#can’t wait until I have a man who will fuck me in a scream mask 😩

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[slut4thebroken]

Exposure Therapy pt. 10

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Pairing | Jonathan Crane × reader

Summary | Jon let’s you go on a trip with him, then can’t control his weird, freaky sex fantasies lmaoo.

Warnings | 18+, sexual content, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding, kissing, consensual sex, attempted sex trafficking?? (but like not really?), fear play (but consensual this time), actually everything’s consensual this time lol, masturbation, voyeurism, bondage, degradation, verbal humiliation, praise.

Words | 4.2k

Notes | Kinky smut ahead! Beware😼 I really played into the “he hates everyone but you” trope in this chapter and I’m so here for it.

Ao3 link | <3

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Part 9

“I’m going out to meet someone about something, I shouldn’t be gone long.” 

“Oh… okay. Can I come?” He examined you and after a while you couldn’t help but squirm under his gaze as you backtracked. “I- I don’t have to… I just,”

“Fine.” He suddenly said, making your face light up. 

“Really?” 

“Yes. Stop wasting time and get dressed or we’ll be late.”

“Sorry.” You hurried to change into your stolen clothes, looking a little odd next to him in a full suit. He instructed you to bring the wristband he gave you along with the gas mask and then you were leaving, walking along the docks closer to the water now. When he put his mask on, you did the same, not sure what to expect. 

“No talking.” He said quietly when a few guys were in your eyeline. You nodded in response, following him until he stopped in front of the men. 

“Didn’t know Scarecrow had a partner.” A man snickered. 

“Yeah, who’s your pet?” 

“Enough. Do you have what I need or not?” He snapped, voiced distorted by the modulator in the mask. 

“We got it. But I think we might want a different form of payment now.” The man in front smirked, the other men muttering agreements. 

“We had a deal.” 

“Yeah well, our terms changed.” He shrugged, eyeing you with a grin that made your stomach twist. 

“You’ll give me what I want and in exchange, you don’t want money, you want her?” He confirmed, making you stiffen. He wouldn’t… Would he?

“Yep. With a pretty thing like her, we’ll make plenty more than what you’re willing to give.” 

“Fine. We have a deal.” You turned to him with wide eyes, silently asking what the fuck he was doing, but he didn’t even glance at you. The main guy motioned to someone behind him who walked away to grab something. 

“C'mere, sweetheart. I wanna get a good look at you.” He sneered and your heart dropped to your stomach. Was he really going to do this?

“You can have her after I receive what I paid for.” He said sternly and as if on cue, the man returned holding a large briefcase. When the leader gestured, he handed it to the man by your side. He grabbed your arm and walked you closer to the men, making your heart rate and breathing speed up. Once he was in front of them, he pushed you forward and you landed against the leader with a startled grunt. 

“We’re gonna have some fun with you before we start selling you, don’t worry.” He smirked, making your blood run cold. Hands were running over your body as all of the men focused on you. When someone reached for the mask, a cloud of his toxin was suddenly surrounding you, making the men cough as they staggered back. A hand grabbing your arm made you jump and you turned, finding Jon pulling you away from them as they started screaming. 

You waited until you were back inside and he set the briefcase on the desk before saying anything. Starting with a shove, you ripped the gas mask off, letting it fall to the floor, then pushed him again, making him stagger back. 

“You— dick!” When you tried to push him again, his hands circled your wrists in a bruising grip. 

“Stop.” He warned, the modulator making him sound even more intimidating. “You’re mine.” He explained firmly. 

“That’s supposed to automatically make me assume that you’re not going to do what you literally said you would do?” You hissed, voice shaking from anger that was concealing fear. 

“Do you really think so little of me?” He asked, making you falter. He released your wrists then removed his mask. 

“You scared me.” You whispered with a frown. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, never breaking eye contact as you searched for any sign of a lie. “I had to improvise. If it’s any consolation, I’m planning to spend that money on a mattress for you.” He said softly, making your frown relax. 

“I’m sorry I called you a dick.” 

“You get a pass this time because I deserved it.” He chuckled and you couldn’t help but smile. “On the bright side, you seem to be coping with your fears much better now. Did you cry?” 

“No.” You furrowed your brows at his words. 

“How did you feel?” He asked, stepping into your space. 

“Scared.” You whispered. 

“Tell me about it.” He said lowly, eyes darkening with arousal. You swallowed thickly as you processed his request. 

“Tell you what?” 

“How it felt, what you were thinking. Tell me how scared you were.” He rasped and you could feel arousal pooling in your stomach from his tone. 

“I- I was shaking… and nauseous. I thought you- you… I didn’t want you to leave me with them.” You whimpered, giving him a pout that had no visible effect on him. “The last time I was that scared was when you used the toxin on me.” You whispered. He was suddenly pulling you into a kiss and you let out a startled moan as you landed against his body. He walked you back until your thighs hit the desk, then lifted you onto it, never breaking the kiss. Placing your hands in his hair, you pulled, making him groan against your lips. When he pulled back, you let out a low whine, trying to lean forward to chase his lips, but he stopped you by putting a hand on your neck. 

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked, tilting his head slightly to emphasize the question. When you nodded, he tightened his grip on your neck. 

“Yes.” You quickly corrected yourself. He set the mask next to your thigh on the desk, then brought his hand up to brush your hair behind your ear, keeping his hand near your face. Making sure you were watching, he placed his fingers only centimeters above the lever on the wristband he was wearing. You stiffened, swallowing thickly against his hand as you eyed the threat only inches from your face. 

“Are you scared?” He asked quietly, making your eyes snap to his. Despite the very obvious threat, you knew that he wouldn’t do it, especially because he wasn’t wearing a mask. 

“You wouldn’t gas yourself too.” You tried to sound brave and confident, but the tremble in your voice was obvious. His lips curled into a small smirk, making your stomach twist. 

“Smart girl.” He picked up the mask and put it on, then moved his hand back in front of your face. “What about now?” Your gaze moved between his hand and the icy blue eyes through the small holes in the mask. Even though, logically, you knew he wouldn’t because he told you before he couldn’t even if he wanted to… the threat was definitely still there. But instead of the nauseating twist, your stomach was twisting in a different way. A way that made your skin flush and your core ache. 

“Yes.” You whispered. 

“Do you want me to stop?” Your cheeks heated up and you looked away from him, embarrassed. 

“No.” Your voice was barely audible. The low chuckle he released behind the modulator made you shiver, not used to hearing something so ominous. He suddenly stepped back and you almost whined at the loss of his touch. 

“Strip.” He ordered, making your eyes widen. You tentatively slid off the desk onto the floor, then started undressing. Once you got to your underwear, you hesitated, but when he didn’t do or say anything, you slid them down your legs with a blush. “Sit on the desk again.” You obeyed and he stepped between your legs once you were seated, then placed his hands back the way they were, one on your neck, the other in front of your face. 

“Touch yourself.” Your eyes widened as you stared at him in surprise. When he moved his fingers closer to the lever though, you immediately brought your hand to between your legs. Staring through the holes in the mask, you watched as his eyes trailed down your body, focusing on the way you were rubbing your clit. 

“You like this don’t you?” He asked curiously, making your face flush. “Being at my mercy… Feeling humiliated, vulnerable.” He elaborated. “Knowing that what happens to you is under my control. It scares you, but it also excites you.” Letting out a shaky breath, you rubbed your clit faster, already feeling your orgasm growing. “I could use this at any moment and you’d have no choice but to take it.” You eyed his hand for a moment before looking back to his eyes. 

“Jon,” You whispered, voice barely audible. 

“No. Scarecrow.” Your eyes widened slightly, not expecting that request at all. “Say my name again and you’ll be punished. Understand?” You nodded, feeling breathless, but his hand tightened on your throat in a warning. 

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” 

“Yes, Scarecrow.” You whispered, cheeks flushing at the unfamiliar name for him. 

“Good girl.” He muttered, making your breath catch in your throat, still barely used to such praise. 

“Can I come please?”

“You think you deserve to?” You could only stare into his piercing gaze for another moment before you had to look away. 

“I- I don’t know.” You whined. When he suddenly stepped back and let his hands drop to his sides, you let out a heavy breath. 

“Get up.” He ordered as he started removing his tie. You obeyed and waited eagerly on shaky legs. “Turn around.” Once you were facing the desk, he pulled your hands behind your back and restrained your wrists with his tie. 

“Is this okay?” He asked quietly, voice no longer distorted. 

“Please don’t stop.” You whispered. The thought of him stopping was enough to bring tears to your eyes. 

“God you’re such a fucking slut, aren’t you?” His mask was back on now, modulator distorting his voice, making him all the more intimidating. He suddenly fisted your hair and yanked your head back, pointing the wristband at your face as he held you still. “I bet you want me to use this on you.” He snickered and you did your best to shake your head as you whined. 

“What was that?” He used his grip on your hair to push your head down and then back up, as if you were nodding. “‘Yes, scarecrow’? If you insist.”

“N-no,” You whimpered, pressing your body against his to try and escape the gas that could invade your senses at any moment.  

“No? I don’t know… Seems like you want it.” His hand moved from your hair to your neck, squeezing tightly and pulling your head back to rest on his shoulder. “You sure you don’t want just a small taste?” You could barely hear him behind the mask, even with his lips so close to your ear. 

“Please…” Your voice trembled in fear, but you still ached to keep touching yourself. 

“What if I said the only way I’d fuck you is if I got to have my fun? Are you desperate enough to sacrifice your sanity, my love?” You whimpered and squeezed your thighs together, just needing him to fuck you already. 

“Jon…” You whined, pushing your hips back into his, but his hand on your neck tightened significantly and he let out a low growl. 

“What did I say?”

“I- I’m sorry! Scarecrow! I meant Scarecrow— Please, I’m sorry.” You rushed out, worried you had pushed him far enough to follow through on his threat. 

“Poor thing…” He cooed mockingly. “You touch yourself for only a few minutes and already you’re too dumb to follow a simple order.”

“I’m sorry.” You cried, tears welling in your eyes, but from humiliation of the situation and his words, not because you were genuinely upset. 

“What do you think you’d see? You said you’re not scared of me anymore so what would you see, little one?” The hand with the wristband remained by your head, which made you stay planted to his shoulder. The other started dragging down your body, over your sternum, to your stomach, then teasing your thighs. 

“I- I don’t know…” You whined, squirming to try and get his hand where you wanted it. 

“No?” You shook your head with a whimper and his hand snaked back up to your stomach, teasingly rubbing the soft skin. “You don’t think you’d see yourself with my child? After all, a come hungry whore like yourself is bound to get pregnant at one point or another. It’s just a matter of time, isn’t it?” 

“J- …Scarecrow,” You whimpered, writhing against him. “Please.”

“Please what? Find out?” 

“No! Please— please fuck me.” He suddenly removed his hands from your body, then pushed you over the desk. Grabbing your hips, he pressed his covered bulge against your ass, teasingly grinding against you, making you even needier. 

“You want my cock?” 

“Yes,” You gasped out, pushing your hips back against him. He pulled back and you were about to complain, but quickly shut your mouth once you heard the rustling of his clothes as he freed his length. He swiped the head through your folds, making you jump at the sudden pleasure. 

“Beg.” 

“Please, Sc- …Scarecrow.” You whined, embarrassed. When he remained silent, you whined even louder. “Please! Please fuck me!” He relented and you choked on a gasp when he applied more pressure until the fat head of his cock was breaching your hole. He didn’t stop until his hips were flush to your ass, feeling so incredibly deep that you couldn’t tell if it hurt or not. 

“Fuck— oh my god.” You whimpered, clenching your fists behind your back as you struggled to adjust to his size. The low, distorted groan from behind you made you shiver. “Please!” You cried, trying to wiggle your hips under him. He slowly dragged his length out, then pushed back in at the same speed, maintaining that rhythm. 

“Shh, just take it. Be a good little flesh light, close that fuck hole, and just take my cock.” Despite the warning, your mouth remained open, loud moans slipping past your lips as your walls fluttered around him. “That’s a good whore— shit… Making me feel so good, little one.”

“Oh god- please,” You sobbed. He sped up a little, grabbing your hips tightly and holding you still as he rocked into you. “Faster.” You said through a moan and surprisingly, he obeyed. He sped up even more, pulling you back by your hips with each thrust until you were moaning uncontrollably and babbling out senseless pleas. He suddenly leaned over your body, his cock pushing against your cervix almost uncomfortably as he kept thrusting. 

“Can you hear how wet your fucking cunt is?” The distorted voice right next to your ear made you shiver as you let out a quiet whimper. You could hear it. The sound of your wetness was almost deafening, even with your moans and the sound of his hips hitting against your ass. “Such a fucking slut getting off on me threatening you.” As your knees buckled and weakened, you were glad the desk was holding your weight up. 

“You want it, don’t you? You want it so bad, your pussy is practically drooling for it.” He suddenly grabbed your hair and yanked your head back, aiming the wristband on his other hand at your face again. You let out a loud moan and he chuckled quietly. “Fuck- your pussy squeezes me so tight when I do this. How’d I get so lucky, huh? I mean, I have my own personal whore at my disposal. And not only is she desperate for my cock, but she’s desperate for my toxin as well.” You whined and shook your head, the humiliation and pain on your scalp making the tears in your eyes threaten to fall. 

“No..” 

“Yes.” He said simply. “You can deny it all you want, but your body knows what it wants.” 

“Scarecrow,” You sobbed, quickly approaching your orgasm. 

“I know, little one. It’s okay.” He cooed, moving his hand to your neck and lifting your torso off the desk, making you put your weight on your shaky legs. “Are you close?” You nodded rapidly with a loud moan as he kept fucking you, his cock feeling so much deeper in this position. 

“I’m going to count down from ten. If you don’t come, I’m going to use this.” He moved the hand with the wristband to your eyeline to make sure you knew what he was talking about. “Do you understand?” 

“Y-yes.” You whimpered. He sped up his thrusts significantly, making your release a startled moan. 

“Ten.” His hand on your neck tightened, making your head feel light and floaty from that and the pleasure. “Nine. Think you can do it little one?” You nodded with a whimper, already feeling incredibly close now. “Eight.” Through the modulator in the mask, you could hear the way he was starting to breathe heavily, nearing his own orgasm as well. 

“Seven… God- maybe I should just use it anyway. You’d look so pretty coming on my cock as your fears consumed you.” He said quietly, making you let out a choked sob.

“Please.” You cried. 

“Six. Do you want that, pretty girl?” 

“N-no.” You whimpered, but it wasn’t believable when you moaned before you could even finish getting the word out. 

“I think you do… Why else would you be squeezing me so damn tight? Five.” His thrusts turned frenzied as his own orgasm grew even closer. “I can’t wait to feel you milk my cock while you scream and writhe in fear. Four.” Even though you were still mostly sure he wouldn’t actually gas you, the more he spoke, the less confident you felt in your answer. Regardless, it was hard to focus on— hard to care— with his cock pistoning in and out of you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. 

“Three. I hope you’re close.” You nodded as much as you could with his hand on your neck. “Yeah, I can tell. I can feel it… Two.” Your breathing grew rapidly, from fear or arousal you weren’t sure. 

“Ready?”

“Please— please, oh god.. please let me come.” You cried, trying to make yourself come, but struggling without his explicit permission. 

“One. Come, baby. Squeeze my fucking cock like your life depends on it, because it does.” You let out a loud sob that turned into a moan when the knot of arousal in your stomach finally snapped. He fucked you through it, hand tightening on your neck as he held you close, fully pressed to his body. “That’s it. Do a good job and make me come.”

“Oh god,” You sobbed walls fluttering around his length, making his hips stutter. “Please- please come. I need it… Need you to fill me up.” You whined as the tears in your eyes finally started to fall. They weren’t from fear, but rather desperation with a hint of overstimulation as you came down from your orgasm. His hand moved from in front of your face to around your stomach, pulling up against his body as he rutted into you eagerly. 

He stilled with a low, distorted groan and you could feel his cock twitching against your walls as he obeyed your request. You panted heavily, doing your best to ignore the new fire growing in your belly as he moaned and whined, trying to bury himself even deeper in your warmth. 

When he finally stilled and his moans died down, he removed his hand from your neck and wrapped it over your chest, still holding you against him. 

“Jon?” You asked quietly, making him startle as if he forgot you were there. He took the mask off, then pushed your hair behind your ear to place a kiss on your neck. 

“Are you okay?” He mumbled against your skin, both of you still panting. 

“Better than okay. But if you let me go, my knees are going to give out and I’m definitely going to fall.” He chuckled quietly as he stayed buried in your neck for only a moment longer before reluctantly pulling back. 

“Let me help you onto the desk, then I’ll carry you to the couch, okay?” You nodded and he maneuvered you to sit on the desk, both of you wincing when he pulled out. He settled between your legs then reached around behind you to undo his tie. “I wasn't too rough?” He discarded the fabric on the desk then lightly grabbed your wrists to pull them in front of you and massage them gently. 

“I loved it, Jon. Honestly. It was perfect.” He didn’t respond and instead just wrapped your legs around his hips to lift you and carry you over to the couch. He gently laid you down then took off his shirt and pants, laying them neatly over the back of the couch. When he grimaced as he started tucking his softening cock, still wet from your arousal, back in his underwear, you stopped him. You moved forward enough to wrap your lips around it, moaning at your combined tastes. 

“What— oh fuck… What are you doing?” He asked, hissing as you licked his sensitive cock. After a few more licks, you pulled back, giving him a saccharine smile. 

“There. All clean.” You said, tucking his semi back in his underwear. 

“Tease.” He muttered with a small smile, laying down and pulling you into him. He was quiet for a while as he stroked your hair and let you trail your fingers over his torso, but eventually he broke the silence. “Are you sure it was okay? I didn’t mean to do all of that. I- I shouldn’t… have done all of that. Not when you were on the verge of tears after what happened.” Honestly, you had forgotten about what happened until he mentioned it. You leaned up so he could look into your eyes as you spoke. 

“I loved it, Jon. We’ve never.. done anything like that,” You meant the consensual part of consensual non consent, “and I really really liked it. It was fucking hot.” He didn’t react to your confession as he studied you carefully, searching for the hidden truth behind your words. “And honestly, you made me a little curious about how your toxin would affect someone who’s that horny. Almost enough to make me want to try it.” 

“Are you mad?” He asked in disbelief, making your cheeks flush in embarrassment. 

“I- I just… It would be interesting to study, don’t you think?” You said sheepishly, feeling more foolish the longer he looked at you like you truly belong in Arkham. “Sorry… Forget I said anything.” You laid back down, feeling incredibly embarrassed. 

“I was only referring to you wanting to try it yourself.” He explained. “I didn’t mean to offend you.” 

“It was stupid anyway. I’ll leave the sciencey things to you from now on.” You tried to lighten the mood, but your tone didn’t convey the lightheartedness you meant for it to. 

“Would you like to be involved in the.. sciencey things?” You were only mostly sure he wasn’t making fun of you. “You can’t help with the chemistry behind it obviously, but if you want to be involved in the rest, I wouldn’t mind.” 

“I- I don’t know… I didn’t handle myself very well tonight. It’s probably not a good idea.” You muttered despondently. 

“Can I ask you something?” You nodded in response. “Was that the first time you’ve ever attended an illegal deal as a fugitive?” 

“…Yes?” Obviously it was. 

“That is my point. You’ve never done anything like that before, of course you didn’t handle it very well.”  

“Oh. Yeah I guess that’s true.” You trailed off into silence as your thoughts consumed you. Should you? It sounds… not necessarily fun, but like it could be something you wouldn’t exactly hate. You’d get to spend more time with him too. 

“Think about it for a while.” He said, dragging you out of your thoughts. 

“Okay.” You sighed. Then, “Jon?” He hummed, telling you to continue. “Why did you take off your clothes when you were already dressed?” You asked, continuing trailing your fingers over his bare chest. You didn’t mind it— not even a little bit. You were just curious. 

“I assumed you’d prefer it.” He said simply, minding his tone. 

“Why do you think that?” You asked, then, “Not that you’re wrong— I’m just wondering.” He let out a quiet sigh and you laid your palm flat against his chest to feel his heart that was beating only slightly faster than normal. 

“Because I prefer it.” His heart pounded faster and harder, but so did yours. “It’s different like this than being dressed.” Jealously, you wondered who else he’s laid like this with. Surely with any previous girlfriends, maybe even his mom. But at the same time, you’re not sure if you believe that. The way he expresses physical touch is almost awkward, unpracticed, as if he doesn’t have any previous experience laying with anyone but you. While the thought made your stomach flutter, it also made your chest ache with sympathy. “Falling asleep on me?” He suddenly asked. 

“No- sorry. Just thinking.” You said quietly, picking up the motions of your fingers against his chest again. You couldn’t believe that Jonathan Crane— the Scarecrow— was such a softy. But not just a softy in general- only for you. The thought was enough to make you almost nauseous with butterflies. 

Part 11

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[call-me-doll-face]

Thinking about.... pt. 2

Part 1

Reader who has ghost wrapped around her pinky finger as soon as she shoves the balaclava over the bridge of his nose, plump lips meeting his in a clash of tongue and teeth as they stumble into his apartment.

Its dirty, messy, spit dripping as tongues battle for dominance, thick scarred fingers tangling in soft hair as hers push the heavy weight of his worn leather jacket off his broad shoulders and onto the floor.

Smitten Ghost who is already obsessed with her sounds, and he hasn't even made her scream his name yet. Hasn't taken her apart piece by fucking piece until she's a delirious mess beneath him. Oh, but he plans to.

Smitten Ghost plans to wreck her world. Burn it to the ground and build it back up with him at the center. He's going to make her worship the ground he walks on, turning her into a fiending mess, him being the only drug that can cure her.

He's going to make her his.

Smitten Ghost whose hands grab the backs of your plush thighs and lift you effortlessly into those tree trunk like arms of his, powerful legs making long strides towards his worn in blue couch.

"Gon' make ya feel s'good, love. You wan' that? want me to-"

Smitten Ghost who grunts when her lips claim his once more, tongue pushing into his mouth and effectively shutting him up. His mind fogs as the sweet taste of berries burst over his tastebuds once more, the taste so distinctly her that he's sure he'll never find anything else like it.

"I like your mouth when it's used for something other than talking, pretty man."

Smitten Ghost, whose pretty brown eyes widen in surprise, a blush that he's happy his mask covers settling over his cheekbones, because when's the last time someone had the balls to talk to him like that? outside of the 141 of course…… Sure, everyone fucks around with Johnny and Gaz, occasionally Price, but never Ghost.

Reader who takes advantage of his astonishment, giggling at his expression as those tiny fucking hands, hands that ghost can’t stop thinking about, work his leather belt open.

She’s so hungry for him, so ready to have him buried deep that she doesn’t even care about the foreplay, instead, popping the button on his jeans and moving back just enough to yank them down, freeing the most beautiful cock she’s ever seen.

Her mouth waters as it slaps against his stomach, curving up slightly and a prominent vein along the underside, tip flushed a pretty pink and leaking pre-come. Gorgeous.

“Oh, now that I can work with.” The words come out a purr, not taking her eyes off him as she climbs back onto his wide lap. Smitten ghost grunts loudly at the first glide of her bare cunt, hips jerking up in surprise, not expecting to feel anything other than cotton panties separating them.

It’s been so fucking long.

“Such a dirty fuckin girl.” The sound of his palm making contact with the bare skin of her ass reverberates around the room, a little gasp leaving parted lips as she’s jolted against him from the force.

Smitten Ghost who lurches forward with every intent of pinning her little body to the cushions and making her come apart on his fingers, on his tongue.

“S’pretty, need ta taste ya.”

“Be a good girl, yeah, love? That pretty pussy going to come in ma mouth? She going to be good for me?”

The words are obscene, his accent getting deeper as those brown eyes darken even more, pupils dilated until there’s hardly any color showing at all.

Smitten Ghost who gasps loudly, surprised once again as she forces him back, pushing herself back onto him and not even giving him time to process before her nails are digging into his shoulders and that pretty little cunt is sucking him in.

“Wha- wait! What’re you- s…shit!” the force that he grips her hips with is almost painful, but oh so worth it as she watches his eyes roll back, jaw going slack as she continues to slide down his throbbing length, taking every inch with a delighted little hum.

Smitten Ghost who swears she was fucking made for him. Put in that bar by God or whoever fucking else, just for him to find and fuck. Taking him so well, walls so wet and warm and perfect.

“Died and gon to heaven, fuck. S’perfect. So fucken perfect. Gotta move, please, love. Come on, need you to ride my cock.”

Reader who just coos at him as she grins down at him, laughing at his rambling, watching as this big strong man comes apart at the seams beneath her, because of her.

Lifting her hips, she watches as his expression morphs into one of ecstasy before sliding back down, giving a few experimental grinds before she grows tired of going slow and sets a relentless pace.

The sound of skin slapping fills the living room, heavy balls slapping against her as his hips lift, arms banding around her back as he meets her thrust for thrust. Whines and whimpers mix with his deep grunts and groans, hot open-mouthed kisses traveling down her shoulder and chest before latching onto a rosy nipple.

A cry of pleasure leaves her lips as that skilled tongue twirls and flicks against the nub, teeth nipping and sucking until she’s perked and sensitive, pulling off with an obscene pop before giving the other breast the same attention.

Fingers move down to grip the globes of her ass, fingers dimpling the fat as he spreads her cheeks, lifting and pushing her down his shaft, working her on his cock.

Smitten Ghost who climaxes a lot sooner than he anticipated, than he wanted, desperate pleas of, “wait!”, “S…Mph! stop! Please, love, im- “, and “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Leaving his kiss swollen lips.

Smitten Ghost who spasms, eyes rolling back and back arching under her as he experiences the most earth-shattering orgasm he’s ever experienced.

Blunt nails dig into smooth skin, leaving little crescents in their wake, forcing her as far down as he can go as his hips rut up into her, thick seed painting her walls as he fucks it even deeper.

Reader who just giggles once he finishes, smacking a kiss to his parted lips before climbing off.

"Thanks for the ride.”

[larkspurglove]

OH MY GODDD THE NEW TRAILBLAZE MISSION IT’S SO GOOD BUT ALSO NONE OF MY THOUGHTS ARE COHERENT AAAAA

Major spoilers for 2.1 ahead!!!!

So first off to the people that voted for Aventurine and Sunday in this poll how does it feel to be right?

ANYWAY THAT WHOLE ENDING WAS FUCKING INSANEEEE, Aventurine walking INTO the Nihility????? And he might not ever come back???? Acheron showing off the true extent of her emanator powers?????? Gallagher being the twist villain and also somehow in control of Something Unto Death???? What the fuck?!

My brain is a mess right now I’m just rotating all of the story in my brain and a hundred miles a minute. The next stuff is just going to be me word vomiting my reaction to stuff in a vaguely chronological order.

First off I LOVEEE how Aventurine-focused the Trailblaze mission was. I was kind of assuming it would be a 50/50 split between focusing on Acheron and focusing on Aventurine but it seems like they’re saving Acheron’s backstory for 2.2 or 2.3.

The little appearance of Boothill??? And how he immediately threatens violence?????? Just a silly guy I can’t wait for him in 2.2 I wanna see them fight. Also I wonder if Constance is making empty promises because it’s possible.

Back to Aventurine, DAMNNN I knew his backstory would be tragic but it’s even more gut wrenching than I expected. The reference in his achievements too??? ‘What do you want Sibyl?’ ‘I want to die.’ THE PROGRESSION FROM AVENTURINE STICKING WITH THIS UNTIL THE END WHERE EVEN THOUGH HE COULD POSSIBLY DIE FOR REAL YET HE DECIDES FO CONTINUE FORWARD BECAUSE EVEN IF WE’RE BORN TO DIE THERE’S A POINT IN LIVING LIFE AND PREPARING FOR THAT INEVITABILITY???? OH MY GOD.

Sunday’s also a scary dude. Maybe being an emanator does that to people but when he did that Harmony mindfuckery on Aventurine I was almost certain that he was going to die because of that. I was also SO pissed at Ratio for selling Aventurine out only to learn they were actually double crossing SUNDAY was insane. I’m glad he finally got to be angry about Robin’s death towards the end though, most of the downtime between 2.0 and 2.1 has been me wondering ‘man his sister just died why doesn’t he feel more distressed.’

Ngl I’m probably gonna dedicate a whole post to Aventurine in this update because 90% of the time I was playing the quest I was either thirsting over him, internally sobbing for him, thinking he was gonna die, or waiting to get back to his POV.

Gallagher is one hell of an enigma because Sunday implies that he’s made up of different ‘aspects’ of each Family member who’s died over however long the dreamscape deaths have been happening, yet he has a past with Siobhan and apparently knew Mikhail??? Like what the fuck????? How long has this been going on????

(Edit: so the use of ‘enigma’ was NOT a pun, when I played the trailblaze quest someone goofed up and forgot to add the line where Sunday calls Gallagher a follower of The Enigmata. Yeah that’s a pretty big lore drop to forget to add.)

I do wish it was foreshadowed slightly better though because the most we get is him being very vaguely sad about his past and also like two people going ‘who the hell is Gallagher.’

One thing I didn’t expect to happen was for a ‘Sam is Firefly’ reveal. Like I had seen the leaks before (not out of my own will sadly) and kind of expected for it to be a 2.2 reveal. Either way yayyyy Firefly is alive!!!

I’m sad that we didn’t really have an Acheron and Welt team up, or at least that we didn’t see more of it. It was kind of hyped up to be a whole B-plot but turned out to only be a few scenes. I’m not complaining because we get a little teeny bit of Welt characterisation but I’m still sad.

I like how Sparkle kind of just shows up to either be a nuisance or a conveniently timed piece to move the plot forward. It’s very fitting with being a Masked Fool.

There’s a lot more I want to scream about but it’s all Aventurine related and I’m gonna save it for its own dedicated post.

2.1 is so fucking good 2.2 and 2.3 better stick the landing.

[sage-green-matcha]

JEALOUS GIRL - ETHAN LANDRY 🔪

”if I can’t have you baby, no one else in this world can” - Lana Del Rey

Content includes: killing, obsession, manipulation, y/n being a psychopath!!!

A/n: Ethan you dumb ass 😭

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"Hey, do you think I could get your number?" You stared at the brunette that went up to Ethan, jaw clenched as you watched him type his number into her phone. Poor baby, he was getting sucked into all these sluts lives. "Y/n...you okay?" Mindy waved her hand in front of your face, noticing your empty stare. "I'm fine" You smiled at her, turning your attention back to Ethan.

He looked so cute today, a blue collared shirt, his classic hoodie over top. His hair looked extra good, all his curls perfectly placed. You just wanted to run your hands through his hair, holding him tightly as you cuddled. You had imagined the scenario thousands of times. Unfortunately for you, it would never happen.

You remember that night like it was yesterday. He had stood you up, his messages getting dryer and dryer. It was till finally, he told you straight up. He only saw you as a friend.

You were mad at him, but only for a little bit. He was too cute to be mad at. So you continued to follow him around, making sure that he saw you at least once per day. You wanted to stick into his mind like gum on shoes. He wasn't smart enough to see that he was the perfect one for you. And you couldn't blame him for that, maybe he just needed a little push…or shove.

You slipped on the mask, knife in hand as you stood in the bathroom. Because of how smart you are, you were able to find the girl's name and address with a quick insta search. You stood in her bathroom, waiting for her to come home from her date with your boyfriend at any second.

You felt a vibration coming from your jean pocket, taking out the phone to be met with a notification from Ethan.

The sharp 7 GC!! 🔪

Mindy: who tf named the gc?

Chad: it was me ;-;

Mindy: very funny ha ha

Ethan: You all remember the girl from this morning? Well, she kissed me...

Chad: HEYYY MY MAN

Tara: She kissed you? I find that hard to believe

Mindy: that's disgusting

Ethan: I'm calling her in a bit, I'll give updates

Sam: we don't want any of your updates keep that to yourself

Mindy: I agree 🤮

Anika: awww! Go Ethan!!

You heard the door open, putting your phone away before listening through the door. "I had fun with your tonight" You could practically hear her smile in her voice. Your body filled with anger, what a slut. Rubbing herself all over your poor, innocent Ethan.

"I did too, you looked so gorgeous" What a joke, he had said that to you first. You rolled your eyes, scrolling on your phone as their conversation carried on. You eventually got bored, waiting about 20 minutes in the bathroom.

You decided to switch up the plan a bit, since she wasn't gonna come into the bathroom anytime soon. You walked out, her focus still on her phone. She was on the couch, her phone propped up on a candle on top of the table.

You waved the knife around behind her, Ethan's eyebrows furrowed. "Hey, behind you...what is that?" She turned, sadly for her you had good aim. Slashing her throat with one quick motion. "What the fuck?" She screamed, shutting her up with the knife repeatedly being stabbed down her throat.

You waved at Ethan, kicking the table so the phone would fall, you didn't wanna traumatize your baby too much.

The next day you made sure to be extra sweet to Ethan, putting on your favorite daily act. "I couldn't even imagine seeing that, I'm so sorry that's fucking brutal" You fake shivered, his hands over his face. "You guys do know what this means right? There's a new ghost face in town!" Mindy yelled.

"Here we are again" Tara sighed, Chad nodding along with her. Luckily for them, you didn't give a shit about the Woodsboro deaths, and you didn't have anything to do with them.

This was purely for your enjoyment. And you wouldn't stop until Ethan realized that you were the one just for him. You continued to brutally stab any bitch that talked to him, even looked at him. He was for your eyes only.

"I'm sorry that this keeps happening to you, the right one will come. I know it" Your hands ran through his hair, rubbing his back in a comforting manner. "I don't want him to kill you too" "Don't worry E, I'll be fine. You know I know how to take care of myself" he smiled up at you, satisfaction filling every vein in your body.

One last time, you were only gonna kill one last time. You had gone even more Insane, your hobby growing as weeks went by. You already had 4 victims, and 5 is the perfect number.

Ethan had already caught onto what was happening. Any girl he talked to, hung out with. They were gone just like that. He wondered why nothing was happening to you.

"I know you're ghost face, Y/n" "What?" You got all dressed up just for him, the black dress hugging your figure perfectly. "You're really gonna talk about this now? Here? And you think I'm the one killing all these girls?" He nodded. "Why hasn't anything happened to you? I talk to you every day"

"Well, I don't know why you're asking me that...you know I would never harm anyone" You felt your blood bubble up with excitement, the rush you felt was like no other. He was finally paying attention to you, even if it wasn't in the exact way you wanted.

"Can we please drop this? Or talk about it somewhere else? You make me seem like I'm crazy or something..." he let out a sigh. "Okay, you're right. I'm sorry...I've just been having a hard time lately...I shouldn't just be accusing you like that"

You finished up dinner, taking him back to your apartment. “I’m sorry for what happened at the restaurant, I’ve just been alert and it makes the most sense, I’m sorry” you smiled, your stomach filling with butterflies. “It’s okay, I know you’re going through a lot” Your sweet voice manipulated his brain, making him feel safe.

You had so much power over him. He was so vulnerable, you found it so cute. “Thanks…” he looked down at you, taking your chin into his hands. “Of course, you’re safe with me”

[lacedinweb22]

watching her sleep ❦︎ Vampire Next Door ♱✮♱ Miguel O'Hara x reader prev part Miguel's pov

She shows up at my door accusing me of having been drunk, of stumbling into her apartment with bloody hands. She heard the screams. I keep my wounds hidden, forearms crossed over each other. 

I comb through my memory, trying to think of how it might have looked.

After I dropped off anomaly #1 at headquarters, and after my little talk with Jess, I lingered on top of the apartment building with the annoyingly heightened urge to protect the people who live here. No big deal.

There was a fight in the alley below and I told myself I wouldn’t interfere unless necessary. I watch for a bit, observing the two men arguing and throwing weak, drunk punches at each other. It looked like a fair fight.

I climb along the side of the building, heading towards my window sill, when I feel the need to check on new girl. If she’s bothered by the noise, I’ll interfere. 

I creep down slowly, looking through her windows until I reach her bedroom. There she is. Peaceful and beautiful. She’s laying on her side, wrapped up in her comforter. I hope she’s not too cold. It’s raining hard tonight. 

The commotion in the alley grows, and now she’s tossing and turning in bed, her slumber disrupted by these inconsiderate assholes.

That’s it. They’re waking up the whole goddamn building. 

I crawl down the slippery walls, then stop when my watch buzzes. It’s an anomaly and I’m headed right towards it. I get closer trying to scope what I’m going up against, then realize they’re … twins? 

I jump down, startling both of them into separating. They both look up at me, surrendering, giving me the exact same face of fear.  

“Huh, twins, you couldn’t find another spot to fight? You’re waking up the whole damn building!” 

“Holy shit! It’s Spider–”

“Shut up, let’s keep this brief. What’s the issue here?”

“He showed up at my place! He’s trying to steal my fucking wife, steal my life!” one man accuses, shoving at the other.

“He was in my bed! Sleeping next to my wife!” he slurs, drunk off his ass.

“I can fix this, but you’ll have to come with me,”

“The hell I am, this is my home. This man is an imposter … and who are you supposed to be? F-fucking creep in a onesie!”

“Your home isn’t here, bud. I’ll take you there. Don’t be difficult.”

He shoves me, lazily, then starts running. 

“You’re going to take care of him, right?” the original idiot asks, watching his alternate self run off.

“Coño,” I exhale, running a hand over my mask.

“Yes just … you stay here, okay? Here.”

I run down the alley and turn right to see the idiot sprinting for his life, but failing, drunk and stumbling. I shoot web at him and pull him towards me. He starts screaming bloody murder.

“Spider-Creep is trying to kill me! Someone–” I web his mouth shut.

I drag him back to the alley, where the original guy is standing, waiting anxiously in the rain.

“You can’t talk about this ever, okay? If word gets out, he– he’ll come back, and steal your wife. Got it? This never happened.”

“What are you gonna do to him?”

“Return him,” I mutter, distracted by the beeping coming from my wrist.

I look down to a flashing “LOW BATTERY” warning. It won’t be enough to make the jump.

“Fuck me. Change of plans. He’ll be staying at my place for ten minutes, until this charges up,”

“Gosh, Spider-Man, it’s been an honor to meet you!” he breathes out, bowing to me. 

“Yeah, uhh sorry for the stress … you caused … you. I’ll take it from here,” I mutter, throwing the webbed man over my shoulder. 

“Take care of him– me, take care of me!” he yells running down the street. I nod. 

I wait for the original to run completely down the street and around the corner, then slowly crawl along the building to my window. 

He doesn’t resist. He’s drunk and seemingly falling asleep. I finally lay him on the floor of my living room, and rush to my bedroom to charge the batteries. 

Once I’ve hooked it up, I head back to the living room. He isn’t there. I turn around, searching for the slithering imposter.

I hear a grunt then look around the kitchen counter to find him lying on the floor, cutting through the webbing with a pocket knife. 

“Estúpido, you’re going to need more than a pocket knife to cut through that.” 

His arms are glued to the side of his body, but he still squirms, threatening me with the short blade. 

He slithers towards the door, the door that has six different locks on it. I let him entertain me; the batteries are still charging and I need something to pass time.

“You’re drunk. Can you just sit still and you know, be drunk?” I ask, looking down at him kicking against my door. 

He bangs the door harder then starts to scream, muffled through the red webbing. “¡Cállate! For fuck’s sake–” I grab his feet and drag him towards the bathroom. 

He sits up, taking stabs at my ankles. My suit glitches, somehow reacting to his stabs.

“What the fuck?” I look down at the malfunction. 

I reach for the knife; he jolts his body towards me, stabbing at my grasp, his blade dragging down my wrists and palms as I pull away. He cut through the nanoparticles. 

“How the fuck is this happening?” I look down at the blood trickling down my wrists. 

“I’m trying to take you home, pinche güey! Do you not want to see your fucking wife again? Are you having marital problems? Fuck off.”

I shoot web at the knife, gluing it to the wall behind him. 

“¡Idiotas como tú me hacen odiar mi puta vida!” idiots like you make me hate my fucking life

“Cabrón, cabrón, cabrón.” I stumble to the sink, washing the blood from my hands. It’s bad. 

“¿Por qué lo intento?” why do I try?

He starts screaming again, his voice muffled, but louder. I close my eyes, hovering over the sink, holding pressure to the slashes on my wrists. 

I storm over to him and punch him hard enough to knock him out, soft enough not to kill him.

He’s awakened the whole building. I’m sure of it.

My mind wanders to new girl.

I shake my head at the urge to check on her, looking down at the blood on my suit. She’s fine. She’s asleep. Leave her be.

But, what if… 

I deactivate my malfunctioning suit quickly, pulling on normal clothes then head for the window. It’s still pouring. 

I climb over to her window, the rain drenching me. 

I stand on the fire escape, blood dripping down to my fingertips and onto the stairs. 

I feel the anger burn in my cheeks. Tonight has been a test of my patience. 

I look in. She’s tossing and turning still. I wipe the window, the rain blurring my view. Her eyebrows are knit together as she moves under her sheets. Is she … okay? Is she sick? 

The rain pours down. I slowly slide the window up. It’s unlocked. 

I slowly climb in. I know I’m in the wrong. I know this is fucked, but it’s instinctual. My body is on autopilot, out of my control, and now

I’m here 

in her room. 

and it’s too late to turn back.

I watch her turn over, muttering quietly into the sheets. She’s just dreaming. She’s okay. It’s okay.

She suddenly stops muttering, lying quietly, beautifully tranquil. 

Her state of slumber pulls a sigh out of me. All of the anger drips off of me, I’m cleansed of my frustration, and for a second, I feel as at peace as she seems to be.

I look down at soaked cotton, annoyingly clinging to my skin. My hair drips down onto my face, I comb it back, then notice the blood and rain mixing on my fingers.

I look down at my hands, my wrists bleeding down, coating them. Shit. 

I look up to find her staring at me through squinted, sleepy eyes.  

She turns to turn on the lamp. 

I leap out pulling the window down against the beating rain. My claws scratch the surface of the window as I pull it down, my guard still up. 

I stand away from the window, my back pressed up against the wall. I wait for a moment before slowly peeking back in through the fogged up glass. She’s sat up, looking at the corner I stood in. She takes a deep breath then lies back down, pulling the sheets over her, trying to fall back asleep.

I turn away, pressing my back against the wall. I wince at this mess of a night. 

I was watching her sleep. The anomaly twin was right. 

I am a fucking creep. 

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next chapter here

[noyoyoy]

Bread with cheese!!!

You can do one of Ghost x Male Reader? , a story where Ghost returns home from a mission, very stressed. Well, he goes to the male reader and proceeds to fuck the reader too intensely until he is satisfied, relaxed and de-stressed.Ghost, let's say, can withstand many rounds and the reader only 1 or 2., that is, the reader was overstimulated to the maxGhost, let's say, can withstand many rounds and the reader was only 1 or 2, that is, the reader was overstimulated to the max.

((IF ANYONE KNOWS ME, I SWEAR THIS WAS PROPOSED BY MY DOG.😭😭😭😭😭

The Mask, The Man.

Simon “Ghost” Riley X Male reader

I cannot lie. This was supposed to be pure smut, then it turned into angst, and then fluff- I’m sorry if this wasn’t up to your standard or what exactly you wanted. I might have gotten lost in the heat of the moment.

TW: Smut. MDNI, 18+, EVERYTHING. IS. CONSENSUAL. Cursing, slight mentions of blood and murder, slight Somnophilia?? Idk m/n passes out.

It wasn’t often that Simon let you see Ghost. In fact, if you did ever see Ghost, the world was most likely ending.

However, you have seen him one time before, when Simon came home from a very long 6 month mission, you’d admit you were shocked when you ran down the stairs only to see your husband facing and leaning on the front door, his boots will on, his mask still on, and his back heaving up and down from how heavy he was breathing. He didn’t bother to change, much less shower before he be-lined to his truck, and driving off to his home where he knew his husband would be waiting.

M/n didn’t necessarily hate seeing Ghost, in fact it was Ghost that hated seeing M/n. Well, it was Simon who hated Ghost seeing M/n. He wasn’t acquainted with his Military life, not his friends, that godforsaken mask, or the blood and dirt from his missions. Every other time he came home he washed himself to a T, making sure he was clean before he came home, but even then he and his husband took a long bath together, M/n scrubbing off the mental dirt and blood that Simon could never wash off himself.

And thus here we are. M/n’s head shoved into the pillow, tears streaming down his face and his breath uneven as Simon was thrusting into his body, his hand buried in his hair keeping his head down while his other hand was wrapped around his waist with a grip he knew would bruise. He didn’t care. As much as he loved Simon, he missed Ghost. One taste was all it took and M/n constantly wanting more, silently hoping Ghost would step through that door again. Simon didn’t like hurting his dear lover, so he was always soft, and gentle with him. Though while M/n loved it, he also loved being roughed around a bit.

���F-Fuck! Simonn!” M/n choked out, the tears not stopping, saliva dripping from his open mouth and wetting the pillow below him. “That’s not my fucking name.” His voice was deep, husky, yeah, that wasn’t Simon. This was ghost, this was ghost in all glory. His angry, agressive, sexy, blood thirsty glory. “GHOST!” He screamed as he came for the 4th time that night, his dick sensitive and yet still painfully hard. “Shit.” Ghost huffed out as he rolled his head back, closing his eyes. He felt the coil in his lower stomach snap, his cum filling him again. It starting to spill out forming a frothy white ring around the base of his cock.

“Ghost! I- ! I can’t! Please please please~” It hurt. His hole was swollen, puffy, and red, his prostate no doubt abused to the fullest at this point. His body moved to have his hips pressed against the mattress, his face lifted by his hair as spit followed after and dropped down his chin, his dick now pushed fully against his belly and the thought sheets, gaining friction with every thrust Simon threw at him. But oh did I feel so good. His vision soon going dark to the feeling of Ghost gripping his hips and thrusting faster, letting his head fall down against the spit damp pillow.

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Waking up, m/n noticed two things, one, every muscle in his body was aching, and his throat was sore, and two ghost now had his mask off as he laid his head on his chest. “Ah-” he gasped out and winced has he tried to sit up, eventually giving up and falling back down onto the broad chest below him. “I’m sorry..” he heard, now realizing Simon was back, and awake as well. “Hm? For what?” M/n muttered out closing his eyes still feeling sleepy after the very long night. “I was too rough. Your body is.. fucked because of me and my selfishness.” Simon felt horrible. He HATED hurting m/n. Especially during sex. “Mm.. it was great.” His husband lifted his head, then his body to crawl over his hips and straddle him. “Simon. It’s okay, trust me, I’m not made of glass you didn’t fuck up my body! I’ll be back to fine in like.. 4 days.” M/n said ignoring the burning feeling in his lower region.

“I hate it, I used you.. I felt you go limp and I still.. I couldn’t..” he couldn’t finish. He couldn’t bear to repeat what he did. Disgusted at the fact he kept going even after his lover fell unconscious. “Oh hush up. I told you many times already, I. Don’t. Mind. I find it hot when you use me!” M/n tried to fix his husband’s aching heart. “Now c’mon, we are nasty. It’s time to clean up and get some food in us!” M/n chirped as he sat up and pulled himself off of Simon and onto the floor, his knees almost buckling under him.

Simon watched his wince his way into the bathroom where he heard the water turn on. “SIMON!” He heard from the bathroom. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” He got up, walking into the bathroom and getting into the shower with his husband, cleaning all the dried fluids on (and in) M/n’s body.

And I’m done. My first time writing smut but I feel like I’ve read enough of it to do at least decent.

Open for requests, and criticism.

[jwirecs]

RECOMMENDED NCT FICS OF NOVEMBER 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my nct recs of november! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Makeup, Make Out || @polarisjisung💕✅

↳ somewhere between testing eyeshadow palettes and mascara wands, renjun tests the prospect of loving you (i love me some soft renjun. soft renjun is prob in my top 5 fics to read about in nct. like how can you not enjoy reading soft renjun fics?????)

Ready For Love || @jnnul💕✅💯💯💯

↳ a boy who has never taken a relationship seriously. a girl who is seriously over relationships. when they end up finding each other, will they let their ideas of what a relationship should be like ruin their relationship before it even starts? (the concept of one person believing in one thing and the other person believing in another but they come to one accord to overcome the obstacle is amazing. literally as op has said in their warnings "match made in heaven", they truly are and i love that.)

Misses Suh? || @nctsplug02🔞💕✅💯

↳ (there was not exact summary, but if you remember the jeongs fics from this author then i present you the suhs. stop i freaking love these fics from them. i hope theres going to be more suhs.)

Silent Treatment || @polarisjisung💕💔✅

↳ your boyfriend broke some guy's nose for you, but what he doesn't realise is he also broke his promise to you (how does one give jeno the silent treatment???? easy, pretend to be oc cause thats what i did. LOL LIKE HOW CAN YOU GIVE THIS MAN THE SILENT TREATMENT. mans gonna be looking at you with them eyes and you are just gonna fold. gosh hes adorable and sht)

Trauma || @peanutpinet💕💔✅💯

↳ Being the son of the famous Nam Goongmin came with a heavy price to pay for Jaemin. Though Taeyong managed to get Jaemin out of his father’s mafia business and helped him to heal, there was still some trauma that Jaemin had yet to face. Until he came across a girl that he would soon learn that he can’t always run from his problems (the fact that the story lowkey connects with the other fics that they have is a gold mine. my ass is out here re-reading everything from the beginning aka the first one all the way to this one while i wait for the next one.)

Enough For You || @midmourn💔✅💯

↳ you wanted to be enough for mark, but no matter what you did, you weren't. (brb let me just sit in the corner real quick. stop, i need more angst nct fics to satisfy my angst side. like you can just feel the hurt that the oc is feeling, cause i know for a fact everyone has been through this once in their life time.)

I'm A Mouse, Duh! || @springseasonie🔞✅

↳ Nomin in police costumes and Y/N in a "mouse" costume (it's literally just lingerie). Will they fuck? Keep reading to find out! (1. i love the mean girls reference. that movie is a classic. 2. another roommate threesome, i may have a problem. BUT THATS FINE. this fic was hella good.)

I Wanna Make You Scream || @nctsplug02🔞✅💯💯💯

↳ (johnny in a scream mask?????????? sir???????? HELLOOOOOOOOO????? like god this fic is, oh child.)

Rent Is Due! || @starillusion13🔞✅💯

↳ (theres no summary, but do you know what else is due??? my insanity after reading this fic. like god dam. had to take a moment to breathe after finishing the fic.)

Strawberry Cough || @hazyhae🔞💕✅

↳ when your longtime bestie and plug moves out of town, he recommends one of his buddies to fill your weed needs. jaemin is glad to deliver that, and maybe even more. (the fact that jaemin automatically has a stock of the strawberry flavor for the oc is cute as sht. mans literally fell in love at first sight.)

The Day That I Met You I Started Dreaming || @nctstar💕✅💯

↳ You watched in satisfaction as the imprint of your lips stained a faded red colour, two semi-circles adorned by fine lines. The smell of strawberry wafted gently, so subtle you could have missed it. Yet, his voice rang in your ears. “You taste so sweet, baby. You always do.” (stop, i think this was one of the "long" jungwoo fics that i have read so far. i should start reading more jungwoo fics ngl. i honestly like how the story went. like it was at a good pace. not too rushed and not too slow, at the perfect pace. )

They're Roommate || @luvyeni🔞✅

↳ maybe those “jokes” your roommates play on you aren’t actually jokes (nomin threesome??? let me at it. lord have fcking mercy on me)

Young God || @jaeminvore🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ in which you were essentially scammed into cohabiting with a ridiculously clingy demon that lives off of sex. It could be worse. At least he staved off from sucking your soul out in exchange of you sucking something else—among other things (demon hyuck is a menace but hes a cute menace you know. hes gonna be like your bffl demon. i honestly fully enjoyed this one so much, like you dont understand. the mans a cute ass menace)

NCT 127 Texts || @phoxphenex💕✅💯

↳ Baby 127 Calling Dad on Tour (stop i cant wait for them to be parents. like these fans are gonna have to grow a pair of balls and suck it up that these mens are gonna be parents in the future. like can u imagine their kid just texting them. their kid will have them on their knees i swear.)

NCT Dream Texts || @jenosz💕✅💯

↳ Jeno boyfriend texts (the way that i fcking cackled at the first one. i cant, that was literal GOLD. ngl thats prob something i would say to my boo, if i had one LMAO)

NCT Dream Texts || @midmourn💕✅

↳ Your mom hasn't paid me this month (stop jisung would be the one to actually tell his mom. protect this lil sprout.)

8:57PM || @gyeomsweetgyeom💕✅

↳(faster/2 baddies era jaehyun has me on a fcking chokehold im not gonna lie.)

Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[storiesforallfandoms]

there’s always tomorrow ~ billy loomis and stu macher;scream

word count: 2069

request?: yes!

“Hi !

Can you do a one shot where billy and stu are having sex with the reader ( who tey are in love amd obsessed with ) and she leaves during the night but theres always tomorrow at school right?

Happy ending pls ?”

description: it was just a hook up. a one time thing. that’s it, nothing more to it...right?

pairing: billy loomis x female!reader x stu macher

warnings: swearing, mentions of smut but nothing full on

masterlist (one, two)

Billy and Stu did everything together.

They went to school together, they hung out with their friend group together, they murdered together.

They had sex with (Y/N) together.

(Y/N) was supposed to be one of their victims. She lived next door to Sydney and they came up with the idea that they could say she had witnessed Sydney’s dad going crazy and killed her too. It was a solid plan, and it would add another kill to their body count. Nothing could go wrong.

That was until both of them, dressed in their Ghostface costumes, snuck into her house one night while she was alone. Billy was on the phone with her as Stu crept up to her bedroom, waiting to ambush her. But when he threw open her bedroom door, he was shocked to find her laid out on the bed in just her underwear, and, oh boy, was it a very tiny pair of underwear.

It took a moment for Stu to remember what was happening, and that moment was (Y/N) screaming and throwing her phone at him. It missed, but he was still in his dazed state that he didn’t react right away as she ran to grab her robe and try to escape. Stu threw himself at her, knocking her to the ground and pinning her with her hands over her head. He had his knife raised, ready to stab her, when she brought her knee up to hit him in the stomach.

Stu groaned, falling to the floor. (Y/N) grabbed his knife and held it up to him, ready to attack, but took his incapacitated state as her opportunity to also unmask him. When Stu’s mask fell to the floor, she gasped in shock, her attack paused momentarily. It was a perfect moment to take her by surprise and kill her. She had seen his face, he knew she had to die.

But he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He panicked, grabbing his mask from the floor and quickly racing down to the front door where Stu was waiting.

“What happened?” Billy asked as Stu ran past him.

“Just run,” Stu said.

“What?”

“Run!”

When they got back to Stu’s house, he explained what happened.

“And you didn’t kill her?!” Billy snapped once the story was over.

“I couldn’t, man!” Stu argued.

“Why not?! She saw your face, she knows who Ghostface is now. Our only option is to fucking kill her!”

“I know that! I knew I had to kill her. I just couldn’t. Man, you should’ve seen her when I walked in. She was practically naked! She had a body better than Tatum’s and that’s saying something. You can’t blame me for getting distracted.”

“There’s getting distracted and then there’s being an idiot.” Billy started to pace Stu’s room. “We have to do something about this. There won’t be long until she goes to the police and they arrive here to arrest you. And there’s no way I can convince my dad to bail you out when there’s a witness to you trying to kill them.”

Stu’s leg started bobbing anxiously. “I can’t go to jail, man.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

The two spent the night anxiously awaiting for the police to arrive for Stu. They were both suspicious when no one came, and they were both dreading having to go to school the next day. If the police hadn’t arrived in the night, there was a chance they were about to be ambushed there when they arrived.

To their surprise, there was no police waiting at school either. Principal Himbry wasn’t at the doors waiting to take them away, there were no calls for them to go to his office. Nothing. Almost suspiciously nothing. Billy wasn’t sure how much he was trusting this whole thing.

It wasn’t until after lunch that (Y/N) finally approached Billy and Stu while they were with their friends. Immediately Stu felt a nervousness settle over him. She wouldn’t say anything in front of everyone, would she? She’d have the decency to wait till they were in private...right?

“Hey,” she said, drawing the group’s attention to her. “Mind if I talk to Stu alone?”

Stu and Billy exchanged a look before Stu stepped away from the group and followed (Y/N) a little ways down the hall. He couldn’t read her face. He couldn’t tell if she was scared, angry; if she was about to out him to the school.

He also couldn’t help but imagine how beautiful she looked laid out in her bed the night before, her perfect body on full display. He imagined taking those tiny panties she was wearing and ripping them off her body before getting the chance to ravage her.

He snapped out of his thoughts when (Y/N) said, “So...you’re the one going around killing people?”

That’s when Stu remembered why he was in this situation, and the fear returned. “Did you call the police?”

“Answer my question first.”

Stu sighed. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s...it’s been me. All me.”

If this was how he was going to be taken down, he wasn’t going to take Billy with him. At least Billy could continue their plan if Stu ended up in jail.

“Why did you try to kill me last night?”

He was a little stunned by the question. “It’s...complicated. There’s this whole plan in place - ”

“A plan that includes me?”

“Like I said, it’s complication. Listen, are you going to turn me into the police or not? I did let you go last night.”

“I think you were forced to let me go considering I had kicked your ass and took your mask.”

Stu scoffed. “You didn’t kick my ass, you kneed me once and took my mask off. You hesitated, I could’ve easy killed you in that moment. But I didn’t. So, can we just, you know, keep this between us maybe?”

“We can, under one condition.”

Stu rolled his eyes. “Fine, I won’t kill you.”

“Oh, I know you won’t kill me. If you did, you would’ve last night.” She gave him a knowing look before stepping closer to him, closing the already small space between them and pressing her body against his. “But you did also get an eyeful when you came in last night. I figure you may want to see the rest of it. So, here’s my proposal: I won’t tell anyone about you if I can come over to your place on Friday.”

Stu tried to stutter a response, but all the blood had been removed from his brain and gone somewhere a little lower in his body instead. When he couldn’t get his words out, (Y/N) smirked at him and said, “I’ll take that as a yes. See you Friday.”

She started to walk away when Stu called, “Billy’s my partner!”

(Y/N) stopped and turned to look at him. “There’s two of you?”

Stu nodded.

The sexy smirk came back to her face. “Tell him to come, too.”

And that’s how the dynamic duo of Woodsboro found themselves fucking the same girl on Friday night. They shared her evenly between them until all three of them were satisfied and laying back on Stu’s queen sized bed.

“That was great,” (Y/N) commented. “I’ve never done a threesome before, much less with two serial killers.”

“Congrats on losing your threesome v-card,” Billy said.

(Y/N) giggled. It sounded like music to both Billy and Stu’s ears. They glanced at each other over her head and knew they were thinking the same thing.

“Didn’t know you had a thing for serial killers, (Y/N),” Billy said.

“Call it the adrenaline I felt from almost being murdered,” she responded. “I don’t know, after Stu ran off I was terrified. I tried to call 911, but I just couldn’t bring myself to rat on him. I didn’t know why, but I tried to go to bed and get my mind off of everything. Then I found myself fantasizing and dreaming about Stu in that costume, with that knife, pinning me to the ground.”

Stu shifted so that they couldn’t see his member hardening again.

(Y/N) looked over at Billy and smiled. “Imagine my delight when I found out there was two of you.”

Another shared look between the two boys.

(Y/N) sat up and moved towards the edge of the bed. Billy and Stu sat up and looked at her in confusion.

“Where are you going?” Stu asked her.

“Home,” she responded. “This is all I came for, wasn’t it?”

They were both hesitant to answer. They didn’t want her to go. Sure, she had come over just for sex so that she’d keep their secret, and it was certainly mind blowing sex for all involved. But at some point during the sex, it stopped just being for pleasure. At some point, both Stu and Billy looked at her blissed out face, glistening with sweat and the string of moans spilling from her mouth, and they felt something stronger for her than lust in that moment.

(Y/N) pulled on her clothes and grabbed her things to leave. She paused at the door of Stu’s room to smile at both boys. “See you two on Monday.”

~~~~~~

Billy and Stu were distracted to say the least the that weekend. They drifted through Saturday and Sunday, and even the start of the day on Monday they felt very distant. Randy even poked fun at them for being so absentminded when they came into school.

“What happened? Did you guys break up or something?” he teased.

Their first class of the day was with (Y/N) and they were both dreading it. They weren’t ready to see her so soon, to have her ignore them and pretend like Friday never happened.

But they were both shocked when we walked into the classroom and immediately walked up to their desks.

“So,” she said, sitting down in front of Billy, “here’s the thing, I know Friday was supposed to be a one time thing...but I can’t stop thinking about you guys.”

They shared a look before looking back at her. “Really?” Stu asked.

“Yeah. I...I just keep thinking about you guys, and not just in the sex way.” She started nibbling on her lip. Billy started thinking about how bad he wanted to kiss that lip she as biting. “Is that weird? I shouldn’t be thinking of both of you, should I?”

“I don’t think anything about our situation is normal, babe,” Billy said. The pet name sent chills through (Y/N)’s body. “We couldn’t stop thinking about you from the moment you left.”

She perked up at this news. “Really? Huh, so I guess we’re on the same boat here.”

“I guess we are,” Billy agreed. “So, what do we do about this?”

Before any of them could say anything, the bell rang signifying that class was starting. (Y/N) spun around in her seat to try and pay attention to the teacher who was talking. Stu started writing something on his notebook and held it up for Billy to see.

let’s try to be a three person relationship.

Billy gave Stu a look and wrote a note in response. are you crazy? we can’t do that. that’s not a thing.

but it could be.

Billy snuck a glance at (Y/N). There was no way he could date her in good conscious knowing that Stu liked her too, and he knew Stu felt the same way. But they both liked her so much, and apparently she liked them just as much. Was it so crazy for both of them to try and date her.

He ripped off the bottom of the page he had written his note to Stu on and wrote on it. He folded it and quickly tossed it over (Y/N)’s shoulder. It whizzed past her, causing her hair to move with it, and landed on her desk. She looked over her shoulder at both boys before slowly unfolding the note.

movie date with billy and stu? check yes or no

She covered her mouth to stifle a giggle before turning to look at both of them and nodding her head, mouthing, “Yes!” before turning back in her seat.

Stu and Billy shared a quick fist bump in celebration.

[codfanficedits]

Bar ideas

Summary:

You and Soap are getting drunk. There are two endings to this little story, both are linked at the end.

Pairing: Soap x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 1.4k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, closet sex, fingering, choking.

You and Soap always have been idiots together. Not in the field, no never in the field. Soap was a demolishing expert, the man was a genius in the field. Handpicked by Price for a reason. You weren’t stupid either, Price picked you as a sniper for a reason. No on the field the lot of you were an oiled team.

That did change the moment a drop of alcohol got involved. The moment you and Soap got your hands on some whiskey, tequila, vodka, even beer, it was as if the two of you shared two braincells, and those were fighting for third place.

The last time you and Soap got drunk enough, the both of you deemed it a good idea to flush all of Ghost his tea. It was such a good idea, until the morning came and the large, masked Brit hunted the both of you down, chasing you through base. Price had to step in to prevent two murders.

So now you and Soap are under Price’s watch, while you and the whole team went to the bar to celebrate a mission well done. The whole mood was a nice one, although the alcohol had been flowing for a while now. Soap nudged you when he saw Gaz talking to a blonde woman. “Want to bet a fiver that he will take her home?” He whispered, his head mere inches away from your face. “Make it a tenner.” You replied. “He can’t wait that long, my bet is on the toilets.”

“It’s on then.”

A glare from Price shut the both of you up, although Soap had this mischievous grin on his face the whole time. Your eyes kept darting around the bar, there wasn’t a lot of eye candy to look at, and after a few too much tequila sun rises, you didn’t really care about men anymore. Who needed them anyway?

A second nudge from Soap got you out of your concentration, you looked up just in time to see Gaz leave for the bathroom, the blonde woman following seconds after. You wanted to tell Soap to pay up, but he nudged you again, his head jerking towards Price, who had his back turned to the both of you, talking to someone. “Let’s head out of here.” Soap whispered into your ear. “Before he sees us.”

Soap took your hand, pulling you off the barstool as he dragged you outside. “You still owe me.” You started, but Soap shushed you, pressing his hand against your face to shut you up.

“What if.” His voice was slurred. “What if we went to scare Gaz.”

“How do you want to do it?” Your voice is muffled against his big hand.

“What?”

You remove his hand from your face. “How do you want to do it, sergeant?” You repeat yourself.

“We go back to base. Get into his room, and hide into his closet, when he gets back, we jump out and scare him!” Soap was using his hands to power up his words and by God was it working. The tequila in your blood was screaming at you to agree with his idea, and who were you to say no?

You did an attempt to salute him. “Why aren’t we going back to base already?” You asked, an idiotic grin on your face.

“I knew I could count on you.” Soap told you, before he grabbed your jacket, dragging you back to base, his big steps almost made you unable to follow him.

Your eyes darted around the hallway as Soap tried to pick the lock that kept the two of you out of Gaz’s room. The last thing you needed was for Ghost to pick up on this. He already hunted you down once, you wouldn’t survive a second time. “Hurry up.” You hissed through gritted teeth. “Does Ms. Mastermind want to try it?” Soap replied. You let out a frustrated groan as your hand reaches out to the doorknob, you twist it and the door creaks open. The fucking door wasn’t even locked.

You’re the first one to step in, and your eyes scan the room, worried you’ll find Gaz, Price, or even worse, Ghost. But the room is empty but a goddamn mess, no wonder Gaz prefers to fuck in the bar bathroom than his own room. There are half empty water bottles everywhere, clothes all over the floor, and when was the last time a windows was opened in here?

Soap doesn’t seem to mind, of course not, Soap was focussed on the mission he had given the two of you. He made his way over to the closet, swinging the door open a little too enthusiastic.

“Get your ass over here.” It wasn’t a question, it was an order. You stumble your way over there, the left part of the closet was made to hang up clothes, but it was mostly empty, it didn’t surprise you at all, given that you had to walk through half of his closet on the floor to get to Soap.

“C’mon.” He gives you a gentle push into the closet, your forehead pressed against the cold material. Soap takes place behind you, it barely fits as he closes the door.

“It’s not going to fit, you’ve been eating too much.” You complain. “Hush.” Is his answer. “Man’s gotta eat.”

His warm breath reaches your neck and all of the sudden you’re painfully aware of the situation you’re in. As if tequila brought you here, but left you when you needed it’s courage. Friends.

You and Soap have always just been friends, nothing more, nothing less. You try to turn around, tell him this was a stupid idea.

“Don’t..” His breathing hitched. “Don’t move.”

“Shit, why? Are you hurt?” This whole situation is sobering you up really quick.

“No! No, just stand still for a second, don’t move.”

That’s when you felt it, a second heartbeat touching your thighs.

“Are you..? Oh my god Johnny.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He muttered. “You just looked so pretty tonight in that skirt, and, and, I just.. Having you so close to me.” He rambled trying to explain himself.

He thought you looked pretty. That realisation alone was enough to make you lose all responsibility.

You press your thighs against him, the heartbeat growing stronger. “Stop teasing me.” He groaned. “I’m not teasing you.”

Soap grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking it back. “Now is not the time for jokes.” He hisses as his free hand makes his way under your skirt. Your hands tug on his jeans. “I would never joke about this.”

He pulls you closer, his hand still tangled in your hair. “I need to know for sure that you’re really okay with this.”

Your mind is running at full speed, his cologne, his warm skin, the musky smell of his sweat, the way his fingertips linger on your skin. It is all too much. “I need you.” You answer him.

“Beg me more.”

His words unlock something in you, you’re a tough soldier, you’re not supposed to beg, but this man, this man makes your knees weak.

“My body craves you, I crave you, I need your touch, Johnny, I want to feel your big fucking cock in me, please.” God, you never knew you could sound so needy, it’s almost pathetic.

It stays quiet, a little too quiet for your liking, he let’s go off your hair, the sound of his zipper being the only noise in the room. His hands are strong and quick, you let out a frustrated whimper when his tip teases your wet little cunt. “I can feel how much you want this.” He whispers into your ear. Two of his fingers slide into your tight pussy, his fingers slightly arched, you instantly tense your muscles. But as quick as he entered you, he takes his fingers out again, stuffing them into your mouth. “Taste how desperate you are for me.”

Before your brain can process what is happening he slams his cock into you, his fingers into your mouth to muffle the sounds you make. As a good little slut you taste yourself on his fingers, drool dripping down your chin as you try to clean his fingers as good as you can, while he fucks your mind into shambles. He takes his fingers out of your mouth, as his hand finds his way to your throat, leaving your skin wet from your own drool.

“God, fuck, shit, yeeehees.” You’re unable to form a fucking sentence while he keeps slamming into you, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

Ending one.

Ending two.

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - April 9th

 Hey everyone! I read a lot of short things this week that were DELIGHTFUL and kept my mind busy as I wait for news on the personal front. Fandom is my favorite thing for that, and so many other reasons. Be sure to give your authors a comment or kudos if you like their stories! 

~*~ 

Everyone's a Critic by duc

Steve scrap booking with Jan. Everyone's a critic.

Shook the Bones of Me by Mireille

Tony and Steve have some rare free time together. Steve has plans for it.

last call by gottalovev

Tony didn’t prepare for Steve calling first.

It's been thirteen months, why now?

The Three-Date Opportunity by Annie D (scaramouche)

Tony gets three dates to win over a skeptical Steve. Three, no more and no less.

This Isn't What it Looks Like by FestiveFerret

Steve finds an antique mirror at a thrift shop, but it turns out to be more than just a mirror.

Five Kinks Tony Stark Does Not Have Anymore Thanks to Steve Rogers  (+1 He Still Likes) by greyduckgreygoose

"Hm ..." Clint paused in the bedroom doorway, surveying Tony as he lay in fetal position, sulkily clutching a hot water bottle to his groin. "Can't decide what to mock you for without more information."

festina lente (hurry slowly) by greyduckgreygoose

If anyone asked Steve – and a few reporters may well have, Steve wouldn’t know since Peggy had kept him from answering anything else outside controlled press conferences and faux-casual interviews – what his relationship was with Captain America, Steve would have said something like, “We’ve reached an understanding,” or, “He’s a good guy to have in a fight,” but nowhere in that statement would be the mention of friend, or partner or ally.

A role reversal fic featuring Steve Rogers (a.k.a Iron Man) as a billionaire, genius engineer with a heart of gold and Tony Stark (a.k.a Captain America) as a playboy American Hero who spent most of his backpay on his flashy lifestyle.

felix culpa (fortunate fault) by greyduckgreygoose

The first time Tony had fucked in his new body, it was with a USO girl five years his senior. It was his first time not being scrawny, first sexual encounter outside of back-alley blowjobs and hotel room visits with strange men in bars. First time penetrating.

It was bad. He didn’t judge his strength and left a dime-sized bruise on the girl’s breast. She had laughed, of course, been a sport as she ruffled his hair. “At least it’s somewhere easy to cover,” she had said, “But they sure weren’t kidding about that super strength of yours, were they? Wowee.” He had still felt like shit.

Bound to Take Your Life by greyduckgreygoose

“Bite me,” Tony had hissed the first time that they met, and to this day he doesn’t know just how close Steve had been to shoving him to the ground and sinking his canines into Tony’s neck, jaws clamping down until Steve’s mouth tasted of blood and sweat and Tony’s screams died down to a slow whimper.

Cry Uncle by greyduckgreygoose

Tony chuckled, flipping up his mask so that Steve could feel Tony's breath on his ear as he whispered, "But Cap, I promised that I'd make you beg for mercy." Steve's eyes widened, his body going taut as a bowstring in anticipation of being drawn.

I Wanna Hold Your Hand by NotEvenCloseToStraight

Tony is a snarky, sassy, college age disaster, making his way through the Ph.D program by way of spite, stubborness and unhealthy amounts of caffeine so lovingly supplied by the local coffee shop.

Steve is the barista hopelessly in love with the fluffy haired, sleep deprived, genius.

It happens exactly the way you think it does.

A Common Folly by royal_chandler

Alongside the growing skirt of daylight, a miserable hangover had greeted Tony the next day. Steve sputtering through awkward morning-after talk had only made it worse, his hands a busy flurry in Tony’s face and dizzying. To save himself the trouble of lengthy jail time, Tony had smothered him with a cotton-dry mouth rather than with a pillow he’d been half-seriously contemplating. And after that? Well Tony discovered that he quite liked kissing Steve and being kissed by Steve.

Unforeseen Side Effects by Fickle_Obsessions

In a quick effort to make Loki docile, the Tony Stark releases an experimental drug that only effects Asgardians. It gets Thor too, but hey, he had no choice. It works a little too well. Loki goes from trying to destroy the world to braiding Thor's hair as well as other things. Steve helpfully sticks around and clutches his pearls while Tony waits for the drug to wear off.

(Shipping this forever old fic to live in the same stable as my other fillies.)

Not just a river in Egypt (Tony is most certainly not in denial) by theoddoodisnude

"You are most definitely not in love with me, Cap, what you are experiencing is called cabin pressure," Tony explains, because he has a rational train of thought and he's met enough shrinks to have figured out their tactics by now. "And possibly, you know, sexual frustration, because it doesn't matter at all that you're, like, America's national icon, Fury still won't let you out. I know that, I see that, I acknowledge your pain, I feel with you, Cap, believe me, I do. And I get it, because I am a very good-looking fellow and we spend a lot of time together, stuck in this tower, and it's easy to--"

"I am," Steve cuts off, equal parts amused and frustrated and concerned. "In love. With you. Tony, I'm in love with you."

The Next Great Baker by Tacuma

Tony has been asked to be in a judge in one of the episodes of 'The Next Great Baker'. He doesn't really want to go, until he tastes the amazing donuts of one of the contestants.

Messily by mattmurderock

Steve grunted softly and kissed Tony hard, pulling him close with one hand on his ass again and one now twining into Tony’s hair. They fell onto the bed like that, a heap of limbs and mouths and gasps. Tony could feel Steve everywhere, from the strong fingers slipping into the back of his slacks to the rock-hard cock pressing against his lower stomach. His veins sung with pleasure, his heart beating faster than a bullet train. His blood chanted 'Steve, Steve, Steve, St-'

Cuddling by ladyshadowdrake

The thing he missed the most about Pepper – okay, that was a lie, he missed almost everything about Pepper – but the thing he was really surprised that he missed was the cuddling. So it shouldn’t have been anything new when he realized that Steve didn’t like to cuddle.

A Thousand Lives by Neverever, Perlmutt

Steve is planning to ask Tony to the Homecoming Dance and Tony wants to ask Steve, but neither has found the courage to actually ask. Until Tony steals a cosmic cube from Fury's office and accidentally reveals the red string of fate that ties him and Steve together.

Optimistic Decompression by exfatalist

To destroy all records of the Superhuman Registration Act before they could fall into Norman Osborn's hands, Tony Stark deleted his brain. In so doing, he forgot a lot of very important - and very terrible - things that he did. His life since has been spent attempting to reconcile how much his friends seem to despise him and knowing, logically, that he could have only ever acted according to his best judgment.

And while no amount of sensory input could possibly bring back such irreparably lost data, nothing was ever logical about the quiet moments when two people lay entwined together.

Frosty the Snowman by Captain_Panda

What's the meaning of Christmas? What is it, really?

Could it be the toys on Christmas day?

Or the friends we made along the way?

Are its joys discovered in a pile of snow?

Or those things that cannot be tied with a bow?

If it's not at the bottom of a glass of eggnog:

Then the meaning of Christmas must reside in a dog.

(AKA: The Christmas story where Steve Rogers adopts a dog, makes some new friends, and discovers that being a Scrooge is impossible with Tony Stark around.)

[huffle-dork]

Swap into the CrystalVerse Chapter 4: Stitched

Co-written with @crystalninjaphoenix 

Read Swapboys | Read Stitched | AO3 Link

Prologue | Switch Chapters   Taglist: @brokentimewatch  

After what feels like a fall through space, Alt is suddenly standing on solid ground. A tile floor, to be specific. It's not familiar at all. He barely has time to look around--This is a kitchen of some kind--when he hears someone scream close by. A bright blue circle suddenly slams into him, pushing him into a corner of the room--It's not just a kitchen, it's also a dining room, and he's been pushed to a corner in between the table and a small window. The blue circle expands until he's basically blocked into the spot.

There are two men standing in front of him, looking horrified. One of them (his face is hidden by a blue cloth mask, and he wears nice clothes paired with bracelets and armbands) has his hands up defensively. The other (he's wearing a black hoodie with the letters PMA on it, and one of his eyes seems a brighter blue than the other) is backing into the counter and reaching for the knife block.

At hearing the screaming, Alt instinctively glitches in surprise, then is thrown off as the blue circle is slammed into him. He’s disoriented and then looks at the magic trapping him and glitches a bit in fear.

Then, he looks out at the sight of the other men. He tries to hold up his hands in a calming gesture. He’d glitch out of the magic but these guys looked freaked out enough already. “Woah woah hey! Fuck i- sorry I didn’t mean to-“

It’s just now occurring to him that- this isn’t home. He freaks out, trying to see if he still has the TRVLR.

Alt does indeed still have the TRVLR. But when he tries to turn it on the screen just flashes a low battery image and nothing else.

“Why now?!” The man in the hoodie cries, grabbing one of the knives from the block. “What do you want?! What more can you fucking do at this point?!” The blade trembles; his hand is shaking. The man in the mask moves one arm protectively in front of him.

Alt relaxes slightly as he sees the TRVLR is safe but pockets it for now. Seems he has bigger stuff to deal with.

Alt holds up his hands to show they’re empty. “H-Hey! I- I don’t think I’m who you think I am! My… my name’s Alt- I’m… not from around here- I… I’m sorry to just pop in here I uh- couldn’t really control it. But I won’t hurt you! Swear it.”

They both clearly doubt what he’s saying. “Like we’d fall for that,” the man in the hoodie scoffs. “I-I don’t know what new angle you have, Anti, but it’s not going the work!” The man in the mask makes a throat clearing noise to get the other’s attention. He moves his hands—oh, it’s BSL. Call the others, J-happy.

“They can’t get here—” the first man starts to say, then looks at Alt and stops. “Okay. Yeah. I’ll do that.” He slowly reaches into his pocket with his free hand and pulls out a smart phone.

Alt pales at the name. “Fuck okay…. Course there’s an anti here… okay-“

He sees the sign and then he panics and signs back please wait!

Sometimes signing helped Hen to calm down- maybe it would here too.

“Look I- I dunno how things work here but- I’m not- I’m not this Anti. I mean- i kinda am but! I'm not… from this world- I… i'm from another universe.” He glitches a bit in nervousness- hating being trapped. “If you could just let me explain or- I can show you something… something your Anti probably can’t do…? Maybe?”

The man in the black hoodie laughs, sounding almost hysterical, and dials a number. “We’re not going to give you a chance to do—”

Go ahead, signs the man in the mask, looking intrigued.

“JJ what the fuck?!”

He’s never used sign before, the man—JJ—explains.

“He’s never looked like that before either!” protests the other man. “That doesn’t mean it’s anything good!”

Your phone is ringing, JJ points out.

The man presses it to his ear. “Chase? Yeah, I-I can’t even begin to describe what’s happening here, but can you guys come home just in case? It might be…him.”

JJ nods at Alt, waiting patiently.

Alt relaxes some and nods, “oh um… you guys know in like- superhero movies where they travel to other places and they have like- people who are the same but.. different?” God he sounds insane. “I… I’m that- I think…”

Alt then blinks at the name Chase and he bounces slightly, “oh you have a chase! I… I do too! He’s my brother- Chase Brody! and I’m Alt Brody! We… in our world he’s a super hero and I’m… a magician, I guess? More like an entertainer- trying to be a hero…” he then fumbles with his shirt- looking for his mask before remembering it’s gone.

“Whatever guy you’re afraid of though… I can promise I’m not him but… I think you guys could be in danger… from someone else. And I need to find him and my brother… but I swear- I won’t hurt you. Im not that kinda guy…” -anymore. Mag’s words about how he’s always hurting people sticks in his head but he sticks his hands in his pockets and tries to stay calm. His shoulder fizzle and twitch with glitches, showing his nervousness.

“O…kay.” It an unbelievable story. And the man in the black hoodie clearly doesn’t believe him. “Chase, do you have a brother?” He says to the phone. There’s a long pause. “What is going on over there?” he mutters.

JJ, however, looks thoughtful. The blue shield keeping Alt in the corner drifts away a bit, giving him more room. That sounds insane, but I don’t think you’re Anti, he says. Or not the one we know. You’re being way too nice to me for that. He gives a muffled laugh, like chuckling without actually opening your mouth. I don’t think Anti could pretend to like me if his life depended on it. For my friends’ sake, though, do you mind staying there for a while? Oh, this is J-A-C-K by the way.

“You said your Chase was a superhero?” Jack repeats. “What’s his costume like?”

Alt breathes a little easier as the shield is moved- but he looks very uncomfortable being trapped. too much like when Mag would keep Blitz in a cage. “sure- no problem…” He shifts anxiously on his feet, trying not to let his anxiety and fear get the better of him. These guys seem chill… but he doesn’t want to let his guard down. The first guys seemed chill too-

Alt nods to the finger spelling. “Jack… okay. I gotta friend named Jack…” He blinks at Jack’s question and then thinks. “Oh he’s uh- not wearing his costume today. But he’s in a bright orange jacket- got a pink skull with a purple paint splatter behind it. S’also on his hat. He’s got a pink mask and like- yellow green hair.”

"Well, that's... that adds some credibility," Jack mutters. "I think your brother just showed up right next to our friends."

JJ raises an eyebrow. You're not going to say anything about how that's a weird coincidence?

"I considered it, I really did, but there's never been... look, two people is weird." Jack looks at Alt with new eyes, now able to see past the glitching exterior. He looks... a bit freaked out. "You can drop the shield, Jays," Jack says quietly. "It's okay."

The circle flickers away and JJ sighs. I'm glad we could sort this all out.

Jack speaks to his phone again. "Yeah, you guys get over here as fast as you can. Bring the guy. We'll, uh, talk when we're all together in person."

Alt seems to relax even more especially once the shield is removed. He smiles sheepishly, “t-thanks… I get it though. Bein’ cautious… I would have reacted the same way.”

He anxiously messes with his pockets and doesn’t really move from the corner. These guys act just the way the inverted guys acted towards him… but those guys were assholes. What if… the Anti here wasn’t like the first Anti he met? His stomach rolls anxiously. God… and where was Mag?

He looks over to the guy with the mask and slowly asks, speaking out loud and in sign since it seemed to put them at ease. “What’s your name?” He was trying to put a finger on who this guy reminded him off… he heard JJ earlier but… that can’t be right.

JJ's eyes crinkle; he's clearly smiling under the mask. J-A-M-E-S-O-N, he says, carefully spelling it out. And you don't have to sign for me, I can hear you. I just can't speak. Very considerate, though.

Alt’s eyes widen slightly. Okay… like Dr. j… weird. Dr. J was the least magical person he knew… this guy seemed very magic though- but he had the dressing styles of Henny. Though… kinda like the first Jameson he met… but Alt can tell this guy is kind. The first Jameson- the red one. He always had a sinister tinge to everything he did. “Ah okay… sorry my friend who taught me- he’s deaf so… force of habit I guess.”

Jack finishes his conversation and hangs up. "Okay. So. Yeah. That's Jameson, we call him JJ. We have two other friends who live here--well, kind of, e-everyone has their own places but it's been uh... This is my apartment, we're all staying here for now. Our friends are Chase and Henrik, but we call him Schneep. And, uh... yeah. S-sorry about the...reaction. You just... I've never seen... someone other than Anti do that stuff."

Alt grabs at his arm and tries not to shudder. “…I can imagine… I think.”

Are we going to explain about Anti? JJ asks Jack.

"Well, uh, basically Anti is this... guy..." Jack says slowly. "I don't... know if he's actually a human. Probably not. He... hates us. And has spent almost a whole fucking year trying to... he spent a whole year attacking us. Anyway. If you're from another world, how'd you get here? What are you doing here?"

Alt listens but feels his stomach drop. God… this Anti sounds like bad news… he wonders if he’s just as bad as Mag.

“Well… it’s a long story for me too but uh… we have a guy back home. A black magician named Magnificent. He’s… he’s obsessed with trying to go to other worlds to gain more power… and he… he used me to do it.” He pulls out the TRVLR. “We found this device that can help us travel… but I gotta make sure I get Magnificent back with us.. as much as I hate him… I can’t let him torture people here- or anywhere else. It’s… what me and my brother do. Or… try to do. Save people.”

JJ looks alarmed. Black magic?

Jack groans. "God damn it."

Sorry for the strange reactions, it's just that... Anti was probably caused by a black magic spell, Jameson explains. So... I think we can understand. Jack shudders. If just a single spell can cause Anti, what could a person specializing in dark powers do?

Alt grips at his arm, like he can still feel the ache of the black magic- like a phantom pain. “I… I get it. Black magic fucking sucks.”

"Y-yeah. That's... that's... you guys are really brave for dealing with that." Jack smiles at Alt. He's still not entirely sure about him, but if he's telling the truth, he and his brother are probably much braver than any of them.

Alt flushes and tries to duck down his head, looking away. “Well… me and my brother got… powers so- we gotta use em for something good… you know?” He feels that pit he gets in his stomach of when he did the opposite of that but… the others told him he was trying and that was enough.

JJ nods. Better use of your powers than what Anti's done, by far. His eyes crinkle again as he tries to be reassuring--hard to do with a mask hiding half your face, but he tries.

"We can try to help you out a little. Maybe. Not sure what we can do, but we'll try." JJ nods again in agreement. Our friends and your brother should be arriving here soon. Perhaps we should wait for them in the living room.

Alt nods, “yeah alright-“ He looks around, then realizes he doesn’t know where to go. “Uh I should- probably follow one of you…”

"Yeah, just this way." Jack walks towards the one entrance to the kitchen/dining room, glancing over his shoulder at Alt. "Don't worry, i-it's pretty easy to find your way around, haha."

Alt tries to smile back but it quickly falls, his mind going a million places at once. He follows them to go wait in the living room.

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When Alt appears in Jack's kitchen, Bro appears in a park. It's a nice park, with a playground and picnic tables dotted around, but it's definitely not familiar.

Looking around, it's also almost empty. There are just two people passing by on the sidewalk. A man wearing a cap and bandanna, and a man wearing a black coat that's a bit out of place in the temperate weather. The man in the cap happens to glance around at the right time--and sees Bro. He immediately stops walking, and it's clear why. The man looks like him. Almost exactly, just missing the dyed hair.

If there was any doubt that Bro wasn't home yet, it's gone now.

Bro looks around in confusion, about ready to fly around to see where they are. But he stills and his eyes widen as he meets the other man’s eyes. He hesitates- then goes to remove his mask, letting his hair fade back to its natural brown, and his eyes dim down to a more natural hue. Then he tries to wave, grinning nervously. “Uh- hey there?”

Bro is obviously a bit more built then the other man is- even though Chase felt he was on the slimmer side when it came to heroes. But- he can tell now when he sees a doppelgänger. And damn- looks like this guy has been through hell… but- who was the guy next to him?

"Um... h-hi..." The man is clearly uneasy, taking a couple steps back when Bro gets close.

"Hello?" The other man is turned towards Bro, but not quite meeting his eyes. There are strange scars on his face that look, strangely enough, like tear tracks. "Who are you? Chase, is this a friend?"

"Uh, n-no, but..." the first man--Chase--grabs the other's hand. "He... looks like me..."

"We all sort of look like each other, that is not narrowing it down."

"No, I mean... really looks like me. Like... if I had a clone. Who worked out."

The other man laughs. "There is something strange about this. But there is nothing to worry about... I think. It's not who you are worried about, I can tell."

That's a very vague statement, but Chase does relax slightly. "Who... who are you?" he asks Bro.

Chase messes with his hair and adjusts his hat before trying to get a little closer.

“Itss- a long ass story. And I’m still very confused by a lot of it but- I think this will… maybe help?” He shrugs, “m’name is Chase Brody. I think that’s familiar to you, yeah? But, where I’m from, people know me as a superhero, Bro Fantastic!”

He does a slight hero pose but quickly lets it fall. He studies the man who doesn’t look at him curiously. “Um but- I’m looking for my brother and… a bad guy. A really bad guy… i dunno what he’s gonna do here but… it can’t be good.”

Chase blinks. That's a lot of information to dump on him all at once. He processes it silently for a few seconds. "What the fu--"

And then a ringtone comes from his pocket.

"Ah shit." Chase pulls his phone out and glances at the caller ID. "Schneep, it's Jack. Hang on a second you... other... me, uh..." He picks up the call. "Hey, is something going on?" He goes a bit pale. "What? What do you mean?! You can't just--is he there?! What? No, I don't have a brother, you've known me long enough for--look, something just--"

Bro blinks in confusion and looks between the two of them, trying to pick up the conversation with his super hearing. He perks up as he hears the mention of a brother and zips over so he’s closer. “Oh is that your friend?? If they’re asking about a brother that must mean they found Alt!” He grins.

Chase yelps. "Uh, personal space, please!" he says, stepping backwards.

Bro backs up quickly raising up his hands. “Oh right, sorry!” Jesus- this guy was just as bad as Alt was. He’ll be real cautious around him…

Chase stares at Bro. "There's a guy here who fucking looks like me but with green hair and he's wearing some crazy outfit, this weird-ass orange jacket and pink mask--"

"Ahhh." Schneep nods slowly. "That makes the superhero thing a bit more believable." He waves in Bro's general direction while Chase continues to talk on the phone. "Hello, by the way. My name is Henrik."

Bro blinks down at Henrik and smiles. “Oh uh yeah- believe it or not this isn’t my usual uniform… my uniform is cooler. …don’t ask why I’m wearing my own merch it’s from my fans-“ He laughs then tries to offer a hand to Schneep. “Henrik huh? Nice to meet ya!” …he’s not at all like Henny…

"It is nice to meet you too." Schneep smiles, happy to have met someone friendly for once. "You can call me Schneep, if you would like. I'm sure your, ah, uniform is cooler but this cannot be too bad either." He makes no move to take Bro's hand.

Chase turns back to the phone. "So, should we bring this guy back to the apartment? Okay. Okay, we'll be there soon." Chase wraps up the phone conversation. He looks over at Schneep and Bro and notices the awkward raised hand. "Oh, uh, Schneep, he's trying to shake your hand."

"Oh! I am so sorry." Schneep reaches out and finds Bro's hand, shaking it firmly. "I am blind, you see." He chuckles. "You see, because I do not."

Bro tilts his head and is just about to let his hand drop when Chase fills Henrik in. Then, Bro flushes and quickly shakes Schneep’s hand. “Oh! Jeez I’m sorry- I didn’t realize…” He awkwardly messes with his hair.

"Is okay, I suppose it would be hard to tell," Schneep says. "I should get one of those canes that people have in movies."

Bro laughs then looks back at Chase. “Immm guessing your friends got freaked out by someone else who looks like us- probably glitching a bit?” He tries to laugh.

"Glitching..." Chase repeats. "That would explain why Jack thought it was him. Why? Do you know what just happened up there?"

Bro makes a face. “Ah- I’m guessing glitching isn’t… a good thing here. Uh- well- it’s starting to be a pattern for us… I hope it doesn’t actually become one though cuz god- Alt must be stressed out… but uh- basically the guy we’re looking for- he’s trying to go to other worlds. Cuz he’s insane. You know how it is. And uh- he keeps trying to use my brother- cuz he’s got magic. Electric magic, mostly. I guess I… kinda do too? But they feel different. I can’t cast spells. Oh but! Yeah- he keeps grabbing Alt to go to these other places cuz glitching helps with that I guess- and I try to stop him cuz.. I’m a hero. And no one messes with my baby bro.” His eyes glow slightly with power before dimming down.

“Anddd so far- it seems like we get separated when we go somewhere new… I’m just glad alt isn’t hurt this time…”

Chase seems to have more trouble processing this, but Schneep's eyes widen. "There is someone trying to go to other worlds? That... cannot be a good thing, for anyone. I can only imagine someone would try that out of curiosity or some--some bad intent, and it sounds like this man does not fall into the former."

Chase’s expression darkens. “Mm… curiosity drives him alright. But mostly the bad stuff yeah. He’s… insane. Just try easiest way to put it. “

"Let's, uh, start walking home," Chase says. "We can keep talking on the way." He pauses. "You're... a hero, huh? With actual powers." He lets out a breath of laughter. "That's crazy. That's insane."

Bro nods and follows after them then grins. “Oh yeah! You wanna see?” He runs a bit a head of Chase and then jumps in the air and hovers, grinning like a huge dork. “Ta-dah! I mean- I can do more but- this is my favorite.”

"Whoa!" Chase gapes, astonished, then laughs. "I-I've never seen--Schneep, he's flying!"

"Oooo!" Schneep's head tilts up, following Bro's voice. "That is incredible!"

Chase beams and then touches back down to the ground, laughing. “It’s pretty neat- I like it. But, uh- sounds like you guys also got… somethings that’s gotcha on edge so I’ll keep it low key~!” He walks backwards while he talks though, keeping up the conversation.

"Y-yeah..." Chase gives a little laugh. "It's a long story, but... there's this... thing that's been stalking us for a while. He's called Anti, and... he's done some pretty bad stuff to us." He tugs on a wristband, making sure it's in place.

"My friend Jack--when your brother appeared in our kitchen, he thought he was Anti coming to fuck with us some more. But things must've calmed down by now." "We should hurry in any case," Schneep says. "Perhaps Anti heard our phone call and wants to act on it."

"Shit. Right. Yeah." Chase takes Schneep's hand and starts walking down the street. He looks back at Bro. "C'mon. It's not too far a walk."

It’s still so weird to hear his brother’s chosen name said with such fear. Bro nods, “ah right. Lead the way.” He follows close behind, keeping an eye out for anything lurking around.

"Okay." This is weird. This is so weird. Chase tries not to stare at the other version of him as they head down the street.

"I am sure this will all turn out fine," Schneep says.

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In an instant, Magnificent appears in an industrial-looking area, surrounded by low concrete buildings and electrical boxes and wires. It looks run-down. Abandoned, maybe. As soon as the line between universes is crossed, any lingering effects of Distorter's trance snaps, now much, much, much too far to keep the connection stable.

Magnificent shakes himself out of the trance and then grips at his head. He curses to himself in Gaelic and throws an angry fist into one of the metal boxes. “That fucker.” He growls. But then he shakes himself out again and studies the area around him, feeling stuff out. “Hmm… where did my useless puppets bring us now?” He starts to walk around, studying the area- looking for magic. Such luck those kittens weren’t around to get in his way again… he’d find them when he had use of them again.

There is much more magic here than where he arrived in the last universe. He can feel distant spots--there are magicians in this city. But much closer than that is a strong presence of black magic emanating from one of the concrete buildings.

Magnificent grins, breathing in the air. Okay. This would do just nicely~ He hums and looks around, his finally locating the dark magic. Oh- well.. that could work out even better! Less energy wasted on converting the magic… perfect. In a fizzle of static- he teleported into the building.

The inside of the building is filled with more electrical boxes and some mismatched computer and TV parts, clearly scavenged and brought there. It's one big room. The only way to proceed is through an open doorway and down a set of concrete stairs. A red glow comes from below, and so does the black magic signature.

Hm. This almost reminded Mag of his cub’s old apartment. Though his was less- creepy. But that doesn’t bother Mag. In another fizzle he appears at the bottom of the stairs.

Magnificent finds himself in a long corridor that extends forward. The floor is perforated metal and the walls are concrete. Red bulbs in the ceiling light up the area. There's a strange sort of fog effect happening, preventing him from seeing more than thirty feet down the corridor. There's a faint sound of static coming from... somewhere.

Magnificent hums with a slight smirk. So- this magician had a flare for the dramatic. He can appreciate that. He does roll his eyes slightly, trying to push through the fog towards the sound of static.

The corridor extends further... and further... The sound getting closer... And so is the feeling of black magic. He can sense it, he's coming up on it-- No. Wait. It's... behind him?

"It's like looking in a funho̵u̴se ̀m͡ìrr͡or."

Magnificent whips around, lighting a green flame in his hand. He chuckles. "Amusing~ are you going to linger in the shadows like a coward? Or face me like proper magician?"

The corridor is empty for a moment. And then the static sound grows, and pixels fizzle together to create a single form. The man floats slightly off the floor, grinning. The upper half of his face is hidden by a mask of shadows, leaving only his eyes, with strands of green light twisting in the center of the forehead. A similarly shadowy cape flows from his shoulders, and a pair of cracked teardrop-shaped amulets dangle around his neck. His neck... which has a gaping wound slashed across it, green stitches straining to hold it shut.

"I'm mo̧ŕé than a mere mąg͏icia̢n̵, stranger."

Magnificent does stumble back some at the sight, then his eyes are quickly scanning the new figure, trying to understand it. He laughs, standing confidently. "Well- aren't you an interesting thing?"

"I could say the same for you." The figure drops to the ground, head tilting as he scans Magnificent. "You look so f̸am͟i͠lia̧r... but I k͏n҉o̷w you're not who you look like." He chuckles like that's a hilarious joke. "What are you doing here? And I don't just mean in my home."

Magnificent smirks, "You seem familiar to me too... in a way."

He extinguishes his flame and giggles, "Our cores are powered by the same thing, I'm sure you can feel that. So, surely you feel the same kind of fire~"

His eyes light up with magic and madness. "I'm searching for power. I'm pushing beyond the limits our worlds set for us!" He tilts his head like a curious cat, eyeing the glitch like one would study a treat behind glass. "I believe you can help me."

He blinks slowly. "Power... Yes, I wanted that once. But now all I need is śu͠ff҉e̕ring̨." A smile slowly spreads across his face. "Not mine, of course." He giggles. "But I remember that fire. Yes... maybe that could be very, very, int́e̕r̸estinǵ. We could join for a time. What is it you need?"

Magnificent grins, "Oh if suffering is what you want I can provide that as well."

He then stands up straighter and tilts his head, "I have a puppet that snapped his strings... and his annoying do-gooder brother who keeps getting in my way. I'm also... searching for the most powerful magic I can... but that's just for me~!" He giggles. "I just need to get my unruly cub back under my thumb and then I can continue my search for things beyond here."

"Oh I know al͠l about bad puppets." His expression darkens, then clears as he laughs. "But I think I might be of assistance. I just listened in on a v҉e͝ry interesting phone conversation. I think the ones you're looking for are in the same place as my problems. I know where they stay. I haven't yet confronted them yet, but this seems like a g̀o͢o͞d time." He pauses. "If we're to work together, we need to call each other something. They call me Anti. And you?"

Mag makes a surprised face at the name. Is that so? This... thing is this universe's Alt? Interesting... very interesting. He smirks. "You can call me Magnificent." He holds out a hand, a slight flame on his palm. "I look forward to working together, Anti."

Anti grins. Not bothered about the flame, he reaches out and takes Magnificent's hand. "To a... fruitful c҉o͏llaberat́io̧n."

Magnificent grins and shakes their hands. "Alright- where are these unruly puppets of yours, Anti?"

Anti's grin widens. "Come with me and I'll s̢how yo͟u̶." The fog in the corridor clears up--revealing that the stairs were just out of sight this whole time. "This way." Anti glitches and reappears near the top of the stairs, eager to get started.

Magnificent smirks and teleports after him, feeling a sense of something akin to excitement. This should be fun.

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There's a knock at the door. Jack stands up and goes over to open it. "Hey," Chase says, stepping inside with Schneep behind him. "So... this is the guy." He gestures at Bro, then notices Alt in the room and stifles an instinctive flinch. "And that's your guy."

Bro blinks at Jack then grins and waves, "Hey sup! I'm Chase but you can call me Bro cuz that's probably less confusing!"

Jack gives Bro a tentative smile. "Hi." There is something about his cheerful nature that's relaxing. Bro brightens as he sees Alt and zips in with a quick burst of speed, going to hug his brother. "Hey! You're okay!"

Alt glitches in surprise and then lets Bro hug him- but he has that annoyed cat look on his face. "ah- hi Chase... yeah I'm okay!" He glitches back onto the couch but Bro doesn't seem bothered by this.

Alt studies the two new men in the door, feeling weird at seeing his brother's double. He... looks harmless enough. Actually- all these guys look like they're scared of their own shadows... he feels him anxiety increase. That was... cuz of this universe's version of him…

The hero looks around and then notices Jameson and he smiles again. "Hi! I'm Bro!"

Jack lets the two... other-universe-visitors, god that sounded so weird... have a moment, then cleared his throat. "Uh, so, introductions all around. That's Jameson," JJ nods and waves at Bro in return, "that's our Chase, that's Schneep, and I'm Jack. And you two are Bro and Alt. Nice to meet you... despite how things started off."

Schneep raises an eyebrow. "Did you scream or something?"

"No!...maybe," Jack admits.

Alt grins a bit, “Yeah he did.”

"I-it was instinctual." He looks at Alt. "Not anyone's fault."

It's a pleasure to meet all of you, JJ says.

Bro beams, “Nice to meet you all! Damn this has been a lot of a nicer jump than before!”

"Yeah." Chase nods and smiles. But then it fades. "But, uh... we should get to business. Bro said there was... someone else who came with you guys..."

As Chase gets serious, so does Alt, his eyes darkening. “…his name is Magnificent. He’s the… he’s a villain in our world. Torturing us- making puppets of us. Well- mostly me. He can’t keep bro down for long.” Alt shakes his head then continues. “But he’s… he’s the reason we’re here. He’s obsessed with power- and trying to find ways into new universes. He wants any unique magic he can find to claim as his own. Draining the versions of himself so he can stand on top…”

Alt rubs at his wrist, running fingers over what looks like a pale dark purple tattoo. It’s two thin lines that wrap all the way around, with scratch marks on the inside that obstruct the circles from being complete. He then blinks back up at the others. “…if you guys have magic… like I saw with Jj… he might be coming after you. He can… he can see these things.”

The guys' expressions all turn pretty grim hearing that. Chase adjusts his wristbands again. "Puppets, huh? Yeah... our guy has done that too," he mutters. He notices Alt playing with his wrists too, but doesn't say anything about the marks.

He's never gone to other universes, though, JJ says.

"Ah, excuse me?" Schneep raises an eyebrow.

The Nightmare is a pocket dimension, that's different... and he didn't actually go there, JJ says.

"Do we have to find another version of Magnificent here to protect?" Jack wonders.

Alt winces a bit at Jack’s statement about having someone to protect. “I mean… I think- in our universe… he was once someone called Marvin.”

“Yeah but. That guy hasn’t been him for a long long time.” Bro says darkly, crossing his arms.

Alt shrugs, “I never knew him as that… but our friends… they knew him. He’s just… insane now. Corrupted completely.” He digs his nails deeply into the skin around his marks.

  "Well, uh, even if we don't, yeah, we all have some pretty unique magic that might attract this guy." Jack adds.

"Not me," Chase points out.

"You are magic in our hearts, Chase," Schneep says, half-joking, half-sincere.

Bro smiles at Schneep and Chase and nods vigorously. “Yeah dude! My friends say we’re all magic in some way! Though- iiii don’t get it cuz super powers feel different from magic but! You know!!”

Chase smiles at Bro. Man, is he this peppy? Well, he could be. But that smile fades as he remembers what Alt said earlier. "Not to be a bit of a downer, but... a-at least we don't have to worry about protecting anyone? We had a Marvin, but he's... gone now."

"He and our friend Jackie were part of the spell that summoned Anti," Schneep says quietly.

The Brody Brothers both quiet down though at the revelations. They exchange a sad look at the fact that this universe lost their Jackie.

JJ tenses. Speaking of Anti, do you think there's any chance of this Magnificent finding him?

"And doing what?" Jack asks.

I'm not sure, but I don't think it would be good. Maybe he could drain Anti's magic and that would get rid of him, but then we'd still have to deal with the magician. Or maybe they would... work together?

Schneep swears in German. "If they do, we must be prepared for anything. Anti knows where this is. He could lead that magician here."

We have to prepare for an attack, then. JJ looks thoughtful. Jack, do you think you could... see if there was anyone strange around?

"What, do you want me to get right up to someone and stare at them weirdly? Because my special vision only works as far as my normal one does." Jack closes his left eye--and jumps a little when he looks at Bro and Alt with just his right. "Whoa!"

Bro and Alt both jump in response to Jack’s exclamation. “What??” Bro asks- his soul is a bright bright star in his chest. The inside is blue with a bright outer ring like a bright sun, bright silver white energy cracking in its center.

Alt glitches a bit from the shock as he looks at Jack curiously. As he glitches- Jack can see his soul repeating the action with him. Then, it solidifies, bright cyan with swirling bright greens, brimming with power. So much so electricity seems to rise off of it in sparks, rotating around the soul as a whole. “…Special vision?”

"Well, I-I uh... I can see people's souls," Jack says bluntly. "And--I guess it's because you guys are from a different universe, because your souls are very different. They're... so energetic." He smiles a little. "Kind of cool actually."

Alt blinks, “woah- people’s souls? I… I’ve never heard of that before… I think- Mag can see magic like- signatures. See if you’re magic. But I don’t even think he knows what a soul is.” He laughs bitterly.

“That’s so cool though! Never thought my soul would be energetic!” Bro laughs.

Then Alt glitches to his feet, a look of panic in his eyes. “Wait- Jack.. you said this Anti was a result of black magic, right?” He pales, “then yeah Mag… he’ll either drain him or… or if they have similar goals then-“

"Fuuuuuck." Chase glances around the room as if concerned that something might happen just then. "Okay. Okay. One is bad, two is worse--or one with the power of two, god."

"Jack, did you not call Chase?" Schneep asks. "We know how Anti can mess with our phones."

"I know that! But I thought that it'd be fine because I thought Alt was Anti!" Jack runs a hand through his hair. "But yeah--they might be coming here right now. We have even less time than we thought."

"Where's my gun?" Chase is already running down the hall towards the bedroom to look for it.

Should we leave the apartment? JJ asks. His eyes are starting to glow a brighter blue.

"I am not sure, that may be a risk." Schneep is suddenly holding a pair of scissors. Where did he get those? He didn't pick them up.

Alt is trying not to panic, half-pacing, half glitching in front of the couch. “Okay okay… uh- Weaknesses for Mag! Uhhhh fuck we haven’t figured that out yet! Uhhhh just- god!” He looks at Bro with wide eyes but Bro puts a hand on his shoulder and smiles. “It’ll be okay Bro, these guys look like a tough bunch.”

Alt tries to breathe and nods, “just… he’s not completely human but he can still feel pain just.. less of it. I guess.” He picks at his wrist and looks down. “And if you… if you see me get …stiff just- try to get behind Bro and run.”

“Alt-“

Despite being blind, Schneep manages to look Alt directly in the eyes. "We do not abandon people when they are not themselves." His voice leaves no room for negotiation.

Alt staggers, mouth opening and closing in surprise. Bro grins and nods. “Yeah- well said, Schneep.”

"And thanks for saying we look tough," Jack adds, hurrying into the kitchen to grab that same knife he'd picked up when Alt appeared. Chase returns to the room, a handgun clasped in both hands.

"Okay, okay," he says. "If I freeze up one of you guys has to take this from me, okay?"

Alt grips his arm and looks away, then he shudders and looks around with wide eyes. He hears the sound of static. “Fuck I… I think they’re here-“

[cryptidwlw69]

First Meetings

A Motorcity Fanfic chapter one 

(Alex Narrating)

Welcome to Detroit well was Detroit until some bald bastard named Abraham Kane started building a “ utopia “ named Detroit Deluxe Kane promised the city of the future and those that oppose live down below a place named Motorcity. I was born and raised here. Thanks to Kane the people of Motorcity have had it rough, Thanks to Kane I lost my parents. I can't name one person who hasn't lost someone special thanks to either Kane bots or sickness. But I won't let that happen anymore. My friend Texas and I have been joining my grandfather's fight for the past four years.

My friend Texas and I have been joining my grandfather's fight for the past four years. It's been hard work trying to fight Kane with just three people.

Until one day I met Mike Chilton

“All right pops heading out,” Alex says to Jacob after suiting up and heading into her truck OCULUS SNR

Jacob runs after his granddaughter

“ wait where’s texas,” Jacob asks looking around

“asleep in his room you know how he is after 8:00 pm he's knocked out don't worry it won't be the first time I go alone” Alex reassures the old man

“Maybe I should- “

“ NOPE go to sleep pops don't worry when I ever NOT come back from a mission” Alex interrupts “ stop worrying I got eyes on the back of my head well actually my whole body.

Alex’s black full-body suit and mask light up with pink insignia of eyes waving around until they stare at the young girl's grandpa.

“all right, “ Jacob says disheartened “ be back soon Alex”

“ I will, love you “Alex says starting up her truck and Driving off.

Timeskip to KANE Co Pharmaceuticals

“All right let's get this over with,” Alex says tiredly she parks and changes OCULUS SNR security sensors into invisible mode

Alex Hacks into KANE Co Pharmaceutical’s security cameras and then makes her way inside a vent. Unknowing her a red-headed girl is watching her every move. After a few hours, Alex is almost ready to leave. just as she is about to grab some adalimumab. She travels to its security room

“ ok just one more thing and I'm going home,” she says trying to grab it but

SECURITY BREACH ROOM 213 SECURITY BREACH ROOM 213

“ SHITT” Alex whispers confused “ what the fuck happened” flashing lights begin to appear on her wrists meaning that KANE forces are coming for her

KANE bots quickly appear and begin shooting at her

“ MOTHER FUCKER” Alex yells after getting shot by a Kane bot on her back “ FUCK THIS” Alex then grabs the adalimumab places it into her bag and runs outside. As soon as she gets outside A pod filled with ultra elites is already waiting for her

“ DROP YOUR STOLEN ITEMS AND PUT YOUR HANDS INTO THE AIR” an ultra-elite soldier yells at her

“ HOW BOUT YOU GO FUCK YOURSELF PIG” Alex yells back getting ready to fight

As the ultra elites are about to shoot at her Alex jumps at a soldier and pinches at some nerves on his arm and sides knocking him to the ground the rest of the elites stare and look at her three others begin to run at her. Alex pulls out some needles the throws them into their necks knocking them unconscious

“ COME GET SOME “Alex states confidently throwing more needles at soldiers and picking at nerves until all but one is left

Alex charges at the last soldier but he ducks and grab her right arm placing her on the floor with her arm behind her back. The soldier attempts to remove her mask but Alex keeps struggling

“ GET OFF ME” Alex screams at the unknown soldier

“ you are hereby arrested for stealing from KANE Co Pharmaceuticals You have the right to remain silent” The unknown soldier informs her while ripping off her mask and tearing it from the rest of the suit

Lights instantly flash blinding the soldier. The soldier lets go of Alex while trying to protect his eyes from the lights. Alex swiftly gets up and tries to grab her mask and escape.

“ YOU DICK YOU KNOW HOW LONG it's GOING TO TAKE TO FIX THIS ” Alex shouts at the soldier looking at the tear on her mask

The soldier recovering from his quick loss of sight notices and throws himself at her pushing them to the ground

“ GET THE FUCK OFF ME PSYCO “ Alex yells while taking off his mask and spitting into his face  

Alexs sees a frustrated handsome square faced, brown skinned man with dark brown hair that is slightly long in the back and long enough bangs that cover his eyebrows

“ UGH GROSS IM the psycho you are still from innocent sick people “ the Soldier Retorts rubbing the spit off his face. While restraining Alex

“ NO BITCH KANE IS HE THE REASON IM DOING THIS” Alex “ THANKS TO HIM PEOPLE DIE OF SICKNESS EVERYDAY DOWN IN MOTORCITY”

“THEN THEY SHOULD LIVE HERE INSTEAD OF MOTORCITY THEY’LL LIVE BETTER LIVES HERE” the soldier shouts finally looking at Alex's face and strangely going quiet and staring at her

“ AND WORK UNTIL THEY DIE LIKE A FUCKING SLAVE FUCK YOU” Alex screeches and kicks the soldier in the balls and injects a needle into his neck. The soldier

“LATER TREESTOMPER” Alex says hysterically while running to OCULUS SNR

Alex QUICKLY seizes at the gear shift and STOMPS presses the gas and at lighting, speeds head home.

A/N this is my first time writing a fanfic so I apologize if its cringe 

[sailor-toni]

Danny Fenton Football Captain and the Obsessive Vampire

Chapter 4: The Metal Hunter

You can also read this on A03, FF.net, and Wattpad

Friday was a welcome retreat. Dash and Paulina took no time in spreading his lie all over the school. Brain started hiding ghost pictures he found off the internet in places where Danny could find them, like the boys locker room, and his locker, and in his sport’s bag, and he found one image of a smiling dog in his world history text book., He made a big show of ripping them up, before hastily throwing the scraps into the nearest trash can. Even Kwan got in on the joke, bringing a scream mask to school and chasing him around the front lawn. It was past annoying and into pissed territory, but if he kept it up, Manson would forget about him and his ghost powers. 

Walking down the stairs there was an odd thud to his right, he tried to ignore it, keeping his eyes forward but then a second thud came, and a third and at the fourth he turned his head to look behind. Less than an inch behind him was blood. Danny jumped down the stairs prepared to blast the monster, when it erupted in laughter. 

“I swear to fucking God Brian!” Danny yelled, before he chased his teammate back up the stairs.  Brian tripped over the dollar store kool-aid covered bed sheets and stumbled away. Danny quickly caught up to him and yanked the bed sheets off. Brian fell over laughing. 

“You should have seen the look on your face!” 

“And we’ll see the look on your face when I make you do lunges up and down the field tonight,” Danny threw the stupid costume on the ground. 

“Wait Cap’!” Brain begged for mercy. 

    Danny stomped away, his face burning with rage and embarrassment. Several students hid their snickering faces from him. A few gave him pity glances. Danny scowled and ran down the halls to the cafeteria. There several students were gathered around the school’s cork board. On it was a new poster. The poster was a deep red with white cursive font over a low grainy image of a ballroom. “ Amity Park Halloween Masquerade ball” it read, “All proceeds from the ticket sales will go to renovating the old Master’s mansion! . The ticket price was $15 for teenagers and adults, and $10 for children. In the lower right hand corner a sticky note has been hastily stuck on to the bottom of the poster, reading “All the money will now go to rebuilding the mansion!”   

    “Ooh! A ball! It’s just like that book I was reading,” Paulina said. Her white turtleneck hugged her body like a glove and Danny had to look away.

“The one with the werewolf or the vampire one?” Star asked. 

“The fairy one. Where the cursed prince takes the leading lady into a ball and they dance the night away.” Paulina sighed. “I wonder who will take me to the ball?”

“I’m sure any guy here would be lucky to have you,” 

“That’s true,” Paulina said, her eyes wandering towards Danny. 

Danny gulped. He would love to take her to the ball, she would look like the queen of them all there. But the butterflies in his stomach made him nervous. 

“Yo what’s this?” Dash said, walking over to read the poster. 

“It’s a charity ball for the old mansion? Is it a mansion ro a house?” Danny said. 

“Well it is technically a mansion but only by the standards of the 1800’s. By today's standards, it’s just a large Victorian house,” Star said. 

“God Star, how do you know these things?” Dash asked. 

“Well one of us has to be the bumb blond and it can’t be me.”

“Are you saying I’m dumb?”

“Well if the shoe fits!” 

“You dirty!” Dash chased the laughing Star through the lunch room until a lunch monitor scolded them. Danny rolled his eyes. 

    In the corner of the cafeteria sat Mr. Lancer at a table covered in roses. 

“Mr. Lancer what are you doing here?” Danny and Paulina walked over to their teacher. 

“Hello Mr. Fenton, I am here on behalf of the historical society selling tickets for the ball,” He said.

“Um, I don’t want to be rude but what’s with all the roses?” Paulina said. 

“Oh, well in the old times. It was a tradition for the man to buy the tickets and get a rose. He would tie the ticket to the rose and give it to his date. So, we are having a deal. Buy a rose for $20 and you get two tickets instead of paying $30 for two tickets.”

“Ooooh! Well I think Star is calling me, bye!” Paulina winked at Danny before running off.

“Hey don’t run- ah they never listen,” Mr. Lancer slumped down in his chair. 

“Uh Mr. Lancer?” Danny asked.”Can I buy a rose?”

“Oh well of course Mr. Fenton, here this one looks the freshest.” 

“Thank you Mr. Lancer.” 

“Yes, well have a good day now, and good luck with the ladies. ”

“Uh yeah, thank you again… bye!” Danny hid the rose in his letterman jacket before grabbing his lunch. By the time he got to the table the whole gang was caught up in an argument over who was the dumb blonde/blond. Sensing the tone he kept the rose in his jacket, promising to ask out someone later. 

. . . 

    After the bell rang Danny found himself at football practice running drills up and down the field. His team was practicing defense maneuvers after the last game where they let some runners sneak through their lines. The whole team was covered in sweat as they went over the drill over and over again. Brian was on the sidelines doing his lunges up and down the field. His face beat red from the stretch pulling at the muscles on his legs. 

    Danny finally relieved him after the second lap. Brain thanked him for his mercy before he was thrown into the rest of practice. At the end everyone ran to the locker rooms to shower. Danny stayed behind to clean up the field and as he made his way to the locker room he saw a man dressed in a dollar store clown costume watching him from the tree line. 

“Ah ha. Very funny Brian,” Danny said. 

“Brian?” Brain said through the cheap plastic mask. 

“Yeah, very funny. Now take that stupid suit off and get back to practice. You’ll be lucky if the coach only makes you run five laps for being late.” 

“I’m not Brian,” Said not Brian, pulling out a saw off shotgun and taking a few steps forward. 

“Woah, Brain what the fuck-” 

“I said. I’m. Not. Brian. My name is Skulker, the best ghost hunter in all of the Ghost Zone.” He loaded two gold shells into the barrels, before clicking it back and aimed it at Danny’s chest. “And today Amity Park’s resident good ghost is my prey.”

“I’m not the Ghost Boy!” 

“I’m not the Goth Chick, I know a ghost when I see one.” 

BANG!

The shattershot flew through Danny’s body like rocks traveling through jello. If he hadn’t gone intangible at that moment- the thought sent shivers down his spine. 

“See, a human would’ve been killed by that blast,” Skulker said. 

Danny  ran his hands over his body to check for any wounds, and when he found none. He ran. His feet carried him into the woods. Branches and leaves scratched and picked at his skin. The football field behind him disappeared from view as he traveled further into the forest depths. The Masked Man was hot behind him, his loud stomping echoed behind him as a drumbeat. Following him wherever he went. 

He let the neon green pool in his hands before he sent it behind him in small vibrant bolts. He followed each one with three more but none of the bolts were followed up with the sound of impact. He rushed forward and landed in a small clearing hidden by the thick canopy of the trees above. He turned around and began to blast behind him, lighting up the area in neon green lights. But when the smoke cleared, there was nothing there. Even the birds and wildlife had left, leaving Danny alone with it. 

The sound of stomping bounced around him, it came from everywhere at once but at no solid point could the sound's origin be found. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of color. Behind him the sound came to a quiet stop as the masked man came from the opposite end of the clearing. Most of the costume had been torn away by the underbrush revealing black combat boots, and cameo clothing under the scraps. Neon green and teal flames mixed together as a line of flames reputed from his head, melting the mask off his metal skull shaped face. He tore the rest of the costume off showing that his entire large body was made of metal. Two holes emerged from his shiny arms and two guns rose out of them. Danny moved to run when a bullet flew past his foot, hitting the ground and leaving a small hole. 

Trapped Danny decided to fight. Two white rings expanded from the center of his body. Each ring moved in opposition to each other, till they had transformed his whole body, covering it in a pale white light. When the light dispersed Danny’s pitch black hair had turned snow white and his baby blue eyes were now a neon green. His football uniform had been replaced with a baggy black hazmat suit with white gloves and boots. The plastic helmet was missing from the suit leaving his head exposed. Gripping his large gloves, Danny shifted his body to prepare for impact, raising his arms in defense. 

Danny and Skulker glared at each other, letting the wind die around them. Soon the shadows of the trees and the silence became too much. Bullets began to fly at him, the green darts flew past him and through his body. Danny jumped up and flew into the trees, twisting his body to avoid the bullets flying around. The blue bullets would burn as they flew through him, and the green ones would refuse to go through him at all. Ignoring his intangibility and leaving welts in their wake. He changed direction again and again but he could not lose Skulker. 

Snap! A glowing net flew up catching his leg and tossing Danny high above the tree line and back down into a tree. The net cut off his ability to become intangible leaving him exposed as the blue bullets tried to burn him through the hazmat suit.  Danny twisted and pulled at the netting the rope connecting it to the tree ripped letting the teen fall. Throwing his hands before him he begged to stop falling, closing his eyes as the wind increased around him. Then stopped. Looking up Skulker had him by the ankle and was holding him a few inches above the rocks.  

“Uh Thanks?” Danny mumbled. 

“You don’t want to thank me,” Skulker said. He lifted his arm and threw Danny against a nearby tree like a child does to a doll they dislike. The air was smacked out of his body, his lungs begging for air as he was thrown upon the tree a second time. Skulker raised his arm for a third time, and Danny thrusted his arm towards him and blasted his eye with a sharp neon green bolt. Skulker dropped him, wiping the burn off his glass eyes. 

    Danny grabbed his stomach and took several deep breaths. Anger built up inside him till neon green overtook his vision. Skulker grunted in pain as he was sent back through a tree. Danny rolled out of the way of the falling tree. The tree created a solid line between them. 

“How did I do that?” Danny whispered. Skulker slowly rose from the mud, a new hold burned into his chest. Red lights blinded behind his eyes adding blink piles to his green glass eyes. 

“You are going to pay for that Pup,” Skulker cursed. He thrusted his arm forward, but the gun had been crushed during impact, leaving twisted metal clogged in the hole. When he tried to get it to go back into his arm the busted up gun got stuck and made a grinding metal on metal nose as it got further stuck. Danny jumped from the ground and flew away. He heard Skulker yell after him “Hey get back here!” as he left the forest.

Danny flew through the other side, landing against the asphalt. Blood pooled on his face as the road rash stung his cheek. Danny tried to jump and fly but his body landed with a thud.  The net around his leg was hugging him tighter than before. He grabbed the net and tugged at it, pulling at the threads. But the more he pulled the tighter the net became. He could feel his powers slowly draining from him. 

A crash came from the forest, accompanied by the sound of a chainsaw. Skulker’s broken arm had been removed and replaced with a glowing green chainsaw, while the other gun still worked.  

“Seriously? Did you steal that from Ash?” Danny yelled. 

“Again with this? I am not any human you know. I am Skulker.” 

“No from the movies? Ash vs- never mind,” Danny sighed. 

Once more the green bullets began to fly, and Danny was forced to run through the street, knocking over nearby pedestrians. The white in his hair was beginning to face back to it’s dark black with skunk like streaks appearing in his hair. A bullet zizzed by his ear, and Danny made a sharp turn into an alleyway knocking over someone. 

“I’m sorry!” 

“Hey man, watch where you're going!” Tucker said. 

“Wait Tuck look!” Sam said, pointing at Danny. 

“What! Oh you're the Ghost boy? What’s with the hair? Are you going through a scene phase or something?”” Tucker said. 

“Are you wearing contacts?” Sam said.

“What?” Danny pulled himself up, glancing over the corner to try and find Skulker. 

“Your eyes. One is green and the other is blue.” Sam said. Danny mentally cursed himself. His eyes changing like that only meant one thing. He was going to lose all of his powers soon. 

“Ah, you know what! I don’t have time for this. Eat your veggies and stay in school kids!” Danny pushed his way through the two. He ran towards the Nasty Burger. The cheap 50’s theme restaurant was packed with high school students. Another bullet flew past his arm, tearing at the hazmat suit. He ducked behind the nearest dumpster, using the old metal as a shield. More bullets flew off the metal before it stopped. 

    The students began screaming and running from the fast food joint as more bullets went flying around them, bouncing off the dumpster. Danny closed his eyes and tried to think of a way out. How could he get Skulker away from here without- someone ran to the dumpster hiding with him. Danny quickly turned with a green bolt ready to strike the hunter. 

“Wait! Wait! Wait! Don’t shoot!” Kwan shouted. 

“Kwan? What are you doing here?” Danny lowered his hand. 

“How do you know my name?”

“I uh-AUGH!” The net shocked his leg and the white rings returned, sending Danny back to his football uniform. 

“DANNY? DANNY FENTON!?” Kwan yelled. 

“Kwan stop yelling!” 

“What is going on?!” “I’ll tell you when you stop yelling!” 

“Okay,” Kwan whispered. 

“So you are not going to believe this. But I’m the ghost boy and -”

“Sam Manson was right?! Oh my god! If she's right about this, what else was she right about?” 

“KWAN!” 

“Sorry.”

“Look! I got into an accident in my parents lab and now I’m half ghost, and there is a ghost hunter trying to kill me.”

“Why?” 

“I don’t fucking know Kwan!”

“Wow. That sounds very serious, man,” Another spray of bullets came from the side, as Skulker made his way towards them. “Oh shit is that him?” 

“Yeah-”

“How did you piss off the Terminator?” Kwan said, gawking at Skulker. Danny smacked his forehead and dragged his hand down his face.

“Kwan. We are going to die.” 

“But it’s football season! We can’t die! The coach will kill us!” 

“Then help me! We need to get this net off my leg.” 

“Wait I got a swiss army knife,” Kwan pulled out his tiny five inch swiss army knife blade and began to dig into the net wire. It was slow progress slicing through the cord. Danny dug through the dumpster and grabbed a bag of mystery meat and threw it at Skulker, covering his head in the rotten meat juices. Skulker shook his head, before a squeegee extended from his shoulder and whipped the juice off of his eyes. 

“Any progress?” Danny asked. 

“I got some of it done!” A few strands were now loose but there was still a handful of rope to cut. 

    A chainsaw came down on the dumpster dividing them. The glowing blade easily sliced through the metal and trash. Danny and Kwan screamed. The dumpster split into two clean pieces, letting Skulker step through the trash to get them. 

“Any last word Pup?” Skulker said. 

“Take the swiss!” Kwan yelled as he threw the swiss army knife at Skulker. The kit bounced off the metal and fell to the ground. Skulker stomped on the swiss army knife kit, flattening it into a puddle. 

“Was that supposed to do something?” Skulker said. 

“Uh maybe?” Kwan shrugged. 

“Now you can join your friend here human,” Skulker raised his chainsaw and brought down upon them. Kwan grabbed a nearby scrap of metal and braced it against the chain saw. The blade slowly made its way to his face. Danny bounced up and bought his leg down near the chainsaw. The spinning blades made short work of the rest of the net. The white rings returned and Danny was back to glowing a place white light with his green vibrant eyes and white hair.  

“No!” Skulker yelled. Danny let his anger well up inside of him again and used his eyes to blast Skulker into the road. Hios metal body bangged off the asphalt when a semi-truck slammed into him. Dragging the metal against the ground, letting out an ear piercing noise. 

“Oh shit!” Kwan said, grabbing his head, laughing at the disaster. 

“Kwan we need to go.” Danny pulled at his friend's arm. 

“What? Why?” 

“I don’t think he's dead and the cops will be here soon.”

“Oh yeah. Hey wait, you can fly right?” 

“Yeah?”

“Can you fly the both of us out of here?”

Danny sighed. “I can try.”

“Awesome! I know just the place we can hide out at!” 

[kyloxox]

Let's Play A Game (Edward Nashton/The Riddler x Reader)

Summary: you were kidnapped by riddler. scared he will hurt you, you think you’re safest bet is to comply to him and his confines. but he finds it boring.

Warnings: NSFW, non-con, elements of stockholm syndrome, oral sex, blowjobs, ed is low-key a virgin, rough sex, hair pulling, slapping, spanking. 

“Why do you just lay there all day. Every day.” You at him horrified at the tone of his voice.

“What you want me to try and escape so you can kill my family.” You snap back. His face turned from a blank expression to a smile happy at your outburst. 

“I want you to be more entertaining. Do something. Fight back. If not, maybe I will kill your family and you.” You look down at the floor. 

“Let’s play a little game kitten.” He crouches down to the height of where you are on the mattress on the floor. “I am going to leave the pretty door open. You are going to leave and then I am going to chase you. When I find you, I’m going to punish you for running away.”

“That’s stupid why would I get punished for running away when you’re asking me to run away. I’m staying here.” You cross your arms over your chest and move your head away from him. 

“THAT’LL RUIN MY GAME.” He screams in your face. You scrunch up your face. “If you don’t want me to kill you or anyone you claim to love then play my game.” He grits into your ear. 

“Yes sir.” You say on the verge of tears. He chuckles. He just puts on his mask and stands up. 

“Good kitten.” He stalks out of the room. You notice that there is not a click of him locking it when he leaves. You stay still for a moment waiting for him to make a decent distance from you. He really did leave the door unlocked and you really could escape. You knew exactly where to go.

You run out the door and up many stairs. Then you reach outside in an alley. You look around and see him no where around. You run a few blocks until you are on a main street. You read the signs and head to the police station. Jame Gordon was the man you needed to save you. You knew this was risky to even head towards the station, you should have run the opposite way. Towards the bridge. Get a taxi and run free. You debate the options in your head. You start running towards the station. 

The adrenaline you’re feeling makes you feel like Batman. You feel like a hero. You’re gonna help the police catch this man. The riddler, who's killed dozens. Then you think about him. Sick, twisted, sad. He is very sad to you. Living alone in a city like Gotham probably sucks. Maybe he just wanted someone to keep him company- 

Fuck what are you thinking? He was your captor. He was holding you hostage. He doesn’t deserve sympathy.

You reach it in quickly 20 minutes. You’re standing on the stairs that ascend to it. Right when your foot hits the first step. A hand wraps around your mouth and a tight grip on your hands.

“Caught you.” You wanna scream against his grasp. You don’t not at first. You wanted to cry. You were so stupid. You should have ran out of the city, but who were you kidding he would have found you either way. He releases your mouth. He know you won't scream. This gives you a chance to turn your head to see his face. He isn’t wearing the mask or his normal green outfit. Of course he changed he can’t be walking around in broad day like looking like that.

But now seeing his face, you’re perceiving him differently. He’s a real man. With a real face, real features, real hair. If you weren’t scared shitless you would say he’s attractive. He has a soft face with soft features. Brown hair and brown eyes. Small lips that are curled into a smirk. He knows you’re staring. Mesmerizing his features. Enjoying the face that’s before you. You start to shake your head before you turn your face forward again. He pulls your body along with his as he walks you back to his apartment. When you reach his apartment, you realize he rearranged things. There is an actual bed, with a bed frame. Not just a mattress on the floor. 

“Cleaned up for me?” You say with a smirk. He doesn’t say anything as he pushed you into the center and locks the door. “What’s my punishment? You gonna cut off my toes? Shave my head? Sell me?” He looks over at you with a soft smile. It sends shivers down your spin. How can this insane man have such a soft and cute smile. 

“I think you’ll enjoy the punishment. Whether you want to or not.” You blink your eyes at his once again soft voice. Instantly you knew what he wanted.

“Please no. I-I-I-can’t-” He doesn't listen to you. 

“Get on the bed.” He says in a darker tone. You comply and reluctantly get on the bed. You lay down staring up at the ceiling. Soon your vision is blocked by his face. He moves your face into yours and captures your lips into his. You don’t kiss back. You can’t your face feels numb. He moves his hand up the caress your face. The feeling of his skin on yours goes straight to your core, even though you tried your hardest to ignore the feeling. Out of nowhere the hand caressing your cheek softly is lifted and swatted back at your cheek. It stung but it was another feeling that went to your panties.

“Kiss me back.” He grits against your lips. You comply and begin to kiss him back. He’s a bad kisser. You imagine that he’s probably kissed very few people in his life. He can’t quite reach your lips in the right place for you both to be connected. You suppose that’s a good thing. It can’t make you even more horny than you are right now. You feel his boner against your leg. It feels heavy and thick but you can’t tell fully.

His hands move down your body. Caressing your soft skin. You don’t want it to have an effect on you but it does. Your body trembles and he laughs at the sudden shake of it. 

“So sensitive. So helpless.” He chuckles. He moves his hand toward the thin shirt he had given you, he brushes your already hard nipples against his cold finger tips. He lifts your shirt and grins widely at the sight. He leans in and begins to suck on one of your nipples while, like caresses the other one, playing with it lightly. 

You can tell he’s bucking his hips into the bed but out of nowhere he freezes all movements. He pulls back from your breasts and the look on his face is something you’ve never seen before. He looks mortified and embarrassed. You look back at him confused as well. You then feel like wetness of his boxers cling to your leg and you register what just happened. You let out a chuckle as you realize your captor, the great riddler came to sucking on your tits and the friction of his rickety bed.

“Did you just come in your boxers?” You say almost too happy about this moment, it has to bruise his ego. His embarrassment quickly turns into anger as his hand quickly grabs your neck and squishes it. The happiness in your body is being slowly squeezed out of you. He flips you over his lap. He starts spanking you at a quick pace. 

“Shut up whore. You don’t get to speak.” He continues his harsh and feral slaps to your ass. You moan out. It hurts. They’re hard and loud against your sensitive skin. He roughly pushes you off of him and you fall to the group with a yelp. He stands over you with a menacing shadow. “Get on your knees.” He grits out. You know not to ignore his requests right now. Immediately you’re on your knees. He pulls out his dick. You can talk all the shit you want but he was a nice dick. It's long and thick, with veins all around his base. 

He doesn’t say anything he just grabs your hair and guides your face onto his dick. You welcome him in your mouth with a moan but he quickly picks up the pace. He shoves it down your throat and you begin to choke around him. He doesn’t let up though, it only encourages him to go faster and deeper. Soon he keeps a brisk pace as he face fucks you. Tears start to stream down your face and your nose gets stuffy. He can tell you are struggling and he fucking loves it. 

“This is what happens to whores who disobey their masters.” You want to roll your eyes. “Does it hurt?” He grips your hair harder and you wanna cry harder but you can’t with his cock taking away the rest of your senses. He finally gives you a break and removes your mouth from his cock. You look up at him. He looks satisfied with his work, it makes you want to vomit, knowing that you’re satisfying him. 

“Take off your pants and get back on the bed.” His voice haunts your visions. Like you’re brainwashed you get up, take off your pants and panties and get on the bed. You then lay down. He crawls on top of you and begins to skim his fingers through your folds. 

“So wet kitten. For me?” You don’t say anything. His fingers feel too good and you don’t want to give in. “Ow now she wants to be quiet. Let’s see if she can be quiet with my cock inside of her.” He puzzles as he slowly pushes himself into you. You grit your teeth to try and stop yourself from making a sound.

The face Edward makes is another moment of weakness for him. He looks like he’s in so much bliss, like he’s never felt the feeling of a hot wet cunt around him. You huff in amusement and he notices. He grits his teeth and starts picking up his pace of his thrusts. “Stop doing that. Making fun of me.” He grits and moves his hand back to your throat to squeeze it. You nod as the pressure starts to hurt more than be pleasurable.

“Yes sir.”

“Oh would you look at that you’re learning. Good kitten.” Your cunt pulses around him at the nickname. He lets out a deep, breathy moan. You're climbing closer to release than you thought you would with him. But with his thickness and brutal thrusts you feel yourself clam up. 

“Tight fucking pussy. Tight fucking pussy just made for me. I knew from the moment I saw you, you were made for me. Whoever is the higher power put you on this earth for me and I needed to claim you. And now you're all mine.” His words disgust you and bring you closer to orgasm more than you would like. 

“You wanted me that bad?” You ask out of impulses. Fuck you sound so pathetic. Were you really that desperate for someone to want you, you’d like it from your captor. God you were loosing your mind in this place.

“Wanted you so bad. For so long.” His thrusts and words finally cause you to come undone. Your cunt spasms around him and you wave out your orgasm. “Shit. Fuck. That’s right come like a slut on your M-master.” As you ride out our high, he keeps thrusting which hurts your cunt. “Say your sorry for running away.” He grits in your ear.

“I’m sorry.” You squeak out.

You can tell he’s close. His eyes are glued shut, his thrusts are more sloppy. “I'm gonna come.” You nod at his request and he comes inside you. You feel him fill you up with the sticky substance. He pulls out of your abused pussy slowly. He collapses next to you, worn out. You also just lay there, breathing heavily. 

You turn on your side, ashamed of yourself. His come is dripping out of you onto the sheets. You could easily run out the door, he’s tired, basically falling asleep but you don’t. You let him come up from behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. And then you also close your eyes, falling asleep in his arms.

[psychedelic-ink]

I’m so excited for your Drabble weekend!! I can’t wait to read all the lovely works you’re going to write 🥺🥺 Here’s my participation to this amazing weekend. Could you do something with the prompt “you didn’t just break promises, you broke me.” With tasm!Peter (or any Peter if you prefer, I won’t mind!) go ahead you can break my heart into millions pieces. Thank you ily you’re the best 💛💛💛

this ended up being to sad and for that i'm sorry 😭😭😭

still feel.

pairing: tasm!peter parker x gn!reader

word count: 747

warnings: angst, no comfort, established relationship

“You didn’t just break promises, Peter. You broke me,” 

Your voice trembles as you speak. Chest heaving uncontrollably as you try to stabilize your breathing. Your apartment was completely engulfed in darkness, only a small lamp illuminating the small space that was your bedroom. Peter stood right in front of the window, without a mask but still in his Spider-man outfit as the light gave the frame of his body a soft glow. You thickly swallow around the knot that had formed in your throat. Every time he came by, it was for you to patch him up. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes and you look up to the ceiling, blinking rapidly as you let out a stuttered breath. 

The floor creaks under his feet as Peter comes closer, shifting your gaze back, you quickly take a step back. You fear that if he gets too close you will completely break down, forgiving him in an instant. You have no desire to forgive him. What you said was true, you were completely broken, stitching him up night after night, the wounds only growing in size and becoming more deadly. You can’t take it anymore. 

“I-I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I didn’t…It’s not like I want to get hurt,” 

A sudden force of anger awakens inside you, nostrils flaring, you bear down on him. Peter’s lips for a thin line but he doesn’t budge, standing still as you stop an inch away from him. Gritting your teeth, you point at him, fingers shaking as you do so. 

“Don’t. You. Dare.” you hiss. “Don’t you dare give me that bullshit, Peter. Your little trickeries and happy mask might work on your friends but not me. I know how fucking self destructive you are, don’t you ever mock my intelligence like that.” 

“I’m not mocking your intelligence,” he replies, voice barely audible. “I’m being as careful as I can, sometimes things get a tad bit out of control,” 

“Then ask for help!” you scream, the tears you so desperately tried to keep back finally sliding down your cheeks. “Then retreat, gather your strength and try again! You don’t need to fight until you’re on the verge of death!” 

Peter finally snaps, his brows furrowed as he grabs your wrist. He squeezes painfully tight, his knuckles white.

“If I don’t fight then people die!” he snaps back. “Why is it so hard for you to understand that? You can’t expect me to be your “Sweetheart Peter” twenty-four seven. You know who I am and what I have to do, stop making me promise things that you know I can’t keep!” 

He lets go of your wrist and you pull your hand close to your chest, taking a step back as you avert your eyes. Your breath hitches as his words sink in, as painful as that might be Peter was right. Sloppily, you wipe your tears away with the back of your hand, nose running while you bite the inside of your cheek. 

“You should go,” you whisper, heart shattering. “Just go Peter, please,” 

“I…” you hear the tremble in his voice, his need to make this better but he can’t. “I don’t want to go. Let’s just talk–” 

“Talk about what?” you reply, letting out a puff of air from your nose. “You’re right. I shouldn’t force you to make promises, it doesn’t work like that. But I can’t…It’s too painful, I can’t keep seeing you like this. I don’t want to see you getting hurt over and over again. It’s too painful, I’m sorry.” 

“But…but I love you,” he raises his voice. Quickly closing the distance, he cups your cheeks and forces your gaze upon him. He’s crying. “That needs to mean something right? I don’t want to let you go– I don’t want this to be over,” 

“Then how come it is?” you sob, tears sliding from your cheeks and onto his hands. “I love you too but I can’t keep doing this anymore– It hurts too much, please…just go,” 

Without uttering a word Peter presses his lips against yours, the kiss more salty than sweet, a goodbye. You can feel your heart beating in your throat and when he pulls back you keep your eyes closed. You keep them closed until you hear the window shutting, only then you gather the courage to open them back. The room is empty, no trace of Peter or Spider-man left. 

You cry into your pillows until the sun rises again.