#marv smut

[xcherryerim]

Uncover (My Pretty Boy)

Marv x gn!reader

tw: Mentions of bullying (once) | angst & fluff | insecure marv | mostly plot | established relationship | handjob to marv

notes: guys i’m so sorry but tbh i didn’t really try with this one bc i know not a lot of ppl won’t read it but still wanted to write for marv.

After inviting your friends over to your house that you shared with Marv, you noticed how badly they talked about your boyfriend so, you screamed at them to leave, sadly Marv saw everything.

In the dimly lit room, the tension hung heavy in the air as Marv stood there, tears glistening on his cheeks beneath the red superhero mask he always had on. As you approached him, You could sense the weight of his pain and insecurity overflowing him.

"You heard, didn't you?" you asked, reaching out to gently cup his face. "I'm sorry my friends said those things about you, okay? You know I don't think that way," you reassured him, thumbs circulating his cheeks to ease him down.

With a trembling hand, you brushed his hair aside to get a better look at his face, noticing his black eyeliner smudging. As you try to clean it up he flinched and avoided your gaze, looking away instead to the door your friends rushed to a few seconds ago. His body hunched over as if he was once again the bullied kid on the playground.

"Yeah, I know you yelled at them pretty bad..." he responded hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper. Finally, after a few long moments, he managed to lift his head and look directly at you. The ceiling lights making his teary eyes shine brightly.

"You don't think I'm weird, right?" he asked, his voice wavering while he bit his lip, a habit of his when he was anxious.

Smiling reassuringly, you grabbed him tightly, causing him to gasp a little, his puppy eyes opening wide. "Everyone is weird in their own ways, Marvyn," You replied, using his full name tenderly. "But you? You're the most sane person I know."

The shared laughter filled the room, and Marv pulled you close, wrapping his arms around in a closer embrace, and you could feel how your hearts beat in sync with one another. After a few moments, he pulled back just enough to look at you, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Yeah, right," he murmured, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You laughed softly and reached for his mask, intending to remove it, but he grabbed your wrist gently, halting your movement. "I don't want to take it off yet..." he whispered, his hazel eyes reflecting a mix of insecurity and fear.

Standing there, uncertain of what to do, you realized that despite dating Marvyn for four months, you had never seen him without his mask. You knew now that it wasn't due to an obsession with superheroes, as you had initially assumed; rather, it was a shield he used to protect himself from the world, especially from his past.

"Please?" You begged, pouting playfully, as your eyes were filled with determination.

Marvyn hesitated, his voice barely audible. "But if I take it off, you'll think I'm—" His words trailed off, worry etched across his features. His hands fidgeted with the end of his shirt.

In an attempt to ease his anxiety, you interrupted him, using a tone deliberately cheesy. "I'll think you're the most precious angel sent from above," you declared, hoping to coax him into removing the mask. To your delight, he let out a soft giggle, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Besides," yoh added, "your mask doesn't hide your face that much, you know?"

"Yeah, I'm aware," he sighed, his breath hitching as you trailed gentle kisses along his neck, easing his tension.

"Please?" You reiterated, voice soft and persuasive.

He hesitated, stammering before finally nodding.

Heart racing, you carefully removed the mask, eyes widening at the sight beneath. Your breath caught in your throat, and with a soft smile, you murmured, "You're so..."

Marvyn groaned, trying to grab the mask from your grasp, his eyes darting around the room in a mixture of panic and embarrassment. "This was a bad idea," he protested, his voice shaking slightly.

You snatched the mask away, holding it between your fingers as if it were a precious artifact. "Pretty," you whispered, your voice barely audible as you gazed at his exposed face. The words hung in the air, heavy with emotion, and Marvyn's eyes fluttered shut as if he couldn't bear to look at you.

Once finished, you lifted his chin, showing him an honest smile, happy to see your boyfriend's unobstructed face. "Pretty?" Marvyn repeated, his face flush with embarrassment at the compliment. His eyes snapped open, locking onto yours with a mixture of shame and vulnerability.

Nodding, you gently took his arm, guiding him toward the bathroom where you planned to help him remove his smudged makeup. Initially, he resisted, his body tense and unyielding. But you persisted, your touch gentle yet firm, until he finally relented, allowing you to assist him.

"I love you more than anything," You whispered softly, Your hand tenderly wiping away the layers of concealment he used to hide behind.

Marvyn sighed, his voice filled with doubt. "I know it's just hard to believe that you do because," he admitted. "How can you date someone like me?" he questioned.

The room fell quiet for a few seconds, and you swore you could hear your heart breaking at his question. How could you not love him, should be the question. You knew what happened with your friends brought him back to the past he desperately tried to avoid.

Your response was prompt, hand resting on the back of his head as you continued removing his makeup. "I'm weird too," You countered, the connection deepening as you both shared this private moment, as imperfections laid bare before each other.

"But look at me," Marvyn groaned, a hint of self-consciousness in his voice. "You deserve a boyfriend who won't embarrass you.”

You silenced him with a firm grip on his jaw, leaning in to capture his lips in a passionate yet quick kiss. His chapped lips rosed against yours desperately.

"Fuck them," You whispered against the rim of his mouth, pulling back slightly. "It's just you and me." With a wink and a smile, you led him to the couch, softly placing his head on your lap as you played with his brownish hair. Trying to bring some sort of normalcy to the night.

The room was filled with the sounds of his favorite superhero movie, creating a comfortable atmosphere between the two. Inside, however, Marvyn was struggling with an internal debate before finally finding the courage to speak.

As he stood up, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. He took your hand in his, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I think I'm ready," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. You looked into his eyes, seeing the raw vulnerability there, and your heart melted.

"For what, baby?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

"I want to sleep with you," Marvyn confessed, his face flushing with embarrassment. You could feel his heart pounding against your hand, and you knew this was a big step for him. In the four months you'd been dating, you'd never slept together, content to let him take things at his own pace. And you were fine with that, knowing that he needed time to feel comfortable around you.

"Are you sure? I said I'm willing to wait until you feel ready," you reminded him gently.

He held your hands tightly, his lips brushing against them as he insisted. "I am ready. Please?" His eyes were filled with a desperation that broke your heart, and you knew you couldn't deny him.

You nodded, a smile spreading across your face. “Let’s start with something simple for today, okay? “

you began to kiss him through his clothing, overpowering his apprehension with tender, lingering touches, ensuring that you wouldn't overwhelm him by stripping him completely. As you undid his belt and slowly unzipped his pants, you could feel Marvyn's body twitching at the slightest touch, aching for more.

You paused, concern etched on your face. "If you want me to stop, just tell me, alright?" You say, making sure to respect his boundaries and give him a clear outlet for his feelings. He nodded softly, his eyes locked on yours, his anticipation palpable as you slowly slid down his boxers, revealing him to you.

"Of course," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he watched your every move. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart, and without any further hesitation, you began to pump him gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He let out a soft whimper, his head rolling back in pleasure while his eyes were shut.

"You okay?" You asked, needing to ensure he was still certain about this.

He nodded, his eyes opening slightly, a soft smile on his lips. "Yes, just keep going, please," he breathed, his body tensing up in anticipation.

As you continued to pleasure him, you noticed how rigid his body was, even though he seemed to be enjoying it.

"Hey," you whispered, stopping momentarily, "it's okay to let go and enjoy yourself."

Marvyn sighed, nodding, and allowed himself to fully relax into the experience. His eyes closed once again, and you saw a small smile tug at the corners of his lips. Encouraged, you resumed your ministrations, watching as his body slowly loosened up and gave itself over to the sensations. His breath started to hitched, and he moaned softly, wrapping his arms around your shoulders for support. Your heart swelled with pride at being able to give him such pleasure.

"It feels nice…" He whimpered out his eyes opening slightly to look at you work him out, his voice filled with pleasure.

Hearing his words made you feel like you were doing something right, and you continued to stroke him gently, adjusting your pace to match his rhythm. "Good, glad you're enjoying it," you said softly, keeping your gaze locked on his.

His eyes closed once more, and he leaned into you, his body trembling slightly. You could sense he was close by the way his legs kept twitching, and you wanted nothing more than to make this experience perfect for him. With a final surge of momentum, you increased your speed, watching as his entire body froze up before he cried out in pleasure, eyes wide and face flushed.

As his orgasm subsided, you held him close, allowing him to catch his breath. "That was amazing," he whispered, looking up at you, his eyes filled with gratitude and admiration. You smiled shyly, feeling a surge of happiness at his praise. "Glad you liked it," you said, trying to play it cool despite the warmth spreading through your chest.

He sat up, pulling you into a warm embrace, hugging you tightly. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible against your chest. "That...that really meant a lot to me." You returned the hug, knowing that you had done something special for him today.

"I'm happy that you let me do that for you," you responded, kissing his cheek. He smiled, a small, genuine smile that lit up his face. "I'm happy I let you do that too," he said, running his fingers through your hair. "I needed that."

As you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and happiness. This was what it was all about – making each other feel good, and being there for each other when it mattered most. You knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together, and you were excited to see what the future held for the two of you.

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[amaranthmori]

[fhrlclln]

Oh man I'd love to see like rockstar!eddie buy his first big mansion with her and him wanting to have sex in every room. I just think it's so cute that she's his high-school sweetheart. I can just hear eddie being like "come on sweetheart heart let me eat you out infront of this big fire place tonight."

rockstar! eddie x wife! reader

HE’LL MAKE HIS NO. 1 GOAL TO FUCK YOU IN EVERY ROOM IN THAT BIG-ASS MANSION. i fucking love him. 😵‍💫

nsfw/smut under the cut

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eddie couldn’t exactly remember the whole scenario when he bought his first mansion here in LA. the earliest year of new fame had him only remembering the concerts, parties, fans screaming and bombastic sex with his wife. but the memory was a very memorable one, it was the one he cherished the most. knowing he went from living in hawkins, in a little trailer park, selling drugs, trying to make a buck back then to now buying a mansion, his own mansion with his own earnings from his passion and career.

even though the memory of living in hawkins was a sour one to him, it was still an important one knowing his uncle was the one who raised him alone in that miserable town before he took off to pursue corroded coffin. and now he thanked wayne by buying him first a house in a nice neighborhood before the mansion, when he got his first paycheck after corroded coffin’s debut album skyrocketed to the charts of billboard’s top 100. he was feeling extra cheeky when wayne practically hugged him tight that day, crying on his shoulder. never had he seen his uncle cried like that. and a month after that, he bought the LA mansion. he could taste the memory of you right beside him that day, how much you two changed yet still the same old highschool sweethearts back in ‘86.

life seemed to be almost perfect until it cemented that very faithful day, when you two moved in the mansion—

“eds, eddie—“ you huffed, back arching, hands planted on the stone tiles. water splashing around inside of the indoor jacuzzi, steam heating both of your bodies as eddie thrusted roughly inside of you. hair in a man bun, sweat glistening as he focused his eyes on where his cock was disappearing inside of your wet cunt. he was focused, he felt yourself tighten around him as his other hand detached from your ass, gliding down to rub on your clit. you gasped, grasping tightly on the floor as you let out whines as your breasts giggled at how rough he is.

well, he did say he was going to fuck you in every room in the mansion, wanting to bless it and all. it was a silly idea at first, but now it had you gasping at how relentless he is. and he was dead serious on making you cum right now.

“you close, baby?” he leaned down, still pounding into you, breathless and tone darker. you nodded as he kissed your neck, nipping the delicate skin as he worked his cock into you. you felt so tired as his other arm wrapped around your waist, leveraging you as you felt yourself slump a bit, a little too tired after fucking in the movie room and kitchen a while ago.

“you tired, huh?” he teasingly remarked. “don’t go slacking on me now, sweetheart. we still have 8 more rooms to go. i promised you to fuck you in every single one.”

“fuck me.” you muttered at that, how determined he is as eddie let out a laugh, roughly rubbing your clit as his cock abused your wet pussy making you cry out his name.

“i am.” he joked, gripping your boob as your brows furrowed at him. he continued his relentless pace, not stopping until the coil in your belly snapped and hot white enveloped your vision, cunt tightening around him as he let out a groan, following afterwards with one sharp thrust to shoot his load in your womb. water splashed everywhere as he gently let you go, making you slump at the wet tiles, panting breathlessly.

“fuck, that was so good, baby.” he leaned down to kiss your cheek as you groggily nodded, the cool air of the room sending shivers down your spine as his cum leaked out to drip down your inner thighs. eddie marveled at the sight of it making his spent cock slowly get hard again as he tapped your ass, wanting to move on to the next room making you groan loudly.

“c’mon, next room.”

“e-eddie, fuck you. i’m tired.” you pouted, slowly standing up to sit down back into the warm water as eddie stood up from the jacuzzi, getting a towel to wipe himself.

“but come on, sweetheart!” eddie protested, leaning down to kiss your forehead as you pinched his tummy making him yelp. “let me eat you out in-front of that big-ass fireplace in the living room. pretty please, baby?” he begged, kissing your lips as his damp hair sticked to his sweaty skin.

you bit your lip, taking in the sight of his physique as he caressed your hot skin making you squirm. you hummed, rolling your eyes before getting up, water splashing, bare body in front of him as he groaned, making grabby hands at it as you exited the jacuzzi. crossing your arms, slightly annoyed yet turned on that he’s made it his goal to fuck you in every room in the house. you’d comply, knowing how fucking lucky the two of you are to be living in this million dollar mansion. you’re proud of him for how much he’s now earned and had worked for, how could you say no to the love of your life and that pouty face he has on? you could almost get started in here again.

“fine. you better eat me out. i hate that fireplace.”

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[a3thernet]

By the Wings

Pairing: Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x afab f!reader / eventual Simon "Ghost" Riley x afab f!reader - LIGHT GHOAP down the road get on board people no use of Y/N

word count: 1.4k

CW for story and themes: pregnancy and all its trappings, canon spoilers for MW3, likely out of character shenanigans, long wait time between uploads, this is going somewhere.. maybe, angst, smut

part one

Sound, muffled and hazy, as if misremembered fills the air. Celia, your friend from spin class has pulled you to the pub on a Friday night.

“The place is always crawling with lookers.”

The selling point she always uses. Each conversation dancing around the nature of your singlehood poking a bruise still purpled, swollen and tender. You’d finally acquiesced to find that she wasn’t, in fact,  lying. The place was positively crawling with attractive men. You suddenly feel awkward and self conscious, the overconfident facade you’d assembled when dressing for the night seemingly left behind in the uber.

“I’ll just run to the restroom,” You mutter and Celia, already swept into a loud conversation with people she knows doesn’t even seem to hear you. You are pushed this way and that as you shuffle through the crowded space, it reeks of cigarettes and whiskey. You slip into the dark damp halfway leading to the gender neutral bathroom and stumbling backwards with an audible “oof” when you collide headfirst with a solid mass of muscle.

He’s caught you and his face seems caught between pissed and pleased upon further examination. 

Eyes like oceans.

You blink yourself awake and you lay settled beneath the massive comforter for an additional fifteen minutes, listening for the sound of the machine running downstairs and groaning at the smell of the brewing pot of caffeine. You close your lids tight once more, trying to will yourself back into the pub and let yourself drown in those eyes again. The effort is fruitless, the dream is gone and you’re late to log in. It’s an effort to haul yourself from your comfortable horizontal alignment and slide the chunky slippers onto your feet. A chirp and the thump of feet ascending stairs at a breakneck pace are the only warning you receive before your massive long haired feline is weaving between your ankles and curling the plume of his tail around your bare calf. 

“I know, you’ve never been fed a day in your life Marv,” You roll your eyes at the theatrics of the mouthy animal as he hounds your steps to the bathroom, leaping onto the countertop as you wash your face and knocking over your makeup brushes while you are incapacitated. You swat at him with closed eyes and sudsy hands, satisfied when the thump that tells you he’s taken your vaguely threatening hands seriously.

It’s a misty autumn morning, fog hovering above the grass of the garden like whorls of cotton candy. Fragments of sun reach the curved tips of verdant strands that glitter in the light. The coffee pot beeps to signal the ends of its cycle and the first sip, more cream than substance. Marv is finally settled high in the basket of his cat tree, contented low purring is the soundtrack for the morning.

You settle into the plush bench beside the bay window and flip open your laptop, sighing when you discover there was an update overnight. Enter the bitlocker, reconnect to the wifi, pull out your phone for the VPN token. 

60 unread messages

“I mean what the hell happened last night?” You grumble as you begin the process of sorting your inbox. 

Marv is scrambling from the tree and up the stairs to his safe haven beneath the guest bed. 

Odd. He isn’t a cat who startles easily, unless-

A knock at the front door.

A glance at the clock at the corner of your desktop tells you it’s only 6:10. Who the hell would be here this early?

You tug at the handle, the hinges whining before you receive the greeting.

Your name, in an unfamiliar voice.

The stranger at the door has a stern face, jaw and lips lined with wiry scruff and eyes the wrong shade of blue. His skin is sunken, pulled taut against his cheeks and hollow round his eye sockets. You stand there for a moment, peering through the opening of the door and watch him like a spooked animal, your robe drawn tightly across your body.

Something odd happens to your hearing when he says your name again, lilting upwards and you nod like an idiot and what you can only assume is a vacant stare.  There is a buzzing when he says “Captain John Price.” For a moment you swear all you can hear is your heartbeat, the thrum of blood in your ears. 

“Are you alright?”

“Bleedin’-  lass, you ken?”

No.

“I-I’m fine.” You reply, stilted - the voice sounds like it belongs to someone else.

“Can I come inside?”

You stare blankly at him for a few moments, the hairs prickling at the back of your neck when you stumble backward to open the door further. “Of course.”

His boots are still on when he steps past the mat. “Shoes off.” You’d tell him if your lips could form the words and “Can I get you a tea?” emerges instead, certain you appear some bumbling fool standing in the center of the room, suddenly confused in a space you’ve occupied for a year and a half, dressed in your robe and slippers.

Captain John Price looks enormous in the small living room of your flat, towering over the old hand-me -down china cabinet pressed tight to the wall, seemingly uncertain of where to settle the mass of himself. You gesture broadly at the loveseat adjacent to the larger sofa and scurry to the kitchen to rummage through the cabinet above the microwave for the electric kettle Celia brought with her on her first visit.

“Oh I don’t drink tea,” You’d told her, immediately shoving your foot in your mouth. 

Celia, never put off by your quick mouth, gives a wide grin in reply. “It’s not for you, bug.” Booping your nose with a condescending finger and dropping it on your counter. “It’s for me, and all your new friends.”

You grab a tea bag from the drawer beside the stove. 

“Are you local, Captain Price?” You ask from over your shoulder, desperate to escape the gnawing sense of dread currently clawing its way into your guts.

Perhaps it’s just a social call. 

You know better than that.

“No.”

Silence hangs in the air, thick with the anticipation of the drop. It’s like watching the clouds roll in from the sea, churning the waves and thrashing the shore with foam before the first low thrum of thunder makes its shuddering arrival. 

“I’m sorry to barge in like this, when you aren’t expecting company.”

“No, no,” You wave your hand as though to dismiss his concerns, the gesture translation more frantic than intended. “It’s no trouble. But.. how did you find me?”

He takes a sip from the cup as you watch - your eyes meeting over the glazed ceramic rim and there is something knowing there. You lean against the arm of the oversized leather couch across from him, too antsy to sit and too anxious for the real reason for the his arrival. You grip your now cooling mug with clammy hands. “How can I help you, Captain Price?”

The cup is set delicately onto the coaster of your side table with a click and the massive man leans forward  - elbows resting against knees, his fingers tented beneath the beard at his chin. “It’s about Johnny.”

There it is.

You heart is still in your chest and your head is swimming. 

“Where is he?” You croak from a mouth now vacant of any moisture. Suddenly the when and the why and the how of this call is forgotten. Your vision blurring along the peripheral and seeming to hone in on his every feature, the minute details - the furrow to his brow, the downturn of his mouth and . Captain John Price attempts to swallow, adams apple bobbing slowly as he tries to collect his words. 

“We lost him.”

“Lost?” 

As if there were any other use of the phrase.

“He didn’t make it. He was killed in the field.”

“Oh,” Is all you are able to phrase, it’s ineloquent, a gust of air - insufficient to convey the forest of thoughts and feelings you find yourself being drowned within. The mug in your grasp is held so tight the handle breaks loose from the whole in your fingers.

“He had you down as next of kin.”

That startles you more than anything else he could have said next. 

“What?” you choke, “Me? Why?”

Captain John Price looks wounded, having to say anything further, his cobalt gaze melting into something piteous when your palm moves almost instinctively to cradle the taut skin below your navel. The ceramic handle drops from your hand to thud against the rug.

There is little else to discuss.

[vanfleeter]

Bound for Earth: Chapter 3

Characters: Jake Kiszka, Josh Kiszka, Marlie (Star) Warnings: 18+ || Language. Fluff. Crush. Admitting feelings. A little bit of flirting, if you squint. More brotherly antics. Angst. Frustration. Secrets. Allusion to anxiety. Smut. Allusions to masturbation. Allusions to sex.

Bound For Earth Masterlist

Shoving Josh against the wall of the corridor, I run off into the common room and hastily greeting people as I fly by. No way am I letting Josh touch my bacon. I did call it a luxury after all. Making it up to the breakfast line, Josh appears beside me and shoves me off to the side. I shove back and we continue on with it until we’re both on the floor and wrestling each other.

“Enough you two,” I hear the robotic voice of Marvin call as he glides across the floor. “There is plenty of food for everyone.”

“Relax, Marv,” Josh says as he shoves against the tile flooring and stands to his feet. “We’re only playing around.”

“Yes well, one of these days your “playing around” will cause bodily harm..again.”

Josh holds out his hand to me and I grab hold of it. He pulls me back to my feet and fixes my hair. I swat his hands away and straighten out my clothes.

“Good morning boys,” Moira says as she hands over the bacon to put it on our trays. “How’s everything working out with the launch tomorrow?” She asks, looking at me.

“Everything looks very promising,” I say. Little does anyone know that I have a plan up my sleeve–although Josh might know. “I’ve been double checking all of the codes and such, it all looks good.”

“I cannot wait.. I’m supposed to be on that trip. I’ve been missing my daughter.”

I can’t help the smile that forms on my face. “You’ll be seeing her soon enough.” And I will be seeing Earth soon enough, if everything works out accordingly.

Taking our food and going over to an empty table, Josh sits across from me and nudges my shin with the toe of his boot. I look up at him and he cocks a brow. “This launch has to go off without a hitch,” He says.

“I know, and it will.”

“Jake, I swear to God–”

“Keep your trap shut.”

“At least take me with you,” He whispers. I shake my head and he rolls his eyes. “Come on, please?”

“You were so against this, and now all of a sudden you want to go?”

“I can’t let you experience Earth without me.”

“I’ll figure something out.”

Josh grins wickedly and happily chews on his bacon. “I really want to try waffles. You’ve had me thinking about those.”

I scoff, shaking my head. “Don’t make me regret this.”

For the rest of the day, I worked on finishing the coding for the launch while adding a couple extra spots on the cruiser. Fingers crossed no one will notice. All I know now is that I won’t have a use for Charles’ badge. I quickly toss into the incinerator before getting started on forging different ones. Since Josh decided he wanted to join me, I’ve had to come up with a plan B. So that means recreating badges from two crew members staying here in the station. We’ll be able to take their spots on the cruiser and once the launch is complete, no one can do anything. Can’t exactly turn that thing around like it’s a bus, doesn’t work that way.

My computer beeps and I look up at the screen. A smile spreads across my face.

Star: Changed your mind yet?

Setting the files off to the side, I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose and click on the message to respond.

Voyager: About telling you my last name?

Star: Yes.

Star: Why won’t you tell me?

Star: Are you in the Witness Protection Program or something?

I laugh, throwing my head back.

Voyager: No.

Star: So then why won’t you tell me?

Star: I tried looking for any and all ‘Jake’s in Texas and I don’t know which one is you. Are you a farmer? A bar owner? A teacher? A gigolo?

Voyager: Never thought of being a gigolo.Voyager: I’ll just tell you that I don’t live in Texas.

Star: Oh?

Star: Then where?

Voyager: You’d never guess.

Star: Try me..Star: Do you at least live in the US?

Voyager: I do have dual citizenship, but currently? No, I do not live in the US. But soon..

Star: You are killing me.

Voyager: Don’t you live in Texas?

Star: You already know that.Star: Are you really that afraid of telling me who you are?

Voyager: Afraid? No. Nervous? Yes.

Voyager: You wouldn’t believe me.

Star: Jake…

Voyager: Marlie..

Voyager: I do want you to know that I’ll be radio silent for a while.

Star: Why?

Star: How long?

Voyager: Six to eight months, give or take.

Star: Are you a fugitive?

Voyager: Nothing illegal..

Voyager: I think..

Star: You think?

Voyager: I’m taking a trip with my brother and we won't have much contact.

Star: Will you message me when you get to wherever you’re going?

Voyager: Why don’t I just come see you?

My heart races in my chest. Do I really want to do that?

Star: You want to come see me?

Voyager: Yes. If that’s okay.

I mentally cross my fingers as I wait for her response to come through. My heart still races and I swear I feel sweat starting to perspire on my forehead. I’m nervous over a woman I’ve never even met. Is that what having a crush feels like? Does she even feel the same way about me?

Her message pops up and I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my face.

Star: Of course it is.

Star: Call me when you make it in from your trip.

Star: 214-555-5501

I quickly scramble to find a blank sheet of paper and snatch up a pen to quickly write down her number.

Star: When do you leave?

Voyager: Tomorrow.

Star: So soon.

Star: Whatever will I do without getting to talk to you every day?

I chuckle, chewing on the end of the pen.

Voyager: You’ll survive.

Star: I hate you.

Voyager: I love you.

Wait what? My eyes shoot up to the screen. Oh god. I told her I love her? Jake, you idiot. I barely know her. I mean sure we’ve been talking for months now but I don’t love her. Do I?

A couple minutes went by as I waited for her response. My eyes are glued to the screen, my heart racing, and my palms starting to sweat. Suddenly the bubble appears as she types out a response but then it disappears. A couple more minutes go by and she still doesn’t respond. Fuck, I definitely screwed this up.

Standing up from my desk chair, I drop the pen on the desk and pace back and forth. She hasn’t logged off yet, but she hasn’t responded. My heart still races in my chest. I flex my fists, open and close, while I wait. The computer beeps and I freeze. Looking over at the screen I see that she’s sending a video chat request.

Crap..

Sitting back down in the chair, I grab the mouse in my hand. The cursor hovers over the accept button. Just do it and get it over with. Suddenly I’m clicking the accept button and she appears on the screen. Her eyes grow wide when she sees me. Her eyes. They are brown, a similar shade like me and they are beautiful. Her hair is a dark brown, almost black and it’s long enough to drape over her shoulders and down her chest. She may be dressed in only a gray sweat suit but she still looks beautiful.

Wow.

I definitely am crushing on her.

“Jake?”

I awkwardly wave. “It’s me.”

“You’re.. Oh my god.. You’re..him.”

“Define ‘him’,” I say as I lean forward on the desk.

“T-The space guy. You were born on Mars.”

“That would be me.”

“And your brother.” I nod my head and I watch as she leans back. “This.. This is not what I was expecting.”

I chuckle and slide off my glasses and I set them aside. “What were you expecting? A gigolo?”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “That was a joke.” I crack a smile. “So this trip.. Are you coming here? To Earth?”

“I’m going to try.” I say. “A lot is riding on this..”

“Is Josh coming?”

“Unfortunately..”

She giggles and the sound alone makes me feel warm. Her voice is sweet too. I don’t really have anything to compare it to, except for maybe a 1950s romance movie. “Do you not want him to come with you?”

“No, of course I do,” I say. “Just kind of stresses me out. Somehow I have to sneak us onto the cruiser.”

“How good is your stealth?”

“Umm… Not good..” I say, thinking back on getting caught driving the ATV. I don’t stop the smirk and she giggles again.

“So about what you said..”

“Oh uh–” I stammer, averting my eyes to the many files spread out on the desk before me. “That uh–that slipped..” When I finally looked back up at the screen, she had a small smile.

“You know.. There’s no shame in admitting it,” She says.

“Not too fast?” I ask, and she shakes her head.

“I might feel the same way.”

“Might?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “Guess you’ll definitely have to come here and find out.”

“Guess I will.”

I can hear voices in the background and she looks upwards before looking back at me. “I have to go, but I’ll see you when you get here. Don’t lose my number and call me when you get here.” She leans forward, her hand resting at the top of her screen. “It was nice to finally see your face.” She gives me a small wave with her other hand before the screen glitches and goes black.

Leaning back in my chair, I can’t fight the smile as it comes back in full force. I’ve only ever dreamed of this when watching movies. I never thought that I’d actually be experiencing it. I want to go to Earth now to see her again, and she can help me do everything that I’ve always been wanting. She can help me feel normal.

–

“You’re sure this is going to work?” Josh says as I hand him his helmet and the badge. He flips it over and stares at it in confusion. “Roger Flint?” He says. “Seriously? I get the guy who vomits every time he goes through the simulator?”

“You aren’t him, you’re just using it to get on board.”

“But he isn’t even meant to be on this trip.”

“He is now.” I smirk. “Now come on, we have to get on there before the others.”

Swiping the badges through the scanner, the light turns green for both of us and the doors slide open to the corridor that leads to the cruiser. We put on our helmets and help each other click them into place. I press the button that opens the sliding doors of the cruiser and we get inside. I turn to look at Josh once we’re inside and I nod my head towards the back row of seats in the cabin. Once the cruiser is in a stable position, everyone on board will be able to move freely about the big, metal pod.

Taking our seats in the back row, we buckle ourselves in and await the arrival of the others. The shields on the helmets are dark enough that no one will be able to tell that it's us. Seeing Josh move beside me, I turn my head and I see him holding his hand out to me. I reach over and hold tightly to his hand.

Step One: Board the cruiser - Check.

Soon the others were beginning to board the cruiser and buckling themselves into their seats. I quickly let go of Josh’s hand and relax back into the seat.

You can do this.

“Artemis 052, are you ready?”

“Ready,” The captain speaks. Rollin Wayne. He’s been the captain of this cruiser for the last twenty years, almost our entire lives.

“Everyone is on board, you are clear for liftoff.”

I look over at Josh and he’s tapping his fingers in a rhythmic pattern on the arm of the seat. He’s nervous. As he should be. I can’t blame him, because so am I. This is the first time doing this, we don’t know what to expect.

The cruiser begins to violently shake as it begins to detach from the station and I grip tightly to the arms of the seat.

Breathe.

Remember to breathe.

In.

Out.

Slowly.

You’ve worked for this. You didn’t do all those training sessions for nothing.

“Takeoff commences in ten…”

Breathe in.

“Nine…”

Breathe out.

“Eight…”

In.

“Seven…”

Out.

“Six… Five… Four… Three… Two… One…”

I’m being pressed into the seat, tighter than I ever expected it to be. I need to keep breathing. You can do it. Even if it’s difficult, keep breathing. The brightness of the sun fills the cabin of the cruiser and I close my eyes. Focus on your breathing. It won’t be long until the cruiser stabilizes.

The shaking and the pressure, it’s too much. My heart is pounding in my chest and my suit feels so tight against my chest. I can’t turn my head, nor can I move any part of my body. I can’t see Josh so I can’t see what he must be going through.

Keep breathing. We’re almost free.

Soon the pressure decreases and I can finally breathe normally and I can move. I turn to face Josh and he turns to face me. I can see a glimpse of his face through his mask as the sun still shines in the cabin. Relief shows in his eyes, yet he also looks excited. That glimmer of hope shines in his eyes.

We’re doing this. We actually made it off Mars. We’re going to Earth.

“You are now free to roam the cabin.”

Josh glances at me and I nod my head towards the door that leads to the back of the cruiser. We don’t want to be noticed right away so we have to be careful when making our way back there. Unbuckling ourselves, the two of us cautiously move–or more like float–towards one of the sides of the cruiser to look out the window.

The sun was brightly shining off in the distance while stars were passing by. They look a lot different from a closer view. Not as pretty as they are viewing them from the ground.

“Helmets may now be removed.”

Josh and I both look at each other. Here goes nothing. We each unhook our helmets from our suits before sliding them off. Once they’re removed, we’re throwing our arms around each other. We might get caught but that doesn’t matter right now. We made it off Mars and we’re headed for Earth. I’m headed to Earth.

“Oh my god..” Pulling apart from each other, we look behind us to see Rollin.

“Oh hey Rollin!” Josh beams, trying to act innocent. “Excited to be going back to Earth?”

“How in the world did you two get on here?” He says. His eyes move to look at me and I wave. “You… Your brain is a dangerous thing.. Jake, you know you two shouldn't be here!”

“Rollin, please..” I beg as I step up to him. “Please, please don’t tell anyone.”

“Don’t tell anyone? Are you insane?”

“Rollin, please?”

“This could be dangerous, Jake, and I do not want to be responsible if something were to go wrong.”

“Do not say anything, please. Or so help me God I will make sure you don’t come back up here.”

“You’re threatening me?” Rollin laughs. “Listen here, boy–you,” He stabs his finger into my chest as he speaks. “Have absolutely no control over me. Got it? They will figure out that you aren’t back at the station and when they do, they will come asking. I cannot lie. This is dangerous and you know it.”

I roll my eyes. “How do we know? Huh? How would we know if we don’t at least try? After all, we are your guinea pigs.”

“Oh quit with the guinea pig shit… You are not–”

“No? Then why the fuck do we have to wear these monitors? Hmm? Why do we get tested every other week? They want to know if we can survive because if we do, they’ll give the okay that humans can live and populate on the god forsaken planet. No one truly cares about our wellbeing, they just want answers to their questions.”

Rollin sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “If anything happens to either of you, it is on you and not me.” He starts to move away but stops and turns back around. “And another thing.. When we land, you two will be kept at Headquarters. They will not let you leave until the next transport is ready to make the trip back to Mars. So enjoy your freedom for now, because it won’t last long.”

-

It didn’t take long before we were discovered to not be at the station anymore. By midday, the following day, the cruiser is being contacted. Josh and I were still asleep inside our shared sleeping quarters when we were called back into the seating area. Pulling ourselves along the corridor, we step into the room and Rollin is waving us over. As soon as we make it over we’re met with our mother glaring at us from a holographic screen.

“I should have known..” She says as soon as she sees us. “Jacob, I’m not surprised, but you Joshua? Did he make you do it?”

“You’d be pleasantly surprised to know that I made the decision on my own.” Josh says. Mom gives him a disapproving look and he awkwardly smiles. “Okay, maybe not pleasant..”

“This has got to be the most irresponsible thing you have ever done, Jacob.” Mom says. “You are risking your life as well as your brother’s!”

“I think we’re doing pretty well so far,” I say. “Come on, Mom. Think of this as the ultimate experiment. Can humans who are born on Mars survive on Earth?”

“This isn’t funny, Jacob.”

“I’m not laughing, Mom, I’m serious.”

“And I’m serious too! This is dangerous..”

I can’t help but to roll my eyes. “Everything we do is dangerous it seems. We’ll be safe, I promise. We won’t do anything that’s strenuous. And besides, we’ll get to see Dad in person.”

Mom’s eyes grow wide. “Wh-What? Y-You’re gonna go see your father?”

My eyebrows crease and I look at Josh. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t we?”

“Uh well, you can’t.”

“Why not?”

“He’s… He’s on a trip.. He won’t be home.”

“Okay? Then we’ll wait until he gets back.” I say shrugging my shoulders. “And while we do, I’ll be off doing other things.”

“You are not leaving Headquarters.”

“I am leaving headquarters when we land and after the initial twenty-four hour hold. You can’t keep me prisoner..” I hit the blue button beside the hologram and it disappears. Josh looks at me in bewilderment. He’s never seen me stand up to our mother before, because quite frankly I never have. Sure I get a little crabby with her but not once have I done anything like that with her. “What?”

Josh shakes his head. “Nothing, nothing..” A smile starts to form on his face. I can’t help but to smile back and he laughs. “We are so fucked when we get back..”

I shrug my shoulders and push off the table, allowing myself to float off through the room. “We’ll deal with that when we come to it.”

–

“I got us food,” Josh says as he pulls himself into our sleeping quarters.

“Be careful opening the milk.” I say.

“Why?” Josh says as he proceeds to break the seal on the bag. A stream of milk starts flowing out of the bag and floating in the air.

“That’s why..” I say. “You need to connect a closable straw to the bag.”

“Ohhh, so that’s what this thing is,” He says, holding up a plastic tube. “I thought it looked a little odd.” I roll my eyes and take my food.

Suddenly he’s pushing off the wall and circling around the floating stream of milk. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Drinking the milk,” He says before opening his mouth and sucking in the stream of milk.

“You’re insane..”

“But it worked,” He winks with a laugh. “So.. What are you going to do first after the twenty-four hour hold? Or who?” He winks. I look at him oddly and he laughs. “What? I haven’t forgotten about Star..” He smirks. “Oh no, excuse me.. Marlie..” He rolls his eyes.

“I have to call her first when we get there. I have no idea where she lives.”

“And then when you do.. Are you gonna…” He wags his eyebrows and I shove him over. “Come on, I know what you do when you’re alone.”

“Are you spying on me?! You freak..”

He laughs and shakes his head. “No.. But you’re not exactly quiet.. I can hear you when I walk by your cabin. I’m pretty sure anyone could..”

“Can we stop talking about this?” I say. “But so what if I do…do that?”

“You might potentially have a kid on Earth..” He says nonchalantly. When I turn my head to look at him, I can see a smirk grow on his face and he looks at me from the corner of his eye. “Use protection, mmkay?” He pops a piece of dried bacon into his mouth. “I know we haven’t needed it, but if it happens while we’re down there, I’d prefer that we were safe.”

“Great talk, Dad.”

Josh chuckles and pops another piece of bacon into his mouth. “Start eating before I take it for myself.”

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[catalinastarlight]

Hi!! This is something I started working on a pretty long time ago! It’s a burlesque inspired AU with Sevika x fem!reader. It’s not finished, nor will it ever be. Most likely. But I hope you enjoy! No smut, not edited. Sorry for any mistakes!

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Dancing was always something that you had adored, ever since you were a child. You’d love to watch the other kids dance their weird little routines and would join in when they’d let you. But you were kind of awkward and jerky so they wouldn’t let all that often, but you cherished when they did. You’d dance in your room constantly, when there was a room of course. Your parents had to move quite often, with the way the Lanes were nowadays especially. But you didn’t mind too much, it just meant you could meet more people your age.

Fast forward to now and you were a burnt-out twenty-five year old with no clue what in the fuck you were going to do with your life. You worked as a bartender currently, it paid the bills but left little for much else. And you didn’t even enjoy it, it was just something to make the time pass and make sure you had a roof over your head.

One night as you were closing up your friend suggested that you go out with her, and typically you’d always say no. But you had a rough week and decided that a few drinks couldn’t hurt, so you agreed. You finished cleaning up the bar, making sure every patron was gone before leaving with your friend and locking the door behind you. It truly was a wonder no one had broken in yet and you weren’t about to question it.

Your friend, Lou, a fairly short girl with emerald green hair and bright golden eyes, guided you through the crowded streets to a part of the Lanes you didn’t even know about. It was dark and a little seedy, not that that was much of a shocker. Most places in the Lanes looked similar to that. She went to a secluded door, knocking three times rapidly. A little hatch in the door slid open, one large glowing green eye peered through to look at your friend and you.

“It’s Lou. Now let us in, Marv.” Lou spoke in a flat tone, giving the person on the other side of the door an unamused look. The person grunted, sliding the hatch closed with a click. You heard a couple locks being popped open then the sound of the door scraping against the floor. Lou grabbed your hand, pulling you through the door. She gave you a bright smile and wiggled her eyebrows.

You immediately noticed how dark and cluttered it was, wondering where the hell Lou had taken you. “What is this place?” You asked, looking around at the hallway you currently stood in. There were newspaper articles and nude paintings and pictures of women all over the walls. You could barely see the muted coral color underneath it. It was dimly lit, a crystal chandelier hanging over your heads emitting a soft yellow glow. You could hear music and laughing further down the hall. Was it a club? It had to be a club.

“The best kept secret in all of the Lanes. Come.” Lou replied, dragging you through the hall until the space opened up to a larger room. It housed tables upon tables and a long bar nestled against one of the walls. Straight ahead was a stage, golden lights all around it and a deep red curtain obscuring whatever was behind it. More crystal chandeliers bathed the room in soft lighting, little lanterns on the tables gave it a cozy feel. The light bounced off the liquor bottles and sparkled. You were in awe. This place was beautiful. It looked like something that belonged in Piltover, with all the luxe details and expensive alcohol. No wonder Lou said it was a well kept secret.

She guided you over to the bar, taking a seat on one of the stools and motioning for you to sit beside her. You did, sliding onto one of the nicest stools you had ever had the pleasure of sitting on. The cushion was plush with no rips or tears and the legs weren’t wobbly in the slightest. The ones back at your bar were barely holding on, especially with all the fights that went on. People loved smashing them over other goons heads.

Lou ordered you both a gin and tonic, letting the bartender slide them down to you. You took yours with a nod, the bartender giving you a sly wink. He was cute, tall and broad with light brown hair and ice blue eyes with liner smudged around them. But not your type, for a multitude of reasons. The main one being that he’s a guy and well, you’re not into guys.

The lights suddenly dimmed even more, leaving only the little lanterns and the stage lights to provide a bit of a glow. You turned to face the stage just as the curtains were raised, drink in hand. Women were spread out all across the stage in skimpy, sparkly outfits. Their makeup and hair done up to the nines. Music bloomed through the speakers as their bodies started to move tandem with one another. Hands touched and felt. Legs moved and kicked. It was captivating; how well they moved with one another. It reminded you how much you used to loved to dance and how badly you sometimes wanted to pick it back up. But you knew you could never be this good, this was leagues above from your almost non-existent skill.

The whole time they were dancing you were in total awe, glass in your hand completely forgotten. It’s a total wonder you hadn’t dropped it, with the way you were so transfixed on the stage. Your mouth had parted a bit, just taking in the absolute extravagance of what you were watching. You didn’t even notice a figure coming up and sitting beside Lou, both of them talking in hushed tones and sneaking glances at you.

After a few more minutes the performance ended. You fumbled to set your glass on the counter and stand, clapping loudly as the curtains were drawn. A few people glanced at you but you honestly didn’t care, this was one of the best things you had ever seen. Ever. They deserved all the praise and more in your eyes.

A low chuckle coming from behind you broke your stupor. You dropped your hands and turned around, looking to Lou and then noticing the brick house of a woman beside her. She had a deep glint in her eye, full dark lips set into a smirk. The first thing you noticed was definitely her height, she towered over you and almost everyone else around her. Her hair was cut just below her jaw, pulled back into a small half pony at the back of her head. Steel colored eyes and a blue-ish tinted scar running along the left side of her face and from her cheek down her neck and under the collar of her shirt. It looked like lightening. A deep colored cloak rested over her left shoulder, obscuring her arm from view. The second thing you noticed was how fucking hot she was. You sat back on the stool before you did something stupid, like your knees giving out.

“Like what you saw?” She spoke, her voice deep and smooth. It slithered down your spine and made you shiver.

“It was fantastic. Oh my god.” You replied, eyes lighting up at remembering what you just watched. The woman chuckled again, glancing down to Lou. “Introduce me?” She asked.

Lou perked up, getting a mischievous look in her eye that you knew so well. She was up to something, you felt it. “Oh! Sevika, this is my best friend of many, many years. She used to be a dancer, you know?”

“So I’ve heard.”

You spluttered, looking at Lou incredulously. “I haven’t danced in years, Lou!” Lou laughed, throwing her head back with a snort. “C’mon, babe. Sevika here is in desperate need of another dancer and I promised her I had the perfect girl for the job.”

“Do you own this place?” You questioned, glancing at the woman you now know was named Sevika. It was a bit off topic for the conversation at hand, but you couldn’t figure out why she needed another dancer. Unless she owned the place or something.

A small part of you were upset that Lou only dragged you here because she had something up her sleeve. But another part of you couldn’t help but desperately want to be up there in those gorgeous outfits. It would be like a dream come true.

Sevika hummed, nodding slightly, “I do,” she paused, signaling the bartender for a drink. “Your friend here is right, I need another dancer. One of the girls recently had a baby and we need someone to fill her position. It would be permanent, she has no plans of returning.” another pause, a glint in her eye as she took a drink of the dark liquid in her glass. “And I do think Lou was right, you’d be perfect for the job.”

Sevika’s eyes roamed your body, pausing at the swell of your breasts and the softness of your hips and thighs. You squirmed under her gaze, feeling like she could see straight through your clothing with those piercing eyes.

“I… I haven’t danced in years. And never anything like-like this,” you waved your hand towards the stage to make a point, sighing exasperatedly. Sevika chuckled, pulling a cigar from under her cloak and placing it between her lips. “Practice, darling. Be here tomorrow night, five-thirty. Sharp.” She said with a finality to her tone, lighting the cigar and blowing smoke through her nose before turning and walking away. You sat in a stunned silence, head snapping to Lou when your senses came back.

“What the fuck was that, Lou?” You snapped, eyes narrowing.

Lou sighed, looking at you pensively for a moment. “I know how much you hate working in the bar. And I can tell how much you miss dancing and doing something you actually like. I’ve been friends with Sevika for years and when she told me one of her girls quit I just knew I had to get you in.”

You listened intently, mouth going to a frown for a second before you flung yourself at your friend and hugged her tightly. At first you were mad, but now you’re overwhelmed with emotions. Good ones, mostly. It upset you with how they went about this, but in the end you didn’t really mind. You had a chance to live your dream. “I fucking hate you. But thank you. I won’t fuck this up.”

“Love you too, babe. You’re gonna do great,” Lou hugged you back, kissing your temple and smiling. “Oh, and by the way. Sevika was totally into you.” You pulled away from the embrace, opening your mouth to speak but Lou held a finger in front of lips with a grin and pointed to the stage. Another number was starting. Damn her.

-

You showed up the next day, exactly at five thirty as you were told. Sevika lead you to the back with a firm, yet gentle hand on your elbow. She showed you backstage, introduced you to the others, and gave you a vanity. Complete with lights and everything.

Practices were grueling, multiple hours a day until your feet were so sore you could barely stand. You had been fitted for costumes, given the ones you wore most often on their own rack while the special ones hung on a rack towards the back of the room. At first the costumes were incredibly uncomfortable, hell, they’re still uncomfortable. But getting to feel like you were a piece of art was well worth the expense of your ribs and ass.

It was a month before they allowed you on stage, and even then it was a pretty small performance compared to many of the others. Though you didn’t mind, you fed off the energy for two days - whole body thrumming with electricity.

It took even longer for the others to accept you, they weren’t outright hostile but you could tell you weren’t their favorite. One night they had all went out and didn’t invite you, leaving you at your vanity to plunder with your makeup. You sighed, picking up an eyeliner brush and trying to a make a wing but being unable to. You weren’t the best at makeup, never having the luxury of owning any when you were younger. You had picked up what you saw from Lou and a few other people at the bar.

A stool scraped behind you, causing you to jump and turn to see what -or who- it was. It was Sevika, chuckling at you.

“Need help with that?“ she asked, scooting a bit closer to you. You looked at her dumbfounded for a moment, wondering how she was going to help.

“I know it looks like I wouldn’t know much about this kind of stuff, but trust me.”

You laughed quietly, nodding and handing her your eyeliner and brush. She took it with the hand not hidden by her cloak, smiling. “I know I’m scary, and a brute but I promise I’m not that bad. My days of being that kind of woman are over.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, closing your eyes while she began to work her magic.

“Used to work for Silco. Hurt a lot of people, killed a lot of people. All because I wanted the Lanes to be better,” she paused, concentrating on getting your eyeliner even. “But I soon realized it’ll never get better. This… this is my whole life now. Giving people a small slice of something nice down here.”

“That’s… wow… that’s favorable? I guess. It’s good that you care. That’s more than most people can say.” You replied, reaching out, settling a hand on her knee with a light squeeze. Her breath hitched in her throat but she quickly covered it with a cough.

“Yeah.” She hummed, laying down the eyeliner and picking up a lipstick from your vanity. Gently she dabbed it on your lips, using her finger to even it out. A shiver ran through you at the contact, wanting more, wanting to lean into it. “All done. You look beautiful.”

Your could feel your cheeks get warm at the compliment as you turned to look into the mirror. Your makeup was flawless, Sevika having done an amazing job. “I bet you say that to all the girls,” you replied, turning to look at her again with a happy smile. She huffed a single laugh, shaking her head. “Do I look like someone who says that often?”

“No.”

“Then there’s your answer,” Sevika said, standing from her stool and moving behind you, she squeezed your shoulder and lent down to place a fleeting kiss to your temple. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that she was gone, disappearing up to the stairs to her office.

You sat stone still for a bit after she left, replaying the whole interaction in your head a hundred times over. Had she really called you beautiful? And kissed you? She seemed like such a hard woman, always shouting orders giving the vendors a hard time. You never imagined that she could actually be… sweet.

But then again, everyone was different behind closed doors.

-

It took another month for more to come out of your last true conversation with Sevika. You’d of course steal glances at her when you saw her and she’d do the same. Every time you performed her eyes stayed glue to you, making you feel like you were made of glass. She’d purposely walk past you and graze your shoulder with her arm, causing all the other girls to wonder if something was going on.

Other times she wouldn’t dare look at you, moving behind people and racks just so she could avoid you. It pissed you off. She was so hot and cold and you had no fucking clue why.

All of that finally came to a head one day when you were sent to Sevika’s office to discuss a new routine idea. You and the others had worked on it for weeks - after they decided they liked you and accepted you into the family - planning every little detail and outfit and song choice. According to them they haven’t had a new number in years and it was time to spice things up.

They had all agreed that you should tell Sevika, knowing you were her favorite but never saying that aloud. They giggled and gently pushed you towards the stairs, pressing a folder to your chest with lots of cheeky smiles. You hadn’t even got to change from your stage outfit, a thin sheen of sweat covering your chest and the rhinestones itching your ass and sides.

Slowly, you made your way up the spiral staircase and to Sevika’s office. The doors looked like stained glass butterfly wings, greens and violets glinting in the low light. You steeled yourself with a deep breath, knuckles rapping at the door a few times.

“Not now, Miguel. I’m busy.” Sevika’s muffled voice carried through the door. A bout of courage soared through your chest, taking a breath and pushing open the door slowly. You hadn’t been in her office before, but it was visually stunning. Like every other room in this place. A large wooden desk sat directly ahead of you, a plush high-backed chair that Sevika currently sat in. To the left was a table and couch, purple velvet with tufting along the back. A golden stained glass window behind the desk framed Sevika in a halo of warm light. The walls were a deep burgundy, two sconces on each wall illuminating the room. Along with another crystal chandelier above your head. A gramophone was tucked into the corner beside the couch, records in a crate beside it. You didn’t have enough time to take in more before Sevika’s voice broke you from your stupor.

“Damnit! I said I’m busy, Miguel. Whatever the hell it is can wa-” the word died in her throat once she finally looked up and saw you. You smiled sheepishly, noticing that her signature cloak was gone and under it was a beautifully crafted prosthetic arm made of golden metal with details of green. It looked more like a piece of art rather than a functioning part of her body. It seemed as if she was working on it, an array of tiny screwdrivers and wrenches laid out on the desk. One in her hand twisting something along her prosthetics forearm while a cigarillo was perched between her lips. How had you never noticed that she has a prosthetic arm? But you supposed that’s what the clock was for, as not to draw attention.

“Sorry… I-I can go,” you spluttered quickly, holding the folder tight to your chest like it would save you from Sevika’s wrath. She looked at you for a moment from under her lashes, steel eyes boring into your soul before she leaned back in her chair. She tossed the screwdriver on the desk, regarding you with her full attention as she took a long drag of her cigarillo.

“No, stay. What do you need?“

You chewed the inside of your cheek for a moment, stepping closer and opening the folder as you laid it flat on her desk. You decided not to mention her arm, in fear it might upset her more. “The others and I, we’ve been talking about a new number. They said it’s been years since they’ve done anything new. We uh, we’ve got it all planned out. Routines, costumes, song choices. We just, well, we need your permission. And the costumes, of course.”

A deep hum vibrated from Sevika’s chest, eyes roaming the expanse of papers you had fanned out across the wood. “And who’s going to be the lead?”

“Sammi. Probably. They’ve been here longest, everyone likes them.”

“I want you to be the lead.”

“What? Why me?” You practically shrieked, eyebrows shooting up your forehead. Sevika stood, rounding her desk and walking around you, causing you to follow until your lower back was plastered against her desk. “Because I said so. That a problem?” Her demeanor had changed from the last time you were alone together. You couldn’t tell if it unsettled you or turned you on. Maybe both.

You stared up at her, mouth hanging open slightly. “Yes. What if I fuck it up? You know I’m not as good as Sammi! Or anyone else for that matter!” You voice rose in volume, a sudden wave of confidence made your back straighten. Sevika rose her eyebrows, taking a drag from her cigarillo and blowing the smoke in your face. She laughed, sounding like it came from the deepest part of her chest.

“I never realized you had such a mouth on you.”

“I’m tired of whatever this is,” you waved your hand between the two of you, sighing heavily, “you’re so hot and cold. One minute you can’t keep your eyes off of me and the next you avoid me like the fucking plague and then, you want me to be lead in a new number. What gives?” The emotions you had been holding in finally boiled over, you stared Sevika down and held your ground. She huffed, giving you a look you couldn’t decipher before grabbing your waist with her non-prosthetic hand and pulling you close. She let the cigarillo fall to the ground, stubbing it out with her boot. God, she looked handsome when she was mad. Full lips curved into a snarl before they pressed to yours in a biting kiss. It took you much too long to even comprehend what was going on. It was electric, tingles shooting all throughout your body as you slumped against her and wrapped your arms around her broad shoulders.

The kiss continued for what felt like eons, Sevika tasted like expensive liquor and tobacco. A faint bit of honeyed candy lingering as well. It was intoxicating, leaving you weak. If it wasn’t for her firm hold you certainly would’ve fell to the floor by now. And yet all too soon she pulled away, eyes piercing through your own. “What was that?” You asked, breathing heavily into the space between the two of you. The dance number had completely been forgotten.

“A mistake. You do things to me. Fuck. I can’t… we can’t do this.” You shoved her away, glaring, “and why not? It’s clear we want this.” hoping your sudden onslaught of emotions weren’t completely obvious to the woman in front of you. You had wanted her terribly, though you hadn’t ever really given yourself time to think on it and now it’s crept upon you like shark-infested waters. The realization making you weak.

Sevika looked so handsome like this, her lips a shade darker from the kiss you two just shared, scar pulsating to her heartbeat. You hadn’t even noticed it did that before. Her eyes wild, minutely moving back and forth as she looked at you. Lips parted, showing off the little gap in her front teeth. Something about it softened her hard features. “I’ve actually never been with someone before. Just sex. I don’t want just sex with you. You deserve more than that.”

You frowned, moving closer once more and touching her scarred cheek. Her confession helping you make sense of her constant changing attitude towards you, “show me then. I can show you, too. You deserve good things, Sevika.” you kissed the side of her mouth gently, “Let me come home with you tonight. I’ll make us dinner, like a proper date. Have you ever been on a proper date?” Sevika shakes her head, her big bad demeanor completely disappearing. “Well that changes. We’re doing this right.”

A knock sounds at the door, sharp and quick, causing you both to jump away from each other. A head pokes in, Sammi, looking between you and Sevika, eyes narrowing at your disheveled state. “Time to go, babe. Next number in five.” With that they closed the door, their footsteps receding down the hall. You let out a shaky laugh, hand going to run through your hair.

“Meet me up here when you’re ready to leave. Now go, before the others get suspicious.”

“They already are,” you laugh, pressing a fleeting kiss to Sevika’s mouth, “Sammi has already told everyone what they saw.”

Sevika groaned, her fingers squeezing your waist before letting you go. You smiled once more; grabbing your papers and disappearing out the door.

-

The rest of the night flew by, your chest buzzing with anticipation and excitement at meeting with Sevika. She stayed hidden in her office for the last few numbers, but you didn’t mind. You knew that were going to see her soon enough and that was plenty to fuel you on. The others keep sneaking glances at you, the permanent smile on your face. You knew they wanted to ask what happened up, if anything at all happened beside the number being approved. But they didn’t and you were grateful. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to keep the secret if they did ask.

After the last number you scrambled to change out of your costume, pulling on your normal jeans and t-shirt so fast it’s a wonder you didn’t accidentally rip them. You weren’t sure why though, you wanted to sit and wait until everyone else left so they didn’t see you go upstairs to Sevika’s office. You weren’t sure if she wanted anyone to know. You yourself didn’t even know if this would work out, it might not. It might be a one off thing and never happen again. Maybe you both aren’t cut out for more than just colleagues. Though you hoped that wasn’t the case.

Soon enough everyone filtered out, yelling their goodbyes as they went downstairs. Immediately after the last persons head disappeared, you stood, turning off your vanity lights and grabbing your bag. You went back upstairs, knocking at the beautiful office doors once before letting yourself in. Sevika sat on her couch this time, legs crossed with a fresh cigarillo between her real fingers as an ashtray was held in her other hand. She looked up when you walked in, eyes softening the slightest bit. “How was your night?”

“Good. Are you ready to get out of here?” You replied, smiling and rolling on the balls of your feet. Sevika nodded, stubbing her cigarillo out in the ashtray and setting it on the ornate table in front of her. She stood, stretching her arms above her head. You couldn’t help but to glance at the bare skin of her torso, mouth suddenly dry. She let her arms fall back to her side, grabbing her cloak off the back of the couch and fastening it around her neck. You watched her, hands wringing in front of you nervously as she grabbed her keys and motioned for you to leave out the door in front of her.

The walk to her place was quiet, yet comfortable. Sevika held your hand, eyes roaming over all the less than favorable stalls on the way to her place. She made sure you were placed just the tiniest bit behind her, so her body would be first in case some dumbass decided tonight was the night they wanted to start something. Luckily nothing of the sort happened, the walk uneventful. Fingers left yours as she unlocked her apartment door, pushing it open with her foot and holding out her hand as a signal for you to enter first. You did with a small smile, stepping into the center of her home and taking it all in.

Her place wasn’t as big as you thought, especially since you knew she raked in a pretty penny from the club. But it was homey, with an open floor plan and mindless clutter. It wasn’t messy or dirty though, an organized clutter that reminded you too much of your own place. A kitchen nook sat off to the left corner, worn kettle sitting on the stove. A set of table and chairs in the empty space beside the kitchen. To the right was a door, presumedly a bathroom but you couldn’t be sure. Her bed sat against the right wall, blankets and pillows tussled like she hadn’t made it in awhile. A couch sat at the foot of the bed, the leather of it looked soft like it had been used for a long time. A metal coffee table sat to the front of the couch, an ashtray sitting precariously on the edge. Papers were strewn across it, too, some looked to be bills and others looked to be newspapers. A couple books were stacked on the edge, pages curling from being read so much. A small tool kit sat on the table as well, open, but all the tools looked to be present.

Directly across from the couch was a window, curtain drawn halfway to reveal the prettiest view of the lanes you had ever seen. All the neon lights mingling and casting a glow into Sevika’s apartment. You hadn’t ever really thought the lanes could be pretty, with all the crime and corruption going on down here. But here… above it all. It had some sort of semblance of beauty that comforted you. It was your home after all.

“I don’t know that I have enough food to make anything decent… I may have to stop by the food stalls sometime soon if not.” Sevika spoke, closing the door behind her. She hung her keys and cloak on a hook by the door, rolling her shoulders. You turned to face her, smiling gently as you took her organic hand into yours. She noticed your bag still on your shoulder, taking it with her other hand and hanging it on the hook along with her things.

“Thank you,” you smiled, stepping a bit closer, ”and that’s okay. I’m sure I can figure something out. I used to cook for me and Lou all the time when we lived together.” Sevika hummed, squeezing your hand just the tiniest bit.

“You’re free to see what you can find. I’ll get out some dishes.”

“Okay,” you replied, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek and letting go of her hand. You were kind of surprised she was going to let you have free reign of her kitchen, in your mind she seemed like the type of person who wanted to control everything. No matter how small.

[wellbelesbian]

20 questions for fic writers!

tysm for tagging me @bazzybelle, it took me a while to get around to this but it was a lot of fun!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

37!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

113,598, not bad.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

mostly the Simon Snow Trilogy, but I have a couple of Greek Mythology/Epic Cycle fanfics too. i used to write for Percy Jackson and Marve, but not anymore.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

two old Marvel fics are right at the top, then it’s:

i want the love on your wrist (oh give me the heart on your neck), the first explicit work i’ve ever written, maybe a sign i should write more.

The Tale of the Two Merwolves, which I wrote with a bunch of other lovely people in the fandom

Everything I Am Not, my COTTA fic from 2020

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes, I always try to!

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

definitely crimson, my COTTA fic from 2022, but a close second is Visions, a little Trojan War Helenus fic i still really like.

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

well a lot of my fics have fairly happy endings, but I’d say All That She Wants, an Agatha-centric fic, and Happier Memories, a proposal fic, have the most hopeful endings.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

no, I don’t think I ever have, luckily!

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

only twice so far, though I have another stewing in my brain that might get written. I can’t really say i'm limited to a certain “type” though, i’m pretty versatile, pun intended.

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

no, they’re not really my thing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge! i hope not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

back when i used to write on wattpad i got some DMs asking to translate my fics and i always agreed, but i don’t know if they ever followed through.

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

yes, i really love doing so! I wrote a stucky fic with one of my friends years ago, but we never ended up posting it anywhere. also, the two aforementioned marvel fics were co-written with another (now ex) friend, and the tale of two merwolves was written as part of a group.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

snowbaz, definitely. it’s been my longest-running OTP (do people still say OTP?) and i’ve written so any fics for it.

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

hmm, i’ve only got 3 wips and i think i’ll finish them all eventually, but blow on the tinder and we are slaves to the gods are definitely on the back burner for now.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i’ve been told i’m good at writing dialogue, which is good because that’s two thirds of all the words i write.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

descriptions and anything sappy, which gives me second hand embarrassment.

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

i tend to shy away from it, but if i do i always put it in italics and will put a translation in the notes unless it’s super obvious, and like when other authors do the same.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Percy Jackson! I wrote so much solangelo and was actually pretty popular on wattpad, one of my fics broke a million hits which is still insane to me. i still get the occasional message asking me to come back and finish my fics, but i logged out of that account in 2018 and am not going back.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

oh, that’s hard. i’m really enjoying writing Shoulder To Shoulder right now, but i still love All That She Wants and Liar Liar. i also really love I’m On My Way To Believing, which is a greek mythology Pyrrhus/Hermione fic. they’re my blorbos. but i’d have to say my all-time favourite will always have to be the first carry on fic i ever wrote, which got me out of a years long writing slump: Rats.

i don't know who has already done this, so i'll just tag @ileadacharmedlife @prettygoododds @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @imagineacoolusername @ic3-que3n @forabeatofadrum @aristocratic-otter @larkral @hushed-chorus @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @youarenevertooold @artsyunderstudy @alexalexinii @shrekgogurt and @j-nipper-95

[hecatemoon87]

Warnings ⚠️ smut NO minors

Master list for full story

Part IV

Bob rested on his knees in front of a wooden cross with the image of Jesus nailed to it. He clasped his hands tightly, the rosary hanging out through laced fingers. With eyes closed, he whispered the hail mary almost frantically.

He had woken up from a dream, ejaculating. He had dreamed that he was between Jocelyn's legs, thrusting blissfully. It was so realistic, her moans, her scent, the touch of her skin, the tightness of her womanhood. It has been intoxicating that the end result was ruining his shorts.

He had hopped in the shower, cleaned himself off and went directly to the chapel that was located on the first level of the dormitory. It was around four a.m. and the other junior priests would be waking in another hour.

Bob was deep in prayer when the chapel light had flicked on. Bob blinked and glanced over his shoulder at the door. There stood Father Jacob, an older priest who in part looked slightly similar to Gandalf.

"Oh, I didn't see you there, Bob. What are you doing praying in the dark so early this morning?"

"I couldn't sleep," Bob said.

Father Jacob nodded and said, "Looks like you haven't slept in a few days my son, does something trouble you?"

Bob wasn't certain whether to confide in Father Jacob. He was worried the old priest would just be disappointed in him.

"Something does, but I don't know how to address it," Bob said, truthfully.

"I see, is it something you feel comfortable addressing with me?"

"Father...what happens when a priest no longer wishes to be a priest? Does that make him...unworthy?"

Father Jacob frowned and took a seat in a pew nearest to Bob.

"Well, that's a matter between him and God, I suppose. What would be the priest's reason from living the priesthood?" Jacob asked.

"Love," Bob replied.

"Love? Or Lust?"

"Love, well mostly love," Bob said, sighing. "Look, by now, you know it's me. This woman, I grew up with her. I foolishly believed she'd stay here in Brooklyn and we'd get married. But she didn't have supportive parents, and her dad...was abusive. So, first chance she got, she headed to the West Coast once she got a scholarship," Bob said.

"And you thought the love of your life was out of the picture. So you joined the cloth?"

"It was either that or become a bar tender for my cousin Marv. But there was also a part of me that wanted to dedicate my life to God," Bob said.

"You know, despite how God acted in the Old Testament, he saw the error in his way and gave us Christ, to allow for understanding and forgiveness. If you are unhappy, Bob, I truly believe God does not wish that upon you. Life is a gift, and you cannot spend the rest of your days in sorrow. God wants us to be joyful. Perhaps, it is time you consider what's really best for you?"

Bob felt a great sense of relief wash over him.

"Thank you, Father Jacob, I think I know what I need to do," Bob said.

A few hours later, Bob was on Jocelyn's door step. He tried calling her, but she hadn't answered yet. So he arrived and started knocking on her door until she opened it.

"Jesus, Bob. It's eight-thirty in the morning," Jocelyn said, sleepily as she opened the door.

"Yeah, that's right. It is eight-thirty in the morning, why are you still sleeping?" he said, stepping inside.

"I don't go to bed until three or four a.m. most days, that's why," Jocelyn pouted as she walked into her kitchen and fumbled around to make a pot of coffee.

Bob sat down at her kitchen table and waited for her to drag herself and two cups of steaming hot coffee to the table. He took his and just held it and stared at her. She took a sip of coffee and her droopy eyes caught him staring.

"What?" she asked.

"You just look so beautiful," he said, smiling.

"Shut up. You're not supposed to talk like that," she said, rolling her eyes and taking another sip of coffee.

"You're right, but in a few weeks I can," he said, reaching out and touching her hand.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she questioned.

"I'm going to leave the priesthood, and I want to be with you. That is...if you'll still have me," Bob said.

Jocelyn blinked at him in a stunned manner. She shook her head and said, "You better not be fucking kidding me Bob or I won't hesitate in slapping you," she said seriously.

"I'm not kidding. I told the Archpriest and in a few weeks I'll relinquish my priesthood," Bob said.

"A few weeks? Why not today?" she said, frowning.

"Because I need to transfer over my duties and some other matters that I want to tie up," Bob said.

"Oh, okay. So, if I do this," Jocelyn said, getting up from her chair and going over to Bob to straddle him. She looked down at him and brushed her nose over his, tempting him with her lips. "You can touch me? You can kiss me?"

Bob's breathing accelerated and his hands glided up to her hips, she was wearing shorts, his hands smoothing out over her thighs. "No, I...I have to wait," Bob said, breathlessly. Her weight felt so good and her skin was so soft. He wanted badly to strip her out of her pajama's and see her naked.

"How many weeks, Bob?" she said, grabbing his face with one hand and squeezing.

"Three," he said, through squished lips. She left his face go and climbed off of him.

"We'll see about that," she said, removing her shirt and showing him her bare breasts. "Well, I'm going to go take a shower, you can either join me or leave," she said, tossing the shirt over his face.

Beneath the shirt, Bob sighed. Her smell was so sweet, lingering on the cloth of the shirt. He pulled it off and saw that she had gone, her shorts on the floor and panties tossed on his lap.

"Damn it, Jocelyn," Bob whispered, feeling his pants tighten.

[xcherryerim]

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˖⁺ ⊹୨ Welcome! Thanks for coming to my masterlist. Likes, reblogs and comments are much appreciated! | Warning this contains nsfw content. Minors do not interact.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒊 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Fnaf movie (Mike, William Afton, Vanessa Shelly) ₊˚⊹ ʚɞ Any adult jhutch character ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Friends to lovers ｡･:*˚:✧｡ Enemies to lovers₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ coworkers to lovers ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Fluff ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ angst ₊ ⊹.𖥔

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I’m probably forgetting other stuff but if it’s not mentioned then… feel free to drop wild requests! i’m open to write anything.

This is a judgment free zone!

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𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 +18, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙮 ‘𝙬𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚’ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩.

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A Helping Hand ୧⊹ ⁺˖ (smut, angst) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ When Mike broke his leg, it left him feeling helpless and dependent on you for basic tasks like showering. This dependence has taken a toll on his self-esteem and sense of purpose, and he's now struggling with an existential crisis. As you help him shower, you notice the deep pain and vulnerability in his eyes as he pleads for connection and physical affection. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: touch-starved Mike x gn!reader published: April 14 word count: 2.4 ୨୧

Chocolate kisses ୧⊹ ⁺˖ (smut, angst, fluff) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Feeling dejected and hopeless about love after yet another failed date, you find yourself seeking comfort with your best friend, Mike. Instead of just lending a shoulder to cry on, Mike surprises you by showing you the love and care you've been longing for over a steaming cup of hot chocolate. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: soft!dom Mike x gn!reader published: March 15 word count: 2.3k ୨୧

Roommates conflict first fic ୧⊹ ⁺˖⁺(smut, fluff) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ After weeks of tension and arguments with your roommate, you decide to spill your troubles to him. However, your plans take an unexpected turn. Suddenly, you find yourself stuck on the couch, and Mike rushes to your aid. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: soft!dom Mike x afab fem!reader. published: February 19 word count: 3.9k ୨୧

Strange fascination (mini series) ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆: After noticing your absence at school during your usual pick-up time for your brother, Mike couldn't help but worry about your well-being. In an attempt to satisfy his concern and his desire to see you, he drove near your house and parked near a nearby cafe. Peering through the cafe window, he watched your every move, secretly relishing the opportunity to catch a glimpse of you. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: stalker!Mike x gn!reader. published: March 26 finished: ?

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

A Call Away (Help, i’m still hard) ୧⊹ ⁺˖ (smut) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Josh took some pills to have some fun by himself, the harness doesn’t seem to go away so, he calls his beloved partner for help. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: sub!josh x dom gn!reader published: March 12 word count: 1.6k ୨୧

New memories ୧⊹ ⁺˖ (smut, fluff) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Sleep over with your friend, Josh, turns sexual as he plays with your chest by accident in his sleep. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: josh x afab!reader published: April 18 word count: 2k ୨୧

Love Across Time ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut, fluff) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Josh, a time traveler and savior of the world, has found himself stuck in the early 2000s and has become a teacher's assistant. Despite his best efforts to keep his distance from you, the teacher he is assisting, Josh finds himself irresistibly drawn to you. leading Josh on a journey of self-discovery and romance as he tries to navigate this new timeline. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: softdom!Josh x gn teacher!reader. published: April 21 word count: 4k ୨୧

Spilled drinks ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut, fluff) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ After many failed attempts, Josh, Tiger, and Wolf decided to change their perspective and get after the co-owner of the Kronish experiment, hoping it would finally prevent the super-cure from ever happening. Unlucky for Josh, to get after the co-owner, he needed to wear an out-of-the-comfort-zone attire in an unusual bar, where you happen to be. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: sub!Josh x gn!reader. published: April 21 word count: 4k ୨୧

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩 𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐤 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

Double the fall, triple the pleasure ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut ) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ As you work your shift as a casino host Derek Danforth, the son of the co-owner, decides to begin a round of baccarat with a stranger named Billy. Somehow you end up participating in the game and emerge victorious, causing the two players to owe you financial compensation but, they end up repaying you in another way. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing:Derek x reader x Billy. published: March 22 word count: 3.6k ୨୧

On your knees ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut ) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Derek, a person of high social standing, found himself in a troubling situation when confidential information was leaked to the public, revealing his involvement in unethical acts to advance his mother's presidential campaign. In a desperate bid to salvage his reputation and divert attention from the truth, Derek agreed to enter a Pr relationship with you. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing:Derek x gn! reader published: February 25 word count: 3.2k ୨୧

Sugar Rush ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut ) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Since the day you were introduced to Derek by his friends as a dealer, he developed an intense fascination with you. Despite his attraction, Derek had never acted on his feelings until one evening when, under the influence of a "magic powder" (cough cough), you inadvertently gave him a sign of hope. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing:Derek x afab fem!reader published: March 5 word count: 3.3k ୨୧

A Kiss On the Lips ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut ) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ As you were working your usual shift as a bartender, you couldn't help but be surprised when the well-known and wealthy Derek Danforth approached you with a charming smile. Rather than being just another patron, he seemed to be intentionally flirting with you.˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing:Derek x chubby gn!reader published: April 26 word count: 3.1k ୨୧

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

Attraction is Out of Our Controller ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut ) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ As filmmakers, you and your partner have planned to shoot an adult film in rural Texas. While working on the set, one of the actors, Billy, catches your eye and begins to have a profound effect on you. His presence triggers a range of feelings and thoughts that you didn't expect, clouding your mind and stirring up a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: Billy x gn! reader published: May 24 word count: 3.8k ୨୧

Double the fall, triple the pleasure ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut ) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ As you work your shift as a casino host Derek Danforth, the son of the co-owner, decides to begin a round of baccarat with a stranger named Billy. Somehow you end up participating in the game and emerge victorious, causing the two players to owe you financial compensation but, they end up repaying you in another way. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing:Derek x reader x Billy. published: March 22 word count: 3.6k ୨୧

Intoxicating Admiration ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut ) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ With the police hot on his trail, Billy finds himself hiding out in a grungy bar, uncertain of his next move. Deciding to lay low for a while longer, he takes a seat and starts watching as your band takes the stage. Immediately, he is captivated by your presence, drawn to you in a way he can't explain. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: Billy x gn!reader published: April 6th word count: 2.7k ୨୧

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

Forgotten Bond(age)୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut ) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ At a freshman college party, you find yourself in the same room as Clapton, the person you used to torment in high school. Despite your attempts to avoid an encounter, Clapton seems to be on the hunt for you. However, instead of seeking answers or explanations for your past actions, Clapton seems to desire something else entirely. It soon becomes clear that he's hoping to explore something else. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: Clapton x gn!reader published: March 29th word count: 3.7k ୨୧

This is a really short clapton x amab reader story

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

Uncover (My Pretty Boy) ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut ) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ One night, after inviting your friends over to the house you share with your boyfriend Marv, you were shocked when they began speaking negatively about him. Feeling protective of Marv, you yelled at your friends to leave. Unfortunately, Marv witnessed the entire confrontation and began to feel insecure. Determined to address his insecurities, you quickly rushed to his side to provide comfort and reassurance, wanting to make him feel loved and valued. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: Marv x gn!reader published: May 9th word count: 1.9k ୨୧

What You Deserve ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( smut ) ━━ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ You and Mike shared a situationship, but despite your connection, you couldn't shake off the feeling of insecurity. Doubt crept in, leading you to believe that Mike might have feelings for another person, Vanessa. However, Vanessa noticed your insecurity and decided to clear the air. She approached you and reassured you that there was nothing between her and Mike, proving you wrong and alleviating your doubts.˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: Vanessa x gn!reader published: March 20th word count: 1.7k ୨୧

[blue-sadie]

Request Page

Conditions and Rules

Hi everyone I am blue-sadie, I am a big fan of movies/tv shows/games and all their different characters and actors/actresses and am here to share my works and make your ideas into reality.

Main Fandoms: Avatar, Dc, Marve,l Stars wars, Skyrim and The 100

Yn pronouns: They/them, She/her

I do Female and Male characters and their Actors/Actresses

Poly or Duo relationships

I write smut, lime, fluff and angst base scenarios for oneshots, imagines and drabbles

Dom/sub/switch x dom/sub/switch reader

I only do part 2 to a oneshot if requested

I write in different aus like:

Modern day (teacher x student, singer x fan or dilf x babysitter etc)

Fantasy/medieval (prince x princess, soulmate x soulmate, god x offering or pirate x siren etc)

And lastly Omegaverse (a/b/o x a/b/o reader)

I do crossovers with other movies/series or games for example anakin skywalker x reader x neteyam or steve rogers x sully reader.

I also do different types of headcanons, nsfw/sfw alphabets

[fluffykiddosstuff]

Nines x reader "far away into the deviancy"

Okay but I didn't notice I got 15 subscribers bc of my NSFW headcanons of Detroit and 250 votes on it ? You little perverts (I love yall)

I know christmas is far away and new year was yesterday buuuut I wanted to write something for my rk900 boy, no smut in this post sorry but I'll do a part 2 with smut of my nines x reader x Gavin one shot ;>

Enjoy and happy holidays even if it's passed!

_______

It was new year's eve and your dpd colleagues and you decided to organize a little party at your home. The people who came were Connor and hank, Gavin and Tina and also nines. How could you describe your relationship with nines? It was complicated. The tall advanced Android was "deviant" but didn't understand many of the emotions he was feeling since the poor boy was waked up by his predecessor the rk800. So often he would ask questions when he is doubting about something. And he was particularly doubting about you, he couldn't tell why but he feels the need to protect you and be sure no harms happens when there is a mission. He wanted to be near you as much as possible and talk to you every chances he gets. Connor told him it was what humans calls "love", nines made research and that was exactly what he was feeling towards you but.. He became more distant as times flew by. Maybe he had something on his mind? You couldn't tell. The firsts to arrive were hank and Connor, Connor had a little Christmas hat and an ugly sweater as well as hank, you laughed and both kissed them on the cheek.

- looking good lieutenant

- oh shut up ___ I only accepted to wear this since Connor and I couldn't celebrate Christmas because of a case

You and Connor laughed as the grumpy lieutenant got into your sofa, the android gave you a gift and you smiled fondly.

- oh God Connor you shouldn't have!

- it's nothing detective and plus, it's a gift for thanking after what you organized for all of us

Gavin and Tina arrived just a bit later, Gavin mocking Connor while Tina tried to manage him to stop. But one person was missing, nines.

- do you guys have news of nines by any chances?

Everyone said no and Connor came closer to you

- I just think he is a bit late.. Nothing to worry

You all started to eat (even Connor since all the thirium food headcanons i saw) and laugh while waiting for the last guest. Speaking of which the door bell rang and you opened, nines was covered in snow with a little box under his arm, you laughed and got him in while getting rid of the snow. You could have sweared he had a blue tinted blush on his cheeks.

- thank you ___ please accept this as a present but.. Open it when everyone is gone please

He said the last line quietly so only both of you could hear him, what was in that box? It picked your curiosity and you couldn't wait to open it. Then you all eated the dinner discussing every subject that came to mind. Then you offered to dance with everyone, except hank and Gavin, everyone seemed to enjoy that idea. You all putted the table asides so you could dance without any problems. Nines sitted on a chair and when you were going to him, Connor took gently your hand.

- can we dance for a bit ___?

You nodded and started to dance with him, hank was passed out on the sofa, Gavin drinking with Tina as they danced juste to have fun. Connor looked at nines then at you.

- I told nines to take a gift for you

- really? Why?

- you will find out, now I will take hank home and leave you with him, I think he wants to talk with you

You nodded and let him go, he got home with hank and Tina helped Gavin to go home too since he was too drunk and excused herself. You approached nines who was looking at the window.

- nines ? Would you allow me to dance?

You handed him your hand and he looked at you, his blue eyes falling into your (eye color) one's, he took your hand and got up before starting to dance with you. It was almost midnight and a romantic songs popped off in your Playlist, nines started to take lead of the dance and smiled a bit.

- you look.. Marvelous ___, I.. Couldn't take my eyes off of you since I came here.

You flushed and looked at him, he wore a simple white Suit similar to his uniform but.. He was still very handsome in that

- thanks.. You are really awesome too

You looked at each other a little bit awkwardly before he started to talk

- ___ I.. I wanted to say that.. Since I started to be deviant I didn't.. Got many feelings as you know and this feeling.. I never got it with someone before.. I.. Think I like you, more than a friend or a working partner you see..?

He didn't know how to put words but you totally got him, there was 3 seconds before midnight since your phone

2

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1

.

.

And you kissed him as some cheers were in the streets for the fireworks. You smiled and hugged him tight. At first he didn't know how to respond but he tried the best he can. After that you took his hand and got outside to see the fireworks too. When they were finished you putted everything back into place with the help of your new Android boyfriend and you got the mysterious box he got you earlier. Now you understood connor's words and smiled to yourself while opening the box. It was a little necklace with your initials on it, nines got behind you and putted it on you.

- looks good... Happy new year ___

He then kissed you one last time before going into the sofa with you to cuddle until sleep drove you out of this beautiful night

[asteria-argo]

Tag Game

I was tagged by @abubblingcandle

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

13

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

213,258

3. What fandoms do you write for?

most frequently Ted Lasso, but I also write for Batman though I don’t post those fics very often and I have recently started writing for Outlander as well!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

To All The Better Places

Counting Sheep

I can take care of myself (denial is all I have)

If I just keep saying I’m fine (maybe I’ll start to believe it)

Oh, The Horrors

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I used too! And then I started getting a lot more than normal and I got overwhelmed, panicked and stopped! I would like to start again but there’s like 200 unanswered comments in my inbox and it intimidates me! It will plague me for the rest of my life no doubt.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

none of them, I don’t write angst! I’d probably say Can’t You See (I’m where I’ve always wanted to be) if I had to pick one just because I left it a bit open ended. Or What If? only because it’s like,, an apocolypse au so there’s not really any room for a happy ending

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

Oh, The Horrors OR All The Kings Horses, in the sense that the ending of those two made ME the happiest. My stories are all pretty equal in terms of happy endings otherwise.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yeah! I actually get a decent amount of hate on my fics which is not something I was expecting. I got a hate comment in a bookmark once, which was so fucking funny I couldn’t even be upset they were dragging my fic like it was a bad goodreads review.

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

I do not! I’m aroace and also a virgin so I don’t know how it works. I’d like too, I want to write a platonic friends with benefits fic at some point but I don’t understand the logistics of sex to any degree and until I do I will not be writing any smut.

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

No I don’t! Crossovers annoy me for reasons unknown to even myself. Unless the two shows or books or whatever are set in the same universe and have a logical reason to overlap I cannot get behind the idea of a crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, I’m not popular or prolific enough for that!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also no!

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

No, and I don’t think I ever would because I am a control freak with very specific ideas who does not work well in group settings. That was on my report card once.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Dickkory specifically from the marv wolfman new teen titans run.

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

My DC universe rewrite that is ever evolving and constantly changing.

16. What are your writing strengths?

From what I’ve been told, characterization and dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I can’t write emotions to save my fucking life, I fall back into telling over showing every time because I just don’t get facial expressions and body language. I’m working on it though.

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

I can only speak english and the tiniest bit of Auslan, so if I can get away with not having someone speak another language I will, but if I can’t I will admit I usually try to find a “To English” dictionary and hope for the best.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Powerpuff girls or carebear bears when I was a tiny child who didn’t know what fanfiction was, and when I was writing for fandom with intention later on in my early teens, Batman.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

my favoruite fic I’ve ever written is not a published one, it’s my rewrite of the Death In The Family storyline in my DC rewrite universe. It’s my baby, I’ve revised it about 20 times since I first wrote it when I was 13, and I am in the process of revising it again right now. My favoruite published fic is probably Oh, The Horrors.

I'm going to tag the lovely lovely @jamtartandsunshine and also @jamiesfootball though I have no idea if they have been tagged yet or not.

[tessabennet]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Thanks to both @somanywords and @zenaidamacrouras1 for tagging me 💛

I'm gonna put my answers under a cut, lest this post becomes a nuisance on other people's dash lol

I don't know who already did this in my very small circle of fic writer friends here, so for any writers who see this and want to do it too, you are hereby officially tagged 🤗

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I currently have 7 works on AO3, two translations and 5 that I've actually written. I kind of think of those 5 as one fic though, bc it's one series, and on my laptop it's all one big document

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

493,817 (I can already say though that by the time my series will be fully posted, that number will be much higher, possibly even doubled)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Marve (more specifically the MCU), and exclusively Stucky

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

These City Walls

Carried the Cross

The Hand of a Devil

Still Running

Loosened Chains

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try to respond to every comment I get. If I ever don't respond to one, it's absolutely by accident. I want to encourage people to leave comments as much as I can, and I want to give back the appreciation I receive

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

Uhm. All of them? I stick with canon, which is pretty much only angst, and I can't exactly make it better by filling the gaps realistically.

If I had to pick one though, I feel like Carried the Cross is the angstiest, given that everyone knows what comes next and that it'll be awful

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

The one with the happiest happy ending is currently in the making. The others that I've posted and/or finished writing, while certainly having happy moments, still end more or less angstily

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I had a few anons a while back that called me a copycat and plagiarist. They told me to take down my work bc it was a ripoff of another famous stucky series with the same premise. It's the one I did those translations for in fact.

And that's something I sometimes think myself, so it's not like I don't see their point. But the messages were written so rudely that I deleted them rather than open a whole can of worms of discourse about that

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

I did/do write smut, yes, but none of that is in the fics I posted so far. And the way I write it is definitely very tame, compared to what's out there. But I think the way I write it fits the style I established for the series, and it fits the vibe I'm going for. Maybe when I'll get to editing those chapters I'll make it more explicit, but for now it's pretty mild

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

I don't, given that I'm doing canon-verse fic. It would probably be fun to give it a try, and maybe one day I will, but right now I'm planning on taking a break from fic writing as soon as I'm done with the series, so idk if or when that's gonna be in the cards

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

If so, I don't know about it. I hope not

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Sadly not. I'd love that though, I would be so so so excited to get translations or fanart, and especially a podfic version made from my series

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

Also no. I don't know if I'm cut out for that tbh, I'm very particular about the way I want things to be written. So I'm not really sure if I'm the most pleasant person to work with in that respect

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Stucky. Duh

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

I am not writing 90k+ wips only to not finish and publish them. Everything I've worked on so far will be published, if it's the last thing I ever do

16. What are your writing strengths?

From the feedback I've received, I'd say it's digging into the deep, complex emotional states of my characters. I've also been told that the way I'm writing them all is very authentic and in character, and that I'm doing a good job with fleshing them out. Which is important for what I'm trying to do with the series, so that's also something I'm proud of

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I am way way too wordy sometimes. I constantly have to cut down my sentences and try to turn them into several shorter ones, bc they get too long or too repetitive. I'm also not entirely sure about the way I handle dialogue, which is kind of a shame since the whole project started with me wanting to practice doing that

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

Yes yes yes!! I love it. I loved being able to bring in my native language (german). But even more than that, I like including languages I can kind of understand. I did some French, and luckily I had help with not just getting the meaning across but making it sound like actual native speakers would say it. With Spanish, which I don't speak at all, I asked a friend who's a native speaker, though that was only two lines or so. Also, when I was working on the series and the post-CATFA parts were coming up, I started doing some Russian on duolingo, to drop some phrases here and there. I do have some help there too, but not by a native speaker in this case. Still, it helps to have a second opinion of someone who actually learned this stuff in school

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Stucky is my one and only so far

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Like I said, I kind of think of them all as one big fic, so it's hard to judge. I'm proudest of the one that I'm publishing atm, Loosened Chains, simply bc it's my own post-CATWS fic and those are my personal favourite to read. Skill-wise, I think the best I did is one I haven't published yet, so I'll withhold that information for now

So... there you go! Thanks again for tagging me, guys, I really enjoyed this 🥰✌️

[ao3feed-fratt]

Five Times Frank Didn't Kiss Matt and One Time He Did (and One More Time After That)

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47506060

by Marv-with-a-v (Marvel_Kitten)

What do you do when you realise you're falling in love with Matt Murdock? Well, that's easy. All you have to do is follow three simple rules: 1) don't tell him 2) don't kiss him 3) don't fall any harder than you already have Unfortunately, Frank's not much of a rule follower these days.

Words: 1799, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Daredevil (TV), The Punisher (TV 2017)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Matt Murdock, Frank Castle

Relationships: Frank Castle/Matt Murdock

Additional Tags: POV Frank Castle, Grief/Mourning, Partners to Lovers, Frank Castle Needs a Hug, Feelings Realization, Secret Crush, Frank Castle Feels, Moving On, Falling In Love, Protective Frank Castle, Drinking to Cope, Frank Castle Swears, Hurt Frank Castle, References to Drugs, Blind Matt Murdock, Catholic Matt Murdock, Soft Frank Castle, Hurt Matt Murdock, Kidnapping, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Happy Ending, Angst and Feels, Fluff and Smut, Frank Castle Giving Oral Sex, Bisexual Frank Castle, Human Disaster Matt Murdock, 5+1 Things

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47506060

[marvus-xoloto]

just typing to get some pressure out of my head. too many ideas but too small brain.

It looks like I won't be able to get the AP/Marv fic done for my birthday :o( the part of my brain that comes up with outlines and plots is mush right now. Hey, though, if I hit a good piece of inspo, it might happen?? Not counting on it anymore though.

That being said.... I have the next chap of itty bitty like 1/3 done (it's shorter than the previous two). I've been posting on the 14th for every chapter (which was coincidental, but I like the consistency), so I will probably get this out around March 14th. Which means, if I keep on track, I can get to my favorite date (in theory) in time for april, so that might be my gift to myself instead. Who cares if it's cliche, I've been looking forward to writing this particular date since chapter 1!! That being said, chapter 3 with the aqurium is still my fave of the written ones. Kind of nervous for the next chapter; writing angst is still super new to me, and I'm struggling with the pacing in this one. Oooh but!! We get to see an old fantroll of mine >:o) Most of my fantrolls are women or women adjacent; this one's a guy. How's that for variety?? I guess Blafis was a guy, too, but he's dead now :o(

I've said this a million times but I'll say it again: I'm so happy with and excited for the ideas I've come up with for my fics this year. I'm super organized lmao so I do plan out which fic gets worked on to be done in time for specific months. Like, the nosferatu AU will be my halloween fic obv; it's also the one I'm most excited for. Itty bitty is going until May, unless I add the bonus smut chapter? It depends on how I write chapter 6 I guess... I have a cutesy little karako / wanshi fic planned for june, though, that I'm excited for. Aaaand I'll try to get some rq's done for the months after that lol.... I'm so sorry orz I have like 20+ rq's just sitting in my inbox. Oh I'm also thinking about doing a kinktober thing this year, too, for all my faves.

We'll see what happens. I have a feeling act 3 will come out this year, and it would be great to have a few more ppl in the fandom! But if it doesn't, I predict that the few of us still around might dwindle by 2024. I don't want that, though; on a personal level, this hyperfixation doesn't seem to be going anywhere, and I can't seem to latch on to anything else.

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Waiting for me?

summary: y/n finds nat bound and gagged, and teases nat and y/n finally lets nat out and steves like wth

not any smut in this

y/n's pronouns: he/him

y/n's powers: turning into a lightning bolt, and fiddling with electricity a bit (hope thats okay)

it was a chill day, thank god. no aliens trying to take over the world, no alarming greasy people with daddy issues, nothing too much out of the ordinary.

steve went on his morning run with sam of course, tony was in his lab, wanda was with vision, and people were doing things(who knows what things), leaving y/n alone. it was odd being alone in stark tower, because you basically lived with a bunch of super children at times, but, eh.

y/n's ink black jeans swished as he made his way to the kitchen.

grabbing a poptart packet and ripping the foil, he put tge strawberry poptarts in the toaster just to warm it up.

"oh glorified katniss everdeen?" y/n called, looking up to the vents. clint was probably watching y/n, who seemed to be the only Avenger awake and going.

"caw caw, bitch." clint said, dropping from the vent.

"watch your damn language!" y/n mocked in a very animated voice.

clint snorted as he leaned on the island.

"where's Nat?" he asked, moving his eyes to grab and apple.

for a moment, all that y/n saw was Natasha. beautiful Natasha Romanoff. Natasha Romanoff was the only woman y/n wanted, no matter how much he flirted with Pepper or Wanda, or any people that want to shake his hand, it was all Nat. the Nat that always had y/n's back if something happened.

"Dunno." and with a shrug, y/n grabbed his poptarts, and went looking for his dark blue luchador mask.

it was in the Training room. That was probably where Nat was.

opening the big door, and shoving the rest of the poptart into y/n's mouth, he marches over to the Big Closet. it was called the Big Closet, because that was how Wanda referred to it the first few weeks after she joined the Avengers, and after that, it was called the Big Closet. opening the door, a surprising sight blessed y/n's eyes.

it was the deadly redhead.

y/n smirked, looking Nat up and down. she was looking up at y/n with slightly pleading eyes.

y/n cleared his throat before speaking. "i thought i'd find you here... not like this... but..." he wolf whistled.

Natasha's glare hardened, but there was a glint of amusement in her eyes that made y/n lean his head against the wall.

"MMM-MM-MMMM!" Nat tried to say.

y/n looked at her, completely still. ''huh? Oh, i should take your gag out, right?" he drawled.

"Mmm-hmmm!'' was the muffled response.

"couldn't you, Natasha Romanoff, deadly assassin, spy, get yourself free, or were you just waiting for me?" y/n murmured, crouching down to get closer to Nat.

ironically, the Training room doors opened, and in walked 'Murica's role model, Captain Virgin.

"oh! hey y/n! wh- nat?" steve asked in that confused tone of his.

y/n didn't move his gaze. "want help, tied up little mouse?" y/n asked, cocking his head to the side.

y/n untied nat quickly.

"did you do that on purpose?" y/n asked.

nat smoothed her hair, but y/n thought she looked amazing either way.

"No... unless your into this." she said looking down.

y/n had never seen Nat so... he couldn't think of a word.

"Are you, Nat?" y/n questioned.

"Um..." The beauty mumbled.

y/n slid his finger under Natasha's chin, and made her look up.

"You're blushing." y/n stated cockily, smirking at the adorable red dusting the assassin's cheeks, nose, and neck.

Natasha swatted y/n's hand away. "I am not." she mumbled.

"You looked-" y/n started.

"Uhm... hero stuff guys.'' Steve mumbled shakily, clearing his throat after speaking.

"Yeah... hero stuff..." Nat nodded, trailing off.

"We'll talk about this later." y/n called, watching the woman of his dreams salute him and walk off.

Steve sighed. "i just wanted to train, good lord."

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this was my first request!!

@tamatoashiny123

hope it was ok