#started writing this at work and got si damn wet almost immediately ): good thing it was near the end of my shift

[wires-crossed-over]

obsessed with the idea of being trained into somno by a girl who's too shy to fuck me while i'm awake. it wouldn't be difficult at all either, i've fallen asleep stuffed to the brim with a nice big toy before, i bet it'll be easy to stay asleep while it moves back and forth. and then she could replace it with her cock, feeling me instinctively clench down on her and covering her mouth so her moans don't wake me up. and then she'd start to move as well, slowly and carefully as she can, but there's only so much patience a poor horny girl can have when there's a warm wet cunt clenching all around her pretty little cock, so she's start fucking me for real, rougher and rougher, but oh no, she's getting close, so she has to pull out and cum on my stomach instead of inside me ): but it's okay, she'd be near me fast asleep when i wake up all wet and horny and notice the stains between my legs and on my belly. and it's no biggie for me to climb on top of her and slowly grind against her until she starts to get hard and i can make her fuck me again. i'd ride her into waking her up still drowsy from spending half the night busy with my pussy and too horny to care about not getting me pregnant when i milk that lovely load out of her <33 and, well, since it's too late to be careful already, she might as well make a habit out of pumping me full of cum whenever i'm asleep, especially if it's been a hard day at work for me and i'm out like a light!

[eternalstann]

Through The Phone

You miss your boyfriend dearly, so you decide to go shopping and surprise him on FaceTime while he’s away 👀 📲

Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Smut!!!

“Girl, I’m reaching new levels of horny” you sigh over the phone to your best friend. She lets out a laugh at your dramatics, “I told you sis, get yourself a good vibrator and call Tom!” She suggests and you shake your head. Tom had been away for more then a month now and you swore you were going crazy.

You decide to take your besties advice, you didn’t even know where to begin though. You google the nearest sex shop, it all felt so lewd but liberating at the same time. You try to push any anxious thoughts out of your head while you drive, instead thinking about how hot it would be to try this with your boyfriend. How would he react. Your anxiety changes to excitement by the time you walk through the tinted glass doors. You’re greeted immediately by a pretty blonde, “Hey! What brings you in today?” She asks like you were shopping for a new shirt and not a plastic penis. You smile, “Umm, I’m shopping for a vibrator. Nothing too crazy, but still effective” you explain and she nods. “I’ve got just the thing!”

She grabs your hand pulling you towards a display of dildos and vibrators galore. There were so many, you felt overwhelmed. There were tiny remote controlled ones, and huge brightly colored ones that had to be longer than 12 inches. “Holy shit..” you murmur out loud. The woman helping you laughs; “It’s a lot I know, but I think this is what you’re looking for.” She pulls down a small pink one, it was no more than five inches. It curved at the end and you could easily imagine what for. “This is a g-spot stimulating vibrator and dildo! It’s small but gets the job done with 6 settings and a powerful vibration. Plus it’s waterproof” she tells you and you’re sold. “I’ll take it!”

You cash out and quickly make your way home. You can’t wait to try it out, but decide you’d wait for Tom. The day drags along while you wait for a good time to call him. And Finally, you text him.

Can I call you? I miss youuu 💕

You see the read notification pop up almost as soon as you send it and then an incoming FaceTime from your man. You fix yourself on the camera before you answer with a grin. “Baby!” He calls to you through the screen and your heart clenches the moment you see his handsome face. “God I miss you” he speaks again and you’re melting. “I miss you more baby, when are you coming home?” You whine, pouting at him. “Hopefully soon, Anthony said we might even wrap a few days early!” He tells you excitedly and that lifts your spirits a little bit.

“Babe, for my next shoot please just come with me” Tom begs and you think back to when he’d asked you to come this time. “Distance makes the heart grow fonder” you’d told him. Yeah, you were eating those words now. “I promise I will, I’m so proud of you though baby..” you tell him. You can see the slight bags under his eyes and you know how hard he’s working. He always does. “Thank you darling, how was your day?” He asks, shifting so he’s closer to the camera. “My day was good, it was interesting” you smirk. A perfect Segway.

“Oh yeah, what happened? Hey, was that dickhead across the street flirting with you again?” His expression turns to a frown and you giggle. “No Tom, I’ve just been missing you a lot. Soooo, I was thinking we could try something tonight” you venture, biting your lip. Tom’s smile is back, “What? Like a game?” He inquired and you shake your head. “I guess like a game” you shrug. You prop your phone up on an old shoe box, hey; you had to improvise. “That shirt looks way better on you than it ever did on me” Tom tells you when you back up so your whole body is in the frame.

“Thanks Tommy. You ready for our game?” You raise an eyebrow at him and he claps his hands together, “Absolutely!”

“Okay then, I have a box with something I bought in it today. You have to guess what’s inside the box” you explain and Tom nods. “Hmmm. Do I get any hints?” He questions and you smirk again. “Yup. But for every hint I give you, you have to take off a piece of clothing” You can see the gears turning in Toms head and he nods. “I think I like where this game is going” he chuckles, leaning back in his bed. “Well, give me my first hint. Is what’s in the box for me, or for you?”

“I guess you could say it’s for both of us, now take off your shirt please” you instruct and Tom obeys, pulling his tshirt off. You lick your lips at the sight of his bare chest, and you wished so badly that you could touch him. “Ooo is it chocolate?” He wonders and you tsk “Nope”.

“Give me another hint, is it sexual?” He asks and you roll your eyes. “That’s a big hint Tom - but yes. Pants please” Tom stands, kicking off his pajama pants and your pussy clenches at the full view of him. “You look so good Tommy” you whisper and Tom puts an arm behind his head when he lays back down. “You look better, take off that shirt and let me see all of you darling” his voice is rough and you feel dizzy with desire. He has you under his spell and you take off the tshirt, almost forgetting you were naked underneath until you hear Tom. “Fuck, Y/N are you trying to kill me?”

You’re snapped from your daze, remembering how this all started. “Tom, you have to guess” you whine, watching him palm himself through his boxers. “Babe, to hell with that game. I wanna watch you play with that pretty little pussy” he groans and if you weren’t dripping before you are now. “You’re no fun” you fake being upset before opening the box. “Tada!” You unveil the little pink toy. Toms eyes squint, “What a naughty girl you’ve been while I was away. If I was there I’d spank you” he growls, pulling his dick out of his boxers. Your brows furrow, you thought this would be fun but now your on fire for him, body aching for his touch. “Tom I want you nowwww” you tell him, fingers pinching your hard nipples and you gasp at how sensitive they are.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea how badly I wish I was there with you. Turn on that toy, and lets pretend” he says, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth and giving his cock a slow pump. “Oh God..” you whisper, twisting the end of the vibrator to the first setting. “Spread those legs for me darling”

You do as he asks, and the air feels cold against your wet lips. You listen to Toms groans when you expose yourself to him. “Wish I could taste you” he’s pumping himself again, and you can’t tear your eyes away from his hard dick. You imagine the way it feels when he’s pounding into you from behind; god you took it for granted. “Tommy..” you moan, lowering the toy until it’s pressed to your clit. The vibrations are gentle but pleasurable, especially with how worked up you are. “That’s it baby girl, turn it up for me. I wanna watch you fall apart”

You twist the settings, taking it up to the highest setting. “Oh fuck!” You shout, feeling your stomach tighten up from the intense feeling. You watch Tom, his hand moving faster now; and listen to his sounds. Your legs shake and your eyes roll back as you cum unexpectedly. “Fuck baby, did you just cum?” Tom asks, surprised at how quickly you reached your peak. You nod, still breathless and body tingling. “Shit, that was hot. Go again for me Y/N. Fuck yourself this time” You feel spent but you’ll do anything for your man.

“Okay” you manage to squeak out, spreading your lips with your fingers and rubbing the toy around them before slowly pushing it inside. “Mhmmm, pretend it’s my cock inside of you. Fucking you like you deserve”. Your eyes close as you listen to him, imagining he was right with you. You can hear the sound of him jerking off on through the phone, wishing he was bucking into you and not his hand. You move the toy faster, and your hips lift off the bed at the feeling. The curve providing the perfect drag against your g-spot. “Tommmm” you drag out his name, like the chorus of a song with the squelching sounds from your pussy as the backing track.

“So fucking wet for me baby, whose fucking pussy is that?” He asks and you cry out, “Yours Tom” . “Say that shit louder Y/N, whose fucking pussy is it?” He demands and you all but scream. “Yours Tom, this is your pussy!” You promise. “Fuck that’s right, look at me when you cum!”

You sit up, and Tom looks heavenly. Tan, muscled arm moving up and down on his cock, panting and watching you. Hair tussled and soft looking, begging for your fingers to be tangled in it. You pull out the toy and turn it press it to you sensitive clit, letting the buzz electrify your entire body. You stare at Tom as you cum again, mouth falling open and he grunts as cums too. You feel like your numb watching him shoot his load.

Your chest heaves while you try to catch your breath and Tom runs a tired hand through his brown locks. “Damn, I needed that” you giggle, falling forward still looking at your boyfriend. “Me too, babe. You’re amazing”

“Thank you Tommy, I love you. Get home soon okay?” You say lovingly.

“I love you more, I’ll be home soon. And I can’t wait to use that vibrator on you” he winks.

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this quarantine is not good for me or my vagina but good for writing lmaoooo, how’re y’all holding up? send me requests lovelies❤️❤️

[sing-a-sirensong]

Breaktime

A short and sweet pwp for Simon/Markus

Summary: Markus pulls Simon away from his work for a (not so quick) break. Rating: E Warnings: None

On AO3 here

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Simon leans over his desk, staring blankly at the documents strewn across it. He’s been working in his room all day. His own, private, room. An arrangement that Simon is still getting used to, having his own space like this.

After the successful revolution, Carl Manfred had insisted that Markus ‘give your friends a place to stay, this damn house is too big and empty for one old man’ and hadn’t left much room for argument. North and Josh also have their own rooms in the, frankly enormous, house. But, more often than not, their duties would call them elsewhere, sometimes for days at a time.

Simon however, prefers mundane paperwork to dealing directly with other people. The others work plenty with the general public, Markus especially, so Simon spends most of his time at his desk peacefully working on drafts and bills.

Perhaps peacefully isn’t quite the right word. Simon scrunches his eyes shut and pinches the bridge of his nose, willing away the uncomfortable pressure that has persisted there for hours now. Who knew that androids could get headaches? Although Simon supposes it was likely that a constant stream of dry legal material would be capable of giving anyone a headache.

Simon is so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t hear the door, and startles at the feeling of arms wrapping around his middle. He quickly relaxes into the familiar embrace.

“Markus,” he breathes, smiling. “I didn’t hear you come in.” A chuckle rumbles in Simon’s ear.

“I’m not surprised,” Markus says. “You were so focused on your work I was a little concerned you were about to start burning holes through that desk.” Simon holds down a smile and playfully elbows backwards, aiming for Markus’s ribs. He misses.

“I would’ve mentioned before now if I had laser eyes. Something like that would’ve come in handy during our revolution, don’t you think?” Simon gripes, no real heat behind his words. Markus smothers a laugh between Simon’s shoulder blades.

“I think it may have helped speed things along a little, yes.” He jokes.

“Maybe then you wouldn’t have driven a damn truck through that storefront window.” Simon grumbles. Markus laughs again, deep and rich, arms tightening around Simon’s waist.

“You know I get into trouble when you’re not around.” He teases lightly, brushing a soft kiss behind Simon’s ear. Simon steadfastly ignores how his insides turn to goo at the simple action. Markus hooks his chin over Simon’s shoulder, glancing at the mess of papers on the desk. “What are you working on?” He asks. Simon sighs.

“It’s a draft for the Android Emergency Services project.” Simon explains. “It needs to be submitted to the city council by the end of next week and I promised Josh I would look over it for him.” Markus hums at that.

“By ‘look over it’ do you actually mean look over it, or do you mean write and edit the entire thing yourself?” Markus prods. Simon tries not to fidget too much, subconsciously gnawing his lip anyways. “You don’t have to take on so much by yourself, you know.” Markus says gently. Simon sighs again, placing his hands over Markus’s.

“I know,” he starts, “But Josh has been so busy with his proposal on the treatment of android children, and he’s been sending all those requests to the local school boards and-“ Markus interrupts him.

“I had almost the entire afternoon free today, my meeting finished early. Why didn’t you come to me to help you with it?” He asks, dropping a few light kisses along Simon’s shoulder. Simon melts into him, automatically tilting his head to allow Markus better access.

“I wanted you to have the break.” Simon says weakly. “You’ve been working nonstop for weeks, and I wanted to be helpful.” Markus lifts one hand to lace their fingers together, laying a line of kisses up Simon’s throat.

“You’re more than helpful, Si, always.” He murmurs against warm skin, his breath sending shivers up Simon’s spine. The nickname sends his thirium pump stuttering, a giddy feeling settling warm and soft under his ribs.

“You work so hard all the time and you hardly rest.” The hand not tangled with Simon’s slips under the hem of his sweatshirt, warm fingers sweeping lightly across his belly. Simon’s eyes flutter shut at the sensation. “You deserve a break too, you know.” Markus’s voice is low and sweet, covering Simon like thick honey as he sinks into it.

“Markus…” He breathes, the rest of his words vanishing as he lays his head back to rest on Markus’s shoulder. Markus hums softly, nosing under Simon’s jaw to suck a hot, openmouthed kiss into the sensitive skin there. Simon can’t help the quiet moan that escapes, heat curling low in his abdomen.

“Come on Si,” he urges, “Take a break.” The hand on Simon’s stomach flattens and stills, holding him in place. The other hand, still tangled with Simon’s, slides down and cups their shared grip against the front of his pants, pressing down firmly. Simon whines, his free hand flying up to clutch at the back of Markus’s neck. “For me?” Markus asks sweetly, his soft tone a stark contrast to the hand that’s quickly unravelling Simon’s focus.

“Yeah,” Simon pants, “I could ahh- I could do that.” He moans, rocking forward into his own palm pressed tight between his legs by Markus’s hand. The friction sends sparks of pleasure across his wiring, but it’s not nearly enough. Distantly, Simon feels his self-lubrication protocols activate and he dismisses the notification.

“Please,” he breathes, paperwork forgotten entirely.

“Anything you want sweetheart,” Markus croons, “Anything.” Simon flushes with heat at the endearment, hiding his face under Markus’s chin.

“Kiss me?” He manages to ask weakly, and Markus releases him, giving him room to turn. Simon spins around quickly, cupping Markus’s face in his hands. His fingers stroke reverently over hand-painted freckles and artificial stubble. Markus settles one hand on Simon’s waist, pulling him in, the other sliding into his hair to guide their lips together.

Simon sighs against Markus’s mouth, eyes closing and lips parting immediately to deepen the kiss. He moans softly at the feel of Markus’s tongue against his own, knees going weak as Markus licks into his mouth. He presses closer, draping his arms around Markus’s neck and sucking greedily on his tongue. He swallows the small noise that escapes Markus, desperate to taste more.

Simon loves kissing Markus, would never stop if he could. Markus kisses with a careful thoroughness, like it’s a task that needs all of his concentration to accomplish. Being at the centre of that focus is dizzying.

Hands slide down to grip the backs of Simon’s thighs and Markus lifts him like he weighs nothing, breaking the kiss with a wet pop. Simon automatically hooks his ankles behind Markus and takes in the look on his face. His lips are wet and shiny, mismatched eyes hooded with desire. Simon isn’t much better, cheeks flushed and his hair a mess.

“Simon,” Markus starts, voice low and soft. Simon’s gaze slides back to Markus’s mouth and he dips down to kiss him again, cutting off whatever else Markus planned to say. He tilts his head for a better angle and sucks on Markus’s bottom lip, revelling in the low noise Markus makes. “Si,” he groans, “Can we- the bed?” He manages to rasp out between kisses and Simon nods briefly, their noses brushing together. Markus turns them and walks to the bed, setting one knee on the mattress and tipping them down onto the sheets.

Simon lets out a happy sigh when Markus’s weight settles on top of him, arms wrapping around his shoulders to keep him there. But Markus resists the hold, leaning back and huffing out a small laugh.

“Clothes, Simon.” He says, amused, pointedly grinding their covered erections together. Simon tosses his head back with a moan, hips jerking up at the friction dulled through the layers of fabric.

“Yeah,” he gasps, voice tinged with laughter, “I forgot about that part. Kind of important, isn’t it?” Markus chuckles and reaches back to pull his shirt over his head. Simon is momentarily stunned, distracted by smooth brown skin and broad shoulders. He shakes out of his stupor and yanks his own shirt off, struggling briefly as it catches on his ears. He hears Markus laugh. “Shut up.” He grumbles, fighting down a smile, and chucks his shirt in Markus’s direction. He catches it easily. After some clumsy shuffling and giggles, they’re both finally naked.

Markus settles back between Simon’s legs, dropping down to reconnect their mouths. Simon groans at the contact, thighs squeezing Markus’s hips. The kiss is heated but brief as Markus moves on to drop kisses across his collarbones and chest, sliding lower. He places featherlight kisses around the indentation of Simon’s pump regulator and Simon squirms, a small whimper caught in the back of his throat.

“I’ve got you.” Markus breathes, eyes flickering up to meet Simon’s. “Let me take care of you?” He asks, so earnest. He’s always like this, always asking permission, asking if Simon is okay. As if Simon would ever want to refuse him anything. He nods, already burning with arousal and desperate for Markus’s hands to be on him.

Markus continues lower, sucking a line of kisses down the sensitive skin of Simon’s inner thigh. A gentle scrape of teeth has Simon shuddering, wishing desperately that Markus could leave a mark.

“You’re so good Simon,” Markus says, voice low. “So pretty, laid out like this.” Simon whines, systems lighting up at the praise, erection beading against his belly. Markus sucks hard at the junction between his hip and thigh, and Simon jolts.

“Markus,” he pants, “You d-don’t-” He breaks off on a moan as Markus switches to the other thigh, mouthing hot and wet down to the same spot on the opposite side before he worries it with his teeth.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” Markus asks lowly, his voice buzzing across Simon’s skin and sending shivers up his spine.

“Touch me.” Simon begs. “Markus, please.” And Markus finally complies, closing his fingers around Simon’s cock and giving him a slow tug. Simon moans, hips thrusting as Markus swipes his thumb over the tip, slowly smearing the synthetic precome against heated skin.

“Look at you,” Markus purrs, stroking him slowly. “Being so good for me, aren’t you?”

And Simon sobs, nodding helplessly. He feels so close to overheating already, and they’ve barely even started.

Markus’s hand is slick with how much Simon is leaking and he squeezes lightly, twisting his wrist as Simon’s cock slides through his grip, fingers slipping over the sensitive head.

“Fuck,” Simon gasps, back arching as Markus repeats the motion.

“Does that feel good sweetheart?” Markus coos, dark and soft like velvet. His voice has Simon writhing against the sheets, whining as he threads his fingers into his own hair in a desperate effort to ground himself. He pants, expelling heated puffs of hair.

Simon’s cock throbs in Markus’s hand, his thumb teasing just under the head as more words of filthy praise spill from his lips. Simon chokes on a static-filled moan, grasping blindly at Markus’s arm. His hips are rocking with Markus’s long pulls, chasing the delicious friction. The pace is torturous, but it’s so so good and Simon’s processors are scrambling to keep up with the waves of pleasure rushing through his circuits.

Markus releases him, and Simon sucks in a few shaky breaths, trying to regain his bearings. He jolts suddenly at the feeling of a finger petting at his entrance, spreading the lubricant that’s leaking out of him. He rocks his hips down instinctively, encouraging Markus to continue.

“Yes,” he gasps, spreading his legs wider. “Markus yes I want- ohhh.” His words dissolve into moans as Markus easily slips two fingers inside, stroking Simon’s inner walls. “More, please.” He pants.

Markus hums against his throat, carefully sliding in a third finger. “You’re doing so well, taking my fingers like this.” He curls them slowly, punching a hoarse cry out of Simon. “So warm and tight,” he praises, “You’re going to feel amazing around my cock.” Simon whines, clenching down on the fingers inside him. He doesn’t need to be prepared like this, but Markus loves it, loves watching Simon fall apart underneath him.

The sounds of Markus’s fingers slowly fucking in and out of him fill the room, wet and obscene. Simon flushes with embarrassment, crossing his arms over his face. Markus slides his free hand up, moving Simon’s arms away and dropping delicate kisses across his burning cheeks.

“You’re lovely,” he says sweetly, “Don’t hide that pretty face from me.” He twists his fingers, pressing deep and circling his fingers over the spot that sends Simon to pieces.

“Oh, fuck,” Simon says brokenly, shoving his hips down into Markus’s hand.

“Right there?” Markus teases, not letting up. Simon sobs, toes curling at the unrelenting internal massage.

“Markus-“ he pants, “Markus, fuck, please. I- I’ll come if you don’t stop.” He pleads. He whines at the loss when Markus stops and slides his fingers out.

“Next time you can come on my fingers.” He promises, and Simon shudders. “Ready?” Simon nods, and he watches as Markus gives himself a few quick strokes, lips parting in pleasure, before lining himself up.

Simon tosses his head back as Markus presses into him, trembling at the stretch. He gasps at the slow drag of Markus’s cock working him open, not stopping until his hips are pressed flush to Simon’s ass. Markus’s length is thick, and hot, and perfect, and Simon clenches down, whining at the fullness.

“Fuck,” Markus curses, “You’re perfect.” He presses his hips forward, grinding deep, and Simon scrabbles to find purchase on his shoulders. He sucks on the skin of Simon’s throat and moves his hips back, sinking back in achingly slowly. Simon squeezes his legs around Markus’s waist, rolling his hips to meet each thrust.

“God, Simon,” Markus groans, sucking more kisses along Simon’s collarbone. “You’re so beautiful.” Simon shudders and whimpers, heat warnings flashing across his vision.

Markus pulls him closer, thrusting harder, and Simon cries out, voice edged with static. Simon’s cock brushes Markus’s belly with every roll of his hips, each thrust tearing a moan from Simon’s throat, the pleasure building between his legs almost unbearable.

“You close, Si?” Markus asks breathlessly, pace unrelenting. Simon can only nod and whine, his HUD quickly becoming overcrowded with system alerts and error messages. “Gonna come for me, sweetheart?” And Simon sobs, oh he wants to come so badly he can only think yes, and please, and Markus, but he can’t form the words.

But Markus understands, keeping his thrusts steady as he reaches between them and jerks Simon’s cock with short, tight strokes. It’s too much, too much, and Simon’s spine arches when he comes. He wails as the wave of pleasure crashes over him, clenching hard around the thick length inside him, spilling messily over Markus’s fingers. His limbs jerk and tremble as Markus milks him, hardware struggling as the overwhelming impulses wracking his sensors edge his system towards an emergency reboot.

Markus finally lets up, hips losing their rhythm as he moans into Simon’s shoulder.

“Simon, fuck, Simon.” He groans, hips stuttering to a stop deep inside Simon. He distantly feels Markus coming, shaking and moaning Simon’s name.

They stay there for a moment, systems recalibrating. Markus recovers first, brushing Simon’s hair out of his face and pressing a kiss to his forehead. Simon makes a soft noise of displeasure when Markus pulls out, grabbing weakly for his arm when he stands.

“We have to get cleaned up.” He huffs, amused. Simon grumbles softly, not relinquishing his grip on Markus’s wrist. Markus relents, chuckling, and grabs his discarded t-shirt for a perfunctory wipe down. He settles back on the bed and Simon curls against his side, hooking one leg over Markus’s thigh and draping an arm over his chest. “You know you’re going to be cranky about this later, right?

“Don’t care.” Simon mumbles, smushing his face into Markus’s chest. His processors are still sluggish, running diagnostics in the background to clear up any lingering errors. Markus’s fingers trail gently up and down his spine.

“You’re very cute when you’re cuddly.” Markus teases, grinning when Simon flushes with embarrassment and hides his face further. He presses a kiss to the top of Simon’s head, laughing softly.

“Should get some rest, Si.” He murmurs, and Simon makes a noise that sounds like vague agreement, falling easily into stasis. Markus noses softly into Simon’s hair before he follows suit.

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

I Have Confidence (SMUT)

anonymous said: bitch u better FEED me some Ben smut you’re like one of the only good writers in this fan base and I throw it BACK for Ben so idk do something with drunk y/n and ben and it’s playful and y/n is kinda needy or literally write whatever u want I’ll fucking cash app u sis I’m desperate!

(a/n: OMG I am 100% flattered that you think I’m one of the greats I literally feel like im in such a small corner of the fanbase bc im such a dweeb but that makes me cry happy tears THANK U. also yes i know i’ve already had a roger imagine w battleSHIPS in it but.... this is battleSHOTS bitch. NOW BACK TO UR REGULAR SCHEDULED BEN SMUT yall got spoiled w the fluff from the last post)

(p.s. u can still venmo/cash app me if u want im a broke college student pls spare change ma’am)

“Battleshots? You Americans are fucking mental, I swear.”

Ben was seated across the table from you, cross-legged on the chair that was currently actually a bit too warm for comfort. Both of you were out on his balcony, sitting at a table that was lit only by the late evening sun and the light streaming out of the door that led into his house.

You’d fashioned two makeshift Battleshots boards out of two small pizza boxes, seeing as you’d ordered pizza in tonight and the boxes had reminded you of your favorite party game. There was a grid on the bottom and top, and you each had 9 shot glasses filled with different liquors placed on the board in formations of 4, 3, and 2, just like the game of Battleships.

“It’s fun, don’t knock it til you try it,” you warned, peeking over the top of the box that was propped up on a cup and smiling. Ben’s curious green eyes met yours, and he laughed as he saw you stick your tongue out at him. “Winner finishes shots, or loser finishes winner’s shots? Your choice.”

“I say winner doesn’t have to finish their shots, that’s only fair.” He then sat back in his chair and pursed his lips, thinking for a moment. “I don’t want loser to finish the winner’s shots either, because I don’t think you can handle more than 9 shots.”

“Oh? Someone’s got a big head, don’t they?” you teased, raising an eyebrow and rolling your eyes playfully as he shrugged, smiling smugly.

“I have confidence in my abilities.” An exaggerated groan left your mouth as you flipped him off, trying not to laugh at how cocky he was being. “In all aspects of life,” he added with an eyebrow wiggle, making you pretend to gag as you waved your hand dismissively at him.

“I don’t want to hear about your sex life right now, Ben.”

“Why not? You seemed to enjoy my sex life a lot a couple nights ago.” A blush crept across your cheeks as you grabbed the decorative pillow you’d bought for him that was resting on the chair next to you, throwing it at him as he tried to imitate your moans.

He caught the pillow, laughing, and put it right back where it belonged as he gave you a knowing look. “You’re a pervert,” you mumbled, sitting up in your chair and grabbing your marker as you moved your cup of orange juice closer – you were using it as a chaser, while Ben opted for some kind of soda you hadn’t paid attention to.

You began the game of Battleshots, neck and neck with Ben throughout the first part until you both only had three shots left. You weren’t feeling anything yet, probably having taken the shots too close together, but you knew it would hit you soon. Standing up was something you were starting to fear.

But then Ben knocked out your last three in three successive rounds while you missed the rest of his, and you accepted defeat with only mild complaining as Ben cheered loudly, ever the gracious winner.

“I’ll take my winnings in cash or check, whichever works,” he teased, making you groan and climb up off your chair. Yep. There it was. You felt a warmth spread throughout your body and a dizziness overtake you as you stood, and you had to grab onto the chair next to you to ground yourself for a moment.

“Oof…. I’ve never lost this game,” you admitted sheepishly, Ben’s chuckles turning into cackles of laughter as he went to open the door for you, watching you make your way inside as best as you could. He was feeling something, but by no means was he as tipsy as you – if anything, he just felt a slight buzz, while you were verging on actually being drunk if you drank anything else.

Ben followed you as you headed to the kitchen to get yourself a water, and you glared at him as he continued to tease you, obviously in a great mood from winning. “Do you need help getting the water open? You’re a right mess, Ms. Second Place.”

“Oh, shut up,” you grumbled, taking a drink of the water and flipping him off as you leaned back against the counter.

He only laughed, unfazed by your grumpiness as he came over to place his hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you. “Does the winner get a kiss, at least?” He puckered his lips, closing his eyes and waiting for you to close the gap between you two. Scowling, you did the first thing you could think of – pouring some of your water onto his mussy, slightly curly blonde hair. The look of shock on his face was worth it all as he pulled away, gasping and pushing your hand away. “You little-“

“Cry about it,” you interrupted as you sat the water down, shrugging before taking off in a stumbling run and laughing deliriously as he scrambled after you, nearly slipping completely on the puddle of water that had gathered on the kitchen floor.

You made it all the way to the hallway upstairs before Ben caught you – he’d taken the steps two at a time, damn his thighs and stamina – and he grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up into a vice-like grip as you shrieked with drunken laughter, fighting against his arms even though it was clearly pointless.

“You’re gonna get it now!” he laughed breathlessly, carrying you into his bedroom and tossing you down on the bed before pouncing on you immediately, his hands going to your sides to tickle you mercilessly. He wouldn’t stop until you were gasping for air, begging him to give you a break, and even then, he kept his hand resting on your tummy as he fell to the side, grinning over at you. “You look like a mess, love.”

Giggling softly at the amused look on his face, you shook your head before crawling on top of him, straddling his torso before sitting down on his abdomen carefully, only eliciting a small release of air from him before he shifted just slightly to make it more comfortable. “You’re quite a dickhead, making fun of a drunk girl like this.”

His eye roll only made you laugh again, and he grabbed your hips, carefully scooting back so he could sit up and support himself on his elbows. “I feel no remorse, hard to feel bad when I get a pretty girl on my lap because of it.”

Your cheeks turned an even rosier color than the alcohol had already made them as you grinned, shaking your head before leaning down to kiss him gently, mumbling against his lips between kisses. “You’re such a flirt too.”

“Also no regret,” he quipped back calmly, resting a hand on the back of your neck and locking you into the kiss as he laid back on the bed again, taking you with him. Deepening the kiss eagerly, you made a happy noise as you felt the world spinning, half from the liquor and half from the feeling of Ben’s hands sliding up the back of your thighs to come and rest on your ass. When you pressed your ass back into his hands eagerly, he chuckled softly into the kiss, pulling away for a moment to mumble, “Someone’s excited.”

“Shut up, I’m drunk and my boyfriend is hot,” you mumbled right back, grinning before pulling him into an open-mouthed kiss, eliciting a groan from the back of his throat when you swirled your tongue around his, both of you tasting like tequila, while you left him with the taste of orange juice. The sound only made you more desperate to eliminate the layers of clothes between you, so you began tugging at the hem of his sweater, lifting it upwards and off when he reluctantly separated from the kiss and let you sit up.

He did the same with your shirt, tugging it up and off along with your bra before gazing up at you with a desirous glint in his eyes. The blown-out pupils scanned slowly up your torso as Ben chewed on his lower lip, just taking it all in. Shivering at the way his eyes devoured you, you had to finally distract him so he’d remember what he was doing – you circled your hips, grinding down against his increasingly hardening cock, which made his hands fly to your hips and catch them. You came to a stop with an impish grin on your face, and the playful look of disapproval in his face was quickly replaced by another look of lust when he rolled the two of you over, starting to work at the drawstring of the shorts you had on.

“Naughty girl,” he murmured, finally getting your shorts untied before tugging them off with your panties. His hand immediately moved between your legs, two fingers sliding up your folds as he grinned mischievously down at you as you squirmed slightly at the feeling, wanting his fingers inside of you. “You look so pretty right now, baby.”

“Ben, please,” you begged quietly, lifting your hips up against his touch and almost whining as he pulled his hand away, raising an eyebrow.

“Louder?”

“Damn it, Ben, please!” you repeated, pouting when he chuckled at the neediness in your voice. But his fingers returned to your pussy, rubbing your clit achingly slow and replacing the pouting look on your face with a look of relief. Eyelids fluttering closed, you let out a sigh of pure bliss as you relaxed into his touch, and you let out a soft moan of his name as he slid his middle finger into you, pumping it slowly.

As Ben finger-fucked you almost lazily slow, he pulled your legs over his shoulders one by one, laying stomach-down on the bed and trailing wet, open-mouthed love bites along the inside of your thighs. Then, the feeling of his mouth latching onto your clit made you moan out in surprise, and you ran a hand back through his damp blonde hair and giggled drunkenly as you remembered the water you’d left on the counter. “Fucking water,” you mumbled to yourself, pressing a hand to your forehead and laughing at how feverish you felt from the alcohol.

“Not funny,” he mumbled as he pressed another kiss to the inside of your thigh, and you were prevented from making a smartass remark by the simultaneous addition of another finger to your pussy and Ben’s tongue pressing against your clit, then flicking against it rapidly.

“Ohmygod, nevermind, you’re so right,” you breathed out, and you could hear Ben snicker to himself before he attached his lips to your clit again, sucking hard and eliciting an embarrassingly whorish moan from you. “Fuck you,” you mumbled once you’d stopped seeing stars for the moment, Ben’s fingers curling up inside of you and making you whimper softly in pleasure.

“That’s the plan.” His comebacks were rapid-fire today, and you thanked everything holy that you’d been blessed with such a keeper as he moved his lips up to your tummy, trailing kisses all the way up to your breasts. He used a third finger to slowly stretch you out as he began to suck on the skin of one of your breasts, purposefully trying to leave a hickey as small moans and whines left your lips.

You were unable to control your vocalizations as his fingers thrust in and out of you, and you did whine needily as he retracted them, leaving you feeling empty again. But he was already off the bed, grabbing a condom from the nightstand as you sat up shakily on your elbows, glancing at his jeans and biting your lip. You’d barely helped him out at all, you were so drunkenly focused on your own pleasure. “Do you need me to-“

“Nope,” he replied, popping the p as he unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers and kicking them off as he revealed he was already completely hard. You raised an eyebrow as he crawled back between your legs, backing you up to the pillows and rolling the latex onto his cock. “Hate to admit it, but those little sounds you make when I eat you out? Drive me fucking bonkers, honestly.”

A wide grin crossed over your face, and he rolled his eyes playfully as he took you by your sides, flipping you over so you were facedown against the mattress. As you raised your hips a bit, Ben met you in the middle, sliding his condom-covered cock between your folds and biting his lip. “Aw, not gonna let me see you fuck me?” you whined, Ben groaning as he shook his head, lining himself up.

“God, no,” he muttered, sliding into you and making you moan out lowly as he filled you, digging his stocky, strong fingers into your hips to hold you still when he almost bottomed out. “Can’t stand seeing you that smug right now,” he teased, making you laugh weakly as you tried to focus on his voice, not the fact that he was nearly balls deep in you.

“What? You get to be smug when you win, but I-“

Ben didn’t give you the chance to finish as he pulled out, then snapped his hips back forwards again. That effectively shut you up, instead making you bury your face in a pillow so the entire world wouldn’t hear you moan loudly at the sudden sensation. “You’re such an ass,” you panted when you finally regained your senses, and Ben chuckled knowingly as he began to thrust again, your eyes fluttering shut.

“I know,” he replied quietly, his thrusts shaking his gravelly voice as he moved a hand to your hair, pulling it all into his hand as he fucked into you. The only thing keeping you on balance and stopping the room from spinning was the tight grip you had on the comforter, which was the only grounding presence at the moment besides Ben’s increasingly tight grip on your hair.

The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin and wanton moans as Ben took you from behind, your legs nearly failing to keep you up several times when his thrusts sped up or slowed down. When he sped up, he’d let out little curses and grunts in that deep tone of his as he pounded into you, but when he’d slow down, his deliberate, angled thrusts would nearly overwhelm your senses.

When a particularly deep thrust made you moan out his name loudly, an undying smirk graced Ben’s lips as he continued to bottom out in you, pleased with the way he was turning you into a moaning mess and also dangerously close to becoming a moaning mess himself. As he neared his orgasm, he’d started to push your face more and more into the mattress, your cheek forced into the soft expanse of the comforter as his thrusts got sloppier and more desperate.

“I fucking love you,” he mumbled out at one point, and you grinned before letting out something that was a mixture of a laugh and a moan, pressing your hips back to meet his thrusts eagerly.

“I love you too, Ben,” you replied as sweetly as you could muster – which was hard, considering the situation – and he rewarded you by reaching around you with his free hand to rub your clit, making you whimper and whine in pleasure. You were already teetering on the edge, and this was making it almost impossible to hold out any longer. “Shit, I’m close, babe.”

“Me too, fuckin’ hell,” he breathed out, speeding up his thrusts as much as he could and matching the pace with his hand. He let go of your hair, instead moving that hand back to your hip and squeezing it encouragingly. “Come for me, babygirl.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cried out as the dual stimulation became too much, and you felt your high take over as every nerve-ending in your body simultaneously felt like it was shocked with a high-voltage energy.

Ben bit his slightly swollen lip, trying to stave off his orgasm as long as he could, but the feeling of you clenching around him mixed with the sound of your breathy, high-pitched moans was too much, and he had to move his other hand to your hips to hold you to him as his hips stuttered. Buried inside of you, he released into his condom while groaning your name brokenly, digging his fingers into your hips. Halfway through, he pulled out, giving his cock a few quick pumps with his hand to finish himself off.

You were down off your high first, Ben close behind, and you could barely walk without wobbling as you climbed off the bed, making your way to the master bath and grabbing wet washcloths – one for him, one for you. You cleaned yourself up, then returned to the bedroom, slightly more sure that you weren’t going to fall over on the way back, and you tossed the washcloth to him. He’d already disposed of the condom, and he gladly accepted the towel before cleaning himself up, then pulling on his boxers.

You tugged his sweater and your panties on, crawling into bed and curling into his side as he joined you, pulling the covers over the both of you. You were still reasonably tipsy, and you giggled as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, having already caught his breath.

“God, your stamina,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder and shaking your head before nuzzling his neck, moving to lay halfway on top of him.

“As I said earlier,” he reminded you, wrapping his muscled arms around your waist and resting one of his hands on your ass, giving it a gentle pinch. “Confidence in my abilities. You should give it a try.”

“I should have confidence in your abilities?��� you joked, only slurring your speech a bit, and Ben chucked before giving your hip a light pat as he shook his head.

“Well, that’s not what I meant. But that too.”

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What would tony do if he finds out peter does drugs or something like that every now and then (maybe even constantly? 👀)

As you can see, we enjoyed this prompt! :Dirondadgroupie

OH MY GOD! We got an ask about Peter doing drugs!!!! I have been waiting for this all my life :D

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Oh man lol I’ll let you take the reins on that one

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Haha, you trust my angst writing abilities ;D

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:DDDD

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I'm actually debating what to answer to that Peter is addicted prompt. Because the first fanfic I ever thought of but never finished is about that (and yeah, in my mind it was quite long) and I'm debating whether I should just write a quick summary about that to the question

Or whether I should come up with something completely different :D

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We can think of something different together!

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Yes!

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How about Peter starts drinking to deal with his anxiety? Like a shot helps him loosen up? He does it the first time he is at a party (maybe) SI related and there is an open bar and maybe someone he knows (not Tony), gives him a sip of his own drink and Peter feels how his anxiety and mental reservations melt away.

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Then he is very nervous about a test and someone offers him shot and yeah, he does great. Maybe Peter gets new friends for that and starts hanging out with them and they are ones who party hard and sneak into night clubs?

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Tony and May notice nothing wrong, they just see the kid is more open and relaxed and has lot more friends. But then Peter's school work starts suffering, Tony is worried but nonchalant because the kid doesn't need school anyway.

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Maybe Peter is at a party and then something happens, like the police show up and arrest him, or he drinks too much  and starts wandering around and passes out in the snow.

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I think those are great idea. I think it would have to be something else that pushes him to do drigs. Maybe he wasn’t able to save someone who died in front of him or even several people. It could be that he drinks and with the mix of drugs he wonders off and passes out in the snow.

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You know, in the story I never wrote, Peter was dating Gwen but met Mary Jane and fell in love. He left Gwen and then there was Green Goblin and yeah, Gwen dies when the web snaps her neck and Peter feels guilt and starts to drink to cope with things. At first, it's just shots every few hours, then he starts drinking more often and then more at a time.

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And Tony suspects something is wrong but nothing is done until there is a SI party where Peter gets hammered and starts walking and doing tricks on the edge of the balcony and then Tony and other Avengers have to practically coax him down and tuck him into bed to sleep it off.

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And yes to the last idea. Tony’s going fucking crazy watching his kid so all these tricks

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"No, no, no, sweetie, come down," Tony offers his hands for Peter to take. "Kiddo, I'll help you down. Just- come down, come- God, don't just stand there! Help!"

And Peter's steps are uncoordinated and he almost trips over the edge. And Tony isn't afraid about Peter unmasking his identity but that the kid will hurt himself.

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Tony’s heart is racing and he slowly reaches out to grab peter trying not to spook the kid too much at the moment. “Come on buddy. We’re missing the party. Don’t you want to go back there?”

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I imagine Peter starts muttering and talking in his drunken state. "Tony." "Yeah, Tony is here, kiddo," the man grabs his hand but Peter pulls away. The other Avengers approached them quietly. "Go away." "Yeah, sorry, buddy, no can do." "I'm having fun!" "Can't you have fun on the ground!" The boy giggles and does a somersault, nearly falling on his head.

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Tony loses about five year off his life watching Peter do that somersault. “Hey bud do you want to go down to the lab and see your new suit?” “The iron spider. I’ve seen that one already mister starks. It’s cool!” “No bud this is even a cooler one!”

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Peter raises an eyebrow. "Cooler one?" "Yes, much cooler and much more awesome," Tony nods. Peter looks wary but then crouches. Tony immediately offers him his hands. "That' it, good, then another leg."

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Peter gets into his feet but as soon as he takes a step, nearly falls on his face and yeah, gets the attention of all the guests."Kid, what the hell did you drink?" Tony hisses and the boy waves his hand. "Nothing-" "Don't try that trick with me, you are completely wasted!"

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Peter huffs and tries to walk away but Tony has a good grip on him and steers him towards the elevator. “Lemme go!”

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Tony takes them to the penthouse, the private living room and turns the boy so  they are face to face. "What the hell has gotten into you?!" Peter tries to get away. "No! We are talking this over!"

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"I don't want to!" Peter fights back. "Kid, you got drunk under my roof! Do you have any kind of idea I could get into trouble?"

"Oh, so that is what you care about," Peter hissed. "It's always you, you you! When is it about me!" Tony steeled his gaze and felt like slapping the boy. Maybe it would sober him up. "Alright, kid, stage is yours. Why did you drink?"

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"Because I want to damn it! You did it too when you were even  younger me! I've seen all the pictures! Don't act like you care now!" Peter pushes him away and stumbles against the coffee table as he tries to run.

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"And don't you start that act!" Tony grabbed him again and held him upright. "Don't you dare say I don't care! Who held you when you cried yourself to sleep day after day? Who made countless excuses to school when you didn't want to get out of bed? Who made sure you ate at least once every day?"

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"Nobody asked you to. Just leave me alone!" Peter pulls away from him and Tony can see the tears running down the kid's face. Peter manages to get away from Tony and stumble once more but this time he trips and smashes the side of his head against the coffee table.

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"Peter!" Tony is by the boy's side in a second. Peter curled up and muttered a quiet 'ow'. "Okay, up you go," The man pulled the boy into a sitting position and touched his head. "Good, you're not bleeding but that is going to leave a bump." "Don't care," Peter muttered. "But I care. C'mon," He helped the boy onto the couch and fetched an icebag. He wrapped it into a towel and held it against the boy's head

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He helps Peter lay down on the couch and continues to press the ice to his head. Peter seems to have been knocked out of his element by that hit and Tony uses it to his advantage. "Come on, buddy. Talk to me. I know that you know I care about you, kiddo and I want to help with whatevers going on."

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"You can't help me," Peter whispers. "Try me. Peter, there really isn't anything I haven't faced during my life." The boy is silent and Tony lifts the ice bag, the bump is growing bigger. "Have you been drinking or was this the first time?"

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Peter looks ashamed when he replies, "No, this wasn't the first time." Tony sighs, pressing the bag to Peter's bump once more. "When did this start, buddy?" "A few weeks ago, maybe two months. I don't know I can't remember that well."

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"Alright," Tony nods to hide his shock. "A few months, we can work with that. How much do you drink? How often?" Peter sniffs and curls into a fetal position. "I- it started with just shots, not too often but then- I don't know, it made me feel better. I started drinking more." "Beer or liquors?" "Both." "Have you ever been this drunk before?"

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"Worse." Tony can see the tears rolling down Peter's face. "Oh, buddy." He's angry, that's for sure, but he doesn't want to show that side of him to Peter right now. Something tells him that he needs to give all the support and comfort he can right now.

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"Shh," He lays down behind the boy and pulls him close, at least the couch was large and comfortable. "It' okay, kiddo." "It's not!" Peter cried and pulled at his hair. "I'm a failure!" "You told me what is wrong. That takes so much courage," Tony should know, it had taken him decades to start combating his alcoholism. "You should hate me," Peter sniffled and tried to get out from the hold.

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"Never. That's literally impossible." Tony wrapped his arms tighter, making sure that Peter wouldn't be able to escape. "I was a mess in front of everybody. They're never going to forget it and now they know I'm just a drunk."

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"You're not," Peter shook his head. Tony smiled. "You're neither. Peter, this is a sickness and it can be beaten." Peter burrowed closer to his mentor. "I don't feel like it can." "You just need to believe in it." "What if I don't want to?" Peter whispered. "What if I want to keep drinking?"

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“That’s not gonna be possible, buddy because I care about you and I have to keep you safe . I know yuh want to trust me I know but it’s not safe for you right now. But You’re not gonna be alone bud I promise.

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"You really won't give up," Peter groaned and tried to sit up. Tony frowned: "What is it?" "Feel sick," Peter gulped and turned whiter. "Okay," Tony was immediately standing up and helping the boy. "Try to keep it in till we get to the bathroom, okay?"

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Peter just nodded his head not trusting himself to talk. Tony all but carried him to the bathroom where he threw up. Luckily it all mostly went into the toilet bowl. Tony sighed kneeling down next to Peter and rubbing his back. “Let it all out bud.”

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There was a knock on the door just as Tony was wiping Peter's face and shirt with a wet towel. "We're okay!" Tony called. "Do you need anything?" Steve's voice sounded and Tony got up, ruffling Peter's hair gently before opening the door. He glanced that Peter was still sitting by the toilet and stepped outside. "Could you get Peter's bed ready: bucket, maybe some towels, water, gatorade, you know the drill?"

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“No problem. Want me to get Bruce up here?” Tony glanced over at Peter who looked pale and drained of all energy right now. “Not right now. Kid just needs to sleep this off, hopefully.” Tony helped peter to his feet after getting him cleaned up holding the kid steady. “Come on, kiddo. Bedtime for you.”

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Tony walked Peter towards the upper level where Peter's room was in Tony's suite. It had been one of May's conditions because Peter was still a kid and needed supervision. Not that Tony objected. "My throat hurts," Peter coughed and Tony pulled him closer to his side. "I can imagine, bringing up tequila is not fun. What else did you drink? I need to know but I couldn't really tell it from the color."

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“I don’t know. I think it was vodka with something else mixed in.” Tony muttered underneath his breath “must have been something alright.” They got to Peters room were Steve was finishing up setting up his bed.

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"Hey," Steve whispered and pulled the covers back. "You doing okay, Peter?" Peter shrugged and noticed the night clothes Steve had set on a chair. "Okay, kiddo, let's get you into something more comfortable." Steve discreetly turned his face away while Tony stripped the boy. The soldier focused on making sure the area around the bucket was covered with old newspapers.

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Peter felt like absolute crap as Tony started stripping him down and dressing him in pajamas like he was a little kid. He supposed this shame was what he deserved after tonight. “Come on, bud.” Tony finished tying his sleeping pants before turning Peter around and helping him into bed.

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"Here," Tony opened a bottle of water. "Have some of this." Peter took a sip and realized how thirsty he really was. He downed half the bottle in one go and Tony chuckled. "Okay, good," He set the bottle on the nightstand and covered Peter up to his waist. The boy turned on his stomach and was out like a light in a second. Tony frowned, he had to keep an eye on the kid. Steve rubbed his neck. "So, what is this about? Peter sneaked into your liquor cabinet?"

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“More like raided the damn thing. He’s gonna be feeling the shit tomorrow morning.” Tony took a seat on to the armchair next to the bed and rubbed his face. “What led him to do that. He’s  a good kid. I’d never think he’d go around drinking underage.”

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Steve shrugged: "He is still a good kid, just made a poor decision." "Or several poor decisions," Tony muttered and watched how Peter's back rose and fell with breaths. "Maybe he took influence from us? He spends so much time with adults and yeah, he has complained many times how he is the only one who can't drink," Steve suggested hopelessly.

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“Maybe but there might be more going on. No one goes all out like this just to have a little bit of fun with the rest of the adults.” Steve nodded his head to Tony’s words. “You need anything else before I head out. I assume you’re gonna be sleeping here for the night.”

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"Yeah, I don't dare leave him alone," Tony said, his eyes on the boy. "FRIDAY monitors him but she can't physically do anything if he starts choking in his vomit." "I don't think that is going to happen," Steve frowned but Tony shook his head. "Don't be so sure. He is a kid and drank way too much." "Are you sure you don't want Bruce to check him up?"

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Tony sighed rubbing his face, “I don’t see the harm in him doing so. If anything happened to him tonight I don’t think I’d forgive myself for not having him checked our earlier.” Steve nodded his head in agreement, “I’ll go grab him.”

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Tony only had to wait for five minutes but during that short time, Peter woke up with a gurgle and threw up the water he had drunk. "It's okay," Tony muttered as he rubbed the boy's back. Peter coughed pitifully and laid on the bed in a dead heap. Bruce opened the door and saw the pitiful sight. He cleared his throat. "I heard Peter is not feeling too hot?"

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“You could say that. Did Steve tell you what’s going on?” Tony kept his hand buried in Peters curls trying to give him some kid of comfort while the kid whimpered. Surely because of how bad his stomach and throat were burning now. Bruce approaches the bed a frown on his face “I got the important details down.”

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"Yeah, let's save the serious talk until Peter is out of danger," Tony whispered and turned his face to Peter. "Hey, bud, Brucie is here to check up on you. Maybe he'll give you some of the good stuff." "Don't promise anything for me, Tony," Bruce snapped and sat on the bed. He checked the boy's pulse and with Tony's help turned the boy on his back.

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“Nooo,” Peter whined as he was turned around, jostling his stomach and and head. “You’re okay, Peter. Bruce just has to take a look at you okay?” Tony sweeper his hair back watching as Brice grabbed a penlight from the medical kit he brought with him. “Can you open your eyes for me, kiddo? Looks like you took a big fall in the living room.”

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Peter shook his head but Bruce pulled his eyelid up nevertheless. "Good," the man said after the short check-up. "Yeah, seems like you don't have a concussion but you might still feel sore." Tony breathed out in relief, the one thing that would have made this night was a brain bleed. "I'm gonna take your blood pressure so just relax."

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“M’tired,” Peter complained as Bruce took one of his arms and wrapped the blood pressure cuff around starting to squeeze it tight. “I bet you are bud, Bruce is almost done kiddo. Bet he just has to check a few more things but you can rest in the meanwhile kiddo.” Peter sighed after Tony’s words and just let his eyes close and drifted off quickly. “Can we get him rolled over to his side. I want to check his lungs.” Bruce asked and Tony cooed gently as he turned Peter over and the kid immediately lifted his head and put it on Tony’s lap.

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Tony couldn't a tender smile. He placed a soft kiss on the boy's hair: "Little sleepy head." Bruce closed his eyes as he tried to focus on the boy's breathing and any abnormalities. Finally Tony saw Bruce relax, but only slightly. "His lungs are clear." "So-" "He is not in any immediate danger," Bruce began putting his equipment away. "He needs monitoring for the night since it's his first time drinking and we don't know-" "It's not," Tony considered Bruce a close friend, and he needed some support.

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Bruce raised an eyebrow and Tony told him everything. “Jesus,” Bruce muttered as he learned everything and glanced down at the kid that he thought he knew well. Apparently the kid had a few demons he was trying to hide away. “We’re gonna get him help, Tony. We will all be there for him. You’re doing a great job now and whatever lead to this is not your fault.  Let’s try to get him through the night for now. Do you want me to stay? Otherwise I’ll come in a few hours and check him again.”

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Tony fought to keep the tears at bay. "No, you can go to sleep, Peter wouldn

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wouldn't want everyone to see him like this." He took in a deep breath. "I should have noticed something was wrong. There were signs but I thought it was just hormones or whatever the crap teens go through." Bruce listened intently. "You couldn't have known, Tony." "He couldn't talk to me." "But he told you now," Bruce pointed out. "Maybe it took him a while but he told you he needed help." "Not in those words," Tony shook his head. "He says he doesn't want to quit drinking."

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“Probably because he feels like he can’t or doesn’t have the power to. He just needs to know that you’ll help him through it. That we all will and once he understands that then he can start getting over this. He just needs all the support he can have right now.” Tony sniffled and nodded his head. Bruce left a few minutes after promising to come back in a few hours.

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Tony waited till the few tears rolling down his face had dried out. He stood up and made sure Peter was supported with pillows. The kid looked comfortable but unconscious, Tony had to check his breathing and pulse again to calm his mind. He stroked the kid's hair for a few minutes and Peter made slight voice in the back of his throat.

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“Shh, you’re okay kiddo.” Tony pressed a kiss to his forehead and it seemed to calm Peter down. He tucked the blankets around the kid before laying down next to him. Peter unconsciously curled around Tony who wrapped his arms around him.

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"There you go," Tony whispered. "Nice and warm." He stroked the kid's hair and hummed quietly into his ear. Peter seemed to enjoy it. The man rested but couldn't not fall to sleep. The slightest noise Peter made woke him up and prepared him to dash for the bucket if the need arose. Peter slept for an hour until he started throwing up again.

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Tony sat up and quickly grabbed the bucket and directed Peter into throwing up in there instead. Thankfully it looked like Peter had only managed to make a mess of the blankets and not any of his clothes which would make the clean up process easier. “Let it out buddy. It’s okay” Tony cooed rubbing circles in Peters back.

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Peter gagged and brought up more of his stomach contents. Finally the boy seemed to be done for the moment and passed out. Tony guided him gently to lie on his back on the bed. First he checked the kid's breathing and yes, it was still steady. Tony was still worried, the boy's condition seemed to be worsening. Or maybe he just imagined it all because it was his kid that was sick.

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Tony thought to wait and see where the next hour would take them. He tucked Peter back into bed after getting a new blanket and throwing the other into the laundry. He told Friday to keep monitoring Peter as he laid back down next to the kid but didn’t sleep. It was only about fifteen minutes later that Peter started gagging again.

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"Oh, come on!" Tony muttered to the heavens as he pulled the boy into a sitting position, before Peter would choke. He grabbed the bucket and leaned the boy's head over it. "Come on, all out, kiddo. All out." He patted Peter's back and tried to get the boy to cough harder. The kid was limp and vomit dripped out of his mouth.

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He directed Friday send a message to Bruce. Peter was quickly getting dehydrated and if nothing else he needed to be on a saline drip a few hours ago. Peter kept whimpering as the last drops of vomit made their way into the bucket before he just fell into Tony’s arms.

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"That's good," Tony rubbed the boy's back as he set the bucket on the floor. "You're doing so good, kiddo." Peter coughed weakly and Tony pulled him against his chest. The kid's lips were chapped and the boy smelled. "You want some water?" He took a bottle and helped Peter drink it. Or tried to. "Kiddo, hey, focus," He dripped water on the boy's lips and into his mouth.

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A little bit of the water spilled out the side of his mouth and Tony wiped it away. "M'sorry." Peter mumbled as he pressed his face against Tony's chest. "Don't be sorry, bud." Tony stroked the kid's hair and rubbed his back til Bruce came back up to the room, with his medical bag and IV supplies.

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"How are you doing, Peter?" Bruce smiled weakly. "Crappy," The boy coughed and winced as his throat hurt. "He's been throwing up a lot," Tony added and adjusted his hold on Peter. "Yes, that is to be expected. Have you gotten him to drink anything?" "Tried some water, wouldn't swallow any," Tony looked worriedly as the boy teetered on the edge of consciousness. "Try to stay with us for a moment, kiddo. Brucie is making you feel better." "No," Peter shook his head and shivered. "Don't-"

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“We got to bud.” Tony left no room for argument in his tone. “Let’s get the IV started at least because with how much he’s thrown up he’s gotta to be really dehydrated right now. Then we can focus on everything else.” Bruce said as he got everything ready.

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"No," The boy shook his head weakly. Tony gripped him tighter. "Kiddo, it will make you feel better, trust me." Bruce cleaned the back of the boy's hand with alcohol. Peter gagged at the smell. "FRIDAY, open a window slightly." Bruce approached the boy with a needle. "Now, Peter, it's only a small pinch, you know the drill." Peter jerked his hand away. Tony grabbed it. "Remember the trick, look at the wall and breathe deeply." "Don't want it," Peter shook his head. "Don't- Not worth it."

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“If it’s going to make you feel better then it is absolutely worth it. Your health is important Peter.” Peter moaned after Tony’s words and Tony took his hand once more and gently held it out for Banner. “Quick pinch” even with the warning from Brice Peter still cried out the needle was inserted and Tony cooed softly.

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"There, there," The man stroked the boy's hair. "You did so well, Petey." Bruce finished setting the IV and hang a bag of saline solution from a metal pole. "There, you'll feel better soon." "Your body just needs some salt," Tony nodded and rubbed the boy's arm. "You can tap out again." Peter still had tears in his eyes. "A drink would help," He whispered. Tony raised an eyebrow. "You ready to try some water?" "No," The boy shivered. "Stronger. Maybe tequila." Tony grasped the boy tighter. "You seriously have the balls to ask me that?!"

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Peter whimpered at the stronger hold and Bruce reaches over placing a hand on Tony’s shoulder. “You’re holding him too tight Tony. Ease up just a little.” Tony however was growing red in the face. “No! Didn’t you hear what he just said?! After everything?!”

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"I heard him but right now you are hurting him," Bruce's gaze was hard and Tony obeyed him, no matter how difficult it was. Bruce then turned to Peter. "We will not deal with your psyche tonight but know that what you are saying is concerning." "I don't care," Peter shook his head. "I want to drink. Makes me feel better."

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“Trust me one day it will stop making you feel better.” Tony told him before laying him back down on the bed. Bruce was sighing as he got the rest of his things out. “The medicine I’m gonna give him for nausea is gonna knock him out pretty good Tony.” “Good he needs the rest and I don’t need to bear him talk about drinking any more.”

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"It's important to listen," Bruce said as he took out an injection and began to measure the medication. "He is reaching out, means he is suffering and needs help." "But it hurts," Tony whispered. "You're my kiddo, Peter. And I love you so much," He kissed the boy's hair and Peter coughed miserably. He shivered and Tony wrapped him up in a blanket.

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Tony directed Friday to increase the temperature in the room. “Is him feeling this cold normal? Or is he coming down with something else? Shit you don’t think he has a fever?” Tony looked worried and helpless as he turned to his friend hoping that Bruce could give him some answers.

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"This is not ideal but normal," Bruce frowned. "Alcohol poisoning can cause hypothermia but only in extreme circumstances," the man added at Tony's shocked expression. "We just need to tuck him in. This will heal itself as soon as his body is rid of the liquor." "I can't imagine how he could have any left in his stomach," Tony muttered as he helped Peter lay down on the bed and covered him up to his neck.

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“We’ll let the medicine do its job for right now. He should sleep through the rest of the night and most of the morning. He needs a second dose in a few hours though. Do you think you’ll be able to handle it or want me to come back later?” Tony looked at the dark circles underneath his friends eyes and frowned. He had done enough IVs in his life that he knew he could handle it. “That’s fine. I can do it. You get some sleep.”

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"Are you sure?" Bruce checked further. Tony nodded and his friend left the extra medicine plus instructions and made Tony swear he would call him if anything happened. "Goodnight, Peter," Bruce patted the boy's knee. "Feel better." Tony sighed as the door closed. He laid down on the bed beside his kid and wrapped an arm around the boy's chest. "Rest up, okay. We're gonna have a serious talk tomorrow."

[chemicalmagecraft]

I Would Totally Kick Jiraiya’s Butt Chapter 1

A/N: So this has a funny story behind it. I've been binge watching all of Naruto Shippuden recently and around the time when I got to the part where (spoiler alert) Jiraiya died, my English teacher had us answer a question that was something along the lines of "If you could live in a fictional universe, which would it be?" So, naturally, due to a combination of the revelations about Jiraiya lowering my already low opinion of him and someone making me think about self-insert fanfics, I decided to write this. Hopefully, I don't fail horribly like a lot of SI fics. Still, I would very much appreciate any feedback so as not to end up with a horrible SI sue fic. That being said, story me is going to train a lot because real life me has no life so why would story me.

TL;DR: I hate Jiraiya.

P.S. I was originally going to call this fic I Would Totally Kick Jiraiya's Ass, but apparently that's against rules...

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The village was devastated. So many of the buildings were smashed, and so many people had lost their lives to the Kyubi. Entire squads of ninja were needed to sift through the wreckage for any survivors. It is with two of these ninja that our story starts. "This destruction..." one ninja said. "It's unreal... How could this happen?"

"The nine-tailed demon fox," the other ninja replied brusquely. "That damned fox killed people by stepping on them. What else would happen when it went on a rampage? Now come on, we need to clear this whole sector in an hour."

"Do you hear that?" the first ninja asked. The second ninja stopped talking and listened for a bit.

"Is that... a baby crying?" he said. They both hurried to where the sound seemed to be coming from. A ray of light pierced the clouds to fall down on a blanket on top of a large piece of rubble. One of the ninja lifted up the blanket to reveal... a log. The other ninja rolled his eyes and picked up the baby lying on another piece of rubble. The child, a boy, couldn't have been more than a few months old. He had a thick head of brown hair and dark marks under his eyes. The ninja rocked the baby, and he stopped crying. He opened his hazel eyes and cooed at the sight of the man. "Found the baby. Let's take him to the other survivors. Hopefully one of the survivors is looking for him."

"And if not?"

"Then the kid's going to be in for a rough childhood."

"Well just in case, let's give him a name."

"Kouki." (Koh-key. Has kanji for either light or happiness and either light or hope)

"Why?"

"If he needs the name, then he's gonna need what it means more."

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I plopped down on my bed and groaned. One moment I was writing the assignment thinking about how I would totally beat up Jiraiya if I was in Naruto and in the next three years had passed and I was a small child in a Konohagakure orphanage. I immediately recognized this as the start of a self-insert fanfiction because I know myself. 

"Really, Me?" I asked. "You just had to write an SI." If I'm going to be doing this, I'm sooo going to fourth-wall break. "You'd better give me a good reason for knowing the future so I don't get thrown in an insane asylum." I paused. "Does Konoha even have insane asylums? Thinking about it, they don't really seem to have any form of psychological therapy, what with how nobody helped any of the various orphans in Naruto. Or Hinata, for that matter. Where was I again? Oh, right! I could also use a way to refresh myself on the timing of things, Me." I licked my lips. "Well," I said, "seems that habit followed me here. I should probably cut down on it or people might think I'm the secret child of Orochimaru and... I don't know, Tsuyu Asui?" 

I thought about that for a moment and groaned again. "Thanks for that mental image, brain. That was almost as bad as that one horrible dream I had where Naruto and Jiraiya were..." I trailed off, screamed, stood up, and walked to the nearest wall, which I immediately started banging my head on. As I did that, an older orphan came in the room.

"What are you doing?" he asked me.

"Punishing my brain," I stopped to answer.

"Why?"

"Because it needs to be punished."

"O...kay... just... don't hurt yourself?" He walked away, muttering, "Weirdo."

Once I decided that my brain had been punished enough (I took the headache as a sign of surrender), I plopped back down on my bed. "What now?" I said to myself. A leaf drifted through an open window and landed on my forehead. It was at this moment that I realized that I somehow knew how to mold and use chakra to some degree as if it was instinctual. "Plus ultra, I guess." I started channeling chakra into the leaf on my forehead, hoping that I was doing the chakra exercise right.

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I collapsed, water splashing slightly as I fell on its surface. It had been a little over a month and my complete and utter lack of a life had served me well in my quest for power. I'd managed to slip off to a secluded area of woods with a lazy and shallow river where I'd spent a great deal of time mercilessly training myself in the ways of sticking leaves to myself, only stopping for a rest and snack break when I started to get tired. At first, I couldn't do too much because, as a child of a little over three years, my chakra reserves were limited (though I think that my reserves were also higher than they should have been due to me having the mental energy of a teenager). Of course, practice makes perfect, so I soon found myself able to use more chakra at once. Once I could hold multiple leaves on multiple parts of my body simultaneously for a few seconds, I upgraded to tree climbing. While I didn't have any kunai to mark my progress, I'd figured out how to channel chakra through my fingernails to leave small scratches in the bark without harming my nails, which I ended up calling Cat Claws Jutsu. Once I was able to walk up trees like I was walking on the ground and also stick leaves to myself while doing it, I took a day for rest (chakra exhaustion sucks) and then started on water walking. 

That... that involved much more getting wet than I'd like to admit... Eventually, however, I'd managed to get water walking down pat and included leaves in it as well, which is what I had just finished at that point. I got up, figuring that laying down on the water is probably a bad idea, and got to solid ground before plopping down on the grass. As I did, the leaves that had been clinging to my skin fell off. I pulled out the apple I'd brought as a snack. Mmm, fuji apples. When I was done devouring the fruit, I licked my lips, wrapped the core in the napkin I'd stored it in, and lay there for a bit. I breathed in the nice, Springy air. So far as I knew, the Land of Fire was constantly warm, which is how it got its name. I certainly wasn't complaining; I like it hot. Once I'd caught my breath and had time to rest, I picked up one of the leaves I'd been using for training. "Time for some advanced training," I said. I sandwiched the leaf between my palms, closed my eyes, and focused. "Two fronts grinding against each other," I thought. Snip. I opened my hands, revealing that the leaf had developed a small cut on it, as if someone had cut it with a pair of scissors. "It's a start," I said.

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When I started with wind chakra, I decided to start doing light exercise not related to chakra. I didn't want to do too much because I had once heard something about lifting weights as a child stunting growth or something. It probably wasn't as big of a problem in a world where Rock friggin Lee can exist, but I still wanted to be careful. I just did some light jogging (while collecting and attempting to cut leaves), sit-ups (while attempting to cut leaves), and push-ups (fun fact: it is very hard to cut leaves with wind chakra while doing push-ups, but not impossible). It was on a jog around the playground near the orphanage that everyone played in that I saw him. A blonde boy with markings on his cheeks sitting alone by a tree. All of the other kids were ignoring him. 

I distantly remembered a time when one of the adults from the orphanage took us all aside and told us that he was a demon and we shouldn't play with him. It was before my past life memories came in... or however that worked... but now it made it all the more real what Naruto went through. I was already going to try to befriend Naruto, but now I really wanted to do something. I walked over to the other side of the tree Naruto was sitting at and looked around to see if anyone was looking. When I saw that nobody was, I muttered "Cat Claws Jutsu" and started using my claws to get a good grip on the tree. I could have just used the regular tree walking, but I was trying to be discreet so as to not have people asking why I knew ninja techniques. I did, however, use the tree walking to grip with my feet. Once I was situated on a branch above Naruto, I looked around to see if anyone was looking. It seemed not. Apparently, tree-climbing in a ninja village full of trees that was founded by a tree-man is a very uninteresting sight. Who knew? I licked my lips, took a deep breath, and said, "Hi, there," to him. When he looked up, I gave a small but friendly smile and waved. "My name's Kouki, what's yours?" I mean, I already knew his name, but it's not like I could tell him that.

He sniffed and said "Naruto." I noticed that his eyes were all red (not Kyuubi red, irritated red) and puffy. "Why are you here?"

I jumped down, using a light burst of wind chakra to cushion my fall, and said, "Everybody avoids you, so I felt like you might want somebody to play with." I sat down next to him. "People avoid me, too. I think it's because I don't talk to people much, look like I'm really bored most of the time, and have really freaky eye markings." For whatever reason, I had black markings with a white dot under and offset to the outer side of each eye, which in real life was just permanent dark shadows under my eyes and... what were they, freckles? Beauty marks? I had dot markings under each eye. I guess author me's basis for that was the fact that several people in Naruto had what appeared to be biological, and in some cases hereditary, markings not directly related to being the prison for a demonic monster. For example, the Inuzuka, the Akimichi, Jiraiyass, Orochimaru, and the second and third Hokage. "I'm fine with being alone, but I had a feeling you aren't. Wanna be friends?"

He gasped, then gave me a bright smile. His eyes began to water and he gave me a hug. I patted him on the back and just let him hug it out. When he was done, he asked, "What do friends do?"

"I... don't know. I guess maybe I show you something cool?"

"Like what?" I pulled a leaf from my pocket and cut it in half. He gasped. "Cool! How'd you do that?"

"When I grow up, I wanna be a ninja. I managed to find out how to do some stuff with chakra. That's apparently an advanced technique that grants you wind powers."

He looked confused at that. "How does cutting a leaf give you wind powers?"

"It's more like it's the easiest use of wind chakra or something. Doing it lets you practice wind chakra so you can do more advanced stuff."

He beamed at me. "Can you teach me?"

I smiled and said, "There were a lot of steps involved in learning how to do it. I had to do a bunch of other special exercises before I could do it." He pouted. "Buuut, if you do exactly what I tell you and don't question it, I can teach you some cool stuff." He nodded vigorously.

"I'm gonna be Hokage someday! Knowing how to use chakra stuff would be great!" I smiled. The was no doubt in his words. It was as if he already knew he would be Hokage, and the world just had to catch up.

I bowed. "Very well, then, Hokage-sama. Let the training montage begin."

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"Whoa!" Naruto said. He was staring at the small tree that I had just felled with a few quick swipes.

"That's what I can teach you," I said with a smug grin as I put my hands in my pockets. "Before that, though, I have some rules that I have for you. First, I don't think that non-ninja are supposed to use jutsu in public, so please don't do stuff like this until you're in the academy at least. Second, even when you do use chakra, please be careful with it." I kicked the tree that I'd just killed. "You can do some serious damage. Third, if you start to feel tired, stop using your chakra unless you absolutely have to. It's a combination of mental and physical energy, meaning it uses your life force. You do the math. Got that?" He nodded eagerly. "Good. Now, for your first task," I picked a leaf off of the tree and gave it to him, "use chakra to stick this leaf to your body."

Naruto groaned. "That's so boring!"

I narrowed my eyes and said, "I told you to do exactly what I say. This is a chakra exercise. It lets you practice in the use of chakra. It's just the first step in what I have to teach you." I walked up a nearby tree. "Get good enough with it and I get to teach you the next trick." I looked at him expectantly. He stared at the leaf, then placed it on the palm of his hand. He then channeled enough chakra into it that it started glowing blue slightly. He flipped his palm over so that the leaf should've fallen over, but it didn't. I dropped to the ground and inspected the leaf. It was a little unsteady, but holding. I guess he was having an easier time controlling his chakra because he hadn't yet developed stupid amounts of it. "Rein it in slightly. Other than that, it seems fine. I'm going to do my stuff. Once you think you're good with one, add another. Do that until I say you're ready."

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"You're ready," I told him with a laugh a few days later. His arms were covered in leaves. "Take a little break and I'll teach you the next step."

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It continued like that for a while. I don't know how long it lasted for, but by the time Naruto started with leaf cutting, I saw... was he the Raikage? The one guy who Hiashi Hyuuga called the head ninja of Kumogakure when he was talking about the incident with Hinata's kidnapping. I saw that jerk walking down the streets. I managed to find out from a nearby villager that it was December 27th, Hinata's birthday, and he was going to sign the peace treaty with Konoha. I decided that I would help stop the incident in whatever way I could, seeing as that was pretty much where everything started to go wrong in Hinata's life and I could hopefully stop it. I was thinking about how I could sneak my way into the Hyuuga compound when I got a splitting headache and a tingly feeling in my eyeballs. When I opened my eyes, I could see... myself sneaking into the compound and finding the Raikage in Hinata's room. It was like that one hint stone in Skyward Sword, where you could see a cutscene of what you had to do, except really trippy because it was in real life. I looked in the general direction of the fourth wall and said, "Well that's a deus ex machina and a half, Me. Thanks, I'll make good use of the intel." 

I quickly found Naruto, told him that I had to do something and that he should continue with the leaf-cutting practice until I got back. He was making decent progress with it. His leaves were already cut almost halfway through. I then began with the path that I'd seen. When I finally managed to sneak in, it was already dark. I went to the spot on the fence I'd seen myself brooding in the vision when I saw the enemy in my vision. Thankfully, I was just in time to see the man dressed in all black sneak up to Hinata's room. I licked my lips as I thought for a second about what I could do, but quickly decided with a silent "Screw it." "HYUUGA HIASHI!" I screamed. "A MASKED MAN IS TRYING TO KIDNAP YOUR DAUGHTER! MAKE SURE TO CAPTURE HIM ALIVE, THOUGH, OR HIS VILLAGE WILL DEMAND YOUR HEAD OR START A WAR!"

"WHAT!?" a man who I assume was Hiashi screamed.

"I SAID THAT A MAN IS TRYING TO KIDNAP YOUR DAUGHTER! PROBABLY FOR HER EYES! AND IF YOU KILL HIM HIS VILLAGE WILL DEMAND YOUR CORPSE FOR YOUR EYES! PLEASE HURRY! I'M PRETTY SURE HE'S ABOUT TO KILL ME FOR RUINING HIS PLANS AND I DON'T FEEL LIKE DYING SO SOON!" As I was shouting at him, the masked man came out and started making a few hand seals. I jumped off of the fence and made a single seal of my own (dragon seal, the only one I knew enough to use) and started molding wind chakra.

"Lightning Release: Lightning Shot!" He shot a bolt of lightning chakra out of his hand at me.

"Wind Release: Mini Air Slashes!" I countered by making small slashing motions with my index fingers. Small blades of air spawned from my fingers and rammed straight into the lightning. After most of the slashes dissipated while expending some of the lightning, the remaining one cut straight through the weakened jutsu and cut slightly into his chest. I breathed a sigh of relief and licked my lips. That wouldn't have worked if he hadn't underestimated me, though to be fair not many small children can make air slashes, whatever the size. I dashed in close to him and activated my other wind jutsu. "Wind Release: Dragon Claws." Before I could attack him, I saw him punch me in the chest, but... he hadn't punched me yet. His fist came at me and I ducked away from it. As I dodged I swiped at his leg, hoping that I could distract him if I made enough cuts. What really happened... it was both better and worse than I was hoping for...

Squelch. "GYAAAAH!" the man screamed as blood spouted everywhere. I stopped in my tracks. Even in the dim light, I definitely saw his leg fall off.

"What?" I turned around to see several Hyuuga ninja staring at me. I made to answer but was suddenly overtaken by a wave of fatigue and dizziness. Chakra exhaustion. "How did you get here? How did you do that?" The ninja in the lead, Hiashi, asked me.

I just barely managed to grin and say, "I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said I could see the future?" before my eyes rolled back in my head and I passed out.

I guess the first chapter ends with a cliffhanger...

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A/N: Yeah... sorry for not doing another episode of Gamer Hero Deku next, but inspiration can be annoyingly fickle at times and I actually really enjoy the direction that this is eventually going to go in, so yeah... Also, sorry to those who SI isn't their cup of tea. I personally like fanfics where people know future events in some way and use that knowledge to mess around with canon, though. As you could probably see, though, Kouki isn't your average boy. Beyond the SI, anyways. See ya next time!

[thirdverse-blog]

trust

a/n: not edited yet, i’m way too tired to do so rn and i had major chris feels whilst writing this :-(

request: yep!

summary: in which you’re william’s younger sister and have a major crush on chris.

pairing: chris and female reader

word count: 2,3k!!!!

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Being William’s little sister was hard and it was even harder when you had a major crush on his best friend. Y/N had had a major crush on Chris since the day she had met him. She found him extremely attractive (like most of the girls did), but he wasn’t only a good looking guy. The way he talked to everyone was somehow so fascinating, which made her sure of him being an attractive person also personality wise.

The only problem was that she couldn’t make a move on him. He was her older brother’s best friend, he was a senior and she didn’t know how he felt. It was all so frustrating to her, having to constantly bottle up her feelings towards the boy was tiring.

Little did she know, Chris felt the same way. He found Y/N pretty and he thought she had the cutest little personality. If she was any other girl in his school, he would’ve have made a move on her a long time ago but she was William’s little sister. Chris would bet good money that William wouldn’t be so happy of him going out with his little sister when he knows his reputation and how he had treated some girls in the past. Also he didn’t know if she liked him back and Chris didn't know how to take rejection since so far in his life it had never happened.

Chris did his best to push his feelings aside, but it was hard when Y/N flirted with all of the guys in the bus. They all came up to him to talk about it, shutting up as soon as William came. It made him feel unbelievably mad, it was only about time when he’ll snap.

Y/N was doing her homework, when suddenly William barged in her room. She gave him a quizzical look, since he was almost never home nowadays.

”Listen, I’ll have a party here. You’ve got to leave and go to a friends place.” He said calmly looking around in her room, he looked like it was the first time he had seen her room.

”I don’t want to go, I’ll stay here and join the party.” Y/N didn’t like when he told her what to do, especially when it came to social events. Or events in general where she’d have the chance to see Chris.

William was taken aback by her words, since she barely spoke up for herself when it was the right time. Usually she did it afterwards. A smile crept on his face, feeling low-key proud of his lil sis.

”You won’t drink too much then? Or hook up with someone?”

”Nah, but by all means William you’re not my mom so it’s not up to you to decide that for me either way. You have a party, I’ll be here. Kind of a package deal you know?” She said and poked her tongue out at her brother. They were both really stubborn from time to time.

”Yeah I know, but I swear to lucifer I’ll kick some ass if I find you in bed with someone else than the girls you usually hang out with.” He mumbled out and left the room, Y/N grinning like an idiot since she had just won a small argument that was with William.

It didn’t take her long to take her phone out and text the bus to come over to this party, her homework now long forgotten. They all agreed, Noora seeming more skeptical than the others but agreed on coming anyway. Y/N felt happy, going over to her closet to pick out an outfit for the night.

After about thirty minutes, she had settled down on wearing a basic black skirt and a long sleeved top. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, examining it. She had to admit that she looked really fucking good.

Time flew by, the house now fully packed with horny teenagers who were looking to get drunk. Y/N had had a couple drinks too, nothing major though. Eva, Sana and Vilde disappeared moments after they had walked in, Y/N not putting too much thought in it.

Then she saw him. It was like a scene from a romantic comedy where the boy sees the girl in a crowd, joy immediately taking over only this way it was the other way around. Y/N was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't notice that Vilde had sat next to her on the couch.

”You’re staring at him you know?” Vilde took a sip from her drink, trying to cover up her smile. She didn’t succeed in that.

”Definitely not! Just looking at his shirt pretty sure it’s William’s.” Y/N laughed nervously at the girl sitting next to her, anxiously chewing on her lip.

”I don’t like to see you like this, especially when it’s a party! You should loosen up, go make out with a guy or try to gain Chris’ attention by doing so?” Vilde suggested and gave Y/N a sympathetic smile. Y/N liked the thought of trying to gain his attention, no lying needed there. In fact, in the last few parties she had only done some stuff to get his attention (which was pretty dumb), but it didn’t work out the way she wanted to. This maybe was her chance to finally succeed in this little ’project’ of hers.

”You’re right, thanks Vilde.” Y/N got up and made her way to the crowd trying to find a guy that she already knew. She bumped into someone, the drink that previously was in her hand now on the floor. Y/N mumbled out a ’sorry’, not daring to look up.

”It’s okay, don’t worry about it that much.” The voice was soft but at the same time quite deep. Y/N was about to walk away when the person spoke up again. ”You’re William’s little sister, right?”

She turned to look at the guy and nodded slowly.

”Man you’re much prettier than I imagined you’d be. Nice to meet you by the way.” He said and sent out a wink in her way. She could feel her cheeks slightly heat up before confidence took over and she stayed there to talk to the random guy.

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Out of all the parties Chris had attended, this must’ve been the most uneventful for him. He hadn’t even bothered to try to flirt with girls, when all he had in mind was Y/N. He knew for a fact that she was here, since William had told him before hand to kick the ’living crap out of the guys who make a move on her’. Chris couldn’t imagine her hooking up with a stranger, since it didn’t seem like a thing she would do.

He was wrong, really wrong. All night he had heard from his friends how she was shamelessly flirting with them and dancing with them. It made him angry, but there was nothing he could do. She wasn’t his girlfriend even though he wanted it more than anything at the moment.

Chris wanted to get his mind off of her, deciding that getting super drunk would be the best way to do it. He was walking towards the table where all the drinks were, when he saw Y/N making out with someone who wasn't worth her attention. He tried to look away, but he couldn’t. The final straw was when the guy’s hands made their way on her butt and roughly squeezed it making her yelp.

Before he could think of what he was actually doing, he ran towards the guy and forcefully pulled him away from Y/N. Chris threw the guy on the floor and started punching him, doing his best to not yell at the guy right there.

Chris got out of his trance thanks to a sweet voice which he always recognized; it was Y/N yelling for him to stop. So he stopped. He looked at the guy who he had just beaten up, his face already all swollen up. He looked at the crowd surrounding them, before he got up an leaving the scene, signaling Y/N to follow him.

Y/N followed him, walking in her room and closing the door behind.

”What the fuck was that about Chris?!” Y/N yelled, feeling disappointed in herself. Her plan backfired, because of her stupid games the poor guy had probably a broken nose.

”You’re actually asking me that?!” He yelled back at her.

”Yes! You just punched someone repeatedly in the face for no apparent reason!” She was looking for an explanation for his behavior.

”That guy just squeezed your butt and you yelped, you really thought I’d be cool with that? Your brother would’ve killed me if I’d done nothing!” The mention of William reminded him that he hadn’t seen him at all in there.

”So what?? It’s not your problem, damn it Chris I’m not yours to control!”

Chris felt hurt by her words, even though what she said was true it felt bad to hear it out loud.

”That’s the thing Y/N, I’ve had a crush on you for so long and I’ve done nothing because I respect William! It’s killing me to hear that you’re flirting with all my friends and I don’t even stand a chance here.” He was doing his best to keep his calm, he wanted her to know how he felt.

Y/N was silent due to pure disbelief. Chris actually liked her? All this time they’ve had mutual feelings for each other but neither one has done anything to it because they both respect William?

She could feel tears on her cheek, not bothering to stop them. She stepped closer to Chris, wrapping her arms behind his neck to hug him. He was taken back by her actions but quickly relaxed into the hug. At that moment they both felt somewhat complete. Their bodies molded perfectly together. Chris could feel her tears wet his shirt, but for once he didn’t give a damn.

”You’re so dumb.” She said in between sobs, most likely sounding like a dying whale. ”You’re so incredibly dumb Chris.”

Chris just hugged her tighter never wanting to let go of her. He barely managed to whisper out an answer, when her lips were on his. Her lips were soft and plump, the combination driving him crazy. He was happy. Y/N was happy, too.

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It had been a few weeks since the party, Y/N and Chris had agreed on not telling William or anyone in general about their little thing. They didn’t know how William would react and if they’d tell anyone else, news would probably spread which would end up in William knowing about them.

In-between classes they’d meet up somewhere privately, either talking about stuff or making out. In the end, they were both horny teenagers. This day was no different from the others. Chris was looking at Y/N his brows furrowing together at her expression, something clearly was bothering her.

”What’s up princess?” He asked caressing her cheek gently, earning a faint smile from her. She loved the pet name he had given her, it made her feel so special and well, like a princess.

”I was just wondering if we should tell William. I don’t want to sneak out the house to meet you or hide from my friends.” Y/N said with a sigh. Chris’ other hand was on her lower back, softly drawing circles with his thumb to calm her.

”I know. We’ll tell him later, okay?” Chris looked into her eyes, she just nodded at him. He had already planned on telling him, without her being present. Chris honestly thought it was for the best. Chris let go of Y/N, looking at the clock on his phone. ”I have to go to class now, I’ll see you later.” He kissed the top of her head and left, making his way towards the classroom.

That was until someone pulled him into an empty classroom. Chris was ready to punch the person who did so, quickly noticing that it was William.

”What the fuck was that?” Chris was annoyed, he for once was feeling inspired of going to class.

”You tell me what’s going on with you and I’ll let you go after.” William said, his arms crossed over his chest.

Chris’ breath hitched up. William was close to finding out.

”Nothing?” Chris said, unsure of himself.

William sighed loudly. ”Then why the fuck am I hearing rumors about you in which you have settled down? I’m imagining it?”

”Ah, fuck.” Chris mumbled, William rising an eyebrow at him. Chris thought of telling him for a few seconds, before deciding that it would be the best to just tell him now.

Chris took a deep breath. ”I like your sister, she likes me too. We’re kind of a thing now. I’m not just fooling around with her you know, I’ve felt this way for a really long time. Pretty sure I’ve lost count.”

William’s eyes widened, he was in shock. Out of all the people Chris could’ve been with, his sister was the last one on the list. He didn’t know how to feel about it.

”When did this start?”

”Few weeks ago, kinda beat a guy for making a move on her.” Chris was awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. It turned out Chris had broken the guys nose, but the guy was too drunk to even remember it was Chris who did it.

William was silent for a few more minutes, before he let out a small sigh. ”You better treat her great or otherwise I will break your nose and a few other places too.”

A huge smirk appeared on Chris’ face, he couldn’t help himself. ”You know I treat my girls really well. Actually, your sister hasn’t had the chance to scream-” Chris was interrupted by William grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and his fist close to his nose.

”Don’t make me regret trusting you.”

”Trust me, I won’t.”