#im sure someone somewhere out there has tagged them that way before

[alikuarso]

To answer your question about Fresh: Fresh is actually a parasite! He dresses in his 90's-themed clothes and speaks in a silly way so that others underestimate him. His main and utmost goal is to Survive, and the way he does that is by infecting other people with his parasites and draining the life from their souls. Being seen as harmless lets him get closer to them and gives him easier access for possession. He hopes to eventually take over the multiverse, spreading his parasites in every corner of it and having absolute control.

He also has no emotions. He is capable of them, but for whatever reason he is unable to feel much, besides the rare instance of anger. He does frequently feel fear, though.

He is a bit sadistic, and he likes seeing others suffer. This is because when he takes over someone he drains their soul of life, which causes them pain. And to him, taking someone's body means safety, it means he can survive a bit longer as long as he's snatched their body. So he's come to associate the pain of others as something good.

And he's also aware of the creators/viewers, thanks to an event called the Loveball, which is canon to his character.

Going to copy and paste my own words for this [I was talking to a friend about Loveball]:

"So, like seven years ago there was a fandom-wide event called the Loveball, where people gathered their OCs and had them all attend an UTMV dancing ball. Fresh went, of course. There, he met a Frisk called Pacifrisk. Even knowing who he really was [90's parasite], they still believed he could be good. Before this, he hadn't ever really felt a connection to anyone, or even positive emotions in general. But Pacifrisk's faith in him made him feel positively towards them. This freaked him out. [No Fr@ns though, don't worry. That wasn't the intention for this plot.]

As a result, not only did he try to kill them, but he also went through with his plans: the Fresh Takeover [I forget what it's actually called]. His true reason for attending the ball. OCs were either possessed by the parasites or tried to fight against them. Apparently, some people used alcohol to ward the virus off, as Fresh hates substances such as that.

Fresh wanted to take over the multiverse, with this Loveball being the first step for his total domination.

But then right in the middle of things, a Sans AU [which I totally forget the name of X,D] grabbed Fresh and basically yeeted him into an alternate state of being. One where he could see the creators, all staring at him. An audience.

The Sans revealed the nature of Fresh's existence: That he was simply a character in a story. And if the creators got bored of him, he could easily be written aside and forgotten. Erased. His conquest didn't matter, in the end.

Predictably, this gave him an existential crisis. I'm not sure what happened after, but he stopped invading and went somewhere to contemplate his existence in a depressed state.

Afterwards, he had a new goal: To entertain. To convince the creators that he was worth keeping around. Similar to his previous goal of survival, but now with more dire stakes."

His creator @loverofpiggies has some posts about the Loveball, tagged under either the 'fresh sans' tag or the 'loveball' tag, which I recommend you check out! ^^

But yeah, to answer your question: The reason Fresh fought Ink was probably 1: because he saw it as a good way to keep himself alive and 2: So that he could be relevant and interesting to the viewers.

Hope this answered any questions you might have about him! ^w^

THANK YOU BECAUSE THERE'S NO WAY I WOULD HAVE FOUND ABOUT ANY OF THIS OTHERWISE😭😭😭 THAT'S A LOT

Now I want to draw fresh existential crisis mood, That's something I never would have imagined existed

Im still a bit confused about fresh not having emotions¿ but I think I got the idea, but still, why does he feel fear?

I think fresh is becoming my favorite now, help, error do something

(Thank you again for your time✨️)

[sant-riley]

Domestic Simon Riley? 👀 -🪴

[With you] [Simon 'Ghost' Riley domestic headcanons]

(Romantic Ghost x Reader)

Summary: Simon is your disconcerning boyfriend, to most people it seems as if he'd be incapable of gentle touches and affection, you know better though.

More info: You're apart of 141, no one knows you two are dating, you are younger than him and are shorter than him in this.

Warnings: usage of the word Girl once but it is more geared towards fem! (This is so fucking self indulgent im sorry) possibly ooc for Ghost (idc tbh) , do these even count as domestic? Idk ive never dated someone, nothing else that I know of but do let me know if there is anything that needs to be tagged!

Ghost is so painfully subtle in public with the way he treats you, he'll never outwardly do anything romantic but his actions and how he looks at you while he does it makes people pause.

In your own quarters or homes though, its different.

He's extremely attentive to you, your wants, your needs, your dislikes, he knows it all, he classifies it as important as missions. Simon didn't have a good father growing up, he didn't get to see what a good husband was supposed to be like, he's learning from the bottom up and he takes it seriously.

You'll never have to ask him to make breakfast, he's always up before you and has it cooked on the table with your drink.

Knows exactly when it's the time you wake up, and if he's able he'll go wake you up personally, brushing your hair out of your face and gently running his fingers through to detangle it from your sleeping.

Despite how cute you are sleeping in just his large hoodie, he won't let you sleep in, y'all got stuff to do.

He'll pick you up and bring you down to the table, pressing a kiss to your temple, if that doesn't wake you up (you usually will look up for a real kiss), he isn't afraid to grab your face in one hand and just, smoosh your face, he knows you hate it but it's gonna wake you up bc you're trying to slap his hand away.

He sits across from you, but reaches out one arm across the table with his palm facing up so you can grab it whenever, he likes it when you play with his hands.

Don't get me started on Simon and washing dishes, he always takes over washing duty and let's you dry ‘em. But every other time, he's gonna let his hands stay wet and will tell you to “think fast” and flick water over you (if you truly hate it, he'll stop though)

you know that saying of peeling oranges? He's the biggest proof that there is somewhere out there that will do it for you without question. Doesn't matter what it is, if you don't prefer driving, he has no complaints about driving you everywhere, if you don't like washing your hair? Just tell him what products and what order you use them in, just sit there and relax.

If you wear makeup and you're too tired to take it off yourself, he'll do it for you and it makes me emotional.

In your shared bathroom, he sets you on top the counter and uses one hand to gently grab your chin, taking the remover and firmly rubbing off your eyeshadow/eyeliner/blush/etc, afterwards he'll murmer a “that's my girl.” (He loves you with or without makeup, but he loves you for you, doesn't matter which you choose to do that day or any day)

He covers the corners of the meeting tables when you bend down to grab at the pen you dropped, it's just second nature for him to protect you from hurting yourself. He's yanked you from the street, picked you up just with one arm to make sure you don't walk into something gross on the street, gotten in front of strangers who try and get in your face for something. His body completely covers your own, and he always has weapons on his person, he isn't afraid to resort to maiming someone for you, you're his number one priority.

Simon loves having you sleep on top of him, he finds the weight a good reminder that you're there, you're not going anywhere if you do, he'll notice right away. If you get up to go to the kitchen, he'll sleepily follow you and just stare at you for an uncomfortable amount of time til you realize he's there. He'll make fun of you too “You should know ‘m right here, what kind of soldier isn't aware-” “Simon, I'm literally in just a bra and boxers right now.”

He demands your attention, this is one he'll do on bass in front of others bc technically he can get a with it. You're next to a recruit he doesn't like? Suddenly there's papers on a recent mission he needs your signature on, or he needs you for special 141 training reasons (he wants you to come with him to the dining hall, he's hungry and he doesn't want to go alone)

Dude stands right up against your back, in every scenario. His chest is probably an inch away from your back. He's playfully called your shadow by Price and the rest of the guys.

He grabs your hips alot, usually just to rest his hands there, occasionally rubbing small circles into the flesh, humming.

Simon will try and subtly leave as well if you leave the room, he gives it 10 minutes before he makes his way out to find wherever you wandered off too 

Price finds it fucking hilarious, he'll look down at his watch and mentally countdown to when Simon makes his escape. Simon can fool most people but not John, the way Ghost will tap his foot and roll his shoulders are tell tale signs that he's had enough of being there.

He'll dance if you want him to, though he simply sways with you in his arms, if you're of a specific culture, he'll try his best to learn it but no promises, while he is fast learner and perfects everything he does, he's a big man, he's not that graceful.

Without thinking if he sees you're cold, he's stripping off his jacket to give it to you, he doesn't ask, he just moves behind you to drape it over your shoulders.

He'll take off his mask with you, and let you trace the scars that litter his face, let you trace his features too, he's fallen asleep to you doing it and he doesn't know how much you cried silently when he did.

Simon practices new jokes on you, to get your opinion of them until he can tell the others, the louder you groan the better the joke is in his eyes.

Soap asks why you don't even react anymore and you just sigh. You are tired.

When he's especially annoyed and done with the day, he just shoves his head into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you in a death grip while he takes deep breaths, in the least weird possible, your scent and body so close to him helps him destress.

One thing he makes a huge point to do is to clean your guns for you, yes you should do it yourself but ever since y'all have gotten together, he's taken it upon himself.

He's scared, more scared than anything that something will go wrong when you're both not on the same mission, this is just a way he can ensure your gun will fire correctly and efficiently, that you can defend yourself when he isn't there.

Speaking of weapons, he gives you one of his personal knives for you to keep, he'll ask for it back only to sharpen it, everything has to stay in its best shape.

Likes when you drape yourself over him when he's sitting, alas he is just a man so he likes to feel your chest against his back.

Pulls you into his lap if you walk by, he'll let you get up if you truly want to but he'll position you to sit sideways and will rub your legs as he watches whatever is on the TV.

For anyone who has arthritis, Ghost will take the time to rub your ointments into your hands, he knows what weather makes then worse and keeps his own tube of it onhand so he's prepared.

He's always buying you things, he knows that it's not necessary but for him, it sees it as ‘if for some reason I fail at something else, at least I can provide this��� someone hug him he's fighting for his life.

Stocks up on every single essential you can ever need, your comfort food and snacks? Always on base and always at your flat, if you two are walking around the shoppes and he sees you eyeball anything, bet your ass he's going online to order it for you immediately, and when it shows up, he just shrugs. He doesn't see it as a big deal, it's just money. Which is very cute but also a ps5 is NOT cheap sir, you can't just-

[theworldofotps]

I Like You (Drabble)

Pairing: Hook x Reader Word Counter: 1,029 Prompt: ❛ i like you. a lot. like a lot, a lot. ❜ ❛ you’re important to me, you piece of shit. ❜ ❛ it terrifies me what i would do for you. ❜

@omg-im-such-a-masochist here's your prompt my love I hope it's close to what you were imagining! ________ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen​ @new-zealand-chic​ @writtingrose​ @99hook @sjwrites22​ @sassymox​ @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex​ @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​ @demonqueen29​ @itsicantbelievethis666​ @lilred91​ @rebellious-desires​ @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart​ @serpantscorpio8497​ @thatpanpal​ @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart​ @vebner37​ @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars​ @seeingstarks​ @whenimakeitshine1234​ @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty​ @ironshamelessyouth​ @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin​ @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456  @mcreignsera

If you wanna be added to the list lemme know ________ “Did you hear?”

“What?”

Y/n asks looking up from her phone after her friend Anthony sat down beside her on one of the work crates.

“Hook has a date with one of the new intern girls and I’m not sure if it’s such a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because she was recommended to the company by Jericho, and you know he’s always trying to get some dirt on someone. I know you’re supposed to ask people questions when you try and get to know them, but her questions are intense.”

“Well, have you said anything to him about it?”

“You know he won’t listen to any of us that’s why the lads asked me if I would talk to you about it because maybe he would listen to you. After all you are one of the closet people to him apart from his dad.”

“So, in other words you want me to do your dirty work for you?”

She smiled watching as Anthony rubbed his cheek looking around the room before sitting down in the chair beside her.

“We tried to talk to him about it but he wouldn’t even give us the time of day about it just his usual fucking grunt and a blank stare. We just don’t want him to get hurt is all or have this woman fuck around with his feelings.”

“Have any of you bothered talking to the girl I mean the only thing you’ve said is her questions are kind of weird. That doesn’t mean she’s going to fuck Tyler over you can’t assume all woman interested in him are going to be bad.”

“You’re acting like I don’t know that you have feelings for him.”

“Shut up!”

Y/n hissed looking around to be sure that nobody overheard Anthony’s big mouth before turning her gaze back to him.

“Nobody else needs to know that least of all him, I’ll talk to him but I’m not going to just assume she’s after him for bad reasons.”

“Thanks, you’re the best text me how it goes.”

“Yeah yeah I will.”

Standing up Y/n throws her trash away than turns heading out the doors she figured that if Tyler wasn’t warming up somewhere; he was bound to be lurking around the hallways listening to his music. Walking around for a few minutes she pulled her phone out sending him a text.

‘Where are you?’

‘My dad’s locker room’

‘Can I come talk with you?’

‘Yep’

Pocketing her phone, she makes her way through halls and soon arrived in front of the door, giving a light knock she waited.

“Come on in y/n.”

“Hey thanks for giving me a few minutes to chat with you.”

She smiled poking her head in the door and closed it behind her after stepping inside, leaning against the door she watched as he moved around the room. Then patted the couch cushion beside him, y/n walked over sitting down and stretched her legs out.

“What’s up?”

“So, Anthony told me you had a date with one of the new interns.”

“Yep, I’m going out with her tomorrow night, he was trying to give me some hassle earlier, but I just ignored him.”

Tyler pushed the hair out of his eyes adjusting his hoodie then looked over at her.

“Is that why you’re here to give me some trouble?”

“No, I just wanted to come talk to you because he’s worried about you all the lads are and since you won’t hear him out. Anthony is hoping that you’ll at least be willing to hear me out about it although lord knows you don’t always listen to me when you should.”

“You guys are always on my ass when I’m planning on going out with someone, I know what I’m doing I’m not a child.”

“Nobody said you were, but your friends are concerned so the least you could do is at least hear them out a little. Anthony said that the woman was asking some weird ass questions and he’s just worried about you.”

“Look it’s fine I can handle myself y/n I don’t need to be looked after, beside you don’t see me jumping every time someone asks you out. So why can’t you just let me do my thing.”

Looking at him surprised by his sudden change in tone y/n’s eyes narrowed slightly as she huffed at him.

“Because you’re important to me you piece of shit.”

Y/n snapped as she stood up off the couch and started pacing back and forth.

“We care about you and we don’t want you getting hurt we care about you.”

“I know you do but it’s not a big deal, there’s no need to get so bent out of shape.”

“Oh my gods you really are dense I like you. a lot. like a lot a lot. And I just want to be sure you aren’t going to get hurt by anyone. I couldn’t stand the idea of you getting hurt by someone you may be emotionally invested in. It’s terrifies me what I would do for you, just please let us do what we need to try and keep you safe.”

Y/n ranted but stopped when he stared at her his eyes wide at her confession.

“You like me?”

“That’s what I just told you, now you go ahead and go on your date but at least hear Anthony out he’s one of your best friends.”

Tyler quickly got off the couch grabbing her arm when she turns to leave, she hadn’t meant to embarrass herself like that in front of him.

“So should I pick you up around seven?”

“What?”

“Anthony may have let it slip that you had feelings for me and so we cooked this up to see if you’d actually admit it.”

Tyler smirked pulling y/n against his chest and held her hips as she stared at him in shock as she tried to comprehend what he was saying.

“That little fucker.”

“So, is that a yes?”

“Mm just let me know how I need to dress, and I’ll see you then.”

Y/n smiled wrapping her arms around him their lips meeting in a soft kiss.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Light Angst (2) Masterlist

part one

Back In high school (we used to take it slow) (ao3) - heart_is_gonna_flatline michael/luke, calum/ashton N/R, 13k

Summary: Luke starts a new job as an English teacher in a high school, he meets Michael, the music teacher, and they start a musical project together. (Of course they fall in love along the way)

Band-Aid @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) ot4 E, 7k

Summary: Calum is having a bad day and wants to feel loved.

between all the gasping, i finally breathe (ao3) - bellawritess michael/luke T, 8k

Summary: Sick probably more accurately describes how Luke is going to feel after four in the morning at the beach in the middle of September. If it were anyone else, that would deter him. In fact, that would be his excuse. Love to go, but I'm afraid I'll catch cold.

But it's not anyone else. It's Michael. And the thing with Michael that Luke learned a long time ago is that you have to carve out moments with him and clench them in your fist or you'll find yourself fading from his life.

'cause im always tugging at your sleeve (ao3) - inanearlieround michael/luke G, 2k

Summary: Michael tries not to overthink.

domestic bliss (ao3) - sunshineash luke/ashton T, 8k

Summary: 5 times ashton irwin kicks luke hemmings out to sleep and 1 time he lets him stay

Fell In Love With a Boy at the Rock Show (ao3) - warmstableplace michael/calum, michael/ofc, luke/ashton M, 4k

Summary: Michael impulsively buys tickets to an emo festival in Las Vegas to meet up with a girl he's been talking to on Discord, but has no idea how he's gonna get there. Luckily, Calum has a car...

he was sunshine (i was midnight rain) - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 5k

Summary: Luke and Ashton are roommates, which sounds perfectly fine, but Ashton is the biggest grump according to Luke. At least, only during the Christmas holidays. Luke makes it his mission to get Ashton to like Christmas by the end of the month.

i'm better than him (just saying) - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) michael/luke T, 3k

Summary: Luke's boyfriend is a total loser, and all of his friends keep telling him. Especially Michael, who's been in love with Luke for as long as he can remember. Michael's always there for Luke whenever his boyfriend treats him like garbage. But after a disastrous date, everything goes downhill, and Luke realizes that maybe Michael has been right this whole time.

in pieces (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum T, 4k

Summary: He needs to leave. Go somewhere, change the scenery. He doesn’t want to, because he’s a goddamn mess who shouldn’t be let loose in public. If anyone saw him in this state he’d dissolve, but he can’t stomach even trying to pretend he feels normal right now either. Paste on a pleasant smile and make polite small talk? He’d rather peel his fingernails off one at a time.

laser tag (ao3) - inanearlieround michael/luke N/R, 1k

Summary: Luke takes Michael somewhere else after an interview trying to figure out how to break through to him.

making the most of the night (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum E, 28k

Summary: “Cal! Have you met Luke?” Ashton has one arm around a tall blonde guy wearing a sheepish smile and a barely buttoned shirt, and he wraps his other around Calum, pulling him in close. “You should talk. You’ve got a lot in common. Shit exes, for example.”

Calum looks over this Luke person he apparently has a lot in common with, and he does seem a little familiar. Maybe Calum has met him before. But that doesn’t seem right either, because he thinks he’d remember meeting someone so…bright. Noticeable. Luke doesn’t exactly blend into a crowd. Calum’s not certain, though — he could’ve met Luke while he was super drunk or super tired or super distracted by his ex-boyfriend.

“Sure, yeah,” Calum agrees, dodging the question. “Luke, would you like to spend a fun evening talking about our shit exes and feeling sad about it?”

never one for winter (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum M, 20k

Summary: “Hey Cal, it’s Luke. Uh, so I’m actually coming home for Christmas. Kind of a last minute thing. I’m literally on a plane, about to take off but, um — are you gonna be around tonight? I thought maybe I could stop by. Let me know, and I’ll figure it out when I land.”

As soon as the plane lands, Luke flips off airplane mode and waits, shaking from the suspense, the stress, the everything that has been his life over the past few hours.

There’s a text from Calum. 

Calum: i’m around. And i’ve got tequila.

New - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/ashton E, 10k

Summary: Luke doesn’t remember whose idea it was to chain him to the fucking ceiling but he’s decided he’s going to get their name and send them a goddamn fruit basket, because he has never seen Ashton look at him like this before, and he has that crew member to thank.

planted in my mind (ao3) - burstintocolor (anchormate) michael/luke T, 1k

Summary: Michael has had a stressful day of work. Luke wants to help.

or, boys are dumb and don't realise theyre already in love

slut me out (or keep me forever) (ao3) - riibread luke/ashton M, 4k

Summary: Ashton decides dating is not for him, enter Luke with a steel chair

the skies falling down (end of the world) @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 4k

Summary: Luke is severely hurt, and Ashton is desperate to find something to heal his best friend. He’s on the brink of giving up when he meets Michael and Calum, who happen to be from a community that has medical supplies.

ups and downs @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) ot4 T, 8k

Summary: Ashton finds out he's pregnant in the middle of 5 Seconds Of Summer's North America tour. Telling his three boyfriends the news doesn't go as smoothly as he hoped it would.

what a ghostly scene @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 4k

Summary: Michael, Luke and Ashton are paranormal investigators. They hunt ghosts for a living. There’s a house Michael has wanted to investigate ever since he was a little boy. Finally, the owner gives them permission to investigate it. Unfortunately, not everything goes to plan.

[sugdenlovesdingle]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

thanks for tagging me @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

I love wasting time with these things when I'm supposed to be writing 😉

How many works do you have on AO3? In total 262, for tarlos 24 (and counting)

What's your total AO3 word count? 642,739 (holy shit)

What fandoms do your write for? at the moment just 911 lone star/tarlos, but I'm kind of looking into RWRB/firstprince, and depending on a certain mister R. Hawley, I might get pulled back into emmerdale/robron

What are your top five fics by kudos? I'll stick to tarlos for this or else it'll just be 5 robron fics Austin TX first responders week - TK and Carlos have to give a talk about their jobs at a school for Austin's first responders week. Filling in the blanks - a post episode/missing moment of Owen finding out what happened to Carlos in 4x04 See you later - Marjan going to say goodbye to a still recovering Carlos before she leaves in 4x05 - kind of a missing moment It started with a concussion - a meet ugly with Carlos literally running into TK while chasing a suspect Love and Lou - The Lou fic! Vet!Carlos AU meet cute with a little help from Lou I and II

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Not as often as I should. I never know what to say other than "Thank you" and i just end up reading the comments 50 times over (and i save the emails from AO3) and I'm like I LOVE YOU PERSON LEAVING A COMMENT ON MY SILLY LITTLE STORY YOU MADE MY DAY - but only in my head because i don't want to seem too weird. Idk - I overthink things.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don't do angsty endings. Though PS I love you is a little bittersweet I guess. TK getting a letter from Gwyn on his wedding day.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All of them! I need a happy ending - always. But I suppose it was 'earned' the most in California where they both Go Through It before they get their happy ending.

Do you get hate on fics? I haven't on tarlos fics but I did get a hater on one of my anti chas robron fics once. I just deleted the comment.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Not really. I've tried... but it's just not for me.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Not really. Unless you count the tiny blink and you miss it RWRB reference in Swing swing.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not as far as I know.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope but I've translated fics from German to English for a friend yeeeeeaaaars ago - for Luke/Noah from As The World Turns

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have, several. For Luke/Noah from ATWT way back in the day. it was an Experience™

What's your all time favourite ship? I can't pick just one!

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Undercover Carlos - I really want to finish it but I'm so bad at multi chapter fics. I'm bad at planning and I lose motivation and everyone else loses interest. I'm going to try get back to it when I'm done with my flufftober fics (so somewhere next summer or so 🙃)

What are your writing strengths? Dialogue for sure. and cutesy oneshots.

What are your writing weaknesses? Describing stuff. Translating the "picture" I have in my head to words on 'paper' is The Worst. Also planning and plotting a story - I tend to make stuff up as I go (which is why I suck at long multichapter fics)

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Don't do it unless you speak the language or know someone who does who can check it for you. Google translate is NOT your friend. A few words here and there (like the Spanish terms of endearment in tarlos fics) is fine, you can't really go wrong with that, but for more than that you need someone who actually speaks the language.

First fandom you wrote for? Luke and Noah - As The World Turns

Favourite fic you've written? For Tarlos I had a lot of fun with my Lou fic that I mentioned earlier and The perfect costume has done some interesting things to my insta algorithm, and The power of a muddy dog was fun because I like soft!TK with Buttercup. But all of my fics have *something* that makes them *special* to me.

If you've read all this... I'm impressed lol

tagging: @noxsoulmate @carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @lightningboltreader @bonheur-cafe @sanjuwrites and and an open tag for whoever feels like doing this because I never know who to tag!

[askthedespairkids]

What I was Made For

*With today being their possible last day of training Sly has Komaru wake up early so they can get training out of the way and have the rest of their day to prepare. After a couple hours of training he ends it with the two of them meditating outside. The two sit side by side not a sound besides their respective breathing until*

Sly: *He opens his eyes and looks over at Komaru, who is still focused on her meditation. He quietly gets up and positions himself right in front of her. He reaches his finger out and pokes her attempting to knock her off balance* Komaru.

*She doesn't even wobble this time but her eyes fly open in surprise* Huh? What's wrong?

Sly: Hmm. Would you look at that. Not even an inch off center. You’ve gotten better

You think so? It doesn't always feel like it, but I'm happy if see something. *She stands up as well*

Sly: I think with that, we can call it a day. How are you feeling?

It's hard not to worry, but at the same time I'm thinking...that this is what we've all been fighting for. So, more than anything, I don't wanna disappoint anybody. I don't wanna disappoint you after you spent so much time teaching me.

Sly: Hmm. I’ve been waiting to ask you, but have you decided on where you’re gonna be for all that’s coming?

Honestly...I think I should stay here. I think I'd just get in the way of the others if I went somewhere else.

Sly: I’m not sure I understand what you mean? Get in the way?

It's all well and good train here, but when I was out there at the Despair Base and I fought Towa-san. I just thought to myself afterwards 'I could have easily died just now'. And...it's gonna be so much worse tomorrow that I'm worried I won't be able to think of anything else. I don't want to be a liability...

Sly: So you’re scared?

I guess. Isn't it normal to be scared during this sort of situation?

Sly: Ya know, *He looks down at the ground* this thought has been creeping into my head since the announcement, I���m scared too.

...y-yeah right. Aren't you used to being on death's door? It's like your whole thing...wait. Are you really?

Sly: *He sighs* No. Not like that anyway. I’ve sent so many people to “deaths door” and after the mission with my dad I should’ve went through them myself. My death doesn’t scare me. In fact I think im truly lost my right to have the fear. What scares me is living.

You're...scared you'll survive? Why would you be scared of that?

Sly: I…Komaru…*He rubs his neck. Fingers grazing his dog tag* What do you think of me? Honestly?

Hmm...what do I think of you? I mean, I think you're an amazing teacher. I feel like I'm way more capable than I've ever been and it's all because you saw something in me.

And you're scary, but not mean. Not mean in a cruel way, in any case. Sometimes you're still harsh, but from a place of support...I guess, that's what I think?

Sly: A good teacher huh. I figured it’d be something like that. *He clutches his dogtag* The reason I'm scared of living is because of this. I’m sure as you know…this was my mother’s dogtag…. She uh…she passed away when I was young. Before I was even officially considered an assassin. Whenever I could be, I was attached at her hip. I loved my mother. More than anything in the world and when she was killed it left such a huge hole in me. When I found this tag at the orphanage she grew up in it never left my side again. It’s my memory of my mother…but even with the tag, at the end of the day it’s just a tag. As time has gone by…I…find myself forgetting her face. Forgetting her voice. Her mannerisms. I know we’re assassins. Born killers and die killers. But that was still my mom and I can’t tell you much about her…. It’s just not there anymore. The scary part isn’t dying but it’s having someone you care about die and your memories fading away. In my time here I’ve come to care about so many people that are gonna be in harms way, my fear is that if I lose one and I keep living…what if I forget them too.

…Sly…I can't begin to really imagine it. That after this time I could ever forget the people that helped me get here. I think I'd struggle to forget Koizumi-san’s voice. Or Otonashi-san’s smirk when she notices you lying about something. Or the way that Harukawa-san's eyes shift when she tries to pretend she doesn't care about something. Or even when you used to try and stop yourself from smiling like you would deny yourself joy.

You used to do it for so long, but even to this day I haven't forgotten what that looks like…the people we care about today might not be here tomorrow, it's true…that's why we have to cherish those details while we can because we really don't take note of them until we aren't able to see them all the time anymore. I think what's scary is the fear that you took those things for granted when you could witness them.

Sly: Which is why I’ll be on the front lines. It’s easier to see that you took things for granted once they’re gone but I have no plan of losing anything. I’ll fight my hardest to protect the ones I care about. As your teacher the idea that you would be in the way is asinine. You are more capable than the majority of people here. I’ve seen the work you’ve put in and there’s no doubt in my mind that you are an asset. Not a liability.

Even if you say all of that, it won't mean much if I just end up freezing when push comes to shove...but despite that I still want to protect everybody.

Sly: I’m not gonna tell you to come out on the front lines. Everyone has their own path to follow. But I don’t wanna hear that it’s cause you’re incapable. You wanna protect people? Trust in your training and do your best wherever you are. Everyone around you has more confidence in you than you have in yourself.

...okay. Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I don't want to be anywhere but the front lines.

I want to be useful! I want to help everyone as best as I can...so I'll do it.

Sly: *He places a hand on her shoulder* You’re gonna be okay. I’m sure of it. You’re gonna have to be cause *He takes off his dog tag and reaches it out to her* I want you to return this after all the dust settles.

Huh? But isn't this important to you? Are you sure you'd wanna entrust it to me?

Sly: I know for you I’m just your teacher. If we’re honest you’d prolly stay far away from me if I wasn’t. But for me I think about some of the moments we’ve had since we met. Like how you said it’s hard to trust me since it doesn’t seem like I trust you as much. I’m not very good at stuff like that but this is the best way I can think of to show you that you have my deepest trust as a student but also as a person. You are whether you believe it or not someone I care about so taking this is also a promise to me do your best but to also do all you can to survive.

*She's very visibly speechless. Hesitantly she picks up the dog tag and puts it on*

I...I want you know as well that I've really valued this time as well. I wouldn't still be here without you.

So, I'll repay you and make sure you get this back tomorrow.

Sly: It’ll be my honor to fight besides you. So let’s show them what we’re made of.

You got it!

[oceanwithouthermoon]

have you ever considered some abstract-ass pairings? like the "how the fuck did you even come up with that pairings?

im not accusing you of doing it lol, but i personally do and am. curious to see if i am normal

IM NOT TOTALLY SURE, because i tend to have very specific reasonings for why i think two characters would be good together, but i definitely think that from an outside perspective some of my ships can be seen as pretty abstract..

(under the cut again sorry im nonstop yapping for way too long guys..)

BUT almost any pairing you think of in a semi-popular fandom like saiki k, SOMEBODY has probably made content about it.. and its more popular in japan, so you may not be able to FIND ur pairing but theres probably SOMETHING out there about it, just in a language you aren't searching in or something.. like, toritsuka x kuboyasu is one pairing i have NEVER seen an english speaking person post about, but if you go in japanese or korean speaking saiki k spaces, that ship is EXTREMELY popular! theres TONS of fanart!!

so yea, whats popular or even what gets any content at all can be surprising sometimes.. like, a few of my favorite tdlosk ships are arisu x rifuta, arisu x aiura, and rifuta x yumehara (+arisu x yumehara but this is kinda popular i think) (im just a lesbian with a bias towards sapphic ships, i see two pretty girls and i ship..) and i shipped them before i ever started looking online for content and when i finally did, i didnt think i would ever see any content of them but. there is. theres plenty of content of them. theyre rare enough pairs that i dont think they have ship names so it can be hard to actually find that content since theres no ship name ever tagged, but it very much exists!

if youd asked me this like a month ago i wouldve said that saiki x suzumiya is one of these abstract ships for me (if you wanna know why i like it, i just like the idea of instead of satou being so average he balances her out, saiki just like superhero-ing every other minute without her even noticing. i also like this as a polycule which ill talk about in a minute-) but somebody on here posted it around that time LOL.. theres also some other rare pairs i enjoy like mera x saiki or kuboyasu x yumehara, but though these are rare-ish pairs, they still have a notable presence so i wouldnt quite call them abstract.. (also yo damn well kubosai is my NUMBER ONEEEE ship, which you could call a rare pair if you didnt go on tumblr or ao3 cuz its VERY concentrated over here and doesnt really exist anywhere else.. except in the japanese fandom LOL.. but yea its definitely not a rare pair over here, its gotten way more popular recently too..)

the more abstractness comes when you start shipping polycules... then its way less likely for you to be able to find your specific ship.. lol.. like the ones i just talked about, you put rifuta x yumehara x arisu x aiura all together ?? no WAY am i gonna find that, it may exist somewhere but youll never find it, or at least i couldnt lol.. some of my fav rare (more like completely nonexistent except for some IVE posted about) polyam ships are the one i just said, kuboyasu x saiki x hairo x nendo, (also love kuboyasu x saiki x kaido but this one actually gets content hehe.. same with kuboyasu x kaido x yumehara.. LOVE that one..) mera x yumehara x aiura, kuboyasu x saiki x saiko (x kaido maybe), toritsuka x kaido x yumehara, mera x saiki x kuboyasu (x saiko sometimes and/or hairo) and probably more that im forgetting... i also really love the psychickers x satou and suzumiya which im actually not sure if theres ever been content of them, i think the only time ive seen it mentioned is someone being like "theyre dating hehe" on a pic of them lol.. its a funny ship for me because its actually one of my favorites even though some of the individual ships im not a fan of + i also hc that satou is very very straight but idk.. somehow this works.. i feel like maybe if he starts dating suzumiya and shes bi and polyam then it might accidentally give him a sexuality crisis because hes probably never even considered that he could be queer before.. idk.. whatever.. it just works..

idk, someone give me examples of tdlosk rare pairs that could actually work...

[oiveyzmir]

20 questions for fic writers!!

Thank you @slavicviking for the tag!!!! You’re the best

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently 8!!! I was afraid to publish things in the past so like. Yeah. Most of the fics I’ve written are Not There

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

115,863 which is insane to me ngl

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently I’m fully devoted to writing Stranger Things fics but y’know hyperfixations come and go

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Paper cuts, unrequited love and other things that burn

What would Peter do?

Heartbreaker

Saudade

Maldonado Films (the original has more kudos but I love the rewrite more lol)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

No because I’m too overwhelmed to do that, but I read them all and weep you have NO IDEA how much it means

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmmm I’m not one for angsty endings but Saudade was kinda out there

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ooooh nothing but bliss easily

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No thankfully but I do get bots!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope idk maybe one day

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I wrote a destiel/johnlock one when I was like 14 it was wild such a shame I have no record of it

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Funny story but after I’ve written an Eldonado fic set in a video store there was a Netflix show starring Tyler Alvarez set in a video store. Not that I’m saying they’ve stolen the idea for my fic that has like 200 hits but I’m also not not saying that

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope but I have translated a few other fics back in the good old Wattpad days

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yeah!!! It was a fun experience

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Pass next question

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Love song for dreams and dreamers. Sorry I guess

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogues!!!!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Literally everything but dialogues I’m struggling

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

That’s cool as long as it gets translated somewhere in the fic? Like even in footnotes or whatever

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Literally Casi Angeles, an Argentinian telenovela I was SUPER into when I was 8-12

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Nothing but Bliss is my baby in all ways but physical I love it sooooooo much. And also Maldonado Films has a warm place in my heart it was kinda cute ngl

Im pretty sure all of my writer friends had already been tagged by someone else or had already done it (and also I don’t wanna bother anyone lol) so everyone who read this far is considered to be tagged by me!!!!!! Tag me if you do it I love reading everyone’s answers 🤍🤍

[frankiegirl]

im at a train station and i was casually scrolling through your emeto/vom tags and while i was reading a post someone next to me threw up i think you summoned them

anyway now im thinking of poor frankie on a day trip somewhere and his stomach is playing up all day but he doesn't think much of it (it's always doing something one way or another) and at the end of it he's alone waiting for a train and now he has time to think about it his stomach is getting worse and worse but he forgot his medication at home and he's trying not to think about it but all the water he's been drinking is making him feel worse and worse

he doesn't want to throw up on the station because it's embarrassing and the platform is full but he might not have any other choice he can feel his stomach gurgling and he's getting hot flashes and his mouth is full of spit and he's burping more and more frequently and he's covering his mouth to stop it coming but he's too late.....

(i'm so sorry i just came in to tell you about the person throwing up while i was reading vom posts and then something overcame me)

Wait oh my god !!!!!! That’s amazing (I mean I hope that person is okay and everything) but what a world !!!!! wonder if they were reading over your shoulder hehe.

But oh god, yeah, he probably really did think it was nothing for most of the day. Maybe some hunger if anything - so he’d made sure to eat lunch and stay hydrated but he just felt so full now. Gerard had asked him several times toward the end of the evening if he had been feeling okay - and he said yes because he had been, he truly had. But now that he’s alone…well, he’s far from alone like you said. There’s at least 20 other people on the platform and if they haven’t noticed him squeezed into himself on the bench before now they’re going to notice him soon when he can’t keep his stomach in place anymore. Maybe if he’s lucky no one will recognize him and they’ll just think he’s some drunk vagrant who can’t hold his liquor. That thought sends his head spinning and he thrusts it between his knees, trying desperately to calm his breaths through his teeth. It wasn’t working. He was sweating one second, dripping with it, and then flash frozen the next, teeth nearly chattering. He wished Gerard was still here -

The sound of squealing brakes broke through Frank’s thoughts and screamed into his head so loudly that his bones shook. His stomach roiled, grumbled terribly, and was forcing itself up his throat without much warning. It came in gushes, Frank tried to keep himself as quiet as possible, hoping to go unnoticed in the shuffle of boarding and disembarking. He kept his head lowered between his knees, well aware of the puddle spreading onto his sneakers. All the water he had drank today was forcing itself out, along with the bits and pieces of food he had choked down, all tinged stinging bright with stomach acid. It was terrible, the muscles in his chest twisted with pain during each miserable retch.

Finally empty, panting and fighting off dry heaves, Frank took in the silence around him. He was going to have to call Gerard after all. He’d missed his train.

[holly-fixation]

like on one hand a small part of me that shrivels and cries and evaporates at angst and hurt/no comfort wants to think "sephis dream tidbit is suffering from Dream Logic and that's why it's so stark and empty" (i don't remember their url but i think it was on thunglr someone was saying 'please god let this be like when you have a dream at your house but it's a walmart with a secret library your dad owns' kind of thing) and that he at least had a bed and maybe one bedside table for the world's worst glass of water. MAYBE he was just sitting on a crate because his 10000% sleep deprived brain interpreted heli chair as crate. maybe that crate is his only other piece of furniture help help help HELP

on the other hand that throats angst like it'll run away before i can have it: maybe he DID have a slightly less desolate room before episode 1 and part of his punishment is to be deprived of a room that isn't just a holding cell that maybe has a bed off screen but tbh i wouldn't put it past hojo to multitask with punishment and also "we need to see how little my perfect specimen can survive on so we know just how much it can be plopped somewhere to kill and we don't even need to hurry back for pick up" like sure he will concede seph needs to sleep, that's why there's still one shitty little blanket left in the FUCKING CHAMBER. SORRY ITS ALL HITTING ME but if there is anything off screen and for this fictional characters sake i hope there is some sleeping arrangement but episode 1 might have cost seph his cot or horrible hospital mattress on the floor on top of everything else.

i believe? it was altocat (hi i also come to your inbox to shout regularly LMAO) who mentioned that before seeing the dream the hc for sephs room was more like a glass box so he can be observed at all times and that is grotesque (eating it with my bare hands reveling in it enjoying pain) but with the dream room being a box with a single entrance/exit makes me feel sooooo much worse for seph if that truly is where he's kept. like he already knows he's being watched and observed and recorded at all times, but there's only one way in and out of the room and he has to watch everything and everyone come in and walk out of there and there's nothing he can do to stop them

and to cope his brain (or the jenova cells taking advantage of the depression weakness or the some other third thing I AM IN AAAAGGGOOONNNYYYY) take him back to the terrible room where nothing good has ever happened because it's the only constant he's had that isn't hurting him directly and overtly. and his mommy is there and loves him and when i think of it as "childish" it feels a bit wrong bc that usually comes with an insult but it really is just like..... first of all 14 is nearly infantile and he was NOT socialized as a kitten so his regulation is horrible at best and non-existent at reality but it really is just like. very young child self soothing.

and THEN!!!!! the fanon over the years being sephs very nice apartment in the shinra building but he never decorates and is hardly ever in it hurts so much more now. like of course he doesn't decorate HE HAD A BOX. HE DOESN'T GO IN THERE BECAUSE HES ONLY EVER HAD BOX. AAAA

also hahaha i saw your tags about not really having an idea of who i could be im new here and just like staying anon in boxes, thank u for allowing anon spots for me to wail in. ep 2 is going to smite me

Look I will fully admit the "dream logic" argument doesn't fly if Angeal's pink/purple haze dream is accepted as true.

Although this is the first time I've seen someone say the room might be a punishment and not his actual bedroom. But if it is a dream, why would it be in his punishment room and not his actual room? I don't know. But everything we learned about Sephiroth this episode hurts.

[emcapi-gaming]

#im sure arkose is getting a lot of enrichment from being in the sun www (@ferrocyan)

Oh ABSOLUTELY!!! They grew up in the dome and were SO excited to get to go out and see the sky in real life. (Well, to see everything, really, but the sky was very special!) They're also having a lot of fun with the novelty of being somewhere warm enough to wear an open shirt. With the lack of sun, I think Heritage Found in general stayed pretty chilly, and Arkose spent the vast majority of their time in Solution 9 which has very "air conditioned mall/convention center" vibes to me.

Overall, Arkose is THRIVING. Being stuck in the dome was terrible for both their mental and physical health.

(additional detailed rambling on how Arkose is doing under the cut because I started putting it in tags and then it kept getting longer lol)

Mental health:

Soul inherited from someone whose most defining trait was traveling + being stuck in a relatively tiny area = nightmare scenario. Like, probably second only to Amon in terms of "worst possible soul to environment mismatch." They hit rock bottom and clawed their way back up on their own some time before Ardwin And Friends blew up a train, but it was still distinctly a "mental health being held together with duct tape" situation.

Physical health:

Arkose's levin sickness isn't totally fixed, but between being out of the dome most of the time and regular contact with Ardwin*, it's massively stabilized. Their symptoms have always been pretty variable, but the bad end of the spectrum no longer seems to be slowly worsening over time, the good end has improved to "almost nothing," and their average has shifted strongly towards the good end and is continuing to gradually improve.

They still get bad flare-ups during storms or if they stay in S9/Heritage Found for too long, and worse ones if they get hit with any levin-based magic in a fight, but they're also able to bounce back from these faster than before.

I also plan to figure out a way for Arkose to get into some physical therapy for some of the residual effects. With the exception of occasional focal seizures, their symptoms are consistently the worst at the furthest extremities (fingers/toes) and decrease towards the center. So even though they're having far less numbness/nerve pain/localized paralysis, they still have some notable muscle atrophy in their hands and feet and would definitely benefit from some work on grip strength, fine motor skills, and walking/running without braces. I just need to figure out a good way to get them in touch with someone who can help with that.

*The "contact with Ardwin" thing: Ardwin and Ardbert accidentally discovered on the First that he was able to siphon some of the Light from her via physical touch. Similar principle to rejoinings, but on a much smaller scale; he could also only take a very limited amount, being incorporeal and a less dense soul. Their merge was a lot more effective. It was like the difference between bailing out a sinking ship vs. patching the leak.

It works similarly between her and Arkose, and was how she discovered they were another Arkadios shard. This does result in Ardwin's aether getting unbalanced, but she's way more dense and still has the Blessing of Light protecting against aether corruption, so it's not even remotely enough for her to feel any effects. She'll also naturally balance back out over time unless she's staying in the dome.

There are some limitations. One, it only kicks in when they're past a certain relative threshold of imbalance, so there's a long cooldown while Ardwin trends back towards being balanced and Arkose trends back towards being imbalanced. Two, it doesn't work really well if it's an environmental issue (stormy weather and/or visiting Arkose's home), or if Ardwin has also spent the fight getting hammered with levin magic; a common occurrence, because even if she's not officially tanking, she'll insist on sticking in front of Arkose the second she sees any levin being thrown around.

(Ardbert doesn't really factor in here because when Ardwin summons him, his body is a construct from her aether, so he shares whatever her current state is.)

Soulmates sneaking in some chill vacation time :)

(Arkose, on the left, goes by they/them. Also, full size for better view of their top scars!)

[okikurumi]

Spookami day 23 (give or take): Nightmare

[kavaeroexe]

HELLO!!! your yandere padme and anakin fic has me in a chokehold, you are seriously talented! if you're still taking requests I'd love some yandere Wrecker or yandere/sith obi wan headcanons, whichever one works for you- im OBSESSED WITH BOTH OF THEM❤❤❤‼️‼️thank you ❤️

Oh my god... THANKYOU ARIEFJAJFDJF I HONESTLY DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY, LETS GET STARTED <3

Take what you deserve.

Sith!Obi-wan x reader

warning: typos, bad grammar  

attention! please do not try to repost my works, I only post my works on Tumblr, if anyone see someone stole my works please inform me through the comments, tag me in the works, or message me!  

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strict of course

but when I talk about strict Sith Obi-wan, I really mean strict, that means the punishment is also something we all want to avoid.

force choking-? that’s one of it

but when he’s mad enough, it will be the stage of him starving you until you beg for help

cutting your limbs? never impossible

especially if you’re a rebel and you’re a Jedi

cutting your limbs is truly one of the options he’ll use for you

but if you really reach the point you made him run out of his own patience

but he’s a patient man, even if he’s a Sith

because he learns to be soft around you

if he becomes suddenly silent or stops visiting you, then soon he will prepare something for you that you are sure you will never like, punishment of course.

if you face that situation, I think it’s better to seek his forgiveness rather than using that free time to escape

if you escape, the punishment will be even harder.

just don’t be stupid.

you know the situation

just love him then your whole life will never be miserable and helpless

okay about cutting your limbs...

I think when he finally does that, he’ll feel super bad, seeking your forgiveness but will also say “It’s for your best” when actually it’s for his best.

for his best so you’ll learn your lesson, not to run away

one day he just gives you synthetic arms/legs for which one he cuts your body idk which one

and if you’re trying to run away with that gifts he gave you, don’t worry, he got a small remote here to control that synthetic arm/legs, maybe he could turn it off (especially if he’s cutting legs if you run away and turning the hand ones if you’re using your lightsaber or blaster)

but after that, he’ll slowly approach you and ask what makes you uncomfortable here

he’ll hug you, stroking your hair softly while asking in a soft, sad voice asking what’s wrong, what is the thing you despise here that makes you keep and keeps running away.

maybe his attitude, or this place, he sure he can change it for you, just for you.

if you’re once his close friend, he knows everything about you, what you like and what you’re scared of

he’ll use that against you

but only in words, he actually never does it, but his words are sound serious enough makes you consider your rebel action sometimes

because if he really does it, it will make everything complicated, I think.

actually he hates it when he has to punish you violently, but he got no other choice

he’s between love or hates your crying, he loves to wipe it out when you’re crying in his arms after he catches you and then goes “shh shh it’s okay, I’m here with you, we can delay the punishment until you stop crying, right here in my arms”

yandere Jedi Obi with yandere Sith Obi is a total different y’know

you don’t know? now you know, you’re welcome..!

but if you are in love with how the way he is

he’s over the karking galaxy.

hell cuddle when he’s in bad mood, he’ll kiss before and after he goes to work, and he’ll be a super nice husband.

bad rumor about you among the admirals, captains, clones, or anyone it is? there will be no tomorrow for them.

he’ll never show his anger, despite you already know who he is

basically just doesn’t want to scare you, he doesn’t want to see your scared face

when you’re crying he’ll wrap you around his arms but silently make a murder plan in his head somewhere in the storage of his brain but he’ll make sure he’ll be there until you’re done crying and feeling better.

“it’s okay dear, you’re stronger than them, and soon everything will be fine because I know you’re strong.”

he loves it when you scold him every time he got injured after a mission, even though the scar is not that bad and it’s also had been taken care of before he comes home, but he loves at your cute mad face scolding him, he then kiss your lips and you becoming quickly silent is also cute for him, sometimes he laughs it off after he kisses you.

but he’s a sweet man after all

MORNING ROUTINE WITH THIS ONE SITH IS-

it’s between he wakes up earlier and then left you because emergency

or he wakes up late by purpose so you’ll wake him up

and playfully tuck you to bed again, fills your face with a thousand passionate kisses here and there

but if you tickle him first, he’ll either wake up or trap you in and give you his revenge

he’s sensitive when being tickled, no more denial. HE’S TICKLISH.

I guess that’s all for yandere portion, I love this man so much you just don’t know about it

[roadkillxd]

( im 18+, cis male reader! )

could you write something that’s somewhere along the lines of the reader catching their partner cheating on them with someone else at a party? they storm out angry and upset, order a spree driver which happens to be kurt :)) .

dom!kurt && maybe some overstim (he still has his murderous intent for the reader until he realizes what happened to them. the rest is up to you! twist the prompt up however you’d like!)

Alright, so maybe I got halfway through this and remembered this was a dom!Kurt prompt... he had a moment of clarity, okay?

↪ 2260 words — 18+ / SMUT — tw for panic attacks, mention of infidelity, crying, man-handling, and mild body hair kink.

Content tags — cis male submissive reader / cis male dominant Kurt / car sex, handjobs, blowjobs, penetrative sex, anal sex.

It’s the last way you expected the night to go—two years, just thrown out the window so your partner could get laid. You hadn’t even wanted to come to the party in the first place, but maybe it’s better this way. At least you know, now, that you weren’t good enough for them.

You desperately blink through the tears, vision blurry with the wetness as you fumble to order yourself a Spree ride. You’re trying not to think about it, the fancy LA mansion you’re standing outside of rumbling with bass-heavy music that makes your stomach flip. 

You’re still crying when the Prius pulls up to the curb in front of you, messy and gasping. You probably look like trash, but you don’t care at this point—hastily climbing into the back of the car. 

You shrink into yourself a bit at the number of cameras rigged up all over the car, the LED strips a blinding pink that makes your eyes burn even more, squinting against the harsh light. 

“Hey! Y/N, right? I’m Kurt! And you’re going to—woah… hey, hey—” you glance up at the driver as he swivels in his seat to look at you, his mouth twisted up in a frown, brow furrowed. He must be used to people climbing into his car crying, so you don’t know why he’s suddenly honed in on you, “are you okay? What happened?”

His voice is surprisingly soft, and while his tone is mostly genuine there’s a strange edge to it—like he really doesn’t care if you live or die—like he’s just asking to satisfy his own curiosity. You glance at one of the cameras. Or to maintain some kind of image. 

“Just drive, please,” you murmur, hiccuping on a sob and averting your gaze from his own—wide and peering. He stares for a few seconds longer, giving you one last double take before turning back to the road. He silently messes with the GPS screen to make sure he’s got your location right before pulling back onto the road. You settle in for the thirty-odd minute ride back to your house.

“There’s some water back there, if you want. Crying can dehydrate you, you know?”

You nod absently, making no move for the water. You sniffle as you stare down at your hands tucked snugly against your lap. Your phone buzzes incessantly with texts from your partner, shifting along the curve of the seat before clattering to the floor. You don’t even bother to look at it as it continues its vibrating little journey underneath the passenger seat.

“Uhm, I think you dropped something,” Kurt tries, glancing at you through the rearview.

“I got cheated on,” you blurt out, a desperate attempt to lighten the weight crushing your chest, “at the party. The one I came from. I caught my partner cheating on me.”

You can see Kurt’s face fall in the mirror, a deep frown settling on his face. His eyes are steady on the road, “I’m sorry, th-that really sucks…” he says softly. This time there isn’t any hidden agenda to his voice, no hint of ingenuity, “I had, uhm, a girl… cheat on me once, and it—I know it’s not a good feeling. Like, being lied to, and all the insecurities and stuff with it,” he shrugs absently. 

Another wave of tears streams down your face, your bottom lip wobbling as you try to swallow down the noises attempting to escape, puffing your cheeks out and holding your breath. There’s a million thoughts and memories rushing through your head, crushing you beneath their weight. You close your eyes tight.

“Y/N?” You make out Kurt asking, his voice far off and muffled. You can hear your blood rushing in your ears. You feel light-headed, not even registering how your body slowly sways back and forth, “Y/N!” 

You rock forward as the car suddenly comes to a stop. You open your eyes, your hand unconsciously gripping at your chest as you realize you’re hyperventilating. You press yourself against the seat, trying to catch your breath as Kurt scrambles out of the driver’s side and comes around to the back. 

He throws open the car door, climbing in until he’s essentially straddling you. “Hey, hey, you’re okay,” he rushes out, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. You bring your own up and grip his wrists tight, not pushing or pulling, just attempting to ground yourself, “look at me, t-take a deep breath.”

You keep your eyes shut but inhale long and shaky. He counts out your breaths, his thumbs wiping away the tears streaming down your cheeks. His touch is surprisingly soothing, his palms cool and soft against your heated skin. Your broken heart longs for more contact, your hands trailing from his wrists to wrap around his torso, pulling him flush to you and burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“Th-there you go,” he sounds a little surprised, but not uncomfortable, rubbing gently at your back. He doesn’t seem to mind how you pant hot and wet against his throat—your tears and snot staining the hem of his shirt—instead nuzzling further into you like a cat.

Your breathing finally starts to steady and even out, your tears drying up as you sniffle a few more times. Kurt leans back just enough to reach down under one of the seats, pulling a small pack of tissues up and handing a few to you. You take them with a murmured “thank you,” and wipe the mess off of your face. 

“There we—there you go,” Kurt smiles. He’s still pressed to you, his face so close you have to strain your neck a bit to look up at his owlish eyes staring back down at you, “good as new.”

You notice absently his hands are gently placed on either side of your neck, resting tentatively. Your gaze flickers to his slightly parted lips, pink and chapped. He’s cute in his own awkward way and he watches you like he actually sees you. It makes the back of your brain tingle with want. He’s more your type than your partner—your ex-partner.

Fuck it, you decide, reaching up to fist a hand in his damp hair, smashing your lips together. He makes a surprised little noise that has you grinning against his mouth, nipping at his bottom lip to coax out another similar whimpering sound. He kisses sloppy and inexperienced, but makes up for it with enthusiasm, breathing heavy through his nose as he angles your head back to deepen the kiss. 

You can already feel him hard against you, grinding the tent of his jeans up and down your stomach as he moans and whines into your mouth. His lips fall slack and you lick past them, swiping your tongue over his teeth just to feel his body shudder. 

You fumble with his jeans, popping the button and unzipping them with haste. He gasps as you reach into his briefs and pull out his prick, flushed and sticky with an obscene amount of precum. You stroke his cock, breaking the kiss to watch how his foreskin draws over the cherry-red head only to bunch up again as your hand slides up and down his shaft. 

He has a hand pressed loosely to his mouth, vaguely muffling the whimpering moans he makes as you touch him, his hips rocking back and forth with your movements. His prick dribbles out globs of pre, creating a wet slapping noise with each stroke of your hand.

He looks so pretty, eyes clenched shut, flushed head to toe and dripping with sweat, his free hand gripping tight at your shoulder. You trail your fingers up under his shirt, pushing at it until it’s bunched up above his pecs. You can’t help but nuzzle your cheek against his thick chest hair, tongue peeking out to lap and suckle at his nipple, earning you a shocked gasp.

You feel his cock twitch in your hand and quickly pull away.

“W-why’d you stop?” He whines petulantly, brow furrowed and jaw hanging slack as he stares down at you incredulously. 

“Wanna suck you,” you reply simply, gripping his hips to urge him into laying down along the length of the backseat. 

“Oh,” he breathes as you work his shoes off, followed by his jeans and boxers. He’s hairy all over—in such sharp contrast to his boyish face and lithe frame—and it makes you groan low and appreciative. 

“Oh!” He repeats on a moan as you lean down and enthusiastically lick a stripe up his twitching cock. You trail up to his swollen head and suck him down, enveloping the entirety of his dick in your wet heat with ease, wasting no time in setting a steady pace bobbing up and down the hot, hard flesh. 

Kurt scrabbles for a grip on anything he can reach, pulling at your hair, your arms, the headrest, the seatback.

“Not gonna—I’m, oh shit,” he stammers out, hips bucking. You moan around him as his cockhead bumps the back of your throat, “g-gonna cum!” 

You shuffle to your knees, changing the angle so you can take him to the root, your nose pressed against his dense pubes, lips stretched wide around his cock as he comes with a shout. You can feel the thick stripes of cum shoot down your throat, swallowing around him to milk every last drop. 

His thighs shake with the overstimulation and your lips pull up into a lazy smile around him. You feel a hand grip tight in your hair and it’s like a switch flips. Kurt yanks you off of his cock, eliciting a groan caught between pain and pleasure. He uses his other hand to twist you around, shoving you onto your front. 

You grip the edge of the seat as he yanks your shorts down to your knees, his hands roughly spreading your cheeks before he spits, a hot glob of saliva landing directly on your hole making you moan. He rubs the spit in with his fingers, admiring how your pucker glistens in the pink light of the car. He quickly slides a finger into your hole, setting a fast pace as he thrusts it in and out of you. 

“Y-you’re kinda loose,” he comments offhandedly, slipping a second finger into you, “do you do this a lot?”

You moan whorishly, rising on your knees ever so slightly to rock back onto his hand. He doesn’t seem to know exactly what he’s doing—doesn’t even try crooking his fingers—but just the feeling of having something sliding in and out of you is good, your cock hard and twitching between your legs.

“You really like this, huh?” You can hear the grin in his voice, your head hanging heavy between your shoulders as you pant. A third finger pushing in punches a high-pitched keen out of you.

“Holy fuck, Kurt, please,” you pant, his free hand gripping your hip for leverage as he thrusts the three digits into you hard and quick, “just fuck me already, baby, fill me up with your cock.”

You gasp as he pulls his fingers free, his blunt cockhead replacing them only seconds later, pressing hard and unrelenting against your hole until it pops in. You both groan, Kurt draping himself over you, propped up on his hands as he slides into you. 

It’s a lot to take all at once, and he gives you no time to adjust before he begins to buck into your ass fast and brutal, biting down on your shoulder to muffle his own noises while you moan and cry out beneath him. 

The sound of skin on skin and panting fills the air, the car rocking side to side with the force of his thrusts. You reach down to stroke your cock and are silently relieved that he doesn’t try to stop you, too caught up in his own pleasure to even notice. 

He fills your hole so perfectly, the slight curve and swollen head of his dick stimulating your prostate just right as he sloppily shoves in and out of your dripping clutch. You can feel a puddle of drool gathering at the dip of your shoulder blades, his lips spread wide and panting wet against your skin. It drips down the crevice of your back, sending a hot spark of pleasure up your spine. 

You feel your balls draw up tight, twisting your fist over your sensitive cockhead as you clench down around Kurt’s prick. The both of you come almost simultaneously, Kurt filling you up with his cum as he finishes with a nearly silent, squeaking whine. His cock kicks hard inside of you, nudging roughly against your sore and abused prostate, forcing another spurt of cum from your throbbing prick. 

You collapse flat against the seat, grunting when Kurt follows by landing on top of you. The both of you pant, trying to catch your breaths, your skin uncomfortably sticky and wet where it touches. Your hole feels puffy and abused, but your mind tingles with the afterglow, your body lax. 

You nearly drift off before you feel Kurt’s cock give an interested twitch inside of you, slowly starting to fill out within your oversensitive walls as he lazily grinds into you. You whimper pathetically, rolling your head to the side to peer back at him. 

He gives you a dark look, in sharp contrast to his gentle smile as he leans down and presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss just behind your ear.

“We’re not done yet.”

[starbuckie]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N. 

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

-

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday. 

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

-

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine? 

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day. 

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs. 

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin. 

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

-

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.” 

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray. 

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together. 

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction. 

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization. 

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch. 

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else. 

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her- 

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where. 

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?” 

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body. 

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches. 

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh. 

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure. 

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night. 

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts. 

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers. 

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts. 

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.  

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more. 

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade. 

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving. 

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten. 

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight. 

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore. 

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again. 

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway. 

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom. 

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes. 

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal. 

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex. 

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips. 

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass. 

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out. 

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed. 

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door. 

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation. 

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move. 

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go. 

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.

[natilieal]

stede's super fun sleepover adventure (ft. a mildly traumatised izzy hands)

‘Just so I understand,’ Izzy says, voice steely in a way that would have most men quaking with fear, but only earns him an indulgent smile from Stede, ‘you’re going to enforce mandatory bonding time for me with the rest of the crew so that I can… learn to get along with them?’

Or, Stede organises a sleepover to try and get to know Izzy better. Somewhere in between wearing Stede's clothes and getting his nails painted, Izzy loses his mind.

inspired by this post. thank you to @endrega23​ and @im-just-so-so​ for tolerating me & enabling this. the amount of izzy brainrot i have subjected them to is unbelievable.

warnings/tags: crack treated seriously, implied steddy hands, technically pre-steddy hands, bed sharing, izzy giving angry chihuahua energy literally any time someone tries to be nice to him

read it here on ao3!

‘You want me to what?!’ Izzy does not screech, but it’s a near thing.

Ed is reclining on one of the many excessively plush couches in Stede’s cabin, pipe in hand. His boots have been discarded, his feet in Stede’s lap. Stede, meanwhile, barely paying attention to him – content instead to sit there and massage Ed’s feet while Ed, once again, tries to ruin Izzy’s life.

Izzy hates them both.

‘Relax,’ Ed waves the pipe in his hand, and Izzy tracks the smoke that trails through the air. It helps distract him from the sudden, burning desire to strangle his captain. ‘It’s not a punishment, mate. You don’t have to look so upset about it.’

Not for the first time, Izzy wonders if Ed and Stede’s combined stupidity might be enough to kill him one of these days.

If I die because Stede fucking Bonnet gave me a stress-induced heart attack, Izzy vows silently, I’ll haunt them both for the rest of time. When they die and become ghosts, I’ll continue to haunt them. A double-haunting. That’s how extreme and inescapable my vengeance will be.

‘Just so I understand,’ Izzy says, voice steely in a way that would have most men quaking with fear, but only earns him an indulgent smile from Stede, ‘you’re going to enforce mandatory bonding time for me with the rest of the crew so that I can… learn to get along with them?’

‘Yes! It’ll be good for morale,’ Stede says, massaging Ed’s calves now. Izzy wants to break his fingers. ‘You’re part of this crew too, Izzy. You don’t need to be their friend, but maybe a little extra bonding time will help. Especially as their first mate—’

‘What,’ Izzy sneers, ignoring the warning look Ed shoots him for daring to interrupt his precious darling Stede Bonnet, whose word is gospel, ‘you want me to go on a little picnic? Organise a little sleepover, braid someone’s hair while we all talk about boys?’

Stede brightens. ‘Those are wonderful ideas! I’m glad you’ve come around so quickly. And I’ve been thinking, Izzy, that we didn’t exactly start off on the right foot either. I think us having a sleepover would be a great way to get to know each other better! We can start there and use it as a practice run before you start planning things with the rest of the crew. Oh! Ed could be there, too. A bonding night for us three! Doesn’t that sound nice, Ed?’

‘Hm? Yeah, sure, sounds great.’ Ed has been watching Stede’s hands the entire time, and Izzy is certain he hasn’t heard a word.

‘I’ll let you know when I’ve sorted out the details, then.’ Stede says.

Izzy opens his mouth a few times, as if to say something, but all that comes out is a strangled wail. Neither of them notice when he leaves, too caught up in each other.

⸻

A few weeks go by with no mention of the sleepover. Izzy starts to think that maybe Stede has forgotten his little scheme – become distracted in the face of some newer, shinier half-baked plan that Edward is no doubt enabling.

But, of course, the universe has decided that Izzy Hands does not deserve to be happy. Midway through berating Lucius on deck for another failed chore, Stede bounds up to him, grinning widely and looking something like an overexcited puppy. Izzy can almost feel his blood pressure spiking.

‘Izzy, there you are!’ Stede smiles, as if it’s a pleasant surprise to find Izzy on deck, and not literally his fucking job to be there. ‘Are you ready for tonight?’

‘Tonight?’ Izzy echoes dumbly.

‘Yes, you know, for our bonding time.’ Stede wiggles his eyebrows in a way that makes Izzy want to rip them off his face. ‘I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to organise it. I hope you haven’t been feeling neglected, but there was a lot of planning involved. I wanted to make it special.’

‘Special.’ Izzy repeats. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Lucius watching the two of them, mouth agape.

‘Look, Izzy, I know that we’ve had our differences,’ Stede says, ‘but you’re an important part of this crew. Agreeing to this whole thing is a big show of trust on your part, and you deserve to be rewarded for it. So, yes, I have taken extra effort into making the evening special for you.’

‘Can’t wait,’ Izzy replies, nauseated. Stede gives him a thumbs up – who even does that? Izzy thinks with disgust – and walks off.

‘Well,’ says Lucius, clearly delighted. Izzy sighs.

‘Don’t—’

‘You’ve been a proper little seductress, haven’t you?’

‘Fuck off, Lucius!’

Izzy storms off, fuming. Behind him, he hears Lucius say, ‘Pete, babe, come here, you won’t believe what just happened–’

⸻

Izzy resolves to just skip the whole stupid thing and spare his sanity, but after dinner Ed appears on deck to physically manhandle him into the captain’s cabin. Apparently, he’s getting predictable.

Lucius wolf-whistles as they pass him, and Izzy barely has time to react before he’s being shoved into the captain’s cabin, Ed shutting the door behind them. Stede is standing at the table, fussing over a cake stand crowded with things that Roach must have spent all day making. He gives Izzy a smile.

‘Remember,’ Ed says, hands still on Izzy’s shoulders, ‘this is supposed to be fun.’

Izzy counts backwards from ten, and then says, ‘So, what are we doing first?’

⸻

The first thing on Stede’s agenda is apparently debasing Izzy further, because he abandons the table to shepherd Izzy over to the wardrobe.

‘First thing’s first, you and Ed have to get comfortable,’ Stede says, handing him a stack of clothes. It’s a pair of soft, cream-coloured pyjamas, and a green silk robe. Izzy pushes them back toward Stede, scowling.

‘I’m comfortable like this,’ he says.

‘Come now, Izzy,’ Stede says, undeterred, ‘I know that leather gets terribly uncomfortable after a while. Besides, it’s not very good for relaxing in, and that’s the point of tonight!’

‘Just give it a go, Iz,’ Ed says. He’s already changed into his robe. ‘If you don’t like it, you can just change back later.’

‘Fine,’ Izzy snaps, accepting Stede’s stupid clothes. He figures he’ll put them on to appease his captains, wait an appropriate amount of time, and then change back. At least then they can’t complain that he hasn’t tried.

They turn away to allow Izzy some privacy while he changes, settling in at the table with their backs to him. Izzy can hear them talking softly to each other. He’s almost tempted to make a run for it while they’re distracted, accept whatever punishment that would bring him. But he fights down the impulse and instead changes, trying and failing not to think about the fact that he’s wearing Stede Bonnet’s clothes.

The pyjamas are ridiculously soft, almost painful against Izzy’s chafed skin. He’d rather die than admit that Stede was right about his usual clothes; they were tight and restrictive, and if he wasn’t careful, they’d pinch and leave his skin raw and itchy by the end of the day. It feels wrong, somehow, that he should be allowed to wear clothes like these instead. The feeling worsens as he shrugs on the robe, expensive and unnecessary as it is. People like Izzy aren’t made to wear things like this, and his skin crawls as he takes a seat at the table.

‘Don’t you look nice?’ Stede says. Izzy’s head snaps up, already snarling and ready to snap, but there is no trace of mocking in Stede’s face. Instead, he’s giving Izzy a soft smile – the same smile he gives the crew sometimes, when they’ve done something nice and made him proud. Izzy thinks that might be worse.

Stede obviously takes his silence as agreement and begins serving both of them from the cake stand in the middle of the table. It’s a miracle it hasn’t collapsed under the weight of all the tiny pastries and sandwiches balanced on it. Izzy can’t bear to look at it for too long, and instead looks over to Ed. He is, as usual, staring at Stede and ignoring everything else in the room. Izzy looks away. He decides he hates sleepovers.

‘Oh, Izzy,’ Stede says, ‘how do you take your tea?’

Izzy looks helplessly at Ed, who shrugs at him in return. Clearly, he’s content to either make eyes at Stede or watch Izzy have the worst evening of his life. Bastard.

‘However you make it is fine,’ Izzy replies.

‘Don’t be like that,’ Stede chides. ‘I want to make you tea the way you like it. Part of learning to get along is learning these things about each other, you know.’

Izzy would rather cut out his tongue than admit to Stede fucking Bonnet that he’s never had tea in his life. He’s always scraped by on table scraps and whatever he could squirrel away – and that never managed to include fancy drinks served in patterned china. Tea, to Izzy, has always been a drink for other people; people who indulge in nice things, people who are weak. Izzy has always prided himself on his ability to remain strong and steadfast, to eke out a survival based on the bare minimum. He’s never stopped to consider that life doesn’t need to be like that – and now that he’s here, sitting at Stede’s banquet table, wearing Stede’s expensive clothes, surrounded by luxuries he wouldn’t have been able to imagine on his own, he feels strangely unmoored.

Izzy can’t believe he’s been thrown into crisis over tea. Fuck Stede Bonnet, he thinks vehemently.

Ed finally seems to take pity. ‘Why don’t you do what you did for me? Make it how you like, and then Izzy can adjust it from there.’

‘Oh!’ There’s an understanding look on Stede’s face that Izzy doesn’t like, but the look Ed gives him stops him from saying anything. Instead, he watches quietly as Stede fusses over a cup of tea, before standing up to carry it over to him. The whole production is so unnecessary.

Izzy stares down at the teacup and imagines smashing it on the floor.

‘Come on, man, try it,’ Ed says. ‘We’re dying from the suspense over here.’

Reluctantly, Izzy takes a sip. It’s warm, and sweet. There’s something about it that’s almost comforting. It’s possibly the nicest thing he’s ever tasted.

‘It’s fine,’ Izzy says. Stede gives him that soft smile again.

⸻

Eventually, they finish the tea. The cake stand is mostly empty now, Ed happily eating whatever Stede puts in front of him. Izzy has been picking at the same slice of cake, pretending to listen to their conversation and relying on monosyllabic answers to get him through it. Stede hasn’t tried to make him talk, but he keeps an eye on Izzy’s teacup, refilling it the way he refills Ed’s plate. Izzy isn’t sure how to feel about that, so he ignores it.

‘Right!’ Stede says, once his and Ed’s plates are empty. On Izzy’s plate is the mangled remains of his slice of cake that he’s. been mashing into oblivion. Thankfully, no one says anything about it. ‘I think the next thing on the sleepover agenda is some self-care.’

Izzy really doesn’t like the way they both immediately turn to look at him.

⸻

‘Come on, Izzy,’ Stede sighs. ‘Don’t be unreasonable.’

‘I’m not being unreasonable!’ Izzy snaps. ‘Look at me. I’m wearing your fucking clothes. I’m being reasonable, I just don’t want you to paint my nails.’

‘Izzy,’ Stede says, in the most insufferable whiny voice Izzy has ever heard, ‘It’s a standard sleepover procedure! You have to!’

Izzy doesn’t know how to tell Stede that he’s never been to whatever fancy, rich-boy sleepover he’s trying to replicate. Izzy’s idea of a sleepover is sharing a hammock belowdecks because there aren’t enough for every person to have their own. He opens his mouth to say something, but shuts it again after a murderous glance from Ed. He’s supposed to be getting along with Stede. Telling him exactly what he thinks of this whole pampered rich boy routine would set them back to square one, and obviously make Ed very angry with him.

Instead of telling Stede Bonnet exactly where he can shove his nail polish collection, Izzy takes several deep breaths. He holds out his left hand toward Stede and says, ‘Can you paint them black, please?’

The smile Stede gives him is blinding. Behind him, Ed nods his approval.

Izzy scowls back at them and stays silent while Stede works. He tries very hard not to think about the fact that he can’t remember the last time someone held his hand this gently.

⸻

‘What the fuck is that?’

‘This,’ Stede says excitedly, holding up a jar of some kind of green paste, ‘is a face mask. They’re good for your skin.’

‘Ooh, I love those,’ Ed says. ‘Do me first.’

Izzy watches with sick fascination as Stede uses a small brush to apply a thick layer of the face mask to Ed’s face. It looks unnecessary, and uncomfortable, and the idea of Stede Bonnet being that close to him is deeply unnerving.

‘You’re not getting that shit anywhere near my face when he’s finished,’ Izzy says.

‘Come on, man,’ Ed says. ‘You’ll be fine. It’s relaxing.’

‘Don’t even fucking think about it,’ Izzy says in Stede’s direction.

⸻

Stede does, in fact, successfully coerce Izzy into putting the face mask on.

To Izzy’s eternal devastation, it is relaxing.

⸻

‘Okay,’ Izzy says, bordering on hysteria, ‘I ate your cakes. I wore your dressing gown. I did the nails and the face mask. Can I please go to bed now?’

‘Bed sounds like an excellent idea! It has been a long day, hasn’t it?’ Stede replies. Ed is already on his feet, pushing the curtains aside to reveal their stupidly huge bed and a truly inappropriate number of pillows. It’s a wonder the ship stays afloat at all.

Izzy swallows another cutting remark and instead focuses on divesting himself of Stede’s ridiculous dressing gown, making a beeline for the door. He’s trying not to sprint, but he’s at his wit’s end. He’s had enough of trying to play nice, is thinking longingly of the blessed silence and solitude of his room –

‘Where are you going, Iz?’ Ed calls. He does not sound impressed.

Izzy turns from the door to see that they’re both already in bed. There’s a space between them that Stede pats invitingly.

‘Going to bed?’ he tries.

‘It’s a sleepover, Izzy!’ Stede laughs, gesturing again to the empty space on the bed between them. ‘You’re meant to sleep here with us. We made room for you.’

Briefly, Izzy fantasises about sprinting out of the cabin and pitching himself overboard. But Ed is starting to frown again, and Stede has that strange expression that he wears around Ed sometimes, when Stede is just so sad about the state of their general existence. Seeing it directed at himself makes his hackles rise, but he’s far too tired to start a fight now. The night has apparently been going well so far, and he’s not a quitter.

Instead, Izzy heaves a deep sigh, surrenders the last of his dignity, and crawls into bed between Ed and Stede. It’s an unbelievably soft mattress; he sinks into it, and the slight, ever-present ache in his back disappears.

‘Are you comfortable, Izzy?’ Stede asks.

‘Yes,’ he replies, surprised to find that he means it. Ed and Stede settle beside him, not quite touching him, but close enough that he’s very aware of it.

‘This is nice,’ Stede says. ‘I’ve had a nice evening.’

‘Yeah,’ Ed agrees. There’s a beat of silence, and then Ed nudges Izzy.

‘I guess,’ Izzy says. He closes his eyes and tries to pretend he’s not about to go to sleep in Stede Bonnet’s bed, nestled between him and Ed.

‘I may have to warn you, Izzy, I am a bit of a cuddler,’ Stede says. He blows out the candle on the nightstand, plunging the room into a pleasant darkness. Not being able to see Ed and Stede’s faces out of the corner of his eye helps, and he finds himself relaxing without even realising it.

‘Of course you are,’ Izzy sighs. ‘Night.’

‘Night.’

‘Goodnight, Izzy. Goodnight, Ed.’

There's a few minutes of blessed silence. Izzy relaxes and allows himself to be lulled by the rocking of the ship and the sound of the waves outside. It's surprisingly nice. He's almost asleep, when –

'Izzy, would you still be Ed's first mate if he was a worm?'

⸻

‘Ooh, I’ve got one,’ Ed pipes up sometime later. Izzy, again on the verge of sleep, jerks awake. ‘Okay, so, say you get a million dollars, but in exchange there’s this snail–’

‘What the fuck, Ed?’ Izzy groans.

‘No, wait, hear me out. There’s this snail that follows you around like, forever, and if It touches you, you die. How do you avoid it?’

‘That sounds very stressful,’ Stede says. ‘Is it worth taking the money?’

‘It’s a fucking snail,’ Izzy snaps. ‘Just get someone else to step on it, done.’

‘Nah, won’t work,’ Ed says. ‘It’s immortal.’

‘What? You can’t just make up extra rules to your stupid fucking snail riddle because I solved it that easily –’

‘I said it follows you around forever –’

‘Boys,’ Stede chides, and they both fall silent. ‘Izzy, I thought your answer was good. Ed, don’t be unfair to Izzy. It’s a very practical solution.’

‘I guess,’ Ed grumbles, and the three of them settle down again. Except, now, instead of trying to get to sleep before either of his captains have the opportunity to misfire a brain cell and say something ridiculous, Izzy’s thinking about the logistics of an immortal snail following their ship.

He regrets it before he’s even opened his mouth. ‘If it’s following you, but you’re a pirate captain, couldn’t you just… keep sailing? Unless you’re about to tell me it’s a fucking immortal snail with a boat, it’ll just sink, won’t it? How the fuck’s a snail supposed to reach your ship from the bottom of the ocean?’

‘Show off,’ Ed mutters. ‘You’re too good at problem-solving.’

‘Don’t be a sore loser just because he’s smart,’ Stede says. ‘Very clever, Izzy. Well done.’

Izzy’s chest flutters a little at the praise. He must be coming down with something.

⸻

‘Did you see how Frenchie was looking at Wee John today, Ed? Do you think something’s going on there?’

‘Dunno. What do you think, Iz? You’re around the crew a lot. Anything to report?’

Izzy is so tired. He’s up at dawn usually, checking inventories and doing chores around the ship that he knows the other crew members will invariably fuck up. All he wants to do is enjoy this stupidly comfortable bed for the few hours he has access to it and get a decent night’s sleep for once in his miserable life. All his captains want to do, apparently, is drive him insane.

He tries to come up with something cruel to say, but he’s simply too exhausted. Instead, he mumbles, ‘Wee John has a crush on Frenchie.’

Stede gasps and turns to face him. ‘Really?! Do you think it’s mutual?’

‘Probably.’ Izzy yawns. ‘They’re always staring when they think the other person isn’t watching. It’s nauseating.’

‘Do you have a crush on anyone, Izzy?’ Stede asks, after a pause. Izzy feels several complicated emotions at once and is able to name approximately none of them.

‘Go the fuck to sleep, Bonnet,’ he says instead.

⸻

‘Izzy,’ Stede says thoughtfully, ‘what kind of bread do you think I’d be?’

Izzy, for a brief moment, imagines ripping all of Stede’s hair out of his thick fucking skull. ‘What the fuck does that mean?’

‘Well,’ Stede continues, ignoring Izzy’s venomous tone, ‘is there a specific bread that reminds you of me?’

Sometimes, talking to Ed and Stede together makes Izzy feel like he’s from a different planet. ‘Bread’s just fucking bread, isn’t it?’

‘Come on, Iz,’ Ed groans. ‘Use your fuckin’ imagination.’

‘Christ, fine,’ Izzy says. ‘I don’t fucking know. I guess you’d be a – a croissant.’

‘A croissant?’ Stede replies, sounding curious, ‘What makes you say that?’

Izzy thinks fondly of his days under Blackbeard, when lashings were commonplace on deck, and he lived in constant fear of his neck being snapped. It was a simpler time.

‘I don’t know. Because you’re – fancy.’

‘Hear that, Ed?’ Stede says, delighted. ‘Izzy thinks I’m fancy.’

‘Fuck off, Bonnet.’

‘I dunno,’ Ed says, thoughtful. ‘I think you’d be, like, challah. Because yeah, you’re fancy, but you’re special, and soft, and sweet.’

‘Oh, Ed,’ Stede says, voice suspiciously thick and – is he crying? ‘That’s so kind of you.’

Past lives must be real, Izzy decides, and he must have been a terrible person in his. There’s literally nothing else to explain why he deserves to be here, sandwiched between his captains, while Stede cries about what kind of bread Ed thinks he is.

⸻

‘Okay, Iz, fuck, marry, kill,’ Ed says sometime later. ‘Me, Stede and Lucius.’

Izzy stays silent for a while, unsure of how to process the onslaught of mental images Ed’s question brought him. Any answer he could give feels incriminating. Eventually, he decides on, ‘Fuck Lucius, marry Stede, kill you.’

He assumes that’ll be the end of it, but Edward gasps like he’s been stabbed. ‘Kill me? Izzy, how could you?! You weren’t supposed to kill me!’

‘It’s just a hypothetical, you’re not actually dead,’ Izzy groans. ‘Who cares?’

‘Now, Ed,’ Stede says, sounding entirely too pleased with himself, ‘don’t be upset with Izzy for having good taste.’

‘Good taste my ass,’ Ed pouts. ‘I need the explanation for this – this shit. This betrayal.’

‘Lucius – well.’ Izzy doesn’t want to insult him unless it’s to his face. ‘You know.’

Ed and Stede make noises of agreement.

‘And Stede’s got money. We’d have a lovely, short-lived marriage, then he’d die under mysterious circumstances, and I’d run away with his fortune.’

This time, it’s Stede who gasps while Ed cackles. ‘Izzy! You – you cad! I thought we had something special!’

It might be the fact that it’s late and he’s feeling slightly delirious, or it could be the fact that the room is dark enough that the others can’t see his face, but Izzy finds himself smiling while Ed and Stede bicker over him. He’s almost enjoying himself.

⸻

‘Oh no, Izzy,’ Stede whispers mournfully. ‘We did almost everything you suggested, but we forgot to braid anyone’s hair.’

Ed has finally fallen asleep, snoring quietly somewhere behind Izzy. The room has been quiet for long enough that Izzy is barely awake – he understands that Stede just said something, and that he should answer, but doesn’t think about the words coming out of his mouth. ‘Next time, then.’

He vaguely hears Stede whisper something, but he’s asleep before he can process it.

⸻

Izzy wakes up laying on his stomach. He’s stuck half underneath Stede, who has apparently attempted to roll on top of him during the night. Ed’s pressed up against his side, arm flung across both Izzy and Stede. Ed’s knee is pressing uncomfortably into his stomach, and they’re laying close enough that bits of Ed’s hair are in his mouth. This is possibly the most uncomfortable Izzy has ever been.

It's also the best sleep that Izzy has ever had. It’s a far cry from every other morning of his life – usually he jumps out of bed the second he’s awake, mind racing in a million different directions. But for once he feels quiet, content to lay here and enjoy the relative peace of the morning. Even if that peace includes Stede crushing him into the mattress.  

He lays there for a while longer, eyes shut, drifting in and out of sleep, when he hears the door open.

‘Morning Captains, sorry to interrupt, but Roach was asking about breakfast and – oh. Oh my God.’

I can’t have anything nice on this stupid fucking clown ship, Izzy thinks. Because of course the one morning that Izzy is here, very clearly cuddling Ed and Stede, very clearly wearing Stede’s clothes, is the morning that Lucius is the one to come in and wake the captains up.

‘Right, um,’ he hears Lucius dither as he gets closer to the bed. ‘Um – Captain? Ed? Izzy?’

Izzy’s about to make the worst decision of his life.

‘Fuck off, Mister Spriggs,’ he says, voice muffled. It’s hard to be intimidating when his face is pressed into a pillow. ‘We’re trying to sleep.’

‘Right! Yep! Of course!’ Lucius squeaks. He hears hasty footsteps. ‘I’ll – just. Go. Um, tell Roach not to worry. Bye! Pleasedon’tkillme!’

Izzy’s feeling rather generous this morning, and strangely disinclined to murder. Instead, he lets himself fall back asleep while planning an appropriately humiliating punishment for Lucius. There’ll be time to feel weird about the whole thing later.