#kickboxer from hell

[foodbucketjesus]

.: Kickboxer from Hell (1990) 📼

[yanderedrabbles]

Misery - Part Two

Based on Misery by Stephen King

Stuck in the mountains, you foolishly decide to drive through a blizzard. The man that drags you from your wrecked car brings you to his cabin and patches you up. But as the snow piles up outside, you start to suspect that your rescuer's intentions may be far from pure.

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The thing that brought you straight from unconsciousness and howling into the world of the living was your shoulder. In the bleary haze after you crashed, you were hurting in so many places that you couldn't have focused on an individual ache even if you tried.

It wasn't until the stranger popped your arm back into place that you realised it was dislocated at all.

You woke up with your shoulder and upper back a sharp, aching mess. You also woke up screaming.

"Easy, easy there ma'am. Hush now, you can take it."

The stranger's thick drawl was right next to your ear and you turned your head to find his hands on your upper arm.

You groaned. "I'm suffering enough without being insulted."

You tried to sit up and a host of new pains made themselves very known. You slumped back with a small gasp.

"I may look rough, but I am nowhere near old enough to be a ma'am, thank you very much."

To your surprise, he laughed. And if you weren't becoming intimately aware of your pain tolerance, you would have realised what a nice laugh he had.

"Hell, if you're this lively after I gave you morphine, I'm terrified to find you sober."

The man next to you was slowly taking shape out of the halos of light that streaked your vision. Grey eyes, that was the first thing you noticed. A kind of gunmetal grey that you would have found frightening if he hadn't been smiling.

"Oh, I've never had morphine before."

If you were hurting this much after getting doped up on pain meds, a part of you was terrified about them wearing off. A smaller part of you worried terribly about how much he'd given you. The rest of you however, was succumbing to the deep sleep that banged up bodies seem to demand.

Dimly you realised the stranger had stood up and was about to walk away. You thought of your car in the snow and your body hunched over the steering wheel, blood dripping little by little onto the floorboards.

Your hand shot out with a speed you didn't think yourself capable of and grabbed his wrist. The stranger stilled and looked down at you. Tall, that was the second thing you noticed.

"Please don't leave me."

You were falling asleep against your will and your voice was cracked with pain.

He wavered and then slowly sat down in the chair next to your bed.

"Alright then, I'll be right here. So you go on back to sleep."

Kind, that was the third thing you noticed about him.

As you fell asleep, your fingers stayed wrapped around his wrist. In that isolated cabin, with the wind driving snow down the chimney and rattling the hastily put up winter shutters, former USMC Corporal Andrew Wilkes smiled for the first time in six months.

......

Waking up the second time was much slower and a whole lot less painful.

You opened your eyes to the watery light of early morning. A thousand different aches called for your attention. To start with, your left leg was a throbbing mass of low grade suffering. Everything below the knee felt stiff and bruised. No, sharper than just bruising. You would have to take a look for yourself later.

Your ribs felt tender, like you'd gone head to head with a kickboxer who harboured a very personal grudge.

Your shoulder however, was a thousand times better than last night.

You sat up slowly, the sheets rustling quietly. Your mind felt slow and groggy - it must have been the after effects of the morphine. You heard a quiet groan and froze.

The stranger was asleep on the armchair next to you, his upper body resting on the bed. You still had your hand clasped loosely around his wrist but at some point in the night he'd shifted and now his other hand was draped over yours.

His hands were nicked with a collection of little scars and his palms felt calloused with work, but they were warm and you found yourself comforted by that.

He was handsome too, with thick blond hair and a five o'clock shadow on his jaw. A raised scar carved a crescent on his cheekbone and without realising it, you reached out to touch it.

Your fingers must have been warm because he smiled just a little before he opened his eyes.

"Mornin' ma'am."

Was his voice always so deep or was it just sleep? You pulled your fingers away from his face with a jerk.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you."

He sat up slowly, rubbing his jaw with his free hand. You noticed he was wearing a courdroy jacket lined with sheepskin. For some reason, you thought it suited him perfectly.

"Ain't a bother. Besides, I'd be a damn shitty medic if I slept longer than my patient."

There was a faint clinking sound and you realised he was wearing a pair of dog tags on a chain around his neck.

"I'm Andy, by the way. Andy Wilkes."

You smiled. It felt strange to just now be learning his name, after you'd spent all night clutching onto his wrist.

"Y/N."

You cleared your throat, suddenly awkward despite your drowsiness.

"Thank you, for saving me. I would have died in the snow if you hadn't rescued me."

You looked into his eyes and then quickly away. Something about that gunmetal gray made you shiver.

"I owe you my life."

He was thoughtful for a moment.

"It was pure fate that I even saw your car way down in the trees. And good luck that I know enough first aid to fix you up."

He shrugged. "It ain't me you should be thanking."

"Still, others might not have stopped for a stranger."

He raised a brow and glanced down at the hand you still had clasped around his wrist. "How about you let me go and we call it even?"

Were you blushing? It sure felt like it, with the way your cheeks suddenly tingled. You let go like he was made of lava.

"Right. Um...Sorry about that."

He shot you a small smile. "Don't be. It was...nice."

He stood up and your half unconscious observation had been right - he really was tall. He was wearing Levi's and a pair of cowboy boots. There was a dark stain down his left leg and with a start you realised it was your blood. He hadn't even changed since bringing you here.

"You were banged up pretty bad. You should have some breakfast and then I can give you more pain medication."

You nodded eagerly. Your pain had faded a little when you spoke to him but it still throbbed throughout your body.

"And uhh..." He looked away from you and rubbed at his jaw. "I'll give you some clothes to change into."

He brought you a flannel shirt and a pair of sweatpants you felt sure to drown in. He set them on your nightstand and dragged open his first aid kit.

You raised a brow at the size of the thing. In addition to the regular bandages and disinfectant, he carried hypodermic needles, sutures and a whole host of injectable ampules. Is this how he had access to morphine?

"I used to be a medic, back when I was in the Marines." He smiled at you properly for the first time. "You're in good hands, I promise."

He put his fingers under your jaw and tilted your face towards him. You flinched as peeled back the gauze above your eyebrow.

"Let's get a good look at you - how are you feeling?"

You tried to smile and couldn't find the energy.

"It hurts."

"I'd be surprised if it didn't. This cut up here was pretty bad. You were bleedin' like crazy."

He dipped a cloth into a murky white antibacterial liquid and dabbed gently at the cut. He was close enough that you could see the pulse that beat in his neck.

"I've given you a few stitches up here. They seem to be holding fine."

"Stitches? Do you think it'll scar?"

He paused. "Maybe. But you're pretty enough that a little scar ain't gonna make a difference."

Okay, this time you were definitely blushing.

He bandaged you up again and his hands trailed down to your shoulders. From the look of him, you'd expect him to have a heavy touch, but he was careful and gentle.

"Shrug, maybe move around a bit."

You managed it, despite some stiffness.

"Good. We'll need to focus on working your shoulder a little everyday. Keep you limber as the swelling goes down."

"Yes, sir."

He tensed up for just a second before he continued.

"Any bruising or cuts you think I might have missed?"

"My ribs are hurting something awful."

"Lay down."

Good god, was he a natural at giving commands. You found yourself on your back without really realizing you moved. He lifted your shirt up and you flinched at the feeling of his hands on the soft skin of your belly.

"Take a deep breath for me."

You managed it without too much of a struggle.

"Good. Looks like it's just some bruising."

You noticed the lace of your bra peaking out from under your shirt at about the same time he did. He pulled his palm away from your waist like you scalded him and yanked down your shirt with none of the clinical professionalism with which be raised it.

He cleared his throat. "It's your leg I'm worried about."

He turned away from you to bend over your right foot, but not before you caught the redness creeping across his cheeks.

Your jeans were cut open to the knee and your ankle was a bulging monstrosity wrapped in layers and layers of bandages. He kept one hand wrapped around your calf as he worked and when you flinched away, he just tightened his grip and continued.

"It looks like a very nasty sprain. Grade 2 at least. Might take a few months to heal totally. For now though, you absolutely cannot walk on it."

He looked up at you as though to emphasise his point. "Any activity for the next few weeks will just set your healing back. Not to mention hurt like a bitch."

He sounded so mean when he swore that you dropped your eyes.

He straightened up. "From the look of things, I reckon you've bruised some of the bones in your calf too. So just keep off this leg."

"Ummm." You felt stupidly bashful with his hand still on your leg. "How am I supposed to move around?"

"Hmm. I might have an old crutch lying around here somewhere. If not, I'll just have to carry you."

He said it so damn casually, as if picking you up was the easiest thing in the world. You remembered how easily he got you out of your car and realised that to him, carrying you was just as easy as hauling wood or slinging a ruck on a march. Hell, easier maybe.

You were just a little afraid of his strength.

He nodded to the clothes he left beside you. "You try and change and I'll go and get your breakfast ready."

It was only after he'd closed the door behind him that you realised - he hadn't said anything about taking you to a hospital.

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[kxsagi]

Hellooo !! I am a newbie around your blog but i loved your writings so i wanted to ask for sth myself aswell. If youre uncomfy with the scenario or dont have time , you can skip this...🩵

Can i ask for a Shidou fic where the reader is a ring fighter ? We know how he tends to get violent and for the scenario , sth happens and he gets physical as always but he is in the wrong. So the reader -his gf- stops the fight and *kindly* beats him up for being too problematic when he is the one at fault. Thats how he learns about her being a fighter and then he is like "that was hot 🥵"

(I def imagine him having the exact same reaction if he ever happens to have a gf who fights well lol)

“𝐰𝐚𝐡𝐡𝐡 ��𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧)”

a/n: FIRST PART OF THE TITLE IS A JOKE

also the header image is from a kdrama called "my name" REWATCHED IT TWICE CUZ THE FEMALE MC ATE SO HARD (HAN SO HEE ILY)

you knew dating shidou ryusei came with side effects. 

like the fact that you could never take him anywhere without him turning it into a wrestling match with someone who looked at him wrong. or the fact that the phrase “it wasn’t that deep” didn’t exist in his vocabulary. or how the last time you brought him to a kickboxing gym, he tried to suplex a guy because “he was breathing with attitude.” 

but this time? he really crossed the line. 

some guy had bumped into him at a food stall. didn’t even spill anything. apologized and everything. but shidou? nah. your lovely, slightly rabid boyfriend decided that was personal disrespect and squared up like it was a street fighter arcade. 

“RYUSEI!” you screamed across the crowd, pushing your way through the chaos. by the time you reached him, he had already yanked the poor dude by the collar, eyes glowing like he was auditioning for a villain role. 

“say sorry like you mean it, punk,” he growled. 

“he already did, dumbass!” you got between them, hands firm on his chest. “let go.” 

“nah babe, i’m teaching him a lesson. no one disrespects me and walks –” 

and that’s when you did it. 

a quick hook to his jaw. not too hard, just enough to snap his head to the side and drop his grip. the entire crowd gasped. shidou stumbled back, eyes wide and a slow, amused smile crawling up his face. 

“… what the hell was that?” he asked, sounding a little too delighted. 

you cracked your neck. rolled your shoulders. stepped into stance like the ring had materialized right under your feet. 

“you wanna act like a rabid animal?” you said calmly. “cool. then i’ll put you down like one.” 

he lunged, instinctively, more playful than serious, but you side-stepped, grabbed his wrist, and spun him around in a clean takedown. his back hit the pavement. hard. 

“oh fuck –” he wheezed. 

you sat on his chest, pinning him with one hand and brushing your hair back with the other. people had started recording. some were cheering. the guy he was about to punch earlier just slowly backed away into the crowd, like nope, not my circus anymore. 

“ryusei,” you said sweetly. “you done?” 

he blinked up at you. his lip was bleeding a little. there was actual sparkle in his eyes. 

“… you’re a fighter,” he whispered, stunned. 

“no shit,” you muttered. 

“you fought me.” 

“because you were being stupid.” 

“… and you won.” 

you stared at him. “are you… are you turned on right now?” 

he grinned, eyes still dazed. “babe, that was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen in my life.” 

you sighed, finally letting him go. “you’re insufferable.” 

he sat up, laughing, wiping blood from his lip like it was a souvenir. “i think i just fell in love again.” 

“you’re such a menace.” 

“no, but seriously, why didn’t you tell me you could do that?” he asked, jogging after you like a puppy as you walked away from the scene. “you took me down like it was nothing, that was so badass. do you do flips too? do you have a cool fight name? wait, do you do like, underground matches where there’s a bell and everything?” 

“ryusei –” 

“please tell me you’ll chokehold me again sometime.” 

you stopped walking. turned slowly. and in the most threateningly gentle voice possible, you whispered: 

“only if you start another fight in public again.” 

he raised both hands. “say less.” 

and that was the day shidou ryusei learned three things: 

your left hook is a warning. 

your takedown is a promise. 

he’s definitely into girls who can kick his ass. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[wandascrush]

Welcome to the world

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pain, birth, crying, water breaking

Cold sweat lined your forehead when you opened your eyes, adjusting to the darkness in the room. You flung your sheets off the bed and sat up, immediately holding your tender belly. You felt nauseous, cramped up, and sweaty- the worst combo. Immediately, you waddled over to the restroom, splashing cold water on your face and taking shallow breaths in and out. Phew- you were calming down, everything was okay. Just the normal symptoms when your 38 weeks, nothing new.

You hoped the warm light pouring into the bedroom wouldn’t wake up your exhausted wife that only got four hours of sleep the night before, tending to your early morning sickness. You felt bad but hey, you were equal, it’s not like you got any sleep either with this little one growing inside you. You finished drying your face off with a towel and drinking some water through the sink when you decide to head back to bed and try to get more rest, it was probably just some Braxton hicks pains. That is until you felt a gush of water down your legs, your water broke

“Nat-,” she didn’t even stir. You gripped the side of the door frame, hands turning red as you groaned out in pain, “Natty!”

Two hours later you were in a delivery room, damp with sweat and a worried, but excited, wife holding your hand. The hospital lights flooded your vision as nurses and doctors came in and out, checking your dilation. 

Tender lips brushed the top of your head, “Shhhh detka, this is the moment we’ve been waiting for, just a little earlier than planned. Breathe, that’s it, in and out, just like that sweetheart,” and when you looked into her eyes you’d never seen so much love from another human. Your stomach immediately cramped again, pain washing over you as you closed your eyes and took shaky breaths out loud.

Clint was on his way with Laura, the future uncle and aunt of your child, speeding down the highway. Steve, your baby's future Godfather, was two hours away picking up flowers for you, a teddy bear for your little one, and candy for Natty and himself. The rest of the group was getting back from a mission overseas, no doubt they would miss the birth, but you knew they’d be there ASAP.

The warm glow of the bright lights kept you up, even as you tried to shut out all other senses. Closing your tired eyes and imagining what the cries of your baby would be like was the only thing that brought you comfort. Once the pain subsided and nurses stopped poking and prodding you, images of your new family of three eased your mind.

Natasha was right by your side, rubbing your back through the pain and nausea, dabbing your forehead with a cold compress for the hot flashes and feeding you ice chips. In this moment she swore to herself you’d never looked so beautiful. You were her dream come true. All three of you. An hour later your redhead had to step out to update Maria and Fury on what was going on.

At first, sure Fury was disappointed to lose one of his best agents for a couple months for maternity leave- but he couldn’t hide his excitement either.

Laura’s sweet gaze was above you in the meantime, gently lifting your head up to press cold compresses on your neck and chest.

“Hey momma, how’re we holding up?” She grabbed some water for you and adjusted your pillow. 

“Well, for starters I feel like a tiny human is kickboxing with my insides…so right on point I’d say.” You tried to sit up on your elbows, wriggling your way through the copious amounts of hospital sheets.

It felt like hours before the nurses gave you the go-ahead to start pushing. You had never been so glad for any decision like the decision to get an epidural during delivery. Was it still painful? Hell yes. But did it hurt a lot less? Also, hell yes. Natasha felt useless watching you, not being able to help. It was like being stabbed in the chest every time she heard you scream or start to cry. The best she could do was not keel in pain when you practically broke her hand from squeezing it so hard. And then- in a magical instant- she was here. 

Mae Lena Romanoff. 

This beautiful, new child you just delivered was crying and being wrapped in a blanket.

You and your wife’s biggest dream had arrived and she was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. Her nose was the same as her momma’s, with your e/c eyes. She had a full head of brownish-reddish hair like Natasha’s, damp on her small head. You couldn’t help yourself from crying, sobbing really, as you looked at this little doll in your arms. And as you looked up at Natasha, she was crying too.

The nurses started cleaning you up and doing all the usual routines after giving birth, making sure not only your baby was healthy but yourself as well. Natasha took the baby in her arms and sat by you, marveling at this little joy she created with her wife. Her gentle arms cradled the baby close to her ear as she whispered to her, “Welcome to the world, little one. As long as I’m here, no one will hurt you. Not ever.”

An hour later the room was filled with Clint, Laura, their kids, and Steve. All of them gently stroked the baby’s head, cooing and “awww”ing. You held her close and pointed to everyone in the room, “That’s your Uncle Clint, he’s going to teach you how to shoot a bow and arrow. And that’s your Auntie Laura, one of the best people you’ll ever meet. Those are your cousins that are going to play with you until you’re all grown up. And that right there, is Steve. The best Godfather anyone could ask for. Later on you’ll meet Tony and Pepper, they’ll get you into so many adventures. We’re all going to love you so much, sweet baby. ” If you could freeze this perfect moment in time, you absolutely would. You knew that as long as you had Natasha, your daughter, and this village to help raise her- your family would always be okay.

[seilnakyle]

the people yearn for a masterpost compiling all of selina’s combat skills 💆🏾‍♀️

ALRIGHT LETS GO there is literally too much for one post so this one will be about her training first and then I’ll do another for combat feats and battles

Part two -> X

Part Three -> X

Part four -> X

Selina Kyle’s training - Part one: The Teachers

Selina’s training actually begins very early on thanks to her mother who thought it was good for her

She is a physical prodigy, and accomplishes amazing gymnastics at a young age

In the orphanage, Selina is already a quick thief, and near impossible to keep inside. She runs away from the orphanage after the headmistress tries to kill her, and starts living on the streets at like 10 or 11. The carnival comes to Gotham and while pickpocketing Selina gets sorta kidnapped by this guy named Del Halperm who tells her if she joins the carnival he’ll let her pick pockets AND get her involved with people who can help her get better. She’s trained by professional acrobats and contortionists, learns to walk and dance on a wire, and learns sleight of hand from a magician.

When Del gets himself killed doing dare devil stunts, Selina leaves the carnival and joins the Alleytown gang run by Mama Fortuna, where Selina learned to perfect her thievery, and “exploit her childlike innocence”

She stays in the gang for a few years, but eventually left and refined her abilities on the streets, but still had no formal martial arts training yet.

Selina’s life on the streets leads to her falling in with a man named Stan, who would become her very abusive boyfriend and pimp. After one particularly cruel beating, a detective takes pity on Selina, and gives her the number of the one and only Ted Grant aka Wildcat. He agrees to train her in multiple martial arts including: kickboxing, taekwondo, capoeira, hapkido, Muay Thai and Krav Maga as well as using a whip

Next was the training she received from The Armless Master, who’s style combines every martial art into a complete whole, which is why she could already go toe-to-toe with Bruce in Batman Year One. Selina at 19 was once again recognized as a physical prodigy, who quickly surpasses the Armless masters best student within a year. Her ability to improvise and think on her feet being one thing that sets her above the rest.

Not only that but when I say she’s a quick learner I mean she only has to see a move once or twice before she can do it herself. She can literally “steal” your moves

And she was trained in Dragon style Kung-fu and leopard style by Richard Dragon (Bruce linked them up)

Additional skills:

Lock-picking and expert safe cracking, she is the first one Batman calls when he need something open

Proficient enough in tech to be able to usually disable security measures

Weapons Expert; whip, guns, swords and small blades, caltrops, bolas, and her retractable steel claws

proficient fencer, has had sword training

Stealthy enough to leap long distances in silence, has snuck up on Batman multiple times, various League of Assassins members, ninjas, Talia Al Ghul, and pretty much anyone she wants to

Pole dancing - she brings this up like three times in the new 52

Speed - Selina is inhumanly fast, she dodges bullets with complete ease (when written correctly) using a gun or crossbow against her is basically a joke, she has dodged bullets from Deathstroke and Deadshot, reacts quick enough to deflect a direct crossbow bolt from Huntress, beaten opponents with enhanced speed, and once outran a panther which reach speeds of up to 36 mph (top female human speed is 23.7 mph reached by Sha’carri Richardson in 2021) She runs CIRCLES around Batman, and even Nightwing has had trouble keeping up with her when she doesn’t want to be caught

Strength - Goes without saying she is strong as hell and hits hard She has snapped chains, tossed fully grown men around, wielded a giant robot arm easily (weapons expert!) and has rock hard abs to tank a punch

Intelligence - I mean, she’s kinda a genius sometimes…the reason she becomes the top student in the Armless master’s dojo within a year is because one year of training for her is like five or more for a normal person, like I said, she only needs to see a move one good time. She can beat much stronger opponents by thinking quick on her feet the same way Bruce can, She is a master planner, and not a bad detective herself. She outsmarts Batman and the GCPD often, and both hold her intelligence in very high esteem

[colourstreakgryffin]

Nezuko!reader × Alastor please🙏

Haha! Awww! I am not sure it’s platonic or romantic but I’ll go with what I’m thinking. I think Alastor would have lots of fun with a Nezuko!

Alastor- Bamboo Binds

You’re one of the weirdest demons he’s ever seen. You don’t want to eat demons? What’s the point of being in Hell then if you don’t sin. That’s how Alastor feels and that’s how he thinks as he watches you with the sharpest eye a deer like him can at your entrance to the Hotel

As soon as Charlie checked you in to the Hotel, she begun introducing you around and trying to have you befriend everybody but yet, you somehow clicked the most with Alastor. Nobody can explain it, you just did

Alastor can’t help but view you as an attached kitten, following him around, your off yet cute bamboo muzzle, light pink kimono and long haori covering your body well, light pink slit eyes. You’re so cute, like a child. He can’t help but view you as a child… a naive, easily manipulated little one

Alastor eventually ‘adopts’ you after pretending he doesn’t even acknowledge your presence around him for quite some time. He finds you way too perfect for his own purpose to just ignore your existence further so he goes from ignoring to openly addressing you

Alastor just drags you around when he needs you. He has a tab on you so he can teleport you from place to place with his voodoo magic. He nicknames you ‘Kitten’ so his voodoo entities know the target but he won’t ever explain how he managed to spread his magic onto you

Alastor isn’t the biggest fan of your bamboo muzzle since it’s restricting your ability to communicate so the only way he knows your answer is based on nonsense muffles and your gestures. At least, you’re naive enough for this to work

Alastor isn’t entirely sure what to call you. You’re not necessarily a younger sibling or a child figure to him but he also doesn’t feel comfortable with calling you a servant. You’re just some type of thing he favours and appreciates but also needs for his own selfish reasons

Alastor may pretend he doesn’t truly care for you but he does. He’ll put on your muzzle for you, he’ll crate a shade for you so you can walk in the sun of the Pride Ring without being burnt and he’ll give you a corner for you to sleep in. He does care… in his own way

Alastor also does express that he isn’t a fan of your style but is of your preferences. You’re from the Tashio Era, around his time on Earth so you view technology like him and it makes him feel more appreciative that you get him. You’re his best tool ally after all, he didn’t suspect anything else from you

Alastor is surprised by how sweet and compassionate you are to him, even him where everybody else kinda makes sense. He isn’t a nice man at all, he may believe he deserves a number of things but does he deserve kindness from people like you or Charlie? Not really. He doesn’t want it but once more, he doesn’t care much

Alastor is actually quite impressed and interested in how you’ve basically been brainwashed… through whatever, maybe some old guy, into believing he is your family so you defend him, just viewing your lost siblings through him. He finds it cute how you rely on kickboxing to fight or even argue, he finds you cute. Like a little fawn

Alastor believes you’re a powerful useful tool-ally to him. You keep his threats away, you serve him. It’s a give to and give back relationship you two share. You give him something, he gives you something back as to keep you under his thumb

But really… he’s grown to have a bit of a soft spot for you so he will tolerate giving you and your pretty blank pink eyes a bit more benefits than he would normally dare to

That shrinking power of yours is great at infiltrating Vees Tower and squeezing through hidden areas easier, and whilst Alastor does leave you to do those type of missions solo as a ‘favour’ in exchange for a ‘favour’ back, he likes you too much to let the Vees lay a hand on you so he swoops in when he needs to

Alastor has seen your Awakened Form before. The first time he’s ever been intimidated in this realm. It was triggered during the Exterminator Battle for the Hazbin Hotel. You were kicking around angels viciously, setting them ablaze, almost targeting your own allies out of immense hunger, but Alastor had to restrain you to stop you from going too far and it… was amazing for all that he even stepped in, despite the danger you opposed in this state

Your strength and your healing fire touch makes you become a further valuable item to Alastor, more and more everyday, so it makes him protective and possessive over you. A demon with your power and capabilities must be under his servitude but also being treated like a pampered kitten by him and only him

Alastor legit gets so pissed if anybody dares to put you outside in the sunlight with no protection, even when they don’t mean to hurt you! It doesn’t matter to him!

“Oh. My darling little kitten, are you tired? Come. In this box, where you’ll be in my tower with me as I work. High up, away from the sun and from your belly rumbles. Does that sound good?”

[flawssy-227]

AIRWD: Chapt 2 - Something About Us

(ex) best friends dad!Joel Miller x f!reader part 2!

summary: Joel's spirals about you. Is he too old? A creep? Or is there something between you two?

tags: 18+, female reader, always write for woc in mind, but there are no descriptions so everyone is welcome to read. tlou AU, no outbreak au, modern au, age gap ~20 yrs, reader is 28, Joel is 49, alcohol consumption, Tommy and Maria meddling, f!masturbation

a/n: chapter 2 title ib: Something About Us - Daft Punk

w/c: 3.4k

part 1

Joel was decidedly not a fan of hot yoga. It was the second time Tommy had dragged him to this place. Before that it was a rock climbing gym, and before that, kickboxing. Tommy had finally decided at 45 years young, it was time to settle down. House in the suburbs, picket fence, wife, kids, the whole nine yards. He had tried Tinder, but didn’t find much luck. So now, he was certain that he would meet a good woman at one of these places, and once he told Sarah about it during a family game night, Joel was damn near forced to join in. 

“You can’t just rely on construction to keep you in shape, Dad,” she had implored. “It’ll be good for you to get out of your comfort zone.”

He had offered nothing but a grunt in acknowledgement, silently wondering if fratricide was really such a bad thing. 

“Plus,” she said softly, “maybe you’ll meet someone new.”

That had Tommy and her grinning across the card table.

And that brought him here—sweaty in some trendy yoga studio in downtown Austin. Slipping and sliding all over a borrowed mat for the last hour and wondering how the hell anybody found their zen in a place like this. He was pretty sure this spot used to be a family owned dry cleaner, but now, some transplant opened up a $40 a class boutique gym. It definitely wouldn’t have been his choice to meet his future sister-in-law, but Tommy was certain one of these days he would run into the perfect woman.

But to be honest, Joel was tired of Tommy’s bullshit. Tired of him needing Joel as his wingman and definitely tired of these absolutely ridiculous workouts he was paying an arm and a leg for. He still hadn’t met anyone, and Joel swore he was just about to tell him he was over this shit when he called over your shoulder.

“Joel! Look who I just ran into.”

It felt like time was moving in slow motion when you turned to look at him. You were beautiful, somehow looking incredible despite the amount of sweat the class practically required from participants, and he felt the wind get knocked out of him when you made eye contact. And then, it hit him. He knew you. He remembered you and his little girl running around the house, all those times he woke up on the weekend to the two of you giggling downstairs and how happy he was that Sarah had found such a good friend in you. And then he immediately felt guilty for the instant attraction he felt toward you. 

Clearly he was right to feel that way with the abrupt way you ended the conversation, grabbed your friend and ran away from him. 

“Well, she grew up,” Tommy said.

Yeah, you sure did.

Tommy couldn’t stop talking about Maria the entire way home. 

“Got her number,” Tommy said.

“Yeah, you told me.”

He ignored Joel and his less than happy tone, running on a high after finally meeting a woman that was beautiful and funny and kind.

“You know all that from talking to her for five minutes, huh?”

Tommy grinned from ear to ear, still unbothered. “S’just different, Joel. Can’t explain it.”

Joel just nodded his head, offering a noncommittal yeah whenever the conversation called for it. But then, Tommy mentioned you.

“Small world, huh? What are the odds that they’d be friends? And be there?”

This time, the silence that filled his truck turned a bit heavier, more weighted. If Tommy was anyone else, he would have noticed the unpleasant way Joel ticked his jaw or the death grip he had on the steering wheel at the mention of your name. But he wouldn’t be his baby brother if things like that were ever on the top of his mind.

“Remind me, is she the same age as Sarah? She looks good.”

Joel’s really making an effort not to think about just how good you looked in those tiny biker shorts and soaked through tank top he just saw you in. It was weird, right? Ogling his daughter’s friend like that. He felt like such a pervert and Tommy wasn’t making it any better.

“Stop it, Tommy. She’s a kid.”

He scoffed at that. “Ain’t a kid if she’s Sarah’s age. Gotta be 28 at least.” Tommy leans back in the passenger seat and smiles at his phone as it vibrates again. “Besides, I saw the way you were lookin’ at her.”

By Monday morning, Joel was feeling a little fucked up over you. He had dropped Tommy off at his place and spent the rest of Sunday in meager solitude doing household chores he always tried to put off. He had been alone now for a few years, now that Sarah had moved in with her fiance. It typically didn’t bother him. He genuinely enjoyed the quiet that came with an empty house, but some days, he couldn’t help but fantasize about having someone here with him, filling in the quiet gaps with a little love.

So, he looked you up on Facebook. He was certain he had added you years ago, probably when you were still his kids best friend. He vaguely recalled a life update here and there: a college graduation, tagged photos from a beach trip to Cancun. He smiles when your profile pops up. You clearly hadn’t updated in a while, but he scrolled through your tagged photos anyway. More photos from law school graduation, a few from your mom wishing you a happy birthday, and he kept scrolling, further and further back until he landed on one of you and Sarah, crappy digital camera quality from the early 2010s, back when he was a father to a teenager, and you were a teen yourself.

He felt revolted. What the hell was he doing, perving on some 28 year old? He thought back to how quickly you grabbed yours and Maria’s things and ran away from him. Of course you probably thought he was a creep, he figured. Joel was pretty much thinking the same thing about himself right now. So, he did the only thing he could think of to clear the air, and assure you that he was in fact, not, a creep: he sent you a message.

-it was good seeing you. hope me and tom didn’t weird ya out too much. not sure if your parents are still living around here, but let me know if you ever need anything.

It was short, to the point and above all, kind. He left his number at the bottom for good measure.

But now at the worksite, Tommy was buzzing, a little ball of happy energy and it was grating on Joel’s nerves. Maybe it was the fact that he was genuinely feeling a bit lonely yesterday, or perhaps it was the self flagellation he gave himself before sending you the olive branch of a message on Facebook, or maybe it was the fact that he checked again this morning and you still hadn’t responded to him. Stop bein’ so fuckin’ weird, Joel.

He couldn’t help himself. When he wasn’t signing off on contracts and overseeing the construction crew, his thoughts drifted back to you. He wondered how your morning was going, if you made your coffee at home or stopped somewhere to pick it up. Did you have a lot of meetings and contracts to go over? He hoped you weren’t working too hard. Lost in thought, he found himself smiling at the memory of you yesterday in your workout clothes and inadvertently drifted to the idea of you in a tight pencil skirt and black leather heels—

“What’re you smilin’ about?”

Tommy’s voice was jarring, snapping him out of his blissful state. It didn’t help that he was wearing a shit eating grin at catching his brother lost in a day dream.

“Nothin’.”

Tommy let out a disbelieving scoff and settled into the chair across from Joel’s desk. “Yeah, right. Thinking about her, huh?” He leaned back in his seat, far too comfortable for Joel’s liking. “Maybe if things don’t work out with Maria, I can give her a call—”

Joel shot his brother a look that would’ve made anyone else’s blood run cold. “Shut the hell up! Can’t you focus on one woman at a time for once?”

Tommy lets out a laugh, it’s low and short and Joel knows he doesn’t find it funny. “So I can’t be interested in her too?”

“Nope. You’ve got Maria. Yesterday you were goin’ on and on about how special she is. You gonna try to date her friend? That won’t go over well.” Joel quiets as he looks out the window, taking an appraising look over his crew. “Plus, she’s too young for you. For both of us,” he tacks on quietly at the end.

“Ah, I see,” Tommy says, shaking his head. “But what if, hypothetically,” he let’s himself trail off, much to Joel’s disdain.

“Tommy,” he snaps his fingers at him. “The point?”

“Well, what if she was interested in you? Wasn’t worried about the age at all?”

Joel just scoffs at that. Hypothetically, if you were interested, well Joel would be desperate to take someone like you out for dinner. You were beautiful, of course, but what really struck him was how you were already so accomplished and not even 30 yet. During his deep dive on your Facebook profile last night, he saw that you were also a good person, frequently volunteering at women’s shelters and taking on as many pro-bono cases as you could. Somewhere in between that, you took time to travel, have a social life, and apparently do hot yoga on Sunday mornings. If he were a few years younger, yeah, he’d be all over you. But he’s not, so he can’t. He tells Tommy just as much.

He gives him a frown. “Don’t take yourself out of the game so soon, brother.” It was so typical of Joel to not put himself out there and to not be selfish in going for what he wanted. “There’s plenty of older men who date younger women. Hell, I’m 10 years older than Maria.”

It was hard from him to not be aggravated by Tommy acting as if he was a relationship guru a mere 24 hours after he met your friend. His mind went back to how quickly you ran off from him yesterday. “It’s a little more than 10 years, Tom.”

Not one to be deterred, he just leans back in chair and lets out a low whistle. “Like I said, don’t take yourself out of the game just yet, big brother. Maria and I are gettin’ drinks tonight and we want you and her to meet us.”

Joel was up and out of his chair instantly at that, but Tommy, the little weasel he was, slipped out of the office door before he could wring his neck.

What was his obsession with Joel and you anyway? Why would Maria want you both to tag along on her first date with Tommy? Joel tried to focus on his work and the project they were nearly completed with as the rest of his day inched by, and if his workers were feeling suffocated by Joel monitoring their every move, well they had Tommy to thank for that.

“You know,” Tommy started talking over the roar of the Texas highway on his way to the bar, “you really don’t have to be on property anymore, Joel.”

It was true. After decades of grinding and barely making ends meet, Miller Brothers Contracting had turned out to be extremely successful in the last few years. So successful that Joel was able to take a massive step back from the day to day hustle of the job and essentially, sit on his ass and collect a paycheck. He had bought a nice house on Lake Travis with his very own slip two years ago, fully planning on spending his early retirement a bit more relaxed than he had been afforded to be in years prior. But he wasn’t one for being idle and quickly decided that going to work every day was a nonnegotiable.

He glanced back at Tommy. “We’ve talked about this, I wasn’t quite ready to be fully hands off.”

He shrugged, keeping his focus fully on the road ahead. “Well, maybe if you get a pretty, young girlfriend to take up some of your time…”

What else was there to say? Joel was tired of arguing to Tommy about how uninterested in him you would have to be. Repeating for the fiftieth time today about how old he was or how creeped out you must be was doing wonders for his already low self esteem. He had come to terms with the fact that you would probably look at him with disgust and leave after one round of drinks. He figured it was well deserved.

And he was certain, when he felt your eyes on him after he got out of Tommy’s truck that you were going to turn and walk away, but you didn’t. You gave him a shy smile and made your way to him, tucking yourself into his side body like you had always belonged there. He tried to be delicate and not grip your skin as tight as he wanted to, savoring the feel of your bare arms and the incredible softness that only comes with a lifetime of diligent moisturizing. He breathed in your scent, something sensual and sweet, wafting up to his nostrils in waves of ambery cotton candy, and then you pulled away and looked at him, really looked at him, and gave him a genuine smile.

“We’re not gonna be friends.”

You weren’t sure what possessed you to channel your best Margot Robbie and look Mr. Miller Joel Miller in his eyes so seductively and tell him that yes, you would go to lunch with him, but not as his friend, but something did, and now… Well now you were going.

So what, were you going on a date? You tried not to let yourself spiral on your way home. Your stomach fluttered at all the possibilities. He asked you to lunch, which is perfect if things turn awkward, as you could always cut it early and blame it on an emergency case filing. If it was bad, you would just have to tell Maria to never mention his name again, which would probably be challenging for her, but doable. It’s not like you would have a good chance of running into him; hot yoga was a fluke. But if it was good… could you date Joel Miller?

You had determined you had a 21 year age gap. You were nearing 30 and completely independent, so dating a much older man wasn’t that scandalous, was it? You knew a girl in law school who had a 60 year old sugar daddy when she was in her early 20s. Comparatively, this was hardly anything to bat an eye over. He was 49, and he looked good for his age. At the bar, you couldn’t help but sneak glances at him, admiring the golden hue of his skin, the way his muscles were trapped tightly under his t-shirt. His veins protruded on his forearms in the way you’d only seen with men who worked with their hands and the image made heat rise in your body. And his hands were massive; thick fingers that you wouldn’t mind being wrapped around you.

By the time you got home, you were exhausted. Not only did you never go out for drinks during the week, which was already making you want to go straight for your bed and skip your shower, but mentally, your lawyer mind had run all possible scenarios for a lunch with Joel. You hadn’t even gotten his number, you realized. Your only way to reach out to him was either through Maria or Facebook. Despite being a mere 20 feet away from Maria and the other Miller when Joel had asked you out, you decided quickly to keep that detail to yourself, at least for the time being. So, to Facebook you go.

Joel’s message was harmless. You internally scolded yourself for getting so worked up about it for the last 24 hours. You had gotten cozy in bed, legs curled up under your comforter and an old stretched out college t-shirt draped over your body. The alcohol you had earlier in the evening had worn off a bit, making you feel less than buzzed but still just a bit warm. Even warmer now that you were scrolling through Joel’s posted photos.

God, he was so cute. Fluffy brown hair in every photo, strong arms on display in most, and those gorgeous whiskey brown eyes you knew you could get lost in. He smiled in one, one of those wide grins that you rarely saw on his face back when you knew him before, which immediately made the warmth you were feeling trail down toward your abdomen. The sun was bright on his face, making his eyes squint and soft crows feet make an appearance. He was at the beach and the sinful display of his toned torso glistening with sweat made your mouth go dry. What you wouldn’t do to see that image in person…

You felt bad for ogling him the way you were. How gross did you feel, objectifying a 49 year old man on a photo from Facebook, for goodness sake. While your mind was scolding yourself, your body was in its own world. Your nipples hardened and a chill shot through you despite that subtle warmth that had trailed even lower. You let your fingers trail just below your panties and gasped at the wetness there. All from a photo.

It had been far too long since you had sex last, so you needed to do this. You could feel guilty after an orgasm. You let your fingers dip lower, gliding easily through your slick, moaning at the wetness. You propped your knees up and moved two fingers, up and down, teasing your clit and then moving back inside you. You looked back at that photo, Joel loosely holding a beer bottle, thick fingers dwarfing the neck. How much better would it feel with him? you thought. The earlier anxiety you were feeling was quickly transforming into a carnal need you felt to have Joel’s fingers, hands, and lips on you.

The last boyfriend you had was exactly that, a boy. Barely knew what to do with your body and definitely lacked the manhood you had craved. Would Joel be different? He had to be. You were sure he had several partners in the past, a grown man with lots of experience. Would he be soft and patient, pulling pleasure from you like he knew exactly what to do? Or would he be hard and fast, fucking you with an intensity that made your mind go quiet and limbs boneless?

You were lost in your fantasy now, eyes shut tight and imagining it was Joel’s fingers pistoning in and out of you. Soft moans left your mouth at every prod of that soft spot no man seemed to be able to find, your other hand rubbing frantic circles over your clit.

Would Joel find that spot? Would he go down on you, letting his greying beard rub against your inner thighs, leaving soft marks that would remind you that he was there for days? Would he look into your eyes when he made your orgasm?

You let out a soft sigh of his name when you finished.

Fuck. Joel just gave you the best orgasm you’ve had in a while and he wasn’t even here.

You get yourself cleaned up and crawl back under your comforter. You're sated and warm, smiling at the absurdity of the fact that you just jilled off to a photo. You could genuinely say that a photo of anyone had gotten you that hot and bothered before.

You wake up your computer and find your message thread again, adding Joel’s number to your contacts.

And then, you compose a text:

How about lunch on Wednesday? You’re buying.

part 3

[eviemonroeer]

The Monroe Effect: Chapter 11

Set during Season 5, Episodes 14 & 15 of ER. Spoilers if you haven't seen the show.

Warnings: THIS CHAPTER IS 18+ ONLY!! MDNI. Smut (p in v, unprotected) This is my first time writing smut so please be kind. Angst and Language.

WC: 3.8 k

ER story belongs to original creators, just adding on my own original charter.

Taglist: @pleasecallmeunhinged, @rainmg, @arigoldsblog, @queenslandlover-93, @hagarsays, and @antisocialfiore

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Again, MDNI. 18+ ONLY for this Chapter.

“I paged Dale. He and Lucy are on their way for the surgical consult for that case in trauma.” I passed the chart to Carter as we walked out of the exam room and into the elevator foyer. The aforementioned two had come down the stairs right on time. 

“What have you got?” Dale asked as Carter and I walked up. 

“Fender bender. Tender abdomen.” Carter explained, handing him the chart. 

“Have you seen Titanic, Carter?”

“Nope. Chick flick.”  

“That's what I said. Lucy rented it, wants me to watch it with her.” 

“Leonardo DiCaprio, hoop skirts and tragic love is my idea of hell.” 

I scoffed and shook my head. “Says the man who watched 'While You Were Sleeping' and ‘Pretty Woman’ with me.” 

“That’s different.” Dale said, actually defending Carter. 

“Why? Because she plays a sex worker?” 

“Whatever happened to the sensitive 90s male?” Lucy asked me. “The ones who love romantic candlelight dinners. 

“They're all gay, aren't they, Carter?” Dale offered. 

“Jesus Christ.” I muttered. 

“I don't want to ruin it, Dale, but in the end, the ship sinks.” Carter “spoiled”. 

“I hate you both.” Lucy said before we both pushed into the trauma room, leaving the boys behind. 

 

“She was hit in the face while kickboxing.” The paramedic told us. Carter, Lucy, and I’s newest patient was a young woman in from an exercise class. Aside from a cut over the eye, she seemed relatively unharmed.

“Not kickboxing. Tae-bo class.” The patient corrected. “It’s like aerobics, but only better.” 

“Yeah, I heard about that.” I said. “It’s supposed to be good for losing weight.”

“Yeah, I lost 16 pounds.” 

“Sixteen pounds!” Lucy exclaimed. “Wow.”

“I had everybody in the class spread out enough.” The instructor added. “But this new guy shows up and she got kicked.” Carter and the paramedics transferred her to the bed. 

“Did you lose consciousness?” Carter asked. 

“No, but I was pretty dizzy.” 

“How long did it take you to lose the weight?” Lucy probed. 

“Just melted off. Hope this won’t keep me from getting back to class.” 

“Fundus is sharp.” Carter said, checking her eyes. “No papilledema. Want to palpate the orbit?” 

“No that’s okay.” Lucy brushed off. “Is it expensive?” 

“Not too bad. It’s worth it.” 

“You feel this.” Carter poked at her cheek bone. 

“Mm, yes.” 

“Any numbness.”

“No.” 

“Do you have early classes?” Lucy turned to the instructor. “I usually have to be here by 7.” 

“Any visual changes?” Carter asked, his tone becoming annoyed. “Shapes, things out of focus?” 

“I teach a 5:30 class. If you buy 20, you get five free.”

“No kidding? 

“Anyone know where a phone is?” 

“Yeah, there’s a pay phone right over there.” I told him, gesturing behind me. 

“No step off.” Carter continued his exam. “I’m concerned about your blurred vision. So, let’s get some facial films and a visual acuity. Lucy, if you think you can tear yourself away from fitness bargain hunting for five minutes, stitch her up.” 

“Your wish is my command, Dr. Carter.” 

“Irrigate and suture.” Carter moved to sit beside the bed as Lucy moved to begin, continuing to talk with the women. 

“I don’t usually get a lunch break, so I end up eating out of the vending machines and it’s hard to keep the pounds off. First lidocaine to numb the area. And then you’ll feel a little bit of wetness as I irrigate the wound.” I put my stethoscope on and began checks. “Dr. Carter.” I looked up when Lucy tried to get his attention and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. 

He had been looking at her ass. Carter was totally checking Lucy out. 

“Yeah?” 

“Uh, the cut’s pretty deep. Should I do a few subcutaneous first?” 

“Yeah, absolutely.” Lucy turned back to me, and I had to force myself not to make a face. “Well, I’ll check back with you in a little bit.” He stood and awkwardly left. 

Lucy turned back to me. “Was he staring at my ass?”

"Oh yeah." I scoffed and rolled my eyes before getting back to work. 

 

When I left Lucy is when I heard about Doug Ross and the little boy with ALD. It was crazy to think he could have done that if what they were saying was true. It just put a whole cloud over the entire ER. And it was noticeable. “I think I just beat it in, the roads are getting really slick.” Jeanie informed us as she walked in through the bay doors, covered in snow. “Took me forever to navigate the Kennedy. Traffic was backed up...... for miles. What’s the matter, somebody die? Somebody we know?” 

“Dr. Ross lost that ALD kid.” Malik told her. 

“The police are in trauma two.” I added. 

"The boy’s father accused Doug of giving him an overdose. Called the cops.” Chuny finished. 

“Oh my god.” 

“Yeah. Coroners took the body.” This time it was Jerry. “Police are interviewing everybody.

“Where’s Doug?” 

“In the pedes room, I think.” Lydia offered. 

“Chuny, have you seen the, uh, labs on that drunk with the head lac?” Carter asked, oblivious to our topic of conversation as he walked up.

“No, but he managed to throw up on me again.” She replied. “Third scrub’s up today.” 

 “Yeah, we should wire a bucket to his head.” Malik suggested. “Like one of those feedbags for horses.” 

“Yeah right.” Carter scoffed. “Hey, any, uh, word on Doug Ross?” He asked me. “Police are still interviewing Dr. Greene.” I told him and resumed my computer check for some patient labs.

“Have you seen Lucy?” Jerry asked him. “Dr. Edson keeps coming down here looking for her.” 

“Yeah, last time I saw her she was working on the...” He turned to the curtain area. “Hey, where’s my, uh, kick boxer?” 

“Dr. Weaver moved her into exam two when that rule-out MI came in.” I told him. “Lucy was still working on her about ten minutes ago.” 

“Suturing?”

“Yep.” 

 “Well, that should’ve taken like, two minutes.” 

“I haven’t seen her come out.” 

Carter walked over to the exam room, but as soon as he went in, he literally flew back out, breaking the glass on the door and falling over a patient in a wheelchair in the process. “Oh my god!” I exclaimed as he landed hard on his back. I ran over as Lucy kneeled beside him, calling for a backboard and a collar. I made it over with the collar, putting it on him, while Malik brought the backboard. 

“What happened?” Malik asked. 

“I kicked him in the chest.” 

“Why?” Lydia asked, her eyes wide. 

“I was practicing my Tae-bo. Now we’re going to roll him...” We got the backboard underneath him and lifted him up, taking him into the room to be looked over. 

I stuck the X-ray in place in the films room and took a second to look at it. I scoffed and turned back to Carter. “You’re lucky. Doesn’t look like she broke anything. Maybe a small fracture, but nothing crazy.” I paused. “Though it was kind of fun to watch her kick your ass.” I sat back down in front of him. 

“Uh, I feel like an elephant sat on my chest.” Carter groaned and rubbed his chest. 

“Well, it serves you right. Especially after you checked her out.” 

Carter scoffed. “I did not check her out.” 

“I hate to break it to you Carter, but you definitely checked out your med student. Played right into the cliché.”

Carter stuttered, trying to find an excuse. But finally, he huffed and relented like he normally did with me. “I didn’t mean to. It’s just something Dale said—” 

“Dale? Smarmy, egomaniac Dale?” I scoffed. “Why would you ever listen to anything that asshole says?” 

“I don’t know.” 

I shook my head and got closer, starting to gently clean the small cut on his forehead, knowing he was a baby with this kind of stuff. I shifted and felt his knee in between my legs, throwing me off balance a little. I rested a hand on his chest to stabilize myself. “I don’t blame you. Lucy’s smart, she’s very pretty. I mean you clearly have a type.” 

“I don’t have a type.” 

I scoffed again. “Oh please. I hate to break it to you Carter, but you want to hump any blonde that will give you attention.” 

“I do not.” 

I stopped what I was doing and looked at him, an eyebrow raised. “Oh really? Care to hear my proof?” 

“Go ahead.” 

I smirked and held up my hand, counting on my fingers as I listed names. “Roxanne? Anna?” Carter scoffed. “Harper? Dr. Keaton?”

“Okay, you’ve made your point.” 

“Face it Carter. You and blondes are like peanut butter and jelly.” I picked up another gauze and dabbed his face. 

“I don’t like just blondes.” He muttered and I could have sworn I saw his eyes roam my close figure. I stopped dabbing and met his gaze, feeling a familiar heat blooming in my chest. 

“What did you say?” 

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing before he licked his lips. “I said, I don’t like just blondes.” 

Carter brought his hand up to my face and pulled me in, but I stopped, pressing on his chest. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Carter, please don’t start something if you’re not going to follow through with it.” My voice was small. “I care about you too much.”

“I care about you to. I have for a long time.” He brushed a piece of hair behind my ear. “Ever since you told me your name that first day at the admit desk.” My eyes went wide for a moment, surprised he actually remembered that. 

Carter used it to his advantage and pulled me in for a kiss. 

At first, the kiss was gentle, just two people exploring each other in this way for the first time. But years of pent-up feelings and emotion ramped things up very quickly. Carter moved his hands, grabbing my hips and dragging me onto his lap. I straddled him, moving my arms around his neck. Our lips moved together like a choregraphed dance. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth and a little moan left me. He smiled into the kiss, liking how I was reacting. I did too.

He took this as the go to move his kisses down to my neck and when he gave me a light bite, I ground my hips into him. He responded this time with a deep groan, which sent a spark straight to my lower half. I ran a hand through his hair and grabbed on. I ground into him again and this time he responded by bucking his hips up. I could feel the zipper of his pants through my scrubs, and it was my turn to moan.  

“Did you like that?” He asked, his voice rough. I nodded my head, and he repeated the motion. I was embarrassed at the whine that left my body. I felt Carter smile against my neck. He moved his hand from my waist and moved it under my shirt and scrub top, before cupping my breast. He looked at me for a moment when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra. “Well, this is a surprise.” He muttered. He took my nipple in between his fingers as he moved back in to continue kissing my neck. 

“Make that sound again.” He instructed. 

I shook my head. “Someone will hear.” 

“Make that noise again or I’ll make sure everyone hears.” He pinched my nipple harder, and the whine escaped me again involuntarily. “Good girl.” He rasped. 

That did it. My hips ground down again, this time harder into his lap. I wasn’t going to let him take control of everything. I grabbed his hair again and pulled him back, moving down to his neck. I gave him a few kisses before I sucked down on his neck and gave him a bite. This time it was his hips that bucked involuntarily, and I smiled.  Carter put a hand around my neck and moved me back up, so we were face to face. 

“That wasn’t very nice.” 

“I never said I was nice Dr. Carter.”

He groaned again and lightly squeezed on my neck. “Take off your pants. Now.” 

A little too excited, I stood and walked over to the doors, locking each quickly before going back to Carter. I slowly peeled off my scrub pants, showing off the thong I was now grateful I had worn today. “Oh fuck.” Carter whispered, running his hands through his hair. I smirked. Walking back over to him, I bent down and popped the button of his pants, pulling the zipper down. 

Without breaking eye contact, Carter helped me slide his pants and boxers down his legs until they pooled on the ground. My eyes went wide for a moment. While Carter’s length wasn’t bigger than anything I’d taken before, he was girthier. I felt myself clench at the thought of how good of a stretch he was going to be. I met Carter’s gaze once more and straddled him again. 

Taking him in my hand, I gave him a couple of slow strokes. I hovered over him and pulled my thong to the side before I lined him up and slowly began to sink down. I gasped as I slowly stretched around him, the lack of foreplay noticeable, but not a deal breaker; I was still wet. Carter grabbed my hips, his fingers wrapping in the sides of my lacy thong. 

“God, you are so beautiful.” Carter moaned. 

I continued to lower myself, taking my time. Whenever I stopped for a moment to collect myself, I would kiss him, before sinking down again, repeating the pattern until I was fully flushed against his lap. “Oh my god.” I moaned. Carter took my face in his hands again and he kissed me hard. This encouraged me to move. 

The feeling was insane. I had never felt so full in my life. We kept a steady pace, a delicious push and pull of pleasure. But it soon became frantic. I think we both heard the growing number of voices outside and knew our privacy was about to end. I tried keeping my focus but was growing frustrated. I whined again. “What wrong, pretty girl? You need help?” I nodded and Carter put his hand in between us, his thumb finding my clit. He applied the slightest pressure and I gasped. “There we go.” 

Carter continued his steady pace, both with his hips and his hand. The pressure inside me began to ramp up and I chased it with everything I had, forcing my brain to focus on nothing but that. Finally, the pressure snapped low in my belly, and I buried my face into Carter’s shoulder, dampening my cry. He wasn’t too far behind me, and he grunted into my chest as he came. 

We both stayed like this for a moment, panting as we came down from the high. Once my head was a little clearer, I laughed, which caused Carter to raise an eyebrow. “You know when a girl laughs while you’re inside her, it’s not typically a good thing.” 

I scoffed. “No.....it’s just...... I should have known you would be someone who liked being a little more dominating during sex.”

“You liked it. You know you did.” 

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. Carter’s beeper went off and we both looked down at his pants on the floor. That’s when reality came back in. “Oh my god.” I groaned and laid my head on his shoulder. “We just had sex in the films room.”

I sat back up and slowly pulled off of Carter. The sudden emptiness was jarring, but I needed to get back to my patients. I grabbed a new gauze and cleaned myself up the best I could before I offered one to Carter. He took it and did the same with himself.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he tucked himself back in his pants before zipping and buttoning up. 

“Yeah.” I breathed out. “That was just......very unexcepted. We literally just had sex at work.” I paused for a moment to collect myself, feeling Carter’s eyes on me. “We both need to get back out there, or someone is going to come looking for us. They paged you, so you go out first and I’ll clean up.” 

“Okay.” Carter mumbled. 

I continued cleaning up the room, not saying anything else. Eventually I heard the door open as he left. Once it was closed, I let out a sigh and sat down, putting a hand on my mouth. 

What the hell did I just do? 

“I’ll be right back.” I told my patient and opened up the curtain to go grab the needed medication. I got into the drug lock up and began searching, when I felt a presence behind me, blocking me in where I was. 

“You bit me. Hard.” 

I swallowed. “Well, you didn’t want the whole emergency room to hear me, now did you?” Carter moaned behind me and moved my hair, kissing the back of my neck. “I have patients.” Another kiss. “And so do you.” I felt his hands grip my hips. “Carter......”

“Hey Evie— oh!” Carter and I quickly turned to see Chuny standing in the doorway. She had a knowing smirk on her face, like the Cheshire cat. Carter cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair as he tried to create space between us. “Never mind.” 

Chuny turned and walked back down the hall. I sighed and turned to Carter. “We can talk about this later, okay?” And with that I grabbed the medication and headed back to my patient, knowing full well the avalanche of hospital gossip that was about to hit us. 

I stuck my current patient’s orders in the holder and sighed. Didn’t a storm coming, mean people should stay home? I shook my head and sat in the open seat at admit, thankful for the moment of peace to get off my feet. 

“The 92-year-old dislocated ankle in exam one has been reduced.” I heard Carter say behind me. I turned as he passed by the window and around to the desk. “Lydia, give her a Vicodin and tell her to stay off her skates.” 

“92 years old and she still skates?” Kerry asked. She looked up and pointed at Carter’s neck. “You got something on your neck.”

“Looks like somebody bit you.” Lydia added, examining the bite. 

“Uh, yeah.” Carter stepped back. “I think I might have hit something when I fell down.” He walked around to my left side and bent down. “Told you, you bit me.” He said in a low, hushed tone. 

I turned and finally got to see the thing. It was pretty nasty. “Sorry.” I mumbled and went to check the board, passing Malik. 

“Now that’s what I’m talking about.” I heard him admire. It took everything not to turn back around, knowing he was checking me out. 

“Hey, Carter,” Jerry started. “Roxanne called. Twice.” 

That’s when I felt my heart constrict. What the hell was I thinking? I had sex with Carter at work, and he had a girlfriend. I quickly grabbed a chart and headed back to curtains, praying I wouldn’t have to see him for the rest of my shift. 

That hope was quickly dashed as word of a mass causality event occurred. I began running around, assisting in stocking every station and trauma room. The victims were all kids, so it was definitely going to be a hard one. I threw on a trauma gown, gloves, and eyewear before making my way out to the ambulance bay. As the first ambulance pulled up, Chuny came over and bumped my shoulder, giving me another one of those smiles. I just chose to ignore it and focus on what was in front of us. 

I got stuck with the third ambulance, a young girl with blunt force trauma to the chest, with Lucy, Chuny, and Carter. As we wheeled her into Exam Two, the sound of the girl next door screaming filled the air as we worked. Lucy and Carter found that the girl had a ruptured diaphragm and her intestines had shifted. We got her stabilized, thankfully, and rushed up to surgery. 

Once she was out, I floated around on a couple of more minor cases until a hypothermic kid came in. We took him into an exam room, and he was throwing multiple PVCs. We started warming him before Kerry Weaver joined us. That was until she got the word that Doug and Jeanie had been in an accident. She went out to meet them, but I had to find her soon after when the kid started tanking. Carter realized he had conductive loss and we had to get him out of his wet clothes. He to eventually stabilized and the ER began to slow down as we pushed towards the morning. As the night shift ended, I was grateful to finally be able to grab my stuff and head out. I needed a hot shower and sleep. 

But I guess the night wasn’t finished with me yet. 

“Evie!” I sighed and kept walking out of the ambulance bay doors, grabbing hold of the strap of my bag. “Evie!” I heard him huff behind me. I still didn’t turn. “Evie!” This time, I felt a hand grab my arm and spin me around. “Would you please stop and talk to me?” 

“I don’t have anything to say to you Carter.” 

“Please Evie—” 

“I don’t want to hear it.” 

“Please listen. I like you. A lot. You’re the only person who drives me crazy like you do. And I like it. You make me a better person and a better doctor for it. We need to talk about what happened.” 

“No, we don’t.” I turned and started walking again.

“Evie wait!” 

“No, Carter!” I exclaimed, turning to face him. “What happened in there......” My voice broke and I swallowed. “It was great. I can’t deny that. And honestly, things have probably been building to it. But it still shouldn’t have happened. I mean, you’re with Roxanne, right?”  

“Evie—” 

“Are you still with Roxanne?” 

Carter sighed. “Yes.” 

I closed my eyes as the sting of his words settled on me. I took a deep breath and looked back at him. “No matter how much we both liked what happened today, you just made me the one thing I never wanted to be: the other woman. My mom was devastated when my dad cheated and left. I promised I would never do that to somebody else, but here I am. So no, Carter, I don’t have anything else to talk to you about. Go home and call your girlfriend.” 

I grabbed hold of my bag again and left the ambulance bay; Carter didn’t try to stop me this time. I don’t know if that made me feel better or worse. I was mostly just thankful that I made it all the way onto the train before I started crying. 

[lura-valentine]

The son of the blue flame Dabi

MHA / BNHA Fanfact

Kaji Black (OC)

World of My Hero Academia / Boku no Hero Academia

With the exception of Kaji and Rain, all characters belong to Kōhei Horikoshi

Please note that English is not my first language. So forgive me for mistakes

–> To Profil from Kaji #kaji black character profil

He learned to dance from Rain. According to his mother, dance moves are the key to good hand-to-hand combat

Kaji has an almost photographic memory, which allows him to analyze fighting patterns, weaknesses and movement sequences at lightning speed

He hates hospitals and doctors because as a child, he often had to undergo examinations due to his training (when he trained alone)

His hair is sacred to him. If anyone tries to touch the white strand, he slaps their hand away in a flash – Except by his mother (and boyfriend/girlfriend)

Speaks fluent English, Japanese and German

Has a passionate weakness for nougat

Kaji loves old books, especially about myths – not because he believes in them, but because he seeks his own reflection in them. (He is a phoenix, after all)

(Not for the Lore) He often contradicts Dabi, driving him so mad that Rain has to intervene. Often, both of them end up getting a dressing down

(Not for the Lore) He learned from his father how to intimidate and unsettle his opponent with nothing but a single look

On the outside, he appears calm and composed like Dabi, but beneath that surface lies his hyperactive true self. So he stands before his opponent, looking relaxed, flashing a confident, challenging smile – while in his head, he's bouncing on his toes like a kickboxer, fists raised like a complete idiot

Is afraid of fire. Who would have thought that the son of the (probably) two most powerful fire Quirk users couldn't tolerate heat?

Feels most comfortable at temperatures from -10°C (14 °F) to -30°C (-22 °F)

His quirk slows him down after prolonged use and makes him sluggish

When he gets angry, the temperature around him instantly drops. A silent warning that his patience is slowly waning

He likes to sleep on his side, lying on one of his wings while the other wing lies over him like a blanket

He keeps his distance from strangers, but once someone has gained his loyalty, he will silently go through hell for that person. However, his loyalty must first be earned

Despite his pride in his heritage, he avoids calling himself a Villain. He is a mercenary who decides for himself what is important to him and what isn't

[demigodsanswer]

percabeth blind date & secret relationship

Boozy drag brunch with Annabeth was always one of the high points of Piper's week. While Percy spent his Sunday morning in a kickboxing class with Clarisse, Piper got Annabeth all to herself.

"I can't believe you're putting an end to these," Piper said, sipping her bloody Mary.

Annabeth shoveled french toast and whipped cream onto her fork with an eye roll. "I'm not putting an end to it."

"You just told me you are Percy and going to try for a baby soon," Piper said.

"That doesn't mean this will end. I'll be here weekly, drinking orange juice from a Champaign flute. And anyway, it might take a while to get pregnant," Annabeth said. "And before long, I can bring the baby. I'm sure they'll be a smash hit."

"I hope you're joking," Piper said.

"Obviously," Annabeth said with a smile. "I'm gonna run to the bathroom, but they can take my plate if they come around."

Piper nodded as Annabeth excused herself.

Piper clicked around on her phone a bit, when she heard Annabeth's buzz. She'd left it by her plate. Piper tried not to snoop but ... was that the Tinder logo?

Piper picked up the phone, sure she'd seen wrong. Annabeth would never ... Percy would die if she ... They were going to have a baby!

It was Tinder. Annabeth had gotten a message from someone named Indigo. Piper couldn't help herself. Call it love goddess instincts or a friendly intervention, she wasn't about to let Annabeth throw away her marriage for some dude named Indigo.

She unlocked Annabeth's phone, already familiar with her password, and scrolled through the messages. Indigo had texted Annabeth a location and a time -- today at 7:30, a fancy Italian place.

Indigo

I can't wait to meet you.

You look so beautiful

Piper scrolled up in their messages, and nearly dropped Annabeth's phone into her left overs when saw pictures of Indigo's dick and balls (well, if Annabeth was going to cheat, at least this man was impressive), and above it, a full-frontal nude of her friend.

Piper locked the phone and set it back where it had been, making her own note on her own phone to go to that restaurant tonight at 7:30 and see this for herself. And then, gods help her, she was going to have to break the news to Percy.

~

Il Forno seemed like the perfect place to conduct an affair, Piper thought. It was dark, most of the tables were booths with high backs to conceal patrons, and the bar was all the way in the back, away from the window.

From her spot at the bar, Piper saw Annabeth enter, looking all dolled up -- dress, makeup, heels -- things Annabeth never wore unless she had to. Piper's heart sunk. She was starting to think she didn't know her friend at all.

The hostess led her to a table. The mystery man's back was to Piper when he stood to take Annabeth's coat from her. But even from her distant viewing point, she could tell the man was looking her over, and Annabeth might as well have been posing for his evaluation.

They slid into the booths, out of her view.

Well, now or never.

"Annabeth," Piper said, marching up to the table. She couldn't bring herself to look at the mystery man.

"Piper?" Annabeth said, her face flushing with shame at being caught.

"How could you do this?" Piper asked her. She spotted Annabeth's left hand. It was free of her wedding and engagement ring. She'd spent weeks with Percy to pick out the perfect ones! "I can't --"

"Piper --" the mystery man said, his voice low.

No, no mystery man.

Piper turned to actually look at Indigo.

When on earth had Percy grown a mustache?

"Oh what the hell?" Piper asked.

Annabeth scooted into the booth, and patted the seat for Piper to sit.

"You were on Tinder," Piper said. And then she looked at Percy and pointed to his wife, accusingly. "She was sending nudes to some guy on Tinder."

Both of them flushed. Annabeth took out her phone and showed Piper her Tinder account. Her name was Elizabeth Bennett, her photos were all stock images of owls, and there was otherwise very little information. Percy profile was similarly bare, populated only with images of the beach.

"So this is all just you two having a little adventure?" Piper clarified. They both nodded. "And the pictures you got were actually of ..." she pointed to Percy, who had buried his face in his hands at the realization that Piper had seen his dick picks. "Good for you, girl," Piper said to Annabeth, who did finally smile.

"Well!" Piper said. "So sorry to ruin your night!"

"You're a good friend, Piper," Percy promised, his face still red. "I appreciate your willingness to do this when you thought ..."

"Any time," she said.

"Be honest, how do you feel about the mustache?" Percy asked.

"Not my favorite," Piper said. "But it does make you look more like a man named Indigo."

Percy smiled and nodded. "I'll take it."

"Enjoy your night, Elizabeth," Piper said, sliding out of the booth.

"You too, Pipes," Annabeth said.

"And change your phone passcode maybe?" Piper suggested.

Annabeth laughed. "Sure."

[blackcatxmagic]

Open starter @cardinalstart (cap of 3 - 2 taken) Location: Outside Castillo's Boxing Gym

Valentino Malory St. Clair, do not break this window right now, Vale thought. That wasn't something a person would typically need to talk themselves out of, but Vale wasn't really the typical kind of person. Even though it was his fault, he was this close to losing his temper and smashing his car window. Hell, his fists were even clenched, as if he was about to punch the glass, which would hurt like hell but also feel so fucking good at the same time. Don't do it, he thought. "Don't do it don't do it don't do it," he muttered, this time out loud. That was his whole point to coming here to the Castillo's, wasn't it? Vale was trying to find healthier ways to channel his anger, and kickboxing seemed to be helping, though that wasn't the case today. Maybe it was because he'd had a truly terrible morning. Things at the ranch were...well, not easy, and Vale felt very out of place (but it also felt right to be there in a way he couldn't explain - Vale was a man of many dichotomies), and he missed Seattle; sleepy little Cardinal Hill was so different from what he was used to. So his nerves were already frayed, and now this happened. It would be so easy to break the window, he thought, though obviously it wouldn't be because car windows were stronger than a window one might have in their home usually. But his keys were right there on the seat, just a pane of glass and a locked car door between them.

So yeah, Vale wanted to break the window, wanted to badly, and he maybe would have if he wasn't in tune with his emotions just enough to realize he wouldn't necessarily be breaking the glass to get to his keys. While kickboxing was helping, Vale found that he had all this anger still, this unbridled fury even at times. It was always there, simmering just below the surface, and sometimes it came out in bursts of rage. The therapist his parents had insisted he go to back in Seattle had told him that it was because he kept it bottled up most of the time. The pressure kept building until it eventually burst out of him. So that was why he'd gotten into kickboxing before leaving Seattle and was continuing it now. Closing his eyes, Vale took a deep breath, willing himself to calm down, counting down from ten. By the time he got to zero, Vale felt a little more leveled out, and he opened his eyes, though he couldn't resist smacking his hand against the window just once. He needed a phone, so Vale turned around to realize he had an audience, though hopefully it hadn't been for this whole time. "I locked my keys in my car," he told the person watching him. "So...yeah, that sucks."

[gotcursed]

defenseless.

rated e for explicit sexual content — 18+ — minors dni.

a/n: just a lil somethin' while i work on some other stuff. enjoy!

maya lopez x reader ; until you can beat her in a sparring bout, maya's going to keep taking what she wants from you.

warnings: nsfw, explicit smut, afab language, light degradation, light dubcon, choking, rough sex, semi-public sex, strap-ons.

You’re not restrained, but Maya’s weight is holding you down. Your hands are free, but one of hers is pinning your head to the mats. You can kick your legs, but it won’t do you any good; her knees are pressed outward between your thighs, holding your legs open, and you’re nowhere near as strong as she is.

You’re hers for the taking, but you like that.

And she likes how you go limp beneath her as soon as she ruts against your ass. Says it feels like she’s fucking the fight out of you, taking your power, turning you into something small and breakable and entirely hers.

You can last longer than almost anyone else at the gym against her in the ring, but the second she gets you on your belly it’s all over. It’s primal instinct, you think, to want to bend and offer when you’re down on the mats like that, but Maya doesn’t even give you enough room for it. She’s too busy laying herself across your back, holding your head down, pinning your hips to the ground over and over and over again with each rough thrust of her hips. And you can’t decide whether you love or hate how used and useful you feel beneath her. 

Clothed, unclothed. In the middle of the night or during a busy day. On the mats, in the ring, in the showers, over her bike in the parking lot. However she wants to take you, she does. Whenever she wants to, as often as she wants to…and you can’t stop her.

“Please hurry,” you tell her, dropping your hands into desperately clenched fists as soon as you’ve rushed through the words. 

Maya knows as well as you that there’s a kickboxing class in fifteen minutes and if she doesn’t pick up the pace you’ll be left to clean up whatever mess you make on the floor as the students arrive.

The only response you get is a frustrated exhale and the blunt head of her strap-on cock dragging through your wet slit as she reaches down with her free hand to guide it into your waiting hole. She sinks right in, bottoming out in an instant, like your pussy is sucking her in on its own, and the stretch is so fucking sweet. Her grip shifts from your head to your throat so she can feel any noises you make and so you’re less inclined to fight back because you know how easy it would be for her to steal your breath for good.

You want to look at her but with a hand around your throat and your cheek smushed against the mats there’s no good angle. You  miss her smirk and the little crease that forms between her brows when she’s focused, and you want to watch her eyes darken with desire as she stuffs your pussy full of cock right out in the open at the gym where anyone could walk in and see exactly how much of a pathetic little thing you are for her.

The thought makes you tense up, makes you clench, eyes rolling back in your head at the heavy pressure between your legs as she splits you open with a brutally deep thrust. As soon as the resulting groan rumbles in your chest and spills out of your mouth her hand tightens around your throat, fingers flexing, nails catching against your skin, and you swear you can feel her everywhere. On every inch of your skin, filling you entirely, striking every last nerve in your body like her only goal in life is to set you ablaze. If Maya’s the one lighting the flame, you’re going to let yourself burn every single time.

You’re cursing aloud and you know she’s watching your mouth when she presses up with her fingers and lifts your chin, tilting your head just enough for you to lock eyes for a split second before her gaze wanders down to your parted lips. Being watched has never been your favorite thing, not by a long shot, but Maya makes it palatable. Hell, she makes it pleasurable. Turns the anguish of being perceived into a tingly bliss beneath the weight of her sharp, dark eyes that betray nothing but carnal desire when she looks at you in moments like these. 

You get a hand as close to your chest as you can, which isn’t as close as it should be with your front pressed against the mats, but it’s fine; Maya knows what you mean even as you butcher the simple sign for please.

Before you know it she’s easing back and pulling out and you’re about to start begging her to fill you again because this isn’t what you meant by please, but then her hands are closing around your waist and pulling you back with her, yanking you up onto all fours like a fucking rag doll, like it takes nothing to move you, and Maya’s settling on her knees behind you with a hand splayed across your lower back and the other pawing at your ass. Pulling you open to watch the thick strap slide back into your soft wet hole.

Maya’s ruthless from there. She slaps your ass, scrapes her nails down your back until your skin breaks, fucks herself deep into your leaking cunt until it hurts a little and your muscles go slack to save yourself from the ache, and then she keeps going. Pressing an arch into your spine, dragging your hips back against her brutal thrusts to make sure you feel every fucking inch of her cock stretching you open, keeping you stuffed, filling you like only she can.

By the time you break, gushing onto the mats as Maya pulls out and runs her thumb over the quivering hole she’s left behind, there are barely a few minutes to spare before the gym fills with people. She tugs your pants up and pats the side of your thigh.

“You made a mess,” she tells you with a pointed look, brows raising as you roll over onto your back.

“Your fault.”

Maya hauls you to your feet, smirking faintly as she looks down at you. “It’s my fault that you can’t control your sloppy little cunt? I don’t think so.” She lifts a hand, patting your cheek so firmly it almost feels like a smack, lips spreading into your favorite crooked grin, the one that's charming and lazy and makes you want to drop down and offer yourself to her all over again. “You better clean this up fast if don't want everyone to find out you've been whoring yourself out at the gym."

[carodibs]

The Fractured But Whole but the kids’ main outfits are their superhero costumes and their superhero costumes are their casual wear.

Timothy Douglas/Guns n’ Roses

Class - Psychic Pyromancer

Race - Post-Human

Sexuality - Bisexual Cis Male

Alignment - Chaotic Good

Power Source - The electric guitar

Weakness - Stairs

From a well-behave boy of a few words to a mischievous rebel who can speak telepathically through his guitar. Every string Guns n’ Roses pulled can bring hell in his path and won't hesitate to incinerate his enemies if he so desires. However, that's only for the big baddies! Despite Guns n’ Roses’s thirst for violence, he's still a kind-hearted kid at heart when Timothy is the one in control of the guitar.

Kenneth Tyson/Bloodlust

Class - Brutalist

Race - Unknown

Sexuality - Bisexual Cis Male

Alignment - Chaotic Neutral

Power Source - Azathoth

Weakness - Poverty

Every night, there's bound to be a massacre where criminal activity takes place. Criminals who survived the massacre lived to tell the tale of Bloodlust. An undying entity who doesn't get tired or defeated no matter the state he's in. He won't stop spilling blood until every criminal is either injured or killed. Bloodlust may be a wicked beast who will kill anything on sight but in reality, he's actually a caring brother and son to his family, and the lust part doesn't mean he enjoys seeing people dying. It actually means his dirty mind and his interest in Timothy.

Tollers Williams/Kickbox

Class - Martial Artist

Race - Human

Sexuality - Straight Cis Male

Alignment - Lawful Good

Power Source - Black Belt

Weakness - Dodgeballs

After years of learning kickboxing at a younger age with his father, Kickbox harnesses his inner beast’s power to make a perfect battle between him and his enemies. His instincts and awareness of his surroundings are off the roof, and no threat can ever pin him down to the floor. No matter what, Kickbox is always on top of many defeated foes with a stoic look on his face. That is until someone happened to have a dodgeball with them.

Twain Wonder/Roaring Inferno

Class - Primal Blaster

Race - Hybrid Dinosaur

Sexuality - Homosexual Cis Male

Alignment - Neutral

Power Source - Love

Weakness - Caffeine Addiction

Born from the grounded-up beans growing from his fossilized carcass, Roaring Inferno rises to wreak havoc once again. Well, at least for a bit as a human boy defeated him and taught him a lesson (And then fell in love). He's now a baker and coffee barista at his family’s coffee shop with the help of his flames that can instantly get hot orders done. As long as he kept his aggression through a lot of things he could cope with, he is a good friend to be around!

Stanley Kimble/Quickdraw

Class - Gunslinger Animal Whisperer

Race - Human

Sexuality - Straight Cis Male

Alignment - Lawful Neutral

Power Source - Nature

Weakness - Seeing animals getting hurt or killed

Quickdraw can excuse killing people and monsters, but draws the line on killing animals. One shot at an animal equals a shot in the head from Quickdraw. He speaks for nature and will do anything to protect the wildlife from pesky dangers. Ironically, his sniper is made by his Uncle Jimbo, a hunter who hunts animals. Also, the red cardinal he has with him 24/7, is an ex-member of the woodland critters and is seeking redemption by following Quickdraw everywhere to see what can it do to redeem itself through his actions.

An edit I made of them :)

[twowaywardorphansjournal]

Dean Masterlist

Dean x Reader Ficlets/Drabbles

Angst

Burning - reader looks for MoC! Dean

Fragile - reader has a panic attack

I Don’t Care - Song prompt, "I Don't Care" by Shivaree

Mercy - Dean comes running when you ask for help

Monster - Song Prompt, "Cold" by Crossfade

No - Prompt "What is it about no that you don't understand?"

Poison - Reader drinks to avoid her pain

Rock - Dean comforts Reader when they can't sleep

Truth or Lies - Reader confronts Dean about a lie

Weighted - Reader struggles with anxiety and insomnia

Weightless - Secondary to Weighted. Reader looks for other avenues to help with anxiety.

Fluff

Break Time - Dean promises a break in between research

Could Be Worse - Dean helps reader after a hunt

Everything - Song prompt, "Everything" by Brad Paisley

Fair Grounds - Dean and Reader hunt at a fair

Girl’s Night - prompt request about chocolate

Hotel California - challenge entry for Colts and Quills

It's Nothing - Song prompt, "Distance" by Christina Perri

Journey - There's a visitor in bed

Lord of the Lies - Song prompt, "Lie to Me" by Bon Jovi

Lullaby - Dean and Sam babysit

Mama’s Plan - Reader dreams about Mary

Point of Interest - Dean searches through boxes in the Bunker

Prom Night - Team hunts down a ghost at a school dance

Spa Day - Dean offers to make up your canceled Spa plans

Smut(ish)

Arrivals - Dean meets reader at the airport

Crashing Waves - Reader reminisces on her introduction to Dean

Dress Me Up and Throw Me Down - Reader convinces Dean to go into a costume shop

Knock - Song prompt, "Love Song" by Tesla

Morning Laundry - reader ends up wearing Dean's sweatpants

Muffled - Dean and Reader try to stay quiet

Red - Dean and Reader go on an anniversary date

Round One - Dean interrupts your kickboxing workout

Seriously - vacation means trying anything once

Combination

If I Told You - There's a first time for everything

Night Off - You and Dean go out to blow off some steam from a long week

Only One - Part 1 Part 2 - While out on a hunt with Sam and Dean, things go sideways, forcing an awkward conversation.

Resume - Team has to interview a professor

Shadows - Reader tries to help out on a werewolf hunt

Undone - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 - Demon!Dean hangs out in rural Wisconsin. As the events of the night unfold, Reader learns more about Dean and about herself.

Zero Chance - Part 1 Part 2 - Team hunts down witches in a local club, causing some heated moments between you and Dean.

One Shot Fics (Non-Reader)

Hell Says Hello - Song Prompt, "The Worst Day Since Yesterday" by Flogging Molly

Never Again - Dean reminisces about Home

Stake Out - Dean and Sam hunt a Banshee

Tiger Lily - First person POV, OFC runs into Dean after two years

[ghostkingart]

Eepy Chibis?!?! I’m sold. Vessel does so much weird goofy stuff he really lends himself to being meme’d in chibi form. Like the skip dancing, (hell ivy was skipping recently even lol) the kickboxing, the weightlifting, he really is just a strange little man who is so loveable. Excited to see what you do with him

you're so right!! Ves is so silly he gives a lot of drawing opportunities

for now I could do the kiss from Budapest and some boxing but I might do more later 🫶

[wannaeatramyeon]

Gun + Goo with Reader: Nobody talks like that

G/N. Silly. Goo x Reader if you squint. Follow up here

It's easy to forget how wordy and verbiose Gun could be when you get him talking about fighting.

Heavens have mercy.

Goo only asked a simple question about the merits of some training or another and, glancing quickly at your watch, you don't think Gun has shut up for about five minutes.

Goo shuffles his weight next to you, legs going dead from sitting in the same position, clearly waiting for the guy to shut the fuck up as well.

You look over and catch his eye, see your boredom reflected back and stifle a giggle.

"-in a fight between Taekwondo and Kickboxing-"

"-of course to be truly proficient in-"

Goo's arm snakes around your shoulder, pulling you close enough to whisper in your ear and send tingles down your spine.

"Nobody talks like that. Who even fucking asked?"

This time you're unsuccessful with holding back your laughter, earning a death glare from Gun.

"Hey you bastard," Gun's gaze shifts to Goo as he rises to your defence, the blonde flashing you a grin, "Thanks for the lecture and sucking all life from the room. Please hurry the hell up and draw your card."

Nobody moves, nobody says a word.

You wonder if Gun is going to throw the first punch.

Instead he closes his eyes and takes a very deep breath. You swear you can hear him count to ten.

He draws the next card.

Thank fuck for that.