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dandywonderous · 9 months ago

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20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by @kiaxet

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

210, but about 110 of those have been copied over from my old FFN account (almost all of the One Piece fics, basically).

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

709,457

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently I'm mostly only writing for Rise of the TMNT, but I have written a lot for One Piece and Free!, as well as Twisted Wonderland, Persona 5, Fire Emblem 3 Houses, FFXV, KnB, and others.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good (ROTTMNT) 2. Tight Fit (FFXV) 3. Tapping Out (ROTTMNT) 4. Lab Accident (ROTTMNT) 5. Things Overheard (Hiding Under the Bed of the King of Athens) (Hades)

5. Do you respond to comments?

No |'D I don't know why but it just gives me anxiety so I don't. I do appreciate the comments, I'm just bad at responding. I'm sorry!

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

Probably this old fic where Sanji just dies in the end, but I think I have fics that are angstier in the middle even if they end better. For something that's not just the character dying, probably Herbal Tea (ROTTMNT), or maybe Failures and Heroes (You and Me) (ROTTMNT)

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

Most of my fics have happy endings so this is hard! Probably a tie between Tight Fit and IMBI, since those have their central characters going through pure hell but getting all kinds of love in the end (including romantic love in Prompto's case).

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Once. This is the hazard of writing AkeShu (P5) lmao.

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

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BOY I sure do. I write all kinds of smut, including a few gross kinks most people put in their hard nos. If you're poking around in my full fic list proceed with caution. Lately since I've been writing so much ROTTMNT I haven't been writing smut, though, since I'm more into the canon for the fluff and family feels. The last smut fic I wrote was The Appearance of Impropriety (FE3H), which is a Dimitri/Edelgard/Hubert threesome. And before that, it was a TWST AzuJami fic that, well, took advantage of Azul's octopus anatomy, if you get what I'm sayin'.

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

I haven't really written fandom crossovers since I was a teenager and tbh I don't remember much about them, I think they were more crackfics than anything serious. I have written several AUs that use other fandoms, though. Probably the weirdest one I've actually written is a Free! RinRei Dragon Age AU, where Rin is a templar and Rei is a mage (the forbidden love of it all). I also have waaaay too many ideas in my head for an ROTTMNT FFX AU where Mikey is a summoner.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I remember back in my FFN days I would occasionally search up my fics and find them c/ped to random clickbait sites, probably as a bot scrapping operation. But to my knowledge I've never actually had anyone take one of my fics and claim it as theirs. Even that bot reposting still had my username attached lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep! The fabulous @e-turn has translated several of my ROTTMNT fics into Russian! I've had other requests before, too, but I'm not sure how far those went. If anyone does want to translate my works, feel free! Just be sure you're crediting me, and if it's going on AO3 be sure to link the original!

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

I have done some co-writing and some fic round robin events but none of them ever got to the point where they actually got published, because someone would flake out or we would just lose steam. I might be up for it, if it were a project we were both really invested in, but I'd probably have to be friends with the co-writer first.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

MMM this is hard... probably RinRei from Free! I've never felt quite as intensely about a ship as I did that one.

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

Hold On To Me (KnB); I love it but I am so far out of KnB fandom at this point haha.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Character voice, I think; it's what I usually get compliments on and what I feel the best writing. In a way, fanfiction (and fandom RP) has really helped me think about characterization. Something I was certainly guilty of in my younger days (and that a lot of amateur writers are guilty of) was having my characters act as vehicles for plot, doing or saying whatever I needed them to in the moment to move the plot where it needed to go. This meant none of my characters had any kind of consistent characterization and all of them were samey. We joke about "he wouldn't fucking say that," but in a funny way this kind of thinking really got me to think about characterization and character agency. Before I would say, "we need to get from point A to point B, so let's do that." After trying to get into the groove of writing already strongly characterized characters, and please an audience with certain expectations, I found myself thinking really hard about what would motivate a character from point A to point B, and if the circumstances I'd set up weren't enough to cause that, I'd need to tweak them, or better yet, explore what I think the character WOULD actually do in that scenario (which may be more fun anyway). This is a skill I think fanfiction is great for helping new writers develop.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I wish I had stronger word choice at times, and had stronger imagery. I'll read lines in other people's work that just blow me away haha. I could never write so poetically, I think.

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

If you are good at a language, or have someone fluent helping you out, then go for it. There's no reason any work needs to be written in only one language. I'm not a purist on this. That said I also think writing "he said in Spanish" or something like that is fine. If it serves your purposes better for your fic to all be in one language, or you aren't confident enough to write in a different language, then you can just make it clear to your audience that a different language is being spoken now. Especially because I come from a lot of anime fandoms, I'm used to there being a sort of unspoken understanding that the characters are not speaking English and what we're getting is just the English approximation/localization of what they're saying. So this doesn't bother me. And of course, throwing in random Japanese exclamations in an otherwise English language fic always comes off a bit campy. I do think it's fine for things like terms of address and nicknames, though. I've never really gotten the hubbub over not having honorifics like "-san" or "-chan" in fics because the same people who usually hate that are also fine with "Señor" or "Mademoiselle" in writing and, like, what's the difference? Idk if any of what I said answers the question. My thoughts are that it's variable, ig.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically it was for the book Alas, Babylon, and it was a class assignment in 9th grade English.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Ah this is hard... IMBI is my longest fic and I'm really proud of how it turned out, but I think I'll always have a soft spot for I Keep on Hopin' (We'll Eat Cake by the Ocean) (TWST) - warning that this fic is NSFW and has explicit smut.

Idk who to tag. @aria-faye @unpredictable-probabilities @daboyau ? Anyone else who wants to do it feel free!

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escapingdestiny101 · 4 years ago

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The Braid

Loki is accustomed to being in places he's not supposed to be. It's one of his hallmarks: getting in and getting out, sometimes anonymously and other times with great fanfare. He's good at it. He's always been good at it, even as a child.

When they were young, young by the standards of any species, Loki particularly loved to sneak into Thor's room at night. His brother slept so soundly that Loki could rearrange the furniture in his room, enchant his clothes to cause itching or to turn invisible, hide nettles in his shoes... Loki pranked Thor so many times that eventually Thor would become paranoid if he woke up and found that his room had been undisturbed in the night.

That was a long time ago, but hopefully Thor was as sound a sleeper as he had always been. If the grimy, ramshackle ship that was currently groaning under Loki's feet hadn't woken Thor yet, nothing short of a claxon or a call to battle would.

This is a major violation of his parole, Loki is well aware. But he needs...he has to...it's important. Important enough to risk being vaporized by the ridiculous TVA and their equally ridiculous rules.

Loki freezes as Thor turns slightly in his sleep. He waits until the makeshift hammock stops swaying before inching closer.

Thor looks worse than Loki has ever seen him. His hair is lank and tangled. Even in sleep his brow is drawn like the weight of his burdens follow him even into dreams. If he opened his eyes, Loki knows that one of them would be brown instead of the cold blue lightning. Physically, he's a mess. Creeping closer still until he's hovering over his sleeping brother, Loki closes his eyes as he feels the aura of Thor's instinctive, elemental magic wash over him. It fills his senses; crackles against his skin, smells like rain and ozone, leaves a metallic tang on the back of his tongue. Loki's breath catches. It's like coming home. For all that Thor looks like a disaster, he's still Thor. Still Loki's brother.

Clearing his throat quietly, Loki chastises himself. Now is not the time for sentiment. Well, it is, but Loki has a purpose for this breach of parole and it's in his best interest to get on with it.

Pulling a small knife, a real metal one not an illusion, from one of his many hidden sheaths, Loki contemplates his task. It had been on Thor's right side, yes?

The knife is sharp but it still pulls and skips as Loki uses it to cut off a small section of his own hair. He winces at the sensation. Even after all Loki has been through, hairpulling remains one of his least favorite feelings. That's probably why he and Thor had resorted to it so often as children.

Lock of inky black hair in hand, Loki takes a deep breath and begins the most dangerous part of his mission.

Thor's hair is a tangled mess. Loki combs through it with his fingers as best he can but there's only so much he can do without a comb. Loki begins the braid at Thor's temple, incorporating his own lock of hair as he goes. His hands are steady despite his nerves. He thinks his mother would be proud, not just of the skill with which he has created the braid but with the sentiment, the gift behind it.

After a few seconds the braid is complete. Two small gold clasps are affixed to the top and bottom of the plait to keep the dark strands from falling out.

Loki steps back to admire his work. It's perfect, much better than the knotty mass that Thor had apparently fashioned for himself after Loki faked his death on Svartalfheim.

Though his mission was complete, Loki lingers. He knows it's unwise; he has already given Thor his memento, it's time to return to the TVA before he's missed. The familiar itch of wanting is what makes him pause. A terrible idea forms, making him smile briefly. If anyone notices, Loki will be in even deeper trouble.

Trouble is what you're good at, Loki hears Thor say so clearly in his mind that he has to check to make sure that his brother is still sleeping.

Taking the knife in hand once more, Loki trims a short piece from the back of Thor's head near the hairline above his neck where it will be less noticeable. Once Loki returns to the TVA he'll braid the golden lock into the same place on his head where he had taken it from Thor's. It needs to remain hidden for obvious reasons, but more importantly it's a secret just for Loki. A talisman of sorts, to keep him tethered to something he thought was lost a long time ago.

Loki twists Thor's hair around on itself into a loop so that it doesn't fall apart in his pocket. With one last, long look at his brother, Loki pulls himself away and activates the device that will return him to the TVA.

Thor wakes several hours later, no more rested than he was when he first fell into a fitful sleep. Above the general din of the clanking of the ship, Thor can hear Rocket and Groot with Quill and Korg's heavy stone footsteps over the metal grating. The sounds of home, he thinks, with only a touch of bitterness.

Rolling out of his hammock, Thor stretches, arms raised above his head to work out the kinks in his back. The smell from his armpits nearly makes him gag. Time for a shower.

He waves at Draxx and Mantis as he passes, heading towards the ship's shower room. They wave back distractedly, barely looking up from the holo they're watching. That's fine, Thor's not in the mood for conversation very often these days.

Stripping his mismatched armor, leathers, and sweatshirt and dropping them in the recycler to be cleaned, Thor waits for the water to warm up. He inspects his beard in the cracked mirror over the sink; he should probably trim his beard, or at least groom it. His hair is a rat's nest as well, maybe the next time they stop for supplies he can-

With shaking, cautious fingers, Thor gently runs his fingertips over the new plait. Woven expertly through his own blond hair is a dark, inky black lock. It's silky to the touch, a stark contrast to the rougher blond hair. Straw, his mother used to call it, in both color and texture.

It's impossible. It can't be. But how else could it have happened? Who else could have done it, would have known? Mantis's hair was the right color and length but no one on the ship would have known what the gesture meant. Even if they did they know and understand the cultural and sentimental value, they wouldn't have bothered.

Thor stared raptly at the braid, once again back where it belonged and looking better than the hastily made one that Thor had created years ago. The gold clasps had a particular Asgardian motif that Loki favored.

Loki had fooled Thor twice before. By the Nine, Thor hoped Loki had managed to pull yet another miraculous escape out of his seemingly endless sleeve.

How had Loki gotten aboard the ship? Where did he go?

Striding out of the washroom, unconcerned by his own nakedness, Thor searches methodically around his bunk. Loki isn't infallible; if you know what to look for, Loki occasionally leaves a trace.

There! On the floor, stuck in the grooves of a grate, a glint of silver catches Thor's eye. A small throwing knife. Gingerly, Thor picks it up, expecting is to dissolve into green light. It doesn't. The knife is cold against his palm. A throwing knife, small and light, meant to be lost. Loki kept so many on him that he probably never realized it was missing.

"Quill!" he yells, gripping the knife so tightly it digs into his palm.

"What?" Thor follows the captains voice to the galley. "Whoah, man! I don't know how y'all did it on Ass-guard but around here we at least cover our junk!"

"We need to find the owner of this knife," Thor says. He ignores the desperation in his own voice. Thor knows how he must look, naked and crazed and brandishing an ornate knife in Quill's face, but he doesn't care. Loki is out there, somewhere, and Thor is going to find him no matter what.

"Let's roll back the crazy for a second," Quill says, covering his eyes with his hand but peeking through his fingers to look at the knife. "Fancy. Whose is it and why should I care?"

"The blade belongs to my brother."

"The dead one?"

"It was in my bunk when I awoke, along with this" Thor explains, gesturing to the braid in his hair. Quill looks at it uncomprehendingly and Thor is not in a frame of mind to explain.

"So you're telling me that your dead brother snuck onto our ship, braided your hair, dropped a knife, and somehow disappeared without waking any of us or setting off the security alarms?"

"We have security alarms?" Rocket asks, grabbing the knife out of Thor's hand to inspect it. After a few seconds he returns it and declares, "Yeah, that's that fancy Asgardian metal stuff alright."

"It does sound like something his brother would do," Korg pipes in.

Quill sighs and rubs his hand over his face before turning around dramatically. "Ugh, fine," he relents far more easily than Thor had expected. "On one condition: you go put some pants on."

"I agree to your terms," Thor declares. He returns to the shower room to make himself presentable. Along with a haircut and a beard trimming, Thor adds a set of armor or at least matching leathers to his mental list of things to get at their next stop. He doubts that Loki will be easy to find; he needs to be ready for anything.

#loki series #loki fanfic #loki #thor #loki and thor #my disaster child

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winterironbang · 4 years ago

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Art Preview:

Below you will find the art previews for this year, remember authors that its not quite time for claiming yet!Take a good look and pick 2-3 favourites and remember their Title for when claiming does begin.

If you’d rather see the art as a google doc click here

Title: Kissing under the fireworks

Description/Prompt: what it says on the tin. Kissing under the fireworks.

This one is a pretty open universe, could be a first kiss, a regular kiss exchanged at New Year's Eve, the fireworks are celebrating that one of them have been crowned King or them finally getting married. Or maybe a romantic proposal at a holiday celebration.

Warnings: None

Limitations: No unhappy/ambiguous ending, no alcoholism (but recovery or past mentions are fine), no watersports (kink)

A/N: The art is not finished I am open to reinterpretation and/or taking the prompt a different way then the one I have outlined or changing the art a bit to better fit the story like Bucky (not) having the arm, short hair or long and similar

Title: welcome back / welcome home

Description/Prompt: Bucky pulls Tony into a bone crushing hug, extremely relieved that Tony is back home and alive. Bucky doesn't plan to let him go, ever again.

Open verse, could be a no-power AU, or pre-Afghanistan, or maybe sometime when Tony is IronMan. It could be focusing on Bucky's anguish at not knowing where is Tony if he is alive. Or could be the celebration that Tony is home. Maybe how is their life is being affected after.

Warnings: None

Limitations: No unhappy/ambiguous ending, no alcoholism (but recovery or past mentions are fine), no watersports (kink)

Title: 19th century AU

Prompt: 19th century-vibes AU (or can be Bridgerton AU), with behaving one way in private and another way in public to save face, love, and searching for one's freedom. (Can be ABO or not)

Limitations: dubcon/noncon between the OTP, eye gore, MCD, D/s verse (a normal universe with a D/s relationship is fine though), unhappy ending, pwp. I would prefer if it was not simple love at first sight.

Title: Sweethearts

Description/Prompt: Punk!Alpha!Bucky gets into a fight, not on purpose - this time - and while he does win, he gets beaten badly.

He tries to walk it off, but he runs into his Omega classmate Tony who is heading home from a late night lab-session.

Tony sees him and is very adamant to treat Bucky's injuries - he lets slip by accident a couple of details about Bucky, showcasing that he pays more attention to Bucky than a "proper" Omega should.

Tony patches Bucky up, and they fall asleep on the couch, Bucky relaxing after a long while.

They end up becoming friends and Tony offers to tutor Bucky.

They end up falling in love with Tony, and Bucky stops skipping class and getting into so many fights. Though Tony patches him up, every single time.

In the end Bucky's grades improve enough that he finishes in the Top 10 of the class.

Warnings: none

Limitations: No unhappy/ambiguous ending, no alcoholism (but recovery or past mentions are fine), no watersports (kink)

Title: Iron Man Noir AU

Prompt: Iron Man Noir AU with influences from Spider-Man Noir. It is 1939, Tony Stark is undercover in Berlin in his hidden Cabaret, to gather intel, and help where help is needed.

Why is Bucky there? Is he sent for undercover work, ready to meet some secret contact? Is he a Russian spy sent to gather information about America's plans? Or is he just some normal guy who wandered into the wrong Cabaret at the wrong time?

(These are just some ideas for Bucky, if you have others, let's talk! Bucky could be MCU-inspired or comic-inspired, or a mix or something else.)

Limitations: noncon between Bucky and Tony, MCD, ABO, D/s verse (a normal universe with a D/s relationship is fine though), eye gore, eye things in general, unhappy ending, pwp, smoking except pipes.

Title: BDSM AU

Description/Prompt: I was definitely thinking praise kink and rope play, but feel free to include others as well. Who is being tied up is the Author's choice, I will adjust the art accordingly (like including Bucky's metal arm)

Warnings: BDSM, Rope play and I guess other kind of kinks if they get included.

Limitations: No unhappy/ambiguous ending, no alcoholism (but recovery or past mentions are fine), no watersports (kink)

Title: Sea AU

Description/Prompt: Siren/Mermaid Tony and Sailor/Pirate/Privateer!Bucky - Tony visits his land bound lover, Bucky.

This one is open verse, I have already listed couple of options for them, but feel free to change that.

The world can be dark - Siren!Tony attracts unsuspecting ships (and sailors) to their death. Either by Bucky's sword or by shipwrecking them.

Could be angst - ala Little Mermaid style (original or Disney version) or a completely new one

Could be hurt/comfort - Bucky is the only survivor of his ship, because Tony saved him. But Tony could only bring him to a lonely Island, where the only way out is for Bucky to build a raft, and Tony provides company whenever he can stay above water.

Could be fluff - Tony and Bucky deeply in love, where in the end Bucky follows Prince Tony into the depths of the ocean, never to be seen again by human eyes.

Or any other combinations! Go wild!

Warnings: None, I would say

Limitations: No unhappy/ambiguous ending, no alcoholism (but recovery or past mentions are fine), no watersports (kink)

Title: Vampire Bucky

Prompt: Vampire Bucky AU with Bucky. How does Tony find him like this? Let’s brainstorm together.

Limitations: noncon between Bucky and Tony, unhappy ending, pwp, MCD, ABO, D/s verse (a normal universe with a D/s relationship is fine though), eye gore, eye things in general, smoking, evil Tony, evil Bucky

A/N: It's still very sketchy, total WIP.

Title: Knight in shining armour

Description/Prompt: The Winter soldier is pulled from a burning HYDRA base by IronMan.

Open verse, it could be that Bucky is slowly methodically taking his revenge on HYDRA, and everytime he is injured IronMan comes and rescues him, but Bucky never stays, all the way until the end.

Or maybe Bucky was kidnapped and wiped, and IronMan wiped out the HYDRA base in revenge and now he is taking Bucky home.

Maybe IronMan finds HYDRA during Avengers one and decides to do some recon on his own and comes face to face with Bucky Barnes.

There are sooo many possibilities!

(While the IronMan armour is intended to be the Bleeding Edge armour, this can be changed)

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort? Possibly darker themes

Limitations: No unhappy/ambiguous ending, no alcoholism (but recovery or past mentions are fine), no watersports (kink)

Title: Dragon Shifter AU

Description/Prompt: Tony and Bucky are dragon shifters, Tony with fire magic, Bucky with ice magic. They can't stand each other, but they have to get along now... (Basically any enemies/ frenemies to lovers story you can thing of will make me happy, maybe with arranged marriage or a common goal/ enemy?)

Limitations: no A/B/O, no Civl War salt, no non-con between bucky/ tony, no mpreg

A/N: This art is purely self-indulgent. Anyone who wants to just have fun with the idea feel free to pick it up!

Title: Warlord Tony AU

Prompt: Everyone has heard of the warlord Iron Man, a cunning monster whose troops mercilessly slaughter his opponents on the battlefield and who has never lost a single battle. According to some he's not even a man at all: After all, he can cut through weapons and people alike, and survived direct hits that would kill a normal man. His army turns wins fights against superior numbers and his cannons never miss their target. Very few people know that he also hides quite a number of secrets in a calm little valley at the heart of his territory, in a town called Arc.

For Bucky, you can go wild - whether he's part of a tribute, an enemy soldier, an assassin or something else. We're looking forward to talking about plot ideas!

Warnings: implied violence, blood

Limitations: no non-con between Tony/Bucky, no fully evil Tony, no MCD, no ABO, no mrpeg, no team cap bashing pls

Title: Alpine

Description/Prompt: Biker Bucky finds Alpine on the side of the road, abadoned and hungry. Bucky decides to take Alpine to the vet, unfortunately this being - your choice of holiday - there are not many vets are open and most of them is for emergency only.

Bucky worried that the kitten won't survive the night, runs into vet!Tony who is about to head home. However seeing the kitten, Tony decides to help and nurture the kitten. Alpine survives the night and becomes a bike-riding cat, usually traveling on Bucky's shoulders or back pack.

The story could be a falling in love at first sight, or Bucky bringing all kinds of animals to Tony, because Bucky trusts Tony to take care of them. (There maybe a cracky story hidden in there somewhere too *wink*)

Warnings: no kittens were harmed in the making of this prompt - none

Limitations: No unhappy/ambiguous ending, no alcoholism (but recovery or past mentions are fine), no watersports (kink)

Title: Late night dance lessons

Description/Prompt: Bucky is baking late into the night as a super soldier he doesn't need much sleep and baking is a relaxing hobby. It's 2am, the night is quiet no people around and his favourite music is playing from the stereo.

This is the moment when Tony arrives (could be a long night at the 'shop, or maybe just coming in from an overnight flight, maybe this is the time they regularly meet), they get into a small talk which slowly evolves into Tony staying and talking and Bucky reminscens of old times and what he can remember. It's a soft and tender talking the one people only have at 3am. Then an old times music comes on, reminding Bucky of nights when he went out to dance. And Tony seeing the look on his face offers to dance with him.

Warnings: None

Limitations: No unhappy/ambiguous ending, no alcoholism (but recovery or past mentions are fine), no watersports (kink)

Title: Feats of Flexibility

Description/Prompt: Bucky is doing push-ups, and someone accuses him of showing off - he had been in the gym for hours now - and Bucky claims that this nothing challenging to him, so naturally he is challenged into proving it.

This is escalated into more and more complicated and complex tasks ending in Tony sitting on Bucky's back while he is doing push ups, with his feet in the air

Poor Tony who only come down to keep in shape and tries valiantly to not stare at those feats of muscles and flexibility gets roped in

Can end in a kiss/confession or more sexy times *wink*

Warnings: None

Limitations: No unhappy/ambiguous ending, no alcoholism (but recovery or past mentions are fine), no watersports (kink)

Title: Untitled

Description/Prompt: Open to any ideas for some steampunk shenaniganry! Skyships, pirates, dashing captains, scrappy inventors, swash*buckly* adventures?

Warnings: none?

Limitations: DNWs include a/b/o, mpreg, noncon, dubcon between major protagonists, death of major protagonists, unhappy/ bad endings

Title: Fantasy Secret Identity AU

Description: Bucky standing in front of a wall plastered with posters of all sorts, among them some wanted posters, one for Iron Man, one for the Winter Soldier.

Prompt: Tony Stark is a well-known noble and mage, and Iron Man is a well-known villain. Of course, the two aren't connected at all. Until Tony Stark takes on a bet to figure out the identity of the man in the armor - and hires James Barnes, a washed-up mercenary to find any clues possible. It's just as well James has no links to the feared assassin called Winter Soldier, because that would be making things complicated.

I'm always open for other ideas but am really hoping for some identity porn :D

Warnings: None

Limitations: no A/B/O, no mpreg, no CW salt, no MCD

A/N: I haven't inked most of the posters in order to leave the author some freedom for the AU they want to make - I'm open for suggestions about adding stuff in!

Title: Promise of the Desire to Live

Description/Prompt: This is a Pokémon crossover piece. The Pokémon egg on the left belongs to Magearna and will hatch in her original coloring (which are pretty much Iron Man colors). This Magearna will be the partner of Tony. The Pokémon egg on the right belongs to Mewtwo and will have almost the same coloring as Shadow Mewtwo except that his tail will be navy blue. This Mewtwo will be Bucky’s partner. Here’s the prompt –

The Avengers are called to deescalate a situation involving a young and semi-inexperienced Inhuman who lost her family due to a suicide bomber. After receiving her powers mere days after that traumatic event, this young girl, no more than 12, is able to sense who has a strong desire to commit suicide and send them to places/people/beings that need help and are able to bring them back from the brink of suicide.

Omega!Tony and Alpha!Bucky are sent to a Team Plasma lab with an egg incubator in the center of the room with two eggs in it. They take the eggs.

Warnings: Discussions of depression and suicidal thoughts

Limitations: Story cannot be ended with the Pokémon hatching. I want a full-length Pokémon journey from Bucky, Tony, and their Pokémon. I want them to find a way to travel between the Pokémon world and their home world. Also, must have A/B/O. No rape.

Title: Bunny Tony/ Wolf Bucky

Description/prompt: No matter what the media and Hollywood tried to say, there wasn't really that much difference between predator and prey presenting people. A jaguar wouldn't love climbing trees and napping all day anymore than a squirrel would hoard nuts and play deadly games with cars.

But whenever Tony's gorgeous rear and fluffy tail wind up in Bucky's line of sight, he has to clamp his teeth against a strong urge to bite. And when Tony comes down to the kitchen each morning, hair a mess and silky, floppy ears on display, Bucky has to fight more possessive urges. He's sure neither the team or Tony would appreciate Bucky dragging the bunny off to his territory...Would they?

Warnings: N/A

Limitations: Happy Ending, No Civil War, No AoU, No bathroom kinks, Prefer Team as family, Explicit welcome

A/N: The sketch will be colored and have at least one more piece featuring a Wolf Bucky. And maybe a shot of Tony's fluffy tail.

Title: Untitled 2

Description/Prompt: something based on the John Wick tailor scene or James Bond-Q outfitting or just general spies or mafia?

Open for brainstorming or alternate interpretations or anything really! Assassins/Spies not up your alley? image can be edited/background removed if your idea is for a non powers tailor au instead!

Warnings: canon typical violence for story (john wick levels or mcu levels up to author?)

Limitations: DNWs include a/b/o, mpreg, noncon, dubcon between major protagonists, death of major protagonists, unhappy/ bad endings

Title: Hold out your hand

Description/Prompt: The only thing I feel needs to be heavily included in the fic would be about Bucky's relationship with his arm and how Tony helps him with that (though it doesn't technically need to be the main storyline)

If you want other input then I love tropes especially soulmate type situations and Bucky recovery fics, but pretty much any trope is good.

Warnings: NA

Limitations: Character death, age play (I am pretty much open to anything else, any rating is cool with me as is including smut or not)

A/N: I am still messing with the composition and finish on this so if you have any input then let me know :) (for example the smaller images of the hands and Tony could be used individually for page breaks in the story rather than being the main art?)

Title: Porcelain and Metal or maybe a Toy au?

Description/Prompt: This particular piece was created because I really wanted a porcelain ballerina tony and nutcracker-ish bucky.This could be a first meeting scene of sorts with bucky being a shameless flirt but the writer could expand and add more scenes of course! I mostly just wanted a very cute and magic realism-ish vibe.

Warnings: N/A

Limitations: No unhappy endings. A bit of angst for the sake of the plot is fine. Non-consensual acts of any sorts is also a no

Title: Scheherazade AU

Description/Prompt: Based on Thousand and One Nights, war chief!Bucky refuses a spouse and threatens to kill anyone he's set up with. Tony ends up married to him and talks every night, leaving off right before bed so Bucky has to keep him around another day

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Limitations: no noncon/heavy warnings. Also really not into stucky, even as background influence/past feelings. Also don't want any feminization of Tony by having him as 'weaker' or a damsel. I don't like infidelity or overcomplicated drama because of simple misunderstandings. Some smut is okay, but no hard kinks, PWP, or A/B/O.

A/N: Besides inspiration of original story, I don't have much planned. While no warnings, it would include arranged marriage, but no actual noncon please. I like slowburn so totally down for a long fic. Also pretty relaxed with background ships and always here for some epic friendships (tony and rhodey, bucky and nat, etc).

Title: Mirror images

Description/Prompt: Bucky and Winter got separated into two bodies by accident or on purpose, which helps greatly with them getting along better (or at all), until they decide independently to woo Tony

Both of them show how much they care about Tony, even if it's very very different from each other

Tony appreciates and loves both and absolutely can't decide between the two (nor does he want to because both are important to him) and it ends in polamory either a triangle or v-shaped

Warnings: N/A

Limitations: No unhappy/ambiguous ending, no alcoholism (but recovery or past mentions are fine), no watersports (kink)

Title: College au meet cute or something

Description/Prompt: No specific plot, maybe Bucky and Tony like each other but both are oblivious to the others feelings. Steve and Rhodey as the "Why am I bestf riends with an idiot" best friend. With minor thundershield please

Warning: N/A

Limitations: No unhappy endings. Bit of angst for the sake of plot is fine.

A/N: Will color and clean this up a bit. I'll also be willing to make more art for the story if ever.

#winterironbang #winteriron reverse bang #art preview #winteriron #ironwinter

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snarwor · 4 years ago

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moon and old stars - chapter 1

I blame @badwolfbadwolf for every single word of this. Din Djarin/Boba Fett Daddy Kink with a side of Emotional Hurt/Comfort? I’m fuckin AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA damn it I’m writing Star Wars fic again. What’s this ship name? Link to AO3 at the bottom. No warnings so far. Also: this is my first time posting a fic on Tumblr so if there’s formatting issues yolo

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He wasn’t going to do it. He wasn’t. He was practically forty cycles old and he knew better. Here he was, without a damn starship, without the kid, bereft of enough credits to make a difference, and he was spiraling out of control due to the residual guilt and shame which had come with taking his helmet off at the refinery on Morak. He’d compromised himself, his Creed, his people.

And the damn Fett wasn’t talking to him, to top it off. That’s just great.

It wasn’t much of a Way if you kept meandering vaguely off course, listing on just this side of heresy.

Cara and Fennec had gone off in search of food on some outpost near the Outer Rim, a few days’ travel behind Gideon, and therefore Grogu. Din was left alone in Slave I with Boba Fett, and he was practically crawling out of his skin.

He’d rehearsed the bad idea so many times in his head, but somewhere between his mind and his mouth the words changed from “Wanna go shoot something?” to “I need a distraction.”

The old bounty hunter was sitting at the console near the hyperdrive, sans helmet, as he was used to. Din’s hands were shaking in their gloves, but the gloves and his armor were sturdy enough to hide it from the common man’s eye.

Boba Fett was not a common man. He was a Mandalorian, if not by Creed then by race, and he knew exactly the deadly mix of poisons which had led Din to this point better than... kriff, better than anyone else in this blasted galaxy.

His eyes, so level and sure, so calculating and sharp it felt like there wasn’t any beskar between them, regarded him and his request. Din hadn’t asked, he was past the point of asking. He was desperate to get his mind off of the vicious circle of imagining what the kid was going through. Fett stood and straightened his back.

Din wasn’t a slight man, by anyone’s definition. He was strong enough to wield and wear the armor, to make it this long as a guild bounty hunter, to survive the training and the trauma that came from just living in the wild galaxy. But Boba Fett was a clone, he was created to be the most powerful kriffing bastard this side of the stars, and he was engineered smarter, faster, and stronger. He had a hand’s length on him in height, and Din was eager to know what that would feel like, without the armor, without the boots, without—

But Fett hadn’t spoken yet, he hadn’t even given anything away that Din could overthink about. He was sweating all over the inside of his helmet, worse than when he first put one on as a teenager. He swallowed roughly, and the vocoder picked it up, a soft crackle putting his nervousness on display.

“Come with me.”

It was three words, which were more than enough of an order for Din’s head to swim, and he followed like Fett had said to. He was led to a berthing at the far edge of the ship. The matter of fact way Fett had interpreted his request for a distraction as “I’m taking you to bed” made him swoon a little on his feet. “I don’t lay with armor. You’ll have to take it off.”

“But—”

“If I wanted to lay with a droid, I’d lay with a droid. It comes off.”

Again, Din was brought to heel by three short words. And really, what was there left of himself that he could hold tight to and pretend was honorable? How much of himself had he given up in just the last few months? What part of him actually still fit, hidden behind buckles and clasps and plates and signets?

He forced himself not to think about it. His need was great. Back on Morak, he’d felt the same need take control, blurring the line in his head that was at one point, uncrossable. Now, his whole mind was blurred, and he felt the air in his helmet was hot and stifling. Piece by piece, the armor around him came off, and with it, his cares and self-respect. He was willing to debase himself for one petty distraction.

In for a credit, and all.

The chest plate acted as sort of a holding dish for the rest, keeping it nice and tidy and out of Fett’s way as he bared every part of himself. Fett watched with an unreadable expression as pale skin was uncovered, as cloth-covered elbows and socked feet revealed itself to the room. The door was shut, there was some semblance of safety here, but the recklessness with which Din stripped himself gave the old man something to worry about.

Finally, in just his soft skin-layer clothes, all that was left was the damned helmet. Din felt his lips wobbling beneath it, and set his jaw. It’s just a distraction. It’s just enough to get me by. Then I can bottle the shame and find a way to repent for my actions. This is the Way.

The light in the room was dim, like Fett had known Din’s eyes needed to adjust. The helmet sat atop the rest of the armor with a soft thud, finality in its tone. Din let out a shuddering breath, and his eyes went to the floor, his head with it. He’s worn the helmet so long that he was unused to peripheral vision when he had it.

“Look at me.” Three-word sentences were a favorite of Fett’s, so it seemed. “You are not of a Creed you can disappoint while in here. The only truth is that you are mine.”

Din’s eyes flashed up, and his jaw dropped. That strange cadence to his voice, the accent, it was unfamiliar enough to his ears that it set the stage for what came next. “Yours?” he croaked, almost flinching at the new acoustic quality his voice had.

“Mine.” Fett sat on the edge of his bed, and made no motion for Din to follow, so he remained standing. “You are unfamiliar with this kind of activity. Good. There’s nothing you can do, or have done, that will change how I treat you here. We will start small. You will follow my orders. If you are confused about something, you will ask. If something is wrong, you will say ‘beskar’ and we will stop. No one else is allowed to know about this. I will not speak of it, and neither will you. This will not follow outside of here unless we speak of it. Do you have any questions?”

Millions.

“No.”

“Kneel here.” Fett pointed with a single, gnarled finger to a point on the ground by his feet. Din made a soft noise of resistance, but a firm look reminded him that he was to follow Fett’s orders. He slowly went to his knees, and walked forward on them, closer, to Fett’s side. He thought they were going to do this on the bed. “Get comfortable.”

He spoke like he’d rather be talking in a different language, but for Din he’d keep speaking in Common. Din adjusted his kneeling stance so his back wasn’t slouched. They often meditated in the cloister and learned to stay very still despite discomfort, but Fett had told him to get comfortable, so he did, though once he’d found it, he began to fidget.

“Put your head here.” Fett patted his lap. Surely there was an easier way for him to do this…? Din wasn’t sure he’d be able to reach Fett’s cock in this position. “Your mind is jumping several steps ahead. We are not moving past this now. Relax your mind.”

“I asked for a distraction, not a guided meditation,” Din grumbled, resisting and testing the waters a little. Fett seemed quick to temper despite his glacial expressions, but in here, he took the little barb like Din hadn’t even said anything.

“You will get what you need, and nothing more unless you follow what it is I’m saying. Put your head here. I won’t repeat myself again.”

Din gently rested his head against Fett’s thigh. It was a strange sensation, to feel warmth there not brought by engine heat or the flash-burn of a sonic shower, or his own body heat trapped in the helmet. The fabric over his thigh was a rough canvas, but not too thick that it hid the warmth from the man wearing them.

“Good. That’s good.”

He nearly jumped out of his skin when Fett put a hand on his head, not grabbing, just resting. He took deep breaths and calmed his heart down.

He’d spent so many months taking a sharp blade to his hair, thinning it down as soon as it was long enough to curl. He didn’t like to meet his own eyes in the mirror as he worked, only looked at his face enough to do a cursory, impersonal shave and haircut, and only when absolutely necessary. He felt he owed it to the Creed that he didn’t indulge in time spent out of the helmet, in things like vanity and pride.

But now, with Fett’s hand on his head, and his head on his thigh, kneeling at his feet because he’d been told to, he wished he’d spent a bit more time making sure it was at least even. Insecurity and shame bubbled inside of him, and it made damn sure Din knew how unworthy he was of a signet, of the helmet, of the gifts given by his people. Through many years and lonely nights, even after he met the kid, he’d found himself in moments of physical pain, but never enough to make him cry like a child.

This simple act, it seemed, was enough.

It started slow, a prickling spark behind his eyes, a flash of radiant embarrassment on his cheeks. He swallowed past a lump in his throat. His vision blurred with tears, and they fell, uninhibited, from his eyes. If Fett noticed, he didn’t speak about it, and didn’t move his hand back. His thigh and his hand were the only two points in the galaxy that could tether Din back to himself, and he was holding on tightly to that sensation.

Those fingers curled into unevenly-cut hair, a gentle scritch against a sensitive scalp, and Din cried harder. Under the sounds of his gasps and silent, shuddering sobs, he heard humming. It wasn’t a song he recognized, but the tune became familiar the more Fett repeated it, in a deep register that matched his entire demeanor.

Din’s hands came to wrap around Fett’s calf, holding on hesitantly, but tighter once the song interrupted with a “Hm,” of assent. Now he had four points of tethering, and it was easier for Din to let the tears carry away his shame and injuries to his pride.

He didn’t know how long he was down there, knelt by Fett’s feet, but when he felt fine enough to look up, he was surprised to meet Fett’s eyes. He somehow knew Fett hadn’t looked away even once in the whole time Din had knelt. “You were very good for me,” Fett said, a soft quality to his voice that made Din’s breath catch. The hand on his head shifted and cupped the back of his neck, and Din’s eyes fluttered shut. How long had it been…? Never, his mind said. You’ve never felt like this.

“What was that song?” Din asked, his voice terribly hoarse and small.

“It’s an old one, so old time forgot the words but not the sound and story. It told a tale about an old star shooting across the galaxy, and when it sailed past a moon made of crystals so clear it looked like starlight, it stopped, pulled into orbit by a thing so beautiful it was helpless against the laws of the universe. My father used to sing it to me, and now I sing it to you.”

Din didn’t know what to make of that, but said, “That sounds like a nice story. Will you teach me the song?”

“I will. But not now. The others will be back soon. You may want to clean up.”

Din noticed the uncomfortable feeling of tears dried on his face, and felt the wave of self-consciousness return, though it was greatly subdued.

“There’s a shower on board.”

“Thank you.” Din kept his eyes down, gathering up his things again, his pieces.

“You’re welcome, any time you need it.”

“What if I don’t need it?” Din said, trying to cover his vulnerability with...something else.

“Then you don’t need it,” Fett said, calm as anything. He stood.

Sure enough, those five inches Fett had on him were made starkly apparent when Din stood in none of his armor. Certain men carried a metaphorical weight with them when they walked, and others carried an imagined height that let them look down on others. Boba Fett was bigger in both senses, but did not use his power to belittle or condescend at Din. He exuded a presence of comfort and safety, a peace that Din had thought inaccessible for himself for so very long.

He felt held, though they stood apart.

“I’ll just. Shower.” Din said, awkwardness filling his lungs.

As soon as he was in the small ‘fresher, he closed the hatch and wondered what in the kriff just happened.

Read on AO3.

Chapter two.

#star wars fanfiction #din djarin/boba fett #mandalorian fanfiction #if past me saw now me she would be very disappointed #my writing #moon and old stars

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icebergruins · 4 years ago

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ICEBERG RUINS

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DNI

I doubt this will be effective, but I’ll give it a shot.

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I also don't have the patience for you to talk my ear off about standard fandom drama. Whether or not RaiLeon or RaiPiers is a better ship, or if Ghetsis x Colress is problematic, or whether or not liking Faba makes you a bad person. I don't care, leave me out of this - these are fictional characters, cut it out.

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unwoas · 4 years ago

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kim taehyung. twenty five. cis man. — behold! sieon jeon has finally joined us at court! as member of house jeon, allied to house kilborne, they’re known for being genuine, but also quite credulous at times. the halls of this great castle harbors great secrets, and he does not disappoint; reputation precedes them as they’re known for traveling to the far reaches of the known world.

*slides you a baby character* this is my wide eyed troublemaker! i’m looking forward to writing him again. as usual, below are some tidbits and wanted connections for him, so let me know if you’d like to plot a little something! <3

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋.

name : sieon jeon. label : the wanderer. nickname : the jewel of vermin. age : twenty five. magic : magically-inclined. currently living : family seat.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.

traits : genuine. credulous. impulsive. courageous. secretive. sociable. alignment : chaotic neutral. hobbies : map-making. reading or listening to conspiracies. searching for treasure. scaling and climbing things he shouldn’t. eavesdropping. cooking sweet treats. hosting and joining plays or music shows. habits : talking with his hands. “borrowing” things. humming. flirting. sleeping late. speaking loudly. sketching little pictures or phrases. fears : "settling down” ( a marriage. kids. inheriting the keep. ). losing all he’s gained. losing his life before he learns to control his magic.

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋.

orientation : pansexual. panromantic. kinks : too many to name or count. experimental. hookups or relationships : very few in the royal village, but plenty outside of the walls. relationship status : single. shipping status : open.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄.

faceclaim : kim taehyung. height : 5′ 10. hair : long, dark brown. eyes : dark brown. piercings : two piercings in each ear. tattoos : none. scars : quite a few small scars from his adventures, but nothing too outstanding or noticeable in the day-to-day.

𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

level of education : medium. ( high in geography, cartography, sciences and art. very low in history and literature ) occupation : lord of house jeon. adventurer.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇.

drinker? : yes, frequently. smoker? : yes, frequently. recreational drug user? : yes, frequently. disabilities : none. mental illnesses : none known.

𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖.

➥ growing up in the ports of his family’s home, it isn’t a stretch to say the drunken ramblings of sailors and pirates inspired him to take a wonderous approach to life. growing up, he spent more time on the rocky beaches and wooden docks than in his home. at sixteen, sieon captured by pirates. his family couldn’t afford the demands, but he didn’t mind. soon, he held them all in the palm of his hands and convinced them to not only keep him alive, but to let him become a part of their crew.

➥ sieon steered them towards famed treasures and discovered wealth in hidden temples, lost worlds, and distant lands. sieon enjoyed the seas and only returned when a letter from his mother arrived: his father was sick; they wanted him home. for the past few years, sieon’s ached for adventure. struggling to maintain their region, he finds his thoughts wandering to the escape he found outside of the “civilized” world. he needs excitement again, and he’ll almost do anything to taste it once more.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

➥ is very into conspiracy theories, treasure secrets, “cover-ups” and banned literature. even if he doesn’t believe in everything himself, he’s eager to learn things that challenge his worldview.

➥ clumsy with a sword or bow, but an excellent climber, runner and swimmer. he knows how to use a knife for protection, but he’s a firm believer in avoiding fights.

➥ an expert at reading the stars and waves. can do crazy sorts of math in his head, but please don’t ask him to do basic addition or subtraction without scratch paper.

➥ the first to sing at a banquet, the first on the dance floor, the first to star in a play. sieon’s here for a good time wherever he finds himself.

➥ fantastic at making maps. keeps an impressive collection of maps in his home. they hide the bookshelves full of banned books and pamphlets.

➥ good with his hands and fingers. can make, fold, or paint little crafts that he gifts to his favorite people. kind of a bundle of energy in that way. as finessed as he is with his hands, however, his tongue is hardly trained the same way.

➥ brought back some wealth from his adventures, but sieon’s hardly the budgeter. he blew through his treasures quickly, and hardly understands the true wealth he has in knowledge, maps, and secret books stowed in his trunks.

➥ a gift giver. from shells and treats to jewels and gossip, sieon loves the affection and smiles he receives from making people happy. an endless people-pleaser.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

➥ secret circle. a group of people interested in conspiracies, whispers, the occult, etc. who gather and talk about the ~taboo with each other over alcohol and a warm fire. potentially dangerous to the crown, but for now they’re simply . . . talking.

➥ childhood friends. they were once closer than close. best friends, soulmates. then, sieon left without a word and only just now has returned. they’re not sure if they fit in with the “new” sieon’s world, but they hold a special soft spot for each other.

➥ crush. they’re sweet on the eyes and to the ears. sieon’s a constant flirt, harmlessly so, but he feels a little squeeze squeeze to the heart whenever they’re around. it probably doesn’t mean anything, but he’s hanging on every word they say.

➥ betrothal. nothing’s set in stone yet. after all, they’re one of the poorer, less well-known houses in the kingdom. their lands offer more criminals with bribes than tax payers. sieon isn’t keen on the idea of marrying, but his mother’s urging a safe match as their father’s health continues to decline.

➥ discoverer. on an impromptu journey, sieon discovers his magical powers, opening a world of questions, concerns, and danger. they’re with him when it happens and vow to keep his secret ( for whichever purpose ). a confidante by circumstance, they’re by his side when he chooses to tap into this newfound potential.

➥ seducer. ( not necessarily sexual ) they’re promising adventure. fulfillment. excitement. all of those things sound like heaven to sieon, who’s sick of paper pushing and catching his laughs on the street. a nimble young man with good knees and even better ears, they might find good use for him.

#─── ⠀ 🌺 ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀sieon j. ⠀ ／ ⠀ study .#throneintro

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cowboyshit · 5 years ago

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La Princesse (Part Two)

I ahhh! here’s part two! I thought it would only be two parts, but I think it’s going to eventually go into a third part. no smut happens yet (sorry!), but I did decide to make jungle boy the foc’s best friend and might have hinted at a potential oc love interest for him IF I ever get the courage up to write a fic for him askjfkdfllsj hopefully I didn’t butcher any of the characters too much here!!!

Previously: part one

Ship: Chris Jericho x Sarah Rose (plus-sized FOC)

Summary: It’s been one week since Chris Jericho singled Sarah out at an AEW company party and asked if she’d let him be her sugar daddy. One week. That was all the time he gave her to make up her mind. The more days pass, the more Sarah realizes she kind of really wants to say yes.. and when she does, she gets a small taste of just what Chris Jericho has in mind for her...

Rating: Mature (sexual talk / sugar daddy/sugar baby stuff)

Warnings: sugar daddy kink stuff, mainly dirty talk

Length: 4,991 words

Available below the cut

“Are you kidding me?!” Her voice echoed around the empty, one-room studio apartment, yelled in irritated agony from her cramped adjacent bathroom. “That’s the second time this month the hot water has gone out,” she muttered as she stumbled out of her bathroom with a large towel wrapped and secured around her, searching for where she’d set her phone. Her large calico cat stretched and mewed softly from where it’d been lounging on the bed. When she glanced over, she noticed her phone was lying by the cat’s side.

“Thanks Vixen,” she said, as if her cat had told her where her phone was and reached to grab it before dialing her landlord.

The phone rang. And rang. And rang.

No answer.

Suppressing a frustrated sigh, she kept her voice as level and calm as possible when the answering machine clicked over. “Hi Blake, it’s Ashley. The hot water is out again. I’ll be leaving out of town today, back Thursday evening, so if we could get someone to come look at it before I get home, that’d be fantastic. Thank you!” Ending the call, she groaned in irritation and sighed through her nose to settle her frayed nerves. Getting upset about it wasn’t going to solve her problems and she had places to be. Ice cold shower it was.

It’d been six days since Chris Jericho had cornered her at the company party and propositioned her to be her sugar daddy. Every day since, when she came face-to-face with areas of her life that were less-than-ideal and would be easily fixed with money, his deal sounded better and better. When she browsed social media and inevitably came across a post about him, she’d pause and eventually catch herself staring at him for a little too long. All in all, the closer Wednesday drew, the more she began to realize she was considering accepting his offer.

She assumed he was only going to have her as his arm candy behind-the-scenes and couldn’t see him wanting to parade her out every time he had a show. She’d been a bigger sized girl her entire life, bullied in school, bullied at home, and shunned from social events just because she wasn’t the “ideal size” by society’s skewed, incorrect standards. Sure, the world was changing, growing, a body positive movement was on the rise, but there were still leaps and bounds to make. She’d only just begun to respect her body herself and still stumbled from time to time, catching old, hurtful thoughts returning, but she supposed it was all a learning process. All that aside, this was Chris Jericho. He wouldn’t want a fat girl on his arm as a sign of status, right? This would probably just be a fun, private thing.

Her heart sunk a little bit and she took a breath to steel herself against the disappointment. Shaking her head, she glanced at herself in the bathroom mirror and rolled her eyes.

“You’re letting old insecurities get the best of you,” she reminded herself. Besides, the point wasn’t whether or not he wanted to show her off. The point was that Chris Jericho confessed not only that he’d been watching her behind the scenes and not only that he thought she was beautiful, but that he wanted her. He wanted to shower her in gifts his wealth and status could bring. He wanted to spoil her. All he asked in return was her dutiful obedience and her returned affections. Which wasn’t a downside in the slightest, considering she was attracted to him.

She looked around her small studio apartment and met the green-yellow eyes of her cat, who softly meowed at her. “We wouldn’t be heartbroken to leave this place behind, would we baby?” She asked as she moved to scoop her kitty up into her arms and scratched her affectionately behind the ears and under her chin. “I’ll be back Thursday night,” she pressed a sweet kiss on her forehead, “you be good for the sitter.”

Goodbyes given, dressed and showered, she gathered her small carry-on and caught a rideshare to the airport. Having to fly practically every week got her used to the hassle quickly, making most airports less intimidating than they’d originally seemed. Plus, since her best friend lived nearby, she often got lucky enough to fly to the shows along with him.

“Sarah! Hey!” Right on cue, a soft, warm male voice beckoned, raising just loud enough for her to catch it above the background chatter of the airport terminal.

“Jack!” She grinned as she caught sight of the slender, fit young athlete with the luscious, long tumble of soft, curly hair. Jungle Boy Jack Perry was a few years younger than she was and the two had become surprisingly quick friends. Surprising on Sarah’s part because she hadn’t expected to consider herself friends with any of the talent on the roster. Jungle Boy was humble though, and down to earth. Sweet, and caring. She appreciated his friendship more than ever as well as his advice whenever she was faced with a problem in her life.

She hadn’t told him about Jericho’s offer yet… she didn’t think he’d be so interested in the idea as she was. Not that she and Jungle Boy were anything romantic – they’d probably both laugh at anyone who suggested it – but because he didn’t trust Chris Jericho as far as he could throw him, and he wouldn’t want Sarah getting mixed up with the likes of the Inner Circle.

“Always love it when we get the same flight,” he said after a quick hug, then raised an eyebrow pointedly at the ticket in her hand. “I’ll like it even better if you tell me you’re sitting with me.”

Sarah looked at her ticket and read her seat number aloud.

A grin lit up Jungle Boy’s gentle, youthful face. “Perfect! I’m next to you and Marko’s next to me. We’ve got the row. Come on, we’re waiting over here.”

Jungle Boy reached with his long arms, fingers scooping the handle of her carry on and tugging it out of her grasp before she could say a word. He led her toward the waiting area in front of the gate which was still only half-crowded and sure to gain numbers the closer that loading time came. Marko glanced up from his phone as they neared, his voluminous mane of curly hair barely contained by the baseball cap he wore backwards on his head. His grin picked up bright, showing all his teeth, and Sarah found it infectious as always, smiling back.

“Sarah! It’s been forever!”

“It’s only been a week, Marko,” she said with a laugh as she lowered to the seat beside him.

“Oh yeah!” He laughed and went back to typing on his phone.

Immediately, naturally, Sarah cheated her body toward Jungle Boy as he turned toward her. They started talking, mostly about their day since they texted or talked on the phone or met up and hung out occasionally throughout the week. When she’d first started in AEW as backstage personnel she’d felt completely out of her element and sure someone was going to point a finger in her face and tell her she didn’t belong, but Jungle Boy never did that. When she confessed to him that she had pipe dreams about being a wrestler, he’d been encouraging.

And still was. She hadn’t taken the jump yet to try and pursue that avenue, even though she was lucky to have so many chances at her fingertips. Jungle Boy didn’t press, but he constantly reminded her of how important it was to follow your dreams, no matter what.

They were called for boarding and as they shuffled through the loading ramp to the airplane, Marko elbowed Jungle Boy in the ribs and jerked his head toward her. Sarah caught it out of the corner of her eye, but it was clear she wasn’t supposed to. They were exchanging looks, communicating without talking, Jungle Boy frowning and shaking his head as he motioned for Marko to stop, and Marko nodding encouragingly and lifting his brows higher.

“Uh, guys? What sort of super-secret meeting are you two having?”

Jungle Boy jumped a little in place at having been caught and a sheepish expression crossed his sweet face as he looked at her and then down at the ground, readjusting his grip on the handle of his rolling carry-on. Marko, on the other hand, didn’t look too upset at having been caught. His blue eyes jumped between them, back and forth and back and forth, and he raised an elbow and jabbed Jungle Boy again.

“Someone’s got to talk, otherwise this is going to be a long plane ride,” she said as they shifted closer to loading.

“Let’s talk after,” Jungle Boy suggested, his deep voice ever calm, but when Sarah met his eyes she saw something that gave her pause. Worry twisted in her belly. Jungle Boy said nothing, but reached between them and gently wrapped his long, artful fingers around hers. He gave a comforting squeeze and separated their hands.

The flight was only a couple hours, but Sarah spent the entirety of it wondering what on earth Jungle Boy wanted to say to her. And why did Marko know? Was Jungle Boy… into her beyond their friendship? Never in a million years would she have the thought that he could want their relationship to be romantic, and nearly laughed the thought off. But you never thought Chris Jericho would look twice at you, did you? Sarah frowned and pretended to be interested in the in-flight film, but she hadn’t been able to pay attention to it the entire time and still couldn’t, too caught up in the thoughts running through her mind.

She hoped that wasn’t it. It wasn’t any fault of his, he was handsome and sweet and charming… but he wasn’t her type.

They shared a ride to the hotel and had just checked in when Marko noticed a fellow roster-member loitering in the lobby. “Sammy!” He shouted, grin spreading with imp-like delight over his face as he ducked through the crowd, quick, and went for the phone Sammy Guevara was using to record his YouTube vlog with. Sammy shouted as Marko snatched it out of his hands, and the shenanigans were on. The two sped off into the crowd, chasing one another, and Sarah grinned and shook her head. Boys.

After realizing their rooms were near one another’s, Sarah and Jungle Boy started for the elevators. He still hadn’t started talking and she was too nervous about it to prompt him. The tension between them on the elevator was thick enough to cut with a knife. They’d never been like this before… Sarah was worried. Maybe she should be the one to start, to rip the band aid off and just get it all out in the open. The doors opened, and they stepped calmly out into the hallway, beginning to walk toward their rooms. Hers came up first and they came to a stop. Sarah drew in a heavy breath and turned toward Jungle Boy.

“Why were you with Jericho?” He said it softly, but it was loud enough. Sarah stared, still open-mouthed, and slowly closed her lips. Jungle Boy’s brows dipped, and his eyes lifted to her face. He looked… concerned. Not angry. Not jealous. Worried.

“When?” She said like an idiot, her brain still scrambling through the fact that Jungle Boy had seen her with Jericho when he proposed the idea she be his sugar baby. How much had he seen? Had he seen Jericho tilt the glass and gently pour expensive champagne past her lips? Had he seen Jericho pull her in close as he leaned forward and leave a sweet, lingering kiss against them?

“At the party. Last week.” He said it calmly, but with a rising edge to his tone. Don’t play dumb and innocent with me, Sarah Rose. I know you too well.

“Oh...I…” her face was getting hot. Damnit! She was always so susceptible to blushing, and remembering that intimate, shared moment with Jericho struck energy in her veins and made her heartbeat quicken.

“Look, Sarah…” Jungle Boy started, one hand on his luggage, the other pinching the slender dip of his hip, “I care about you, okay? I’m not going to sit here and tell you who to talk to and who not to talk to, but Jericho…” he trailed off for a minute in thought and shook his head, brow pinching in as his dark, worried eyes returned to hers. “I just don’t think he’s a good person. I don’t think he’d really care about you.” Her initial worry about not telling him for that very reason (that he mistrusted Jericho) had been right. He and Jericho had their own slowly-brewing rivalry, after all.

Still, his concern touched her. Would it be different if he knew the truth?

“Jack…” she glanced around and knew they might run into another familiar face or be overheard. “Come on,” she jerked her chin toward her hotel door and pulled the keycard free, swiping and unlocking it. They walked in and she set her bag by the bed before lowering to sit on its edge. Jungle Boy leaned on the entertainment center in front of her, arms crossed over his slim but muscular chest.

“Chris Jericho isn’t going to be my boyfriend.”

He looked a little relieved but could read her and knew by her tone and expression that there was more coming.

“He… look, this is probably going to sound crazy, okay, but… hear me out. He asked me if he could be my sugar daddy.”

Jungle Boy’s brows shot up, wrinkling his forehead, and then fell and pinched hard inward.

“I know, I know. I couldn’t believe it either. I mean,” she frowned and glanced down her front, seeing her belly protruding with how she sat. “I’m not exactly sugar baby material for Chris freaking Jericho, you know?” She laughed, intending it to come across as a joke. A natural defense mechanism. Make the joke about yourself before someone can make it about you. She still hadn’t quite outgrown that gut reaction, even in Jungle Boy’s presence, who constantly chided her any time she said anything negative about herself. Even now, amid this new revelation, her self-deprecating comment had a stern frown from him thrown briefly her way.

“I haven’t given him an answer yet.” She said.

“And when you do? What are you going to say?”

She hesitated, gently pinching her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought. But it wasn’t her answer she was thinking so hard about. She was worried what Jungle Boy was going to say and how he was going to look at her if she told the truth.

“I think…” she forced herself to meet his eyes. “I think I might say yes? I know it’s crazy, but I could really use the financial help, and… you know me well enough by now to know I like my men to be older. I dunno… it might be fun to just live a little, and I’ve never really been anyone’s first choice, romantically, especially not someone as in the celebrity spotlight as him. It makes me feel…” she was bright red, but forced the word out, “sexy. It’s not like we’re going to fall in love or anything serious. It just makes me feel good that I have a multimillionaire who wants to spoil me and give me pretty things and have some fun with. I’ve never had anything like that before, you know?”

Sarah trailed off, quiet, and swore she could hear the heavy beats of her heart as she waited for what he was going to say. He sighed a long, low breath and reached up, pushing his long, thick curls out of his face.

“I get it… kind of. I mean, I don’t, but I’m… trying to.” He looked at her and she saw the confliction written clear as day across her face. “Just… promise me if it starts to go sour or he isn’t treating you fair, you aren’t going to keep it from me? Just… be safe, Rose. That’s all I’m saying.” She could tell he didn’t like it, not one bit, but what could she expect? He already told her he didn’t like Jericho, so she couldn’t think he’d suddenly get over it and cheer for her. But… it meant something that his only worry remained for her. That he wasn’t going to tell her what to do or what not to do, even if he didn’t like it himself. He just wanted her to be safe.

Sarah smiled, standing from the bed and walking over to him. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her cheek against his chest. He sighed the tension from his body after a lingering second, then reached with his long arms to gently wrap around her and hold her against him.

“I’ll be safe.” She promised and felt a little giddy. Saying it all out loud somehow made it more real. Like it wasn’t some fantasy in her mind. It was concrete. Factual. Tomorrow she’d be one-on-one with Chris Jericho, telling him she wanted to be his sugar baby and he, her sugar daddy.

“Alright,” he said, his chest rumbling gently with that smooth, low voice of his. His arms squeezed a little harder for a second, then released their tension. They stepped apart but remained close. “And if he ever hurts you, Sarah, or tries to make you do something you don’t want to…” something crept in the underbelly of his voice – the hero’s tone – and he pulled her back, so his eyes could squarely meet hers, “you’re not going to keep it from me. Me, Luchasaurus, and Marko… we’ll always have your back.”

Sarah doubted a man who was ready to spoil her was going to cause her harm, but she reminded herself Jungle Boy saw someone far different than she did when he looked at the likes of Chris Jericho. The fact that he wasn’t making her feel bad for considering going for it and only making sure that she knew she had an out if things went sideways was what was most important. So, Sarah held her tongue and didn’t argue or try and point out that Jericho could be different than what he thought he knew. She smiled and reached for his hand, giving it a little squeeze.

“Thank you, Jack. I don’t know what I used to do without you.”

His grin pushed higher into one side of his cheek than the other.

“Hey, by the way,” she kept her tone lofty as she released his hand and turned to start unpacking her suitcase, “I heard Valentina was going to be at the show tonight.”

There was a small stumble behind her, and Sarah bit down on her smile to keep it from spreading as she glanced over at him. He tried to play cool, but she had always had a feeling he liked the little spit-fire independent wrestler. Valentina hadn’t been signed to the AEW roster yet, but word was tonight was her try-out with the audience. She’d have a match that’d air on Dark next week and they’d see how receptive everyone was to her. Sarah had a feeling she was going to have an AEW contract in front of her before long… and it’d be fun to tease Jungle Boy about how bashful and tongue-tied he got around her.

“Just thought you’d like to know.” Sarah said with obviously feigned innocence in her voice and grinned over at Jungle Boy, who frowned and tried his very best to pretend he wasn’t personally interested.

“Oh, uh, that’s good for her…” His voice trailed, and he frowned and nodded. “I’m sure she’ll do well.” He was doing his best, but Sarah was struggling to fight the smile from spreading across her face, clearly seeing how affected he was by just a mention of her. Sarah couldn’t believe she’d actually been afraid his feelings had gone romantic for her.

“Yeah,” she agreed, calming her grin as best she could. “Good for her.”

*****

“There you are.”

Everything inside her body seized and twisted tight. Butterflies in her stomach. The voice had come from behind her, and she’d been bent, reaching to fix where the cords had been taped to the ground. A glance over her shoulder at him as she stood showed Jericho with his head tilted, eyes peering over his sunglasses as he appreciated her large ass bent toward him. On the shoulder of his flashy, sequined suit jacket he held the beautiful AEW World Champion belt. For a second her eyes were stuck on it and the way it glittered like stars, even under the unflattering fluorescent lights hanging overhead.

Then she looked at him. She’d turned to face him and felt entirely underdressed for the moment in her company t-shirt, a pair of worn jeans, and tennis shoes. Her dark hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she hadn’t bothered wearing make-up. Sometimes she needed to run around backstage or jump in and help move something heavy, and she could work up a sweat. Her job didn’t require her to look glamorous, though she’d thought about it that night, knowing Jericho would be coming to her before the show.

Damnit… she should have put some on. What if he changed his mind?

In contrast to her, Jericho was ready for the spotlight as ever. His long blond and peppered white hair was tied neatly back, not a strand out of place. He must’ve shaved before coming to the convention center, because his face was smooth, without even a hint of a five o’clock shadow. He had on a sequined black suit jacket, no shirt underneath, and it gave a peek of his aged, but sturdy, strong chest underneath. Sarah swallowed her nerves down and met his eyes as he slowly pulled the sunglasses off his face.

Jericho leaned in and, gripping her gently on the elbow, turned her this way and that so he could lay a sweet, fondly lingering kiss to either side of her cheeks. Sarah could feel how warm her cheeks had gotten when he moved back and saw the way his grin deepened as he noticed it too. She was blushing beneath his stare, her heart beating quickly beneath his all-knowing stare. He knew how much he affected her, and he seemed to like it.

“Did you consider my offer, baby girl?” He reached lazily and brushed a strand of her hair back over her shoulder. His eyes met hers.

This was it. Sarah was going to tell Chris Jericho she wanted to be his sugar baby.

“Yes,” she squeaked and cleared her throat, floundering shyly beneath his steady, amused stare.

“And?” His pupils jumped, studying her. Was he… actually nervous she’d say no? Was Chris Jericho worried that she wouldn’t want him?

“I… want to.” She whispered it, couldn’t say it too loud, but she managed to push the words out somehow.

A smile spread over his face as he pushed his sunglasses up into his hair. It was that same celebratory grin he wore whenever the world was turning in his favor; when thousands upon thousands of people chanted the phrases he spoke. “Ohhh princess,” he chuckled breathy in a lower tone, licking his lips and letting his eyes drop purposely slow down every round curve of her body. He leaned in, careful not to bump her into the world championship belt, and lowered his mouth softly against hers. Sarah found herself naturally pressing up on her toes so she could deepen their kiss, pursing her lips. Jericho pushed his tongue along hers and groaned as he did. The sound of it rumbling in his throat tightened the muscles in her lower abdomen and made her shift her weight, pressing and squishing the fat of her thighs together.

“Heh,” he pulled away slowly and stared down at her. His fingers slipped up and down the back of her arm, raising goosebumps where he touched. As if unable to keep himself from her, Jericho leaned in again, one hand steadying the belt and keeping it on his shoulder as he pressed his nose into her hair and littered quick, soft teasing kisses warmly on the sensitive skin of her neck. He spoke low, whispering promises as his free hand pinched into the fat over her hip. “Mmm baby… daddy can’t wait to spoil you… I’m going to buy you the world.”

“God…” she whimpered, eyes wanting to roll. Her fingers bent at her sides, desperate to touch him, to grab him and pull her hard against her. She refrained, but just barely. This was pornographic perfection and they hadn’t even done anything yet. It had to be some sort of dream or something, because real life couldn’t be like this.

“You can just call me daddy, princess. No need to call me a god.” He said as he pulled away from her, mouth spread in that trademark conceited grin of his. It was the one that said he knew exactly what a shit he was being. It was the one that said he knew he could get away with being a shit because he was who he was. “Now,” he said, straightening and shifting the weight of the belt more comfortable on his shoulder. He wore the strap with such comfortability, like an extension of his arm. A piece of himself. “We need to get you to wardrobe and make-up. Come on.”

Jericho turned, hand settling on her arm, fingers gently pinching her arm. He guided her alongside him and didn’t break stride, even when her confusion caused her to stumble a bit.

“Wait- Wardrobe? Make-up? Why?”

“Baby,” Jericho tilted his head and glanced down at her, sunglasses still pushed up into his hair so his blue eyes could be hers. “You’ve got new status now and daddy wants to make sure the whole world knows it. You can’t come out with me and the Inner Circle in your company clothes.”

“C-come out with you? Like… on live… television?”

“Princess,” he laughed gently, not mocking, “if you really don’t feel comfortable, you don’t have to. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do - hey-” he reached out and stopped her in the hallway, turning to face her. “I need you to understand sweetheart… anything that makes you uncomfortable, you need to tell me, okay? I want to show you off, but if you don’t like that, you don’t have to.”

Sarah barely felt like she could breathe for a minute, touched by the concern written sincere across his face. She hadn’t… expected that. But then again, he was so good to those who were closest to him, should she be so surprised? She was, essentially, a part of Jericho’s Inner Circle now, and she saw how much he touted the greatness he saw in every member of his faction.

“I… want to.” She decided, nodding and looking up at him, nervous but excited smile pushing into her soft, round cheeks.

He lit up with what appeared to be genuine happiness, and Sarah’s heart lifted. She had a feeling being his sugar baby wasn’t going to be hard at all, because she genuinely enjoyed doing things that made him happy. She liked to think of herself as the one person Chris Jericho wanted enough and cared for enough that it’d keep his eyes and make him want to spend what he earned on her. Only the best for a man like Chris Jericho, and he wanted her.

“Then come on princess, let’s get a taste of all the ways daddy is going to spoil you.” He said, playfully slipping his fingers down the large curve of her ass and pinching into the ample fat there. She squeaked in surprise and jumped a little, making him laugh and smacked his palm against it. The clap bounced around the narrow cement walls of the hallway as he rubbed his hand gently over where it’d stung. His fingers curled and squeezed into the fat and then released, finally pulling away.

“Daddy’s going to have so much fun with you,” he said with a chuckle, “I’m having trouble keeping my hands off you”

She ducked her head, cheeks warming again, and laughed. Her dazed gaze reached his handsome profile. “I can’t wait until you don’t have to keep them off me, daddy.” She managed to say it, though it took a second longer than a natural flow to a conversation. He didn’t seem to mind the hesitation, eyes jerking to her face and smile twitching over his lips. To hear her call him daddy seemed to have an instant effect, a damn near magnetized pull.

“This is going to be the longest show of my whole damn career, isn’t it?” He asked as they neared the doorway with the printed paper sign slipped in a clear plastic sheet protector that read: WARDROBE. He reached for the door handle and ran his eyes shamelessly again up and down her curved figure. “All I’m going to be thinking about tonight is all the ways I’m going to get you to say, ‘thank you daddy’ afterwards and how many times I’m going to get you to say it.”

She couldn’t find sense to respond - she was breathless, dizzy, mind running wild with all the dirty thoughts he must have in mind and how badly she wanted him - he winked and pushed the door handle open, holding it for her before he nodded for her to step inside. “Come on princess, let’s get you ready. Daddy wants to show his sugar baby off to the whole damn world.”

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ariadcalfine · 5 years ago

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About EndHawks and DabiHawks - and other BNHA ramblings

Heeeeeyy

The lockdown/quarantine due to coronavirus had given me time to rewatch HQ seasons 1 to 3, as well as to fully catch up on BNHA. I stopped watching the anime at season 2... episode 15 I think? When Deku started his internship at Gran Torino’s place? At that time, that was the latest episode available. And after watching that episode, I went on to read the manga... the latest released chapter at that time might have been Bakugou’s kidnapping. Anyways, now I had finished watching season 4, and read the latest released manga chapter of 271.

In the early days of BNHA, my favourite character was (and I think still is) Todoroki Shouto. Because he’s an ikemen, surely (laughs) but also because I’ve always found the Todoroki family drama somewhat more interesting than the fighting against LOV. I’m glad that the plot is getting more intricate - that LOV isn’t a one-dimensional antagonist and the story goes deeper on things fundamentally wrong in BNHA’s setting (be it morally grey HPSC, ranking heroes and treating them like celebrities, discrimination on villain-like quirks or quirklessness, and so on) - but the Todoroki family drama still holds a bright candle in my heart. So of course I fully jumped into the ship that was ‘Dabi is Todoroki Touya’ theory.

Even when I wasn’t watching canon BNHA, I still stayed in the fringes of the fandom. I saw it shifted from ‘TodoDeku is life!’ to ‘BakuDeku for the win!’ and kinda got on board with BKDK even. Still finds TDDK sweet and fluffy and such a balm to the kokoro, but the dynamism of BKDK endears me too. The fandom also had a way of portraying Kacchan as less of a jerk and more a Tsundere Pomeranian. As the manga went along, glad that Kacchan is shown to have a depth of emotions but was misguided and could not really express himself well.

MOVING ON to Hawks. I like his character design, and seriously Kadeart’s Hawks as well as other fanartists’ drawings of Hawks just made me love the guy more. Casting Yuuichi Nakamura was just... pure gold. Perfect fit for ‘secretly intelligent lazy boy’ too-cool-for-school persona. Just... Kuroo Tetsurou all over again.

When I was watching the end of S4, of course I noticed Hawks was a huge Endeavor fan, and in my mind I thought, ‘uh-oh, the fandom is sure gonna ship that...’ with some queasiness. Sure enough, the fandom does. I notice in particular the Japanese fandom is more on board. There are only 4 DabiHawks doujinshi titles in Toranoana today but 36 EndHawks titles. #荼毘ホー (DabiHawks) tag in Pixiv also only yielded 2 pages of search results, compared to 7 pages of #炎ホー (EndHawks) tag. The Japanese fandom has a history of being more accepting of a ship with big age difference - case in point, ReigenMob / MobReigen from MP100 (Western fandom is more comfortable with SeriRei).

Daddy kink doesn’t really appeal all that much to me. And I admit the size difference is hot, but InaShou fulfills the kink better in my opinion. However, age difference is not really the source of my queasiness.

It’s Endeavor’s history of domestic abuse.

I love a good Endeavor-redemption fic. The two that I’m following now are:

1) The Return Of Superman by kummibear

2) Where your love has always been enough (for me) by classicequinox

I suppose I’ll feel more at ease with EndHawks only after Endeavor fully makes amends for his wrongdoings and goes public with them. Whether he has to serve time or can just pay damages doesn’t really matter to me. Only after he has closure with Rei, Natsuo, Shouto and Touya (if he’s Dabi), can he move on to a relationship with Hawks. It’s only fair for Hawks as well.

Sure, Dabi is a villain that canonically has kidnapped a teenager and killed people by burning them. He is not a good person. But 1) I don’t think he’s mentally all that sane, 2) his crimes are public knowledge and if he’s caught, he will have to serve time (either in Tartarus or maximum security rehab facility). Why I need Endeavor to go public with his abuse is because right now the populace doesn’t really know about the abuse and Endeavor continues to be lauded as Number 1 Hero. That doesn’t sit right with me.

I also don’t really like fics where Dabi is being rough or abusive to Hawks. I prefer HawksDabi to DabiHawks, actually. I don’t like fics where Hawks is uke-fied because the HPSC abused him too much. Both Touya and Hawks are victims of abuse, true... but they deserve to be portrayed as complex human beings who are strong enough.

I’m guilty of viewing ‘bad guy’ character in a sympathetic light because I want an antagonist character to turn good (case in point, Harry Potter’s Draco Malfoy; HPDM is my OTP). Besides, if Endeavor deserves a redemption arc, why not Dabi?

(Erm, Shigaraki and AFO are another matter tho. It’s like... nobody quite expects Voldemort to be redeemed.)

All of the above being said, I don’t think I will invest time in reading a good, healthy slow-burn EndHawks. It’s just not my OTP. Of course, I will not crash EndHawks’ fanfics or fanarts just to say EndHawks is ‘bad’ or ‘disgusting’.

Shipping has always been: to each, his own. Let’s just stay out of each other’s way and have polite communication if we do cross path.

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tfwhynoy · 5 years ago

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Hmmm, could we get some not poly Chromedome being naughty with a reader human *wink* *wink*

Sorry, I tried really hard to make this gender-neutral but I’m not good at gender-neutral smut. I mean since when I read “pussy” or “cunt” it ruins the mood so it could kinda be read as gender-neutral but probably not since it has heavily implied vagina. I’m fine with writing one or the other but when trying to write with both in mind words don’t fit very well.

Back on Earth, you had never thought yourself as someone with a robot kink. But back on Earth, you had also never seen all but about three of the Lost Light crew members and even then it was just on Tv.

You also didn’t know that cybertronians could even fuck each other let alone humans. You had definitely given a passing thought or two and even some digging for their equivalent of porn but only found weird rule 34 stuff back home. On the Lost Light, you could easily search and find what you were looking for on the Cybertronian internet and it was violent and had far fewer issues than the porn industry back on Earth. The idea of a dick larger than you made the idea of actually fucking a cybertronian a little terrifying though. The last thing you needed was “crushed by spike” or “drowned in a valve” as your cause of death on your death certificate.

It’s when you were more than a little buzzed at Swerve’s while hanging out with Chromedome that he reminded you that mass displacement and holo forms were both probable solutions to this problem. He had been flirty about it the whole time and while you would have certainly loved to get fucked at the moment you were both still rather drunk. You two agreed it’d be better to wait till the day after and, provided neither of you had bad hangovers and both were still interested, experiment as much as you two wanted.

In the morning after you showered and ate you decided to text him to see if Chromedome was still good with the arrangement. A quick message back saying he was getting Brainstorm’s displacement gun and that he was on his way and you were left waiting in your own room.

You had seen enough in your own research that you knew what to expect but seeing videos still isn’t the same thing as a first-hand experience. Plus who knows what Chromedome knows of the human body. Would he be disappointed that you only had one set instead of both?

The sound of the door sliding open broke through your thoughts. You naturally looked up expecting someone of the usual height around the ship only to realize it was Chromedome.

With a chuckle, you looked down and was met with Chromedome who was much shorter than normal but still big by human standards.

“Damn, even when you shrink yourself you still tower over me.” Chromedome was still a good three head taller and even excluding the tires he still had one of the broadest silhouettes you’ve seen.

“What, am I still too much for you to handle? I’d go back to get smaller but I think Brainstorm would ask to join in too.” You could damn near hear the smirk in his voice as he leaned down towards you. “Unless you’d be interested in that sort of thing?”

With Chromedome so much smaller than usual and so damn close you could properly look at him all at once. It sent a heat between your thighs as you spoke. “Na, I think inviting one cybertronian into my bed is plenty today.”

You pulled him by the servo towards your bed. You’d rather not experience the closest you’ve been to being literally between a rock and a hard place by avoiding fucking on the floor. The bed had already been prepared with a disposable pair of sheets and all other bedding removed just in case.

To your surprise, it appeared that Chromedome was, in fact, a bottom as he took the opportunity to lay so he was slouching against the headboard and spread his legs wide apart.

You removed your shirt and pants quickly since Cybertronian didn’t have a sense of clothing you figured a striptease wouldn’t be as fun as just getting down to business. As you removed the last of your clothes you heard Chromedome give a soft hum as his interface panel shifted away.

You looked at his fully pressurized spike a soaking wet valve with a small chuckle. “Oh, have you been thinking about me all day?” You placed yourself between his legs, arousal dripping from yourself at such a beautiful display.

“Couldn’t stop thinking since I left Swerve’s. Doesn’t help we don’t sleep as much as humans.”

You ran your thumb from valve to his exterior node and began to rub in slow circles as you spoke back. “So much time to fantasize. Mind sharing?”

Chromedome vented sharply as you gave an experimental lick to the head of his spike. He tasted metallic and left a slight tingling of electricity on your tongue for a moment.

“I don’t know how accurate I was with how human work or look. I know for sure I didn’t know you were so fuzzy between your legs and yet it just adds to your strange alien charm.” He began to pull at the bedsheets as you wrapped your lips around the head of his spike. Lazy you dragged your tongue across what was in your mouth and sucked slightly. you placed a hand on his hip as you remove your thumb from his node pressed two fingers into his already dripping valve with the same hand. You pushed in and out in time with your tongue for a moment before adjusting yourself to take more of his spike into your mouth. You pressed another finger into his valve and began to move faster. Chromedome gripped harder at the sheet as he tried not to buck back into your mouth. You could hear a slight static noise seep into his vocalizer with each new moan you got from his.

Watching Chromedome shudder and moan at your actions you come to remember your own unattended needs.

Chromedome lets out a frustrated whine at the loss of contact when you remove your hands and pull away from his spike. You ignore him as you begin to position yourself over his spike. He quiets down as you slowly sink down on his spike and lets out a small succession of shaky gasps. He’s definitely large and you have to pause occasionally to adjust. It probably would have been a good idea to properly stretch yourself but it’s a bit late for this.

As Chromedome’s spike is fully hilted into you he moves his servos to your hips for support. You move up slowly at first but begin to pick up the pace. Not a moment later and Chromedome’s servos begin to actively push you up and pull you down as he thrusts into you. You gasp as he rubs up against a spot within you and you have press your face into the crevice of his neck to muffle your moans. Chromedome places his faceplate and hums softly as he hums into your neck; the equivalent of a kiss for someone who didn’t have a mouth.

Chromedome lets out a low moan as he quickened his pace. You cried and held on as tight as you could to his shoulders. He tightened his grip on your hips as his movement became more erratic.

You came with a struggled cry as you clenched around his spike. He came with one final thrust. You had already been so full and it became uncomfortable as his trans fluid gushed into you. You squirmed slightly and Chromedome pulled out before you could ask. His transfluid dribbled from your entrance and pooled onto the sheets beneath you.

Your voice was soft as your breathing returned to normal. “Give me like ten minutes and I’ll be ready to experiment again.”

Chromedome chuckled. “I’d enjoy that.”

#mtmte #more than meets the eye #chromedome #mtmte chromedome #nws #valveplug #x reader #reader insert #my writings

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lixmyg · 6 years ago

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rough anal & pet names—yuwin

THIS WAS A DIFFERENT SHIP BEFORE SO SORRY IF THE CHARACTERS DON’T FIT AS MUCH

→ angst, fluff, smut, dom sub relationship, praise kink, pet name kink?, slight kitten kink, slight hyung kink, slight edgeplay

description: yuta’s in love with sicheng when he doesn’t want to be. sicheng’s really touchy with their friends and it gets on yuta’s nerves, being the possessive fellow he is, but he never acts on it. one day, sicheng gets home seemingly drunk. yuta takes care him and it’s later realized--through some yelling and maybe a make out session--that sicheng isn’t actually drunk but just wants yuta to take care of him and pay attention to him like when they first started living together. sex ensues.

yuta and sicheng have lived with each other for three years so far. the first year, yuta treated sicheng like his baby and god did he love it. but after awhile, yuta distanced himself. he was grouchy whenever they hung out with the guys and when it was just them, he was easily irritable and hated when sicheng touched him.

sicheng thought yuta had started to hate him. doyoung and taeyong assured him that wasn’t it, but sometimes it really gets to him. he missed when yuta would take care of him. soon, sicheng acted grouchy right back to yuta. not mean and not pushing him away, just sassy and snarky. jisung once commented that they were like a old married couple, to which the both snapped at.

so here they were, yuta, lucas, jungwoo, taeil, and sicheng sitting in lucas and jungwoo’s shared apartment. yuta, lucas and jungwoo were on the long couch in front of the tv while sicheng and taeil were cuddled on the love seat to the right of the couch. they were watching some show yuta didn’t bother to care about, only watching the two on the love seat giggle and whisper to each other. the roommates made eye contact, sicheng starting to glare over taeil’s shoulder before focusing his attention back to the ravenette.

yuta silently fumed, deciding it was better to leave than sit though this, “i think i’m gonna head home. maybe get a headstart on cleaning since you know who doesn’t clean.”

it was a lie, the apartment was oddly clean for the fact two young guys lived there. sicheng recognised that, and yes was a bit worried on why, but only waved bye with the rest of the group.

“text us when you get home.” jungwoo said. yuta nodded and headed out, walking to his apartment which was only ten minutes away.

yuta was pretty pissed. he felt like he had no right to be but god was he absolutely pissed. it was almost as if sicheng was teasing him, hoping to just get him to his breaking point. and god did that make yuta want to put him in his place.

but he can’t. cause sicheng doesn’t like him like that. so he has to stop himself from getting too attached. not that anything’s really helped, yuta’s still as head over heels as when he first developed his crush on sicheng. heart still flutters at his smile, breath still hitches when too much of his beautiful pale skin is on display.

maybe it's a bit much to cut sicheng off, but the other seemed to be as rash yuta.

that much was clear when the younger was knocking and kicking the front door of the apartment, shouting through the door, “yuta! yuuu better open the damn door! i’m flippin--”

“cheng, jesus, be quiet. are you drunk or something?”

the boy in questions cheeks were read and he looked a little dazed, yuta’s accusation was totally justified. but in actuality, sicheng had planned to burst through the door and make yuta explain to him why he’s become such an asshole and maybe lay a sweet kiss on him.

yuta’s look of worry and concern completely ridded that plan out the window, sicheng nodding slowly.

the older hefted the younger up quickly moving him to the couch, kicking the front door closed and locking it. he ran to get some water, not knowing how to handle drunkenness. he doesn’t drink all that often.

so for the next hour yuta just nurtured sicheng as if he were a kid. he sat with him on the couch and got anything he asked for. all yuta was really waiting for was for him to fall asleep.

weirdly, unlike most drunks, sicheng didn’t fall asleep after laying down for a while. he didn’t even slur his speech, he spoke in clear unwavering sentences. when yuta thought about it, sicheng may not even be drunk. he didn’t even smell the slightest bit of alcohol on his breath.

“sicheng, are you even drunk?”

“what?” sicheng’s heart dropped. he was enjoying the nice moment with yuta, but he was scared yuta would get mad if he wasn’t.

“are. you. drunk.” he accentuated each word. the other didn’t reply.

“seriously, hyuk.” yuta huffed, getting up, “stop with these annoying ass games already.”

sicheng scoffed, “yeh, like you’re one to talk. you think i’m playing annoying ass games? what about you asshole, is it fun to push your best friend away or something? huh?”

yuta stopped heading to his room, biting the inside of cheek and turning back to face sicheng, “i am not pushing you away.”

“bullshit!” sicheng laughed sarcastically, taking steps toward yuta, “just tell me, what the fuck is it? if you don’t like me just tell me--”

“that's not it,” yuta's voice wavered, fists clenching at his sides, getting frustrated with the obviously upset sicheng.

“well then isn’t there something you’d like to share with me, yuty poo.” the other pushed, now right infront of his hyung.

yuta rolled his eyes, “it's not that i don't like you, its that i do. in a way you don’t.”

“why the fuck do you think i don’t?”

sicheng looked like he wanted to rip his hair out and yuta looked like his whole world twisted.

“you--you--”

“you’re so fucking slow! yes i like you too! and yes i want you to fuck me too! it’s been obvious since we moved in with each other! why do you think i’m all over taeil in front of you!” hyuk continued rambling about all the things that made it so obvious that yuta liked him and that he liked him back and how slow yuta was.

after the younger finished ranting and was breathing heavily, yuta spoke slowly.

“you, you like me?”

sicheng let out a small chuckle of disbelief. he simply pulled the other into a kiss. heavy and sweet, a wide hand slowly sweeping from the small of sicheng’s back into his hair, tugging lightly.

“yeh, i do dipshit.”

yuta grinned, “and i can fuck you?”

“god, please do.” sicheng whined, slipping his thigh between yutas, who only raised an eyebrow, pulling on the tuft of hair he had a hold on, sicheng dropping his leg quickly.

“it hasn’t even been a minute and you’re already so desperate, huh?” yuta whispered against sicheng’s jaw nibbling and kissing here and there, “want me to fuck you that bad?”

“jesus fuck, yes! please, i’ll be good i promise.”

“your room or mine, pretty boy?” yuta asked, sicheng keening at the pet name.

“m-mine.”

the younger jumped and wrapped his legs around the older, being carried to his room, lips connected.

sicheng was placed gently on the bed, yuta grabbing his chin, making him look each other in the eye, “are you sure you want this baby? we can stop--”

“no, no, i want this. please, wanted it for so long.”

yuta nodded, comfortable with his sicheng’s consent, “strip then. where’s your lube?”

sicheng flushed, taken a bit aback with his shirt caught over his head.

“there’s literally a strawberry vibrator on your bedside table, babe.” yuta chuckled helping the boy with his shirt, noticing the bottle of lube next to the toy.

“strawberry kiwi? do you have a thing for strawberries, sicheng?” he teased, grabbing the bottle and striding over to his pretty partner.

sicheng’s clothes were scattered on the floor, completely bare naked on his sheets with yuta blatantly admiring the skinny, pale, beautiful boy.

“god you’re so pretty baby,” yuta praised, sicheng’s dick visibly twitching at the words.

a hand crawled up the tan boy’s thighs, feeling around till they hovered over where sicheng needed it most, “you like being called pretty? like being praised and told what a good boy you are?”

sicheng nodded, whining at the lack of contact, “please hyung! please, w-wanna come.”

“i haven’t even touched you yet, kitten.” yuta ignored the twitch of the youngers dick, coting two fingers in lube and sticking them in slowly. as expected, they slipped in easily.

“a-ah, don’t need it. just need you, hyung, please. i’m already--” yuta suddenly started rubbing against the inside of sicheng’s velvety walls, searching and finding his sensitive places. especially that particular bundle of nerves hyuk’s fingers were never long enough to reach.

“god fuck! yuta gonna cu--”

“don’t.”

sicheng could’ve cum right then and there if it weren’t for yuta pulling his fingers out quickly, replacing the tight coil in his stomach with an empty wonton feeling.

“yuta, what the fu--”

yuta only stared, as if telling sicheng to shut up or else.

“i thought you were gonna be a good boy for me kitten? or do you just wanna cum? are you my good boy or are you just a brat?”

the younger shook his head quickly, “i’m a good boy. your good boy.”

“what a good baby,” yuta muttered, kissing his way up from sicheng’s pelvis bone to his collarbone where he littered hickey’s and left sicheng to grind up into the roughness of his jeans to get off.

sicheng rutted up onto the others clothed thigh with so much desperation he almost came in a matter of minutes, yuta playing with his nipples and suckling at his pulse not helping.

“y-yuta.” he stuttered out in warning, his ruts more feverish until they were cut off completely, yuta and his stupid big hands holding his hips to the bed and preventing hyuk from any friction.

sicheng wanted to cry. he’s never been deprived of an orgasam, let alone twice buy the same guy with the same cocky smirk.

“please please yuta i’ve been good,” sicheng all but begged, “please fuck me, please.”

it pissed sicheng off but god was he turned on. he laid completely naked, vulnerable to everything yuta did. yuta was fully clothed too, using sicheng like a pretty toy, with pretty names like good boy, and baby, and best of all kitten. he wanted yuta to fuck him raw, rough, but not forgetting to call him kitten.

and that's exactly what yuta did. he lowered his trousers just enough whip out his dick, sicheng giddy at the sight, incoherent “please” and “fuck, yes” spilling from his lips as yuta lined up, entering slowly to sicheng’s dismay.

once yuta bottomed out, he shot sicheng a shit eating grin as he pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, thrusting hard and quick, hitting all the sensitive spots he’d found before with his fingers.

sicheng withered beneath him, clawing at yutas shoulder blades as he let out porn worthy moans, his breath hitching when yuta hit his prostate and hips stuttered when the coil in his stomach quickly unwound in white stripes against yutas clothed stomach.

“you did so well kitten,” yuta kissed the top of sicheng’s head, “you’ll be a good boy and let hyung finish, right kitten?”

“y-yes.” he managed through the overstimulation, thighs shaking and lips constantly parted with a silent beautiful moan.

the visual stimulation of sicheng’s fucked out face, shining with sweat and the afterglow of sex was enough for him to come, pulling out and stroking himself to orgasm, coming all over sicheng’s chest.

the two took a moment to catch their breaths, silent before sicheng spoke.

“i didn’t know you were so kinky, kitten.”

“i had a feeling about you though, hyung.”

“seriously though, a strawberry vibrator? c-can i see you use it?”

“let's save that for next time.”

#yuwin #nct #yuta #sicheng #THIS IS SMUT #smut #angst

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theroguesharlequin · 6 years ago

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Oh lala~ What do we even call this ship? Thoughts? Just go with coldflashray? I don’t want the Rays getting confused XD (I understand Mick’s pain)

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Leo and Ray are married couple of writers always in search of new inspiration for their books. Much of which are very adult in nature.

They are also owners of a book shop and an adult novelty store, and they have a favorite customer.

Barry Allen is a sweet and adorably anxious collage student who trips over himself every time Leo looks at him too long or talks to him about the latest shipment of books.

The sweetheart had the cutest and worst hidden crestfallen expression when he found out Leo was married.

Barry was equally disappointed when the handsome and gentle dom who owned the adult novelty and education store next door was also married. He had such rotten luck.

Or at least that’s what he thought.

It hadn’t occurred to him that they were married to each other, both were equally kind, smart, and bright but the way they presented themselves were so different.

That’s what he thought until they both propositioned him at a dinner party being held in the joined room at the back of the two stores. Apparently they liked holding parties for the local S&M and kinkster community. A party that was definitely turning out to be more risqué than he’d been led to believe when he had accepted the invite.

Why he had accepted the invite in the first place was beyond him. But despite the mistaken knowledge that he didn’t have a chance, they were still his friends. And he just liked to torture himself he guessed.

Something the dominant couple had apparently taken note of.

Which led to where he was now, at their upstairs apartment above their shops the following weekend of the party. After a long week of serious talks, medical screenings, and new personal hygiene regimes, Barry was finally ready to take the next step forward.

If he could just summon the courage to knock.

Barry chewed his lip worriedly and stared down at his outfit, wondering if he should go back home and change for the umpteenth time. It was what they had requested of him: something red, something cute, and something he felt comfortable in.

The soft and comfortable red and black plaid dress he wore over pitch black panty hose and shortshorts with converse definitely met the requirements. But should he have gone sexier? Or was this too much for an official first scene? Should he have worn the nice satin button down and skinny jeans with pumps?

He probably would have either debated another hour or gone home if the door hadn’t opened and Barry’s mind stalled out.

“Are you ready to come in Barry? You look very nice today.”

“Young boys like you should have better manners than to keep others waiting. But we can work on your manners later.”

It wasn’t bondage gear, leather, or lingerie but what they were wearing was enough to have him swaying forward the moment they crooked a finger.

Boots, gloves, slacks, dress shirts, and waistcoats. They were dressed like the finest gentleman Barry had ever seen and he wanted them to treat him like anything but.

“Ah, ah. Let’s get you comfortable before you start kneeling, Barry,” Leo scolded gently, a gloved hand gripping his arm and guiding him inside. Ray’s hand joined Leo’s, settling at the small of his back.

Barry hadn’t realized he hadn’t started to sink to his knees right there in the doorway until they had caught him.

“I’m sorry I’m late and I’m so sorry I almos-”

“It’s alright, Barry,” Leo reassured him. “We know you don’t have much hands on experience, there’s plenty of room for missteps on your part. Just let us lead and you’ll be just fine.”

“Your apologies are accepted, don’t worry about it now,” Ray smiled at him. “You don’t have to worry about anything. You’re all ours tonight. Everything that’s yours is ours. That includes things like anxiety. Now that you’re here with us, every worry, every flaw, and more is all ours. You have no other responsibility beyond being good for us.”

“Not a one,” Leo agreed.

Barry finally relaxed and melted as sweetly as white chocolate for them. “Okay.”

“Good. You look perfect tonight. Can we see what all you’re wearing, sweetheart?” Ray sat them down on a chair, handing Barry a cup of hot cocoa with cinnamon.

Barry nodded and leaned back into the couch, sipping his drink and being careful not to spill, as they worked open the buttons of his dress one at a time until they could pull it wide.

He spread his thighs a bit so they could take him in better, a flush of pride settling over his pale skin at their stares.

Black hose thigh highs, black sheer boyshorts with red lace trimmings and a little bow that did nothing to hide the red chastity cage fitted snuggly around his cock, and a red sheer teddie with black ribbons lacing through it.

“Absolutely stunning,” Leo praised.

Ray nodded in agreement and rubbed a hand alongside Barry’s jawline affectionately. “We couldn’t have chosen better ourselves.”

He beamed at the praise. “I’m happy you like it. I wasn’t sure. I didn’t know if it really suited me…”

“Can’t imagine it looking better on anyone else,” Leo kissed his cheek. “We really appreciate your effort. And you’re still wearing your cage even though we sent you the keys yesterday. Such a sweet boy.”

“Why don’t we get these off,” Ray leaned down and started unlacing Barry’s shoes and tugging them off. He placed them neatly beneath the coffee table. “We can talk while you finish your cocoa. It’s a bit a chilly out, you really should have worn a coat.” He rubbed his warm hands over Barry’s bare arms with a frown, feeling how cold they were.

“One definitely needs to be careful,” Leo leaned offer and gentle bit the tip of Barry’s nose. “Don’t want Jack Frost nipping at you.”

Both Barry and Ray groaned. Leo’s overt fondness for puns, especially temperature related ones, were infamous.

“How were your last exams? Did we do well?” Ray asked.

Barry was brimming with pride. “Top five of my class. Thank you both for all of your help.” He pecked them on the lips.

They talked more about school, Barry’s upcoming internship, Leo’s new order of books coming in tomorrow, and the bdsm event at one of the clubs Ray would be sponsoring next week.

Any and all nervousness Barry had about their upcoming scene vanished with the last few drops of his cocoa.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Leo guided him to his feet. Ray pulled his dress free of his shoulders and folded it to lay on the coffee table before leaving them to make last minute preparations.

“How are you feeling? Did you enjoy your cocoa?” Leo prodded.

“Much better and yes, Leo, thank you,” Barry replied contentedly.

“Good,” he kissed his forehead. “Now, you remember your scene checks?”

“Status and Cease,” Barry said without hesitation. “Status is to check how I’m doing, to which I’ll reply with either ‘green’, ‘yellow’, ‘orange’. Green is good, yellow is edging, orange is caution to ease or slow down when things start to border red. My safeword represents red, which means to Cease. If unable to speak, previously discussed hand signals will be used for a simple yes or no. A failure to respond after three seconds of an issued Status request will result in an immediate Cease. Cease is when the scene is brought to an end.”

Leo nodded as he spoke. “Very good, Barry, you’re doing so well. What is your safe word and safety signal?”

“My safe word is ‘book’,” he held up two fingers in a salute. “This is my signal.”

Leo leaned in and kissed him, slow and soft. When he pulled away, Barry wore a dazed expression.

“You’re the best boy we could ask for,” Leo smiled as Barry swayed just a little at his compliment. Their sweetheart had a praise kink a mile long.

“Ready,” came a call from the library.

Why a bookstore owner needed a home library in the first place baffled most, but they made good use of it aside from only reading. It doubled as their scene room, leaving less of a mess to take care of than if it all took place on the bed, which they would need clean for afterwards.

“Wait here and come when you’re called,” Leo kissed his forehead once more before disappearing off into the other room.

Barry stood swaying in place, his head already going to that safe warm place in his head just from a few praises and being doted on. His knees shook a little when wondered how high they would take him by the end of the night.

“Here, boy.”

He obeyed.

#coldflash #leo snart #barry allen #ray terrill #coldflashray #flash fic

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winterironbang · 4 years ago

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Second round of Claims

I’ve had one or two people express interest in a second round of claims and so I’m reopening the claims now!

Take a good look and pick 2-3 favourites and remember their Title for when claiming does begin.

If you’d like to check out the art click here for the google doc

Title: Kissing under the fireworks

Description/Prompt: what it says on the tin. Kissing under the fireworks.

Warnings: None

Limitations: No unhappy/ambiguous ending, no alcoholism (but recovery or past mentions are fine), no watersports (kink)

Title: welcome back / welcome home

Description/Prompt: Bucky pulls Tony into a bone crushing hug, extremely relieved that Tony is back home and alive. Bucky doesn't plan to let him go, ever again.

Warnings: None

Limitations: No unhappy/ambiguous ending, no alcoholism (but recovery or past mentions are fine), no watersports (kink)

Title: 19th century AU

Prompt: 19th century-vibes AU (or can be Bridgerton AU), with behaving one way in private and another way in public to save face, love, and searching for one's freedom. (Can be ABO or not)

Title: Sweethearts

Description/Prompt: Punk!Alpha!Bucky gets into a fight, not on purpose - this time - and while he does win, he gets beaten badly.

He tries to walk it off, but he runs into his Omega classmate Tony who is heading home from a late night lab-session.

Tony sees him and is very adamant to treat Bucky's injuries - he lets slip by accident a couple of details about Bucky, showcasing that he pays more attention to Bucky than a "proper" Omega should.

Tony patches Bucky up, and they fall asleep on the couch, Bucky relaxing after a long while.

They end up becoming friends and Tony offers to tutor Bucky.

They end up falling in love with Tony, and Bucky stops skipping class and getting into so many fights. Though Tony patches him up, every single time.

In the end Bucky's grades improve enough that he finishes in the Top 10 of the class.

Warnings: none

Limitations: No unhappy/ambiguous ending, no alcoholism (but recovery or past mentions are fine), no watersports (kink)

Title: Iron Man Noir AU

Prompt: Iron Man Noir AU with influences from Spider-Man Noir. It is 1939, Tony Stark is undercover in Berlin in his hidden Cabaret, to gather intel, and help where help is needed.

(These are just some ideas for Bucky, if you have others, let's talk! Bucky could be MCU-inspired or comic-inspired, or a mix or something else.)

Limitations: noncon between Bucky and Tony, MCD, ABO, D/s verse (a normal universe with a D/s relationship is fine though), eye gore, eye things in general, unhappy ending, pwp, smoking except pipes.

Title: BDSM AU

Warnings: BDSM, Rope play and I guess other kind of kinks if they get included.

Limitations: No unhappy/ambiguous ending, no alcoholism (but recovery or past mentions are fine), no watersports (kink)

Title: Sea AU

Description/Prompt: Siren/Mermaid Tony and Sailor/Pirate/Privateer!Bucky - Tony visits his land bound lover, Bucky.

This one is open verse, I have already listed couple of options for them, but feel free to change that.

The world can be dark - Siren!Tony attracts unsuspecting ships (and sailors) to their death. Either by Bucky's sword or by shipwrecking them.

Could be angst - ala Little Mermaid style (original or Disney version) or a completely new one

Could be fluff - Tony and Bucky deeply in love, where in the end Bucky follows Prince Tony into the depths of the ocean, never to be seen again by human eyes.

Or any other combinations! Go wild!

Warnings: None, I would say

Limitations: No unhappy/ambiguous ending, no alcoholism (but recovery or past mentions are fine), no watersports (kink)

Title: Vampire Bucky

Prompt: Vampire Bucky AU with Bucky. How does Tony find him like this? Let’s brainstorm together.

A/N: It's still very sketchy, total WIP.

Title: Knight in shining armour

Description/Prompt: The Winter soldier is pulled from a burning HYDRA base by IronMan.

Open verse, it could be that Bucky is slowly methodically taking his revenge on HYDRA, and everytime he is injured IronMan comes and rescues him, but Bucky never stays, all the way until the end.

Or maybe Bucky was kidnapped and wiped, and IronMan wiped out the HYDRA base in revenge and now he is taking Bucky home.

Maybe IronMan finds HYDRA during Avengers one and decides to do some recon on his own and comes face to face with Bucky Barnes.

There are sooo many possibilities!

(While the IronMan armour is intended to be the Bleeding Edge armour, this can be changed)

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort? Possibly darker themes

Limitations: No unhappy/ambiguous ending, no alcoholism (but recovery or past mentions are fine), no watersports (kink)

Title: Dragon Shifter AU

Limitations: no A/B/O, no Civl War salt, no non-con between bucky/ tony, no mpreg

A/N: This art is purely self-indulgent. Anyone who wants to just have fun with the idea feel free to pick it up!

Title: Warlord Tony AU

For Bucky, you can go wild - whether he's part of a tribute, an enemy soldier, an assassin or something else. We're looking forward to talking about plot ideas!

Warnings: implied violence, blood

Limitations: no non-con between Tony/Bucky, no fully evil Tony, no MCD, no ABO, no mrpeg, no team cap bashing pls

Title: Alpine

Warnings: no kittens were harmed in the making of this prompt - none

Limitations: No unhappy/ambiguous ending, no alcoholism (but recovery or past mentions are fine), no watersports (kink)

Title: Late night dance lessons

Warnings: None

Limitations: No unhappy/ambiguous ending, no alcoholism (but recovery or past mentions are fine), no watersports (kink)

Title: Feats of Flexibility

This is escalated into more and more complicated and complex tasks ending in Tony sitting on Bucky's back while he is doing push ups, with his feet in the air

Poor Tony who only come down to keep in shape and tries valiantly to not stare at those feats of muscles and flexibility gets roped in

Can end in a kiss/confession or more sexy times *wink*

Warnings: None

Limitations: No unhappy/ambiguous ending, no alcoholism (but recovery or past mentions are fine), no watersports (kink)

Title: Untitled

Description/Prompt: Open to any ideas for some steampunk shenaniganry! Skyships, pirates, dashing captains, scrappy inventors, swash*buckly* adventures?

Warnings: none?

Limitations: DNWs include a/b/o, mpreg, noncon, dubcon between major protagonists, death of major protagonists, unhappy/ bad endings

Title: Fantasy Secret Identity AU

Description: Bucky standing in front of a wall plastered with posters of all sorts, among them some wanted posters, one for Iron Man, one for the Winter Soldier.

I'm always open for other ideas but am really hoping for some identity porn :D

Warnings: None

Limitations: no A/B/O, no mpreg, no CW salt, no MCD

A/N: I haven't inked most of the posters in order to leave the author some freedom for the AU they want to make - I'm open for suggestions about adding stuff in!

Title: Promise of the Desire to Live

Omega!Tony and Alpha!Bucky are sent to a Team Plasma lab with an egg incubator in the center of the room with two eggs in it. They take the eggs.

Warnings: Discussions of depression and suicidal thoughts

Title: Bunny Tony/ Wolf Bucky

Warnings: N/A

Limitations: Happy Ending, No Civil War, No AoU, No bathroom kinks, Prefer Team as family, Explicit welcome

A/N: The sketch will be colored and have at least one more piece featuring a Wolf Bucky. And maybe a shot of Tony's fluffy tail.

Title: Untitled 2

Description/Prompt: something based on the John Wick tailor scene or James Bond-Q outfitting or just general spies or mafia?

Open for brainstorming or alternate interpretations or anything really! Assassins/Spies not up your alley? image can be edited/background removed if your idea is for a non powers tailor au instead!

Warnings: canon typical violence for story (john wick levels or mcu levels up to author?)

Limitations: DNWs include a/b/o, mpreg, noncon, dubcon between major protagonists, death of major protagonists, unhappy/ bad endings

Title: Hold out your hand

If you want other input then I love tropes especially soulmate type situations and Bucky recovery fics, but pretty much any trope is good.

Warnings: NA

Limitations: Character death, age play (I am pretty much open to anything else, any rating is cool with me as is including smut or not)

Title: Porcelain and Metal or maybe a Toy au?

Warnings: N/A

Limitations: No unhappy endings. A bit of angst for the sake of the plot is fine. Non-consensual acts of any sorts is also a no

Title: Scheherazade AU

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Title: Mirror images

Both of them show how much they care about Tony, even if it's very very different from each other

Tony appreciates and loves both and absolutely can't decide between the two (nor does he want to because both are important to him) and it ends in polamory either a triangle or v-shaped

Warnings: N/A

Limitations: No unhappy/ambiguous ending, no alcoholism (but recovery or past mentions are fine), no watersports (kink)

Title: College au meet cute or something

Warning: N/A

Limitations: No unhappy endings. Bit of angst for the sake of plot is fine.

A/N: Will color and clean this up a bit. I'll also be willing to make more art for the story if ever.

#winteriron bang #winteriron reverse bang #winteriron #ironwinter #tony stark #Bucky Barnes #second round claims

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sunstvne0test · 2 years ago

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lottesseenaghoul · 7 years ago

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RE:169 quick thoughts before I go into rabbit hole of tg posts on tumbler (edited)

So I was expecting the scans to come out on Thursday but was surprised to see some fresh panels in the uta tag and FLIPPED.jpeg at my behavioural economics lecture. Honestly not the best place for getting a nosebleed xdd

Anyways here are some of hot takes I got from reading the chapter. More nuanced meta probably on its way. I read it on mangastream and I did screenshots there.

The chapter starts with the first part of Uta’s tattoo quote and ends with the second part, forming a sort of narrative framework to read it.

We jump straight into the fray, with contrasting shots of Yomo’s damn fine looking face and Uta’s there as well, clearly guided by very basic thinking and mostly intuitive, emotional impulses:

Like this is typical, stereotypical “unhinged” face people do in mangas. A mix of enthusiasm and bloodlust, it says this guy went “insane”. Ugh. Uta’s mental health warrants a LOT of unpacking nevertheless so let’s leave this face’ implications for later.

We glimpse their fight styles then:

Uta is on the offensive, honestly his is such forceful, visceral way of attacking here - straight up fuck up your opponent with the sheer force of your blow. He is shown to be a lot more nuanced and deliberate in previous fights, steering clear from attacking and content with evading the blows, dealing some psychological damage afterwards. But that is Uta just half-assedly toying - clearly he doesn’t stop himself with Yomo. The reasons can be manifold - that’s how they’ve always done it; he’s so pumped, he stops thinking and loses himself in pure bloodlust; he’s in a serious crisis - this is my preferred angle.

Now his fighting style, besides the raw strength behind it, is also quick and agile. In a second Uta gets behind Yomo, and tries to strike through his body mid-air. His face looks like this:

Very unstable.

Uta’s pupils are incredibly large here - again, a visual reminder how little conscious control he might have in this situation. OR how vicious his intents are.

My impression is that when he’s led by such murderous motivation (whatever its composing parts), Uta moves intuitively, we don’t see him playing around or allowing to be struck. Here he has the initiative but Yomo can so far fend off or otherwise deal with his attacks.

I’m honestly so thirsty for Yomo in this chapter, just look at this fine motherfucker:

{I’m interjecting to thank my lord satan for my pan-shipping, slutty heart because now UtaRen became another ship I love. Add in some Itori and you have another one. This one just keeps on giving <3}

Also Uta is so messy here, my baby all playful like a rabid hyena.

Despite all the refinements older Uta keeps about himself (suave clothing, neat hair, designer mask studio, antiques in glass cases, chess), he didn’t seem to have done much growing up, emotionally. Donato comments on it like that:

You just gotta love the fact that for most of the manga Uta keeps the facade of actually being the least reckless of the ghouls. But I trust Donato on this, who seems to know Uta’s darker impulses fairly well. Possibly better than Yomo and that dude got his fair of beating from Uta too.

What got me interested is how Amon had commented how pointless Clowns endeavours were. Initially I thought it’s Donato who said it, but later on he tells Amon that he would soon understand...

Oh Amon looks fine AF too. Be still my slutty heart!

Furuta says something possibly pivotal for the incoming plot arc:

(IDK wtf this is, but if even Furuta comments on it as if he was both grossed out/scared, it must be important. Oh, he meets Kaneki too, no biggie. “That’s just freaky!!”, I love you Nimura)

Back to my boys, Yomo is getting beat up but mostly evades Uta’s attacks and looks more and more pissed. Uta just looks like a dumbass. Or rather as stupid as cats who torture smaller critters for fun and recreation do:

Also we get a glimpse of his kagune. It seems to be very elastic, easily changing shapes as Uta sees fit. It was just this gigantic mass of RC cells in the beginning panels, now it’s much more resembling the spider legs en masse that we remember from his fight with Juuzou:

But what is most important here, we finally get the first shot of Itori. She is wearing a mask in the beginning, and it’s important in context of what Uta will be saying shortly: edit: It’s Itori speaking, thoughts on that in a different post.

She’s an observer in that panel, very significantly voiceless, not shown to be nearly as amused as Nico here:

Uta’s Itori’s words are honestly a key to Clown’s philosophy and deserve a meta of its own. [In the beginning I thought these were Itori’s words, especially after I saw “Kanekichi” being mentioned; it’s how she had referred to Kaneki before.] - no wonder, it was my brain’s way to remind me I was far too concentrated on Uta to consider the awesomest queen Itori :/

Uta Itori says something very interesting here:

Obviously, if he were to be an OEK, first or the second one, that would be right up the alley. But even if not, it hints at very interesting possibilities. I want to see Ishida expand on it in some flashbacks.

The most important words are coupled with shots of Itori slowly taking her mask off. It has a very dramatic effect.

Theres a heck ton to unpack here. Honestly I would never think Uta would look at his value system from that particular angle. Edit - and he wouldn’t because he is currently in the midst of a mayor meltdown. It’s Itori who actually bothers with explaining.

He She refers to the coldness of their existence as ghouls, of how senseless it is - like a vast, cold void stretching infintiely in front of them.

Uta’s ways of searching for warmth are probably the only ones somebody as uprooted as him could come up with - he sees drawing blood, wounding (but also getting wounded - Uta seems to have a very laissez faire attitude to him perishing eventually as we remember from his talk with Donato).

According to Uta Itori, Yomo is the warm one. For him her, it’s via bloodletting that he can get closer to taste it. Edit Uta def seconds that in the panels to come with his own actions

I still think there’s some theatrics involved in this speech, as the next panel shows....

God, way to make your opponent unsuspecting of your next move Uta.

And we get another important shot of Itori. She’s clearly positioned as somewhat stradling the line between Uta and Yomo but this series consistently shows her as being closer to Uta nevertheless.

Her eyes are shining so bright here, it’s clear she’s in deep thought and possibly a bit torn apart with what’s happening here. What Uta says clearly strikes a cord but her taking the mask off, idk it may signal some important differences between her and Uta’s worldview. That or it’s a sign she identifies with his words deeply. Edit ditto, these are her words and the scene took entirely different meaning and made me Love Itori, the first time since reading the series.

Honestly Uta is just beginning tho, as he has some creepy words about dreaming of the day where he would get his hands stained with Yomo’s blood. He actually left Yomo on the ground to have this mini speech properly. He’s posturing as far as my impressions go - Uta reverts to his younger persona, sans earlier sentiments of not wanting to cut his fun short by killing the only one ghoul who could match him somewhat.

The most important thing in this chapter is what Yomo says next...

Here Uta is, going off about his strange blood kink and Yomo goes all shonen manga on him. But it’s not the same shonen posturing he did in previous chapter. We don’t see his eyes - we see Uta’s and that dude is honestly #shook.

Naturally he reacts in ways only Ishida can think of. Honestly how Yomo’s words are literally drowned out by Uta’s uncontrollable and histerical laughter is such a masterful move:

This is the guy who dug up Ren from the ground because he was his “friend”. Now he’s just a mouth apparently.

Idk but this seems like the key panel for analyzing Uta from psychological angle. This dude most pronounced feature is his mouth which is nothing like human’s or ghoul alike. It’s like he’s truly the chaotic trickster god with none of the sentiments he was hinted to possess.

I was talking with @gaiajulz and I love how she pointed out that it seems like Uta is actually drowning out Yomo’s heartfelt words and he isn’t even fully aware he’s doing it. With Uta’s firm worldview, he’d rather go full crisis-mode instead of acknowledging how vulnerable and in need of closeness he is.

Honestly Uta is soo Washuu-like in this panel, like Furuta’s older brother or something. First screech like a Cthulu monster and then do a little happy dance!

What’s important is how Uta links what he sees as Yomo’s nivete with his emotional honesty and lack of any hidden agendas. Yomo is pure and good and this is why he is naive enough to trust a world like this. Uta saw so many sides to it, he literally sees no other option than to play the fool, including fooling around with one of the precious few of potentially close people in his life.

I also think he kind of looks like crying? From laughing so hard maybe.

The chapter ends with my baby going full kakuja (predictably it’s his shifty face that’s the most inhuman part here, just a mass of flesh) and this flirty words:

Renji seems so shocked, it’s possible he had never seen this form. Either way he’s speechless.

And Uta’s philosophy is hinted at again - he’s willing to trample his friend just to feel anything.

What we are dearly in need of is some good meta on Uta’s mental health, how his values feature into it and how his own actions contribute to it unraveling. Obviously such speculations are about as scientific as psych profiling but I feel it would be very important to try and understand this character better.

And boy, is there a lot to unpack here...

Edit - crossed the parts where it’s suggested it’s Uta who summarizes Clown’s philosophy. It’s Itori and I don’t get my brain could hint at the discrepancies in my own thinking but not make the definite link. Gotta love that sweet ADHD folks.

#uta #tg #tgre #tgre spoilers #tg theories #tg meta #tg theory #yomo renji

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