easier for her

- They tease and prank each other often for fun

- Pet names she uses for him are sweetie, baby girl, honey, rat boy, firecracker, sugar, and sunshine

- Pet names Junkrat uses for her are darl, lil mouse, pokey, my treasure, love, beaut and cherry bomb

- They always dress up for Halloween and do matching costumes

- Junkrat loves giving her small gifts. It could be anything from gemstones, wild flowers, scraps of metal that look like hearts, and pretty shards of glass

- PF loves all these gifts and uses them for arts and crafts projects so she can never lose them

- PF often buys him stemming toys, tools for his workstation and anything that’ll make him laugh like whoopie-cushions or rubber chickens

- Junkrat draws many sketches and doodles of her with a lot of hearts, they’re all over his workstation

- They even find a way onto his schematics

- They cannot help but smother each other in kisses when at home or on dates

- Poor Roadhog can only handle so much lovey dovey crap so he just walks away until they’re done

- Junkrat can annoy PF sometimes, it’s usually when she’s playing video games and he keeps distracting her

- They can get into serious arguments but they’re thankfully very rare

- It’s usually over Junkrat being too reckless with his bombs that it worries PF or PF having a relapse with her drinking

- Roadhog has to be the middle man for most of these arguments but he puts his foot down when one of them goes too far in endangering their life

- They always make up afterwards by apologizing and having a good cry session

- Junkrat works on her flash grenades to cover more area and make the effect last longer on enemies, she really appreciates this

- He also tinkers with her rocket launcher

- PF can make Boba tea and other sweets

- They eat junk food too much, please someone give them fruits and veggies

- They often go to amusement parks and concerts together, they wear disguises of course

- PF is scared shitless of big rides but she’ll go on them if Junkrat does too

- Good luck getting PF to share her food from amusement parks because she won’t, not even with her boyfriend

- Ok maybe she can share a funnel cake with him but only because it’s too big

- Junkrat will do anything he can to win a prize for his girlfriend at the carnival games

- Since the games are rigged, he just ends up stealing the prizes anyway and if anyone calls him out, they have Roadhog to deal with

- On sad days, they comfort each other by kissing and massaging their battle scars and wounds

- They also try to make each other laugh

- Whenever he overhears PF sing, Junkrat is the happiest man in the world

- He encourages her to sing more often around him, he’ll even do it with her to make it easier

- It takes a long time but she does warm up to freely singing around him and even Roadhog too

[insertsona]

AND THERE'S NO WAY IM STOPPING, IT'S LIKE NOBODY'S WATCHING

iiilove set it off

other doodles from today under the cut!

[sh1mmer-add1ct]

Rambling Abt my bsd ocs :3

Dimitri doesn't have a reason to be a terrorist. Like he had a pretty normal life. He literally does it for fun and fame. But he's always sorta been like that (a sadomasochistic freak /aff) he ran away around 16 on his own accord, but had a fairly normal life before that.

^he fucking LOVES using his ability, just for the fuck of it. Like. He'll put himself in Wonderland just bc he's bored. Or he'll pull shit out of Wonderland 💀 like. He's let the Cheshire cat out in Sigma's casino before (Sigma was livid over it)

Akira and Chuuya are locked in fr 😭 IF ONE OF THEM GOES THEY'RE BOTH GOING LIKE...shes one of the only people that's stayed by his side since they met. Neither of them are going anywhere.

Yūrei refuses to interact w anyone until she goes downstairs n gets coffee from the cafe below the Ada building, but she usually gets coffee for anyone else who regularly drinks it (Kunikida, Fukuzawa, Ranpo, and Yosano. I refuse to believe Dazai drinks coffee, and Atsushi switches up his drinks. Ranpo puts more creamer and sugar than coffee 😭😭)

^ like she’ll just ignore them until she gets back upstairs (unless it’s actually something of major importance) but everyone’s accustomed to it at this point n they honestly think it’s kinda funny. She doesn’t have any close (related) family besides her mother (they don’t have the best relationship) so she typically stays in the room provided by the Ada

Akira really doesn’t have any personal grudges against anyone in the Ada besides Dazai, so she typically avoids conflict outside of work. She won’t outright try to fight Dazai unless it’s for work, but they’re not on good terms either.

Dimitri joined the Rats in the house of the dead/ Angels of Decay when he ran away (so around 16)

Akira joined the Port Mafia when Chuuya did, even though she was only 12 (wasn't an executive till later on lmao 😭)

^ "why did she join so young?" She didn't know how to control her ability when she was younger, n she ended up (accidentally) killing her mother. She ended up in the Sheep's territory and (though reluctant at first) they took her in :3 (Chuuya n the others helped her w her ability <3)

"that's so cringe" shut the fuck up I made her lore like two years ago n I'm not changing it.

Yūrei joined the ada at 13, so she's only been there for about a year (she's 14)

Akira calls Atsushi "kid" even though she's only a year older.

Dimitri can actually be really sweet when he wants to be, he just likes to be a pain in the ass <3

[oc-poll-times]

The Ultimate OC Showdown Tournament has begun!

This was inspired by a lot of the tournaments in @competition-list including @transfemswagbracket @nonbiney-swag-competition @best-fnaf-character @autismswagsummit @robot-swag-competition @mad-scientist-showdown @adhdswagcompetition as well as the OC tournament done by @oc-cinematic-universe! I have over 600 of these guys, so it's finally time to figure out who the OC of all time is!

You do not need to know who they are to vote!

Their brackets will include a brief bio (one sentence), a link to their Toyhouse page, and an image! But also you can just vote on vibes, anything works! I just want to have a good time!

This post will be updated with each bracket and an updated bracket illustration each time! Polls will run for one week, and for this first round Part A and Part B will go up on Saturday and Sunday respectively! I hope we can all have a good time!

EDIT: I wanted to add more of the tournament blogs that inspired this since they're all excellent people and y'all should go vote in their tournaments as well!

Round 1A

Miranda (Carnival Casino) VS. George (Murder Mystery)

2. Cabriel (Love Gods) VS. Rouge (Bakeries)

3. Amadeus (Fantasy Story) VS. Freeze Frame (Villain Squad)

4. Nina (Whisper Court) VS. Kalliope (The Hallowed)

5. Phyllis (Villain School) VS. Adelaide (Locked Love)

6. Jinx (The Hallowed) VS. Cinna (The Hallowed)

7. Kisaragi (Whisper Court) VS. Ariyana (Angel Wings)

8. Angel (Angel Wings) VS. Zyaire (The Hallowed)

9. Wally (Villain School) VS. Mikal (Whisper Court)

10. Cordelia (Fantasy Story) VS. Catt (The Hallowed)

11. Xena (Fantasy Story) VS. Maple (Villain School)

12. Emmit (The Hallowed) VS. Abbey (Locked Love)

13. Wally (Whisper Court) VS. Glimmer (Red Signal)

14. Lorelai (Whisper Court) VS. Lily (Monster DND)

15. Willow Whisp (Whisper Court) VS. Ephraim (The Hallowed)

16. Lyra (Carnival Casino) VS. Castor (Love Gods)

Round 1B

Aurelius (Angel Wings) VS. Veridan (Whisper Court)

2. Ringmaster (Fantasy Story) VS. Darciel (Love Gods)

3. Wally (Locked Love) VS. Dusty+Coco (DND PC)

4. Johon (Whisper Court) VS. Velvet (Bakeries)

5. Khalida (Villain School) VS. Cinnamon (Murder Mystery)

6. Rose (Whisper Court) VS. Charlie (Villain School)

7. Mei/Yue/Eyumie (The Hallowed) VS. Phospher (Tech Story)

8. Irene (The Hallowed) VS. Hijack (Villain Squad)

9. Scarlet (Bakeries) VS. Evelyn (The Hallowed)

10. Ismet (The Hallowed) VS. Daisy (Daisies And Demons)

11. Finch (Whisper Court) VS. Kastra (Kastra-Verse)

12. Wally (The Hallowed) VS. Karma (Fantasy Story)

13. Blackjack (Fantasy Story) VS. Tripp (The Hallowed)

14. Meri (Locked Love) VS. Alice (Carnival Casino)

15. Lilith (Locked Love) VS. Cardamon (Fantasy Story)

16. Bella (Angel Wings) VS. Meredith/Nightingale (Artistic Licensing)

WOW. REALLY DECIMATING THE GROUP HERE. HOLY SHIT

Round 2

Miranda (Carnival Casino) VS. Rouge (Bakeries)

2. Amadeus (Fantasy Story) VS. Kalliope (The Hallowed)

3. Phyllis (Villain School) VS. Cinna (The Hallowed)

4. Kisaragi (Whisper Court) VS. Zyaire (The Hallowed)

5. Mikal (Whisper Court) VS. Cordelia (Fantasy Story)

6. Xena (Fantasy Story) VS. Emmit (The Hallowed)

7. Glimmer (Red Signal) VS. Lorelai (Whisper Court)

8. Willow Whisp (Whisper Court) VS. Castor (Love Gods)

9. Aurelius (Angel Wings) VS. Ringmaster (Fantasy Story)

10. Dusty + Coco (DND PC) VS. Velvet (Bakeries)

11. Cinnamon (Murder Mystery) VS. Rose (Whisper Court)

12. Mei/Yue/Eyumie (The Hallowed) VS. Irene (The Hallowed)

13. Evelyn (The Hallowed) VS. Ismet (The Hallowed)

14. Finch (Whisper Court) VS. Karma (Fantasy Story)

15. Blackjack (Fantasy Story) VS. Alice (Carnival Casino)

16. Cardamon (Fantasy Story) VS. Meredith/Nightingale (Artistic Licensing)

The rounds last time were SUPER CLOSE I am getting SCARED

Round 3

Miranda (Carnival Casino) VS. Amadeus Kama (Fantasy Story)

2. Cinna Hallowell (The Hallowed) VS. Kisaragi (Whisper Court)

3. Cordelia (Fantasy Story) VS. Xena (Fantasy Story)

4. Lorelai (Whisper Court) VS. Castor (Love Gods)

5. The Ringmaster (Fantasy Story) VS. Dusty + Coco (DND PC)

6. Cinnamon (Murder Mystery) VS. Irene (The Hallowed)

7. Evelyn Soleil (The Hallowed) VS. Finch (Whisper Court)

8. Blackjack (Fantasy Story) VS. Cardamon Suite (Fantasy Story)

[missluthorwillseeyounow]

20 questions

Tagged by @appropriatelystupid and @rustingcat Thank you! It’s been a while, but I finally found the spoons to do something like this:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?      I have 25 fics right now.

2. What’s your total AO3 words count?     I hadn’t actually counted it until now lol. The total is 197,120, which means I’m like a few thousand short of 200k. Not bad.

3. What fandoms do you write for?     Right now, I’m writing for Supercorp, but I’ve also published fics for BBC Sherlock, Castle, and Final Fantasy VII and VIII. I’ve written unpublished for Casino Royale, LOTR, The Mummy, and (in my youth) HP.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. mix the magic work of love (we’ll breed deep trust between us) 2. come to my window (i’ll keep it open for you) 3. under the crimson skies (the sun will kiss the night) 4. Wed By Candlelight (The Portrait of the Secret Bride) 5. May You Always be Satisfied

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to, and I always want to. Like, I read every comment with a smile in my heart, and each one makes my day. Unfortunately, I have terrible anxiety about it, and by the time I get over it, I feel like it’s way too late to reply, and I’m just being rude. Just know that if you’ve ever left any comment or tag or even a like on any of my fics, I love and appreciate you!

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hmm, I don’t think I’ve COMPLETED a fic with an angsty ending. I have loads of angst in my fics, but not all of them end up angsty. I do have an open-ended SC fic that’s pretty angsty (The Cruelty of Illusion), and I wrote a very angsty one-shot for another fandom that was me using a character death to sort of parse out my grief over my mother’s death a bit (Real).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Oddly enough, for someone who’s a slut for angst, my endings mostly end up being happy, or at least resolved. The schmaltziest ending I ever wrote I think was for the FFVII fandom, the first fic I ever wrote. It was on FF Net, and I have no idea what happened to it lol.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I got a bit of hate for one of my fics where I put Lena and James together, and some person seemed to take offense that they were together (but oddly enough they weren’t offended that Kara and Lex were actually married in this fic, which I think is more puke-worthy). Nope, they just hated on James, and they took my defense of him as me not being able to take criticism of my work. Oh well, you can’t win everybody, and if that kind of reader is what you get, I’d rather not.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I have dabbled in smut in several fics, yes. It’s not my forte, and most of the stuff in my fics is pretty vanilla, so the boring kind, I guess lol.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Yes, yes, YESSSSSS! Crossovers and AUs are my jam!!! I literally cannot count how many crossovers I’ve done, and I’ve had some random ones. I’ve literally mashed BBC Sherlock, Inception, Elementary and Supergirl into an AU, with a few characters from other fandoms sprinkled in (Red II, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Vampire Knight, etc).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not fics, but I’ve had gifs from a previous fandom stolen.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated before? I’ve had at least one fic translated into Russian (I think it might be 2, but I can’t remember what the other one is). They gave me the link, but it’s in Russian and I guess I never checked.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before? Oh, yes! I’ve cowritten 2 fics with a couple of friends for previous fandoms. One was for FFVII, and it was a Word doc we passed back and forth over e-mail, if you can believe it. Like this was back when I had a yahoo account (but I got locked out, and all of our exchanges got lost. A tragedy). The other one was actually for a couple of OCs that my friend and I made up as an offshoot from our BBC Sherlock fandom. There were 3 of us in the chat, but 2 of us did most of the writing. Neither fics are posted or complete.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Oh, that’s a tough one. I think Supercorp might win the top spot by a small margin. My number 2 ship might get a lot of hate and it’s problematic AF, but I still hold it dear to my heart. It got me through a lot of tough times.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Oh, God, there’s way too many. Of my posted fics, I think the one I want to finish most is my Supercorp Frozen AU. Of my unposted fics, I think the one I want to finish is a Supercorp one based on a Jim Carey movie. Ooh, also my unabridged SC Theme Park AU. And my Matrix AU. Too many damn AUs.

16. What are your writing strengths? Making AUs, lol. I know because any piece of media I watch or read gets turned into an AU. Now, whether it should be turned into an AU is a different story. And, I don’t know, an expanding vocabulary, I guess.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Actual writing lol. Finishing anything, ugh. Also comedic writing, I guess. That’s hard, I’m not funny.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I always like writing in the language that the characters are speaking. I feel like it adds a sense of authenticity to the conversation and makes it feel more organic. However, if it’s a real language spoken by real people, I always try to make sure that what I’m writing is accurate, contextual and respectful. Also, if it’s entire paragraphs, I tend to stick to English, because it’s more likely to have more translation errors with blocks of text.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Really wrote for: Casino Royale (teenage me had a crush on Eva Green). Posted: Final Fantasy VII

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written? Oof, another hard one. I love all my fics, they’re my children. But if I had to...For Supercorp, my favorites would be the Horny Witch fic, and the Corpse Bride fic (under the crimson skies would make it, because I loved thinking up that fic, but unfortunately, I really did not enjoy writing it). For Adlock, my favorites are Her Morning Elegance, Beautiful Children, Dinner and a Bath (still the single biggest plot twist I’ve ever written lol), and A Midnight Spell in New Orleans (this one’s close to my heart cos I love NOLA)

Tagging @ekingston @thelastandonlyunicorn @coffeeshib @spicycheeser @the-queen-of-the-light and anyone who wants to try! No pressure though :)

[nxght-shxft]

hey its time for yandere hcs for thaw 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈💥💥🔥🔥💥🔥💥💥🔥💥🔥

forever grateful that my oc’s biggest fan is my partner i love you

ONCE AGAIN CW FOR MANIPULATIVE/AGGRESSIVE BEHAVIORS AND YANDERE BEHAVIOR AS WELL

alright the house always wins yandere au lets go🔥🔥 not including all of the characters because i fear i cant see all of them engaging in these behaviors and ways so here’s the ones i can see:

CARMINE’s the type of guy who probably saw you across the bar, maybe at his own bar or some random one in town. If you’re not the type to frequent those places, maybe he just saw you in the city or during a smoke break. Either way, he’s intent on making you his. He doesn’t even know what about you caught his attention so harshly, many people have tried (and failed) to get his attention before, so why do you stick out to him? He doesn’t know, he doesn’t care. He invites you into his personal lounge, and who are you to say no to free drinks, right? He’s so charming, he says anything and everything to flatter you and build himself up. And the next thing you know he’s offering you to come back tomorrow, and the next day, and then the days become weeks, and months. Even if you have a job, he’s not letting you leave. If you have a family, an apartment, a pet, anything at all, he doesn’t care. Why would you need them? He’s perfect, you only need to think about him. Get too visibly distressed about being basically kidnapped and he’ll find a way to spin it on you, “I’m keeping you here out of the kindness of my heart, and this is how you repay me?” Eventually, if you keep up your act, you might not even be allowed to leave his personal living space in the casino. Why would you be allowed to? You’ve been nothing but ungrateful and disrespectful, what, you think you deserve to go downstairs for a drink? “Fix your attitude first, babe.”

VALENTINE was originally made to be a play on yandere stereotypes before I actually developed THAW so she should be very close to her original self. You met by pure coincidence, maybe you both happened to miss the same train, and while something like that would have soured Valentine’s mood for the whole week, you happened to be there to fix it all. Lighthearted conversation turns into a quick goodbye as you go your separate ways, and now you’re all she thinks about. Going to bed? You. Getting ready for work? You. Waking up? You. She would immediately jump to stalking the hell out of you, finding all your social media blogs and everything first, finding your full name, maybe some family’s profiles as well. She eventually finds out your place of work or a frequent place of visit. She visits, often. But she never says anything to you. Instead of talking to you and learning about your personality, she stalks. Clocking out from a late shift, locking up whatever building you’re leaving from, and you swear you just heard something in that alleyway. The sound of footsteps accompany you home, though she always manages to be out of sight when you turn around. Soon enough, your home is completely broken into. Your belongings are scattered, some items just straight up missing. She would 100% be the type to harm others for talking to you, flirting with you, even looking at you. If she ever did kidnap you, she’d be the type to be very confused as to why you’re scared. Of course you wouldn’t like her, why would she pin her hopes on you? But she overcomes her slump eventually, keeping you all to herself.

SLOANE would be a different type of yandere, I think. Because she is aromantic, her reason for perusing you isn’t out of any form of romantic desire. You’d have to be on very VERY close and specific terms with each other to catch her interest. In the same division, useful, or shares an element of her past she can relate to you on. Because she is the leader of her division, she expects you to respect and follow her every command. That’s part of the reason you’re so valuable to her. She sees you as being on a similar level to her, not like those other agents. That may be true, but it could also just be her trying to get something from you. She doesn’t really know, sometimes, herself. She would definitely hurt and kill others for disrespecting you. She doesn’t (and never will) care about how others see her. So if she comes off as scary, so be it. Maybe then people will stop treating you like you don’t belong to her. She would probably see you as more of an object than a person, but you’re her object, so she doesn’t see any issues there.

NIKOLAI is 100 percent the last person who you want as your yandere, ok? She’s violent, scary, has killed, will kill again, hard to talk to, and much more, all packed into one person. He doesn’t usually find any interest in people, because people rarely find any interest in him. Their past only serves to scare people, since they know what they’re capable of, people stay away. In a similar way to Sloane, the only real way you’d be able to interact with him is if you work in The Organization. In this case, let’s say you’re Nikolai’s newest psychologist. Psychologists for her rarely stick around, they find her completely different to any other patient they’ve worked with and usually quit after a couple sessions. But you’re different. You actually let them speak when they want to, you let conversation happen so naturally. She’d never show it on the outside, but she intends on whisking you away. While your goal is to help him get better, his infatuation is only driving him to be worse. When you had to reschedule a session because of a personal conflict, he stabbed the person telling him. He stabbed many people. They had to lock him up for a while to let him cool down. Upon catching wind of this, you were deemed extremely necessary for their mental stabilization. The Org. offered you a pay raise to do more sessions, and in this economy, who wouldn’t take a pay raise? Nikolai would eventually find out you have other patients, and get super fucking pissed. He’d grab you by the collar, lifting you close, and accuse you of lying to him. Of faking a connection. Unfortunately for both parties involved, this relationship would not end happily. If she kidnapped you, your fear would betray all feelings you made her feel before. Of course you’re scared. It’s natural to be scared of Nikolai. They would probably kill you I’m sorry. 💔

CHARLEMAGNE is canonically very devoted to Nikolai so in this au we have to pretend like she doesn’t exist. The best worst part about Charlemagne is that they could find you from anywhere! Charlemagne has been everywhere, has seen it all, is always people watching, has connections, you’re not safe! Confidential medical information? Charlemagne’s got it somehow! Your passwords? Charlemagne found them! They’re utterly everywhere it’s actually scary. You don’t know how you caught their eye, but you’ll find out, one way or another. The stalking would be SO good that you wouldn’t even know you were being stalked. Until, that is, you wake up, hooked up to medical devices in a dark, cold, shabby looking room. A ventilator, a heart monitor, an IV, you’re hooked up to it all, really. You’d try to move your hands or legs, but you’re strapped down tightly to the medical bed. Charlemagne would enter, bright-eyed and so excited to have you with them! Oh but what’s with the terror in your eyes? That’s no fun! They’d put a mask over you, slowly pumping your lungs with a sort of anesthetic, making you loopy. That way it’d be so much easier to tell you all about how they found you, how they kidnapped you, all of it. They’d just sedate you and ramble on and on, keeping you in a state of barely consciousness that makes the terror from your eyes fade. Of course, being strapped down to a table and sedated all of the time makes it so very hard to walk, so they’ll take care of walking you to the bathroom or moving you to a couch to cuddle. The dread of them walking you back to the table is enough for them to shush you, “Oh no, no, no, don’t cry! You had such a spark in your eyes when we watched that movie together! Don’t ruin our evening!” But you’d cry, of course, and have to be anesthetized again. What a shame, maybe when they finally break you, they won’t have to do this as much. Oh well.

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Part 1 Of "Red Room Toy Collection" | Master-List Link

Toy: Icecubes

Synopsis: Sidney makes a bet with a stranger she's just met, and her fate with him lies in two cards and their outcome.

Word Count: 3.1k

!Trigger Warnings! - mentions of gambling. alcohol consumption. au (alternate universe) needy bucky. specific female oc. icecubes are the "toy" in this one. p in v sex. dirty talk. oral (M receiving) creepy ass old men. (not buck obvi) breeding kink if you squint.

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Red Room - Bryce Savage

1:35 ───ㅇ─────3:47

The sounds of slot machines echo throughout the dark building. Lights illuminate both disappointed and excited faces. The smell of alcohol on practically everyone. 

She notices.

Sid- Scarlet -Davenport was a sight for sore eyes, especially when she walked into one of Vegas’s most popular casinos, wearing a glittering red dress with matching red pumps. She was the devil in disguise, and yet an angel if you got to know her.

She was known around Blackwell Casino for being a money maker, a constant visitor, and the jack of all trades. This time, Sid had caught her eye on something different. 

Something unique. 

A man dressed in all black leather, gloves covering his hands as he waits by a card table, eyes focused on the dealer's hands. Sid smiles, adjusts her shimmering dress, and weaves through the crowds of people. 

Music drowns on as she arrives at the man's table, clearly seeing he’s about to start a game of Black Jack with 5 other men. 

This table needs one more person to start a round. Count her in.

The dealer shuffles cards distinctively, not paying attention as he works them between his skilled hands, whistling along with the beat of drums. Sid finds an empty spot, next to the man that caught her attention and does the same to the dealer. 

She clears her throat, feeling 6 pairs of eyes land on her. 5 of them go to her body, as expected, but the man with smooth brown hair and piercing blue eyes keeps his head up, looking at Sid with an earnest smile. 

A gentleman. How exquisite. 

“Ms. Davenport, Welcome To Blackwell.” The dealer stumbles a little bit, tripping over his words, but Sid only smiles her charming grin, flashing sparkly white teeth. 

“A pleasure, Deal me in, will you?” 

A card falls out of the man's hand, and he clears his throat, clearly embarrassed. “Yes, Of course.” Sid finds her seat, resting on the backless stool, the commotion of other players drowning out as she smiles at the man next to her. Their eyes meet, and her heart flutters. She can feel it. An instant connection. A voice pulls her out of his intense gaze as she tries hard to hide her gasp. “Scarlet Davenport. Well, I’ll be damned.”

“Please, just Sid.” Sid forces a smile at the balding man, trying hard to maintain her composure as his eyes slip down to the dip in her dress.

“Shall we start, Scarlet?” The dealer interrupts, noting her clear discomfort. 

“We shall.” She places her bag down next to her, watching the dealer's skilled hands as he rounds the table, giving each player two cards. Sid places a hand over hers, feeling the shiny material she’s felt oh so many times before. 

“Wait, Scarlet, you're used to high-stakes games right?” 

Sid tilts her head at another brown-haired man, fairly good-looking, dressed in a suit and tie.  “I am.” She replies. 

The man pats the blue-eyed one on the back, smiling a wide grin. “It’s my pal Bucky’s birthday this evening, whatcha’ say with up the stakes?”

Bucky. 

Her eyes find Bucky’s, seeing the embarrassment already clouding his cheeks. “Come on, Steve. Knock it off.” Bucky grits out. She tries hard to hide her smile, the dealer's expectant eyes waiting for the game to begin. 

Sid thinks for all but two seconds before replying, “Sure, why not.” Bucky’s eyes shoot up, locking with hers. 

“Got to treat the birthday boy, right?” She adds in a playful tone, looking at Steve. 

“Tell you what, If you win, Bucky will supply you with drinks all night. If Bucky wins, why don’t you let him take you to one of those red rooms?” 

“Steve!” Bucky shoots up from his stool, anger coursing in his voice. 

Sid only laughs, grabbing at Bucky’s leather jacket. “It’s okay, I’m up for it, if you are?” She raises her brows, trying very hard to ignore the electricity shooting up her veins at where her fingers meet his clothed bicep. His muscles flex as he shoots his friend a glare. 

“Okay.” 

Let the games begin.

♢

The game starts with the dealer flipping over a singular card, now laying face up, it displays the six of diamonds, he flips over his next card, showing 10 of hearts. 

16 in total. 

The balding man flips over his cards, showing an ace of hearts and a ten of spades. 

11 in total. 

Sid can feel the anticipation building in her stomach, just like every time she plays. The feeling of winning or losing, a balanced scale, willing to tip in your favor or against your favor at any moment. 

The bald man sighs as the dealer takes his original bet, stacking it with his other chips in the dealer tray. A dark man is next, he flips both his cards. 

Six of clubs and four of spades. 

10 in total. 

The man loses his bet, huffing as he takes another sip of whatever liquor he’s consuming. Sid grips her cards, already knowing her hand. The next four men lose all their bets as Sid watches their money being taken. Some have only bet ten dollars or less. Either way, pity did not make it into Sid’s heart. 

Although the game was about all seven players against the dealer, Sid knew what game she was really playing. The game between her and Bucky. 

Her own bet. 

Bucky flips over his first card and time seems to slow as his fingers land on the table, the card stock displaying a seven of clubs. Everyone's breath slows as they watch Bucky’s gloved hands, his eyes zeroing in on his next card. 

Another flip displays the ten of clubs. 

17 in total. 

Bucky beat the dealer by one point. He smiles, his eyes lighting up as he is returned double his original bet. 

Sid already knew she was going to lose this game, everyone's eyes moved from Bucky to her as she clutched the cards in her hands, being careful to obscure her numbers. 

Sid slams down her cards, laying them face down as she displays a disappointed look.  “Only 3, you win, birthday boy.” Sid gives her chips to the dealer, sliding the cards to him. The men do the same, laughing as the cards collide and the man scoops them up. 

“What are you staring at her like a doe in headlights for? Don’t back down from your bet.” Steve the suit and tie guy murmurs, pushing Bucky off the stool. 

He stumbles before catching himself, throwing a glare his way. Sid picks up her purse, angling her eyes at Bucky. 

“Shall we?” 

Bucky only gulps. 

♢

Blackwell Casinos' red rooms were exquisite. Expensive leather couches, private places, and specialized services. Sid had been asked to the red room before but she’s always denied the offer.

Until now. 

The bouncer sees her approach and right away unhooks the stanchion, the muscular man eyes Bucky, but Sid nods, signaling to the man that he’s with her. He nods, letting Bucky through the red ropes. 

The pair come out of the red curtain blocking the visible entrance, the music is less existent in these rooms, and the sounds of moans and groans are more prominent. Sid smiles, hooking her arm through Bucky’s. 

“Afternoon, Ms. Davenport. Finally coming to the red rooms?” Sid smiles at Toby, the casino manager, and a great friend. 

She rolls her eyes, bringing Bucky up to the front desk, black and white marble illuminating the red led’s of the room. Women in barely any clothing carry platters of champagne to the tables. “I lost a bet, don’t be cocky.”

“Sidney Scarlet Davenport, lost a bet? To whom?” Toby’s eyes already find the man responsible, his eyes dilate just a bit. 

“Bucky Barnes, it’s an honor.” 

Sid’s eyebrows furrowed, feeling as if she’s heard the name before while watching Toby’s palm slide into Bucky’s, greeting him with a firm handshake. 

“Always,”  Bucky replies, flashing a smile. Toby retracts, fixing the lapels of his suit. 

“The red room on the left is open, free of charge.” 

“You treat your guest well, Tobias.” Sid mocks Tobias' wink, his eyes switching to Bucky for just a split second. 

Toby smiles, leading them away from the marbled desk into one of the many private red rooms, a black door concealing anybody's view from the activities happening inside.

 “A little too well”. He winks and echos a smile, letting the pair take in the room. The room is paired with a large leather couch, wrapping around the entire wall. A black marble table, and red led lights. 

Simplistic, but so many possibilities. 

“Anything I can request for either of you?” Toby crosses the floor, placing one hand on the door handle, Sid places her purse down on the glass table top.

“Champagne and ice cubes. Lots of ice cubes.” She adds turning around, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, already anticipating what’s to come. 

Tobias smiles one last time before participating in a mock bow “Your wish is my command.”. Laughing before shutting the door and exiting the room. 

♢

A bowl of ice cubes and two tall glasses of champagne layout on the table. Sid licks her lips, thanking the server as she locks the door behind her. Bucky looks at his companion, seeing her curves basked in the red hue of the room. 

And Sid looked at the man sitting on one end of the leather couches. She dips her hand in the bucket of water and ice, pulling out one of the many odd-shaped cubes. 

Her eyes stay on Bucky’s as she plops the frozen water into her mouth, swirling it around on her tongue. The act isn't meant to be teasing, but Sid can see him grow hard in his pants. 

“Take off your clothing, Bucky.” She orders and he does so without a hesitant hand, his pants fall to the floor as he pushes them somewhere in the darkness of the shadows. His jacket, he doesn't take off. 

Sid quirks her eyebrow, stalking to where he stands, grabbing at the leather. Again, that same bolt of electricity shoots through her. Bucky notices the friction too by the way he shifts and clears his throat. 

“Ok, playing hard to get?” Sid smirks as she keeps the ice cube under her tongue, holding it in place as she kicks off her heels, the fabric of her dress falling to the floor. 

She’s in nothing but red panties, and oh how Bucky can’t keep his eyes off of her. Her breasts are pliant and perky as she backs Bucky into the leather couches, climbing on top of him. 

He palms her ass instantly, looking up at the woman straddled against his hips. Sid can feel his cock pressing into her, its length larger than she’s ever taken before. 

And she has yet to see it.

Sid brings her plump lips to Bucky’s eager ones, sliding her cold tongue into his mouth. Bucky’s own tongue battles with hers, tasting each other as she fights the ice cube to stay in place. 

“You're eager, Barnes.” She rocks on his cock once, smiling to herself as his fingers go to her hips, halting her movements. His gloves and fingers against her bare skin made her melt, although Sid couldn’t help wanting more. 

She needed more. 

With one fell swoop, Bucky’s jacket fell to the floor, along with his T-shirt. Sid stepped away from him to admire his abdominal muscles, his hard abs as he looked up at her wide-eyed. 

Her eyes fell to his left arm, his flesh replaced with a type of metal. She can tell Bucky’s trying hard to hide his embarrassment, curling his fist, avoiding her gaze. 

“Don’t hide from me, birthday boy.” Bucky smiles up at her, his gaze running over her body basked in red light, the sound of sensual music distant. 

Sidney grabs another ice cube, the previous one having melted in her mouth. She puts the pointed end in her mouth while leaving the slate sent outwards. Bucky watches as she walks over to him, and leans down, the cold sensation hitting his neck. 

Sid trails the cube down his collarbone, mimicking the feeling of frozen kisses. Bucky grips the leather of the couch, feeling the icy cold mixed with her hot mouth. It was as if the angel and the devil collided and met with permanent bliss. The cube left trails of cold water dripping down his stomach, Sid dipping down with her tongue to lap it up, her breasts hitting his abdominal muscles. 

Bucky groans as the cube coats his pecs, cold pleasure shooting up his spine. The man shifts, his caged cock pressing into Sid’s bare stomach. 

“You're hard, baby. You want more tongue or more mouth?.” Sidney teases the man, watching him bend and break, shiver, and groan as the ice meets his skin and her warm tongue licks it up. 

Bucky moans as her fingers travel to the waistline of his boxers, teasing him with both the cube and her fingers. “As long as it’s you, doll” 

“Correct answer.” Bucky bucks his hips as her fingers dip into his boxers, wrapping around his cock, and allowing it to spring free. His eyes are locked with hers as she licks her lips, palming his erection. 

“You're big, baby. You think it’ll fit?” Sid pumps his cock once, allowing pre-cum to coat his skin, Bucky groans, forcing himself into her hand, 

“Jesus, doll. I hope so.”

“Yeah, so do I, ‘would love to have this big cock in my tight cunt.” Bucky’s eyes never leave hers as her cold mouth meets his belly button, her fingers working his cock.

Her other hand reaches behind her to the bucket of ice, taking another piece. This time Sid uses her fingers, running the block up his cock, coating one of his veins. Bucky groans, his metal fingers grabbing at one of her breasts, fondling its peak. She licked away the cold water with her tongue, gathering his arousal. 

Sid does the same for each protruding vein, teasing it with cold water before relieving it with her tongue, water, and fire collide. Bucky squirms, the sight of this beautiful woman on her knees for him, teasing him, playing with him, was enough to make him cum right then and there. 

Sid licks a few more broad stripes before inching him into her throat. Bucky’s fingers find her hair, gently tucking himself into the strands, letting her do all the work. Never forcing it. 

He thrust into her throat, feeling it contract as saliva gathers at the corner of her mouth. His metal fingers wipe it away, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Sidney bats her eyelashes, feeling the way his cock filled her throat, as she too was getting very slick with arousal.

“Fuck, doll. You're so pretty like that, taking my cock.” 

Oh. So Bucky could talk dirty.

“God, I'm cumming, Sid.”

A few more thrust has Bucky panting, feeling her tongue hit his cock each time he moves in and out, his groans over the loud music and the loud ring of his ears when he releases down her throat. 

Sid could almost cry, she’s never felt pleasure out of someone else's enjoyment. A first time for everything, she supposed.

Sid stands from her kneeling position, swallowing Bucky’s release as she straddles his lap. Bucky’s fingers position themselves at her hips, her wet folds laying right over his cock. 

“What do you want me to do? You won the bet.” Sid teases him, batting her eyelashes, trailer her cold fingers over her body, teasing her breast, her thighs, her panties waistline as Bucky watches it all, growing even harder than before. 

If that was even possible. 

“I need you to ride me, doll. I need to see that pussy take every inch.” 

Sid groans, lifting up to move her panties aside, wrapping her fingers around his cock, “I was thinking the same outcome.” She replies before pushing down, taking him to the hilt in the first push. 

It was painful, excruciatingly so as Bucky twitched inside of her, nudging inside of a crevice she never knew existed. “Fuck, doll. You're tight.” Bucky’s fingers wrap around her back, keeping her to him as she adjusted to his girthy cock. 

Her knees dig into the leather of the red room couches, the smell of champagne on both of their breaths, as she pulls up once, allowing Bucky to slip out, before thrusting back in. They both buck, skin meeting skin as the ecstasy courses through their bodies. 

Bucky guides her movement, groaning as her cunt clamps down, sucking him into her. “You like that, baby? Like seeing my hungry pussy take your big cock?” 

“Fuck yes, doll. ‘Could watch you ride me all day.” Their lips meet in a passionate kiss as Bucky takes over, thrusting into her slightly, slowly, sensually. Bucky’s metal hand runs over her neck, her collar bone, to her spade tattoo, tracing the ink splotch with skilled fingers. 

Sid’s orgasm was cresting, bubbling deep inside her stomach as she bucked her hips in tune with Bucky’s thrust, his metal hand playing with her body, while the other kept her hips in place, guiding each thrust, each buck, each groan. 

“Gonna cum, Buck. Be a good boy and come with me, yea?” Bucky twitched inside her, hearing the praise from Sid’s lips was like an angel guiding you off the battlefield. 

“Anything, doll.” Their lips stayed together, kissing and sucking as their thrust sped up, their movements never slowing as the music played over their moans, as each other's hands caress hot, sweaty bodies. 

“Good boy, keep fucking into me just like that-” An explicit moan exits her mouth, as Bucky finds her lips again, hot and needy for her touch, her taste, her smell. 

“Fuck, Sid-” Bucky pauses, slowing his thrust just a little,  “Ca-Can I come inside you?” 

“Yes, baby. I need to feel you come, fill me up like a good boy.” 

“Yes ma’am.” Two more broken thrusts had Bucky’s fingers digging into her hips as he pushed all the way into her, watching as Sid took every inch of his throbbing cock. 

“Fuck!” Sid’s thighs shook as she receded into the blanket of ecstasy, her orgasm coating her veins as Bucky’s own release coated her walls. They both fall into a kiss and wouldn’t let go until the tides had cleared. 

♢

The two lay side by side, curled up in each other's arms, panting. Big smiles coated their faces. 

“Wow.” Bucky laughs, running his metal fingers up and down Sidney’s bare shoulder. 

“Yeah, wow.” They lock eyes again, their lips crashing together as they continue to intoxicate themselves with each other's scent. She’s never felt this happy, this alive in so long. Bucky places a kiss on top of her forehead, tucking himself into the crook of his shoulder. Then she knew it was worth it. 

Did Sid lose the game intentionally? 

Yes. 

Yes, she did.