#ready to actually get the docs off the ground !

[k9wa]

⟁ PLUMMET. ft BOOTHILL.

⠀ — “swoopin’ in to save me again, sugar plum?”

⚠︎ mechanic!reader (but it isn’t really relevant), i saw boothill trailer and ran to google docs, gn reader (ma’am used once at the end) wc 1k.

“your bounty has been completed!”

boothill could feel the explosion of the ship, even from the distance he was and against the strong winds from his high speed fall. a rush of heat slapped him in the face, leaving a thorough hunger in his gut temporarily quelled.

“how would you like to land?”

the cyborg kept his hat fastened to his head with his palm against the top, eyes briefly glancing down to the city below he was slowly getting closer to plumetting down into.

“…good question.”

the ground was steadily approaching, even if it was gonna take him a solid second or two to actually reach it. he’d never tested if his body could withstand smacking against concrete from— give or take— six thousand feet in the air, but he had a small hunch today wasn’t the day to try his luck. becoming a blue splat on the pavement wasn’t exactly in the cards of his itinerary.

boothill’s eyes looked left, looked right, fingers twirling the rope on his belt. he doubted it’d do much to really help, but it was a start nonetheless. 

he eventually came up with an idea— a totally foolproof idea. loop his rope around one of the street lights when he got close enough, avoid hitting the ground, swing himself back up into the air, and land safe and sound on…wherever the hell he managed to land. hopefully on his feet. 

super simple, super easy. lightwork.

and so he eyed the ground, wrapping one end of his rope taught around his right palm, his left getting the momentum of the other end ready in a smooth swinging motion.

“c’mon now boothill,” he muttered to himself, voice thoroughly drowned out by the wind. “ain’t nothin’ but a lil’ repositionin’.”

he kept falling, getting closer, 

closer…

closer…

almost there…

boothill readied his hand to swing, but the motion quickly became unnecessary when something— or rather, someone— grabbed his wrist, and he was pulled upward with a shocked ‘muddle—!’ before he could test the success rate of his plan.

the cowboy snapped his head up, hat nearly tipping off his head. he was hung like a ragdoll from his arm, feet dangling down below him as his eyes met his apparent saviours—

of course.

boothill’s sharp teeth slowly shone in a wide grin, loud and scruffy laugh echoing into the still rather open air around him. because who else would it have been besides you, your brows slightly furrowed at him from the safety of your little hoverboard he remembered you tinkering with just a couple days ago.

“well fudge me!” he’d slap his knee if the position allowed. “look who it is— ain’t you a sight for sore eyes!” 

boothill reached up for your other hand, you wordlessly met him halfway reaching down, leaving both of your fingers locking around the others wrist.

“swoopin’ in to save me again, sugar plum?”

you shake your head with a sigh, hoverboard beginning a steady descent down. it was a little harder to balance with boothill weighing it down, but nothing you couldn’t handle.

“you’re lucky,” you half scoff. “i’ve got a sixth sense for you being an idiot.”

boothill’s hearty laugh echoed out again, the wind whipping around you leaving his hair tousled and a little tangled. 

“ain’t that the fudgin’ truth,” he jostled your hand a little. he doubted he could really get adrenaline rushes anymore, but this was pretty damn close. “reckon i’d be flatter than a darn hotcake if it weren’t for yer timely intervention!” 

his feet touching the ground were a welcome stabilisation, though the cyborg made no move to release your hand— instead he actually broke into a quick sprint, barely giving you the time to pick up your board as he tugged you along.

“you got somewhere to be or somethin’?”

you asked, stumbling a bit before you got your footing to keep up. you were just so cute when you pretended to be all sore with him.

“you bet i do— somewhere that ain’t swarmin’ with those sorry IPC shirtbags!”

it was a fair point— a giant explosion in the sky of one of their own ships made quite the beacon for attention.

running with him wasn’t so bad, at least. his grip around your wrist was surprisingly gentle, and the smell of him filled your nose in the wind as you trailed behind. some citrus, maybe cedar, and an unmistakable lingering of those phosphorus tracer bullets he chewed on so often. 

you two dipped around a corner, backed against an old brick wall as some heavy footsteps kept running the other way. 

“say, remind me to get’cha a drink later,” boothill gave a small tug to your wrist again, bringing you just a little closer. “as a thanks for all them times y’saved my sorry behind.”

boothill smiled when you chuckled rather than shooing his hand away or giving a smart response.

“you’re gonna have quite the tab going.” you carefully repositioned your hand with his, your fingers lacing together rather than him just holding your wrist. boothill’s eyes could have turned into cartoonish hearts.

“tell ya what,” his hand gave yours a squeeze. “i know a place. it ain’t too far from here, won’t have to worry about no one botherin’ us,” it was quite endearing, the way his voice still held that gentle rasp even as it softened. “i start workin’ off that tab, get a night with you, and heck we’re both winnin’ ain’t we?” 

you hummed at that. it didn’t sound so bad.

“alright,” you nodded. “but let’s focus on you not having to gun down another dozen IPC workers first.”

it was your turn to pull him along with a swift tug of his wrist, resuming your sprint just in time to avoid some more heavy footsteps heading in your direction.

“you weren’t pullin’ my leg about that sixth sense, were ya sweetheart?” boothill fell into a natural step behind you.

“consider this added to your tab.”

“yes ma’am!”

⠀ MASTERLIST / GOT A REQUEST ?

[hobicakess]

ROYAL TREATMENT | KNJ

summary: Despite your arranged marriage you are coming to love Emperor Kim Namjoon and you surely do hope he's falling just as hard. Though in times like this you wished you never came to the Korean court, but Kim Namjoon sure does have a way with words and his coc-

rating: 18+ (I'm not your mother you're in control of what you consume)

pairings: Emperor!Kim Namjoon x Empress Reader

warnings: porn with a pretty plot , husband Namjoon, unedited, arranged marriage to lovers , period typical misogyny / ideals / themes , slight angst, minor violence , MC shakes the table , talks of having children, reader has a 'not like other girls moment' sorry , smug namjoon 'i want to eat his face' SMUT, Namjoon a emperor and a Dj? , clit pinching, fingering , nipple play, breeding kink no no no , very tame choking, big body tanned namjoon im seeing a pattern in all my namjoon fics.. love confessions, p in v, Namjoon loves his wife and MC loves her hubby 🫶🏼

authors note: Howdy hotties! this is my official apology for all the times i said i was going to update but i don't lol. this has actually been in my docs for a year… don't jump me pls have mercy!!! this is heavily inspired by Bridgerton and The great because i love a good hood jam!! anyway, hope you enjoy it and if you're new to my blog check out my other works xxx

Since you've come to the Korean court to marry Kim Namjoon, he has been nothing but a gentleman.

Taking his time to get to know you as a person never forcing you to do anything you didn't want to do. You rejoiced that he didn’t take you on your wedding night instead holding you until you fell asleep in his warm arms. In your months of getting to know Namjoon you were coming to love the emperor and you hoped that he was falling just as hard. Though as of right now in this moment you wished you'd never come to this court.

Never married, never taken the time to know and love the royal that is your husband.

The Ladies of the court made you want to disappear. They were gossiping geese who didn't even read, they didn't know anything actually, only thinking of the latest hats from France or Russia. 

Aara was the leader of the flock and from what your handmaids had spilled– Aara and Namjoon used to have nightly affairs together before the two of you were married. You guess that's why she was so uppity and spiteful because she's bedded him, and you have yet too.

 “When will you and the emperor have children?” Aara asked, raising her glass teacup up to her thin lips.

“I am not ready for children nor is he''  

You and the emperor haven't even committed the act to conceive children, but she was the last person you'd tell this information to.

“When me and the emperor were intimate, he always said he'd put a baby in me. He's very vocal during lovemaking. That is too bad empress" all her geese cackle like witches while you sat in embarrassment. 

Your jaw tightened, fingertips starting to shake as you blew out a loud breath attempting to calm yourself down. You didn’t want to act out due to the fact the court saw you as a cruel person all because you were a foreigner who looked nothing like any of the ladies in Korea. Apparently, half the court believed you were the spawn of Satan or a witch, some rumors spread that you weren't even of noble blood.

All they needed was one good excuse to try and have you dethroned as empress and executed, but you couldn’t just allow her to walk all over you and talk to you in any kind of way anymore. You were still her superior. Standing from your chair everyone except Aara followed. 

Smoothing out your dress, you wait for her to move. Mockingly she looked around before she stood. “Oh, please forgive me for your grace. I did not notice you-"

The loud sound of the back of your hand making contact with her face echoed throughout the room. The music stopped playing and everyone went completely still and silent. Her geese tried to help her off the ground, but you raised a hand halting them to stop.  

“Aara. Ever since I stepped foot in this palace you have treated me with the utmost disrespect. I have spared you multiple times from my wrath because I am the empress and it’s simply not lady like” watching in satisfaction as her face reddens. 

“I do not care about your past relations with my emperor because at the end of the day. You were his whore, and I am his wife.” 

“I will bring him success; you will bring him disgrace and illegitimate bastards who will never run this country. Disrespect me again and you will be thrown into the slums and forced to work in the fields” Nodding at the ladies you walked out double doors with a newfound confidence.

A Few Days Later

“SHE'S SAID WHAT?”  you court maids' wince at the sound of your voice bouncing off the walls of your bathing room.

“Please do not be an angry empress.” Se-eun tried to reason by lightly pushing your shoulders back down into the milky lukewarm water.

“It is only a silly rumor.” Ye-Eun reassured you with a smile. 

You settle your back onto the stone behind allowing Sumin to softly brush through your thick coils. While Yoon, Isa, and Si-Eun looked for fragrances to add to the water. The girls have been your only friends since you’ve stepped foot into the castle. Sighing you let yourself relax just a little bit “What if the emperor hears of this? Surely, he’s heard that I striked her only days ago” 

“Yes, I’ve heard.” your emperor's deep voice echoed throughout the bath hall. Your Handmaid's scramble to bow but he simply raised his hand towards them “You’re dismissed.”

The girls bow toward you rushing off, now it was just you and your husband alone, and you were naked, but he couldn’t see your body through the creamy water. He walked towards you slowly moving into the spot behind you. 

“I apologize for interrupting your bathing time, but I have been busy, and this seems to be the only place we can be left alone.” 

“Of course, I understand my lord” you hum when you feel him brush through your hair. “I was gone from the palace for only six days' and yet you've already caused trouble.” He snorted, placing the brush down to lean on the tub's cold stone railing. “May I come in with you?”

You swallow hard, breathing heavily, nodding your head. You watched him wide eyed stand to his feet and start to unbutton his dress shirt showing off his golden chest, thick and toned. When he began to remove his pants you turned your head away placing your hands to your bare chest feeling your heart beating rapidly.

He stepped in leaning on the other side of the wall, “I've heard of you striking Aara, the whole noble country has” you sigh, sinking deeper in the water.

“You did well holding your own. I know she can be a.. nuisance.” he blew out a breath, thick arms stretching out to lean back on the marble. 

“Because you used to fuck her no?” The emperor sputters, eyes widening at your word.  “I have to get used to your vulgarness.” 

You hummed feeling a creeping pettiness enter your body. "Just like I have to get used to your whores." 

He stared at you with a playful glint in his eyes, "Are you jealous wife?" 

 You huff standing angrily, water dripping off your naked body, biting his lip tight, the pit of his stomach twisting in arousal as he stared at every curve and dip of your body.  “I am not a commoner; I do not get jealous.”

He swallowed trying to find the right words but she they’re not leaving his lips. You continue on your angry rant as you leave the tub grabbing your own towel. “I came here all the way from ten buck two, married a man whom I have never met, and everyone has failed to inform me on how to deal with having a husband who likes to share his seed with women who will never-”

You squeaked as a strong arm wrapped around your body. Your bare back was pressed onto a wet chest and the warmth of his breath on your neck gave you goosebumps as you shiver. “Let… me go Namjoon.”

He hummed as his hand roamed your stomach embarrassedly kneading the doughy flesh. “You won't even let me say how proud I am? My empress, my wife who speaks her mind and lets her power over her subjects be known.”

You felt hot all over as his other hand softly wrapped around your neck then trails lower and lower to your center. “I wish I was there to see it” he pressed himself into your back and you felt it. 

He was thick , and hot against your back as he groaned. “Tell me to stop and I will .. tell me please.” In front of you both there was a large mirror where you two stared at each other. He took your silence as a go to continue his touches on your body. He turned your head to him, pressing his lips to yours.

Roughly the two of you kisses tongues dancing over one anothers as his hands groped your breast, and nipples. When you both felt dizzy you part with a string of spit as you both panted. He smiled lazily  brown eyes hazy as he partied your sticky thighs with his large hand. Finger swiping the essence that drips from your core. 

“You squeal embarrassed, closing your eyes as he runs his finger effortlessly through your slippery folds, then taunting your clit. He effortlessly slipped his thick cock in between your folds, his hand gripping your hips tightly as he held your jaw in his other hand. He thrusts his hips into your pelvis smacking against your ass, your wetness coating his cock while he wildly fucked your thighs. 

“Do you know how tempting you are?” He grunts in your ear while you gasp and wither under his touch. “I must hold myself back every night from pinning you down and fucking you worth an inch of your life.”

Your stomach began to twist from the pressure of his thumb stroking your clit in rough circles, “Joon-” 

“There you go cum for me” You gasp, thighs quivering, feeling your knees wobble but he holds you up, thrusting quicker between your thighs. you fall apart in his hold shivering and gushing over him. 

He pulls his cock from between your thighs hand wrapped around himself as he uses your essence to jerk his red and leaking tip. He cums with a deep groan, white ropes landing onto your ass. Namjoon's head falls onto your shoulder breathing you in.

“Lets clean up, hm?” 

nodding weakly you allow him to bring you back into the now cool water of your bath. He cleans you without a peep only letting out soft deep rumbles 

When the cleaning is done, he brings you to your shared bedroom that is connected to the bathing room laying you softly onto the soft fabric of your bed. You watch him busy himself grabbing the oils, and lotions you always applied after bathing. His hands started from your left foot rubbing you lovingly. The aching between your legs starts again, too aware of how close his hands were to your cunt as he makes his way use to the crease of your thighs. “I do not fornicate with. . . horses.”

Wow what a way to set the mood.

Namjoon chokes on his spit, a deep laugher bubbling from the depths of his chest.

[mysouleaten]

' DOC AND BOSS ' [part one] [REMASTERED]

mafia boss! izana x doctor! reader

summary ... finding an injured member of the tenjiku yakuza hiding in an alleyway beside your apartment.. you decide to help!... not knowing he's the one in charge..

warnings ... bullet wound, izana is a bit snappy right now, fluff?, author trying to put their somewhat good writing skills to use..

an ... THIS IS AN EDITED VERSION OF CHAPTER ONE!!... sooo this was inspired by DEAD GIRL'S BEACH by @kokoch4n3l but this fic is a lot more fluffy... lol

[DOC AND BOSS masterlist]

tenjiku was one of the biggest yakuza's that ran tokyo--they were second compared to toman

but still one of the biggest when it came to land and property.. and one of their properties was your apartment complex-- your home

most who lived in this apartment building paid their bills to tenjiku, as they were the ones who kept this building from being destroyed by the government and replaced by some fancy work company.. and also leading you to being homeless..

you were very grateful for the fact they protected this apartment building... it was the cheapest and the closest to your job and university

around 8:45pm you finally were able to leave your job and drive back in the rainy night, ready to get in your comfy pj's and watch crime moves for the rest of the night and maybe order some yellow rice and soup to eat while you watch....! yeah that sounds nice

finally parking in front of your building and having a look outside the car window to see the harsh rain pouring down

you can only imagine how cold it is outside your warm car... and how wet too..

looking behind your driver's seat and reaching for your umbrella to fight back against the pouring rain from soaking you to your very core

"alright.. let's just hope I don't get completely soaked through.."

quickly opening the car door and rushing to open the umbrella over your head, shutting the door and pressing onto your car key to hear the 'beep!' of the car locking

blowing a warm breath you start to carefully walk towards the stairs that lead to your apartment, careful not to slip and bust your ass on the pavement in the process..

but hearing a loud groan made you freeze in place and hearing another louder groan over the rushing rain made you tense again but you quickly walked up the stairs and ran into your apartment... you weren't risking any crime movie shenanigans..

putting your bag down onto the bench under the coat hanger and turning your head towards the door as the.. guilty conscience starts to eat you up from the inside

what if someone was in need of help? you're not taking classes to be a doctor for nothing..!

you groan in annoyance and throw your white coat on the floor before taking the raincoat hanging on the coat hanger and quickly putting it on

slamming the door behind yourself and cussing out: "I hate being a damn doctor..! hate having a good heart..to help others! damn!"

hugging your waist to fight the cold that the rain is giving off and carefully walk down the stairs to your doom

"hopefully it's just the fucking wind and no one is actually here so I can go take my ass upstairs and--" cutting your rant short when turning the corner and seeing someone laying on the muddy ground

drenched and shivering the person was also groaning in pain

"crap.." you whisper and slowly begin to walk toward the person still being cautious and mindful of who this person you were going to help was

crouching down, careful to not touch the muddy water below

examing the man who was shakily breathing through his mouth and scrunching his eyes shut

his white long hair was muddied up and drenched

you looked down to see him holding his abdomen--blood was soaking his uniform, he was wearing the uniform of a tenjiku member!!... craaaaaap...

quickly pulling your phone out of your pocket and covering it from the rain you dial the number for an ambulance but a rough hand grabs your wrist and tries to yank the phone out of your hand "ACK!!" letting out a loud yelp

you stood up--yanking your wrist out of his grasp, and letting your phone drop near the man

you glared down at the man but quickly your breath was taken away by his eyes --which were a beautiful shade of lavender and they were staring daggers right into your own.. but they softened? when his gaze met yours

swallowing the built-up saliva in your mouth "you've been shot.. you need to go to the hospital" voice a soft whisper

he shakes his head against the wet concreate "..no..."

no? this man really wants to suffer with a bullet then..

"you-" "you..help me" the man cuts you off

"what!? wait- no! I can't! I don't have the-" your rambling gets cut off with a soft but desperate cry from the man

were you really going to drag a muddy wet mafia man up the stairs and into your apartment?..

you nervously look off to the side again as the white-haired man has been staring at you consecutively for the past couple of minutes after his 'removing bullets' procedure, you'er even surprised he's still awake after that

he's lying on his back with towels beneath him soaking up the dirty water that dripped off of him, bandages wrapped around his entire abdomen and he was facing towards you with a soft but blank? expression, like he was trying to hide everything behind his face and not give you a clue of what he's thinking..

he would shiver once in a while from the cold and you weren't so sure if you wanted to get him a blanket.. and get it soaked muddied up.. maybe you should towel him off properly before getting him a blanket? that sounded like a plan!

"im going to go and get another towel to pat you dry so I can put a blanket over you, please- please don't get up or move around, ok?" you stated

he slowly moved his head in agreement "alright- uh- I'll make you some warm food too- any preferences?" you ask

"no, anything will be alright, just get me out of the cold" he growled

you stood up briskly and rushed to find a towel and bedcover for him before he decided to stop playing nice

coming back minutes later and thankfully he didn't try to move anywhere, wandering to him and crouched down on your knees

"ok, I'll towel you off quickly!.. then you can have the bedcover and I'll get some pain medicine for you, also to try to get some rest, your body needs it...badly" you rambled to him

he didn't say anything back but the look on his face told you to 'get on with it'

jeez...what did you get yourself into...?

an ... OK! i edited some parts in and out and extended the ending! boom!! now I have to edit the masterlist and everything should be good! yaaaaaaaay!!

taglist ... @sennkawwa @mariam12344 @khfviq @wutap @bontensbabygirl @m0onz1 @ilybbg @kazutora-kurokawa @riritvt @manji-hoe @firstdivisiongirl @ureuphoriasworld @haikyuusboringassmanager @kokoch4n3l @m-ilkiee

[SORRY FOR TAGGING YOU SO MUCH, IM TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY SOME ARE NOT BEING TAGGED :( ]

[gingerjolover]

Detangle - Julien Baker x fem!crew!reader

Synopsis: Julien's gf helps her get unready after BG's Halloween show at the Hollywood Bowl :') (jesus!julien x crew!reader)

G's notes: gf is lowkey a costume designer? she's crew, but I'm putting her on the same part of the team as makeup artist! also thank you guys for being patient, if only you could see my WIP in google docs rn....

wc: somewhere around 875?

warnings: RPF, jesus!julien, slightly smutty, some light kissin n touchin, no fundamental physical descriptors?

There are very few things that could tear your eyes away from watching your girlfriend headbang onstage while dressed as Jesus. In fact, the entire thing feels like a fever dream. From sourcing the angel costumes for the band, hand-bedazzling Lucy's jacket, sewing Phoebe's veil, and then soundcheck, the lead-up to the Halloween show has felt like a whirlwind.

You're entirely unfocused, eyes parading down Julien's body, only half listening to the cues for an outfit change. "Here," your assistant says softly, eyes sparkling while watching the stage in admiration. She's handing you the boys' original jackets in order of who comes off stage first. You smile at her, grateful she's paying attention while you ogle the somewhat sacrilegious display onstage.

It's within minutes everyone is rushing off to side stage, clothes flying everywhere. Lucy is undoubtedly the easiest to change, so you work with her quickly, carefully adjusting her halo on her head before switching out her white suit jacket for Julien's original jacket. "Thank you," she whispers, kissing your cheek lightly before dashing off, Julien appearing in front of you.

"Hi pretty girl," she says out of breath, leaning in to kiss your lips quickly, already stripping off her robes.

"Jay, leave them on...no don't do that, your hair!" you excalim, Julien obviously was not listening to you earlier when you were standing between her legs bobby-pinning the crown to her hair. "Sorry, sorry-I" Julien stammers as you help her readjust the robes on her shoulders, sliding Phoebe's original jacket over her, "It's okay, you having fun?" you ask with a big smile, kissing her gently.

"The best time ever, I love you," Julien mumbles agaisnt your lips, kissign you once more on your cheek before winking and heading back out.

Your assistant is rushing Phoebe back onto the stage when you both stand beside each other, taking a deep breath before watching the rest of the show. It goes by in a blink. Before you know it, everyone is filing off stage, much slower this time. Julien, Lucy, and Phoebe walk off holding hands, doing a quick but tender group hug right off-stage before they separate, and Julien comes bounding over to you, immediately scooping you up and spinning you around. "How was it?" she asks, mouth already attached to your neck. You can't help but giggle, holding her head as she finally puts you back on the ground. "It was amazing, as always," you say.

"Oh god," you say, looking at her hair, your fingers assessing how tangled the crown is in her hair. "Not God, just me...actually, I'm the son of God," Julien says, eyes wide in a cocky smirk, holding out her arms.

"You're so..." you start, moving Julien further backstage and into the room where y'all got ready. "Sexy? Intelligent? Holy?" Julien rattles off, wiggling her eyebrows as she walks backward, trusting you to walk her in the right direction. "I was going to say ridiculous, but the first two definitely," you smile, eyes twinkling. "Not so much the third one," you giggle. "Oh, why's that?" Julien smirks, sitting in the hair chair in the empty "glam" room. "I don't think it's holy to dress up as Jesus," you start to say, Julien looking up at you with wide, almost glassy eyes, a look common post-show. "And your underwear," you snort. "What about my underwear? It says for God's eyes only," Julien goads, leaning back in the chair, watching you grab a comb and some detangler. "God wasn't the only one looking," you smirk, standing between her legs. "No, he was not," Julien groans, holding onto your hips, "You did a lot more than look," Julien mumbles, smile widening.

"Don't get all worked up," you murmur, smirking, starting to detangle her hair, pulling one piece that was particularly tangled when she all but squeals. "Ow, babe," she exclaims, eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed as she leans back a pace, staring at you offended.

"What?"

"That shit hurts!"

"Well, maybe if you didn't headbang so hard, your hair wouldn't be intertwined with your crown right now," you scold softly.

She grumbles, letting you get about 75% of the crown out of her hair before she's whining again. "You're tugging too hard, princess, my neck hurts."

"Me tugging isn't making your neck hurt, seriously Jules, you headbang so hard on stage, and I'm scared you're gonna get whiplash."

"Can't help that I'm a rockstar," she mumbles, finding your eyes before rolling them teasingly before hissing when you pull a chunk of hair.

"Stay still," you giggle, kissing her nose softly. Within 5 minutes, the rest of the crown is out, and you're handing it to Julien so she can keep it. "C'mon, we can pack up and get you unready at the house. Sounds like backstage is filling up," you comment. You can hear the voices of the various friends and peers who came to see the show down the hallway.

"Thanks, angel," Julien whispers, smirking softly as she uses the pet name, hopping off the chair and pulling you into her arms, dipping you ever so slightly to press a passionate kiss to your lips. "Vacation time starts now," she whispers teasingly, her hands in the back pockets of your pants, squeezing gently.

[florencemtrash]

Hummingbird: Chapter Four

Miguel O'Hara x Reader

What if the Earth-1610 (Miles’s universe) version of Miguel’s wife was actually Miles’s AP Art teacher?

Masterlist

Warnings: Violence and injuries

Seven months later

This shit was getting old.

One of Doc Oc’s tentacles rammed into Miguel’s side, tossing him against a wall and leaving a crack in the concrete. She smiled in satisfaction, oblivious to the spider-venom blaster he’d stuck to the underside of the mechanical arm. With a quick chirp and blast of energy the arm was blown off. It landed with a pitiful twitch on the ground as electricity sparked through its circuitry.

“Let’s go!” Hobie whooped, slamming his fingers down the guitar strings with so much force Miguel was surprised they didn’t snap in two. 

Doc Oc screamed, blown backward by an eclectic spray of pink and purple newsprint. 

Three arms down, five more to go… or so they thought. 

New arms sprouted from their old stumps, flailing around for a brief moment before they shot out towards Hobie. 

He barely dodged the series of blows.

“Is that hammer space, bruv?!” 

Joder.

Hobie lept around the barren stage, launching battered amplifiers slathered in a dozen layers of stickers towards her. A stray limb punched through the drumset as Hobie spun out of the way. 

He gasped. The amps they could replace, but no one fucked with his instruments.

“Is it time to call for backup?” Lyla asked Miguel as Hobie gripped the neck of his guitar (the battle-safe one of course) and swung at Doc Oc’s head.

“Do not call for backup!” Miguel growled in annoyance. 

He could handle this.

“Yeah, I didn’t even ask you to come, mate!” Hobie yelled over the sound of Doc Oc sailing over the empty mosh pit and crashing into the guard rails. “I ain’t part of no band.”

“You literally just finished a concert three hours ago!” 

“That got nothing to do with you.”

Miguel groaned, ready to bash his head into the wrecked drum kit. 

No puedo más. No puedo más. He found himself thinking that a lot lately.

But as much as Hobie and Miguel liked to pretend they hated each other, they made a good team out in the field. They swung from the ceiling lights, electric blue and pink lights showering down on them in that crazed, photomontage way that tinged every part of Hobie’s world. It was enough to give Miguel a headache. 

The worst part about the multiverse is that there was no telling what kinds of powers and modifications existed out there. For example, Miguel didn’t know a Doc Oc existed that had lasers shoot out of their tentacles.

“I feel like it’s time to call for backup.” Lyla repeated, casually watching from the safety of her AI existence as Miguel’s webs were split in two and he took a sickening punch to the jaw. He shook his head, blinking away the dots in front of his eyes as he took a moment to rest in the comfort of his rubble sofa.

“Do not call Jess. She’s on maternity leave.”

“I wasn’t talking about Jess.” Lyla grinned mischeviously. 

Miguel narrowed his eyes, “No. Absolutely not.”

It was too soon, far too soon for him to drag you into a fight like this. 

“CALL FOR BACKUP!” Hobie cried out from the confines of Doc Oc’s tentacles, squirming around and trying to use his head spikes to free himself.

“You weren’t saying that earlier!”

“THAT’S THE TOXIC MASCULINITY TALKING! YOU GOT TO BE COMFORTABLE WITH CHANGING YOUR OPINION AND ADMITTING YOUR FAU-”

A portal opened up stage left. 

Miles swung out first, black and red suit standing out like an ink stain.

“¡¿Alguien pidió ayuda?!” Miguel could hear his smug smile through the mask.

“You already called him!?” Miguel scowled and hopped onto his feet, sprinting to join the fight as Miles landed his first punch against Doc Oc. 

Relief flooded his system. He thought that-

“I actually called her.” Lyla said, pointing a finger with a grin.

Miguel’s heart skipped a beat.

You stepped through the portal, adjusted the gloves on your newly designed suit and teleported yourself onto Doc Oc’s back, casually blinking away any tentacles that got too close. 

You were absolutely buzzing with excitement. Nevermind that you were currently blinking across spacetime to avoid the lazers that left behind scorched scars on the grass. This was your first real mission outside of occasionally helping Miles with his friendly neighborhood Spider-Man duties. And in Hobie’s dimension no less! Ever since you’d seen his unique color palette and design you’d been itching to see his world for yourself. Maybe you and Miles could take an impromptu field trip to the nearest museum afterwards.

“Lyla said you didn’t want to call me.” You said, happy with the way his eyes slightly widened beneath his mask. He coughed to clear his throat.

“You’re supposed to be at work.” Miguel said, tearing into Doc Oc’s tentacles with his forearm blades, “I didn’t want to bother you.”

“It’s summer break.” 

“You said you were teaching summer classes.” 

“I am! Only five kids are enrolled and he,” You tilted your head towards Miles, who waved back before he tore off an arm, "was the only one who could come to the Met field trip. Which you so rudely interrupted by the way.” The smile in your voice exposed the fact that you were quite ok with the interruption.

Miguel rolled his eyes half-heartedly, hoping you didn’t notice his restrained smile.  “Let’s just get the job done.”

And you did. 

Fighting a flesh-and-blood supervillain was a far cry from the simulations you’d fought at Spidey HQ where the only injury you could sustain was a blow to your pride when Lyla flashed the battle stats on the screen. Your training also didn’t account for the absolute chaos of working with a team. You nearly got in the way of one of Miles’s spider venom blasts and accidentally teleported onto Hobie’s back, throwing him off his rhythm long enough for a punch from Doc Oc to send you both crashing. Miguel had nearly lost his mind after that.

But after walking away from the fight with only a bruised jaw, cut upper arm, and a very disgruntled Doc Oc in tow, you were going to call your first real superhero outing a success.

“Sorry about earlier,” you said, extending a hand out to Hobie from where he groaned on the ground. He grabbed your arm and rolled onto his feet, shaking the dust off his jacket.

“Eh, it’s part of the learning.” He straightened his coat and reattached one of the pins he’d tucked safely away in his pocket, “Not bad for a first anomaly though.”

“Hmmmm, are we counting Spot?”

“No.”

“Damn.”

A shadow fell over your shoulder and you smirked, turning around on your heels to come face to face with Miguel. The fight was over, but somehow Miguel looked even more tense and irrate than before. Behind his back you saw Doc Oc yell and punch at the orange walls of her prison. 

“Are you here to say good job?” You teased.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, voice tight.

Hobie brushed past you, “I’m good, cheers.” he said, patting Miguel on the shoulder before heading over to where Miles stared in awe at the anomaly. You felt more than saw Miguel roll his eyes.

“I wasn’t asking you.” 

“I know.” 

Hobie’s reply widened your smile. There was something glorious about seeing Miguel lose his cool. Normally you tried to get him to smile or laugh, but sometimes annoyance was an easier emotion to muster from him. It reminded you that beneath all that hard-won armour was a man just trying his best.

“I’m fine, Miguel.” You said. 

He gently tugged at the bottom of your mask and you took the hint, pulling it off entirely. Miguel’s frown deepened as he gently tucked a finger beneath your chin and turned your face to the side, eyes narrowed in on your swollen jaw. You tried not to blush under his watchful gaze. It really wasn’t a terrible injury, and with your enhanced healing it would fade within a day, but it stll felt like a gut punch to Miguel.

You were used to this kind of attention from him. The first two months after joining the Spider Society had been a pool of uncertainty that you’d flapped around in with little control - you’d been uncertain about your powers, the multiverse and your place in it, and your relationship with Miguel… especially your relationship with Miguel. 

His aloofness was only matched by his sincerity and once you’d forgiven him for what he’d done to Miles, you found him easy to like. His grouchiness and sarcasm pulled smiles from you as easily as water from a spring, and it didn’t escape anyone’s notice that you were the only one who could make him laugh and crack through his walls. But there was always that itch in the back of your mind that told you he only cared because you looked like his wife, not because you’d both grown to know and care for each other. 

You tried not to think about it too often. 

It made moments like these harder to handle.

“Nada que no pueda manejar.” You said softly, pulling his hand away and towards the anomaly, “Now come on. This anomaly isn’t just going to hop dimensions on its own.” 

Miguel opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately relented, allowing you to lead him to where Hobie and Miles bent their heads towards one another, shooting jokes back and forth as easily as their webs.

Margo portaled in to help Miguel take Doc Oc to Earth-928 and you watched their retreating backs disappear with a blink before Hobie turned towards you and Miles, rubbing his hands together and pulling you both into his side.

“Now! Who’s ready to see some real art?”

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“I can’t believe all the museums in your dimension are Koons-themed.” Miles said, slouching in his seat and looking positively disappointed.

“Why’d you think I took you to the back alleys, mate. Real art’s cheap.”

“Say that to my bank account after a trip to Blick.” You muttered, biting into your empanada with a groan of satisfaction.

You sat cross-legged on top of the bench, watching Margo’s cyber body split into two as the Go Home Machine whirred to life. Its metal claws clicked together, sounding like the chirping of birds as it spun its web around Doc Oc as she watched with no small amount of curiosity.

“You think you could ever do that?” Hobie asked, leaning against your shoulder and slinging his arm around you casually. 

You raised your eyebrow, “What, forcefully send a living person back to their home dimension?”

He shrugged nonchalantly.

“You try interdimensional travel without your fancy watch and tell me how easy it is.” You said with a grin, poking at his side until he squirmed away with a chuckle. You took the opportunity to steal a french fry from him.

“Alright, alright, stop. I think you could do it.”

The four of you watched as the Go Home Machine finished its kaleidoscopic work. Miguel always had a clinical view of the work he did and the machines he created. Whenever it was traveling to another world, or encountering a new being (Spider-Person or otherwise) the last thing on his mind was beauty or a fascination with the ways things were. That’s where you two differed the most. So while Miguel hardly ever stayed around to watch the Go Home Machine run its science-magic, you always craned your neck to catch glimpses of the worlds beyond Earth-928.

“I better check in with Miguel.” You said, hopping off the table once Doc Oc was safely back in her home universe.

Hobie, Miles, and Margo all shot each other a knowing look before you could notice. 

Now that school was out for the summer you found yourself spending more and more time on Earth-928, and after six months of training you could walk to Miguel’s lair from any part of the building with a blindfold on. The first few weeks you hadn’t been able to suppress the slight unease at entering the dark room where many of the captured anomalies would sneer at you like you were a meal to be hunted.

Now… not so much.

“You’re still here, Norm?” You asked, catching sight of the familiar gentleman who shrugged and smiled. He sat comfortably on the floor, purple hood and goggles abandoned beside him to expose his weathered face.

“Still here,” He repeated, “I suppose I’m not as high a priority to send home now that I’m not, you know, evil anymore.” He sighed, “I just can’t believe my luck. I leave an alternate universe and not even a year later I’m sucked into another one!” He chuckled.

“I’ll talk to Spider-Man about it.” 

“Peter?!” His eyes brightened at the possibility.

“Ummm…no. Sorry.” 

He nodded, shoulders deflating every so slightly, “Thanks anyway Spider-”

“Y/sh/n, actually.” Miles and Gwen had helped you come up with it.

“Well, thank you Y/sh/n.” He said and waved you on before he could steal more of your time.

“I told you it’s dangerous to talk to the anomalies.” Miguel said, eyes still trained on the screens as you blinked next to him. One day you’d manage to sneak up on him, but today was not that day. 

You frowned when you saw he was still wearing his mask. 

“Well you’re talking to me right now, aren’t you?” You said, bumping his shoulder with your own before climbing onto the empty space on his desk he subtly reserved for you.

Miguel stiffened and his fingers froze over the keys. It had taken you months to fully forgive him for all the terrible things he’d said and done to Miles - the things he may have said to you if you didn’t have his wife’s face… if you were just a regular anomaly.

“That’s not what I-.” 

“You also said Earth-199999’s Peter Parker took care of the Green Goblin. I think we’re fine.” 

He nodded and sighed. His eyes were killing him right now and even the faint flicking of the red-orange lights from the screens felt like blows to his skull. 

“He wants to go home.” You said and saw his eyes flicker to the anomaly on the screen, red and tired.

“I know. He’s scheduled to be sent back tonight. I promise.” 

You nodded with satisfaction and snapped your fingers, a pair of sunglasses blinking into the palm of your hand, “You should take a break. You’ve been working non-stop for over two days now.”

“I’ve got work to do.”

“The multiverse is not going to shatter because you take a thirty-minute lunch break, Miguel.” 

He eyed you warily and shook his head, fingers flying across the touchpad like they were racing to win gold. 

He always did this. He always worked himself to the bone until you would find him red-eyed and slumped over the tabletop for one of his thirty-minute “power-naps.” 

“Lyla.” You called out. The woman appeared perched on your shoulders.

“You rang?”

“Can you please tell Miguel that the multiverse isn’t going to collapse before he does?” 

“Ooooh you said please. I like you.” Miguel muttered a few choice words under his breath, “The multiverse is holding steady. I’ll alert you if anything changes at all.” Lyla winked at you and disappeared. 

“Realmente necesito cambiar su código.” Miguel grumbled.

“¡Ni se te ocurra!”

Miguel tightened his lips but said nothing. You slid over to sit in front of him and pushed against his chest until he finally relented and sat down in the chair. He didn’t want to admit this, but the only reason he agreed to sit down was because he’d fractured two ribs in the fight, and you pressing against his chest hurt like a bitch.

“Did you really come all this way just to get me to rest?”

“Obviously.” You tossed the sunglasses into his lap along with the extra empanada you’d been carrying around the last half-hour. You hoped it was still warm, but then again, if it weren’t for you he probably wouldn’t have remembered to eat at all. 

The corner of his mouth tilted up. “Gracias.” 

“Solo cállate y come. Lo juro, es como si estuviera tratando de mantener viva una planta de interior. Una planta de interior muy obstinada.”

He tilted his head down, hiding his face as his mask disappeared. 

You held your breath, reaching out instinctively to hold his face in between your hands. Color rushed into his cheeks, emphasizing the dark, purple bruise that crawled its way up from his jawline to his cheek bone, the flesh around it swollen and warm when you carefully traced it with your finger. The bridge of his nose was similarly bruised, the strong slope of his nose tilted ever so slightly to the left. 

Miguel also stopped breathing, the pain hardly registering as he felt your eyes against his skin as physical and real as your hands.

You became all too aware of the closeness, the way he was looking at you. A familiar and malicious voice scratched the back of your mind - What are you to him? Who are you to him? Who is he really thinking about when he looks at you like that?

You let go of his face, your heart sinking in your chest.

“¿Qué te sucedió?” You murmured. His brown-red eyes were wide and soft.

He cleared his throat, disappointment gathering in his chest when you withdrew your hands, “I guess I should have called for backup sooner.” 

“Where else are you hurt?”

“I’m not-”

“Where else are you hurt? Y no te atrevas a mentirme.” 

Miguel melted under your fiery gaze. You weren’t one to show your anger - teaching teenagers had strengthened your patience - but Miguel had a special way of pushing your buttons, whether he knew it or not. 

“I may or may not have cracked a rib… or two.” 

“Miguel!” 

“I’ll heal!” 

“Estúpido, bastardo terco.” You muttered under your breath with no small measure of affection.

You reached over and gently pressed on his stomach, hearing him hiss in pain. He grabbed your arm to get you to stop, shame coloring his bruised cheek.

“I’ll be ok. I promise.” He whispered when you leaned down from your seat to inspect his jaw again. Any longer under your watchful gaze and he might just combust.

“I know you’ll be ok. I just…” Your lips tightened. “I don’t like to see you hurt.”

You’d been in this situation before with Miguel a few times. It always ended with him promising to take better care of himself, holding to that promise for a few weeks, and then falling back into old, self-destructive habits. The others said he had gotten better about taking care of himself ever since you’d come into the picture, but you found that hard to believe. 

“I don’t like to see you hurt either.” He admitted, gently rubbing up and down your forearms. He eyed the tear in your suit, and the clean white bandage that peeked through. 

Who is he really thinking of?

You told that voice to shut up.

“So you can imagine how worried I get when I see you like this.” 

Miguel sighed, running his hands through his hair and mussing up the curls. He could imagine it all too well. Every time you left for your own dimension a knot of worry would sink in his chest like a boulder dropped into a lake, and it wouldn’t dissipate until the next time he saw you safe and whole. He flinched at the very thought of you sporting bruises and cracked bones like the ones he had - the scars he bore after years on the job.

“What would you have me do?” He asked, “I can’t just give this up.” 

“I’m not- No one is asking you to. I know you need to do this. But you don’t have to do it alone. You know any of the other Spider-People would be more than happy to help monitor things in the Spider-Verse.” 

“One - it’s the Arachnoid Humanoid Poly-Multiverse. And two - the other Spider-People aren’t like me. They can’t do what I do.”

“You’re right, they’re a hell of a lot funnier” He scoffed, setting his jaw in a scowl that had pain flaring up the left side of his face. “And they don’t go around punching teenagers.”

“That was one time!” 

Your lips turned in a downward smile, trying to suppress your laughter at the indignant expression on his face. The scowl on his face slowly but surely loosened, twisting into a barely concealed smile.

“Stop doing that.” He muttered.

“Doing what?” You asked innocently.

“Getting me to smile and laugh. It hurts my ribs.” 

“All the more reason to get some rest, Miguel.” You said, ruffling his hair and gleaming with satisfaction when he finally allowed himself to smile. You plucked the sunglasses from his lap and placed them on his face, careful not to upset his healing nose.

How was it possible that he hated and loved the way you said his name so much? He knew you cared for him. The first two months had been tense and filled with questions of what you were to one another - A mistake? A bad memory? Husband and wife? It had been a time when every touch, glance, and hidden smile had been given with a measure of uncertainty and restraint.

Miguel didn’t feel that way anymore. When you messed up his hair and forced his hidden smile out into the open he just saw you. Not some version of his wife. Not someone he’d barely known. Not someone he’d lost. 

Just you.

“If I promise to take the night off to sleep and let Ben and LEGO Peter take care of it, would that satisfy you?” 

You hummed in thought, “How many hours of sleep are we talking about?” 

“Four.” 

“Seven.” You countered.

“Five.” 

“Deal.” You stuck out your hand, a wide grin on your face that Miguel matched when he shook your hand.

“What would I do without you?” He asked sarcastically.

You scoffed, “Shrivel up and die, probably.” 

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Author's note: Here's Chapter Four! Y/n is feeling some insecurity about her relationship with Miguel... I wonder if that will come up again in the next chapter 👀...........

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[maximwtf]

“Did I win?”

       Pearl  x gem reader

words: 1300

google docs pages: 2

warnings: Sword fight, think that’s it?

opening: You’re training with Pearl, but an accident happens and you end up getting poofed. 

AN// Reader can be any gem! They/them pronouns used!^^ Ugh this one is a little short, but I didn’t even assume this idea would make for a long one :”D

                                       “Did I win?”

Pearl had taken you to the ancient sky arena for some training. You both knew how to fight and had a lot of experience, and since today seemed to be calm enough, you thought it would be fun to spend time with her. You remember doing this type of training with her in the past more often, but as time passed on the tradition of coming down to the arena for fights died down. You hadn’t been sure if Pearl ever missed doing this, but after building up the courage to ask her, you were surprised to know that she had missed it too. 

You stood on the other side of the floating arena, watching Pearl’s sword. Neither of you were using your personal weapons, but instead normal swords. Before this, you had both warmed up by fighting off a couple of holo pearls. After finishing them off, you prepared to take her on next. You knew she had more experience with swords than you, since close combat wasn’t your forte. That though, didn’t mean you weren’t going to try. Someone might have called you insane for that, but this wasn’t serious. You were doing this for fun, and both of you knew when to stop. 

A gust of wind blew past the two of you, causing your hair to move with the wind. Pearl took that as a sign to start, as she took a couple long steps towards you and clashed her sword against yours. The power of the first hit caused you to move backwards a little, a heavy wave of wind blowing up some loose sand from the ground. You smirked at the sight before lifting your sword and hitting both sides of Pearl’s once as you moved forward, making her back away. You didn’t want to get too close to the edge. She landed a couple other hits which you blocked. You soon saw an opening, and took that as a chance to try and kick her off of her feet. She seemed to saw that coming, and flipped over elegantly, landing on her feet. She had a serious look on her face, but you knew she was enjoying this. She was able to move so swiftly that it was hard to land any actual hits. While you were caught in your thoughts, she placed her sword against yours, but this time it was tilted upwards. You gaped your mouth a little as she pushed the sword out of your hands.Your eyes widened as an echo of the sword hitting the ground behind you rang for a moment, before your eyes returned to Pearl. “Oh, this isn’t over yet.” You laughed slightly, gritting your teeth a little as you thought how you’d get your sword back. Pearl’s eyes were keen, stuck on you to follow any movements. You took a step back, seeing how she followed along. You knew she wouldn’t attack if you were unarmed, but the second that sword was in your hand again, she was ready. Letting out a quiet huff, you turned your back to Pearl and ran up to the sword. You knew she’d be right behind you when you turned around, so instead when you had confirmed a good grip on the sword’s handle, you ducked down. A gust of wind went over your head when Pearl’s sword missed. You slid further away and stood up again, getting a better grip of the handle this time. She wouldn’t be able to pull that trick again. 

Your mind was focused on something else again, when you saw Pearl take a high jump and clash her sword back against yours with force. You slid back a little, still staying up. She lifted her sword again, but there was a gap of time between that and her next hit. You took the opportunity and almost swiftly hit her, but you realised just before the hit that it would actually hurt her if you finished the fight like this. This caused you to pause the movement and drop your sword. A dumb move. Pearl didn’t have the time to take back her attack, and the sword landed on you. You felt air leave your lungs as your eyes widened, the sword going through you. “OH- Y/n! I didn’t mean to-” Pearl’s cracked voice said as she tried her best to keep you on your feet. You gave her a quick look, but before you could say a word, you poofed away. Some wind blew against Pearl’s face, and as the clouds around your gem disappeared she saw it laying on her hands. Her mouth hung open a little as she began to blame herself. What was she going to tell the others? 

Pearl had taken care of poofed gems multiple times in the past, but seeing your gem in the house every time she was there hurt her, a reminder of the events from before. She hadn’t meant to do that, she would never! But even with the regret, she knew there was no use in talking to your gem now, she would have to wait until you were ready to reform. It had already been a little over a week, but Pearl knew how long this could take and she was going to give you all the time you needed. 

As gems didn’t need to sleep like humans, she would spend some nights watching over your gem. Steven would sometimes try to stay up as well and hide from Pearl, since she would tell him to go back to bed otherwise. As much as she tried to go on with her days normally, the other gems could see that she was upset, but all of them knew that there was nothing to be done. Waiting for you to reform was up to you. 

The sun had gone down once again, and like for the past few days Pearl had stayed in the house with your gem even after everyone else had left and the house had quieted down. She sat silently on the couch, mind fogged with mixed thoughts. She could hear Steven’s calm breathing which calmed her mind a little, knowing that he was asleep and couldn't see her like this. But then suddenly, a bright light broke the darkness of the house when your gem rose up. A gasp left Pearl’s mouth, as she watched the white mass begin to take a form. It didn’t take long before you were back to your normal self. You fell on the floor,  a lot less elegantly than you would have hoped for. “Ah-” You gasped before looking up, one hand placed on your head. Pearl sprung up to hug you. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.” She said, letting go of you a little to see better. You began to laugh silently, realising what time it must have been. “Pearl, it’s okay. I’m fine.” You then said, looking around. “How long has it been?” Your voice then asked, eyes settling back on Pearl. “Almost two weeks.” She quickly replied. You noticed how her eyes were going over your form, as if she was making sure you were truly okay. You knew if you’d let her she’d be all over you, making sure you were actually in one piece. “You like the new look?” You broke the silence, getting Pearl’s eyes to come back to yours as a blush creeped on her face. “So…” You mumbled, gaze wandering again. “Did I win?”  A grin formed on our face when you looked back at Pearl. She smacked you shoulder gently before replying. “Yes. Yes, you did.”

[alexawynters]

Scarlet Whispers pt 10

Gif not mine, as always

Trigger Warnings: Some gore and violence.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Rating: M. Minors DNI

Masterlist with parts 1-9 here

Chapter Ten

A/N: I Googled the recipe for authentic Hungarian Chicken Paprikash in order to see how difficult it might actually be to make, and as someone who can’t cook but three things, I have to say it looks hella complicated. I’m giving Reader far more credit than I would ever give myself with regards to kitchen skills.. That said it sounds delicious and now I want it :’(  Someone pls feed me. Also I felt super bad that I went so long without posting when I had this just… sitting in my Google Docs, so uh… have another chapter. I only have 12 written so far though so I guess I better get to steppin’. sweats nervously

The pair of you had elected on a movie marathon today, watching the Hobbit series together on the couch when Wanda felt it. That telltale tingle in the back of her mind, signaling that her wards had been tripped. This wasn’t the alarm for a breach, but rather letting her know that someone was at the perimeter attempting to get in. Pearly teeth grit in rage - how dare someone ruin her perfectly good afternoon with you? Everything was coming together, and now someone had the audacity to try and intrude, possibly to try and take you away from her? Wanda couldn’t have that.

Pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, the redhead informed you she needed to check on one of her projects and it might be a while. Your pout was quickly kissed away, Wanda directing you to play the new video game she had gotten you last month. Unintentionally, you had been putting it off - between spending time with Wanda and trying to play all the other video games you had, there hadn’t been much time for it. Excitedly, you agreed, getting the disc ready before putting it in the console, as Wanda stepped away. Sure it would be better with the woman by your side, but you could be patient while she worked on her projects. 

Or at least, you would try to be. Healthy relationships and all, you had to be able to spend time apart, and you certainly spent enough time together even if secretly your selfish heart thought not enough.

Out of your view and satisfied you were preoccupied for the foreseeable future, the witch conjured her battle regalia, and stepped through a portal to the ground's perimeter. From the moment she stepped through, the cause of the alarm became readily apparent - Stephen Strange stood just beyond the barrier looking smarmy as ever.

Wanda was getting really sick of that stupid goatee.

“Stephen,” Wanda said, calmly, “How did you find me?” She asked, but she didn’t truly care, the how didn’t really matter.

”America didn’t sell you out, if that’s what you’re asking. The trail of death and destruction you’d left pointed me in the right direction. It took a while but eventually I found where you've been hiding, as you had to know I would.”

The witch hummed noncommittally. “I’m just trying to get my family back, Stephen. You of all people should understand that. I’ve seen what you have done to try and reunite with Christine. Can you blame me for wanting to be happy? Why do you get to choose the reality we all must live in, but when I try to make a life for myself, I’m labeled a villain?”

Strange knew there was some truth to her words, but he was never one to back down. “The family you had wasn’t real, Wanda. They never wer-”

“They were real to me!” The witch seethed, cutting him off.

“In almost every other universe, we are together and happy. If I have to go through you to make that happen, I will. To you they aren’t real, but to me they are my family, and I would burn every universe for them.” Red eyes blazed in rage, and Stephen had no doubt the Scarlet Witch meant her words.

Nevertheless, the sorcerer had no patience for empathizing with his former colleague. There was an innocent person in her grasp and it was his duty to save them. “You have to let her go, Wanda. You can’t hold her against her will like this.”

A sinister chuckle. “Against her will? Does she look like she’s being held against her will?”

With a flick of her stained fingers, and a hazy one-way portal appeared off to the side of them, showing where you were currently engrossed in playing your new video game: Baldur’s Gate 3. From there the scene changed to the recent dates you both had been going on, and how happy you were spending time together, focusing on just how enamored you looked gazing up at Wanda. Another twitch of ink-tinged digits, and the images were gone.

The sorcerer had to admit you didn’t look unhappy, but that didn’t mean all was as it seemed. He knew there was no way she had come clean to you about everything she had done to get you here. If she had, surely you would have run for the hills by now, or at least attempted to. Things wouldn’t be so rosy for you if he left you in her care, Stephen was certain.

“Be that as it may, this Y/N doesn’t belong with you. You decimated entire universes in your search for her, leaving countless innocents dead in your wake. Does she know that? Does she know that you murdered her parents in this universe?” He asked, knowing full well the answer.

His words stung, Wanda knowing that some part of him was right in this instance. No, she hadn’t told you, and initially she had never intended to. As she had gotten closer to you though, Wanda realized she wanted you to know. Not to hurt you, but to solidify that she would always keep you safe from any harm, no matter who it was. She loved you, truly, and wanted you to know everything about her. However, she couldn’t risk that until she was sure your heart wouldn’t turn away from her with the knowledge she revealed.

“They were abusing her, Stephen! In your infinite wisdom, did you know that? Do you know the life she led before me? I’m not her captor, Strange, I saved her! Here she is happy, and I provide her with everything she could ever want or need. Taking that away from her for the sake of your pitiful morality and duty, that would be the real crime. Y/N deserves to be loved, to be happy, and so do I. Don’t take that from us.”

Strange knew he couldn’t win on logic alone. This would undoubtedly end in another showdown, but he was hoping he could reason with the witch. “It’s not just about rescuing her from your clutches, Wanda. You have caused real harm to the multiverse. Untold suffering, trillions annihilated for your selfish obsession. You have to be stopped, Wanda. What’s to prevent you from killing Y/N when she doesn’t fall in line like you want? What will you do then, toss her body aside like so many other innocent people, tearing through countless more universes to find another copy? When will it stop?”

“I would never hurt her!” the redhead snaps, her magic flaring out in warning. She was blatantly ignoring the fact that not long ago she was chasing you through a forest in the fear and anger that you were leaving her. Even then though, she had never planned to hurt you, certainly not kill you. Only to teach you a lesson. Wanda deeply resented that Stephen thought she would ever purposely hurt you. Not to any lasting degree at any rate. She loved you. You were her everything, the key to her happiness.

The witch took a steadying breath, calming herself. She had to think of you first, and she didn’t want to risk a battle so close to her home with you in it. “I have no intention of leaving this universe ever again, Stephen. I can’t say that I am sorry for what I did - it has brought me here with Y/N. But we are happy here, and unless someone comes along to threaten my family, I otherwise have no need to ever harm anyone ever again.”

She paused to look Strange in the eyes, trying to convey her sincerity. “Please Stephen, just go. Leave us in peace. This doesn’t have to be a fight. I’m so… tired… of fighting, Strange, but I want to be clear: I will never give up what is mine. I will neutralize any threat to her, or her happiness, and that includes you.”

The sorcerer couldn’t deny that Wanda looked every bit as exhausted as she suggested at this moment. Unfortunately, he still couldn’t allow the greatest threat to the multiverse that’s ever existed to continue free. Stephen believed that Wanda believed she wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, but that didn’t mean that he trusted her temper. Having already proven volatile at best, and if he left her alone with you, there was nothing stopping Wanda from going on the rampage he expected her to, should you step one toe out of line.

With a deep sigh, he looked at the ground, pondering his options, wishing there was another way. “I’m sorry, Wanda. I can’t take that risk. Not with someone as powerful as you. I’ll ask you one last time, let Y/N go, and surrender. This doesn’t have to end in blood.”

The witch tilted her head, studying him. “I’m afraid that’s where you’re wrong, Stephen.”

Purposefully she strode through the barrier to her home, no longer protected by it, able to engage if necessary. “I won’t let you take her from me. I won’t allow anyone to take her from me, ever again. I have grown so much stronger since we last fought. If you insist on your foolish crusade, this will end with your blood.

By now Wanda was mere feet in front of the sorcerer, refusing to back down. “Like you said, Strange. Last chance.” She tilted her head again, and a chill ran down Stephen’s spine at her determined, if slightly unhinged visage.

Strange sighed, moving to take a defensive stance, when suddenly the witch’s arm was protruding from his chest. He let out a surprised grunt. He hadn’t even seen her move, but he could feel the agony radiating throughout his body, proof enough that she had.

With a disgusting squelch, Wanda withdrew her hand, his heart clutched firmly within, still beating. Horror darkened the man’s face as he stared in shock. He hadn’t even seen her move, much less been able to react. How had she gotten so fast? Pain and shock prevented him from even speaking.

“I’m sorry it had to be this way, Stephen, but I told you. If you continued to come for me, it would be the Scarlet Witch you would be dealing with.” With an almost regretful look at his flabbergasted expression, Wanda crushed his heart in her hand before dropping it. What was left of the ruined organ thudded onto the ground at almost the same time his body did.

Wanda turned and began walking back towards the cottage, not looking back as she waved her hand. Red phosphenes surrounded Stephen Strange’s body as it disintegrated into ash. She neglected to take a portal this time, electing instead to take the long way to the house in the hopes the night air would steady her. It didn’t.

Eventually setting foot in your shared home, Wanda cast a glance towards the living room and was relieved to see you were clearly still enthralled with your new game. So engrossed were you, that you failed to notice Wanda, hand and arm covered in blood, as she headed towards the bathroom for a shower. Though she could have cleaned herself instantly with magic, she knew she was in no state of mind to return to you just yet. Despite how unaffected Wanda had made an effort to appear to Strange, her sins were weighing heavily on her heart. Killing someone she had once fought beside was not something she relished. Another death she was going to have to explain to you one day. Since the walk hadn’t done anything to ease her troubled heart and mind, the witch set about taking a shower. It stood to reason you would hear it and not question her continued delay, buying her time to not only clean up but hopefully also clear her head. 

Her shower was longer than usual, with less time spent cleaning than simply existing. Rivulets of water ran down her face as the redhead stood beneath the showerhead, staring sight unseeing at the shower wall. A necessary evil, she told herself. That didn’t make the weight of his death any less burdensome. What was she supposed to have done? Even if she had let him go, eventually he would have come back, the insufferable pest that he was. Likely then with numbers that even the Scarlet Witch might struggle with. She couldn’t have risked that. Risked you. Never again.

Why couldn’t he have just left her well enough alone? Wanda had meant what she said: she had no intention of universe hopping anymore. All she had ever wanted was her family. Now that she had you, she could begin rebuilding that, and you were making such good progress for her. Why would she want to start over with another variant of you, when you were just… so perfect for her? She still missed your Avenger variant, but every day that hole in her heart hurt just a little less. Besides, something about you specifically had a hold on her heart in a way she hadn’t anticipated.

Maybe in the beginning Wanda might.. have gone searching for another if you had not panned out as she expected. Terrible as that was to admit. Instead, from the moment she laid eyes on you before even entering into this universe, she was gripped by you. It was Fate, she was sure of it. And now? She couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. Of ever even trying to find another. Out of the vast multiverse, there was only this version of you. She wanted you as you were, and she refused to let you go or allow any harm to come to you. Even if it meant protecting you from herself.

A shuddering breath was exhaled, and Wanda began slowly rinsing the blood off of her face and out of her hair. She may have left you with a video game to keep yourself entertained, but Wanda knew from experience if she wasn’t there, it wouldn’t be too long before you would come looking. Wanda had become your rock, your favorite person. You could be playing your favorite game of all time, but if Wanda was not present, you wouldn’t have nearly as much fun. It was sort of cute how you would look for her at every opportunity, unable to stand being without her for too long. She felt similarly, and hoped you knew that now.

Finally clean, and deeming herself capable of functioning again, the witch changed into her most comfortable pajamas before mindlessly making her way back to the living room where you were. Absorbed in your game as you were, you only vaguely registered Wanda’s presence returning. You scooted slightly on the couch to make room for her, without ever taking your eyes away from the screen.

“Hey, Wands!” you said, enthusiastically. “How is your project coming along?”

The former hero was not ready to speak just yet, so she simply hummed instead, and leaned against you. She took comfort in your familiar warmth, even if your arms weren’t around her just now, your presence was enough to be soothing.

The lack of a proper response caught your attention. You almost didn’t turn to look at her, being in the midst of a pivotal battle, but you were glad you did. Hazel eyes puffy and tinted pink from crying met yours. Alarmed, you immediately stopped playing, controller forgotten in your lap, the game not even paused. Turning to the older woman, you placed one hand on her arm, the other to her cheek which she leaned in to.

“Wanda? What’s wrong? Has something happened?” 

Oh her precious detka, thought the witch. Always such a big heart, eager to provide comfort and aid. Perhaps if she were to tell you, maybe you would understand. Maybe you would forgive her. As she took in your concerned gaze though, she knew she wasn’t ready to risk it. Not right now. Instead, she shook her head to your question, unwilling to answer it.

“Can we not talk about it right now?” Her Sokovian accent was slightly more pronounced.

Though you were dying of curiosity as to what could bring someone so mighty to tears, you didn’t press. It’s not as if there would be something someone as powerless as you could do anything about whatever it was anyway. All you could do was ask and offer comfort. Wanda would tell you when she was ready. Until then, this was your opportunity to return some of the love and support she had provided you with, and you positively ached to bring that to her. Wordlessly, you pulled her into your arms, leaning back on the couch until she was laying atop your body. Murmuring gentle words of reassurance, you held her close, occasionally running your fingers through her auburn locks.

After a while, you grabbed the remote nearby and turned the tv from your video game to the DVD player. The Dick Van Dyke show began playing softly in the background, and Wanda’s chest bloomed with love for you at your thoughtfulness. She nuzzled further into your embrace, staying that way for the better part of the rest of the day as you both dozed intermittently.

Hours later Wanda slipped into a proper sleep, and once evening had rolled around, you took it upon yourself to cook dinner. Though you hadn’t wanted to part from the witch, she clearly needed the rest, and you wanted to surprise her by making dinner for her. Carefully you rolled her away from your chest and onto the couch instead, placing one of the pillows beneath her head. The only indication she registered any change was the slight, adorable scrunching of her nose. Why was this woman so damn cute?!

The kitchen had never been your chosen domain. Before Wanda, you were more likely to burn a pot of water than actually cook something successfully. Now you were hoping some of her lessons had rubbed off on you as you rummaged through the pantry and fridge trying to locate ingredients. With any luck you would be able to throw together and create something vaguely resembling an edible meal.

It was a pleasant surprise for you to discover that you currently had all the ingredients available to make Chicken Paprikash - Wanda’s favorite meal from her home in Sokovia. Going through her recipe note cards, it didn’t take you long to find it, and soon you were throwing seasonings in a pot along with some onions, tomatoes, peppers, and the chicken. While that was cooking, you prepared the noodles. A little under an hour later, and everything was coming together. You just hoped it wasn’t trash.

The aromatic and savory fragrance must have awoken the redhead because she sleepily padded her way into the kitchen to find her sweet surprise. You couldn’t see her yet, your back to her as you stirred the food while it simmered. Though unable to carry a tune to save your life, you were humming quietly to yourself with your earbuds firmly in place as you focused on making the delicious meal. Precious.

“Are you cooking, detka?” Wanda asked just loud enough to be heard over your music, and you jumped, startled. Blushing you turned to face the witch and grinned sheepishly.

“Uhh.. if you could call it that?” you chuckled, pulling out an earbud. “I just thought since you’re always taking such good care of me, maybe I could return the favor?” Voice lilting upwards almost in a question, hoping you hadn’t overstepped.

Moving to stand next to you and see what you had made, Wanda’s eyes widened as she took in the familiar dish. “Is this chicken paprikash?”

“Haha, yeah uhh.. my attempt at it at least?” You absentmindedly rubbed the back of your neck  - a nervous tick you’re pretty sure you didn’t have as a child until you started watching anime to learn the nuances of facial expressions better. It wasn’t until well into adulthood you learned most people don’t actually do that. Embarrassed, you fought not to slap your own arm, and instead simply lower it like a normal person.

“I hope I didn’t butcher it too badly. I tried to follow the recipe you had on the card since we had all the ingredients, but I can’t speak to the integrity of the dish as I haven’t tasted it yet. Besides, you're the true connoisseur here, so even if it seems okay to me, your superior palate might be able to tell the difference.” The joke rolls easily off your tongue, followed by a quick wink.

To you this was no big deal, you were just trying to be kind. But to Wanda? This was the sweetest thing anybody had ever done for her, and it reminded her almost of when she taught your Avenger variant how to make the dish. The other you had never tried to make it for her in return however, opting simply to learn about the meal while Wanda cooked. Now, looking at the beautiful dinner you had created for her, simply because it was her favorite and might cheer her up, Wanda felt her heart about to burst with affection for you.

Unable to hold back, deft fingers gripped your neck softly, quickly pulling you in for a searing kiss. Pouring all her love, affection, and appreciation into the kiss. You were surprised, but not unhappy with this turn of events. It hadn’t been your goal, per se, a kiss from the woman you were coming to love. However, if she wasn’t melancholic anymore, then you considered your goal accomplished. Your arms came to wrap around her neck, though you were careful to keep the spoon from making contact with her clothing or hair, you had heard her take a shower earlier and didn’t want to ruin that for her.

The kiss simmered into something soft and sweet. Meanwhile your food, unfortunately, was starting to bubble over. Hearing it, the pair of you sprung apart, with you frantically pulling the pot off the eye of the stove, stirring it to return to the intended consistency. Embarrassed and amused, you both burst into giggles at the almost mishap.

“Thank you, Y/N. This is incredibly sweet of you, I-” The redhead pauses, unable to eloquently convey everything she felt in that moment. “Just, thank you.”

The wattage of your smile could have been seen from space; you were so happy. “Of course, Wands! Any time.”

While you turned off the stove, Wanda set the table so you could begin plating your dinner. Jokes and laughter flowed easily between you as you both enjoyed your meal. Wanda, who never doubted your cooking skills, though you are pleasantly surprised, enjoyed that the paprikash is not only edible but rather delicious.

As you and Wanda settled into the domesticity of it all, the witch found her heart becoming light once again. So incredibly kind and thoughtful, you brought her joy, and filled her with hope. She resolved then and there to tell you everything one day. Deserving of that much at the very least, Wanda prayed, hoping, with all her being, that you would forgive her when the truth was finally revealed. For now though she sank into the warmth and comfort you provided, falling for you just a little more with each grin you flashed her way.

A/N 2: I’m not proud of what I had Wanda do in this, but I still have some left-over rage for how Stephen treated Wanda. All she needed was a little empathy, especially from the man who made the call to allow the events with Thanos and the Mind stone to play out as they did, basically letting Vision die. For no good reason. No you can’t convince me he was right. Its lazy plot writing that out of thousands and thousands of possibilities, none of them could have involved sparing Vision, or at least making his death mean something. I’m a Wanda apologist first and foremost, and I will die on this hill. Wanda deserved better, especially from those she called “friends”. Also, I stan women’s wrongs 😛

Taglist: I remembered this time!! @dorabledewdroop

[tainted-liquor]

'Swing By Anytime˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Earth1610!Miles Morales x BlackFem!Personal Seamstress!Reader Ingredients: sugar, kisses, and a lil bit of smiles! TWs: cursing, you being Miles's M.J., Reader being mean as encouragement (you'll see babes trust) W/C: 1.1k? A/N: Purely for the sake of the plot, miles is like 18-20. NOT SMUT!

"Gorgeous! You're so pretty, girl! Alright, the changing room is to the left, you can put it on the hook. It'll be ready for you tomorrow when I finish making all the proper altercations." You squealed in pure joy. Since you had been a fashion major, outfits had just poured out of you like run-off. Of course every now and again there were people who wanted things custom ordered, which made you extremely happy. But you knew who your favorite customer was. And, speaking of your favorite customer, he should be here right now. There was a muffled tiny 'thwip' noise that you would have missed if you weren't straining to hear every individual sound over the beat of 'Shirt' By SZA in your studio.

You sighed with a small smile, walking to your studio's window. "Darling, I keep telling you this, I have a door, just strut through it whenever you want" you giggled as you lifted the window pane, coming face-to-face with the one and only Spider-Man. "Whatcha got for me today, my dear?" you asked as you beckoned him inside the studio, taking a set in front of the many vision boards you had pinned down to your desk. "Hey! sorry, snips, I'll use the door next time. And I brought this design plan, actually." He hummed with a smile that was hidden behind his mask. He had a habit of calling you snips due to always seeing you with some sort of scissors, not that you minded anyway. He walked up to you and handed you a folded-up piece of paper, which had a plethora of sketches for a new Spider-Man suit.

Your eyes widened with joy as you took a scan of the paper. Next to the various drawings, there was one circled design with many notes jotted down next to it with measurements, material, color shades, and substitute color shades. It was the most solid suit plan you had ever seen. You turned the paper around to see more notes, and the smaller parts of the suit enlarged. It was perfect from top to bottom. Everything you needed to know was on paper, which made your job unfathomably easier.

"You know I love you for this, right?" You squealed with a wide grin. "Fuck you! How dare you bring such perfection into my studio!" You joked, giving the Spider a tight hug. He chuckled quietly, muttering, "Had to make it easy for my personal seamstress! C'mon, snips, I'd never do that to you." he added as he gave you a pat on the back. Miles usually came into the studio to fix tears or rips in his suit, get patched up, and then swing back out. But recently, he's been talking about reworking his Spider-Suit. So, like a good 'friend' you offered to help him with his project. Of all your clients, only he had given you such a thorough and precise outfit plan.

He began to recall some of his adventures as his alter-ego, letting his mask hook over his nose as he ate some of your cookies on the ceiling. You listened to his experiences as you plucked each corresponding fabric from the fabric closet, placing them next to each other on the ground. You traced each required pattern with a white chalk pencil, referencing the measurements documented on Miles's paper and keeping seam allowance in mind. "Damn, that's crazy...so what'd you do next, B? You had to web her?" you replied as he raved about some Doc-Oc he caught on his way here. "Yeah, I got her in webs and turned her over to the police. She was dead ass putting up a fight too." He spat as he took the final bite of his cookie.

"That's insane...C'mere I gotta make sure I got this little web design right on your mask," You said as you beckoned him to come down from your ceiling. He zipped down, landing on both of his feet within seconds. You held up the small fabric sheet, allowing him to examine the thin markings where his web design would go. "Nice! Looks amazing. Wouldn't expect anything less from mi Costurera personal!" He exclaimed. You smiled delicately as you continued cutting out the patterns, leaving the spaces he wanted to spray paint on blank.

You spent the next 9 hours talking as you finished his suit and mask. He leaned back on your desk, arms crossed against his chest as you explained color theory, why you were sewing his suit inside out, and why you outlined the pattern with white chalk. It was getting dark outside, and you felt slightly drowsy as you finished the last stitches on his mask. "Alright, love, here you go. I'm pretty sure it's the right size, but put it on when you get time and come back if it's too small." you smiled as you hand him the mask. "Oh, dope! Bet." He says as he suddenly pulls off his mask, releasing his fluffy hair from the tight confines of the spandex. Your eyes widened as you slowly realized Spider-Man had casually taken his mask off in front of me.

You didn't hide that you were staring at his entire face, analyzing his features as soon as the mask came off. He chuckled as he put the other mask on, looking in the mirror on the wall to check out his new mask. "It's perfect! It's exactly like how I wanted, you're a literal angel!" he fanboys as he poses like a dork in my mirror. "How much do I owe you?" He asks as he turns around, fidgeting with the gloves of his suit as he pulled out a wad of money from seemingly nowhere. "Pshh, bitch you look amazing. Just take the suit. It's free." I insisted, leaning back in my chair and placing both feet on my desk.

His eyes narrowed as he advanced to me, grabbed my wrist, and firmly placed the money in my hand. "That was 10 hours of work. I'm NOT taking advantage of your labor." He stated, pulling off his mask purely so he could give me the most serious, slightly-offended look of his life. I nodded slowly as I put the money in my bag cautiously. "Good. Thank you, mi angelita!" He added, pressing a small kiss to my forehead. "C'mon, I'll swing you home. I know your studio closed hours ago" he reasoned as he scooped me up from my chair, throwing me over his shoulder and slipping his new mask back on. "Spidey, c'mon its really no trou-" I began

"Miles." He corrected.

I sighed as I packed up his suit, gently wrapping it in a cute little box and signing it with my infamous signature, "M.J." before wrapping both arms around his neck gently and giving him a small kiss on his temple, mentally preparing myself to swing through half the damn city at inhumane speeds.

Miles's eyes widened at the small detail, turning to look behind him slightly with a small smirk.

"M.J, huh?"

[sha3thehunter]

I've had something on my brain for a while and I just love what I've been thinking about. I like the idea of some of the Hermits having toe beans and either hiding them out of embarrassment or shame. They all have their reasons for not showing their toe beans. The only who actively shows his toe beans is Ren but the others are more cautious about it, for different reasons. Ren is very open about the fact that he has toe beans and how much he hates wearing boots. He prefers to feel the ground with his feet and gives him a feeling as though he running wild. The only time he'll wear any footwear is when he goes to the Nether or the End because he doesn't want to hurt his feet. In the Overworld, it's very common to see him without footwear and other Hermits trying to get him to wear at least something on his feet.

Tango doesn't show his toe beans very often but he does run through through the Nether with no shoes or boots on. He has never liked wearing any kind of footwear in the Nether and doesn't see the point in wearing them. His feet can handle the burning temperatures of the Nether and he is the only Hermit to run on netherrack without protective footwear. There are only a few Hermits who have actively seen what Tango can do and it was mainly Zedaph and Impulse. The pair agreed to not tell anyone until Tango was ready to tell everyone about his secret ability. Zedaph has joked about it before and has said that Tango must have quite strong feet if he can run through the Nether bare footed. If there was going to be anyone that Tango would share the fact that he had toe beans, then it's Ren for sure. Zedaph and Impulse would be more concerned over the fact that Tango never told them, rather than the fact that he had toe beans. They probably would be interested after they stopped being dramatic about the whole situation.

Etho is more quiet about his toe beans and refuses to take his boots off around other Hermits. It isn't because he doesn't trust them but more so out of shame and constantly being forced to hide his hybrid features for people. The only person who he is comfortable with is Bdubs since Bdubs has seen in his full hybrid form before. Etho doesn't show his hybrid features often and chooses to keep most of them a secret. Bdubs thinks that Etho is adorable in his hybrid form and loves how fluffy he is. Etho's feet, similar to Tango's, can stand freezing temperatures and he is able to run barefoot through snow without any trouble. He doesn't do it very often but when he does, he runs for hours or until he gets exhausted. Bdubs usually has to drag him back to his base before someone spots them and Etho is beyond grateful for that. Maybe one day he'll tell someone other than Bdubs about his hybrid features but for now, he'll work on that courage to do so.

It's uncommon knowledge that Voidwalkers are actually very fluffy and are just giant cats. Many believe that Voidwalkers are scary and that they have horns and claws. The claws are the only thing that people get right about them. Xisuma never really shows his Voidwalker form very often and only takes that form in his base. His bases are pressurised so he can breathe without trouble and allows him to relax in his Voidwalker form. Most of the Hermits think that Xisuma is terrifying when he isn't wearing his armour. It makes him chuckle because they are so far from the truth and no one has idea that he is actually very fluffy. Because of his bases being pressurised, it makes it difficult for other Hermits to enter without a breathing mask so they have no idea that Xisuma is very cuddleable outside his armour. The first thing he does when he gets out of his armour, is stretch his feet out like a cat would because his boots are very uncomfortable.

Doc doesn't exactly hide his toe beans very well since he is constantly wearing crocs. There are times where he doesn't wear them at all and it's not as if he's actively trying to hide them. Yeah, it's a bit embarrassing because people don't know that creepers have toe beans. It's something that should be common knowledge but Doc doesn't go out of his way to keep it a secret. If any Hermits have noticed, then they haven't said anything to him about it. Ren has tried many times to convince Doc that he doesn't need to wear his crocs all of the time. It's not he's embarrassed by them one bit and he knows that it's just a part of who he is. It's just Ren likes to comment on how cute his toe beans are and how they make Doc look like a softie. It's the only reason as to why Doc actively wears his crocs when Ren visits because he still struggles with compliments.

[mpixx]

cattonquick meet ugly: illegal foxhunter x animal rights activist

A/N: So, apparently, some rich people in the UK still do illegal foxhunting - and they clash with hunt saboteurs who try to prevent hunting through direct action. My "knowledge" of this comes from having chatted to @leiflitter about it and having seen like two docs on youtube

„Sabs!!! Disperse!“

„Fuuuck,“ Felix groans. He had hoped to get through the day by trailing along listlessly and letting the rest of the riding party get into it while he nursed his hangover. Which was hard enough to do on horseback, mind you.

But now, there's a general sense of commotion, and when he sees three people dressed in black appear on the clearing, he instinctively steers Bubblegum Prince into the woods.

He wonders where he put his phone, because now he is gonna have to navigate back by himself, when suddenly, a guy appears in front of him.

Dressed in all black, face covered, feet planted firmly in the middle of the trail, blocking his way.

"Dismount!" he yells, some kind of stick or baton in his hand, as Felix desperately pulls on the reigns to keep Bubblegum Prince from trampling the guy.

"Are you insane?" Felix yells back.

"Dismount the horse!" the guy yells, causing Bubblegum Prince to rear. Felix clamps his thighs down and holds on for dear life.

He gets seriously jostled as Bubblegum Prince lands on his feet again, but he's still up there. "Fuck," he breathes. 

He takes the moment to get himself down before he can fall. He stumbles as his feet hit the ground, and Bubblegum Prince immediately takes off into the woods.

Which leaves him with his next problem. "Real animal lover you are," he says. "Shut up," the guy spits. He hasn't moved but he seems a little rattled, too.

Fucking lunatic, jumping in front of a running horse with a telescope stick. Which he is still gripping like he is ready to fight.

"Do you have a death wish?" Felix demands.

"If I have one, so do you. Capitalism is a death cult." Felix blinks. What?

The guy lowers his weapon. “Capitalist production is doomed because it progressively destroys the original sources of its wealth – nature and the worker.”

"The soil," Felix corrects before he can help himself.

"What?" The guy seems taken aback. His blue eyes narrow between his cap and the scarf that's covering his mouth and nose.

"The soil," Felix repeats. "Nature is such a 70s holistic hippie way of looking at it. Anachronistic, really."

He steps closer. "Marx thought in terms of material. Grit, oil, muscle, sweat, steel mill fires. The raw material and the vulgar means of production." He pauses. "Soil."

The guy is staring at him.

"You of all people should know..." He takes a breath before the pièce de resistance. "Oliver."

***

"I don't know what you're talking about", Oliver lies.

But Felix's eyes glint. "Oh, yes. We're in the same class. Introduction to Economic Theory."

This is highly inconvenient. Of course they're in the same class. Oliver knows this because this is Felix Catton. Who is everything Oliver is opposed to - generationally wealthy, heritage student, doesn't give a shit about class. And apparently, goes foxhunting, too.

Problem is that even though he despises Felix Catton and everything he stands for, Oliver has had a demented, nasty, shameful crush on him since they started at Oxford this autumn.

And what's worse, he is proving Oliver wrong because he apparently did the reading.

"No, we're not," he attempts.

"Professor Ware, I have another question. Actually it's more of a statement..." Felix imitates. It's a truly horrid impersonation.

"You're like, prolonging the class everytime," Felix continues. "All my friends hate you."

"Must be doing something right, then" Oliver mutters.

"So it is you," Felix says, victorious.

"Ok, so what? What's much more interesting is THE Felix Catton on an illegal foxhunt..." Oliver tsks. He takes one step towards Felix.

"You're trespassing," Felix says haughtily. "And you're in violation of the Hunting Act of 2004."

Before they can think of a way to continue, there's a sound a few meters away. Someone on a horse, breaching the area.

Felix grabs Oliver and pulls him behind a tree.

"What are you..." -"Shhh."

Felix is clearly hiding from his own party. They're pretty close together.

"You think being able to quote some "Capital" absolves you of the exploitative nature of your class position?" Oliver hisses, as Felix's fingers dig into his biceps.

Felix looks at him. Up close, his eyes are so pretty.

"You were misquoting," he says.

"And you correcting me is just you trying to assert your class position by trying to demonstrate that your kind is better educated and that I'm stupid. When the truth is that it is only because of that position, not because of intellectual merit, that you even go to Oxford."

Felix smiles. "Can't imagine how embarrassing it must be for a nerd like you to misquote the thinker you like to wank off to."

***

This is fun. Well. Fun-er than whatever he was doing before. He watches Oliver pull down the cloth from over his nose and mouth.

"So...is it true what they say about you?" Oliver says.

"What?" Felix asks, even though he has an inkling what he is referring to.

Oliver sticks his tongue into his cheek while moving his hand suggestively. Miming a blowjob. Referring to a widespread rumor that Felix sucked off one of his teachers to get a better grade.

Oliver doesn't look all that high and mighty though. He looks...intrigued.

"Why?" Felix says, smiling. He leans a little closer to Oliver. "What's it to you?"

***

Felix smells like the woods, but not the real woods. A fantasy version. Perfume ad version.

He smells like the fake woods and his eyes are so pretty and he is close. Real close, and tilting his head.

Oliver's eyes flutter shut. He can hear Felix breathing, he can feel it.

And...nothing.

Nothing, and then: Laughter. Oliver's eyes fly open.

Felix is still close, too close. "Fucking loser," he whispers, then withdraws his face.

Oliver's blood turns cold.

"This is not only despicable, but illegal, by the way," he says.

"Cool. But you're not gonna tell on me, are you?" Felix puts a hand on his own heart. "I would hate for your saboteur buddies to know how much you'd like to...You know." His hand on Oliver's cheek. "Eat the rich."

[ero-heart]

Deimos x reader but reader is an agent from some agency called Los Muertos that are in Mexico and they hunt down criminals but only does that escaped from mexico.

So deimos find his recruiter being brutally murdered by you as you done your mission and walk away but deimos grabs and tries to stop you and your like "señor déjeme ir no tengo tiempo para esto" or "señor por favor déjeme ir" and deimos doesn't let go so you just drag him with you.

(I'm not good with Spanish)

Reader is basically hank but if they were an agent

This took so long to make I had no idea how this could be done,, I am sorry if it’s not of your expectations!

Cw: violence, some gore, guns and cigarettes

GOTCHA!

(Deimos x Los Muertos Agency Reader)

(Platonic/Romantic) (mostly platonic)

“Haha! Nice! Now all we gotta do is-“

Deimos stared at his coworker’s lifeless body beside him, steam dancing from the hole on his neck from a bullet, definitely work of a silent firearm, given that no sound could be heard on the half second that he looked away from the recruit. Deimos frustratingly threw his equipment on the ground and cursed, he had fucked up. He couldn’t guide the newbie if he was *dead*. What will Doc say this time? He couldn’t get away with this forever, but no matter how much he made sure the coast was clear something ALWAYS happened to stack up the death count of newbies under Deimos’s watch. He looked around the roof to see if he could find the perpetrador, the coast was clear, he directed his gaze to the other buildings around him. What he found was a thin veil of smoke coming from behind the entrance hatch of another rooftop, lightly blown by the wind.

“Pff there you are..”

Deimos was keen on avenging himself for being screwed like this, uh? Yea his coworker too. Stalking behind a wall, Deimos had to come up with a way to get to the other building without being noticed and as quick as possible, before the stranger dashed off somewhere else. Noticing a very convenient bridge made of wood planks leading to his wished destination.

You had taken a smoking break after a long day of hunting and eliminating. It had taken three days to arrive at this corrupted town to finish your target, a fugitive that had heavily screwed your agency by leaking important data to the enemy, apparently he was on the midst of integrating on another group, well too bad, Los Muertos never left debts unpaid. You we’re tired, just the thought of sitting on the subway for three more days was exhausting and you were considering renting a motel room to spend the night, there should be one around the block actually if your memory is correct. Dropping the butt of the cigarette to the ground, you were ready to leave when you heard the cock of a gun, looking to your side, you were met with the muzzle of a ar-15. You sighed, looking at the other problem you had to deal with. Baggy clothes, slicked back hair covered with bandages and a cap, patchy beard growing along his face, this man was unkempt. He had a mustache growing from the corners of his mouth, reminded you of some of your coworkers. The stranger glared at you, not loosening his grip on the firearm.

“There you are you- you newbie killer!”

Deimos was definitely stressed, not having his cigarette break yet and it was starting to get to him. His target looked unsurprised by his presence, keeping perfect posture as they turned to face him. They reminded Deimos of AAHW agents, suit, tie, and all, only difference was the colorful embroidery on the dark suit of mythological sanguinary creatures, along with a detailed face paint resemblant of a skull, they also wore a fedora, shading most of their face features. The mysterious person looks Deimos up and down before speaking:

“Escucha no tengo tiempo para esto, amigo. Baja el arma.”

Deimos understood nothing the stranger said, staring at them confusedly while trying to decipher what those words could have meant.

“What?”

You realized that this man might have nothing in terms of knowledge about your language, which is bad because you knew barely nothing about his language as well. You both were unprepared for a situation like this. You couldn’t have expected for him to pull the trigger due to your lack of an answer, chuckling upon realizing that it had no bullets.

Deimos frustratingly threw the gun to the ground in a fit, cursing and grabbing on his hair. The stranger just laughed at him more before they started walking towards the exit.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Where do you think you’re going? I ain’t done with you yet!”

Deimos jumped and wrapped his arms around their neck, making both fall onto the floor. The stranger tried their best to wrestle their way out of it but Deimos kept persistent. Sitting on their back, he pushed their shoulders to the ground with as much force he could master, he panted heavily, the amount of activity taking a toll on his lungs.

You felt yourself get anxious, normally you would stay calm in a situation like this but the lack of nicotine was making your hands tremble. You moved them towards your pant pocket, barely pulling the cigarettes out before the man slammed your shoulders harder onto the concrete.

“You stay there!”

“¿Ni siquiera puedo fumar en paz? Perro apestoso..”

You tried to take the cigarettes again as the man noticed what you were reaching for, he suddenly got quiet and did nothing as you, with some difficulty, opened the box and picked one stick with your mouth. You managed to grab the lighter from the same pocket, flicking it as the man spoke:

“Uhh.. are those cigarettes?”

You ignored him as you took a drag of the drug.

“Hey uhm, I can.. uh.. If you give me one of those I may let you live!”

Seeing you ignored him again, he just grabbed your own cigarette from your mouth, loosening his pressure on you as he put it between his own lips. You watched as he breathed the smoke in, then out. Mostly confused (yet relieved) that apparently this guy just needed a cigar to get off of your back, looking up at him looking at the distance, to the bright city that illuminated the two of you, he grumbled something you couldn’t understand, you just knew that there were some swear words sprinkled here and there. He still did not get off of you, you were stuck with this weirdo while he got on his smoke break.

“¿…Puedes darme un..?”

Might as well continue your smoke break along with the man.

I hope this was enjoyable lol I am not really satisfied with my writing but nothing practice can fix it! Hope everyone if safe and sound 🩷

[yourlocallovesickie]

I saw your doc ock post!!! I also just got into him!!! Ummm idk if you’re still writing but really anything regarding him as the recipient of stuffing, farting, diarrhea, and/or constipation would be great!!! Thank you!!!

(sorry that this is so late! hopefully its worth it, ive been very busy but also writing this on and off for a while. Thank you for the request it was a lot of fun :) enjoy!)

BEFORE YOU READ! This story contains lots of scat, stuffing, and m@sturb*tion, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+ i indulged myself a little more than usual lol

Doc rubbed his stomach, or at least tried with that annoying metal band in the way. He'd definitely never really been skinny, and the suit was designed to fit his body, but after the explosion it seemed to have clamped down onto him, and especially now that he was bloated; rolls of his tummy sticking out from the top and bottom of the belt. His poor stomach was pressing so hard on it the metal was bowing ever-so-slightly. The rubbing didn't help the ache, the only response from his gut being a horrible cramp and gurgle, weeks of trapped gas and waste and now what was probably a weeks-worth of cheap snack food swirling around. Being a super-villain you don't really have the best dietary options and can only really eat what you can steal, and primarily from gas stations unless you want to cause a scene over some steak. Another cramp surged through his intestines and he bent over to give room while he flexed his asshole with a grunt, pushing and pushing until his guts felt like they were going to burst. Nothing. Not even a fart. There had to be some way he could get things going, he'd been stuck in his lair barely making any progress on his generator because of this stupid bellyache, and it only seemed to get worse. But it wasn't like he could just stop eating! Then, he got an idea.

One of his four giant metal actuators crept over to the small fridge in the corner of the room; one of the many things he had invented to accomodate his stay in the ruins of his lab. The actuator opened it, and Otto was happy to find a full carton of milk. He'd gotten a little lactose intolerant as the years went by, not bad just enough to give him a solid case of the runs and some gas for a while, which he would gladly take on for relief. Another cramp shot through his gut, sending a gurgle out through his bowels. Excitedly, he bored down with his hands on his knees and pushed. His asshole gaped open, kissing the insides of his underwear, but again nothing. He groaned and opened the carton, ready to just chug it straight out. He didn't have any clean dishes anyway.

With the fullness in his stomach, which seemed already packed to the brim, the milk was not going down easy. Every few gulps he'd have to let off to calm down the nausea starting to build, and let out a few milky burps that only end up making him feel fuller. If before he was bloated, by half the carton was gone he was huge. His stomach gurgled nonstop, and he sat idly on the ground, milk in hand and a pack of crackers to help it wash down as his stomach expanded around the belt, coming over it on the sides with a red, angry hue. The pain was unbearable. Gurgles and groans that sounded sicker and sicker by the minute filled the room, accompanied with his animalistic grunts and curses as he desperately tried to get something out. He could feel the milk begin to seep into everything he had eaten, and then finally! Moving down his intestine. He could feel the burning inside him, and knew that his next load if it ever came was going to be liquid, but he looked forward to it if it meant he could actually poop. He didn't remember the last time he unloaded but it had definitely been over a week, maybe more. And he was usually a pretty consistent guy.

As the hours went by he had finally finished the jug and now sat on the floor, hands desperately kneading into his stomach as he let out dry burps and moaned through cramps. The milk was starting to run through his system, the pressure that once lie under his belt now pressing against some mass behind his asshole. Crawling on the floor, he threw his ass into the air, uncaring that he was still wearing pants and underwear, and pushed with everything he had. The mass moved maybe a centimeter.

"Come on..." he grunted to himself, and pushed again, feeling all of the hot mush in his rectum push against the hard turd. He was sweating now, teeth grit and eyes screwed shut as he lay unabashedly with his legs spread wide. He guessed he couldnt get anymore embarrassed than this, and two of his metal arms flew down to remove his pants. He hooked his naked legs over his arms and scooted down into place, his other arms steadied himself against the wall, holding him up as he shook and strained. Inch by inch, he could feel the hot liquid shit forcing the mass through his bowels, working him so hard he was breaking a bit of a sweat. "Please--" He grunted as hard as he could, flexing his asshole once more and a small pocket of air around the turd squirted out of him, blasting a jet of hot warm stink onto the floor in front of him.

His guts roiled, pushing desperately to get more out. He grunted and groaned, sounding somewhat primal as his eyebrows furrowed and face turned red in concentration. Several short and slightly damp farts shot out, each one carrying the mass a little more until it was finally resting against his asshole. He took a deep breath before giving it one final push, asshole puckering to reveal the large brown lump inside him, which didn't move. His guts groaned and churned around it, pushing the diarrhea that rest snugly behind it forward and compacting it even harder against the clog in his system. Trapped gas squelched and his eyes were starting to grow wet. Along with the strain, the embarrassment of the situation was very very real, even alone having his naked ass exposed like this felt alien.

The pressure in his stomach got worse, and the bottom of his belly and bowels bloated up, the pressure from the belt creating an even worse pain so bad he felt he would pop. He had to do something, and as another unsuccessful push traveled through his guts he grew desperate. His legs hiked up farther, and one arm came down to rest by his ass, hesitating. Was he really about to do this?

Gggrrgllgg... His stomach answered him, twisting in an agonizing affirmation, and his asshole was forced open another time. His fingers ventured inside, the rim wet and soft from forcing out what little gas he could, and lubing itself up to prepare for what was cooking in his guts. His middle finger slipped inside, and the foreign sensation made it feel like he was already messing himself, but he quickly found the log blocking said fate. It was hard and round inside him, stretching past the walls of his colon and stopping him up good. He knew there was no way he would be able to fit his fingers around the turd to pull it out, so instead he resigned to breaking it up. The sensation of having his fingers stuffed in his own ass, literally about to dig the shit out had already given him quite a tall erection, and he used some of the precum beginning to spit out of his cock as lube before venturing back into his hole.

The sensations were incredible; the pressure of his diarrhea crammed up behind the monster of a log he was currently dismantling, the sexuality of his fingers sliding in and out of his own butt, his massive erection steadily pumping thick hot precum out on his thighs... Even the actuators began to purr and click as they held his position on the floor for him. 20-30 minutes passed and the log was finally venturing closer and closer to the exit, now in still very large but easier to push out chunks. Sliding his finger out from his ass one last time, giving his aching belly and encouraging pat, and moaning out an even more encouraging grunt, Otto began pushing again. His asshole bloomed open, sore and irritated, and he could feel several large knobs of solid feces begin sliding out, fast. Wet farts forced themselves out, pushing his turds to go even faster until one exceptionally juicy fart was plugged by a soft, wet 'ppllrrfffbbt' as his asshole stretched around the first turd. His stomach groaned, the belt forcing even more pressure than he was applying as a hard, slippery shit shot from his asshole, letting out a series of wet sharts that stained the dark floor of his lair with a muddy brown. The turd fell on the floor, resting beneath his asscheeks with a soft noise unheard over the crackling of the rest of his load and his grunting. His face was certainly red from the struggle, and sweat rolled down his face as he filled the room with animalistic moans. His hole didn't even have time think about closing to rest before two more turds were forcing their way out, nudging over the first one to make room in their pile on the floor.

The bottom of Otto's asscheeks were smeared a dirty brown, and the whole room smelled of shit, an odd turn-on the physicist found as another hot smelly jet of farts covered the pile. The pressure was slightly better, but his stomach roiled and bowels moaned, and he knew he was nowhere close to finished. The next load that slid out of his hole was significantly softer and more malleable, pockets of chunky brown liquid sliding out the sides of each piece of mushy shit. The release was incredible; more than a weeks worth of waste all forcing its way out of him at once. As his asshole bloomed harder, forcing a small spurt of shit that began a trickling stream of thick diarrhea, he took one hand to his hard cock. Slowly, he began pumping it, and his moans of pain and grunts of relief turned into those of pleasure.

By this time he was having full on diarrhea, the milk having degraded all of the shit in his body to a thick, chunky liquid like a chowder. His legs were raised in the air, asshole on full display as it worked, the lips blooming open to kiss out more disgusting mud. The sounds were much louder and wetter, his farts becoming more frequent and intense, blasting chunk after chunk of poop all over the floor in front of him, going feet past the huge pile he'd created. Each wet noise from his body send a throbbing wave of arousal through his cock and stroked up the base, sending him closer and closer to coming, but he had more to go.

His ass squirted steadily for about 3 or 4 minutes, and by the time it finally tapered down his poor abused hole felt like fire. He actually had to push to get the final chunks out; mostly just degraded sludge and loud, hot farts. His stomach felt empty, a welcome feeling considering the past week and more of pain, and he realized how hungry he actually felt. Looking down at his pile, or more a smear, of poo he thought about how full he'd felt, and how bloated. All of that having been stored up inside him, brewing and going soft in his rectum. The idea sent him over the edge. At the same time the very last slippery turd slid out of his butt into the shitcastle, his cock throbbed and thick, hearty ropes of cum spurted out of it, adding what appeared to be whipped cream to a hot fudge sundae. With one last, airy fart splitting open his asscheeks, he laid down completely on the floor beside his pile, absolutely exhausted. One of his actuators crawled up, almost seeming embarrassed as it presented him a napkin, and upon his go-ahead, slinked around his legs to wipe up his ass. It was beyond disgusting, coated in diarrhea and would definitely smell awful for a while, as would the rest of his lair. He just hoped it wouldn't hinder him too much as so he couldn't focus on his project, now that he could finally get back to it.

[rageagainstmymachine]

Kinktober 2023 | Edward Richtofen/ F! Reader | Fic 7

Threesome

Words: 5,118

Tags: Richtofen/Reader/Dempsey, Double penetration in one hole, oral, hand jobs,

You had no idea how you got yourself in this. Even the events leading up to this were blurry because of how surreal this was. But here you were, being stared down by both Richtofen and Dempsey, lust and hunger swimming in both sets of eyes. This was a fever dream if you've ever had one. The doctor and the marine, both ready to ravish you until daybreak.

Why did Richtofen agree to it? Did he initiate it? Is it competition, to show Dempsey he could satisfy you better than the marine ever could? Or maybe it's simply for your ultimate pleasure, sandwiched between two attractive men? A part of you even wondered if it was to finally let Dempsey catch a break, to get rid of some of his pent up frustration and stress. Either way, you had no idea, and at the moment, didn't really care.

Edward was the first to start popping buttons. He shed his vest, throwing it off to the side without a care. His dress shirt was unbuttoned, his pale torso and toned chest revealed. Dempsey's coat was next to go, crumpling behind him as he pulled off his undershirt. You bit your lip as your gaze trailed downwards, admiring each of the men's bodies. Dempsey was more tan, and more built given his marine status, but Edward was leaner. Each were gorgeous, and you couldn't believe this was actually happening.

Your thoughts were cut short as they both approached you, almost circling you like prey. Edward was the first to close the gap, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. Dempsey slotted in behind you, burying his face in your neck, nipping and sucking on the skin. His hands roamed over your hips and ass like they couldn't decide where to settle.

"I'm gonna show you the time of your life." Dempsey murmured into your ear. "I'll show you the Doc can't do it better than me."

His words made you shiver, and you whimpered as Edward's tongue traced your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You were too distracted to notice Dempsey's hand sneaking down your front until you felt his fingers brush over your clothed cunt. Your gasp gave the doctor a chance to slide his tongue into your mouth, and he greedily explored every inch he could reach. Dempsey's hands undid the belt of your jeans, pulling them down to your knees along with your panties.

"He can talk all he wants, aber I will show you how good a doctor's hands can be." Richtofen cooed as he pulled away. He dropped to his knees, grabbing your pants and tugging them completely off. He was face to face with your pussy, and he wasted no time diving in. You gasped as his tongue ran up and down your folds before slipping his fingers inside, tongue tracing your clit.

You groan and lean back against Dempsey's firm chest. His hands found their way under your shirt, kneading your breasts as he ground his hips against your ass. Your hands buried themselves in Edward's hair, holding him closer. So many hands on and in you was overwhelming in the best way overwhelming can be. Edward grabbed your leg and threw it over his shoulder, giving him better access to your cunt. You let out a cry of pleasure as his fingers brushed over that one spot inside you.

"You make the cutest noises, princess." Dempsey praised, his voice breathy and low. "I can't wait to hear what sounds you'll make when I'm the one making you cum."

Edward's practiced tongue traced circles against your clit, his fingers thrusting in and out with an obscene sound, which seemed to only spur him on. He worked you at just the pace to keep you on the edge, keep the pleasure radiating without bringing you to climax. Normally you would whine and beg him to let you finish, but in this very special case, you wanted this to last as long as possible.

Dempsey was grinding his cock against your ass, his erection obvious through his pants. You reached behind you and grabbed him, running your hand over the length. The marine groaned, bucking his hips into your hand. He rested his forehead against your shoulder as his breath picked up.

"Fuck..." He hissed.

Dempsey pushed away from you to hastily start unbuckling his belt. The sound made Edward pull away as well, eager to undress the rest of the way as well. The loss of both their touch made you ache with need, but it was worth it seeing just how desperate they were. Edward was staring up at you with lidded eyes as he undid his belt. His face was glistening with your juices, and he licked his lips like he was trying to savor your taste. You stepped out from between them once Edward rose to watch them. It was the best strip tease you've ever received.

Dempsey was first, his pants and undergarments dropping to his ankles. You unabashedly stared, your eyes drinking up his form. He was gorgeous. His body was sculpted from years of working out. His cock stood erect, bobbing slightly with his pulse. You swallowed thickly as you took him in. He was bigger than you expected, and the thought of him inside you made your legs weak. You didn't miss the smirk he wore, his already huge ego boosted at your attention.

"Like what you see, darlin?" He purred. He flexed his muscles as if to give you a better show, and it worked. "Can't wait to have your hands all over me... ain't that right?" His already deep voice was even lower as he spoke, and you shivered at his words.

You teared your eyes away from Dempsey to watch Edward. He was taking his time, enjoying the tension building between the three of you. The doctor knew how good he looked, and was showing off for you as well. When he was finally undressed, you took your time looking him up and down. You've seen him naked plenty of times, sure, but it still felt like the first time every time. He was beautiful, every inch of him. He bathed in your unapologetic gaze as well.

You could see the men inconspicuously size each other up. You watched as eyes quickly dart down to the other's cock, trying to be discreet about it. But they were both thinking the same things; who was bigger? Who had the right to have their ego? Who was compensating? Neither was compensating, you could see that for a fact. But it was entertaining seeing they were competitive about everything.

You walked to the men, pulling your shirt off over your head to join in their nudity. Their eyes roamed and devoured every inch of your skin, you were their dinner for tonight, an endless feast from them you indulge in - and they were starving. They stood on both sides of you, waiting to see who you'd choose first. You smirked.

Your hands reached out and wrapped around both their cocks, stroking up and down the shafts slowly. They moaned in unison, the sound so sweet in your ears. Edward's breath hitched when you started rubbing your thumb against his tip, while Dempsey's hips bucked into your grip.

"You boys like that?" Your hands focused on their glands, rubbing the leaking precum into their sensitive skin. "I know I do... two thick cocks to play with." You mumbled the last part to yourself, but the men definitely heard it. You could have sworn you seen Dempsey's knees almost give out. You pulled them in closer, so their cocks were touching, sandwiched between your grasp.

They both tensed up, and you could tell neither expected this. You could feel their confusion, their uncertainty. But neither moved, neither hardly breathed. As you looked up at the men's expressions, you could practically see what they were thinking, as clear as if they just said it. They shouldn't like this, they shouldn't be doing this, but... it felt so good, so wrong, and it was turning them on.

"Not a word about this to anyone, Richtofen." Dempsey warned. He was trying his best to seem serious, but his voice was too strained, his eyes too lidded as he bucked his hips.

"Our dirty little secret, Dempsey" Edward agreed, his breath hitching. His face was flushed, his eyes dark with lust as he watched himself rub against Dempsey.

You relished this feeling- here were two tall, strong men, men who could put the fear of god into you, men who have been fighting the war to end all wars and have killed more than you could count - and there they were wrapped around your finger, towering over you yet waiting for your command like dogs. This was your hubris, this was the wings to your Icarus.

You lowered yourself to your knees, both cocks still between your hands. You looked up at the two, giving them your most innocent eyes as you lick from base to tip where they meet. Curses fall from their mouths, their hips bucking, their cocks twitching against each other. Their reactions only fueled you, and you continued. Your tongue danced across both tips, swirling around the sensitive heads, tracing their ridges, you relaxed your jaw and took them both into your mouth. They groaned as their cocks rubbed against each other and your tongue. You suck and lick what you can, and stroke the rest with your hand.

"Goddamn," Dempsey cursed, lidded eyes flicking up to Edward. "You lucky son of a bitch."

"Aren't I?" The German purred, his hands finding their way to your hair, pulling and gripping. Your drool traced their veins and ran down their balls, you couldn't help it if you tried, not with your mouth stuffed like this. "Such a talented mouth, ja? Such a gut girl."

The marine growled and thrust his hips, forcing his cock further into your mouth, pushing Edward's down your throat. You gag around their length, squeezing their members. Groans and whines came from the both of them, entirely pleased by the new, tight sensation. Your throat was on fire, the urge to gag more welling tears into your eyes. Your jaw was equally pained, the stretch becoming more intense by the second. You still did your best to continue to suck and lick, the only thing that mattered to you right now was their pleasure. The sensation must have been too much for the two, because they suddenly pulled out, leaving a trail of spit connecting you to their lengths.

"So close already?" You teased, wiping your mouth, trying to look more together than you were feeling. Maybe they were just too fucked out of their mind already, but they both seemed to buy it.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, sweetheart. We're just getting started." Dempsey assured. He reached down and gripped your waist, pulling you to your feet.

Their hands were everywhere on you, touching and kneading, trying to map every curve of your body. One hand pulled your hair, another slapped your ass, a third rolled your nipple between its fingers, the last pushed you onto the bed, and all the while their mouths left trails of bruises and bite marks all over your skin. Your senses were being overloaded, and it was amazing. 

You were laid on your back, the men on each side of you ravishing all the skin they could reach. They were both propped up on an elbow to better access your body, their free hands roaming, groping. Edward grabbed your thigh, spreading your legs while Dempsey teased at your entrance with his slender fingers. Your moans filled the room, only encouraging the men to work harder.

"You're so wet, darlin'" Dempsey purred, his voice dripping with lust. "Is this all for us?"

You nodded, but the marine wasn't having it. He thrusted his fingers into you, his digits curling to hit just the right spot to make you see stars. You clenched around him tightly, a shock of pleasure finding your spine.

"Use your words, princess."

"God, yes," You groaned, head falling onto his shoulder. You were panting heavily, but it still felt like you couldn't get enough air. You were dizzy with want.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight." Dempsey muttered under his breath, seemingly more to himself than you.

Edward's fingers trailed down to rub your clit, matching the pace of the marine's. They were working together to take you apart, and you couldn't stop the small stream of praises falling from your lips. They were relentless, knowing exactly where and how to touch you. The German's lips trailed from your neck, to your nipple, taking the nub into his mouth. Dempsey followed Edward's lead, leaning in to take your other nipple, not wanting any bit of you to be neglected. Your moans and praises came louder and faster, your hands gripping both their hair to try to find some sort of grounding.

"Fuck, oh god." You cried. You were getting closer and closer to climax, and with their increasing pace, they could tell.

"No Gott will save you, meine liebe." The doctor purred, his teeth grazing over the sensitive nub. His eyes looked up at you, watching the expressions you were making. He couldn't get enough of them, committing them to memory. "Do you want to cum?"

You nodded desperately, a string of pleases falling from your lips. The men chuckled, but they complied, speeding up. You couldn't handle this. It was too much, too fast. Your knuckles were white as you gripped onto them, your nails digging into their scalps. Your legs trembled, your body tense, ready to snap. You moaned out for Edward, or maybe Dempsey, you said one of their names.. hell, maybe you even slurred a combination of the two, you couldn't be sure. What you were sure about, however, was how incredible it felt as you reached the peak of your orgasm.

Your entire body seized up as waves of pleasure washed over you. Your cunt squeezed and spasmed around the marine's fingers, but he continued fucking you through it, prolonging the climax. Edward's fingers never stopped moving against your clit, drawing out the aftershocks. Your cries became louder and louder as the pleasure slowly started becoming overstimulating, but the men didn't stop, both held your legs open, pinning you down.

"Fuck" you cried through clench teeth, your abdominal muscles seizing up, curing your forward as much as possible with the men holding you in place. Your hips twitched and bucked to escape Edward's slick fingers on your abused clit, but their hold on you was strong. "Please, please..."

"Just a little more, darlin'." Dempsey whispered into your ear, his lips and tongue tracing your lobe. His voice was low, raspy, dripping with lust and need. Your legs twitched, shaking as you fought to close them, to get away, but it was no use. They were so strong, so much stronger than you.

"So gut, Liebchen. I know you can take a little more." Edward praised, his voice breathy, desperate. He was just as needy as the marine was, just as hungry for your orgasm. Your sobs raked through your chest as his fingers went faster, harder, rougher against your clit, the overwhelming feeling barely masking the force of Dempsey's brutal thrusts in your soaking cunt. Your wetness was all over his hand, and you could hear the obscene sounds from his movements. 

The pain and pleasure blurred together, the line becoming indistinguishable. The pleasure was becoming more and more painful, and the pain was starting to feel amazing.

"Oh god, oh god." You panted, unable to focus on anything else. Your hips were bucking wildly, a string of curses leaving your mouth. Their grip on you was hard enough to leave bruises, but that was a concern for another time. "I- I'm-"

"That's right, cum for us, baby." Dempsey urged, his fingers thrusting in and out rapidly, hitting that perfect spot inside you. He was panting heavily, his breath hot against your neck. His cock was rock hard and leaking, and he couldn't wait any longer to have his turn.

You thrashed your head and let it fall on Edward's shoulder, your back arching as you came again. It was the most intense climax you ever felt. You clamped down tightly around Dempsey's fingers, your body shaking, your toes curling, your cries filling the room. It was heaven, a high unlike any other, and the two men were taking you there. Your cunt throbbed and spasmed, your walls pulsing around the marine's digits, which had slowed down but didn't entirely stop. He was drawing the aftershocks out, making your climax last as long as possible. He wanted you to remember him for days, his touch lingering on you day and night. Edward's fingers never stopped as well, not until you were whimpering, a twitching mess with no more fight in you.

The men finally pulled away from you, giving you the chance to finally catch your breath. Dempsey licked his fingers, sucking them clean while keeping his eyes on you. He didn't shy away from obscene slurping noises, not trying to hide the fact that he was tasting you. Edward was a little less vulgar, instead opting to just lick his fingers clean. He didn't want to get too carried away, he was already aching to fuck you, he didn't want to cum before he even got a chance to.

You were a mess, and they loved it. Your hair was tousled, sticking to your sweaty skin. You were covered in hickies and bite marks, and you had drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. Your body was weak, twitching with aftershocks, your limbs felt heavy, and it was hard to focus on anything, everything was cloudy. You were exhausted.

"I hope you don't believe we're done" Edward breathed. You could see the strain in his jaw, the tension in his body, he was so fucking horny, and it was showing, especially when you looked down.

Both of their cocks were red, almost purple and throbbing, precum leaking from the tip, the glands swollen and begging to be touched. They twitched and jumped, wanting attention. The way Dempsey's hand clenched and unclenched, it was clear he was aching to grab his cock. The marine's face was flushed, his brow creased, his pupils blown, the blue in his eyes was hardly visible.

"I want both of you to fuck me, at the same time." You panted, your voice hoarse. Your words were met with silence. They both stared at you, trying to make sure they heard right.

"At the same time?" Edward repeated, his eyebrows raising. You nodded.

"You're absolutely filthy, darlin'." Dempsey smirked, a devilish glint in his eye. "How are we gonna fit, though? Your little pussy is tight, princess."

"We'll just have to find out, won't we?" You dragged Dempsey down, making him lay on the mattress, and climbed on top, straddling his hips. He groaned at the contact, his cock rubbing against your soaking folds, his hands instantly went to your hips, his fingers gripping, guiding your hips, grinding you against his length. "I'm going to ride you while Edward fucks me from behind."

The marine couldn't help but moan at the thought. You turned your head, looking to the German. He was still sitting beside you, his hand wrapped around his cock, lazily stroking his length. His gaze was intense, watching every movement the marine and you made. His lips were slightly parted, his breathing heavy.

"Don't make me wait, Richtofen."

The doctor was quick to respond, kneeling behind you, legs on either side of Dempsey's. His cock rested on the curve of your ass while he waited for you to start. You didn't miss how he grinded on you, seeking any sort of friction to keep himself sane.

You gazed at Dempsey, admiring how beautiful he was. You've never seen him this vulnerable, and it was the most breathtaking sight. He was laid underneath you, his body on full display for you. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes glazed over with lust. You couldn't help yourself, you lowered your head and kissed him, finally kissed him for the first time. It was soft, his lips plump and smooth. You moaned as he kissed you back, his tongue dancing with yours. You felt him groan against you, and his grip on your hips tightened.

You broke the kiss, the urge to give him the relief he's certainly craving too strong. You lifted your hips and lined his cock up with your entrance. You were slow to lower yourself, letting the tip slide in easily, letting him feel the warmth of your cunt.

"Fuck, sweetheart." He cursed, his hips bucking. You gasped at the sudden stretch, the sting only making the pleasure better. "You feel so fucking good."

"And I'm just getting started, baby." You smiled, continuing to lower yourself, taking him inch by inch. Your hands rested on his chest, gripping onto him as you adjusted. His hands never left your hips, his grip was tight, but his thumbs gently massaged the area. You sat like that for a minute until you were sure you were ready, leaning forward and arching your back. "Go ahead, Edward."

The German was more than happy to oblige. His hands traced the curve of your spine, feeling the heat radiating off of you. One hand stayed on the small of your back while the other gripped his cock and guided it to your already filled cunt. He was slow as he pushed in, stretching you even more. It was a lot, the sensation almost became too much. You felt the tears well up in your eyes, the sting almost too overwhelming, but it was the good kind.

"Oh, shit, shit." Dempsey growled, his hands gripping your hips. "It's so fucking tight."

"Ja." Edward responded, his voice strained. His fingers dug into the meat of your ass, spreading your cheeks and giving himself more access. He was slow as he sunk into you, making sure he didn't hurt you. He wanted you to remember this feeling forever, the stretch of two men filling you, the burn of taking more than you could handle. Dempsey's heart was pounding under your palm, and Edward's hand was trembling slightly on your back.

They both gave you a minute to adjust to the stretch. They were being patient, waiting until you gave them permission to move. The anticipation was killing the both of them, but they knew you needed to take your time. It was hard, though. Edward was already addicted to the way your cunt squeezed and clenched, and Dempsey's length was throbbing inside you.

"Please, move." You breathed, and that was all they needed.

They moved slowly at first, giving shallow thrusts, allowing you to become more comfortable. Their thrusts gradually became more powerful. Your moans filled the room, the air thick and heavy. Edward pushed you away, only to pull you back against his cock. Dempsey's hands roamed your body, not having to do much work since the doctor was pulling you up and down. He got the pleasure to lay there, the pleasure of being ridden while Edward did all the work.

"Pillow princess." Edward commented, a teasing tone to his voice.

"Livin' my best life, doc." Dempsey breathed, entirely in earnest. He couldn't focus on anything else except how amazing you felt around him, how amazing it was to have his cock rubbing against Edward's. It was a whole new sensation, a feeling that could only be achieved with the both of you. "Fucking hell."

Your cunt was spasming and throbbing around their cocks. You couldn't help it, they just felt so fucking good. Your legs were weak, and it was taking all your strength to hold yourself up, you were grateful that Edward had a good grip on you. Your eyes were half lidded, your mouth agape as the constant moans flowed out of you. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, accompanied by the symphony of your combined voices. You could feel yourself getting close, the knot in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter.

"God, I'm so close." You cried, grinding against them. "Harder, please, harder."

Their pace increased, their thrusts more powerful, their grips tightening, Dempsey's touch on your clit becoming faster. It was overwhelming, the sensations. They were relentless, the pleasure building higher and higher. Your entire body was trembling, and the room was spinning.

"Fuck - please, cum on our cocks, sweetheart." The marine moaned. His cock was twitching, his length leaking, his hips stuttering. He couldn't take much more. He was so fucking close.

You felt the wave crash over you, the coil snapping. It was the strongest orgasm you ever had, your vision was filled with stars and the noise around you faded, a ringing in your ears replacing it. Your body was seizing, your legs trembled, and the men's names spilled from your lips, mixed with a string of praises and curses. You couldn't control yourself, your cunt spasming and pulsing, milking their lengths. They were groaning loudly, their movements sloppy and uneven.

"Oh my god." Dempsey stuttered, his eyes fluttering, his brow furrowed. You were so fucking tight around them, squeezing their cocks. The marine didn't last much longer. He moaned and arched his back, his hips jerking, his hands gripping you as his orgasm hit him like a train. He came with a cry, his seed shooting into you. His fingers didn't stop moving on your clit, and his other hand gripped the doctor's wrist, urging him to keep fucking you.

Edward fucked you hard, his hips slapping against your ass. The marine whimpered as his cock rubbed against his. It was becoming overstimulating, his nerves becoming more and more sensitive, but it was so fucking worth it. You were still shaking, still gasping and moaning as the aftershocks ran through you, and you were clamping down tightly, the contractions pushing Edward to his edge. You could only chant 'yes' as the doctor fucked into you. His nails dug into the skin of your hips, his hips stuttering, his cock swelling, the veins becoming more prominent.

"Liebling, I'm-"

"Cum for me, Edward." You interrupted him, reaching back and grabbing his hair. "Give it to me."

The doctor groaned, his head falling forward, his forehead pressed between your shoulder blades. He moaned, his grip tightening, his hips losing rhythm, thrusting wildly. His teeth sank into the skin of your back, and he finally came. His cock pulsed and twitched, and his cum spurted into you, mixing with Dempsey's. You could feel his entire body shaking and trembling, his hands trembling, his legs weak.

Your cunt was throbbing, the aftershocks fading away. Your chest was heaving, and the men's hands were all over you, soothing your skin, gently massaging the muscles. Your body fell forward, and Edward wrapped his arms around you, his hands rubbing your abdomen. His nose was buried in your neck, his lips and tongue tracing patterns along the skin. Dempsey's fingers traced over the hickies on your chest, his eyes half lidded, his gaze unfocused. He was spent, just like you and the doctor.

"Ooh fuckin' rah." Dempsey panted, a dopey grin on his face. The marine couldn't remember the last time he came this hard, and he was still riding the high. His cock was still buried in you, the aftershocks still rippling through him. He was enjoying the sensation, the overstimulation was pleasant, especially when your cunt was still pulsing.

"You took us so well, Liebchen." Edward praised, his voice a little muffled, his lips still against your neck. He placed gentle kisses along the skin, his touch soft and delicate. You moaned and relaxed against him, melting into his embrace. The German slowly pulled out of you, his breath catching at the sight of the mixture of his and Dempsey's seed dripping from you.

"Fuck." Dempsey groaned, the sight making his cock twitch. "I'll get something to clean us up, alright?"

The marine carefully pulled out of you and rolled out of bed. His legs were shaky, and his thighs were slick with his own cum, but he ignored it. He didn't mind, and he doubted you would, either. Edward helped you roll onto your back, laying next to you and holding you.

"Mein Gott." He whispered, his lips trailing up to your jaw. His lips were feather light on your skin. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking softly. "This was an incredible idea."

"Mhm." You hummed, your eyes closed, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. You could barely focus on his words, you were too exhausted.

Dempsey returned, two damp washcloths in his hand. He handed one to Edward and crawled back into bed, laying on the other side of you. He didn't waste any time cleaning you up. He gently wiped the wet fabric along your folds, cleaning up the cum and arousal.

"We definitely should do this again, sometime." The marine began, tossing the cloth to the floor, and laid down beside you. He threw an arm over you, his fingers grazing Edward's chest. "This is one hell of a respite from fighting those maggot sacks."

"For once Dempsey is right." The doctor replied, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"I'm always right."

"Boys." You mumbled, cutting them off before they could start an argument. Your eyes were closed, your body limp. You could feel the tiredness setting in, sleep calling your name. The bed shifted as the two men adjusted, getting more comfortable.

"Goodnight, sweetheart." Dempsey breathed, his breath warm against your skin.

"Gute Nacht, meine Geliebte."

You could feel their bodies relaxing, the tension and stress leaving their bodies. They were finally calm, finally at peace. You were safe in their arms, and you didn't want to be anywhere else. And as much as Dempsey was ready for you to be the one who would be forever pinning after him after this night, he fell victim to his own trap, this would be ingrained in his mind. The image of your body being taken by both him and Edward, the way you took them both, the sounds you made, and the way your eyes fluttered open and shut. This night would haunt his dreams, and it's a dream he wouldn't mind having every night. Edward was a lucky man, and damn, did both of them know.

[crackedpumpkin]

hi

this is my first time requesting something so- BAHABAHAHAHA

Can yo do something with rise Leo when both of them (reader and Leo) have felling a for each other, but any or them wants to accept them, so the family starts to put them in compromising situations?

i hope you can do it

i love you

Hello lovely! Unfortunately, most of my writing progress actually got deleted because tumblr decided to fuck me over by kicking me out of my draft before I even saved it so I rewrote everything again :) (Google docs ftw)

Regardless though, I hope this is good enough for your first request! I don’t have much experience writing for ROTTMNT since I’ve actually only just started watching the show, but I really do hope you enjoy this! Sending much love your way as well <3

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So maybe taking a walk in a dangerous, sketchy neighbourhood isn't the best idea you've had.

You glance behind you at the clatter of what seemed to be trash cans that had toppled onto the ground, urging your feet to walk faster.

The only source of light around you was the dim flickering of a lamp post that stood a few feet away, just as sketchy as the neighbourhood you were in.

You breathe a sigh of relief when you take another look around, not seeing anyone. You shove your hands into the pockets of your hoodie, turning around to continue walking back home.

“So, whatcha doing out here all by your lonesome?” 

You shriek at the sudden voice, desperately grabbing for the pepper spray in the pocket of your jeans that you kept on you at all times. You hold it out with a shaky hand at the dark silhouette in front of you, finger ready at the trigger.

“It’s me, don’t shoot!” 

“Leo??” You lower the bottle, glaring at the familiar turtle in blue that steps into the light with a sheepish grin.

“I told you to call me if you were gonna take a walk, much less in this kind of area.” He chides, leaning against the brick wall beside you with a smirk.

“I would have if you actually picked up your calls.” You joke. You exchange smiles, knowing full well that he had never missed a single call or text if it came from you, and he wasn’t planning on doing otherwise anytime soon.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you home.” He extends his hand towards you, and you slip your hand into his without hesitation. He tugs you forward, and you almost fall into his arms had he not caught you in time. Your hand is entwined with his, and he walks beside you in the dim street. Your shoulders brush against each other every so often, and it brings soft, shy smiles to your faces.

“Okay, the plan is a go,” Donnie confirms from a nearby rooftop, keeping tabs on the pair with his binoculars.

“Oooo, I’m so excited!” Raph’s hushed excitement only encourages a boost in Donnie’s ego. 

“I love Love.” Mikey sighs blissfully, watching his brother and Y/n with his own pair of binoculars. 

“Operation ‘Get-Y/n-and-Leo-together-so-they-can-stop-mutually-pining-over-each-other-and-making-us-all-frustrated’ is underway!” April whispers excitedly into the mic attached to her shirt, hiding behind a wall of a nearby alleyway. 

“Okay guys, Phase One of the plan will take action, now!”

At Donnie’s command, April reaches out and pushes a pile of boxes that topple, falling to the ground with a loud thud. 

This causes you to look back, startled by the sudden noise. Your grip on Leo’s hand tightens, and he looks down to see your nervous expression. “I’m sure it’s nothing, scaredy-cat.” He teases, and this makes you frown, punching his arm playfully. “Am not!” You brush it off as a mere coincidence.

“Donnie, what’s pushing a bunch of boxes down gonna accomplish anyway?” Raph asks, confused by the plan’s simplicity.

“Well my dear brother, this whole plan is based on fear as an effective stimulus to encourage the two to take the first step towards each other romantically.” Donnie tuts, continuing to keep tabs on the pair.

“You see Raphael, the sound made by the fallen boxes in a sketchy neighbourhood will act as the first step in stimulating that fear. Next up, we have Phase Two. April, get ready.” Donnie instructs.

“You got it.” April pulls out a pair of particularly heavy boots, puts them on and tucks her thick hair under a baseball cap. She takes a step out into the street, her heavy boot landing on the ground with a loud thud. 

“Aaaand, now.” Mikey hits a button on Donnie’s console at his brother’s command, and all the lights on the street shut off except one. 

You look up in surprise at the sudden pitch-black darkness that surrounds you, but your attention is drawn to the sound of heavy-set footsteps from a distance behind you. Leo pulls you close, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. “I’m sure it’s nothing” He tries to laugh it off, though his voice has a slightly nervous edge to it.

The clunking grows louder, and the two of you look at each other in alarm, glancing back to see the flickering light of the only lamp post revealing a dark silhouette hidden in the shadows, its towering frame and muscular build making you panic.

“We should run,” Leo suggests in a high-pitched squeak. You barely have time to nod in agreement before he practically scoops you up in his arms, starting to run in a panic. He doesn’t stop until you reach a slightly more brightly lit area, stealing a glance behind to check if they had lost whoever that was.

“I think we lost them.” You breathe out, your arms having circled his neck as he held you close in his arms, hiding your face in his neck. He sets you down gently, the brush of his cheek against yours when he moves away bringing a soft heat to your face. He moves a strand of hair out of your face tenderly, tucking it behind your ear with a smile.

You both let out relieved laughs, the adrenaline fading from your systems before continuing the walk. Leo takes the opportunity to drape his arm around your shoulders and pull you close, masking his nervousness with confidence when you look up at him with wide eyes.

You shouldn’t read too much into it…Right?

“Phase Two: Success,” Donnie reports with a grin. 

“I dunno Donnie, this feels a little too much.” Raph voices out unsurely, readying for the next Phase.

“Too much?” Donnie cackles, “It’s never too much.”

“Donnie, are we good or what?” April asks, having taken off the boots and baseball cap. 

Donnie laughs evilly, cracking his knuckles and nodding at Raph who readies himself.

“Release the crows.” 

Raph flips the switch, releasing the automatic lock on a cage of crows that were very angry at being caught and stuffed into an overcrowded cage. Donnie had placed them in an alleyway that you and Leo were about to walk past at any moment.

You slow your footsteps, eyes narrowing as you stare into the dark alleyway suspiciously, hearing the flutter of wings. “What’s up?” Leo looks into the alleyway and his eyes widen in alarm, pulling you away just in time and shielding you from an angry flock of crows that rush out of the darkness. 

Your back hits the brick wall of the building next to the alleyway, and Leo’s arms wrap around you in a protective hug. His shell aches from the sharp claws of the angry crows that attack anything in their sight, pulling you as close as possible.

His hand covers the top of your head, and you tuck yourself under his chin, pressed firmly against his plastron. Your eyes were squeezed shut in fear, brows furrowed.

When the caws of the crows gradually fade, you finally open your eyes, blinking a couple of times. You look back up to check on Leo, and your breath hitches in your throat at the sight.

Cheeks flushed, eyes shut, and lips pressed together in a firm line. 

The picture of perfection. 

Your hand finds itself cupped against Leo’s pink cheek. His eyes fly open, staring down at you in surprise. Your thumb starts tracing small circles on the soft skin of his cheek, and he almost churrs in delight, his knees weak at the sight of you.

You, with your adorable wide eyes, your red cheeks, and your smile that gave him butterflies every time he laid eyes on it.

The image of an angel.

“Grossss,” Donnie complains, setting down his binoculars with a barely disguised gag.

“Hey, I think it’s sweet,” April says with a grin, gushing over the two, hidden a few feet away.

“Well, maybe.” He reassesses, grinning at how well his plan was turning out.

“Wait, doesn’t this mean the plan’s working?” Mikey points out.

“As if it wouldn’t.” Donnie snorts at the implication of otherwise.

The spell between the two is broken when the lone bark of a stray dog echoes throughout the neighbourhood. You both snap out of your daze, lips mere inches away from brushing. Leo’s eyes were half-lidded, leaning down to press his lips against yours before jolting away at the sound. Your hand drops to your side as Leo takes a sudden step back as if touching you had burned him.

Your cheeks were warm with an all-too-familiar heat, and you stare down at the ground, wishing it’d swallow you whole.

Leo tilts his head back, staring up at the night sky with shaky breaths and rubs the back of his neck nervously.

He was mortified but also annoyed that a simple bark had ruined what could’ve been the greatest moment of his life.

How was he supposed to face you now?

Right. He’d handle it like he always does: With confidence.

“So, shall we?” His hand is outstretched again, waiting for you to take it with a lazy yet confident grin.

He prays intently, hoping you don’t notice the way his cheeks blossom red from the heat and the way his hands tremble. He prays you don’t notice the way his voice has a nervous edge to it, and how desperately he wants to hold you again.

But you notice. You notice everything.

You look at his hand, raising your own hesitantly before pausing.

“Take his hand, damn it!” Donnie all but yells in frustration, setting down his binoculars and rubbing the space between his eyes exasperatedly when you drop your hand and nod, walking in front of him.

Leo’s dejected face was enough to make anyone feel pity for him, but he covers his crestfallen expression with a bright smile when you turn back to look at him, your brow quirked almost as if asking him to catch up with you.

He jogs to your side and starts to joke around, hiding how hurt he felt when you rejected his hand.

“Donnie, the plan isn’t working!” Raph panics and Mikey lets out a whimper from beside him.

“Wait.” Donnie pulls out his phone, typing furiously. “We still have Phase Four.”

Leo’s phone vibrates, and he pulls it out from his utility belt to check his texts. He frowns when he reads it, a groan slipping past his lips.

Now everything made sense.

“What’s wrong?” You try to peek at his screen, but he quickly tilts it away from you.

You frown, shoving your hands back into the pockets of your hoodie and feeling hurt. He never hid stuff from you before, not even embarrassing texts sent by his brothers. 

“I-it’s just spam text!” He stammers, shoving the phone back into his utility belt with a frown, looking up at the rooftops and failing to spot his brothers.

Of course, it was them who had set up this whole horror-esque situation for him.

Donnie had just sent him a text, encouraging him to kiss you when he dropped you off at your place, ending it with a ‘;)’.

“Well,” Leo looks up, having been engrossed in his thoughts to realise they had stopped walking, “this is me,” you mumble.

“I’ll meet you upstairs?”

You pause but nod with a shy smile. 

He watches you enter the glass doors of the apartment building, thankful for the lack of humans and bright lighting around. He makes his way up to the fire escape outside your bedroom window, hearing the vague greetings you gave your parents in the living room.

As soon as he hears the door close and the soft click of your lock sliding in place, he slides open the window and climbs in.

You sit down on your bed with an exhausted sigh. “That was a scary walk, huh?” You gesture for him to join you and he does, plopping down beside you. He’s strangely silent, staring down at your bedroom floor. You move closer to him, until your shoulders touch. You nudge him gently. “You okay?”

“H-huh? Y-yeah! Good walk.” Leo’s caught off guard when he realises that there’s barely any space between the two of you, surprise and nervousness in his wide eyes.

“Where’d the confident, brave Leon I know go?” You tease.

“...not so brave.”

You hear Leo faintly mutter under his breath. “What was that?” You ask.

You watch Leo take a deep breath. “Around you, I’m not so brave.” He admits softly.

“Why?”

Okay, Leo, it’s now or never.

“Because I like you.”

“What?”

You wait for the impending ‘Just Kidding!’. You knew it was coming any second now. If it was a prank, it was truly a cruel one, seeing as you did have feelings for him. You fiddle with your hands nervously.

He’s taking too long to say it, you realise.

Leo’s facing you now, more serious than you had ever seen him. His usual confidence is absent, and he waits for your response with bated breath.

“I-I mean, that’s what I’d say if I did-”

“I like you too.” 

“What?” Now it’s Leo’s turn to feel surprised, and you nod.

“I like you.” You repeat shyly, your ears bright red and confirming what he had heard.

“Really??” Leo’s arms wrap around you in a joyous hug, his elated smile causing you to giggle. You shush him with a finger to his lips, glancing over to the door, afraid your parents had somehow overheard him.

You look back at a beaming Leo.

Let’s knock him down a peg.

You press a chaste kiss to his lips. He’s left speechless, and you can’t help but laugh at how wide his eyes are. You suddenly feel embarrassed at making the first move, looking away. You feel a slender finger cup your chin, tilting your face back to meet his in a passionate kiss that has your knees weak.

You both pull away after a while, breathless. You both catch your breath, heartbeats banging against your ribcages in a steady rhythm that threatens to break out when your eyes meet.

“We should go on walks more often.” You joke weakly. His hand holds yours, fingers entwined. You look down at your hands, a silly smile fixed permanently on your lips.

“Yeah, about that…Donnie and the rest set it up.” Leo pulls out his phone, finally showing you the text that he had hidden from you earlier.

You read through it with furrowed brows, your lips curling up in a mischievous smirk.

“Why don’t we return the favour by pretending we fought?” You suggest with a cheeky wink.

Leo stares at you for a good moment before tugging you forwards into a tight hug. “This is why I fell in love with you.” He sighs lovingly.

He moves back, and you both start to chuckle evilly.

Oh, you’ll enjoy pranking his brothers the next day.

[gingiesworld]

At My Worst

Chapter Three

Leigh Shaw x GN! Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Slight Smut. Reader has a penis

Taglist: @username22345

18+ MINORS DNI

Things had been going really well for Leigh and Y/N, the two had never been happier. Even work had seemed to be a breeze. Especially on days like Y/N was having today. Running out to the wreck yard to break up a fight.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Y/N yelled as they had their baton at the ready. Another guard joining them in breaking it up. Knocking the inmates to the ground. Y/N struggled to keep one on the ground as he head butted them square in the nose. "Fuck." Y/N groaned as they fell back. Soon finding the strength in the adrenaline to take him down once more. Holding his head against the gravel. "24 hours in the can!! Does anyone else want to join him?!!!" They yelled as another two guards came and took the two inmates to solitary.

"Go see the nurse and head home." Governor Spencer told them as they nodded, heading straight to medical for a check up.

"It's not broken." She told them as she checked. "But you will have some bruising and just let me stitch this up." She concentrated on the small cut before finishing cleaning it. "I hear you have a special someone." She teased them as they chuckled. "Tom keeps on saying how you actually have a heart."

"Of course he does." Y/N chuckled as they stood up. "But I do have a special someone. She makes me happy."

"You look like you're in love." She smiled at them as they nodded.

"I am falling in love with her." They confessed. "I just wish I knew how to tell her."

"Just say it." She told them as she wrote an email to the Governor. "I'm sure she will say it back."

"I hope she will." Y/N whispered as they left. Heading straight to the Guards quarters and grabbing their stuff from their locker. Y/N went home with a huge smile on their face, getting in the shower and dressed before they headed back out since it was mid afternoon. Knowing full well that Leigh would be at Beautiful Beast.

Heading inside of the small establishment, they leaned against the door as they watched her teach a class. The sweat and concentration on her face as she helped guide the movements of anyone who needed a little extra guidance.

"It's creepy to stare." Jules whispered behind them making them jump slightly, laughing loudly before Y/N turned to face her chuckling themselves. Her expression soon turned to one of concern. "What happened?"

"Just an accident at work." They shrugged with a smile. "It looks worse than it is."

"That job of yours is dangerous." Jules stated as she led Y/N to wait with her at the counter. Throwing some towels their way to help folding.

"In a way, every job is dangerous." They corrected her. "Just because all risk factors aren't obvious doesn't mean it isn't dangerous."

"You work in a prison." She whispered. "You could get killed any day."

"I have worked there for a few years now. I know the inmates pretty well and we have some sort of understanding." Y/N told her as she shook her head. "Meaning they know that I am top dog around their and my bark can be worse than my bite."

"You're weird." Jules chuckled as Y/N nodded.

"And I am proud of it." The two laughed, not really seeing Leigh's class leave.

"I see you're making a slave out of my Y/N." Leigh's voice sounded from behind the two

"It appears you now belong to her." Jules whispered as Y/N nodded.

"And it appears you have yet to answer her." Y/N responded in the same tone.

"Y/N is merely helping me." Jules stated as the two turned to face her.

"What happened?" Leigh gasped as she saw Y/N's face.

"It's nothing really." Y/N shrugged it off as Leigh gripped their jaw. "The doc already checked it out and it's just a little bruised and cut. Nothing more."

"Well, I am done for the day." Leigh stated as she grabbed the towel from Y/N and threw it at Jules. "So come on. I want to spend time with My Y/N." She spoke, mostly directed at Jules as she just shook her head with a chuckle.

The two made their way to Y/N's car as Leigh got a ride in with Jules. Leigh already turning on the radio to her favourite station as Y/N started to drive.

"I need a shower." Leigh groaned as Y/N hummed in agreement.

"And I will need to clean my seat." They stated as Leigh looked at them confused. "You're sweating all over the leather." Leigh hit their arm as they just laughed at her expression.

"You're mean." She pouted as Y/N chuckled, taking her hand in theirs, kissing her knuckles as they drove. "Come on." Leigh told them as she got out of the car as soon as they parked in front of her home. They followed her with a smile as she let them inside. "My mom is out and Jules is at the studio so it's just us." Leigh told them as she led them to her bedroom.

"Ok." Y/N was nervous all of a sudden as she sat them on the edge of her bed. Although they have been together for a couple of months, they have yet to be intimate. Y/N watched as Leigh grabbed her things before she disappeared into the bathroom. While the shower was running, Y/N found Leigh's old year book. Smiling as they read through all of the kind words people had written. Only to be shocked when they saw writing so familiar.

Leigh,

I know we haven't really crossed paths but I'm sure you would have been one hell of a friend to have, and I'm sorry for never really being a friend.

Y/N Y/L/N

"What are you reading?" Leigh asked as she came out of the bathroom, her hair down and damp. Climbing beside Y/N on her bed.

"Your yearbook." Y/N stated. "We were in the same school year."

"What?" She questioned as she examined the book. "This is so strange." She whispered as they nodded.

"All of this time we were so close yet so far apart." Y/N stated as she turned to face them. A teasing smile on her face before she started to flick through the pages until she found what she was looking for as she rose from the bed.

"Some say I won't amount to anything. I say I will amount to what I want out of life." She read from the book. "Y/N Y/L/N."

"No." They shook their head as they stood up fast, Leigh was ready for them to start chasing her around the room. Until Y/N tackled her to the bed, hovering above her.

"You have always been cheesy." She whispered from beneath them. Her heart pounding in her chest as Y/N gazed into her eyes.

"You love it." They stated huskily as Leigh just exhaled as Y/N's hand went to her cheek. "I love you." They whispered as Leigh just closed the gap. Kissing them passionately as she wrapped her legs around them. Their tongues dancing together as their hips rolled against the other. As soon as Leigh moaned at the friction, Y/N halted their movements. "I'm sorry." They pulled away as Leigh shook her head. Sitting up as Y/N moved from above her.

"Don't be." Leigh told them as she shook her head.

"I want our first time together to be special Leigh." They told her honestly. "I want to treat you the way you deserve because." They sighed as she held their hand.

"Y/N, I love that you want to make it special. I love that you want to treat me like the queen I know I am not." Leigh started as Y/N gazed in her eyes. "And I love you Y/N. I really do. I believe that if we ever became friends in school, we probably would have went to prom together because I would have wanted nothing more, but we have a second chance to do things right. And just being here with you feels right." Y/N kissed her softly before resting their forehead on hers.

"You have no idea how much you have saved me Leigh." They whispered. "You're my saving grace." She just kissed them once more before they both settled on her bed. Becoming a mess of limbs as the kiss grew more and more intense by the passing second. Giving in to the temptation of passion. Getting lost in the moment and forgetting about the world passing by.

[technically-ghostly-collection]

I said I’d be writing a Miguel O’Hara fan fiction. This is my first time actually posting a fan fic. It’s a slow burn, a brief summary is you’re a journalist in Nueva York. And your saved by the one and only Spiderman 2099.

If this does well I’ll post part two, I’ve already finished writing this fan fic in Google Docs and it does get smutty so I’ll be sure to disclose that if, again, this does well.

Part one | Part two | Part three

TW: Action Sequence, Violent Crime, Weapons, and Retaliation

Word count: 1,371

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When you published that article against Alcamex and their unethical working conditions and practices you didn’t expect that you’d get your ass handed to you for it. Or that you’d meet the one and only spiderman because of it. Fidgeting and squirming in your seat as your publisher agonizes over your article. You watch their eyes skimming over the screen. “So… what’s the verdict?” you ask anxiously.

“Well I think it’s fantastic, well written, academic. This is probably the best thing you’ve written yet” they look up over their glasses at you. “However, I hope you’re ready for the repercussions that will come from this. This will put a target on your back and you need to be prepared for that.”

You laugh a bit, sweat starting to make your collar damp. “I think I’ll be fine, what are they gonna do? Threaten me? Sue me? I’m the best journalist in Nueva York. There would be too much media coverage if they did anything to me.”

“Can you be sure of that?”

Weeks later and those words are still echoing in your mind as you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering if it really was worth it in the end. As predicted those death threats came through but surprisingly there hasn’t been any legal action taken against you. The worst part is that’s what you’re most anxious about, ‘why hasn’t mr. Stone taken action yet’ you think to yourself.

Eventually after rolling your anxieties through your mind a few more times you slip into a restless sleep. Tossing and turning for a few hours before you hear something on the fire escape, eyes flying open the sudden noise shocking your system. At first you think it’s nothing, your downstairs neighbor uses the fire escape more often then you’d like but in an apartment complex can you really have peace? You try to roll over and go back to sleep when the sound of your window creaking open makes you sit up. Your heart rate rises and you can feel your breath quicken, you wait a few moments before hearing the window slide back in place.

‘Oh god I’m gonna die’ you think to yourself. In a panic you reach for the bat you keep beside your bed and slip a sock on the thicker end in case the intruder catches it. You slowly creep towards your door frame and tuck away in your closet, trying to take deep breaths to calm your heart. ‘Please just be a really smart racoon or possum or something’.

Your breath hitches as the door starts to slowly creaking open, eyes widening as you see a masked person creep in holding a gun. You swallow hard and wait for them to be fully in the room before jumping out and swinging at the intruder's head. Luckily for you, your sock trick has been successful, you don’t have enough time to figure out how they turned and caught the bat so quickly before you take another swing at their chest this time. You land a nice wack to their right side and watch the gun drop, kicking it across the room. You drop the bat before jumping onto the intruder as they scramble for the gun despite their new injury.

What you didn’t anticipate is that the intruder would have a friend come along with them, you feel hands grab your sides and gasp as you’re pried off your original target and tossed to the ground. You scramble to your feet and manage to dodge a punch before intruder number two lands a punch to your ribs. You gasp and grit your teeth, swinging at their head before hearing a gunshot ring out and feeling the skin on your side rip. You scream out and hold your side, luckily it just side swiped you, the adrenaline is keeping you going as you rush to the kitchen to get a knife or some other weapon. You dive behind the counter as more gunshots ring out, you can hear the wood slipping as the bullets claw through the island counter.

You wait for the gunshots to cease before grabbing the knife block, quickly ducking again and grabbing the giant chef's knife. ‘I’m so glad I sharpened these’ you think to yourself, trying to peek through the bullet holes at your attackers. You feel one of the aspiring murders grab your hair before you see them, scream out as they drag you around the counter and toss you across the room. You try to reorient yourself and get a grasp of your surroundings, the room is pitch black and all you can do is hold the knife close to your body, ready to be used.

“Who the fuck are you?! What do you want from me?!” you yell out, your eyes finally start to adjust and you see one of your attackers start to charge you. You slash the knife wildly and manage to catch their chest, you hear them scream out before they slap the knife out of your hand. You try to dive for it but the intruder grabs your arm and drags you back. “Get the fuck away from me! Get off me!”

In a panic you pull against the intruder and manage to bite his hand, your mouth filling with a metallic taste as he yells out again and punches you right in the nose. You’re instantly crying from the impact, hearing a sickening crack as your nose starts to spill blood down your face. Before you can think, you feel a gun press to your forehead and you start shaking.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was accepting your fate but you find yourself glaring up at your attackers, giving them a challenging look.

“Fucking shoot you coward” you grit out.

You close your eyes, anticipating the bullet to crash through you before hearing one of the intruders shout and the gun being removed from your forehead. Your eyes shoot open and you can see the man’s hand wrapped in glowing red rope, the glass from the window scattered across the floor as a man climbs through. All you can do is watch as the new contender kicks the original intruder and starts wrapping them in the ropes.

You feel pain enveloping your head again and scream out as the second intruder grabs your hair and pulls you up, getting you in a choke hold and holding you to his chest.

“Don’t come a step closer spiderman! Or I’ll kill the snake!” he shouts as he flexes his arm, making you gag and gasp for air.

There’s no fucking way spiderman is in your living room right now, then again, you hardly expected to be held hostage by an unknown intruder. You try to pull his arm away from your throat, refusing to give up and try to bite his arm before he covers your mouth with a gloved hand. You can feel his fingertips dig into your face and start crying more as his thumb presses against your freshly broken nose.

You watch spiderman pause, assessing the situation. You start to feel light headed as the oxygen is drained out of your lungs, clawing desperately at the intruder’s arm before feeling him suddenly release his grip on you. Gasping for air you fall to the ground and cough, swallowing as much oxygen as possible, at this point you could care less about the intruders, you’re just happy you’re alive.

You hear a scream ring out behind you and a body drop, you scramble away from the noise and turn around and watch spiderman wiping some blood off his lips, your former attacker laying at his feet and deathly still. He quickly pulls his mask back down as if you could see his features through the darkness before dragging the intruders to the window.

“T-thank you” you cough out, your throat and lungs now sore from the lack of air. The spider-man nods, not even saying a word before he grabs the two intruders and tosses them onto the fire escape. He turns back to look at you one last time before climbing out and dragging the intruders off with him.