#duster x reader insert

[iridescentprose]

stupid cupid [jim ellis x fem!reader insert]

author's note; duster is my comfort show.

warning(s); none, just fluff and jim ellis.

Shards of glass surrounded you and Jim as bullets intercepted the nearby window. Jim, who had shielded you from the impact, was now slowly getting up, removing his arm from around your waist. Despite the ricochet of bullets, you both took your time sitting up. It was obvious that this wasn't the first time Jim had come to whisk you away.

"My gosh, doll, you look beautiful," he whispered as he brushed away debris and broken glass from his navy blue suit. You had never seen him wear a suit before. You didn't think he even owned one.

Without so much as a warning, you stepped forward and covered his eyes both of your hands, a relaxed smile on your lips. "It's not good for the bride to be seen before the ceremony," you said, despite your disbelief in luck and superstition.

What you and Jim had could never be reduced to simply 'luck'. You two were just simply meant to be.

Surprised, Jim held up his hands in surrender and chuckled. "Well, good thing I'm not the groom...yet." You both laughed as he took you by your wrists, gently peeling your manicured hands from his eyes. He kissed your palms and the back the backs of your hands before shielding from another array of bullets.

You stumbled forward into his chest, your hands resting on the color of his suit jacket. He held you by the waist to keep you steady.

"My daddy's going to kill you, you know that, right?" You whispered as Jim fiddled around for something in his pocket.

"I've been shot by cupid seeing you in this wedding dress," he said, producing a pistol from his pocket with a wink. "So, I'm already a dead man walking."

You couldn't help but laugh. "Since when did you get so poetic?"

Another round of bullets hit the glass window, followed by shouts to open the door. You'd think your father's security would be more cautous about firing bullets within your vicinity. But you knew their long overdue vengeance for Jim Ellis outweighed their concern for your safety.

"You got iron on you?" Jim asked as he shoved you towards the back door. "Here." He pushed a pistol in your hands before you could answer.

You made sure the bullet slid into its chamber before Jim took your hand and tugged you into the back hallway.

You shuffled in front of him, ditching the heels between strides as you and Jim thundered down the hall. With one hand Jim held the train of your dress, the other clutching his gun.

"Where did you park?" You shouted over your shoulder as another round of gunfire followed by rough voices grew closer. You pushed open the exit door, fresh air hitting you both like an opponent in a boxing match.

"Over there," Jim gestured his pistol past your shoulder after a firing a couple of rounds behind you. You followed his glance across the parking lot, past a sea of shimmering shards of glass that littered the concrete, to the red Duster you had grown to love just about as much as Jim did. It was parked away from the cluster of cars, reflecting a red coat of pain from the streetlights, and a shiny new dent.

"Don't ask," Jim said, reading your mind about how he got the dent. "Just hold on tight and cover me."

You didn't time to form any questions as Jim handed you the pistol he was holding. he hoisted you over his shoulder, balling up the train of your wedding dress so he wouldn't trip, and a made a beeline over the broken glass.

With each long stride Jim took you fired both pistols simultaneously as your father's men came into view.

"You know I can't shoot to save my life," you muttered as bullets whizzed by you and Jim's ears.

"Well shoot to save both of our lives and I'll give you a shooting lesson later!" He called out as he neared the vehicle.

Once you were within distance of the car, you ceased fire and hopped into the back as Jim opened the door. You sprawled across the backseat, the door closing just in time for a bullet to ricochet off the paint. You sat up once the car got moving and leaned your head out the window to fire a couple more rounds as Jim slammed on the gas.

You didn't let your guard down until enemy gunfire sounded like distant fireworks.

"You alright?" Jim asked, eyes finding yours in the rearview mirror. You had let the pistols in your hands fall to the floor and you were now leaning against the window, wiping away the sweat from your forehead.

"Better than alright," you replied as Jim eased off the gas and the car began to coast. "Just tired."

"Sleep," he encouraged, a satisfied smile on his lips.

You stifled a yawn, even though you had no plans of going to sleep. You didn't want to miss the duster roaring through the quiet night nor the sound of Jim humming to himself as he drove.

"Where are you taking me this time, Ellis? Hopefully somewhere far away," you said, briefly closing your eyes to relish in the absence of your strict father and overbearing stepmother.

Jim chuckled before he turned on the radio at a low volume. You could hear the smile in his voice as his fingers began to drum on the wheel.

"Home, baby. I'm taking you home."

[thebelugawhalefriend]

Connection: Kris x Reader (P2)

CW: Y/N insert, Gender Neutral reader, Slow Burn (?)

Part One

Please Note: This will end up being a Kris x Reader! However, this IS a slow burn, so romantic elements may not show up until later. Thank you!

"So, if you've been watching us for a while, you gotta know the future." Susie nudges me for an answer.

"Not really. This is all new to me." Keeping up a conversation is one thing, but doing that while traversing an unfamiliar dark world? Yeah, not really an easy feat. First, we wandered through an oddly alluring wooden door painted green. Now that we're in, all I can really make out is a long yet familiar feeling hallway. The kind you'd find in a distant childhood home. Pictures of family hung from the soft maple walls, the floors creaked every few steps, and the scent of vanilla wafted through.

"Smells like..." Ralsei tries to pick up on the scent, but Susie is quick to bolt down the hallway, "CAKE!!"

"WAIT! Susie!" Ralsei is quick to give chase, both of them leaving me to wander the hall. Running felt like the right thing to do- I badly want to bolt after them! But the sense of home slows me down to a sensible walk. There isn't really any rush, is there? A soft melody plays through the corridor of someone else's hall of memory.

It... Even reminds me of a familiar home. A stable one.

It took but a few minutes to arrive at a three way split. "Are we really doing split off stories again?" I shake my head. As if the last chapter didn't spend enough time away from the main cast... All three have different footprints down their halls. The left has tiny hoofprints decorating the floor, the middle has frantic boot marks, while the right looks smeared. As if someone had struggled through.

I try the left path first. That's probably where Ralsei went, right?

"Ralsei? Bud, where are-"

"Chu!"

!!!

Battle music began- but no battle screen shows up?! All I see is a pair of eyes on a vaguely bunny shaped dust cloud. Despite what size dust should realistically be, it's just about as tall as me! How am I supposed to fight this thing?

"I-I'll... Defend?"

I try my best to say my action and cover my face with my arms. And yet, nothing truly shows up to indicate I've taken action. Rather, the grey cloud of rabbit makes its move. Removing a carrot shaped duster, it reaches right over my head and-

THUNK!

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Connection [FOUND]

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The feeling of space isn't nearly as cold as I thought it would be. It's like being inside a big warm tub of water without drowning. I can't see much around me, mostly blues and dark purples swarming around and a distant blackened figure.

"Are you... There?"

My voice isn't my own. No words even leave my mouth. And yet, as if they were a psychic, two hesitant ruby red eyes look up on the other side.

"What are you doing here?" A raspy, masculine voice answers with their own question.

"What do you mean? I thought this was my dream!"

"You aren't dreaming. You died."

A cold fear runs through my body. Died? But- I just barely got to live! I haven't even started my real life outside of this game! I want to scream, cry, and plead with any God out there to hear me... But nothing musters up my body to act. And so, the figure continues.

"This is where I first met you... When you took over my life. If you had ANY sense, you would have never taken interest in me!" The figure stands from their spot, peering down towards me from their distance. Now it's crystal clear- That yellow and green striped shirt, that brown hair...

"And now you're dead. But, not really, are you? You actually get chances to come back. Again and again. So when you come back..." They take a few steps closer just to look over me.

"D o n ' t f i n d m e."

Connection [TERMINATED]

"(Y/N)...!" I can barely hear the soothing voice calling to me. "(Y/N)! Are you okay?" I'm almost there. Almost able to answer...

"(Y/N)!"

"I'm here-! I'm-" I sit right up, feeling my body all over. That's... Right. I AM here. Alive again. But, I don't remember pressing on...?

"Thank goodness you're okay! I found you being eaten by a dust bunny, but... They don't exactly HAVE stomachs... Somehow, it did leave a nasty mark on your head. When I used a healing prayer, it left... A scar. I apologize for that-"

Before he can even finish, I pull him in for a tight and shaky hug. Whether it was my own choice or Ralsei's quick thinking, I can actually get another chance. Find out just where Kris is and find my way out of here. If a dust bunny can kill me in one blow, I hate to think about what could happen later...

[dust-tastic-1983]

Lay thyne eyes upon my cringe drawings of me kissing turbo from wreck it ralph of all people.

Mostly just art and reblogs, maybe hc or x reader fanfics. Might occasionally disappear for uncertain lengths of time.

SFW blog, though I do make/reblog suggestive jokes and stuff.

(Note: design and personality will be subject to change)

Name: Duster

Gender: unspecified, (All pronouns,)

Residence: Champion Baseball (1983) arcade cabinet, Litwak's Arcade

Description: Your usual baseball player, one playable character in a team of 8 identical others, one team in a lineup of 12 others. Duster doesn't seem to mind this obscurity, or seem to mind anything, really… its hard to tell with that subdued expression.

Im 17 and from the UK. You can call me Accismus. I like drawing and writing and imagining myself kissing various characters. This is my side blog.

Life on the Internet with Turbo (Headcannons)

What living with Turbo on the Internet would be like. (Reader insert headcannons, fluff)

Duster: #DusterBaseball

X Reader: #Turbo x reader

Reblogs: #reblog / #others art / #others writing / #self reblog / #fellow selfshipper spotted

Thanks for reading and remember Disney is full of shit and not your friend and to always pirate Disney movies. 👍

[undertale-writing-times]

You mentioned in a post thay you'd think Dusty has a good singing voice. Well, I second this opinion, so I just thought about asking you this-

Imagine that Dusty and his s/o had tucked in for the night and are all warm and comfortable in each other's arms. They've spent a little time just talking to each other, but Dusty will suddenly notice thay his s/o has gone a little quite. They'll nuzzle in against his chest and let out a content sigh, and then they'll softly ask him: "Could you sing a lullaby for me?"

ooo lullaby time.

This one was really short and sweet.

Laying together, just him and his datemate, he finds it... honestly very enjoyable.

He never expected that he would ever find someone that would trust him, and want to be with him. They trust him enough to sleep with him, a time where they're so... calm and peaceful but also so weak and unable to fight back.

If he wanted to, he could easily kill them yet they never seemed to... care about that.

He had his arms around them loosely, his head on top of theirs, his eye sockets shut listening to them talk. He would give slight words of answers, rubbing soft circles into their back.

That was until they went silent.

He thought that they fell asleep, until he felt them nuzzle a little into his chest, and they mumble "Hey Dusty?"

Opening one of his sockets, he looks down at his datemate, he could see that they seemed to be thinking "Yes?" he asks, his hands going still.

They breathe out slowly, maybe a content sigh, and look up at him, just enough for him to notice without making them move. "Could you... sing a me a lullaby?"

The question, caught his attention. They wanted a lullaby? He used to sing those to his brother, something that made him different compared to the others, which he thought was just... a little silly.

He wanted to say no, and tell them to just go to sleep but he couldn't bring himself to do that.

After a few seconds, he breathes out slowly and nods "Y...Yeah, of course" He mumbles, and shuts his eye sockets starting to sing them a soft lullaby, rocking them very slightly.

All of this, the softness, he knew that he didn't deserve it; none of them did they all deserved the bad things that happened to him but he... was so happy that Y/n loved him.

(This one is the song, I think)

[daddy-deathslinger]

Hello! I hope you're doing good :) I was hoping to make a request for Caleb x fem!reader where they're friends, and Caleb would like more. So he's making flirtatious/suggestive comments but they just go over her head because even though her English is very good it's not her first language (plus different time periods and location), and Caleb is confused and amused at first, but then just frustrated. Thank you ♥️

Ahoy! This was such a sweet scenario, I had a good time writing it, thank you! Hope you're doing awesome! ❤️

"Why didn't you tell me?" - Caleb Quinn/The Deathslinger x Fem!Reader

"Are you feeling alright?"

Caleb scoffed at the question, placing his Redeemer on the bar and sitting down next to you.

"I just brutally murdered four teenagers, and you're asking me if I'm alright?"

He looked at you with a smile he didn't hope came off too cocky, but you just shrugged and gave him a slight smile.

"I know the Entity punishes you if you... perform badly. Just wanted to make sure..."

You returned your attention to the clothes you were currently mending by hand, inserting the needle into the fabric to carefully drag the thread through.

"Trust me", Caleb said, stretching out his leg to relieve some pain. "If I was bein' punished right now, you wouldn't be here."

He cast a glance over at you, but all you did was hum in acknowledgement at this remark. Caleb felt a small sting of frustration at this. For weeks, he'd had feelings for you. Deeper feelings than friendship. Him being an old gump who'd never really cared for anyone besides himself, before he'd met you in this wretched place, he had no idea how to show his feelings towards you. He'd tried being extra nice towards you, without making it too obvious at first, but as you hadn't seemed to notice his change in behavior at all, he'd upped his pace a bit. He'd started to give you little compliments when he saw fit, about your hair, your hands, even your laughter. But you still didn't seem to catch on. You always smiled that friendly smile and you showed that you enjoyed his company, but Caleb felt like you didn't understand that he wanted more. Or maybe you just didn't feel the same way for him. Of course, that thought had entered his mind many times. After all, why would you feel any certain way about someone like him?

"Don't you ever feel... weird, about me killing yer friends and all?"

You looked up at Caleb, meeting his questioning gaze with something that resembled sadness. Caleb started wondering if maybe he shouldn't have asked that, and cursed himself for his stupidity, but to his surprise you answered:

"Not all of them are my friends. Some have done terrible things in the past."

Caleb let out a surprised hum, waiting for you to continue, but your gaze quickly turned warm as you gave him a little smile.

"Better to have few friends, but good ones, than be surrounded by false ones. Right?"

Caleb gave you a curious look, then returned the smile.

"True that, Y/N."

Damn, that smile of yours made him melt on the spot. He felt so ridiculous falling head over heels for you, not even knowing if you felt the same. That's a fool-proof way to get your heart broken.

"There, patched up once again!" you suddenly declared, lifting up the shirt you had worked on and folding it on the bar counter in front of you.

Caleb gave you a thumbs up and was about to get up to make himself a drink, but as he caught you eyeing him, he decided to stay put.

"What's the matter, doe-eye?" he asked, instantly kicking himself mentally for the stupid nickname.

You just studied him, seemingly pondering over something, and if Caleb wasn't mistaken, he thought he could see your gaze trailing towards his... chest?

"Would you mind if- I mean..." you stuttered, eyes darting up to Caleb's face and then down to his chest area again.

Caleb felt a tingle in his stomach, feeling a grin spread on his face. He turned his body towards you on the chair, discreetly straightening his back and pushing out his chest a bit.

"What's on yer mind, doll?"

To his wicked triumph, he could see you starting to blush.

"Y-You're allowed to say not, but.... I was just wondering, since I've got some extra thread left, if maybe you'd let me... fix those ugly holes in your shirt once and for all?"

Caleb blinked a couple of times in confusion. He looked down on his chest, eyeing the small holes in his shirt.

"Oh", he said, feeling a bit stupid. "Well, I... It's really not that big of a deal to me, but..."

"Please?" you gave him a pleading smile that relit the tingles in his stomach. "It's a really beautiful shirt, I'd hate to see it ruined."

Now it was Caleb's turn to feel his face heat up a bit. Stupid old gump, he thought you had other things in mind, but now that he considered it, letting you mend his shirt wouldn't be too bad either. He chuckled at your pleading face, and removed his duster coat and tossed it on the floor. Seeing your face light up with happiness was already worth it.

"It won't take long, I promise!" you said, scooching your chair closer to his and gripping the needle and thread.

"That's alright", Caleb assured you, trying hard to force away his wide smile. "Ain't nothin' wrong with a bit of pampering now and then."

He watched as you threaded the needle and leaned in towards his chest, a concentrated look on your beautiful face. As your warm hands touched his chest, Caleb couldn't stop himself from gasping quietly.

"I-I'm sorry!" you exclaimed, a worried look on your face as your eyes darted up to meet his. "Did I-"

"You're fine!" Caleb chuckled, shaking his head and cursing himself for being so skittish.

"It's just, these holes have been bugging me for quite some time..."

You trailed off and got to work, your nimble fingers quickly gathering the shirt and starting to thread the needle through the fabric. Caleb hoped to the gods that you couldn't feel his trembling heart as your hands were placed steadily on his chest while you worked. If you could, you didn't show it, your face not changing from it's concentrated state during the whole process. Caleb tried to keep calm, not thinking about how great it felt to have you touch him. How much he longed for your hands to trail around his chest, hug him tightly as you looked up at his face and met his gaze...

"Ah!"

"Shit, fuck, I'm so sorry!"

You had accidentally poked his skin with your needle, and as Caleb had jumped in surprise, the needle had poked even deeper.

"I-I'm so sorry, Caleb, shit, I'm so nervous working on someone else, I-" you stuttered, visibly embarrassed, but Caleb grabbed your hands quickly and squeezed them before he had time to think about what he was doing.

"Hey, Y/N, it's alright", he smiled, meeting your gaze.

The tingle in his stomach was a full on fire by now, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss you. But he couldn't, he mustn't, so he released your hands and quickly looked away with an embarrassed scoff. He felt you hesitate for a couple of seconds, before you got back to work on his shirt.

"It's almost finished", you assured him, the tone of your voice hard to read.

And soon enough, too soon, Caleb felt you retract from his chest. He dared look back at you as you put away the needle and he glanced down to study your work.

"My, I haven't had a shirt lookin' this nice in ages!" he declared, feeling the shirt where your fingers had patched up the holes.

He met your gaze, and you gave him a wide smile.

"Pleasure's all mine", you said.

"If only I could repay you some way..." Caleb smirked, but to his immense disappointment you just gave him a slightly confused look.

"It's alright, really", you said, still giving him that clueless smile as you moved to push your chair back to it's place.

That was the last straw for Caleb.

"Alright, I give up!" he growled in frustration, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat. "I don't know how y'all court these days but clearly I ain't fit for it! Can't believe I was this stupid..."

He muttered and turned away from you, feeling too embarrassed to look at you. He felt your confused gaze at him, and he wished he could just sink through the floor.

"Court?" you asked, and Caleb buried his face in his hands with a sigh. "W-What does food have to do with any of this?"

At this, Caleb looked back up from his hands, and then at you. "What?"

He narrowed his eyes in disbelief at you, but you just stared at him in growing confusion. A confusion that Caleb certainly mirrored by now.

"What do you mean?" he asked, and you shook your head with raised eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" you returned.

Caleb blinked a couple of times, then shook his head in a bewildered manner.

"I-I... Christ, Y/N", he said, turning towards you in an attempt to clear this mess up. "I like you, alright? You know that?"

To his frustration, you just blinked at him.

"I like you too, Caleb, what do you mean?"

Caleb growled and dragged his hand over his face, knowing that he might as well make the biggest fool out of himself now. He had nothing to loose, he was already looking so stupid.

"I'm in love with you, alright?" he spat out, waving his hands as to signal it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I love you, Y/N!"

He met your gaze, hoping for a quick response, but when he couldn't read your face, he decided to give up.

"Christ's sake..." he muttered, feeling his heart drop in his chest.

He got up from his chair and bent down to pick up his duster coat from the floor. Just as he was about to grab his Redeemer and walk out from the saloon, you called his name.

"Caleb!"

He stopped in his tracks, looking at you. A wide grin had taken over your face, a grin unlike any other he'd ever seen you have. You exclaimed something in a foreign language, and then jumped up from your chair.

"Caleb, I love you too! Why haven't you told me earlier?"

Now it was Caleb's turn to stare in confusion at you. You laughed, that amazing laughter that sent him flying high, and he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Why haven't I... Why, I oughta...!"

In one quick move, he'd embraced you tightly in his arms, and you laughed again as he hugged you as close as he'd wanted to for so long. Retracting to look at you, he met your joyful gaze and stroked your hair carefully.

"You're one mysterious thing, you", he chuckled, and you giggled as you carefully moved in for a kiss.

Caleb was more than happy to return the kiss.

[prose-for-hire]

Love, Hate, Love: Part three

Part One // Part Two

Pairing: Spike x fem!vamp!reader

Request: Spike and the reader disliked each other until they recall their shared past. They finally acknowledge it and their feelings begin to spill - but is it too late? This is the final part !!

Originally requested by: @therapieliteratur​

Warning: Alcohol consumption. Implied sex. Very dodgy/amateur-ish inserted poetry lol

A/N: I don’t have anything for Valentine’s this year, so this will have to do !! Happy Valentine’s Day loves 💖🖤

The evening swept around him, the wind hissing mocking taunts as he ran from the broken promise of your love.

As William sobbed, he stumbled into the field that harboured that oak tree. Once a solace, now a marker of his loss. A gravestone to your love.

His heart was shattered and he made a decision, one that would mean you would never see him again.

In that moment, you were facing your own battle. You still lived with your parents. They did not permit you to leave that afternoon. You panicked, explaining yourself and the reason you were so desperate to go. Which just made it worse.

“Father, please!” You screamed, tears streaming hot and salted, “Please understand, William is a good man. Of a good family”

“Other arrangements have been made, child” He warned, not explaining what these were. You weren’t expected to know or comprehend.

“I love him!” You shouted. The house stopped still. Nobody moved. You were supposed to be seen, not heard. Respect your mother and father’s will. Your mother cried and begged, trying to still you from leaving.

But you managed it, running all the way to the chapel, pleading solace with the vicar. Only to find that your lovers heart was shattered and broken on the floor.

It sounded like broken glass under your feet as your tear-stained wedding gown clung to you.

You had returned from the school a week ago and fitfully rested since. You had offered your hand to help Spike up. He hadn’t taken it, but he hesitated before he told you to go away. The bite in his voice had gone. Neither of you wished to use such harsh tones anymore.

You were back in your home again. Another monotonous fight finished. They all seemed the same. You sighed, shaking your bra to remove the dust from your cleavage.

It was a few days since you last shared your dreams and suddenly you began to crumble under the weight of your tears. Crying almost as much as you had that night as that memory kept flashing behind your eyes. It still felt so fresh. How he hadn’t been there. How you had been too late.

Your legs gave out from under you. Somehow, you were on your knees. Sobbing on the tile of your kitchen floor.

You didn’t realise, but he was out there. Watching. He had followed you home and seen that you lived in a house. A real one. He had scoffed at this and that you had paid over the odds for necro-tempered glass so that you could sit in some kind of sunlight without burning in your own home. He knew this, because he had found an invoice when he had been rooting in your trash.

He was smoking when he saw the kitchen light turn on. You were visible until you dropped to the floor. Eyes leaking with such emotion.

It physically hurt him to see you that way as he moved closer to the window. Tears started to prickle behind his eyes, a lump forming at the back of his throat. He wished to wrap his arms around you. Be allowed in your house, to offer comfort. For you to want his comfort.

He had always hated to see you cry.

In the following weeks, as Spike healed, your hearts began to break over and over. You avoided facing each other, it was too painful even to be in the same room.

Spike stayed outside your house more frequently and you found yourself napping a lot more than usual, just in case you caught the moment he would be sleeping too.

You longed for him in sleep just as he pined for you in reality. You began to want each other in all manner of consciousness. Defying the pain. The hatred you had once been so convinced of. All you wanted was the other and it infuriated you. Whilst somehow simultaneously being a solace.

You were a comfort blanket that the other held close. Wrapped around your hearts for protection. Soft like Sunday morning sheets dipped in the sun’s rays. The warmth of summer days meeting the whispering of cool winter nights.

The care you had weaved in and out of your hearts left a thread. A thread that entwined with theirs and tugged towards the other. The feeling was the last thing you could cling to.

But the pain, the loss. It was creeping up on you both. It always was. Becoming harder and harder to bear. The dreams and memories becoming more and more tainted. The worse, most painful parts taking up most of the dreams.

Despite all of this, you both settled in to sleep much earlier than you ever had before. You still wanted to touch the other, feel the other’s mind. Emotions through the dream. The truth of your love. The promise that it had been real for both of you. Even if it were for mere seconds.

You looked out of the window again, sighing, staring out into the night. Not realising Spike was staring back. You were too in your own head.

You saw it now, where you hadn’t been able to before. His softer side. The lover’s heart that was still firmly planted on his sleeve. How had you missed the attention he had given to Drusilla? How had you ignored the way he spoke about her. Protected her.

Why do you now envy her? Him? For the love story you were never allowed.

You remembered so much now. You both defied convention. You always had. Now you were starting to notice all of the similarities he had to that young man you agreed to marry. You craved him. His touch. His mind.

Through the next few days, the dreams became more frequent again. More scenes from the past. More feelings. Multiple times in the night. Both of you guiltily looking forward to them. The first part, anyway. It was worth the heartache, the hollow loss at the end. To be able to touch each other again, even briefly. Just like it had been.

You had both began to write again, feverish emotions and memories spinning. You had rediscovered your love for poetry as well as that guilty affection you held for the other.

You arrived in the school library one late afternoon. Spike had seen you crying that first time a while ago now and had been watching your house more often than he would like to admit. Your heart ached with every waking moment and you felt yourself walking through life as some kind of emotion-exhausted zombie might.

“Nice of you to join” Xander murmured with a smile. You had been late. You got caught up by the vampire that often tried to make you pay him to pass by ‘his’ turf in the underground tunnel system.

Oh, right, now the vampire that used to make you pay to pass him in the tunnels.

“Yeah, sorry. What’s the sitch?” You asked, a well-practiced smile now stitched on your face for them. You weren’t really expecting much of an update as you started to shake some dust out of your hair.

“It’s Spike. We can’t just let him walk anymore. I’m goin’ out tonight and putting an end to his reign of stupid”

“N-no” You said, unsure why your mouth had moved of your own accord. You had stopped what you were doing and now just staring vaguely at the middle of the room.

“What?”

“Y/n, you know as well as we do, if not more so, what may happen should we allow Spike to continue his ill-thought out tyranny at will”

“He’s not exactly enemy number one is all I meant” You shrugged slowly, still staring unblinkingly as more memories flashed behind your eyes. He was so human in your mind, you couldn’t let that go. Even despite everything you knew about him. The goodness, no matter how limited it appeared, was starting to shine through.

“How can you even begin to defend-”

“Isn’t there a major mayor-related-massacre threatening at any moment? Shouldn’t we care more about immediate threat than some vampire who would sell his remaining brain cell for some box-bleach?”

“Spike’s dangerous though, Y/n. With the threatening and the, uh, hostage-taking-of-me” Willow said softly. It made you feel so guilty. It tore you in half, her words. You berated yourself. For clinging to that rare happiness you felt in those dreams you shared at the expense of real lives.

Your feelings all ran at each other at once. A fated fight. To the death. Neither side was winning or losing, but the battle waged on fiercely.

“Okay. But let me do it” Your eyes almost pleading with them and after some consideration, they agreed. It was you and him, to the very end.

You waited for him at the bar. Simultaneously wishing him to arrive and hoping that he never did.

He arrived, walking towards you, the dim glow of the bar making his prominent cheekbones cast a shadow against his cheeks. Your eyes were transfixed on him, he moved in slow motion. Adjusting the shoulder of his leather duster as he walked.

As he came towards the bar, your eyes flashed between seeing him in reality stalking up to the bar and William walking, smiling towards you. The pictures cutting and splicing themselves together until it was one man.

Nostalgia sticking to your mind like glue, running into your eyes. Blurring the two. He was the same man. Your mind was becoming more and more sure of this.

Which was why this was going to be so hard.

Neither of you pretended the other wasn’t there today, you gestured for him to sit next to you on the spare seat. He stared for a moment, an eyebrow quirked in confusion before he just shrugged and threw himself down beside you.

“Lookie here, if it isn’t the runaway bride” He said, his voice bit deeper than he had expected. He remembered, then. You hadn’t been sure.

“Will- uh, Spike. I didn’t run” You corrected him, without elaboration.

“Yeah, well, suppose it’s not running if you didn’t bother to turn up in the first place”

“That is way not fair! I was totally-” He raised his eyebrows at your phrasing and tensed his jaw at your lie. You cut yourself off, trying to rephrase.

You explained. Exactly what had happened and how you had stayed there all night and through the next day despite the biting cold and rain. Your wedding gown soaked through, but you wouldn’t move.

You explained that you had hoped he would know you had run into trouble. That you would be there when you could.

And Spike believed you. Even when you were younger, he could always tell when you had been lying. This was probably the most honest you had been with him since you had met again.

Spike’s eyes were threatening to spill over again and he hid it by looking downwards, he was about to say something. Reply to your recount of that day, apologise for leaving so quickly, when you were interrupted.

“He bothering you, Y/n?” The bartender asked, gesturing with his head at Spike. Every time he saw you and Spike together there was a fight and you looked more miserable than usual.

“No, uh, we’re on a date. This is, like, my happy face” You assured him with a blank expression that made him laugh, “I’ll have my usual and whatever William usually drinks.”

The bartender looked at Spike, trying to hide his obvious laughter at his real name. No wonder he had chosen Spike. Spike glared, first at you and then at the bar tender. Who surrendered and moved away to make your drinks.

You did shoot Spike an apologetic look. It had slipped out again.

When you received your round you drank in silence for a while. Your thoughts marinating in your brains. Sitting beside each other, sharing a drink – it was alien. But neither of you could help enjoying it.

He knew now that he still loved you. It hurt and he was confused with himself for it, but he couldn’t deny it. Not any longer. You had been all he ever wanted and even now he just wanted to hold you against him the way he had fantasised about in his human years.

He found himself wanting to understand you. Wanting to be allowed beneath your scarred surface. He wished to comfort you when you cried. He wished to relearn the patterns of your mind. He knew your sweet poetry wasn’t lost, just like it wasn’t in his own mind.

You knew you would have never been able to do it. As soon as he walked in, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. The stake in your sleeve was splintering uncomfortably and you let it. Your penance for what you were about to say.

“I came here to kill you” You admitted, “Slayer wants you dead”

“And you and your soul’s okay with that one? Pretty little off switch your morality got, isn’t it?” He laughed humourlessly swigging from his drink, “My life’s not worth anything when there’s nothin’ in it for you and yours”

“You could run” You let the suggestion hang in the air.

“And the Slayer would let that happen? Me toddlin’ off until the next time our paths cross and then it’s dust in the wind. For the both of us” He accused. Telling you what you had always known. Your fates were entwined. You had lived and loved together. Been sired at similar times, managed to grasp onto your unlives despite the constant threat. Your soul ached for him, his missing but still showing even if it was just in your own eyes.

You took it in turns to buy the other their drink of choice. It really was like the date you had never been on. You sat in silence, each considering what had been said. Until it had gotten too much for you.

You couldn’t hide, nor run anymore. The shift was too great. Tectonic.

He caught your eye, as you watched him closely. Were you going to say this?

“I look at you and I see that oak tree, those freckles. That smile you used to give me that was ours. Like a secret that only we knew” You spoke, voice wavering and glass crunching under your hand as you held your cup too tight, “I hear the poetry, feel the breeze on my face. I can even feel the bodice that used to dig into me as we sat on the grass…” Your voice caught as his face started to soften at your confession, “I know this is selfish and… wrong. But y-you’re him. The only love ever allowed in my heart. The only one that ever will be. You’ve not changed in the way you think you have, my love” You finished, your accent switching in and out from the one you used to have and the one you used now.

He was reeling from your words. He had never, in all the time he had known you while you were undead, seen you be so honest. So vulnerable. You spoke from the heart, the way you had always used to.

Her love. Your love. He replayed those words over and over. Unable to hate or cast out any affection anymore. It was you.

You usually hid behind your guilt. Thick insulation, stopping you from moving forwards. Kept you constantly recounting past sins. It held your tongue, bound your actions to those that Angel helped construct. Acting only in a way that would allow for you to atone. No happiness, no light.

But now you were bearing yourself to him. Daring to be vulnerable - to hope that he felt it too. Despite it all. Despite who he had been to you in recent memory. The hatred, the dislike felt more distant a memory than the love your shared now.

“Cognate souls sing in early morning. My heart, begotten” The words spilled from his mouth, tears running down his cheeks now.

“There lies she, a woman. The type one may tie a knot in” You whispered, almost choking on the words and how happy they had made you. How he had asked you to be his. To marry.

You locked eyes. Both still shining. Before he closed his eyes for an extended period of time. Savouring those words. That moment.

You were holding back more tears. These feelings long since hidden, but never lost. Your dead hearts began to flutter.

You leaned in and his lips caught yours. Lips moving slowly to begin with but even the slightest movement of your lips spurred him to kiss deeper. You responded desperately, hands reaching for him.

Needing this. Needing him. You wished to make up for being so late. In this kiss.

You could taste salt and… him. The way he tasted hadn’t changed. His lips were almost warm against yours. His tongue entering your mouth hot and urgent. You kissed as if the threat of being torn from the other was imminent.

Your hands slid up his back, gripping the material of his shirt. Wishing you could take it from him right here. Press your naked skin against his. His hand slid up the curve of your neck. The other grasping at the strands of your hair.

You fumbled, pulling each other desperately closer. Bar stools fallen in your wake. You were lost in the kiss, both of you were. Moving on instinct, lips hungry and desperate to recreate the feelings you had all that time ago.

You somehow had entered his crypt. His bed was covered, completely littered with papers. Scrawled with such feeling. Some aged, that had been guiltily kept and some on fresh lined paper. He shoved them from the bed haphazardly. You missed his slight embarrassment as you attached your lips to his neck instead. Tugging on his waistband, desperate and pleading.

You needed this. You had ached for his touch for too long. This was so much more real than the dream. So badly you wanted him. Quick and now.

Your lips pressed against any skin hungrily and you were working desperately to remove all of his clothes as fast as you could.

But he stilled your hands.

Guiding your head back so you would face him. Your pupils dilated and dazed already by your desire for him. For this act that had been held in reverence. The meeting of your bodies in the way you had been told to save for your true love in your youth.

That time had passed but there was something about it being him. About it being you. You had always wanted to feel his naked flesh against your own.

“Wait, Sweet- let me?” he mumbled against your lips, kissing softly now. Like he used to. You almost wept. His mouth grazed yours, not as cautious as he once was. He had learned since, but the way his lips caressed yours. The feeling, that heart, it was still there. His lips insisted that he was still promised to you.

He wanted nothing more than to take you, rough with desire and throbbing with passion. But there was something he had to do. Something William would never forgive him for if he didn’t take this opportunity. Something he would never forgive himself for.

You nod, you were his. You always had been. You couldn’t turn back now despite him allowing you to think on it for that brief moment.

He took you, laid you back on his bed. His guiding grip strong but surprisingly tender. His hands ran down your body in a silent adoration.

He took his time to remove items of your clothing that were left. The fabric felt binding until his hand rested there. With his touch, a sigh of relief. You both felt yourselves releasing a long-held breath. One you had held inside for centuries.

Your eyes shone. It was emotional for the both of you. To have so much right here in front of them. To have everything you had truly ever dreamed.

In this moment, you felt his love in every stroke. Every murmur, every gentle encouragement. Movement. He enjoyed the way you touched his body with such reverence. Adored every sigh of pleasure.

He was firm in his love, in his touch. Your hands sliding up his back, weaving and clasping at his short, bleached hair. You moved so easily with him. Your bodies in perfect harmony. As if they were truly made for each other.

He kissed every part of you. His lips discovering places he had only ever dared dream about before. Sometimes he pressed his lips a little teasingly but others because he wanted to worship your form. He couldn’t rush this. His lips skimming every curve of your body. William was already writing sonnets in his mind. Pressing them into your skin.

He had wanted to do this since the day he had discovered what love making was. To meet your flesh with his. To consummate his adoration. To prove his devotion to your body, not just the mind he already adored. He had wanted to have you this way. To show you how true this feeling was.

His rhythm peaked and slowed. His touch sensual and yet wholly sensitive to you. Kisses littering your skin. He couldn’t believe you were here. That you were in his bed. He had longed, ached. Imagined exploring the beauty encapsulated in your form. His mind was intoxicated with you. Your touch, even your scent.

His eyes never leaving yours. Your eyes shone, threatening to spill again. You caught his lips when he kissed a trail along your collarbone towards your lips. You whispered such loving assurances against his pale skin. Into his ear as he ran a hand along your thigh. You cradled his body to you, wrapping yourself around him. Ensuring he was ever closer.

You hoped that he knew you were right there with him. That you were his, like you had been all those years ago.

You laced your fingers with his. Locking like your eyes. Every part of you had to be connected. You craved each other and it was only satisfied when you were together completely. In mind and body.

No mere dream.

He woke up the next evening, expecting you to be gone. He screwed his eyes up, not willing himself to look less the desperate pang of disappointment swallow him whole.

But when he dared to open his eyes you were there. On your side facing away from him. Sleeping. You had never slept so well, not since you had got your soul back.

You looked so peaceful when you slept. Much more so than when you were awake. He rolled over to press himself against your body. His hand tracing the curvature of your body. He had been deprived of your touch for so long.

He didn’t want this moment to end. This is what he had been missing all these years. It was you. It had only ever been you.

He cautiously ran a hand along your bare skin and enjoyed as you sighed softly through sleep. Your shoulders were exposed and he pressed his lips to your skin. Slow, gentle kisses. Pressed with such meaning. It was as soft as he remembered, despite the years. The fights.

He closed his eyes at the contact, hearing your contentment. You moved back slowly, needy for his body to further embrace yours.

This was all he had ever dreamed of. All he had written about. This was a century in the making.

Your eyes began to open, in your sleepy state you turned to him. You smiled.

William.

The smile lit up the room, better than the sun he remembered whenever you were around. You leaned in, settling a sleepy kiss against his lips.

Written poetry was scattered around the bed you shared for the day. Surrounding you both. Spike’s passion rekindled as yours was. For love and for poetry.

It was in that state between sleep and wake where reality hadn’t quite caught up. Your guilt hadn’t hit you. Your duty, anxieties. None of it was more important than the scene before you.

Everything just felt right. All you knew was this early evening adoration. You felt comfortable. Safe.

The world had stopped on its axis in this moment. The first shoots of love re-growing from your hearts.

[stripper-patrick]

Uh, hi. May I request some smut w Henry cavill x Indian reader? Some lazy Sunday morning/Friday night stuff? Thank you 🥺💕 I love your blog. I binge read most of it today. Hehe

Heaux Tales 👜 Henry Cavill

Warnings: smut, language, unprotected, rough, cheating, fingering, reverse voyeurism (?), daddy kink, quickie

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Henry Cavill x Indian/black reader

I zip down the highway switching into the right lane before taking the exit hitting a quick right turn. I whine my hips to the music of my throwbacks playlist the song Temperature by Sean Paul blasting through the speakers.

I’m coming straight from work to my sisters house and where she’s having a game night. My boyfriend unfortunately couldn’t make it seeing as he couldn’t take off the graveyard shift. I make a left entering into the driveway of the nice looking townhome my sister Armani owns.

I park in a parallel spot and see a few cars, about 4, already outside of her house. I step out pulling down my suede mini skirt with a vertical seam. I smooth out my sepia colored shirt feeling the wind start to pick up outside. I grab my black duster sliding it over my thick arms before grabbing my chestnut brown purse and walking up to the door. I try the door handle and it opens allowing me in. I take off my loafers at the door and hear the chattering of a few guests.

This house used to be our parents right before they died. We had 2 beautiful mothers who loved us very much but sadly they were involved in a head on collision that killed one of them on impact. The other died in the hospital just a day later but I was grateful for those few hours.

I look at the pictures of all of us and then I hear my name being shouted with joy. “YN” I’m greeted with open arms from my older sister. The fair-skinned 5’8 woman with a cheeky smile plastered on her face looks at me “don’t be mad” she bites her lip

“I’m already mad now” which was only half of a joke. What did she do this time? Appears from behind a wall, my recent ex Henry, with a cheeky smile as well. His perfectly short hair and fitted tee makes me wonder if he does all the thing he used to do to me, to his... snow bunnies. He started off as a fling which then turned into a 2 year relationship and when that ended we were still having sex with each other. I really only stopped fucking him just a year ago, right before I got with my current boyfriend, Cameron. The breakup was mutual but still sour. He was my best friend. Now every time I look I see a different broad on his shoulder. Like a trophy. He’s got a bitch for everyday of the week.

“Oh nice seeing you Henry” I glare at Armani and she smiles. The tall Brit walks over to me engulfing me in his warm embrace. Almost made me miss us being together. He lets me go and I step back.

“Nice seeing you as well. You look good” he glanced me up and down quickly before returning to my eyes. I can’t help but remember that those were one of his favorite features about me. My chocolate brown eyes.

“As do you” an content silence falls in the air and Armani clears her throat

“Let’s get you drunk and get this game night started” she grabs my hand and Henry follows us. We part ways, him heading to the living room and me and my sister to the kitchen where I look at her.

“I miss his goofy side” she tried to plea. I shake my head grabbing a shot of tequila and taking it straight to the head. I pour another shot downing it before shaking my head squinting at the taste. I walk to the living room meeting everyone. 2 of our cousins Briette and Joseline and Bri’s husband Carter.

“Hey guys” I hug them and look for a place to sit. Unfortunately I’m seated only one person away from Henry and I cross my legs watching his eyes move back and forth between my thighs and his hands that are resting on his thighs. Let’s begin the games.

....

I’m slightly tipsy and I’m definitely hot from the whiskey I’ve been consuming. I’m not completely drunk but I’m a little tipsy. We’re playing the game midnight taboo and it’s me, Henry and Briette vs. Armani, Carter and Jo. It’s Henry’s turn to read off the cards and we guess.

The timer starts and he begins. “Um ok Brazzers, Xvideos-“

“Porn” Bri yells out he nods grabbing another card

“YN I do this to you all the time”

“Fuck?”

“Something while we do that”

“Spanking? Cumming?” he shakes his head looking dead at me “choking” he nods grabbing another card

“Young adult kids play this at a party it’s a this or that activity”

“Get high or get drunk” I answer he shakes his head

“It’s a gathered activity” this British man and his proper English are blowing me right now. I think hard hearing Bri yell out random stuff and I finally come up with something “truth or dare”

“Time” Carter yells. Henry smiles nodding and I can’t help but begin thinking about when he would choke me while he thrashed his hips in me. I press my legs together biting my lip before raising my eyes to accidentally meet his. I knock back another shot wincing at the taste before just zoning off.

....

We’ve moved onto another game which is cards against humanity. Me and Henry are seated close next to each other of course not by my picking. He decided to sit this game out and just watch us play. I sort through my cards trying to find a good one that Joseline would like. I place one down and Henry inches closer making my breath catch in my throat.

“I see the way you keep looking at me” he whispers. Without a word being exchanged I look at him and unconsciously bite my lip. Something that would’ve made him take me right then and there.

As Joseline reads off the cards deciding on which is her favorite determining who gets the point Henry’s hand caresses my thigh. I always melted when he’d squeeze and knead my thigh like dough.

“I like Y/N’s” I smile and grab a black card reading it off. “This is the prime of my life. I’m young, hot and full of blank”

As the crowd sorts through their cards Henry’s hands creeps higher and higher softly rubbing my clothed clit. He does it so swiftly that I’m already at the point where I don’t want him to stop. He slides my panties to the side running his fingers through my slick using that to rub my coated pearl.

I jolt slightly opening my legs more where he inserts 2 fingers pumping slowly. Everyone hands me their cards and I clear my throat trying to act as normal as possible. “Crippling debt” I smile biting my lip again as Henry keeps grazing that spot “money moves, asshole full of jelly beans, tax fraud, and oh god” his fingers dig deeper inside of me as I mask my moan grinding my hips in the seat. I can see the tent forming in his pants and trust me he was packing.

“And crabs” Henry curls his fingers against my g-spot. My body jerks as Bri looks at me.

“You ok?”

“Yes I’m good. I like tax fraud” Carter smiles and grabs a black card. I grab Henry’s wrist and he leans close to my ear again.

“That’s it pet ride my fingers until you cum” oh god I wanna protest so bad but it feels so good. I rest my hand on his bulge rubbing it through his pants. I move my hand to his thigh as my legs shake and I close my eyes succumbing to my demise in front of my sister and cousins.

“Good girl” he removed his fingers rubbing my clit making my body jerk.

“Excuse me I’m going to the bathroom” I glance at him and walk shakily to the bathroom. I hear a chair scuffle and look at myself in the mirror.

“You have a boyfriend get it together” I try to pep talk myself but knowing the capabilities Henry has I can’t help myself but to fall under his spell once more.

A small knock appears at the door and I open it. Henry lightly pushes me inside and licks the door behind him. Immediately his lips are attached to mine and it was like our first time together all over again. My hands wrap around his waist and he moves his large hands down my butt lifting my skirt a little.

“Please fuck me” I beg quietly. He picks me up setting me on the counter. My legs open for him as he drops his pants finally letting his shaft spring free. Henry tears off my underwear dropping then next to his pants and guiding the tip through my wetness rubbing my sensitive clit. I grab him by the back of his neck planting an open mouth kiss on him letting his tongue explore what was previously (and still might be) his.

Henry finally stops teasing and legs go of his dick letting it align with my entrance. His hand moves to the counter behind me slowly stretching me out like the old days. My jaw drops as I sink into his touch feeling his dick fill me up. He holds my hips as my legs dangle in the crease of his shoulders while my arms support myself behind me. He looks done watching his dick submerge in my juices as he fucks me slowly.

“please daddy” he speeds up per my internal request forcing me to lean back pressing my head against the mirror as he wraps his hand around my throat. My legs start to unconsciously close and Henry forces them back open stroking me harder. My royal blue painted acrylic nails dig into his forearm as he brings me closer pressing a warm kiss on my lips. My body sparks each time he plummets inside of me pressing my g-spot like a button.

“Oh god” I mewl careful not to make too much noise. He moves down to my neck using both hands to keep my legs apart sucking at the patch of sensitive skin. My eyes roll to the back of my head hearing his grunts and moans as he digs deep in my guts. My hand wraps around his muscular shoulders and moving up to his short curly locks. I feel that hole inside of me start to open up with each thrust.

“Henry I’m close” I warn trying to brace myself. He pushes my bottom forward going deeper and my toes begin curling.

“Cum for daddy pet” he moans. My body tenses up and I cover my mouth masking a loud moan. I shutter and shake under him hearing his small sadistic laugh. His breath filled with bourbon and mint is hot against my ear.

Once my convulsions stop Henry puts my feet on the ground and turns me around sliding back in and pounding me out. He pulls my head up looking at is on the mirror. Henry places my arms behind my back. I watch Henry’s gave turn to bliss coating my walls in his seed. Something that’s happened multiple times. We’ve had our fair share of pregnancy scares.

“Look at what you do to daddy” my jaw drops as he keeps pumping making sure he’s emptied inside of me. “Fuck I miss the way you make me feel”

He slows down before coming to a stop where I feel his dick pulsing inside of me. I lift up pressing my back against his chest holding him in a powerful meaningful kiss.

“I know I’ve put you through a lot and I’m sorry” he says. I shake my head kissing him again.

I come to my senses and pull his dick out thinking about my boyfriend “shit what did I do?”

[just-another-wasteland-merc]

You write oc x canon character fics, but would you/do you/have you read someone else's oc x canon character fic? I know a lot of people who write oc x canon fics but would never read a fic about someone else's oc or oc x canon fic because they feel other people oc's aren't worth caring about or "cringe." What are your opinions regarding that belief and your opinion on oc fics or oc x canon fics? Is there ever a time when oc x canon is cringe or is every oc x canon valid?

Hey Anon! Thanks for the super huge ask! I had to charge my phone a little bit and read this a couple of times to really get all of the questions, but thank you for asking them! I do appreciate you asking! This is long, I'm so sorry, but I wanted to answer everything here.

For your first question on do I/would I/have I read fics with someone else's OC/canon fics, the answer is yes. I have read a few, I do occasionally read them (I will explain in a bit), and would read them! I have a list of fics written down somewhere in my chaos that I am going to read. But here's the reason why I don't regularly read them: I have such self image and self esteem issues where I am constantly comparing other people's writing to my own, and I've done reading while writing in tandem and eventually it got so in my head that I was constantly telling myself that I wasn't doing a good job. I also want to keep my eyes on my own prize and make sure I'm giving not only myself, but my readers something that's mine. Basically, for your question, I limit myself on what other people write to keep my own creativity high.

I promise, I see all the WIPs, the Six Sentence Sundays, and the chapter posts. And I will absolutely support any writer when they want it.

The best way to respond to your statement, anon, is that sometimes the way someone writes how the characters are interacting, or even how the writer writes a canon character, is just not for the reader. I know there are things about the way I write MacCready that a friend or two doesn't like. (Example: being a semi-functioning adult instead of being an insufferable whiny sack of duster. The second is hilarious, but it's not for me.) But it doesn't mean that it's "cringe." And those who say it is over asks, comments, etc, is just rude. How you (general you here) write your characters is how you bring your angle of them into the fandom. It may not be for everyone, it may be just that one thing someone needs to laugh, cry, etc.

My opinion? I love all of it. Your OC is yours. Express how you want to show the fandom who they are through fic, art, everything! Every OC is unique in some way. They might look similar to someone else's, they may be a self insert, they may be based off of someone else from a different media, and that's okay. Your OC is yours, and to me, creating them is a work of art. You're building a person! With goals, no matter how big or small, with a past, peaceful or not, etc! It's the same with fics with OC and canon characters. This is how you are telling the story of how they're interacting, bonding (smooching or punching each other, whichever you want), getting through the story of the game together (or not!). It's beautiful to me.

To me, every OC/Canon fic is valid. If you, Anon, want to write it, please go for it. Or if you're passing this on to someone who has been wanting to ask but was too nervous, then go for it.

If you're a writer who's writing, anon, keep going. You have my full support.

I hope this answers your questions! Thank you for the super long ask! 💜💜🫂🫂

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

The Siren & The Healer (2)

Natasha Romanoff arc

Chapter 2: The Stranger

Platonic Natasha x fem!Reader, Loki x fem!Reader (soulmates?)

Theme: With cracks between the most powerful superheroes of the earth, Natasha Romanoff does not find rest when she is assigned on a mission to find the missing pieces of a puzzling power that once nearly got into the hands- rather, tentacles- of Hydra. In order to unearth the pieces, she must dig through her own past and make a decision that might decide the fate of the earth in the coming wars.

Series: Will contain violence, death, destruction, softness, fluff, smut, friendship, and whatnot

Chapter warnings: it does not have floof. or smut. or Loki.

A/N: This was written a few years ago with an OC in mind so reader has a name but it is a reader insert.

Word Count: This weird pain in my heels has not gone away and it has been six freaking months! And I keep missing making appointments! With either of the doctors! I am so mad at myself. And I am trying to take vitamins for the same and I keep missing them too! Which reminds me I should put alarms. Which reminds me I should put alarms for this. ...and I keep missing putting up those too.

MASTERLIST in bio, love

Time: 2200 hrs

Location: Vienna

The little Iron Man funko pop had been entertaining you for the last two hours when the remaining contents of Harry’s table could not. By now you were practically half lying on his table, the chair rolling to and fro while you hummed the tune to Tender’s Nadir, bobbing your head like your little friend to the rhythm. Harry’s colleague- another assistant professor in the department- had come by to collect his stuff from his desk while you waited. “Why don’t you leave and he’ll come when he can,” he had mentioned, drawing a stare of judgment from you. Leave him? What am I? A monster? I can’ just ‘leave’ him. He’s Harry, man! Shut your trap hole!

"I'm so sorry Koshu. I had to collect some assignments from the students." Harry started with loud gasps of breath before he’s even entered the room. You were kinda bummed he knew you were there. You really wanted to surprise him. Though you had to say, you loved seeing him all flustered. It was quite a rare sight for you. You always so calm and composed friend never broke a sweat no matter how hard things were. Well, the things that were hard for you were a smooth sail for Harry. Even though you’d both come here to study and research in artificial intelligence, you had just dropped out of the course after the first semester and taken to teaching minor courses and skills while learning some yourself. He, on the other hand, had been acing it ever since he got here, winning scholarships and accolades. Not to mention the hearts of all ladies and interested men. And what did Harry do about it? Be as innocently unaware about it all as your crush on him. Stupid son of a sexy goofball!

"Look at you, all red and sweaty! I bet Sammy would love to have you now." you giggled.

Harry stood beside you for a second, blank, until he realised what you meant and flushed a fresh batch of red. Yeah, exes tend to have then effect sometimes. A part of you was glad to have that woman out of the picture- that part being the whole of you. No one wants a toxic girlfriend who wants you because you’re hot and then thinks she rather not because ‘I don’t know, Harry, you’re not as outgoing as I thought my boyfriend would be.’ She should have been glad you were on another continent at that time.

"Yeah. Whatever. Hey, I have to grade these assignments so why don't you head home. I'll finish these and then come back,” Harry admitted before wiping the sweat off his forehead. Ugh! Stop it you tease! Your inner voice was really having a day.

"What? Take them home! I'll cook us some pasta or Indian if you are craving some. Get comfy and then grade these bitches."

Harry raised his brows at you.

“That was for the papers. Not for you students....who do comprise of certain stuck ups if you ask me.”

He blinked before shrugging and nodding in agreement. Hesitating for a moment, he remained quiet, the corner of his lips twitching where it met his beard.

"Yeah, I'm comfy here. You go ahead."

It was your turn to raise arch your brow at him.

"Dude! Stop it!” you lectured, raising her hands in the air. “It’s okay for you to do the laundry but it’s not okay if I cook food for the both of us? And it’s not like I’m a bad cook that you avoid eating my hard work. This is called sharing responsibilities, something, I clearly remember, you lectured me on when we first came here. And I like cooking, it’s like a stress-buster. And I make awesome Indian food and a mean Chicken Alfredo."

“...”

“I do...don’t I?”

"Yeah, that you do."

"Thank God. So come home, you twat. Pack those things and let's move. I'm hungry. Let's go before I eat your brains."

Harry smiled sheepishly at his failed attempt for a second and then beamed with happiness from within.

"Alright. Go heat up the car. I'll bring all the material with me.”

You got up with a gush of new energy flowing inside you. Taking the keys from him, you walked for the door.

“Oh! And don't leave without me okay?" He called out from behind you, making you stop, turn and give him a narrow-eyed look. Harry laughed and dodged the duster you threw at him. "Jerk," you hissed through your teeth as you started walking towards the parking lot.

It was only seven in the evening but the sky had already bid goodnight. There were barely any students on the campus. You could hear EDM being played at a distance at some frat house or in someone's dorm. Kids, you thought to yourself, as if mocking them. And then again, you thought to yourself, kids- but now with wistful faraway happiness.

There were only four cars in the parking lot. An old Camry that belonged to a history professor who took night classes. Another one was a Bentley that belonged to a highly infamous professor of Personality Development. The man taught more about himself than about personalities. You never liked that guy.

This guy creeps me out from a mile away, your insides would always remind you.

The last one was an unknown SUV that stood a few meters away from Harry's car. It did not belong to any student or staff you knew.

You took a good look at it as you crossed it and moved to Harry's second hand, Honda. If there was anything Harry and you loved in common more than food, and a bit less than animals, it was this sweet lady. One could find notes, spare T-shirts, cologne, deodorants and much more in there. It could easily be called your second home.

Both of you had spent nights sleeping through all the tipsy- after wild parties during the first year- in this baby. This one had been with you when you’d got here and did not have a dark corner to cry in. Or when you and Harry needed to run away from the buzz of the city and escape into the mountains to rest under the stars and talk about all your deepest desires, darkest secrets and nethermost questions about life and purpose. Not to mention, you’d cleaned up this baby on Harry’s first date just so this guy would get some action- which clearly didn’t happen for this terribly shy guy.  This car had been a constant in it all and had even been knighted with a name.

“Hey Bunny! Did you miss mama? How was my girl today?” 

You were about to open Bunny’s door when your eyes went back to the SUV.

Matte black. Alloy wheels, clearly not of cheap quality. Weird number plate which was not from the state and a little metallic sword that hung from the rearview mirror inside- reflecting the lights from the parking lot right into your eyes.

Something did not feel right. You stood there for a few seconds looking in the parking lot for any sign of the owner.

“It is supposed to look intimidating.”

You jumped at the voice behind you.

A man came out of the shadows of the trees. He was wearing a grey suit and a pin bent in the shape of an eye with what seemed to be a ruby in the middle.

You closed Bunny’s door and locked the vehicle, carefully placing the car keys between your fingers so as to point them away from you and put the other hand around your bag. You took two steps back into the middle of the parking lot, standing visibly under the lights.

“I’m sorry, Sir, do I know you?”

The man stepped into the light. The wrinkles on his face made him look a bit over forty but his well-fitted suit around his body made him look younger and muscular. His grey eyes looked right into yours with a hint of a smile on his thin smooth lips.

“No, ma’am. But I have heard about you.”

You stepped further back into the most lit part of the lot.

“Can I help you, sir?”

You just now noticed the restraint in your voice- into a softer, smoother version of how you normally talked. This always happened when you were intimidated by the person standing in front of you.

“I have been looking for someone who could help me with this concept that is completely out of my league. But considering the things that are at stake, I was hoping you could help me.”

You looked in his direction, confused. More than that, you were frustrated, wondering where the campus guards were.

“I am talking about healing and meditation studies. A few kids who are visiting Europe on a foreign exchange program have shown some interest in getting certified in the course. And I heard you have some sort of experience with that thing.”

The man smiled, this time, his lips extended a bit more while his eyes still stayed grey. Your entire body feel a cold jitter all at once. His eyes. There was just something unsettling about them. Like they were looking right through your clothes, skin, flesh, and bones. 

“Oh! I’m sorry sir. I taught last semester and that was that. I no longer teach or practice it. But you can find teachers for the same more capable than me in the classes going on right now. In fact, the students can directly contact them. Their information is available on the university website.”

The man tilted his head a little as if he was questioning something you just stated.

“Really? You stopped teaching the course? But why? I met some of your students and they gave me really amazing reviews regarding your teaching methods.”

You felt drops of sweat trickle down your back. For a few seconds there, all you did was just blink and feel the fierceness of your heart trying to rise up a little. Finally, you gave a weak smile before answering. “It wasn’t suitable for me. I mean the timings and the hours I had to put in. It was sort of taking a toll on my health. So I don’t do it anymore. I don’t take classes. Neither do I freelance.”

The man was silent for a second while you felt her phone in her jacket. One wrong step and you were ready to press the button of wrath.

“So you’re telling me that healing and meditation took a toll on you.”

You let out one long tired sigh. Here we go. You’d heard that phrase before, more times than you could count.

“Yes, sir”, you muttered, your voice suddenly growing tired, “it does take a toll on you if you’re not careful.”

You wanted to take a look behind you to see if Harry was approaching but did not turn for the fear of the unknown now standing in front of you.

“Careful about what?”

“The things you work on, the ailments for example, who you work with, what energy you are going to work upon slash with,'' you stressed, though stressing as little as you could on the ‘energy’ bit.

“Oh! Like if someone was, say, in an accident, you wouldn’t treat them because that might take a toll on your health. So, you’d rather that person suffer than be treated by you.”

The statement took you by surprise. You had been thinking the man was a sceptical old pervert but here he was asking you questions a healer’s heckler noob does not play with so early.

“Excuse me?” you lost your voice a little. “Sir, it’s a lot more complica—”

The man looked away from you to take out a card from his jacket and hold it out for you to take.

“Why don’t you tell me all about it tomorrow at 8:15 am? Your ride’s here so let’s continue this tomorrow. I’m sure being a healer you have a good reason to not heal someone. Even a…” he paused, his dead eyes looking straight into yours, “loved one.”

And suddenly you were not standing in the parking lot anymore. The dead eyes stayed there with you as everything around you seemed to fade into the distance. Only the eyes, your cold body sweating and a familiar old voice shouting out for you from somewhere far away were present in the void.

Keosha.

You could almost recognize that faint noise accompanying it. A fade white noise was what it seemed to be initially. A part of your mind tried to filter out where exactly where it was coming from. 

Keosha.

It grew closer but now it was somewhat different. You thought you heard someone scream somewhere in the distance.

“Keosha!” Harry shook your arm.

You jumped back into reality, nearly a feet away from Harry’s grasp.

“Hey! Daydreamer!” He called out for you, taking one careful step towards you so as not to scare you away again. “You okay? Where did you go?”

You supported yourself on Bunny. Harry noticed the slow blinks, realising you had been living through some part of your wayward imagination that was not a pleasant one. So, he did what he always did during such times. Rubbing your back to soothe you before taking you in a light embrace.

Your heart was comforted by Harry’s presence, thanking him repeatedly for being there. Your mind was all over the place, looking around you for the cause of this sudden crack inside your mind. The old man was gone.

“Sorry I just got lost in…something. Should we go? We should go.”

Your body worked on its own, getting into the car, closing the door, putting on a radio station to drown out the echo of words left behind.

[sherrybaby14]

Take A Bite

This is for Honey-Bee-Holly’s challenge, congrats Doll!

Prompt: “Watch it doll, I just might have ta bite ya.”

Warnings: Smutty,smutty,smut,smut.  Very slim plot.  All consensual.

Pairings:  Alright….I make no apologies. This is MCU/MCU.

A/N:  This is a reader insert. Normally I try my hardest to leave the reader’s features vague, but in this you are blue.  For all intents and purposes, you have the exact same power as X-Men’s Mystique. Your gender is arguably open for interpretation but heavily leans to you being a female!reader. (The smut is all M/F)

Inspiration:  This gif

  Shoulders back, head up, blank look, and powerful walk. If you displayed enough confidence nobody ever asked anything in this building.  

               The pantsuits this chick liked to wear weren’t your favorite, but they were part of the SHIELD getup all the female agents were inclined towards.  

               You rolled your eyes as you stepped in the elevator. Maybe next time you would pose as someone who could enjoy a little femininity in their outfits.  

               The elevator came to a stop at the specified floor and you walked out into the SHIELD branch office inside Stark Tower. The receptionist glanced up at you but didn’t stop as you walked back towards Sharon Carter’s office.  

               You sat down in her chair and flipped her blond hair behind your shoulder.  Of course, her computer was of no use.  You weren’t a tech genius and didn’t have a clue how to hack it.  But one of the great things about organization’s like SHIELD was they were so terrified of being hacked they almost always kept paper copies of the most important documents.  

               After studying the association, the last few years, you began to suspect Carter was higher ranking than she let on.  

               When you pulled open the desk drawer you felt around the hitch at the top and took out the key to the file cabinet.

               You wondered if Director Fury would discipline her if he knew she stashed a spare key in such an obvious spot.  

               You spun around in the chair towards the massive file cabinets. It took a second to pop the key in place and voila, they all opened for you.  

               A smile spread on your face, wishing you had all day to go through every inch of paperwork, but for now you needed to focus. Did they have anything on you? Did they know you existed?

               “Knock knock.” The words were accompanied by two taps on the door.

               You spun and looked up to see Steve Rogers standing in the doorway.  

               “Good morning Sharon, you’re here early.” He crossed his arms as he leaned against the doorframe.

               “It’s going to be a busy day.” You sat up in the chair. “Can I help you with something Captain?”

               You’d surveyed all of them enough to know Steve Rogers was direct and had a packed schedule himself.  

               “No.” He pushed off the door and walked into the office. “Thought I would check in on you, keep some tabs, see what you’re up to.”

               It seemed like his chest was puffed out.

               “And what are you up to Sharon? Cleaning out files?” He walked towards your open drawer. “Is it spring cleaning already Sharon?”

               You didn’t like how he kept using the name of the person you were pretending to be.

               “No sense in maintaining old records.” You smiled and kept your posture perfect, confidence went a long way with everyone. “When I make a big enough pile would you help me carry them to the shredder?”

               You stood up and grabbed Steve’s bicep, well aware the two of them had some pseudo-relationship at some point.  This was far from your first trip inside SHIELD and these people kept tabs on everything.  

               “Sharon you flatter me.” He brushed his fingers to yours. “But I want to help you with more than brawn tasks.  Why don’t you tell me how you’re pulling the files, Sharon, then I can help you sort Sharon?”

               You bit the inside of your mouth and moved your jaw, a tick of your own, not of Sharon Carter’s.  The man was making you nervous.  Were you on their radar? What were they going to do to you when they found out?  You didn’t want to display a crack in your confidence.

               “Perfect.” You nodded. “I could really use the help, but I realized I forgot to grab a coffee.  I think I’m going to head back to the lobby.  Can I bring you back something?”

               “Nonsense.” Steve reached over you, as if he were about to give you a hug, the action almost made you topple back into the chair.

               “What are you…” Before you could get the question out you heard the click of a receiver.  

               Steve stood back up again and handed you the phone.

               “Why don’t you order some? Have it delivered?” He was inches from your face with a huge grin.  “You remember how to do that, don’t you Sharon?”

               You were found out.  There was no doubt.  You were strong but strong enough to take out Captain America?  Your best bet was to find a way out of his line of sight.

               You tried to back out, but your knees hit the chair and you stumbled again.  Steve reached out and grabbed you, supporting you and you steadied yourself.

               “Watch it doll, I just might have ta bite ya.” He tiled his head to the side, his face still displaying the mischievous grin.  

               “Wait…” Your adrenaline started to drop.  This wasn’t right. You weren’t found out.  

               “Who are you?”  You blew a puff of air and put your hands on your hips.

               “What do you mean?” The person wearing Steve Rogers took a step back, losing the grin. “I’m Captain America of course.”

               “Watch it doll? I just might have ta bite ya?” You shook your head. “I’ve interacted with him a few times, he would never talk like that at work.”

               “He uses the name doll all the time.” A corner of Steve’s mouth turned up as he leaned back against the desk. “And who are you? Because Sharon Carter would never wear those heels.”

               “This outfit is an exact copy of one she wore two months ago.” You knew it was silly to get into this debate and had to keep focused. “Obviously you’re not with SHIELD or you would’ve busted me already, so can I get back to work so I can get out of here?”

               “What is it you’re looking for? Maybe I can be of some assistance.” Steve raised his eyebrows and you realized how stupid it was to even think this was the real Captain America.  None of the mannerisms were down.  

               “I work alone.” You tilted your head towards the door. “Either you leave or I will.”

               Someone walked by the outside of the office.

               “Oh hey, you two are here early.” General Rhodes stopped in the doorway. “Did you go to the gym already?”

               “Umm, yes.” Fake Steve nodded.

               Whoever this guy was, he was an amateur and you decided to have some fun with him.

               “Captain Rogers was telling about the time he saved an entire platoon during the war.  It is a fantastic story, the detail he remembers is astounding.”  Now it was your turn to give a mischievous grin.

               “Oh yeah?” Rhodes walked in.

               “It’s a long one though.” You touched Rhodes’ shoulder. “I already heard the first ten minutes and I forgot my coffee.  Captain start over for the General, would you? You’re going to laugh so hard when he gets to the part about the kitten.”  

               “I’ll bite.”  Rhodes leaned against Sharon’s desk. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard a story with a war kitten.”

               “Oh, um it’s not really that great of a story.” Fake Steve started scratching his head.

               You used the opportunity to strut out of the office.  Shoulders back, head up and into the elevator.  

               While intrigued that there was another shifter out there you were more annoyed this morning was a bust.  Plus you didn’t get the chance to close the files cabinet and put away the key, mixing that with Rhodes seeing Sharon could end up problematic if he felt like mentioning seeing her this morning.

               Odds of that were slim, but the open file cabinet would mean moving the key. It wasn’t like you didn’t know where the master one was, but that was going to be a pain in the ass to get.

               You weighed your options while the door to the elevator closed.  Sharon hadn’t done you that well today so as you let out a sigh you changed your form to another powerful blond who wouldn’t raise any flags in Stark Tower.

               Before the elevator moved a bell dinged at the door opened again.  A familiar face stepped on with you. He even had on the signature duster and eye-patch.

               “Ms. Potts.” He nodded his head.

               “Director Fury.” You smoothed out the dress Pepper was wearing, much prefer this to the pantsuit.  

               The door shut and you road down in silence for a few floors.  

               “War kittens?” He folded his arms and looked over at you. “Really?”

               “You ruined my morning, figured it was the least I could do.”

               “Come now Darling, these people don’t even know you exist.  No need to behave so paranoid and search their files.” Fake Fury turned to you. “I, on the other hand, am far too aware of your existence, but I have yet to determine your true identity.”

               “Good.” You tried to fight the smile, but it crept forward. “I plan on keeping it that way.”

               “Who are you?” Fury wasn’t even trying to sound like him. “Tell me. Please.”

               “Someone who is smarter than you.” You let out a little laugh.

               The gruff face looked offended.  

               “Sharon Carter is out of the office today and Pepper Potts is fast asleep from hosting a gala late last night.  Nobody is expecting to see them but it wouldn’t raise any questions if they were spotted.  Steve Rogers and Director Fury are both in the building, so all you’re doing is attracting attention.” You reached out and cupped fake Fury’s face as his mouth hung open.  “There’s an art in impersonation.  One you don’t understand.”  

               The elevator came to a stop on the bottom floor. You walked out, sliding your hand down their cheek in the process.  The morning was starting to pick up as the lobby filled.  You glanced over your shoulder expecting to see a dumbstruck Fury.

               Instead, there was a robust security guard with the same look, his eyes glued to you.  You couldn’t help yourself and gave a wink before turning around, putting on Pepper’s sunglasses and strutting out into the busy New York city streets.

~~~

               Wearing another’s form was like wearing clothes for you, some were more comfortable than others.  When you were alone you preferred your own self.  Since your image could transform with outfits you assumed your true form was as close to being naked as it got, but to you, clothing was just an extension of oneself and you did that often enough.

               So you stayed naked and blue, sitting cross-legged on your couch channel surfing.  It was the stereotypical New York apartment, tiny and expensive, but it was actually yours. That never stopped you from taking vacations as the rich and famous, but here in your loft, you had no problem being yourself.

Besides, if any peeping Tom looked in on you they would probably be more frightened by the blue scales than the nudity.  

               You wondered if fake Steve/Fury was blue too. If you had met under different circumstances you might have asked, but interfering with your business was no way to introduce themselves.  You sighed, giving yourself a mental kick for not closing that file cabinet.  

               The other shifter said SHIELD knew nothing about you though.  You would like to believe the shifter but they were so sloppy.  There was zero chance they gathered any real intel with their method.  You bit the inside of your cheek, confused how they found you out though.  

               A knock on the door broke your thoughts.  You popped up and in a second your scales flipped to make your appearance mimic the extra on the background of the television show you were watching.  She was tall, curvy, dark-skinned with dark brown eyes.  The outfit she wore showcased her breasts and that was exactly what you wanted.

               “Coming.” Your voice changed to mimic hers as well.

               Sometimes when you transformed into a person this beautiful you wondered what you would look like if you were just a person.  Of course, you had your preferred form that felt natural, but there was no way to tell if that was really you or not.  

               You gave up obsessing over that long ago though. You realized you were wearing the heels too and wondered if you were overdoing it for the pizza delivery guy. Then you glanced down and got another look at your breasts. You gave them a squeeze through the gold dress and decided it was worth it.  

               Plastering a fake smile on your face you flipped the black hair behind your shoulders and pushed your tits out further.  This form was hot enough you were going to get that free pizza before you even had to scam the guy.  

               “Well, you got here quick.” You yanked open the door to see a gun pointed between your eyes.  

                The form didn’t matter, you grabbed the wrist and twisted it away.  The assailant walked into your apartment and tried to smash their other arm down on your shoulder.  You stepped out of the way and let them go as you lifted your foot and kicked them in the chest, heel and all.  

                They slammed into your refrigerator with a clink. You readied yourself in a defensive stance and noticed the sound came from metal hitting metal.  

                He lunged at you, but you ducked down while the silver arm missed and through his body forward.  His brown hair swinging as he turned around and lifted his leg to kick you.  There was a black mask across his mouth and smudged liner around his eyes.  

               Your adrenaline flared when you realized you recognized him from your recon work.  It was the Winter Soldier.  The worlds deadliest assassin.  

               The two-second pause cost you as his leg swung down to your ankles, knocking you to the floor with a sweeping motion.  

               His human hand grabbed your throat and he raised his metal had to punch you, but your reflexes kicked in.  You did a kip and found yourself on your feet, then brought your foot down on the back on his neck, slamming him to the ground.

               You ran for the door, knowing escape was your only chance, but before you got it cool metal grabbed the back of your neck and pushed you forward, closing the wooden panel and slamming you against it.  

               His other hand came forward and twisted the lock, keeping you inside your apartment.  You wouldn’t give up though.  Heel and all you curled your leg up and bent the knee before slamming it back into his gut.

               “Ugh.”  He tumbled and grabbed his stomach, maybe heels were a good choice after all.

               You lifted your leg, ready to slam it down on his neck, but his hand jutted out and grabbed your ankle.  He ran forward and pushed your back against the door, effectively making you do a split while standing, one leg on the floor.  

               All this time you were so nervous about the Avengers figuring out who you were you turned a blind eye to Hydra.  No way would you be taken alive by them.  You tried to head butt the Winter Soldier, but he veered left.  

               Your hands were still free and you chopped at his side, knowing the side of your hand could be as powerful as a punch.  

               “Ouch.” He dropped your leg and put pressure on his side.

               Now you had the chance to use your forehead and didn’t hesitate to knock him down.  He stumbled and you brought your foot to his neck, pressing him into the fall so he landed flat on his back.  

               You stood above him with your heel pressed down on his neck, your fists ready for attack.  

               The man looked up at you with a huge grin and started slow clapping.

               “Well done darling.” The assassin pulled his mouth cover down. “You truly are a treasure, but I doubt someone who looks the way you do is interested in a pizza night in.  Why don’t you show me who you really are?”

               Your chest was huffing in and out.  It had been years since you had a fight like this and your endorphins were through the roof. Besides, you had some questions for the other shapeshifter.

               “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” You pressed your heel down harder on his neck.

               “I’m impressed you manage to keep your panties on as part of your change.” The fake Winter Soldier tilted his head to look up your gold dress.  

               He was no longer a threat, so you lifted your foot off of him and rolled your eyes as you stood straight.  

               “Of course, if you’re wearing gold maybe you prefer the company of royalty.” King T’Challa popped up from the floor.  

               He walked towards you and you fell back against the door, cursing yourself for not watching the transformation.

               “Would you like to kneel for your king?” The Black Panther leaned forward and put his arms on either side of his head as he looked over you.

               The man was beautiful, and his lips were centimeters from your face. It was your fault you missed his transformation and were intrigued, so you let your image change.

               “I prefer brains and beauty over status and fancy suits.” Your image flipped to the petite Wakandan whose brains barely fit inside her small statute.

               “Wow.” T’Challa moved his face back. “I’m not sure how I feel about a brother-sister combo.”

               You tilted your head to the side and smiled up in your Shuri imitation.

               “Well, what did you have in mind? Outside of breaking into my apartment and attacking me after ruining my workday?” You over exaggerated your blinking.

               In the midst of trying to be cute his form switched and you pressed your head against the door, shocked you missed the change again. He was much faster than you.

               “Maybe the two smartest people in the universe belong together.” Pale eyes looked straight at you since he shrunk with the latest change. “Think of the scientific discoveries.”

               Bruce Banner was never one that you paid too much attention to, but being this close to him, whether it was real or not, made you pause to study. The face was perfect.  

               The imposter used your lapse of judgment to lean forward and press his lips to yours. When was the last time anyone kissed you? Images of being on your own personal missions and using intimate exchanges to gather knowledge excluded.  Someone was actually kissing you.  

               You opened your mouth and invited his tongue to play with yours.  The way he moved into you felt better than expected and you brought your hands around his neck and pulled him in closer while you brought your leg around his waist.  

                His leg came behind you and knocked out one of your knees, causing you to slide down, but his hand was on your back and he lowered you to the floor without making your head smack.  There was no way that was possible given the properties of physics.

               The idea jarred you to reality.  This wasn’t someone kissing you.  This was Bruce Banner kissing Shuri. If he was capable of bending the laws of time and space, he was more powerful than you.  You were intrigued, and wanted to keep this going.

               Your skin flipped again. Now you were much taller, your hair had a grey streak and you made sure your outfit choice came with the signature cloak.

               The change made your partner pull away, but still Dr. Banner looked down at you.

               “Are you a wizard?” You expected him to stop the romantic entanglement now that you were male.  

               Instead, Bruce’s smile grew as he pushed back your fluffy hair.  

               “The way you change is beautiful.” His lips went back to yours.  

               Even in Dr. Strange’s body you found excitement in his touch and let his tongue slide into your mouth.  

               Wearing the suit of a man was too heavy for you. Their extra parts always felt awkward, so your skin flipped again.  This time you let your cheeks turn Scarlett.  

               Fake Bruce pulled away just in time to watch you switch.  

               “I’m not a wizard or a witch either.” Bruce placed a light kiss on your lips.  When he pulled away your eyes widened. Now Hawkeye was above you. “And as much fun as this is, I want to see the real you.”

               His change was too quick.  He wasn’t like you.  Wizard or witch this was coming to another place.  Before you could think of a way to respond his lips were back on yours. This time your interest was too peaked and you rolled over with no resistance.

               You sat up to see Clint Barton underneath you still. You tilted your head to the side and examined him, looking for anything out of the normal.  

               Anytime you took a break it was used against you and Clint’s hands were on Wanda’s shirt.  You rose your arms as he lifted the fabric from your body.  The Scarlet Witch did have fantastic breasts and you had no problem showing them off.  

               Instead of it being a show fake Clint ran his hands up them and they had real feeling.  You tilted your head back as one of his arms went behind you and pulled you forward, bringing his nipple into your mouth.

               Had anyone touched you in this way ever?  Did it matter it wasn’t you?  

               “As beautiful as you are right now, I’m certain the real you is even more charming.” Hawkeye sat up and flipped you over so he was on top of his back. “Put me out of my misery.  Show me.”  

               “I’m nobody.” You were at such odds with your identity it was almost a real answer.

               His eyes danced over you before he moved down and started kissing your neck. You moved your head to give him easier access and wished you hadn’t bothered to transform into anyone wearing clothing.

               You tried to thrust your hips against his, but he pulled away.  Now the face of Sam Wilson looked down at you.  

               “Why be someone when you can be everyone?” He grinned at you with the million-dollar smile only Falcon had.  

               “You’re not playing fair.” You grabbed the bottom of Sam’s shirt and yanked it over his head.  

               The moment gave you the opportunity to change figures again. This time while his shirt shielded his face.  

               “Agent Hill.” Sam bit a lip and glanced down your body. “I’m glad you kept the shirt off, but still not the real you.”

               His hand went to your stomach and snaked down until it got to the top of your pants.  He gripped the waistband and pulled, sending the buttons flying and breaking the zipper in the process.  Your hips picked up from the floor with the movement and he slipped them off.  

               “Regardless of the form, you feel, don’t you?” Falcon ran his hand up one of your bare legs. “This is real, not an illusion?”

               His hands got to the top of your thigh and you let out a gasp when his fingers kept moving. It had been so long since anyone touched you like this.  

               “Even though I’m touching Maria, it is still you who gets the pleasure?”  Sam ran his finger up your slit.

               You moaned, not needing the foreplay.

               “I’d like to meet the person I’m actually touching though.” He pushed his hand back down and a finger circled your entrance.  “Figure out what they really like.”

                “What about you?” You shot up from the floor and put your hand on his shoulder. Rolling so that he was on his back and you were straddling him. “Are you real? Or is this just you messing with my mind?”

                “Oh, I’m real.” A dark haired blue eyed man looked up at you. “They say ladies always go for a guy who can make them laugh.”

               “Thanks for keeping the shirt off.” You dropped your hands to his waist and started to undo the pants. “I hear Scott Lang likes to play with ants.”

                You pushed yourself up and yanked down his pants as your image flipped again.  This time you grinned down at him now in the form of Aunt May.

               “Oh, you are cheeky.” Scott looked up at you with a huge smile. “And as much as I love an older woman and this fantastic body, I’m willing to bet yours is even better.”

                Scott’s hands went to your hips and he pulled you down on top of him.  You reached behind yourself and fisted his cock.  Playing this little game was making you extra horny, regardless of form. It appeared he was enjoying himself as well since he was rock hard.  

               “Tell me, when you change shapes will the size change as well.” You squeezed his dick and licked your lips at the same time.  

               “That piece of anatomy is all mine.” Steve Rogers was now the one you were straddling.  

               He pushed you back a little and pulled his cock forward so that you were right above him.  

               “Maybe we could give these two the love story they never got.” As you lowered yourself onto him you image flipped into Peggy Carter.

               “Ahhh,” you both moaned at the same time as he pushed inside of you and you lowered yourself down at the same time.  

               Steve kept his hands on your hips, but he didn’t take the lead as you started to ride him, rocking and rolling your hips.  

               “I think Cap is a little too gentle for a girl like you.”  An arm wrapped around your waist as Tony Stark sat up, pulling your chest against his. “I’m willing to be you like it when someone else takes control.”

               Tony started flexing underneath you, using his hand to pull your body back and forth at a fast rate.  

               You draped your hands over his shoulder as your clit brushed against him with each movement, the position giving you the ability to grind down on him.  

               “Maybe you deserve someone whose out of this world.” You skin flipped again and this time you pushed Gamora’s forehead against Tony’s.

               “I’m not familiar with this one.” Tony looked surprised, but he didn’t stop moving rocking you up and down while you ground on top of him.

               The pressure was starting to build and you let out a moan.  

               “Then let’s stick to everyone’s favorite.” Again your skin flipped and the bright red curls were in front of your face.

               Tony buried his head in Nat’s chest and started licking your nipples.  It made you pick up the pace as your mouth hung open, the need in your belly growing stronger.

               Woosh! You weren’t sure how he did it, but you found yourself on your back with him buried deep inside of you.

               “I see everything, but I can’t see you.” Vision’s maroon skin was too tempting and you let out a gasp as you pulled him down for a kiss.  

               Vision kept slamming into you and your orgasm was coming.  You tried your hardest to roll your body with his, chasing after the need while you moaned and panted.  

               The movement was enough and the coil in your belly sprung free.  You cried out and through your head back. The pleasure making you lose any sense of focus. You couldn’t hold onto the image of the black widow and your skin fluttered away.

               Your partner grunted and gave a final deep thrust. You felt his cock convulse as your eyes rolled back into your head.  He collapsed on top of you and it took a moment to form any coherent thought.  

               “Beautiful.” The weight above you moved. “The most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”  

               Your eyes opened and you looked down at your blue skin. It was too late to try and hide, but you didn’t know whether to believe what was in front of you.

               “And you?” If this were his true form it made sense.

               “In the flesh.” The demigod pulled his cock out of you making a reminder of pleasure shoot to your core.  “Oh, we are going to have such fun together love.”

               You didn’t know how to respond, especially when his fingers started tracing your curves.

               “I’ve changed my mind.” Loki leaned over and looked you in the eyes.  “ Why should you be anyone when you can be you?”      

[artificialskyway-archives]

Accidental Findings

Characters: Taehyung x Reader

Type: Smut/Fluffish

Length: 1,210  words

~Admin M & R

You are cleaning your house diligently, as Taehyung walks in through the front door.

You have your headphones on, so you don’t notice him immediately, focusing hard on the task at hand.

“Hey, Y/N! I’m back!” he calls out. No answer. Confused, Tae turns around to take another look at you and notices you’re headphones. He laughs to himself as he walks up to you, pulling your headphones off and giving you a kiss. Surprised and caught off guard you reluctantly kiss him back, but then smack his arm because he knows you hate it when he pulls your headphones off.

He chuckles and hits your ass as he walks away heading towards the kitchen. Neither of you are expecting the soft moan that leaves your mouth in response to his action, leaving you both in shock. He immediately turns around to look back at you, your face a shy pink forcefully trying not to make eye contact with Taehyung.

“Did… did you just moan?” He asks.

“What? No. You’re hearing things Tae,” you spit out and continued sweeping, hoping that he would just let it go.

He laughs at your response, his cute box smile on display. You put the broom down and opted for a duster. You are now standing on a chair trying to dust the bookshelves, the color in your face slowly returning back to its normal shade. Just as you thought things had calmed down, you feel Tae’s hands slowly caressing your thighs. You try to ignore him, but then his hands move slowly but surely further up and to your ass, and he gives it a light squeeze. You let out another soft moan and he takes the opportunity to sweep you off your feet, carrying you over his shoulder to the bedroom you share.

“Tae, what do you think you’re doing?” You whine from behind him.

“I’m helping you out, Y/N, what do you think I’m doing?”  

“Helping,” you scoff, “if you wanted to help you’d be cleaning with me.”

He smirks, “No, Y/N, I’m helping you with the obvious tension you have for me.”

You both enter the bedroom, and right before he lets you down onto the bed, Tae gives your ass a little bite. A small yelp leaves your lips as you fall onto the bed, no matter how much you wanted to protest, you couldn’t help but love every moment.

He quickly throws off his shirt and you do the same, heartbeats both beginning to rise with sweet excitement. Tae lowers himself to you and kisses you. The kiss instantly turns into a heated one. Tongues wrestling for dominance, you lose your fingers in Tae’s hair, pulling him closer into you. He moans deeply into the kiss, sending a pleasant sensation to your core.

You both start grinding your hips into each other, soft moans being swallowed by the kiss. He then breaks away from the kiss, pushing himself off the bed and slowly pulls down both your pants and your underwear. After relieving you of your clothes, he moves to begin taking off his pants. As he does this, you dispose of your bra swiftly and that’s when Tae pauses taking off his pants, taking in your beauty. A soft smile forms on his face as his eyes scan your body from head to toe. Finally, he rids himself of his pants and boxers, throwing them off to the side. He returns back down onto the bed. He crawls over to hover over you, with his arms by either side of your head he kisses you sweetly.

“You’re so beautiful,” Tae whispers in your ear. He looks into your eyes and kisses you again. Even in this state, Taehyung manages to be able to fill your stomach with a thousand butterflies. And all of a sudden you feel like the way you felt when you first met him, happy. Turning your head to the side, you plant a soft kiss on his arm, “you’re just as beautiful, you know.” You breath out, looking back in his dark eyes. You both smile, letting out a breath of air, both too shy and filled with butterflies to move.

Suddenly, you snaked your hand down in between you two and take his hard member in your hand. His breath hitches and he lets out a long moan as you move your hand up and down his shaft. Once he’s hard enough, you bring his dick to your core and he pushes your hand away.  He gets up and turns you over and picks your ass up.

“I’m supposed to be helping you, remember, Y/N?” He asks, the familiar smirk finding its way back to his face. You’re now on your hands and knees, you bite your bottom lip as excitement flooded through your veins. Tae runs his hard member along your folds and slowly starts to insert himself in your dripping core. With this sweet sensation you both let out a long, delicious moan. He waits for you to adjust before he starts moving slowly. In no time, his pace turns unimaginable as he pounds you into the mattress.

All you can hear are your moans and the sound of skin slapping echoing through the bedroom. Tae leans down, chest on your back and he kiss your shoulder, before sucking and nibbling on it. He rises back up and gives your ass a slap, eliciting a pleasurable pain that sends you into a mess of moans and whimpers. One of his hands moves to your core, finding your clit and rubbing your swollen bundle of nerves. When he realizes that he’s close to climax, he gives your ass another slap, following with harder and faster thrusts.

“T-Taehyung,” you yell out with bated breath.

“Mmm, Y/N. You feel so good.” he grunted between thrusts.

You moan his name loudly once more before reaching your high. Stars and then a blanket of white fills your vision as you feel your body shake in blissful pleasure. He feels your climax on his member, tightening around him and releases himself in you. Taehyung slides himself out once he’s done and collapses next to you. You fall forward onto your stomach, trying to catch your breath. After a while you feel a tingle along your spine. Tae was propped on his side, running his long fingers up and down your back. He’s humming a light melody, soothing you until you find your breath and your vision clears. Finally you turn and land on top of his chest him, knocking the breath out of him.

“You literally took my breath away,” he laughs.

You can’t help but laugh with him, “good, now we’re even,” you respond, a smile reflecting the smile on his face.

“Y/N,” he whispers to you, “you know we’re doing that more often, now, right jagi?” Tae asks. And with sleep quickly finding you, all you could manage was to let out a hum of agreeance response. He definitely takes that as the okay for a round two, and smiles at the thought. But for now, Taehyung wraps his arms around you and pulls the covers over the both of you as you drift off into a sweet sleep.

Masterlist

[iridescentprose]

the other side of the law [jim ellis x reader insert] warnings(s); mentions of blood; fluff

If there was one thing you couldn't stand more than the sight of blood, it was the stench of cold, hard whiskey. However, its presence was necessary as your boyfriend had sustained a nasty graze. You worked diligently—your hands working fast to clean up the blood and disinfect the wound, all while Jim threw back his head once and then twice. The liquid swished down his throat. He let out a hiss that made you wince.

"Sorry," you mumbled as you swiped the disinfectant clean. You grabbed some makeshift gauze—a bath rag you found on the bathroom sink that happened to be folded neatly, ready for temporary use.

"I'm not gonna die, am I?"

"Shut up." You playfully smacked Jim in the chest and he chuckled in response. "I'm not a nurse, Ellis, but I know what I'm doing," you said, tying off the rag firmly with a triple knot. "Just stop running in front of bullets, alright?"

After finishing the knot, you stood to call it quits, but a set of arms pulled you back and you were sitting on the edge of the lumpy mattress again.

"Is that your way of thanking me for saving your life?" Jim said, his hold firm but playful around your waist.

Carefully, you turned around so you were facing him, being mindful of his injured arm. "That's my way of warning you, Jim. There's no sense in us being together if you're trying to get yourself killed. I can handle my own, remember?"

The both of you simultaneously smirked at the memory of your first meeting. Had it not been for Jim's quick thinking and your shooting skills, both of you might've been dead by now.

"How can i forget?" Jim said, surprising you with a quick kiss to your cheek. "But if you're coming to a gunfight, having two guns is always better than one."

You knew he was right. Ever since you stepped foot into this town you'd only been running into trouble on your own. But the moment you ran into the injured man you were currently sharing a motel room with, the burden of being on the run seemed a lot less heavy.

"I hate it when you're right," you mumbled, cleaning up the mess from patching Jim up. Once all the materials had been put away, you sank onto the bed, knees curled to your chest as your eyes were glued on the tv.

Jim groaned as he leaned back against the headboard. His hand found yours and you squeezed it gently.

Perhaps being on the other side of the law wouldn't be as bad as you thought.

Granted, you missed the safety and security of having a steady income. But the politics that came with the job, the advancement, the badge...it all felt like a waste with the blood, sweat, and tears it sucked out of you. Had it not been for Jim, life would've felt a lot more lonely.

"Thank you," you eventually whispered

Jim shifted to look at you, his thumb rubbing against the back of your hand. "For what, doll?"

"For saving my life, Jim Ellis."

[iridescentprose]

pinky swear [awan bitsui x reader insert] author's note; please go watch duster if you haven't already.

"Awan?"

You stood from the couch and walked briskly to the bathroom door that had been left slightly ajar. "I'm coming in," you said as you heard a slight groan in response. With little effort, you pushed past the door and your eyes widened. "What happened?"

Awan was hunched over the sink, hissing in pain as he tried applying an antiseptic to a nasty cut and bruise that coated his left eye. One of the shelves—the one he had promised to fix—had toppled over, spilling first aid equipment all over the sink and floor.

"It's just a bruise, not a big deal," he assured you, quickly covering his eye despite you having seen the damage. He turned from the mirror and leaned against the sink, producing a pained smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Unconvinced, you lifted a brow and reached up to tug at his wrist. Reluctantly, Awan's hand fell away from his face, along with his smile.

"It looks a lot worse than it feels," he quickly said, lips moving quickly to sway you away from your scolding. "I've had paper cuts in the office worse than this—"

You gave his hand a squeeze before reaching for a nearby cotton swab. Wordlessly, Awan squeezed your hand back before sitting on the edge of the tub. He was no longer towering over you, making it easier for you to take care of him. Carefully, you began wiping at the cut right below his left eyebrow.

You worked diligently to clean the scratch as Awan told you what happened. There happened to be a nasty scuffle at the office and he happened to be in the way of a fist or two. Although you were no doctor, you didn't think he any sort of orbital fracture. Just a scar and really nasty purple bruise.

"It comes with the job," he said, his long arms wrapping slowly around your waist as he tugged you towards him. You stumbled forward, though straightened a bit as your finger slid the bandage over the cut. "No need to worry about me."

You let your defense down and looked into his eyes. "Please be careful, next time? No more fights." You stuck out your pinky, your lips turning into a slight smirk. You knew his job had been his first love and that he had no intentions of parting with it soon. After all, he sacrificed the comforts of familiarity, his family, and lifestyle to maintain it. He'd be darned to give that up over petty office tensions.

Awan's signature grin came to fruition. "No more intentional fights on my end, I can promise you that." He stuck out his pinky and wrapped it around yours.

Simultaneously, you both kissed on the pinky swear before retiring to the couch for the evening.

[prose-for-hire]

All I want for Christmas is you

[This is a (late) part of my 12 Days of Chirstmas fics]

Pairing: Spike x fem!reader

Request: Hi! A spike request angst for the holiday collection. Where spike and the reader get into a massive fight and he says some really hurtful things. So its really awkward leading into Christmas and the reader considers leaving him. But then spike gives the reader a present on Christmas like a sorry present that changes her mind :)

Requested by: Anon

Warning: Spike and reader fight and say mean things. Swearing. Very light sex references.

A/N: I use the ambiguous phrase ‘jewellery’ rather than explaining what the object is because it’s a reader insert and some people like certain items and some people don’t like any jewellery (blame Buffy and Dawn sorry)

You and Spike loved each other, you knew this. But you and Spike also argued. All the time. You had broken up and got back together more times than you could count. It was a ‘can’t live with him, can’t live without him’ situation. And you were just going in circles.

This particular time, finds you and Spike finishing decorating the crypt. It had been fun, by all accounts. You had even got a tree. He had managed to distract you a lot, making an hour’s task lasting the entire day.

When you were loved up, it was bliss. It was fierce passion. Often languid and sensual. Even giddy and fun at times.

He hugged you from behind, closing his eyes as he inhaled, kissing the back of your head. His hands started to wander from your hips and you closed your eyes in delight. Pressed against him felt so right.

“Did you hear that?” You said, your eyes snapping open. It was bells. Little, twinkling Christmas bells. It was eerie, not cheery. You hadn’t bought any bells.

Spike groaned in frustration and looked around as if you had gone mad. You were always doing this. Driving him wild. Teasing him so.

“What in the buggering hell are you goin’ on about?”

“There’s something…” You said cryptically as you looked around, which irritated him to no end.

“It’s nothing, just- come here”

“Spike! Why don’t you listen to me?” You pouted slightly, hoping it was entice him to take you seriously, check if there was a threat. But it did the opposite.

“Oh, right, and what’s your plan then? Why don’t we scream and run away. That’s about the form of your fighting skills anyhow ain’t it?”

“Just shut up – it’s Christmas” You snapped, looking at him as if he needed to drop it. But this just irritated him, as if you were chastising him. Like he was someone you could control. Emasculate.

“Poor little y/n, making things up for a scrap of attention again” He stuck his lower lip out and tilted his head to the side, in a way that nobody would describe anything other than patronisingly, “You don’t know who you are, not without me” He added the end after a pause.

“You’re the one that followed me around for months on end before I agreed to date you!” You bit back. This is where everything tended to go south. Fast.

“Yeah? Well we’re only together after last time ‘cause I took pity on you and took you back – saw how I left you wantin’ thought we might as well. You’re attractive at least” He leaned in and took your chin, moving you to face him as he insulted you. You held back tears. He was supposed to love you, why was he always so mean?

“Fuck you, Spike!” You shouted, grabbing his wrist and moving him from touching you before adding, “You’re such a self-assured pig!”

“Yeah, you love it” He purred.

“I hate you”

“No, you don’t” He stated. Before dragging his voice out almost sing-song like but in a humourless way, “You want me. You need me” He bit his lip, moving closer and closer, making you shiver. He was trying to charm you into submission. Again.

Well, it wouldn’t work… not this time anyway.

“You’re the one that wouldn’t leave Buffy’s doorstep until I came back with you! You’re obsessive! You’re a slave to love, no - to pain, Spike!” You stated, moving away from where he had started to back you against the wall.

“Slave to you” He offered, that look in his eye. Offering to forget about it, although he had been the one that had been cruel. His look offering making up. In bed, wherever you wanted. He would even apologise if it meant you wouldn’t leave him again. But you were still mad, still angry at the way he spoke to you.

His look almost made you back down, he was hard to resist. You were addicted to each other. Even when you were fighting it could switch to sex so easily. To hot passion.

But not today.

“No. You’re not. You don’t want me. You want drama, a fight. I’m sick of it! Forget it” You shouted, continuing, “I mean it this time, Spike! We’re done!”

“Love, you don’t mean that – we’re-”

“Finished!” You ended his sentence for him, “Get out!”

“No- I’m the one with my name above the door, you don’t bloody pay the rent” He said, backing away from you as you had that look in your eye. You could be downright vindictive.

“Neither do you - it’s a crypt, you don’t pay shit!”

“You wouldn’t throw your fella out just before Christmas, would you, love?” He tried as you had walked him out of the front door, throwing his leather duster at him. He caught it in a ball and clutched it to his chest.

He sighed exaggeratedly. He really didn’t want to have to rough it somewhere, exposing himself to possible sunlight. He wanted you again. He cursed himself. Wished he had just kept his mouth shut.

But you weren’t so innocent. If he hadn’t created an argument, you would have done. It had been in the air. Building up over weeks.

“Bloody women!” He screamed at the door you had unceremoniously slammed in his face. He heard you slide the bolt across the door and he kicked it for good measure, howling in pain and hobbling away.

To add insult to injury, as he stalked through the streets trying to find a suitable crypt it had started to snow. The first bloody snow here in centuries and he had been caught up in it. It couldn’t get any worse.

Shit. Why did he have to think that? He rounded the corner and almost ran straight into the Slayer. He had been dragging his feet, kicking a stone until he looked up and saw her.

“There a reason you’re terrorising the sidewalk, Spike?”

“None of your business”

“Y/n’s kicked you out again hasn’t she?” Buffy’s face lit up as his face gave away she had guessed correctly.

She enjoyed seeing him like this. She was your best friend and she thought (no, knew) that you were too good for him. She told you all the time. But you were both too swept up in the animal attraction. In the possessive, heated entanglement you couldn’t escape if you wanted to.

“Betty the do-good…-er” Spike floundered. It wasn’t his best line. He was ridiculously sad. Mourning the loss of his relationship with you again. He craved you, he wept for you. There was a deep aching in his chest the further he walked from the crypt. The further he walked from you.

“That was tragic. You weren’t kiddin’ when you said you were bad” Buffy said, not able to hide the smile at her own joke.

“Yeah, well, just lost the love of my un-life here. Give a bloke a break” He snapped, sniffing and trying to wipe his eye on his sleeve subtly. Buffy rolled her eyes but for some reason, before she went over to the crypt to collect you and the overnight bag you had packed and re-packed more than you can count, she turned back to him.

“You know she feels the same. Maybe it’s time to let go, Spike. Or buy jewellery. I hear girls like jewellery” Buffy shrugged.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t know” He muttered, luckily she didn’t hear it or she would have spun back and staked him on site. She only hadn’t before the previous interaction because she knew you would never forgive her.

Your relationship was infuriating. And not just to you and Spike. It had a ripple effect, it was a part of your friends lives too. One day you would be shouting and screaming, the next passionately making love on the nearest surface. It was exciting and painful, like whiplash from a rollercoaster. The rollercoaster that was y/n and Spike.

It had been a few days now. You were staying at Buffy’s. She was a good friend to you. No matter how many times you and Spike yo-yo’d between love and hate she was there for you. With as little judgement as she could.

She comforted you while you cried, heartbroken despite Buffy being sure you would manage to find it in your heart to forgive him yet again. You clutched the mug of hot chocolate she had made, complete with marshmallows. She had learnt well from Joyce.

Dawn had slipped you some of her freshly baked sugar-cookies that she had made specially to cheer you up. She had decorated them with little Christmas characters which made you smile at her.

The girl adored your relationship with Spike, whether rightly or wrongly. She looked up to you, wanting to emulate a passionate relationship like that herself when she was older. It was like you were in a romance novel or something.

What you and Buffy didn’t know that since you had moved in, Dawn was Spike’s spy. She was, for the price of $5 and scary stories from his past, she told him all about what you said and how you were feeling. He now knew you were upset, missing him. Wallowing the same as he was. Well, good. But now, he had to make it up to you. He made Dawn help him brainstorm into the night.

She wanted to do it, she was sure it was for a good cause. In the name of true love, obviously.

Spike walked her back to Buffy’s where the Slayer was pacing and you were watching out for her to come home. You were going to give her the heads up that Buffy wasn’t pleased that she had gone awol. The snow had fallen thick now, anything could have happened and Buffy was scared Dawn was hurt.

You saw her then, with him. Your heart rose and your eyes glistened. You watched him trudge beside her, the white glow of the snow lighting up his face, making his cheekbones more prominent. He took a final drag of his cigarette before throwing it away, his eyes finally meeting yours through the window.

You walked to the door and unlocked it, whispering to Dawn that Buffy was gunning for her before turning back to Spike.

“Love…” He started. You just shook your head, you were still hurt.

“Goodbye, Spike” You said pointedly, closing the door on him once more. This time you turned with your back against the door, sliding down it as you started to cry. Dawn worried that it would take more than the Christmas gift they had been planning to win you back as Buffy scooped you up. She suggested that there was plenty of Christmas films you could watch, to take your mind off things. You nodded, leaning against her shoulder debating yourself whether to run after him or not. Buffy decided against any heavy romance-based films as you continued to sniff.

Eventually, Christmas Day came and it was the first that you spent without him in years. You usually made up before. You spent the entire day with a fake smile plastered on your face, not just at the slightly misjudged present from Anya (it was a vibrator, because you were on your own. You opened it in front of Dawn not realising and Buffy had to cover her eyes).

You thought about him the entire day. You ached, pined. You almost braved the thick snow, that you had almost been snowed in by, more than once before one of your friends distracted you with something.

As night fell, you gave up hoping. That was, until, there was a sharp knock at the door. His knock, you knew it. You had slammed the door in his face too many times not to know that knock. You sprinted over there, swinging the door open.

“Spike” You breathed, smiling. You had felt his absence so painfully.

“I know, I’m not stopping, wouldn’t wanna interrupt the touch-feely bollocks I’m sure is in full swing about now” He said and it made you smile, You loved the way he spoke. His accent. The way he phrased everything as if he had crafted it just for your ears.

He handed you a surprisingly well-wrapped gift as you smiled down at it, “It’s- for me? But I didn’t have time to get-”

“You know the only gift you could give me worth anything would be you” He admitted, which was how you felt for him. You didn’t need this, but you knew this was his way of apologising.

You opened the present and gasped, smiling wider. It was jewellery, just the kind you adored with a little gem that sparkled in the moonlight. You looked over at him, how could you ever have doubted him? He did his best by you, he always did. You knew who he was when you had started dating, just as he had known who you were.

“Spike, I’m sorry for how-” You started, but he shook his head, taking your hand.

“This- the way we- it’s not right, I know it” he admitted that the way things were, the bad seemed to take over the good. He lived in hope, though. He was convinced that this time it would be all love, “But I want you, I burn for you – it’s why the gem’s that colour, see? You’re the only one for me, the only one I could ever love through it all” He said it so honestly. So sincerely.

You invited him in after you whispered your own affections, much to everyone else’s chagrin. You showed them the gift and Dawn cheered, telling you she helped. You grinned at her and Spike had to convince Buffy not to stake him again. You both stayed in the living room for a moment, listening to the rest of them talking and just gazing into each other’s eyes.

Then you were kissing. His lips on yours hotly, you had missed this so bad. His lips were made for yours. He drank you in, all of you. Your flaws and your perfections.

He loved your everything. The good and the bad. And you matched his message. He felt it, deepening the kiss. Forgetting where you were for a moment. Until he heard your friends mutter insults at him.

He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. All the while, you had barely stopped for breath. You never wanted to part from him again. You were pressed close to him, willing him even closer.

His lips caught any exposed skin on your neck, your jaw as he carried you without word upstairs. You looped one arm around his neck, the other against his jaw so you could catch his lips again with heightened desire.

The others just watched you leave, trying to ignore the way you were all-but grinding against Spike in anticipation. None of them were surprised by the turn of events but they weren’t exactly pleased either.

Buffy, Xander, Willow and Giles all shared a look as you and Spike thudded against the walls as you walked along the corridors upstairs trying to find a room to slip into.

They all wondered how long it would last this time as you gave yourselves a very merry Christmas.