#not fucked up enough to get a bingo alas

[laesas]

muiren/martha for the ships bingo 👁👄👁

okay context: Muiren is my beloved KCBR @kimchaybrainrot's character from our DnD game and Martha (played by my beloved D'Emma @thewholedamnboulangerie) is the hot jewellery and clothing seller npc that flirted with their character when she came through her stall at the market during our ✨shopping episode✨

#posts that are extremely funny to 3 people total fdhjskhjksh #wizard dnd #Emma Rissa and Darcey Which one of you was it. #Martha darlin. if you fumble this bag I will 1. catch it 👁️👄👁️ #and 2. rend you asunder. #Muiren deserves the whole world I love her #not fucked up enough to get a bingo alas

[queenofallimagines]

Can you do Blue Lock Sae x female reader x Rin? The brothers are fighting for her love.

A/N: I SURE THE FUCK CAN!! The itoshi effect is hating them both and then post backstory explanation coming to like them both a lot😔

TAGLIST: @priv-rose

Sae & Rin itoshi:

- okay so boom

- Had another OC though of being like a counselor at blue lock bc none of them boys is right in the head😭

- You have previous connections to Sae bc you were a counselor for another team he was on and his manager liked you so he would schedule private sessions

- Ended up in you leaving bc he’s so frustrating but alas fate has other plans

- You show up to the U-20 match bc DUH

- Anri doesn’t have any money to hire a manager also so you’re taking over that role

- Sorry😔

- Anyway rin comes to respect you for dragging him by his eyelashes about his trauma

- “So are we gunna start with hating yourself and thinking you’re not good enough to prove a point to your shitty brother OR are we working on your material conditions that stem from that today?”

- “…..off yourself”

- Like he can’t say shit back bc you got em!

- Comes in often enough now that he doesn’t schedule sessions he just shows up to spill the tea

- (Isagi and bachira are the same. the spies on the inside that tell you how the others are doing)

- He comes in and flops down in the chair

- “I’m not looking forward to seeing him. Why the fuck did they call HIM to help the team? His ass should have stayed in Spain!”

- “Oh I hear ya, I’m not looking forward to even making eye contact with his ass either. I’m counting on yall to win.”

- “The game-“

- “I want yall to crush him. I have my own personal beef with him.”

- “…….im not asking how.”

- You’re being restrained from jumping over the divider during the game to go swing on Sae

- Like did you see that?? THE AUDACITY

- DID NOBODY ELSE IN THE WHOLE STADIUM HEAR THAT SHIT??

- Yeah I would have swing on his ass right when the final whistle blew

- Better than me for him to get that mess out his mouth about isagi

- Would have stood up and clocked his ass

- When they’re all jumping all over each other celebrating you can feel the bad vibes coming from rin

- It’s suffocating

- You run to the locker rooms to catch him and bump into sae(accompanied by shidou)

- “……”

- Glaring at his ass

- Give him the dirtiest look ever

- And then turn to Ryusei smiling like you saw a puppy

- “Hey Ryu! Wonderful performance you put on today. You definitely stole the show.”

- Like lmao just ignore him pls

- After saving rin from going off the deep end; bc baby I’m so sorry that an ugly ass bitch would say something like that to you

- Their two week vacation starts

- Rin is surprised to see you in not work clothes chilling like a regular person

- Ends up hanging out with you a lot bc you’re the only one who he can speak freely to

- Unfortunately his brother is also back in the country

- Running into Sae while hanging out with his brother was NOT on your vacation bingo card but here we are

- “You’re here?”

- “I could really say the same to you. You haven’t gotten citizenship to stay your ass over there yet?”

- Flashback✨ y’all had a casual thing back in the day because when he’s not closed off he can be pretty fun to be around

- Then he let a white man get in his feelings and refused to talk about them and lashed out on you

- So he just kinda got these feelings and nothing to do with them

- Didn’t think he’d ever see you again to be honest so now stuff that he buried ages ago is in his face

- Can’t tell you sorry. Doesn’t know how.

- Sees you smiling and doting on rin how you used to him and can’t help but get jealous

- Makes sure to approach you when rin isn’t around

- You go to the kitchen to get water boom he’s there too now

- “Jesus Christ do you ever announce yourself?”

- “You’re in MY house”

- “Is it your house if you only show up one a year?”

- Can’t help but start arguments when he just wants to talk regularly

- Rin already picking up what his brother is trying to lay down and he’s not having it

- He’s already developed a crush on you like you CANT leave

- Gets nervous bc if your past with sae that he might snatch you up too

- Not letting his brother take something else away from him

- So all of a sudden he’s a lot more touchy with you

- Trust me inside he’s screaming and throwing up bc he’s never done this before but he will try

- You can feel his stiff ass hand around your waist😭

- Poor baby

- The silent itoshi beef isn’t missed by you but you don’t know that they’re competing off the pitch too

- “You sure you don’t want to go do something? Like we watched horror movies in your room all day yesterday, I had errands to run-“

- “Well I wanted to start the final destination franchise so you gotta watch all 5 of them there’s a new one coming out”

- “Yeah in 2025! That’s like 3 years away!”

- “Shhhh, the movie starting🙄”

- Hoards you all to himself in his room because you’re surrounded by HIM and less chances for Sae to sneak up on you in public and steal you away or join your date outing together

- Thinks you look cute wrapped in his blankets and tries not to blush when you cling to him

- “I swear to god-“

- “My bad forgot there’s a jumpscare here I’ll warn you about the next one promise.”

- He won’t

- Sae rolling his eyes to the back of his head bc you just always in the house now and Rin hanging off you like a sad puppy

- Sae is more strategic where rin is impulsive

- So he’s the type to do shit from the past that he knew would make your heart flutter and run will be blunt and impulsive with his actions

- Sae will touch your lower back as he comes up behind you to grab a class from the cub board and hand it to you

- Sae will bring you home your favorite snack when he knows rin wont see him give it to you

- Rin will grab your hand in public and not let go to make sure you don’t get lost on a crowd

- Rin will clumsily press his lips to your forehead when you are most distracted

- Both are very annoying

- And after a good WEEK of getting mixed signals from both of them you’re ready to stay your ass at home for the rest of the vacation before it’s back to work

- Monday morning Rin invites you on a morning run

- Which you obviously say fuck NO to bc the sun ain’t even up

- But he shows up to your front door at the asscrack of dawn telling you to get dressed you have no say in the matter unfortunately

- The jog isn’t so bad and he has the decency to buy you breakfast afterwards so that’s nice

- Decent conversation surprisingly

- When he drops you off back at your home he kisses you before literally sprinting off

- He was working up the nerve to do that all morning

- Can’t even say thanks or whatever yet before he presses his body close to you and lifts your head to slot his lips against yours

- Puts all his feelings into that kiss before managing to get out “bye” before his throat completely closes up

- And then sprints off before you can even blink

- Clown

- Giggling and kicking his feet when he gets home

- Sae is packing for his trip back to Spain at the end of the week

- When he catches you leaving his house after another Rin spontaneous all day movie marathon

- Offers to drive you home because it’s dark and he remembers the address

- Didn’t really offer so much as grab his Keys complaining about how you know better than to be outside this late

- Sir 🫤🫤

- The ride is kinda tense until he forces a conversation

- Unsurprisingly e vividly remembers all the right buttons to press to see that smile he’s been dying to see

- Don’t even notice he took the long way back to your home

- Puts his new number in your phone and tells you to stop being stubborn and answer when he texts you

- He’s a gentleman before all else so he walks you right to your front door

- Man barely hears a word you said before pulling you closer by your neck pressing his lips to yours

- Remembers you like the back of his hand the way his lips fit so familiar with yours

- Ends up with your arms around his neck and your back pressed into the front door

- Clearly wanting to come inside he pulls away because he’s fond of the chase🙄😒

- Wishes you a good night before kissing your forehead and going back to his car

- both of them have laid their cards out on the table

- Just up to you to make a choice I’m afraid

#my writing #x black reader #blue lock headcanons #blue lock #bllk scenarios #bllk #rin itoshi #sae itoshi #rin x reader #bllk rin #rin itoshi x reader #sae itoshi x reader #bllk x reader #I had a whole different direction for this originally #but I was like actually you can’t have both this time #a choice must be made #anon asks #anon answered

[hardly-an-escape]

it's the perfect time of year

Square: C4 - "Pinch me." (March monthly prompt replacement) Rating: E Word Count: 2469 Ship(s): Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling Warnings: No archive warnings apply Additional Tags: Dreamling Bingo fill, Smut March fill, pinch me, beach episode, established relationship, swimming, pet names, handjobs, outdoor sex, semi-public sex, dirty talk, I mean it’s pretty dirty but it’s also pretty intensely fluffy and romantic talk, Dream of the Endless is a horny little weasel, Dream is compared to multiple mythological creatures, Hob likes finding cool rocks and showing them to his boyfriend, tooth rotting fluff Summary: Hob convinces Dream to spend a day at the beach. It's... it's just a beach episode. It's a spicy beach episode, y'all. That's it. Read on AO3 | fill for @dreamlingbingo

Their little corner of the shoreline was bracketed by two clusters of large rocks that jutted out nearly to the water’s edge. And the beach was not busy – although he could hear voices on the breeze, they could see nobody and nobody could see them; indeed, nobody had even walked past their blanket in the quarter of an hour since they’d gotten out of the water.

Eh, fuck it, Hob thought, with a mental shrug. You only live once.

(Even if once is going to last forever.)

---

Hob didn’t quite know how he persuaded Dream to spend a day at the beach with him.

He wasn’t sure what magic words convinced Dream to shed his ever-present peacoat and boots, to recline on the soft old blanket that lived in the boot of Hob’s car, or to accept the proffered cold cider and pick through the fruit salad Hob had thrown together that morning.

Frankly, he didn’t want to know how it had happened. It was enough that his lover, his ethereal and endless Dream, was there with him, tucked into a sheltered bit of sand between two spits of rock on a sunny beach.

And if he couldn’t help that his gaze lingered on Dream’s bare arms, on his dear toes digging in the sand, on the pink of his lips when he thoughtfully nibbled a slice of pineapple – well, heat does funny things to a man’s brain. And it was an awfully hot day.

Dream looked up suddenly, met his eye as if he’d heard his thoughts, and Hob mentally blamed his blush on the fact that he probably needed to reapply his sunscreen.

He stood, brushing the sand from his thighs.

“Time for a dip,” he announced, and held out his hand to Dream. “Coming?”

“You wish me to – swim?” Dream asked, a corner of his mouth lifting.

“Only if you want to. You’ll have to change, though.”

“Is this simply an excuse to get me out of my clothes, Hob Gadling?” Dream said as he allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.

Hob smiled, tanned and handsome and reckless, and squeezed his hand.

“If we weren’t in public right now,” he murmured, pulling Dream flush against him, nuzzling a sun-blushed nose into a perpetually cool, pale neck, “I’d have you out of those clothes in a heartbeat. But alas.” He stepped back suddenly, not missing the way Dream listed toward him for a fraction of a second. “Last one in is a rotten egg!”

[Read on AO3 >>>]

green = complete, orange = WIP

#Dreamling Bingo #my writing #dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #smurch #the sandman #really squeezing this March prompt in riiiight under the deadline lol

[icouldhyperfixatehim]

BINGO ROUND UP

a GL & a disabled MC: pluto!! we got one gang!! i'm just so pleased that we're making some headway on GL being regularly scheduled as part of their production rotation as it should be <3 i will say that the plot of this one wouldn't be doing it for me if it weren't GL, and whacks of nicholas sparks a bit more than is usually my taste. BUT things change over production, and i'm more than willing to be surprised!! interesting that they're opting for another disabled lead specifically w/blindness. i'm still scared but hopeful about their engagement w disability generally, and i do think it's cool that they're not portioning out intersections to their own shows to be the ~ focal issues ~ . it bodes well i think, and i'm really buzzing to see namtan and film's dynamic.

big shock pairing to make me rub my hands together like a fly: my golden blood come collect your trophy!! also putting a dent on main role for fluke and speculative element series, this has me absolutely fucking roided with anticipation lmao. it looks bananas, and chancey, and like the people making it are determined to do so with fun and camp, which is my favourite way to see a project made. i love that as well as unbranded, fluke has managed to stay role flexible enough that he can slide into this fantasy damsel space, and i'm gagging to see it all. maybe he'll wear something white and billowing and dashed with blood, gmmtv seems to be in the spirit of granting wishes w this one.

there seemed to be some rivals to lovers edged stuff, but not in the flavours i wanted so i left it uncircled. also disappointed by the lack of girl violence...that friend vs friend/school gang series could have been fun if it'd been girls in ripped fishnets with bats but i digress.

2024 for 23.5 is not the series of numbers i wanted to write, and no final trailer. and also barely any milk!! she was only on stage the once and not for something i'm interested in, so i'm chalking that up to tragedy. but she looked fucking smashing today, so i'll just have to fold up her event portrait in a locket or smth

congrats to the enigma fans [weeps in midnight museum]

i'm frustrated by how much leaning is being done on remakes, even just because being tagged in so many people's bingo i see how many cool, original ideas there are out there, and it just makes me gag in corporate to see this laziness. i wanted to watch whatever the gemfourth offering was bc i liked them so much in moonlight chicken, but i'll probably be giving their kieta hatsukoi a miss. i've never seen ossan's love, and getting a last dance with mix was on my list so i'll probably give it a go but i'm still miffed about it

i got monkeys pawed on the fighting and stunts bc none of it (except the camp acrobatics of my golden blood) seems like my flavour. alas alack

and a campy comedic role for my girl jan in the other drama to hit my spec fic box!! just like UMG, peaceful property on sale (not 100% sure on the title) looks like exactly my bag. i'm indifferent to whether it's actually BL, but thrilled that tay will be there. i can't think of anyone better to play the guy that can see ghosts, given his huge irl superstitious dramatics and easy goosing. this show is going to be so fun, and i think i might have even spotted a similar ghost-makeup style to what they used in something in my room? i'm so looking forward to this one, and it's so rude of them to tease me with it in october of all times, and not give it to me immediately.

overall, hits, misses, dodgy singing. thanks to everyone who played bingo with me, you all have beautiful creative minds and i hope anyone who had a bingNO this time gets a better part 2 <33

#gmmtv 2024 #gmmtv2024 #genuinely thanks so much to everyone who played/tagged me when they used the template #i feel very connected to this wild exciting fiction-enjoyer community

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

To no surprise, slapping the Alutegra button for bingo

(But also - Darklina is it? 👀)

Alutegra

I’ve talked about Alutegra a lot! But very basically I loooove the culmination of like a full century of animosity and baggage and hostility being these two… getting along. Like a very key part of the ship dynamic for me is the incongruity of them liking each other! And genuinely being in each other’s respective corners!

I also just love the sheer metaphor of the relationship. Alucard as representing every sort of temptation possible for Integra— moral, romantic/sexual, the horrible things he can do at her behest, and the horrible things she could do to him with the complete power she holds. So just having All Of That embodied in another character, barely restrained in her basement, is such an interesting way to illustrate the sort of precipice she’s always in danger of tipping over the side of? She’s SUCH a restrained character, always so aloof, barely showing any emotion. And like I know it’s an art style thing, but even her personal space is so empty and utilitarian! And yeah Alucard is just such a great contrast to that/way to hint that she’s so, so in danger of going off the fucking rails!

Darklina

Oh boy.

So these two ships next to each other is really funny to me! I was getting some shit awhile back for liking Alutegra and I was like “okay, well, I fully understand being squicked out by it, and it’s not a great dynamic etc etc but I don’t really think it’s that bad, it’s probably the healthiest either of them can manage.” and then I switched over to Darklina being the main thing I write for. And uh. yeah this one is objectively way worse.

It’s really the manipulation that gets me lmao. I tend to really like dynamics that start out with a mentor/protégée power imbalance that gets dramatically flipped at some point? And frankly canon never fully delivered in the way that I wanted it to, (I would’ve liked even more manipulation!) but the broad brushstrokes are there and they’re great.

Basically I love the idea that the Darkling had very particular thoughts about the sort of person Alina would be, and was trying to shape her worldview and values to match that. And he’s just so shocked and offended when it turns out she has a mind of her own at all/at least isn’t cool with outright war crimes, that he goes SO insanely gloves off with his cruelty that he destroys any chance whatsoever of salvaging their relationship or any of his carefully laid plans.

The clash of values is really fun, and I like the focus on identity for Alina, with how the Darkling keeps insisting his is the only correct perspective and if she lives long enough she’ll finally grow up and understand. And her trying to figure out any other options she can actually live with lol.

Like he’s ultimately this fairly pathetic husk of a person, white knuckling a carefully crafted veneer of cunning and reason, and he gets absolutely obliterated by this random girl, mostly because he keeps tripping up over his own pride and vindictive nature. Like if the Darkling was just slightly more normal for five goddamn minutes at any point in the trilogy, he probably could’ve won! But he’s very not normal, he prefers burning down orphanages (canon) and kicking puppies (not canon that we know of)

Alas most of the ship’s fanbase want him to be a woobie tragic hero and I’m not about that. I’m sorry, it’s such a dull take???

#as it turns out I have many opinions #ship bingo #hellsing #alutegra #grishaverse #darklina #alarkling #I ramble sometimes #all the bendy punctuations #ask games

[imakemywings]

for the character bingo: Maglor/Elros/Finduilas? (no pressure to do all of them!)

Maglor:

Maglor oh Maglor...you fetid dead shrimp of an Elf. I actually like Maglor a lot, I think he's a very interesting character. He's both an artist and a deadly warrior. He's the only Feanorian we see really push back against the Oath and the only one who ever suggests they just stop. He doesn't hang onto that, but there is an effort and there are other signs late in the First Age that he has regrets about the path he's taken and I think he's genuine about those. However, I am exhausted with how the fandom handwaves his crimes, acts like he's somehow less culpable than his family in their war crimes, lambasts his victims as authors of their own suffering, acts like his victims are obliged to forgive him because he feels bad, and act like his relationship with Elrond and Elros was some fluffy sweet found family story. Maglor's fucked-up-ness, as with all the Feanorians, is a huge part of what makes him interesting.

I think Maglor, for most of his life, was an incredibly selfish person. That exhibits in different ways. In Tirion, it was because he was an Artist and he did not have time for his stupid brothers and cousins' issues, he was Creating Art that was going to last a Thousand Years and he was above petty nonsense like caring about other people's problems. Maglor, like Feanor, feels a lot, and he is very willing to subordinate other people's needs to his feelings. Maglor's feelings >>> everything else. (The drama in Tirion was never-ending!)

When we see him start wavering after the Third Kinslaying, I think a few things were going on, but one of those things was I think Maglor was starting to panic. He was looking at what they had done and realizing that actually, he's a pretty shitty person when everything is tallied up. Nobody is going to remember him for his art--they're going to remember him for the ruthless slaughter in pursuit of his father's property and the total extinguishing of an entire culture out of Middle-earth. This is where we see him start to push back against Maedhros and the Oath--he isn't upset about the one Silmaril lost to Earendil, he argues against pursuing the two held by the host of Aman, he suggests they go and repent to the Valar and accept whatever punishment might be due them.

"Fostering" Elrond and Elros was, to me, a desperate Hail Mary effort at self-redemption by Maglor. It was also, again, a deeply selfish act. He took two traumatized children whose family and people he butchered, whose home he had destroyed, and whose culture he had erased, and tried to make them the vessel of his salvation. Which is not to say he didn't genuinely love them! I think he did and I think they were perhaps the only source of joy for him at that time in his life. And I think he realized somewhere on the front end that this was fucked up, but by then he was attached to them, and it took him years to reach the point of being selfless enough to let go of them and let them leave.

Maglor's journey to regret is complete, to me, when he rejects the Silmaril. At this point, he openly acknowledges to himself and others that what they did was wrong, it was in vain, and he regrets. If he could do it over, he would do things differently. But it's too late now--and there's no one left to hear him say it.

The interesting thing about "Maglor lives" AUs to me is that it gives him the chance he lacked in canon to make good on his claims of regret and actually do better. Because I think he is capable of it, it's just that he never quite gets there in canon, not before it's too late.

Finduilas:

Most of what I have to say about Finduilas is based on headcanon, because alas, we don't get a ton out of her in canon.

Finduilas is someone I see as aggressively optimistic. Not the kind of dewy-eyed optimism where she thinks things will just ~work out~ but more of a determination to do everything she can to make things work out and a commitment to avoiding self-defeating pessimism. She will not despair until there is absolutely no avenue left to her; I think she does a great job of maintaining estel. This is why she held out hope that Gwindor would come back from Angband.

But I think the Gwindor who returned from Angband was naturally a very different person than the one who had ridden out from Nargothrond. He would have necessarily come back extremely traumatized after twelve years as a slave of Melkor and while I think Finduilas was committed to helping him recover, I think his newly cynical and harsh outlook on life cooled the ardor of their earlier relationship.

I also think she was drawn to Turin because he has a similar kind of hopeful outlook. In a perverse sense, despite his pessimism about himself, Turin keeps trying to make things better and keeps believing he can make things better even when everything goes wrong for him again and again. I think Finduilas was drawn to this attitude and that's a big part of what made her fall in love with him.

I also like to think Finduilas was a healer! She was interested in medicine and made a personal study of it for many years and even delivered babies in Nargothrond.

I don't think she and Gil-galad were especially close but I do think she looked up to him a lot and would have been proud to see him take the crown of the high king of the Noldor.

Sorry Elros, I don't really have enough thoughts about you to share ╯︿╰ I do like the headcanon though that part of the reason he chose to be a Man was because of his disgust with how the Elves had behaved in the First Age and that he never fully forgave the Feanorians for their actions. I also see him as a rather adventurous person--he has to be, to willingly take the path with the unknown end!

#tolkien bingo #maglor #finduilas

[rusted-sun]

“portals”

“shit! ow ow ow- GAH! WATCH YOUR AIM, BUDDY!”

“oh i’ll watch my aim once i’ve shot you dead for once and for all!”

“fucking hell!” chandler muttered under their breath, as they kept running from that damned player, all while trying to avoid to arrows being shot their way.

the player had been on the hunt for them all day, not letting them stop for a second to catch their breath and get healed enough for safe teleportation.

“if only i didnt have that damn wound on my leg” they thought, “should’ve watched my fucking step and now im sucked into this mess!”

as they kept running trough the dark oak forest, they dug trough their pockets in hopes of finding any loose enderpearls they might have had left. all they needed was one! just one and that would be enough! they needed to get home, and quick! or even anywhere! just away from their current situation would be enough!

“you can’t keep running forever! i can see the blood on your leg you know! you’re gonna break eventually, and i’ll be here waiting for that to happen.”

they kept desperately digging around and... bingo! they got one!

they turned around summoned as much intention as they could muster and slammed the pearl against a nearby tree. upon getting squished like a grape, the pearl opened a portal to what appeared to be a different world.

“oh you’ll be waiting for a while!”

they turned around and closed the portal just in time, before the player even had a chance to even attempt following them trough.

grasping at the nearest wall, chandler tried to get used to the rapid switch of body. it was never fun to feel it shift and change upon entering a different universe, especially when they felt their horns and tail get burned off in a cloud of ash. their scaly skin also melted away in said ash cloud and gave way for a more human-like skin.

once the transformation process was done, they finally looked up to see where they had landed from the portal hopping, since they didnt have enough time to actually think of where they wanted to go.

luckily they had ended up in the alleyway next to the apartment they had been staying at for a while now.

they took a step and- “shit!”

looking down at their scraped up leg they sighed, “guess the adrenaline finally wore down.”

clenching their teeth and trying to look as not in pain as possible, they stumbled out of the alleyway, and trough the building as they rushed to their apartment door, hoping they would be alone and could deal with this in peace without meeting any neighbors.

alas their hopes were futile as 112 was sitting on the couch, and turned to look at the door once its hinges creaked open, and her eyes widened once she saw and smelled the blood reeking off of chandler.

“god, you reek of blood! did a damn bear try to maul you again?!”

weakly shaking their head, they only replied with “medkit, quick... please”

after all that running, they had finally made their way to their bedroom and the relief they felt upon being able to lie down was indescribable, even though every part of their body was screaming in pain. at least they could catch their breath here and not be chased by an axe (and bow) wielding murderer.

and then their door opened, with 112 peeking trough “dude, sorry to interrupt your... whatever you’re doing right now but that leg isnt gonna clean itself. unless you want a nasty infection, that is.”

chandler could only glare at their companion and grumble about how they knew that already. 112 invited herself inside and placed the kit on their dresser and started digging trough it. a quite wince left her once she came to a realization.

“we do have a slight problem...” chandler narrowed their eyes. “we’re out of disinfectant... and painkillers,” she quietly explained.

“why do you need painkill- oh god nevermind!”

jumping at the voice, they turned their head at the door turns out they had been so out of it that they didn’t even notice dark coming home. great, just what they needed.

“cant you just... knock me.. out? i’ll be fiiine..." chandler mumbled, in hopes it’d lessen the concern of their little family.

“no we fucking cant! look at yourself! what even happened?!” dark demanded, but once he was met with a stone cold stare, he knew he won’t be getting anything out of his partner. 

“okay fine, how about this, i go and get meds and 112 distracts actor from coming in so he doesnt make a scene.”

a hum of approval is all he needed to head back out. following his lead, 112 closed the door to their room and went back to sit on the couch and wait.

chandler was left alone.

they stared at the ceiling.

and stared...

and stared..

gasping softly as the perfect idea came to mind, they sat up a bit and reached over for their nightstand. opening the drawer and shuffling around a bit they found exactly what they were looking for.

enderpearls.

they weren’t sure how they managed to get trough the portal from the other universes unharmed and functional, but they arent going to question it now.

speaking of the other universes, that’s exactly where they’d be going now. this time actually in control of the destination. and so they squeezed the pearl in their fist, popping it.

“hnnggg” they groaned in pain as they clutched their head. horns sprouting from their head and tail emerging from their back rapidly. it’s always worse to get the horns and tail back, than it is for them to disappear. didn’t help that they had fallen on the floor due to the other universes bed no longer being there.

getting up from said floor, they clutched the windowsill and stared trough it. perfect! they’re in the end!

slowly waddling to their storage room, they began sifting trough the many chests until they found one with shining pink potions.

regeneration.

removing the cork, they downed it all in one go, instantly feeling their leg heal up, as well as any other minor wounds they might have endured during the chase.

speaking of the chase... what did the hunter do? hm.. oh never mind. they shrugged off the thought, not really caring for them right now, they were just happy to get rid of that annoying scrape.

looking back at the open chest, they noticed a few loose enderpearls and decided to pocket them. just in case.

they closed the chest and made their way to their bedroom, finally wishing to get some actual rest from the havoc of the day.

chandler spent the next while just staring at their ceiling. watching the built in glitters shine as they just relaxed and sank into the mattress, that they once again failed to notice their front door slam open and panicked steps come their way.

when darks hand clutched their shoulders they only blinked and focused in on his face over theirs, chandler let out a quiet “oh, hey.”

“oh thank goodness you’re alive. it took me forever to find you, y’know that?! couldn’t you have left a note on your bedside table before- oh nevermind thats not why im here.”

still in a tired haze, chandler just hummed, questioning what he meant.

“the player was seen at the witch’s hut. im told they were looking for information about dimension hopping. what on earth happened? are they the reason you almost bled out today as well?”

“... yeah, ‘twas an accident, i swear! i panicked. hard”

#chess writes #everyone is so outta character but fuck it im having fun #minecraft au #roommates au #only briefly tho

[avintagekiss24]

—belated; bucky barnes

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x black!reader

word count: 4738

warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, sex, rough sex, anal sex, biting kink, choking kink, spanking, pain kink, vaginal fingering, mean bucky (my fave), ring kink cuz i love it when boys wear rings

squares filled: @buckybarnesbingo Y3: Birthdays ; @badthingshappenbingo Biting ; @star-spangled-bingo N1: Taking Charge

request: bucky barnes + "pay attention to me or i'll make you" + anal + choking + spanking + biting + pain

author note: it's been foreverrrrr! i'm so sorry! i had to work myself through a little slump! hopefully this makes up for the almost two months we've gone without a fic! this is story #2 for my 5k celebration, all fics will be tagged #5k...holy god. this was formatted in the beta text post editor on desktop, if anything looks weird, that's why :)

gif by @pedropcl ; line divider by @firefly-graphics

James Buchanan Barnes is possessive.

One of those massive hands around the back of your neck as you walk casually through the streets. Fingers wrapped around your wrist, or shoulder, or hip in a tight grip. He pulls you in close— right into his side as shopping bags hang from the tips of his metal fingers.

Bucky Barnes wants every man on the streets of Greece to know that you are his.

Not that you mind; quite the contrary. You just smile and giggle when he throws his heavy arm around your shoulders and hooks the crease of his arm right underneath your chin. Slip your hand into the back pocket of his loose dark jeans (giving that little tush of his a squeeze). Slink your arm around his little waist and breathe in his scent— heavy and woodsy— as the two of you stroll.

After all, he’s just as much yours as you are his.

All of his friends, Sam, Steve, Clint, all see the change in him. The little soft spot for you that blinds him entirely— turns him in a mushy puddle of emotions and puppies and rainbows. Very different from the Bucky they grew up with, but a Bucky that the three of them have come to enjoy. It’s a change of pace from the enforcer they know.

The two of you don’t talk about his work— in fact, it’s the reason why you’re in Greece to begin with. A late birthday present to make up for the fact that his “work” just happened to be the waiter at the restaurant he chose to take you to for your thirty second birthday. Come on babe, he chuckled as you scowled back at him over the rim of your wine glass, watching as he stained his white napkin red with his bloody knuckles, you know what they say, kill two birds with one stone… not funny?

Two weeks, two nonrefundable, open ended tickets, and five grand in bikinis, shorts, and shoes later, you’re getting some much needed Greek sun on your deep brown skin.

He’s even letting you call the shots for a change. Letting you wake him up at the ass crack of dawn to have breakfast— a spread of breads, cheeses and fruits on the balcony of your room as the sun rises. He doesn’t say a word as you drag him through the city, stopping at each little boutique and shoe store. Sits patiently as you try on every dress, every skirt, and every silk top in the entire country it seems.

Bucky even bit his lip as you gazed at engagement rings— hinting that princess cut is your favorite as you held your hand up into the natural sunlight as one adored your finger. Smiling over at him and wiggling your eyebrows all the while as he narrowed his eyes and plastered a fake smile on his face.

Today has been like all the others, a lazy day spent on the beach, a quick nap underneath an umbrella, a concoction of too much sun and too many margaritas going straight to your head. Now, you’re kinda sleepy and kinda drunk, but most importantly hungry— and Mykonos sounds like a great place for dinner. Despite Bucky’s objections (you’re too tired and too drunk to handle a ferry), you’re dressed in a cute little flowery sundress, him in an out-of-character white tank top, open pale blue and green striped button down and khaki chinos— you forbade him from bringing anything black— and you’re flip flops are slapping against the cobblestone street towards the ferry.

“Drop your attitude,” You say, glancing over your shoulder as he pays for your tickets, “You owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah, that excuse is wearing thin, girl.” You stumble a little with the motion of the ferry as you step onto it, having to grab onto the railing to steady yourself before Bucky grabs hold of your wrist, “Water only for the rest of the night.”

His voice is low and borderline threatening as he presses his lips right against your ear, and you know not to press him any further. You like to stick your toes right up against his line and that’s what irritates him most about you (always what he loves most), but you and he both know you’d never dare cross it.

Bucky pulls you behind him, hand around your wrist, that possessive trait rearing its head as male eyes fall on you as the two of you pass by. He finds an empty spot, away from the crowd, and plops down on the bench as you step up on the lower rung of the railing and stare out over the sea.

Within twenty or thirty minutes, the ferry pulls away from the dock and you can’t wipe the smile from your face. The sun sets off in the distance, the bright lights of the city turning into little pinpoints. Small droplets of the cool, salty water splashes up in your face as the wind and the ferry whips it up. You keep glancing down at the phone in your hand as you broadcast your current view to your instagram, laughing softly as hearts and emojis explode on your screen.

You lean forward, tilting your phone and smiling wide, waving into the camera before you shout out how much you love it here. The words are barely out of your mouth before an arm wraps around your middle, a wide, hard chest pressed into your back, “That’s enough,” he reaches with his metal arm, grabbing your phone, ending your live feed, “You’re too drunk to be hanging off the side like that.”

“I am not,” you struggle against him lightly as he sets you on your feet, “What is your problem?”

“I’m annoyed.”

“Well, duh. Why?”

He slips your phone into his pocket and crosses his arms over his chest, sharp blue eyes piercing into yours, “Pay attention to me,” he says low, eyes dropping down your body real slow as he drags his bottom lip between his teeth, “Or I’ll make you.”

So that’s what it’s about. Bucky Barnes feels neglected between all the shopping and beach days and margaritas. Jealousy is cute on him.

The words though, they strike you right to your core— feel them down to your bones. A hard swallow pushes through your throat as your lips part, big brown eyes softening as your breath starts to rush a little harder. You hate to admit— not really— you love this Bucky. This is work Bucky, a man you rarely get to see. Slightly scary, anger brimming just below the surface. Jaw tight, eyes hard, head tilted just a bit. He’s menacing, and it makes your lips twitch into a small smile.

Shrugging defiantly, you cross your arms over your chest, “You didn’t pay much attention to me on my birthday.”

“Not true.”

“Not true?” you nearly shout, eyes going wide, “I ate alone while you beat the hell outta our waiter behind the building! I had to wait two hours for my slice of cake!”

“How is that my fault?”

You scoff, “Oh, I dunno, maybe because our waiter was spitting out his teeth in the alley out back— all thanks to you.”

“I have to work. You know that.”

“Not,” you hiss, “On my fucking birthday.”

He knows he’s wrong for that shit, so he stands there, huffing quick before he cocks his head again and just blinks back at you— unamused. He won’t apologize, it’s just not in his nature, but his usual attempts to make you happy after he’s fucked up aren’t working; so he’s at a loss.

And you’re enjoying that. A little too much if you ask him.

But alas, it’s not fun to fight on vacation, and you have taken far too many liberties when it comes to his tolerance for attitude. It’s been fun— and you’re just drunk enough to push him one last time.

You move slow, walking right up to him, so close that each inhale pushes your tits into his body. The smirk quirked up on your lips grows as you peer up at him, eyes bouncing between his as you place your hands on his forearms still crossed over his chest.

Bucky lifts his eyebrow as you push up on your tiptoes and push your chin forward to bring your lips close to his, “And just how are you gonna make me pay attention to you, James?”

He inhales deep, pushes it out real slow as he tilts his head even further. A smile spreads on his face and you just know that this is the last thing his work sees before he rearranges the bones of their face. This is exactly why his clients pay him as well as they do.

Thick fingers are wrapped around your wrist again, nails digging into your skin as he starts to pull you behind him. He weaves you through bodies, you nearly having to jog to keep up with his strides. Laughter bubbles up in your chest, a little shriek escaping as he pulls you down some stairs to the lower level of the ferry. Once your feet hit the last step, Bucky whips you around his body, sending you spinning and laughing until you bounce into an old, rusty metal barrel.

The smell of salt fills your nose and lungs as you inhale, covering your face with your hands. Your skin is hot, lips slightly numb as you dissolve into laughter again. He’s right, you’re a little too drunk for this.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be down here.” You mumble, brushing your wild hair out of your face.

“I could give a fuck,” he answers, stepping up to you, grabbing your face in his hands, “You’ve been testing me the entire time we’ve been here all over some stupid shit.”

Another giggle pushes through your lips as you bat your eyes, “I wouldn’t dare, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky sucks his teeth as he drops his metal hand around your throat and squeezes gently, the rings on his fingers cool against your skin, “I was stupid, okay? But don’t put on that little innocent act, girl. You’re trying me, and I’ve had enough.”

A smile cracks onto your face, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You wrap both hands around his one wrist and slip them up his arm, feeling the soft metal as you continue to goad him, “You got some proof, big man?”

The tip of his black and gold thumb prods at your lip, pushes just inside. You wrap your tongue around it and suck gently, keeping your eyes on his all the while.

Bucky laughs, deep and earnestly, “Proof, she says. She needs proof.” He glances around before he spins you quick, facing you away from him as he lifts your dress to reveal your pink satin thong.

You squeal loud, pushing and slapping at his hand as he grabs a handful of your ass, “Bucky! There’s people!” you laugh, “Oh my god!”

“Keep your voice down,” he warns, wrapping his metal fingers around your throat again, “Understand?”

A jolt of electricity flashes through you as you wiggle in his grasp. He tightens his grip around your neck as you wrap your fingers around the edge of the barrel, swallowing hard.

“That requires an answer, honey.”

The chill in his voice, added with the slow circles and soft tickles of fingertips against the back of your naked thigh sends a pang through your belly, “I understand.”

He chuckles soft and with a quick peck on the cheek whispers, “Good girl.”

Bucky curls his left arm around your chest, hooking your chin in the crease of his arm as he grips your right shoulder. You grab on to it with both hands, out of instinct, eyes wide and skirting around for any signs of other human presence down here. Bucky turns, moving you with him to eye the steps quickly again before that flesh hand sweeps around to the front.

The soft material of your dress falls over his hand as he rubs your stomach— his rings catching and snagging your skin. That hand pushes downward, over your thighs, gripping and kneading the soft flesh before he grabs the hem of your dress and pulls it upward, exposing those expensive panties again.

“Bucky,” you hum, his name trembling on your lips with the vibrations of your excitement, “Baby.”

He rucks your dress right up— right up around your waist and pulls the slack behind you, pressing his body into yours to keep it in place. The dark stubble adorning his cheeks and chin cuts into the side of your face as he nuzzles in, humming to himself soft before he kisses the corner of your mouth.

Those fingertips start to trace the hem of your thong— slowly. Back and forth, back and forth. From hip to hip. Your eyes flutter. Fingers grip the soft black metal of his arm a little harder. Legs go to jelly as another hard swallow passes through your throat.

“Ain’t got all that mouth now, do you?” He whispers, fingers slipping just inside the silk of your panties to tease the delicate skin underneath.

When he slips his hand in— all the way in— cupping hot skin, fingers dancing between folds and teasing a wet slit, an influx of air fills your lungs. A gasp, small and clipped sounds in the back of your throat as his fingers start a rhythm. You melt into him, head resting on his shoulder as your hips push forward to meet greedy fingers.

A naughty finger pushes in quick, and then a second— all the way to the black and silver rings dressed on them. His arm tightens around your neck as he presses his lips right against your ear, “You need to apologize.”

He fucks his fingers into you, withdrawing slow, and then pushing back in— each time the edges of his rings stopping him from going deeper. You can’t help but purr as you continue to grip his arm with both of your hands.

“I don’t think—“

“All I want to hear,” his words clip yours, each one slow and drawn and deep, “Is I’m sorry for testing your patience. I won’t do it again.” He curls his fingers, the pads stroking that sweet little spongey spot, making you clamp your legs closed around his hand, “Let me hear you.”

You can’t. You won’t. Too stubborn and too drunk to give in to him, wanting to win just this once.

If there’s one thing James Buchanan Barnes does not like, it’s hesitation. It’s dangerous, he always says. You think too long, you get hurt. Predators don’t hesitate.

Well, you like being his prey.

Only a few seconds pass before Bucky tuts in your ear, seemingly disappointed in your obstinate behavior, but you both know it’s just the opposite. His cock pressing into your ass tells you so.

The fingers disappear. The arm choking you just right pulls away and your dress falls back around the middle of your thighs. You huff, wiping quick at your forehead and pushing your wild, curly hair out of your face again.

Your hands find your hips in irritation but he slaps them away quick as he sucks his teeth, “You must really want this spanking, girl. Keep it up.”

That you do— keep it up. Huffing again. Crossing your arms over your chest like a petulant child. Brown eyes cut back at him over your shoulder to find sharp blues already on you. A smirk on his face.

Metal fingers curl around the back of your neck, pushing you forward gently until your thighs press against the old metal barrel again.

“Lean forward, kitten.”

Voice as smooth as silk while you do so, gripping the rusted edges for balance. Your dress is yanked up again— rough this time— and twisted around his Vibranium hand. Then there’s warm, the warmth of skin against yours. Gentle brushes of fingers and a palm rubbing slow circles, then pinching and grabbing soft— prepping your skin for what’s to come.

He pauses for just a second, no doubt to scan your surroundings and then pulls his hand away. You lung forward with the slap he levels to your behind within a fraction of a second— the sound sharp and heavy.

There’s another, and then a third in quick succession before he’s massaging your skin again. Real soft and sweet. Tears burn at the back of your eyes at the sting that radiates through, all the way to your bones but the molten heat deep in your belly spreads like a fire. Each breath is hard and shaky, heart thumping against your chest but it’s so good.

Bucky switches to the other cheek, skilled fingers sweeping over your canvas of skin before he cracks you— one, two, three.

You squeal with each one. The thud of those heavy rings around his fingers send a quick, new shockwave every time, building on the one before it. The tips of your fingers go red from holding on to the rusty old barrel as tight as you are, but your brain? She’s fuzzy and warm, and drifting up into the clouds with each swift slap.

Bucky is a methodical man. Three for the right cheek, three for the left, three right in the middle. His hand sneaks around your hip, giving it a squeeze before it comes back around and drops to the inside of your thigh. Grabs the meat of it— digs his fingernails in just to hear you yelp. Cups your cunt in his palm, feeling the heat and the wet— makes him groan all low and dirty.

He bunches your hair in his hand, tugs you up by it. Spins you around to face him before hoisting you up and settling you on top of the barrel.

“You want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you?” He growls, ripping at the button and zipper of his jeans.

You just hum in response, wrapping your legs around his waist and throwing your arms over his shoulders.

Bucky grabs your chin, forcing it up before he squeezes your cheeks, “Huh? Answer me.”

Damp eyelashes flutter as hot air escapes from parted, hot lips. He leans in real close, cock pushing right at your slit and kisses you hard as he slips his arm around your waist. He breaks away quick, sloppy and loud before pecking your lips once, twice, three times again.

“You want me to fuck you, girl?”

The weight of his words are felt right down to your core, a shiver passing between the two of you. You let your heavy head fall back and your eyes close as Bucky nuzzles into the side of your face, his pretty white teeth skipping along your neck, nipping and nibbling.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whisper after mere seconds, finally submitting in this cat and mouse game, “Bucky, please.”

That’s all he needs— all he wants. For you to submit, after letting you have the reins for one day too long. He sinks into you slow, spreading you open with each inch, biting down into the side of your neck as he bottoms out. His teeth dig in a little deeper, a little harder as he starts to move, rocking back and forth almost succinct with the waves of the water.

You’re moving with him too, meeting each of his thrusts with your hips. You keep your legs tight around his waist, feet dangling and bouncing against the back of his thighs. A trail of hot kisses are pressed along your neck and down your shoulder before traipsing back up— teeth grazing along your jaw.

Long fingers skip up your side and between your bouncing tits to only wrap around your neck again. They squeeze, gently, as his pace starts to pick up, hips shoving harder and faster— that old barrel starting to scrape against the wood floor.

The force makes you louder, moaning with abandon as if the two of you are all alone on this little ferry. Bucky makes quick work of you, shoving metal fingers into your mouth— giving you something to suck on to keep you quiet.

“That’s a good girl.” he growls, voice gritty and low.

He’s punishing after that. Each snap of his hips thrusting you backward, the barrel you’re on top of tipping back and then slapping down on the floor. You yelp with each one, your mouth going slack around his digits as your hands fall to the edges of the barrel for some semblance of balance.

It’s obscene, the way you can hear your fuck. The wet of your cunt. The squeak of his cock plunging into tight, slick muscles. The heavy thud of his hips pounding into yours. The slap of your flip flops falling to the wood floor as he’s quite literally fucked them right off of your feet. It’s filthy— crude— and so very Bucky.

You’re back on your feet before you know it— before you realize it. Spun back around, Bucky’s hard chest and stomach pressed into your back. He grabs both of your hands and places them back on the barrel, his metal hand staying on top of yours, fingers gripping fingers.

Eager hips wiggle back into his as you hiss and sink your teeth into your bottom lip, groaning low. Your head drops when you feel his cock push through your ass cheeks— wet cockhead pressing against your hot rim.

He starts to fumble around behind you, each passing second making you more and more impatient. There’s a soft click, and then a light suction sound— something squeezing.

“Bucky,” you hiss, pushing back into him again, “Hur—”

The word breaks off right in the middle as he levels a quick smack against your hip— a warning. Then your ass cheeks are pulled apart, wet, slimy fingers sliding and prodding at your quivering rim. He brushes slow strokes, circling, pressing his fingers gently as he preps your little hole for what’s to come.

“What kind of freak brings lube to dinner?” you smile, gasping as he pinches the inside of your thigh.

You lurch forward when he grabs the back of your neck and yanks you back into him, lips right against your cheek, “The kinda freak that was gonna fuck you in an alley after dinner. Now shut that mouth.”

He’s pressing again, this time harder, his cockhead popping into you with force. You grunt with the initial intrusion, Bucky stopping his assault to allow you time to adjust to him— but that doesn’t last long. Your mouth goes slack again. Eyes slam shut, head falls forward as he slips in, deeper and deeper and deeper until his stomach is flush with your ass.

He wiggles— so you can feel him, feel him tickling the deepest part of you. Slaps at your ass again, quick, fingers glancing off your skin and leaving behind a hell of a sting. Then he’s fucking you again, slower this time, savoring the tight, glove-like hold your body provides.

Metal fingers grab at the hem of your dress again, tugging it up before they push back into your panties, finding a swollen, hot nub. Pinching and rubbing smooth circles against it, flicking and thrashing at the bundle of nerves before he shoves his fingers back into your cunt. They curl, those fingers, and pet your insides with surgical precision— only James Buchanan Barnes knows how to fuck you like this.

The heel of his palm slams against your clit as he fingers you rough and fucks your ass with gusto. Sleazy sounds gurgle up in your throat, the slapping of skin and the waves crashing against the side of the ferry, the rush of the wind filling your ears. Bucky pulls you flush against him and slithers his tongue just beneath your ear before his teeth grab a hold, tugging soft.

Teeth keep nipping— along your jaw, your cheeks, ears, neck. He fucks into you hard as he shoves his flesh hand into the neckline of your dress, gripping your tits. Pinching and kneading hard, thick nipples, mumbling sweet nothings all the while.

Your stomach churns, muscles tensing and flexing as synapses start to fire off in quick succession. Quick goosebumps pop up along your skin as your stomach tightens and you can taste it it’s so close. Bucky knows it, feels it as your walls constrict around his fingers, your asshole tightening around him. Vibranium fingers keep rubbing, keep fucking into your pussy hard, palm slapping against your clit, adding more and more pressure until the coil snaps.

It’s hard, and sudden— your body freezing as your orgasm consumes you. Bucky clamps a wet hand over your mouth as you mewl and bite into his palm, your hips thrusting forward with each wave of your release. He pulls his fingers from you to slap at your jumping clit, pressing the pads into it before he rubs quick little circles and then slaps at it again.

He drops his hand to your chin, yanking it up as you nearly cry, mewling and trembling with your release to kiss you hard and sloppy as you come. He kneads your tits with his mammoth hand as aftershocks flash through you, your used body jerking at random. Within seconds, there's a cloud of warmth in your ass. Rough grunts in your ear, growing louder with each spurt of his cock, your hot muscles milking him.

You let him use you, let him fill you up full of his silk. Grab his hands and lace your fingers with his as he empties long ribbons in you. Pull his arms around your waist and hold them there as he rides it out, his head falling to your shoulder. The two of you stand there, resting against that old barrel, breathing hard, skin sticky and balmy. Salt from the ocean in your nose.

Bucky’s the first to pull away, glancing back at the stairs before he pulls himself gingerly from you, leaving your body empty, a dribble of his come slipping out with him. He catches it with his fingers, drags them up the back of your thigh and between your ass cheeks before he shrugs out of his collared shirt and white tank top.

He cleans you up sweet with the tank top. Keeps his arm around your waist to steady you as he wipes at your thighs and your hot, sticky, puffy cunt, shushing you soft when you jump and whimper at the contact. He flings the messy tank top over the side of the ferry and rubs your hips and stomach real slow, murmuring into your ear all the while.

Diligent fingers then rearrange your thong— and cop a little feel, cupping your sensitive, swollen sex, giving it a little pinch so he can laugh when you shiver and squeak. Bucky pulls your dress, tugging lightly to get it back straight around your waist before smoothing it over your ass and thighs— even pulls at the top, making sure your tits are sitting pretty.

You can’t even open your eyes, overcome by alcohol and sleepiness and a post sex high. He fumbles with your fingers as your head lulls on his shoulder, a soft hum vibrating in your throat in your murky haze. Bucky lifts your arm by the elbow, sliding his hand up your forearm until he’s cupping your hand in his.

“Open your eyes, baby.” You groan in protest, causing a chuckle to rumble through his chest, “Come on.”

So you do. You always do whatever this man wants you to do— and there, right on your finger sits that big princess cut engagement ring you teased him with days before.

“How about we skip dinner and find a church, huh?” he whispers, kissing your cheek soft and sweet.

You glance at him over your shoulder, eyes wet as a smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth, “And if I say no?”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” He laughs as you adjust in his arms, pushing up on your tiptoes to cup his handsome face and kiss him on those pretty pink lips, “Then I guess I’ll have to fuck some sense into that pretty mouth of yours, won’t I birthday girl?”

#bad things happen bingo #buckybarnesbingo2021 #ssb2021 #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #5k...holy god

[shoutogepi]

Spring Pollen

Takami Keigo

word count : 5.0k

[ ✘ (nsfw 18+) ]  

genre : edging, gagging (glove use), sex pollen, public sex

bio: You and your coworker Hawks are caught off guard by a villain’s naughty quirk while on the middle of patrol.

author’s note : this is for bnha bookclub’s bingo event, for which i can now cross off the “sex pollen” slot ;) also pls go soft on me if this is rough as it’s my first hawks fic <3 TT

tags : @hawks-senseis​ @queensynderella​ @knifeewifee​ @prismaroyal​

also available on AO3 here

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Working beside the number two hero had its ups and downs. For one, you were insanely attracted to him, and you absolutely refused to admit it— to him, yourself, really anyone who asked. Not that it came up in conversation often, of course. You made sure of that.

The blonde was known for his go-with-the-flow, playful attitude, and you were not discluded from such a privilege, despite your many complaints. Deep down, you didn’t really mind his flirtatious behavior. Being a hero, even if you were only a sidekick at the moment, was tiring work. You did not have much time for yourself, let alone time to find men who you could flirt with or even go on dates with. Or even find a fuck buddy. 

God, it had been so long since you last received affection from a man. Work was your entire life now, and while you found comfort in knowing you were changing the world for the better— cleaning away the stain of evil on your city— you found yourself feeling lonely when you would return to your empty apartment each night.

So perhaps Hawks’ borderline suggestive comments were nice, welcome even. Not that you would ever tell him that. You would rather die than live with knowing he was privy to your thoughts; the mortification would simply be too much for you.

Little did you know, there was much desire and intention behind his seemingly meaningless flirting— for he, too, found you more than attractive. A walking, talking, gorgeous and independent woman who apparently wanted nothing to do with him— you were more than enough to catch his eye. But alas, you were years younger than the already-youthful hero himself, and you made it very clear to him that you did not want to do anything that could jeopardize your career at the agency the two of you were slaves to.

So the attraction went unspoken between the pair of you. Hawks would make a comment just a little too cheeky and you would roll your eyes or swat at him, and that would be the end of it. It would go on and on like this for months, and before you knew it, it had been almost a year of supporting the ever-popular winged hero. And everything was fine and good…

Until the red string on fate had to show its ugly face. And everything as you knew it was turned upside down on the head— the tall, prison-like walls you’d constructed to keep your feelings locked away all came tumbling down, right before your very eyes.

It had been a rather uneventful day of hero work, if you could recall correctly. Hawks had commented on your winged eyeliner that morning, saying how it made your eyes sparkle and give you an “avian edge”, which he found highly commendable. You had brushed him off, as usual, and the two of you had taken off to start your patrol, much like any other morning.

The sun was high in the sky, hanging cheerfully over the skyscrapers of the bustling city. The spring heat had not yet scorched the asphalt of the winding roads, a cool breeze tickling your skin as you walked beside the blonde hero. His large, scarlet wings were relaxed behind his shoulder blades, the very tips of his feathers brushing against your waist as you were pressed close to him on the busy sidewalk. It was all rather ordinary, looking back at it— you had just thrown away the wrappings from your on-the-go breakfast, feeling strengthened enough to take on whatever the day could possibly throw at you, when she appeared from what seemed like nowhere.

Hawks sprang into action immediately, recognizing the wicked glint in her eye much sooner than you. You were on a dull sideroad, almost an alleyway to be honest— a small street tucked away in the midst of the hasty city, sandwiched behind a few large buildings and the backs of restaurants. It was really the perfect place for a crime to occur, for there were few passerbys and no security cameras.

In just an instant, the number two hero was on his ass, nearly hacking up a lung as the offender sprayed a noxious cloud of pink spores directly into his face. The woman sported a vicious grin as she turned to you, and though Hawks tried his best to warn you of her attack, he found he could not speak— instead crumpling over to hold his stomach as his body seized with violent coughs. Just like that, you had fallen victim to her as well, your knees folding beneath you as your mind clouded over in a haze. You didn’t even register Hawks throwing her into the brick wall behind you, your brian too foggy to recognize anything before you. He was struggling to cuff the woman when he first began to sweat, his body beginning to tremble first in his chest, then spreading to his limbs and rushing into his veins, like the venom from a deadly serpent.

Your body felt hot— god, so hot— it was like liquid fire had been poured into your bloodstream, every cell of your body igniting into an all-consuming inferno. Sweat began to bead along your temple, the valley between your breasts, and the backs of your knees. You slumped onto the concrete beneath you, clammy palms scraping the rough pavement as you gasped for breath. But with each intake the symptoms only seemed to worsen, limbs growing weak and an intense pressure forming in your stomach, like an intruder attempting to burst through a barricaded door.

Hawks was busy fighting his own internal battle— the same feelings bubbling up inside of him as he clicked the quirk-canceling cuffs onto the assailant’s wrists, perhaps a notch or two too tight. He could feel himself coming to life underneath his trousers, fanning the growing fire in the pit of his stomach. “What did you do to us?” he bellowed, a mix between a groan and a growl. The tip of a ruby feather pointed itself at the base of her throat, a slight tremor shaking through the quill as his knees began to tremble.

The woman only laughed, amused by his blatant discomfort. Her eyes traveled over to your figure, curled into a tight ball on the ground. Hawks followed her gaze, distress panging through him as he realized the pained expression twisting your face.

“Reverse it,” he snarled, fists seizing the front of her shirt and pulling her body to sit upright.

But the villain only smirked, her busted lip not seeming to bother her as her eyes twinkled with malice. “Sorry, can’t do that,” she chuckled, though it came out sounding more like a wheeze, “no takesies-backsies.”

Hawks bared his teeth at her, his ferality getting the better of him as he slammed her against the brick wall another time. Her eyes fell closed and her body went limp, signalling she was out of commission for at least the time being.

“Damn it,” he groaned as her clothes slipped from his fingers, the digits opting to push into his wild tawny locks instead. Whatever quirk this woman had used on him was working too fast, and its effects were too strong. His cock was rock hard, straining against the confining material of his pants, and his body was becoming much too strung out from restraining his amplifying desire.

Chills rolled down his spine as you called out to him, your voice breathy and rough. His gloved hands clamped into fists as he shut his eyes, praying to whatever god there was to lend him the strength necessary to keep himself from tackling you and ripping off your clothes. He had never felt so desperate for you before— never had he needed to touch and taste every inch of you like he did right now. Whatever longing he had harbored for you before this morning was nothing in comparison to the emotions clobbering his sense of self-control at the moment— god, if you even called out for him one more time, he wasn’t sure he could stop himself from taking you, right here and now.

Little did he know, that was the one thing you wanted— needed, even— more than anything.

Your arms were crossed atop your chest, your knees tucking in to bend in front of them as you literally held yourself together. You could feel yourself leaking from between your legs, pussy twitching and itchy for any kind of attention you could get. “P-Please, Keigo,” you whimpered, your hands slowly trailing down your biceps, a palm clutching your own breast, thumb rubbing over the stiff nipple that stood out from beneath your hero suit.

Hawks couldn’t stand still for another second— the sound of his name from your lips too arousing, too intimate— he was on his knees before you in a flash. Both of you moaned as his lips slotted over yours, not a moment to spare as your body unfurled and wrapped around his frame, pulling him flush against yourself. His tongue pushed into your mouth, the tip twirling with yours and gliding against the back of your teeth.

Lost in the pleasure of his mouth on yours, your hands wandered over his shoulders, his chest, one taking root in his silky, fine hair. You could smell his aftershave wafting off his cheeks, the stubble on his chin tickling you as he began to kiss and nip at your jaw. He was insatiable, and so were you— your hands groping and wandering all over each other. Neither of you could get enough. 

You couldn’t believe that this was really happening, in the middle of this secluded, public alleyway, during your patrol as heroes— figures that the citizens of your city looked up to, no less. Yet you couldn’t find a shit to give, and Hawks had abandoned all sense of rationality the moment you dared to cry out for him. He didn’t seem to mind the public setting, for he didn’t harbor a shred of hesitance as he swatted your hand away from your chest. His own palm squeezed your breast as he suckled on your throat, making his first of many marks that would grace your skin.

It wasn’t long before he had you against the brick wall, your body snug between his firm torso and the roughness of the bricks at your back. His face trailed further south, his absence at your neck leaving your saliva-covered skin to prickle with cold. But you weren’t left pining for more long— his teeth gripping onto your nipple through your shirt, kissing and sucking at your covered chest as his hands careened down your waist, cupping your ass and lifting you off your feet just enough for your toes to drag across the pavement.

Your heart leapt into your throat as Hawks sunk to his knees, folding your legs over his shoulders and pressing his face into the apex between your thighs. His strong arms flexed as he held you up against the wall, your legs twitching as he pressed a line of kisses into your skin. Somehow you managed to wriggle out of your bottoms, your soaked panties now on full display for the winged hero, who only groaned at the sight before his tongue began to lather at the front of the material, right over your aching slit.

You felt itchy, itchier than you’d ever been before, your cunt pulsing and squeezing around nothing as you tried to wiggle your hips closer to his mouth. “H-Hawks,” you gasped as his teeth pinched the cloth, pulling it back and letting go, just to watch it snap against your drooling center.

“No, no, little bird,” he murmured sinisterly, taking a second to rub his nose along your slit, smirking at the clearly visible line of wetness that had soaked through the material. The teasing was torture, your body screaming for him to touch you again, for even more this time.

You cut him off, too impatient for his games. “Please touch me,” you begged, breath ragged in your chest.

Golden eyes turned to slits as he grit his teeth, fighting himself not to just whip out his cock and thrust into you right then and there. “If you’re gonna beg, do it properly. I wanna hear my name, dove.”

You couldn’t handle another second of agony; everything felt like it was on fire, every inch of you ready to be used, destroyed at his disposal. “Please fuck me— I— please Keigo, I need you so bad, I can’t stand it anymore!”

Hawks grinned as he ripped your panties off your body, the splitting of the seams shocking you into looking down at him. If anything, the ferocious action only turned you on even more than before, and you screamed out as his tongue immediately wove into your tight little hole. Your entire body shook as his hot muscle slithered in and out of you, alternating between tracing your entrance and rubbing against your slick, gummy walls.

There was nothing you could do but bask in the euphoria he was giving you, your jaw falling open as his tongue retracted and he wrapped his lips around your clit instead. Your eyes slammed shut, moans escaping you as your fingers delved into those bronze locks, fisting them as you ground against his face. His chin rubbed against your weeping entrance, and Hawks found himself wishing he had two tongues, so he could lap up the delicious slick that poured out of your gushing hole.

But it stopped all too soon, a sob choking out of you when he stopped satiating you with his mouth. His hand guided one of your thighs off his shoulder, placing your foot on the pavement and giving your shaking limb an encouraging squeeze before he took his hand away. His slanted eyes locked with yours as he brought his hand to his mouth, teeth securing the edge of his glove and ripping the accessory off, revealing his long, slender fingers to your lustful gaze. The hero then crumpled the leather into a tight ball, extending his arm up to your face and pressing it against your lips.

“Can’t have my dove making too much noise now, can I?” he mumbled, a feathered brow quirking up to give him a classic, mischievous look. “Too noisy and we’ll have to cut our fun short.”

At that you shyly opened your mouth, allowing him to press the glove past your lips. Once it was secure, his thumb brushed over your cheek as he grinned, his fingers then sliding down to pinch at your nipples. You moaned at the sensation, the leather glove in your mouth muffling the noise almost completely.

Hawks’ smile only broadened at that, leaning forward to take your clit into his mouth again. Your hips bucked against him, the thigh over his shoulder curling tighter and pressing him closer to you. It felt good— so incredibly good to have his tongue entertaining your pearl of nerves, lathering and swirling it, even using his teeth to graze against it. Your head fell back onto the wall behind you, eyelids fluttering shut as his fingers around your leg dug into your flesh, his other hand squishing at your chest before trailing down your waist, then down your thigh.

Suddenly his fingers were toying with your entrance, your slick stringing as he spread his fingers, golden gaze eagerly drinking up the sight of your arousal. Oh, how he’d longed for the day he could finally do this to his sweet little sidekick— to be able to lick and kiss and nip at your most sensitive parts, only to hear you moan and whine his name, gasping for more. It was even better that his glove was shoved into your mouth, muting your saccharine voice just enough so that no one else could hear you— your noises of pleasure were his and only his to hear, to soak up, and indulge in.

You cried out as two digits slipped inside of you, your wetness never having been so overt in your life. The extra slick dripped down the tops of your thighs, your pussy shamelessly slobbering for the man currently knelt between your legs. Your velvet walls sucked his fingers deeper inside, milking them as your cunt clenched uncontrollably, his tongue relentlessly lashing against your swollen clit. Hawks’ fingers pumped into you steadily, sheathing and pulling out just the first two knuckles into your waiting hole time and time again. The movements initially were slow, as if testing the waters. But after a few exploratory thrusts, he pushed the digits inside of you as far as he could, curling them toward himself and prodding your spongy walls.

He wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop— you tasted too damn delicious, and his cock was leaking into his briefs at the premise of being inside you, your stifled sounds only adding fuel to the fire in his stomach. Your body was beginning to show signs of near-orgasm, and it only made him more excited to see you so reactive for him. Your eyes were shut tight, fingers pulling on his golden tresses so tightly he could feel his mind practically spinning. And your legs were trembling, almost so badly that he wondered if you were going to collapse on top of him at any moment.

You whimpered as his hand switched angles, the very tips of his fingers rubbing right against the most sensitive spot inside of you. Hawks noticed your body twitch, even though you tried your best to keep your reaction a secret to him, ashamed to already be so close to cumming. But the winged hero was feeling anything but shame— pressing his fingers into that spot again and again, savoring how your cries became louder underneath his glove in your mouth, your limbs quivering against his skin. You tried to warn him, your thigh squeezing tight around his shoulder, your fingers lacing even tighter into his hair, spine stiffening.

Hawks seemed to know what was coming, for his fingers began flicking back and forth inside of you, stimulating that soft, spongy spot that made stars blur at the corners of your vision. Your toes curled tight inside your boots, tears pooling between your eyelashes, your body feeling as though it was trapped inside an elevator surging toward the thousandth floor of a skyscraper. The tension was building, building, oh it was so close— you could practically see the heavenly, orgasmic light shining just before you, and then—

He pulled back.

Had his glove not been occupying your mouth, your whine of anguish would have echoed off the stone walls of the alleyway, your body slumping into his arms in complete dejection. Your brows were furrowed in torment, wondering how in the world Hawks had the strength to pull away from you when you were in such a state— you were practically imploring for his attention, body so hot and willing that you’d let him do anything he could possibly want to you.

You were too lost mourning the lost orgasm to notice Hawks haphazardly shoving his pants down, pulling his black, tight shirt halfway up his abs. His cock sprang up from its confines, his eyes just slits as he focused his gaze on your dripping cunt, still twitching in misery from his teasing torture. You only realized you were being maneuvered once it was too late— he had dropped the leg that had previously rested on his shoulder, instead taking the other and pushing it to press up against the wall, his fingers digging into your thigh. He was upright now, teeth taking the tip of your ear hostage as he rutted his heavy cock against your saturated slit.

Fresh waves of lust rippled through your body, your bones turning cold with white-hot anticipation. You could feel everything— his member sliding against your entrance, gliding against you from head to base, even the veins decorating his shaft as they brushed against your aching core.

Hawks’ breath was heavy in your ear, but that only made you want him more. It was the only physical sign that he was just as affected as you; the soft groan falling from his lips as you bucked against him was proof enough of that. Yet somehow he staved off from thrusting into you, despite your pussy coating his whole length in your slippery love syrup.

You tried to complain, but the glove between your lips jumbled any words into a muted mess.

He seemed to be amused by your efforts, his honey gaze seizing yours. “If I take that out for you, do you promise you’ll be a good little dove for me? Can’t have you singing too loud, alright?” His words were music to your ears, and you quickly nodded your head, eager to prove yourself to him. But he didn’t move a muscle; only his tongue wandered out to swipe across his bottom lip, which then disappeared between his teeth. His eyes darted south, and before yours could follow suit, he pushed inside you to the hilt.

You screamed as he forced your elastic walls to stretch around him, the thickness of his cock taking you by surprise. Intense pleasure burst into your body as he pulled out halfway, sheathing himself back inside almost immediately. Hawks’ eyes were shut tight, savoring the way your cunt hugged him so perfectly. Already you were milking him, and he knew there was no way he could last.

It didn’t matter, really, because the instant his hand slid down your pelvis and his fingers began to toy with your clit, you were gone. Instantly that intense pressure built just like it had before, for a split second it was all you could feel. And then you were crashing through your orgasm, his name the only thing on your brain. You called it out again and again, ecstasy zipping through your veins and toward the intense heat that the villain’s quirk had produced. The sensations clashed in a fiery explosion, your entire body straining as you did your best to handle the pleasure, your pussy wringing tight around Hawks’ cock.

Hawks gasped, his head falling to your shoulder at the intensity— at the snugness of your cunt like a vice around him, at the sound of your muffled cries for him, at the way your body trembled in his hands. He didn’t wait long, though, for after the initial shock of your orgasm arriving, his hips began to ruthlessly smack against yours. His grip was now tight on your body, fingernails digging little crescents into the skin of your thigh and your asscheek, which he pulled back to slide himself even deeper inside of you.

Your head smacked against the brick as it fell backwards, the pleasure flowing endlessly through your entire body. It was only then that Hawks bothered to take his glove from between your lips, and you immediately gasped for the sweet rush of air that filled your mouth. Small noises of content slithered out of you with every crash of his hips against you, impossible for you to silence the constant “hah” and “yes”’es. Not that Hawks seemed to really mind— in fact, he was eating up every sweet noise that left your throat, cherishing the cute, dazed look on your face as he pummeled your tight little cunt with his fat cock.

It was wrong to be this attracted to his sidekick, he knew. But maybe that was why it felt so fucking good, too— the forbidden, unspoken attraction that hung between the pair of you like a heavy shadow whenever you were together. The line had been crossed, and god, was the grass greener on the other side. If this was what being with you felt like, he didn’t want to go back. He couldn’t— he’d tasted your sweet ambrosia and he could never push you away again. You were pouring life into him as you took his cock so perfectly, and he could feel nothing but euphoria as he slammed your cunt onto himself again and again.

His release was building, but goddamn it, he was gonna hold out for as long as he could. He was gonna make you feel as good as he possibly could, and hopefully it was something that could mirror the intense bliss that you were giving him. From the way your irises rolled back in your skull, your nails gripping into his muscles tightly as your jaw hung ajar, his name slipping through your lips every other thrust— he guessed he was doing a pretty good job.

Meanwhile your brain was nearly liquefying in your skull, the aftershocks of your orgasm still stinging your bones with pleasure. Hawks never let you come down from your high, and he was doing a damn good job at keeping you on cloud nine— his hand holding up your thigh so he had a better angle to continue drilling into that sweet, springy spot inside of you. His wings began to flutter and stretch behind him, flapping gently with each swing of his hips. It felt so good that you could barely keep yourself from screaming for him, from letting the entire city know that it was him who was fucking you so good.

“K-Keigo,” you choked, a tear sliding down your cheek. Hawks moaned at the sound of his name on your voice, leaning forward to lick up the saline bead before he pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, a shocking contrast to how hard he was pounding into you just a short distance south. “Feels so— agh! fuck— good, oh my goddd.”

Hawks nipped at your throat, burying his face in your neck as his thrusts became more shallow, his pace beginning to falter. “You like my cock, dove?” he growled, chest heaving as that intense pressure started to build in his stomach. “Your pussy is so fuckin’ wet for me— T-Tight! Hah, shit— s’too fuckin’ good baby.”

You could only moan at his words, cunt clenching down on him on its own accord. Hawks gasped at the feeling, teeth sinking into your throat as the heat of the quirk clashed with the heightened tension in his abdomen. The collision of the two sensations proved to be too much for the winged hero to handle, a groan rumbling his throat as he painted your insides white with ribbons of cum, his wings unfurling and each individual feather quivering in sheer ecstasy. His body shook, muscles taut as he emptied himself into your dripping cunt, arms wrapping tight around your waist as he gasped for breath.

The heat from your bodies began to dwindle, the villain’s quirk exiting your systems and rendering the two of you boneless, breathless, and satisfied like never before. It suddenly dawned on you that you were in the middle of an alleyway, the cool spring breeze touseling Hawks’ blonde hair before your eyes. He was still wrapped around you, trying to catch his breath as his cock continued to throb against your silken walls. The pair of you stood still against the brick wall, the fact that you’d just crossed such a serious line with your closest coworker setting in. There was a sense of dread that began to bloom in your chest, your suppressed feelings for the hero unleashed and thriving, now more than ever.

Before you could overthink for another second, Hawks pulled back, warm golden eyes peering into yours. “I gotta say, dove,” he murmured, a hand coming to cup your jaw and stroke his thumb across your skin, “that was definitely the best quirk I’ve ever been hit with on the job.”

You chuckled at that, the weight of the situation instantly lightening up as you gave him a slow nod of agreement. Your heart began to beat quickly as you gathered the courage to take it a step further than his confession. “I’m glad it was with you,” you replied quietly, meekly averting your gaze to the side.

Hawks hummed, thumbing over your cheek again as a smile rose to his lips. He pressed his mouth to yours again, fingers creeping into your hair as he pulled your face close to his. This kiss was unlike any you shared before, conveying only a sweetness, fondness even— a comforting reciprocation. You smiled against his lips, too, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him back, your fear dissipating as fast as it had come.

“I’m glad, too,” Hawks mumbled between your kisses, pulling away to quirk a brow at you playfully. “Can you imagine if I was with Endeavor instead?” he made the both of you laugh before leaning in to press his lips against yours again, the image of the serious, number one hero and your coworker in such a situation too hilarious not to laugh. But just as you started to deepen the kiss, he couldn’t resist throwing in the punchline he’d set up.

“I’d be a damn rotisserie chicken by now.”

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Bad Things Happen Bingo 3.0 #9

I would love to explain how I fell off the face of the planet again but alas I have no explanation. Blame work and my hyperfixation on my cloudwalker series.

Anyway, here’s the next BTHB:

Chained To A Wall

Characters: Hero, Villain, and Supervillain Warnings; Contains kidnapping, threats, and a knife wound and descriptions of blood, nudity (top half, not sexual).

Hero woke with a pained groan, keeping their eyes closed as they used to the aches and twinges of pain in their body. But why pain? What had happened? It was all so faint and blurred.

With a hiss, Hero slowly opened their eyes, wincing as the light met their eyes and stung. They groaned again, but what surprised them was that it kept going even when they’d stopped. They strained to look up, and that was when they saw Villain chained to the wall, dangling down by their arms. Hero’s eyes widened. “[V.Villain]?” they croaked, trying to step towards them. It was only then they realised they were tied the same way.

“[V.Villain]?” they tried again, a little louder this time. “Huh,” they mumbled.  “Oh… right… I remember.”

Hero managed to get their feet under them, grimacing with the pain. “[Villain], what happened?” Villain’s eyes snapped open and they glared at Hero. “You really don’t remember your sheer stupidity that got us locked up here?” “Well, if I did, I wouldn’t have asked,” Hero shot back. “And I doubt that I was stupid, more like you were doing something you shouldn’t have been.”

Villain gritted their teeth. “You can’t even remember and still you fucking blame me!” “Yes, yes I do!” Hero retorted. “Now please just tell me.”

Villain grumbled and looked away, “You wouldn’t listen to me. I told you to stand down, and we could have avoided this. I told you it wasn’t safe!” Hero was quiet for a moment, letting some memories drip back into their mind. “You did not make it sound like that at all,” Hero grunted. “I was trying to arrest you, wasn’t I?” “Yes, I was stealing, but then I’d realised it was a set up and you wouldn’t listen to my warnings,” Villain said. They sighed and looked down. “Now we’re here.” Hero bit their lip before they also looked away, “Now we’re here...” they mumbled. “Where… is here?”

“We’re being held here by [Supervillain],” Villain said. “So don’t expect a smooth ride. This isn’t going to end well.” Hero swore under their breath. “What about [Hero’s Sidekick] and [Villain’s Sidekick]?” Villain shrugged. “I’m not getting my hopes up.”

Hero sighed and looked away. They pondered apologising, but they also feared it would sound insincere, forced. Villain didn’t seem to care if the conversation continued or not.

It didn't matter. The door opened with an eerie creak, a cry of  a warning before Supervillain sauntered in.

“Awake at last? Excellent. I thought you two might be growing bored, so I decided we could play a game.” “Untie me so I can beat the shit out of [Hero] and I’ll be entertained enough,” Villain grunted. “What’s going on, [Supervillain]? I don’t recall any beef with you.”

Supervillain revealed a sinister knife. “No, it’s true we have no qualms. I suppose one of us has to start somewhere.” Supervillain pressed the blade against Villain’s shoulder and began to dig in. Hero tensed their jaw, seeing the thin line of blood that slipped down their shoulder. “My  game is perfectly simple. One of you is going to suffer, the other gets to watch. Exciting, right?” “Thrilling,” Villain ground out through gritted teeth. Supervillain smirked and yanked the blade away. “But there’s one last twist. You both get to choose who suffers? The city’s saviour? The scum that crawls in the gutters? Fail to come to a decision, and I will hurt both of you. Who wants the knife?”

“Me,” Hero and Villain said at the same time. Supervillain burst out laughing. “Oh, this is precious.” “[Villain], no. This is my fault, I deserve this. You tried to warn me-” “And you’re the hero, you’re the good person. The city needs you, they don’t need me.” Hero growled. “Since when did you care about the city? Why are you protecting me?” “Because I deserve this- for everything. Now for fuck’s sake, [Supervillain], get to it! Hurt me, make me bleed, make me scream, see how long it takes you to make me give a shit!”

Supervillain swiftly set to work, removing Villain’s shirt and using years worth of skill to draw the best cries and whimpers from Villain’s lips. Blood, like the ribbons of a dancer, glided effortlessly down Villain’s body until it dripped lifelessly on the floor beneath them. Supervillain savoured the sight. Hero closed their eyes, but every time they did, Supervillain hurt Villain more, forcing them to watch, to have no choice to take it all in.

But Hero just couldn’t dangle from their chains and endure this. This wasn’t fair! This was their fault! “Leave them alone!” Hero cried. “Hurt me! Please, just leave them alone, please! Please hurt me instead!” “[H.Hero]... no,” Villain groaned weakly, their head hanging limp against their chest.

Hero gulped but didn’t back down. They were meant to be a hero. They couldn’t let someone else take the blame for their mistake. Supervillain chuckled. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

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Below Zero

Written by: hellsenthero

Bucky X FemReader

After a mission gone wrong Y/N’s left hypothermic and injured. With no jet to get them back to the Avengers Compound safely Bucky works to save his partner, all while hoping he’ll get the chance to tell the girl about his feelings for her.

Warnings/Themes: Angst, fluff. (1.5K Words.)

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It was a coldness that Y/N had never known before. She could barely move, barely speak, barely think. 

“Come on doll, not much farther.” Bucky rasped. Trudging through the snow he carried her, his body giving off a delicate warmth that she curled into. If she had the energy to speak, she’d hassle him about how the hell he stayed warm despite the freezing temperature, but alas, all that came out of her was a muffled groan. “Keep your eyes open.” Bucky commanded. Giving her a sudden jostle her eyes peaked open, looking up onto Bucky’s baby blues that softened as he gazed back down at her. 

The two silently vowed to themselves that the next time they saw Tony, they’d give him a piece of their mind for the fun little mission he sent them on. His words, not theirs. 

It was supposed to be a clean, easy sweep of an abandoned Hydra hideout for any left behind files they could get their hands on. And it was certainly not supposed to blow up the second they entered the five digit pin code to unlock the steel front door. 

They were lucky they were alive, and relatively unharmed. All thanks to Y/N’s quick thinking and the heavy steel door that protected them from most of the blast. Survive a bomb only to be killed by the cold. Just their luck. 

With the building ruined and bits of shrapnel protruding from Y/N’s thigh, the two Avengers were forced back to their jet, only to find the electronics system damaged. Meaning that they were stuck, stranded in the middle of nowhere and the damn door to the jet wouldn’t even close for them to hide away in until help arrived. And with an injured partner and freezing temperatures Bucky immediately made the decision to begin hiking towards a nearby safe house. 

A safehouse that Y/N had no idea about until Bucky told her. She couldn’t even remember where they were exactly, and she didn’t particularly care at the moment. The only thought racing through her mind then was warmth. Warmth, I need warth. Give me warmth. So cold. Too cold. I need warmth. 

“Buck…” Y/N groaned out, an attempt at telling the man how freezing she was. 

“I know.” Bucky soothed. And he did know, he knew just how cold the girl in his arms was, how hypothermia was taking over, how death hung above her, dark and ominous like the grim reaper’s scythe. “We’re almost there.” He told her honestly. Bucky could see it, in the near distance the safehouse appeared as a brown blur through the snow fall. 

Inside he could start a fire, get Y/N warm, use the backup radio’s to call for extraction after his and Y/N’s were ruined and patch up her thigh. Hopefully he could even get some food and water into the girl. He just needed to get to the safe house first. 

“Y/N,” he called, jostling her once more when he realized her eyes had slipped back shut, “Y/N.” Y/N’s eyes remained shut and Bucky cursed to himself knowing that the girl was now in an even greater danger of not waking back up. “Come on doll, stay with me.” 

Racing through the last few yards of snow Bucky finally got into the safehouse. The door opened up into a living room. There was a couch laden with blankets and pillows set before a fireplace and Bucky sighed in relief at the sight of it. He set Y/N down gently on the couch before doing a quick scan around the safehouse, ensuring that the two really were safe. 

“Okay, doll. Time to wake up.” Bucky said once he came back to the couch, content in knowing the property was safe and a new radio in hand. “Bucky Barnes to Avengers Compound.” Bucky said into the radio, praying he remembered the channel Tony had set up properly.Setting down the radio Bucky went to undoing the zipper of Y/N’s coat, taking off the snow covered puffer he threw it to the floor haphazardly before slipping a pillow under her head. His flesh hand came up to her cheek, gently patting her in hopes of waking her up, but it was no use. With a worried grunt he layered the girl with all four blankets before going to start up a warm fire in the fireplace. 

“Bucky, Tony and Steve here, what’s going on?” Steve’s voice cracks through the radio. With the fire now crackling away in the fireplace Bucky picks the radio back up. 

“Steve, Y/N’s down and we’re stranded. I got us to a nearby safe house West of the base but it’s not looking good. We need to be extracted ASAP.”

“We’re searching for your coordinates now.” Steve answers. Bucky breathes a sigh of relief knowing the team will get to them as soon as possible. Setting down the radio he races across the room to the first aid kit hanging from the wall, bringing it back to where Y/N lays on the couch he pulls out the equipment he needs to tend to her thigh. “We found you, leaving now.” Steve radio’s in. “How bad is Y/N?”

“She’s hypothermic, unconscious and has shrapnel protruding from her thigh, so I’d say she’s fucking bad, Steve.” Unable to control his temper Bucky growls into the radio, uncaring about what Steve will say to him on the matter later on. The only thing Bucky cares about now is Y/N and getting her to the compound where she can be treated and safe. Steve’s voice comes through the radio once more but Bucky doesn’t care, instead he begins talking to his partner as he rips open her pant leg, allowing him to treat her thigh. 

“Hey doll, I need you to wake up. Please Y/N, I’m beggin’ here,” with the fire started and cracking away Bucky prays the heat will soon be enough to wake the girl up, “it’s not often that a super soldier begs, doll. Do me a favour and open those pretty eyes for me.”

It takes a while, but as Bucky takes out the last piece of metal from your leg he finally gets a response from you. It’s only a murmur, but it’s like music to Bucky’s ears.

“That’s it doll, wake up. I need you to wake up and show those pretty Y/E/C eyes of yours.” As you slowly peel open your eyes Bucky can’t help but think it’s the best thing he’s ever seen in his long life. “That’s it,” he says gently, with your leg now all bandaged up and cleaned of blood he brings up his flesh hand to your cheek, feeding you as much warmth as he can through the touch, “good girl, keep those eyes open.”

“Bu...Buck…” The girl croaks out. Her hand twitches in an effort to hold onto Bucky as she opens her eyes. The sight of him kneeling over her filling her with a sudden need to press up against the super soldier, a need to feel him against her so she can be assured that this isn’t all a fever dream. “Buck...hold...me.” Speaking is still too difficult for Y/N but her whispered words are heard by the soldier. He wastes no time in getting under the blankets with Y/N as he too has a need to hold onto his partner, a need to be assured that she’s going to be okay, that if her eyes do fall shut once more that they won’t be shut for good. 

“Don’t worry doll, I’m right here. You’re safe.” Bucky murmurs to the girl. Pulling her tightly against his chest he’s careful of her injury as he wraps his arms around her. 

It doesn’t take long for Bucky to realize the buildup of emotion in him. Yes, he already knew long before this mission that he had feelings for Y/N. He already knew that he’d do anything she’d ask of him in a heartbeat and yet the realization of his love for her hadn’t fully hit him. At least, it hadn’t hit him until now, as he holds her in his arms. 

He’s also shocked by the realization that his knack for self-hating thoughts around her is all but gone. For once he’s not thinking, I wish I could have her but I don’t deserve her. Or the other common one, she’s too pure for a monster like me. Instead, his thinking, when we get out of here I’m going to tell her I love her. And if she lets me I’m going to spend the rest of my days showing her why I deserve her and why she deserves me. 

With these thoughts in mind the door to the safehouse opens, the rest of the team bursting in to get their two team members to safety. 

It was safe to say that when Y/N woke up in the infirmary with Bucky sitting at her side, he told her about his feelings for her. 

It was safe to say that with a smile of her own, Y/N admitted her feelings towards him too. 

It was safe to say that together, they proved to each other for the rest of their days why they deserved each other. 

#bucky #Bucky Barnes #James Buchanan Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky fucking barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader fic #bucky x reader fluff #bucky x reader angst #bucky x reader flangst #bucky x avenger!reader #bucky x marvel reader #bucky x female reader #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel reader insert #bucky x reader hypothermia #reader fic #reader fanfiction #readerfic #buckyxreader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barns imagine #bucky bingo

[beansterpie]

For the bingo any or all of the following: Griffith, Charlotte, Jeeves, Lan Xichen, Father Mulcahy

aw thanks for the ask Moth <3, I did all of 'em!! which means this is kinda long so I'll put it under a cut

in order: Griffith

the only reason he didn't get a bingo w/ 'they're deeper than they seem' is because he's already a well written and pretty deliberately nuanced character in canon! but he gets a bingo in my heart :') undoubtedly one of my blorbos. I think his level of screen time (or page space, as it were) works well with the story, but I don't care, I wish there was mooorreee, I esp wish that there were scenes between him and Guts just hanging out during the three year time skip, but alas. I'm basically obsessed with Griffith, the only reason I'm not saying more here is becase then I'll never stop.

Charlotte:

Charlotte is kind of interesting to me, because if we're talking strictly about her in canon, then I don't actually have that much to say. she's fine; I like her because she's a bit of a sweet and naive reprieve from an arc otherwise filled with some angsty drama queens, and she has a narrative purpose that she fulfils, but she's not a very interesting or complicated character. I think more could have been done with her, but not in a way that's distracting, at least during the GA (post-eclipse has me feeling a bit stronger about the wasted potential tho). but in terms of headcanons and stuff I've made up about her for my own purposes, then I'm very fond of her and her hypothetical journey lol.

Jeeves:

this was kind of haarddd because while I like the Jeeves stories, I'm not deeply attached to Jeeves on his own, you know? he's a fun unit when he's concocting shenanigans with Bertie, but we don't ever really see him on his own since the entire series is from Bertie's pov (save for Bertie Changes His Mind ofc). I do wish Jeeves had more screen time especially in the later books, because while I like that their relationship becomes more equal as the series progresses, the story always ends up sending Jeeves away for whatever reason so that Bertie is forced to deal with The Plot on his own for a lot of it. that's pretty fun in it's own right too, but I just want more scenes of Bertie and Jeeves being chummy together lol. ALSO Jeeves definitely pulls some dick moves and fucks Bertie over particularly in earlier stories, which is the reason for the uncommitted 'wow! they are a horrible person' lol. Lan Xichen:

BINGO! haha I love Lan Xichen a lottt, especially the cql version, mainly because that's the adaptation I'm most familiar with (and ngl I am attracted to Liu Haikuan specifically as Lan Xichen lmao, he's just so beautiful god). I really like what a decent person he is, and how deliberately fair and understanding he tries to be, and how despite that-- or maybe because of it-- his story ends up being so tragic. I love his relationships with others, especially with JGY (though I also love his relationship with LWJ & like, the Lan Sect lmao), and how he quite literally goes through heartbreak and enters a deep depression after JGY's death-- like even though JGY's crimes and lies came to light, to me it always felt like what messed him up the most was that JGY had lied to him about it all, and his dismay at everything JGY did wars with his compassion for the things JGY had to deal with. Idk idk, Xiyao makes me crazy lol.

Father Mulcahy:

this one was hard too! Mulcahy is one of my favorite characters in MASH, but my feelings aren't intense enough for most of the bingo squares to like, fit... I just like him because he's nice! He tries his best despite not actually being a medical professional in an active warzone, and his eagerness to help is very endearing. I also like the contradiction of him having long moments of self doubt about his usefulness as a priest at a MASH unit vs his desire for the acknowledgement that he feels he deserves. I like the hints of his impoverished childhood where he was bullied, and got into boxing as a way to defend himself. And while we're at it, I love that he boxes and is probably the most athletic person at the MASH unit lmaooo. Something about a little nerdy priest who could probably punch your lights out but chooses not to, yannow? (also 'why do they look like that' is hearted because he often makes me think of like, bi girls that I went to college with aofiajeogifja)

#marley-manson #bingo ask #thanks for the ask moth #you're the best!

[what-the-witch-stuff]

Landings Through the Grapevine

Chapter 2: Unfulfilled Expectations

Masterpost: here Go to:  Ch.1   |   Ch.2  |

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"I have news for you. One good, one bad" Shane said hours after the dance, when everyone was busy cleaning the place up. "Wait! Help me with that table first...Allright. Shoot". Shane grabbed the other side of the table and together they heaved it off the ground to carry it back to Marnie's farm. The path that led to the narrow bridge which divided the forest clearing from the rest of the village, was not large enough for them to carry the table side by side. So Shane volunteered to walk backwards while Riley gave directions. For a few moments Shane didn't say anything but occasionally looked at something over her shoulder. Then he lowered his voice:

"Ok, so...Mr. Darcy" – that was code for Elliott – "has been mingling with my aunt for almost the entire festival and now they both keep looking over at you".

"What?"

"Don't look! I didn't want to say it earlier, because I wasn't sure. But given how Marnie has been really chatty today, I bet she's playing matchmaker again"

"Oh for fuck's sake! What about Elliott?"

"Don't know, maybe he finally figured out that you don't understand his poems, or something"

"Shane!"

„I'm kidding. Don't act so horrified. Also, it's true!"

„No! It's not."

„Okay. Remember the poem he 'gifted' you at the Feast of the Winter Star? What was that about?"

Riley was preparing to answer him in a know-it-all manner but soon realised that she had actually no idea what to say. She hoped her death glare would shut him up for good. Alas, it didn't.

„You can give me the evil eye all you want. I already cringed to death when he started performing it in front of the goddam tree."

„Maybe a few metaphors and references go over my head sometimes, but that's because I never read much poetry before.

„Or maybe his writing is as inflated as his ego"

„Stop! For Yoba's sake, just tell me what's up with him!

„How should I know?"

„Then why tell me?"

"I thought you would want to know these things"

"Well, what does he look like? Does he look upset or anything?"

"Ehm",– at that Shane peeked back over her shoulder, looking rather pained as he tried to awaken his interpersonal skills: "Well he looks like a schmock, so nothing new there. Maybe that's just his –oh shit!"

"What?!"

"He's coming"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Stop! Jesus, Riley have you never been to highschool? You don't look at people you're talking shit about."

"Ok! ok, act natural !"

"You're the only one acting like a headless chicken", he hissed under his breath.

"Well, maybe I would be calmer if you –"

Shane dropped his side of the table. It came to the ground with a soft thud and Riley almost lost her footing from the sudden yank it caused on her side, forcing them to an immediate stop shortly before the bridge. This interrupted Riley's tirade and in hindsight saved her some embarrassment, as Elliott appeared by her side soon after, brushing a strain of hair behind his ear : "Good day, you two. I am so very sorry I didn't get to chat with you sooner. Can I help you with that?", he asked, having seen them struggle but obviously mistaking the situation at hand. Before Riley could even say anything, Shane intervened again : "Glad that you ask!" he said in an overly friendly manner while stretching theatrically and making a face: "My back is killing me! If you don't mind, I'd rather go see if I can help with something else" and with the blink of an eye, Shane and Elliott had switched places.

"You're welcome!", Shane murmured while brushing past her and he was gone. Meanwhile Elliott was getting into position and testing the table's weight while Riley could do nothing but watch him dumbfounded. When he noticed her staring, Elliot winked: "Shall we then?"

"YES! I mean, sure. Thanks for the help", If Riley's face looked as flushed as it felt right then and there, Elliott was gentleman enough to pretend not to notice. "Please, don't thank me! I should have been more involved with the preparations to begin with. I was just so caught up with my newest draft, that I had forgotten all about the dance until a few days ago. Oh, also, I hope I wasn't interrupting anything between you and Shane?", he added, leaning slightly towards her in mock-conspiracy.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it did look like you've been arguing, before I came over. I hope it was nothing serious"

"Ehm... I was just worried. His, eh... his 'back pain' is quite bad, but he didn't want to bother Harvey during a holiday", Riley lied between her teeth, as they made their way over the narrow bridge.

"Poor fellow, no wonder he seemed rather miffed today. But he danced like a champ!", Elliott stated sympathetically.

"Yes, he knows how much it means to Emily and didn't want to let her down"

"See, I was wondering about that a little. I did expect the two of you to be dancing today"

At that, Riley tripped over nothing, looking at Elliott with such astonishment that she almost forgot to warn him about the slight slope the path would be taking, shortly after the bridge.

"Sorry, who?"

"Well, you and Shane….?"

"Huh?"

Elliott then must have come to some sort of realisation, for it was now his turn to look flushed and embarrassed.

"Oh, Let the greater part of the news thou hearest be the least part of what thou believest." he exclaimed ruefully and smiled at her apologetically: " I should have known better than to make assumptions. I am sorry, Riley. It was something I overheard, please pay no mind to it!"

Riley suppressed the urge to ask him if he had been quoting Shakespeare again, as in 5 times out of 7 she had already been wrong. And by now, she had the nagging suspicion that Elliott chose anything but Shakespeare, just to mess with her. Instead, she stammered: "N-No, it's fine! Shane and I are close, but we are just friends...'', and almost Riley would have given into the temptation of adding something like: '...just as you and Leah, if I am not mistaken?'. But she discarded that idea as soon as it came to her. Too obvious. Though Riley was dying to get her hands on any piece of information about what kind of relationship he and the artist were cultivating, she had to be careful. The last thing she needed was the awkwardness of unrequited feelings or the loss of a friendship because of it. However, remembering Shane's assumption regarding Marnie, she continued : "...Though I do believe Marnie wouldn't mind me as her niece-in-law. But neither Shane or I see that ever happening,". She then laughed. But, following her gut instinct, she kept an eye out for Elliott's reaction, who, still dealing with his own embarrassment, couldn't help but wince slightly.

Bingo.

Shane's words were practically echoing in the back of her mind: I bet she's playing matchmaker again.

– ‘Yes she is and you won't like to find out with whom exactly', Riley thought grimly.

To say this was news to her would be a lie, sadly. Last year it had been just a few questions, if Riley was seeing someone, or if she fancied someone from the village already. Before long, Marnie had gotten more obvious about her actual motivation: "Have you met my nephew, yet? Shane. He is from Zuzu-City too. Oh, I need to introduce you to each other, next time you visit."

But said introduction flopped big-time. It had been difficult. Well, Shane had been. But Riley now knew that this wasn't anything personal. She had involuntarily witnessed his downward spiral until the fateful day at the cliffs, where Shane had finally hit rock bottom. Since then he was getting the help he needed and they could manage having a conversation that wasn't ending in a disaster. Nevertheless, as she and Shane clearly never hit it off, Riley thought that Marnie had moved on and was satisfied with talking her up to some other bachelor instead. Apparently, she had been wrong. "Please, do not believe that I usually engage in petty gossip." Elliott exclaimed and Riley knew, if his hands were free, he would probably underline his words with some dramatic gesture: " This is not why I wanted to talk to you. I would never bother you with such shallow conversation!". They finally reached Marnie's farmhouse and were greeted by Gunther and Clint, who were busy sorting Marnie's belongings back to where they belonged. Soon Elliott and Riley were relieved of their task and hurriedly shooed away. "Riley, you did enough! You've been here all day and surely your farm does not run itself", Gunther called over his shoulder as he and Clint disappeared into the house, leaving Elliott and Riley to themselves. „Well, I don't want to keep you from your duties..." Elliott eventually said rather deflated, after some seconds of them just standing there.

„It's fine! Really. I have time to chat."

„Are you sure? I would hate to inconvenience you", though Riley could easily tell that Elliott was just saying that to stay polite.

„You aren't, believe me. What did you want to talk about originally?"

Elliott immediately straightened his posture, his demeanour getting more relaxed as Riley's question offered him the chance to return their conversation back towards familiar territory.

He suspensefully cleared his throat.

"I wanted to thank you, for you have played a significant role regarding my latest draft. Well, draft is a bit much. It's more of an outline, actually."

"Really?!", Riley could not believe her ears. This was like the beginning of some obscure fever dream, where Elliott would finally announce her as his muse and declare his undying love for her…. Totally hypothetically of course, because Riley would never fantasize about such a corny situation! Ever.

"Yes! For as much as I frequent the library, I just recently noticed the marvellous collection of exhibits you have been providing to the museum. I would've never thought for our tiny valley to be such a place of wonder and history! I must be honest, my latest works were getting nowhere and I dreaded starting a new manuscript. I had gotten quite far with my latest piece. But all these treasures have ignited a new spark within me. Now I can hardly put my pen to rest. But I need more inspiration!". Elliott got more excited the more he talked. It was no longer just polite enthusiasm but an almost childlike delight that made his eyes sparkle in a way she rarely got to see on him.

"Oh that's wonderful! But how can I help you with that?" Riley was getting somewhat confused. If Elliott needed more information on the artifacts, he would be better off talking to Guntehr instead. And following that line of thought, Riley couldn't really fathom what Elliott needed of her, to fuel his newfound inspiration.

"It's about this Adventurer's Guild..."

The answer was: absolutely nothing.

"Oh", Riley tried not to sound or even look unhappy about this revelation and Elliott seemed too fixated on his own issues to notice anything, for he continued talking: "I have seen you standing next to that older gentleman, today. What was his name again?"

"Marlon?"

"Yes! He is the guild's leader, I suppose ?"

"Eh, yes, you could call him that."

"I would like to ask him a few questions. I would love to hear some of his adventures. He looks like a man who has many stories to tell. However, I struggle to get a hold of him!

Surely, I tried asking around. But before today, I didn't even know whose company he keeps. I have never seen him in town either, other than during holidays, which is why I had hoped to talk to him today. But shortly after the dance I lost sight of him and he was gone! I could tear my hair out, Riley! That man is like a ghost. How am I supposed to write about fantastic tales of danger, when I have no authentic experience to write from?!" Elliott had talked himself into such a frenzy, that he ended up being short of breath. While he needed a moment to collect himself, Riley used this pause to talk some sense into him.

"Well, you will be happy to hear that the guild building is actually very easy to find. It's right next to the entrance to the mines.", she informed him, trying to push away the feeling of disappointment. "Office hours are between 2 pm to 10 pm. Normally, entrance is only allowed for adventurers only, but technically you would be considered a potential client. And If you really cannot get in, then Clint, Willy and I see Marlon often enough that we can relay a message to him." "Is that so? Thank you so much, I knew I could count on you! I will seek him out first thing tomorrow!". With that he made his goodbyes and hurried back towards the meadow, presumably to find Leah and share his progress with her. She looked after him until his silhouette disappeared from her sight and with a groan Riley decided that it was indeed time to head back to her farm. The gleeful excitement she had felt at the prospect of being alone with Elliott, had vanished to sober disillusion. She wasn't even in the mood to get worked up over the whole Marnie-situation. Therefore, she decided to no longer think about whatever had transpired today. That would be future-her's issue to deal with. When Riley entered the premises to her own farm, the sight of the seemingly endless plot of land filled her with awe, like it did everytime. Proudly, she watched her cows, chicken and ducks peacefully napping in the sun and listened to the faint rustling of leaves above her head, as she finally made her way towards home.

#stardew valley elliott #stardew elliott #stardew valley #sdv fanfic #sdv farmer #elliott stardew valley #elliott x reader #sdv elliott #original female character #stardew valley farmer #elliot sdv

[jaskiersvalley]

Immortals

A @sugar-and-spice-witcher-bingo fill. Special shout out to @chubbykatsudon for bouncing ideas around.

Prompt: Meet Ugly Title (optional): Immortals Relationships (romantic/platonic/etc):  Geralt/Jaskier Rating:  M (for (not permanent) murder) Content Warnings: Murder attempts of immortal friends for the sake of entertainment. Summary: Sometimes living forever is just boring. There’s nothing to do except literally kill time.

Being an immortal was boring. The middle ages had been especially dull and Vesemir had encouraged them to play knights in shining armour. It had been fun at the time but, on reflection, it was probably just Vesemir trying to get his idiots out of his hair for a bit. Then humanity seemed to decide it had had enough of stagnating and began to invent things. Fun things. Like the toaster. Lambert picked up on of the first models and took it home with glee, presenting it to Eskel.

“New bath water heater,” he said.

All too trusting and happy, Eskel took it, deciding that taking a bath was exactly what he needed to do to relax. From the armchair Vesemir watched him go with a soft sigh and turned back to his knitting. Not half an hour later the lights in the house started flickering and there was a noise from the bathroom while Lambert cackled. As the fuses blew in the house, Vesemir gave Lambert a flat, unamused stare and continued to knit in the dark. Thankfully, Geralt was as dutiful as ever and turned the lights back on while Eskel emerged from the bathroom looking a little frazzled.

“Spicy water,” he announced and shook his head, spraying water from his hair in all directions. While Lambert cackled, Vesemir tutted.

It went on like that, new inventions and new ways to kill each other. Or rather, not kill each other because they just never died. Not even a stilling of the heart and no breathing, only to dramatically come back to life. That would have been fun at least. Alas, they just endured whatever time threw at them with as much or as little grace as they had.

It was rare to find someone like them but rumour had it that there was another. And he was having a grand old time with the modern phenomenon of global fame. Jaskier was irritating(ly pretty) if anyone asked Geralt. But nobody really wanted or needed his opinion so he stayed quiet. Another immortal friend was always a nice idea so they went to his concerts, listened to his music and reached out to get to know him. Their first meeting was looming, they’d been exchanging messages, chatting but not actually met in the flesh. Still, they all wanted to make a good impression so there was a lot of preparation going on to look their best.

“What’s that?” Geralt asked as Lambert and Eskel were leaning over a new contraption.

“It’s a new tanning device,” Eskel declared, pushing the microwave towards him. “You’re so pale, we figured you’d want to look a little more healthy when meeting Jaskier.”

Lambert’s smile held nothing but cheerful malice. “I accidentally broke it a bit. What you have to do is plug it in, put your head in the machine and push with a fork on the latch. Set the timer to how long you want to be in there toasting for.”

Suspicious but not knowing any better, Geralt did as told. Behind him the other two were snickering, probably because it was such a stupid machine. All it did was hum and whirr noisily while forcing Geralt into a strange position, bent over the kitchen counter with his head in the opening. Once the machine dinged, he pulled out and looked at the other two.

“Well?” There was no change and Geralt grumbled. “Useless machine. At least it hums more in tune that Jaskier.”

With that, he wandered off, feeling quite warm but otherwise no different to usual.

“At least he looked like an idiot,” Eskel sighed. “That will have to be consolation enough.”

For a first meeting, they had grand plans. It had been a while since they pranked Vesemir so the idea was slowly blossoming. To make sure Jaskier was the kind of person they’d want to maintain a friendship with (no matter how pretty he was), they decided to rope him into it too. It was a very simple plan involving some nuts, a revolving door and an umbrella. As long as Jaskier brought the umbrella and played along, they were going to be golden.

The big meeting was approaching. Vesemir had asked his idiots to be on best behaviour and extracted false promises from them. They were to meet in a bar with private booths, able to get to know each other in a neutral but not public setting. After all, wherever Jaskier went, he got mobbed by fans.

As they walked into the booth, Lambert grinned at the sight of the umbrella. This was going to be perfect. Filing in, they sat on the semi-circle of the bench. Geralt got ushered in next to Jaskier followed quickly by Lambert and Eskel. It left Vesemir on Jaskier’s other side which was just fine. Perfect even for the greatest prank. There was a bowl of peanuts on the table and, as introductions were being made (with Geralt being impressively lacking on the verboseness, too struck down by how much better Jaskier looked in real life), Vesemir munched away on a couple.

All chatter came to a sudden stop and Eskel swung his legs off Lambert’s lap when Vesemir choked on a peanut. That wasn’t part of the plan. The coughing wouldn’t stop and then the hand waving started so Jaskier thumped him on the back to no avail. Rather dramatically, Vesemir tried to get up and collapsed.

Lambert brayed with laughter. “How fucking undignified.”

They waited for Vesemir to pick himself up. Or even move. The longer he was on the floor unmoving, the more awkward the silence got.

“Get up old man,” Lambert huffed.

Eskel tried to be a bit more gentle. “Vesemir?”

There was no response. Eskel made a move to get up but Jaskier beat him to it, crouching by Vesemir. A hand on his pulse then a listen to his chest. Slowly, Jaskier looked up at the three.

“He’s dead.”

“He can’t be,” Geralt replied hoarsely. “We don’t die.”

“No pulse. No breathing. No response.” Jaskier gave Vesemir an experimental poke in the cheek. “Seems pretty dead to me.”

Eskel’s quiet “oh shit” was the start of the panicked rushing to Vesemir’s side and trying to rouse him. There were three very panicked adopted sons around him while Jaskier took a step back and watched.

“This can’t be!” Lambert’s protests were weak. “He can’t be dead.”

His eyes were tearing up a little as Eskel pulled Vesemir up and cradled the limp body against his chest. “Please wake up?”

Jaskier couldn’t help but think they were like children. However, Geralt sat back and he peered at Vesemir’s face.

“Um. Do the dead smile?”

That was all it took and Vesemir burst out into a roaring laugh doubled over. Each time he looked up, he started laughing again and Jaskier snickered along too.

“What?” Geralt looked dumbfounded.

It was Eskel who pursed his lips and looked between Jaskier and Vesemir. “I think we’ve been had. And we have a traitor in our midst.”

In two short steps Geralt had Jaskier pinned against the wall. “You two faced scoundrel. I bite my thumb at you!”

Delighted, Jaskier just grinned as Geralt carried on. “Damn you. Go out with me.”

Lambert wolf-whistled as Jaskier leaned in to kiss Geralt into silence.

“Welcome to the family.”

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #lambert #eskel #vesemir #immortals au #sugar and spice bingo #tldr: being an immortal is boring

[jaskierswolf]

Stolen Kisses

Prompt: Watching them Sleep Relationships:  Jaskier/Aiden - Background Jaskier/Lambert and Lambert/Aiden Rating: M Content Warnings: sexual references but nothing explicit. Summary: A Robin Hood AU starring Jaskier as Robin and Aiden as Guy of Gisborne. Jaskier sneaks into the castle determined to pay Aiden pay, it doesn’t go as planned. 

For @witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo​

Thanks to @kuripon​ for Beta-ing and to @officerjennie​ for sending in the prompt to remind me that I wanted to do this AU.

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Jaskier laughed as he ran through the woods, the trees a blur as he scrambled over the leaves and twigs that were covering the ground. Valdo cursed as an arrow came flying at their heads, barely managing to duck in time. The thief stumbled and fell to the ground in a flurry of leaves.

“Come on!” Essi yelled as she dragged Valdo to his feet and then carried on their escape.

It was thrilling, the wind in his air, catching in his cloak so it flew out behind him. Jaskier darted back and forth, right and left, never keeping a straight path, diving behind the trees as he led the Sheriff’s men in a merry chase around the woods. They had no hope of catching the band of thieves. Sherwood Forest was their home and Jaskier’s gang was highly skilled at evading the soldiers. They were even better at relieving them of their purses.

Geralt, Lambert and Eskel would be waiting at the edge of their den, ready to ambush the soldiers if they didn’t manage to escape them in time but Jaskier was leading them in a little circle around the woods, jumping over fallen trees and hiding in nooks and crevices on the forest floor. He glanced around as he ran, his hood falling from his head as he turned. Priscilla had melted into thin air, and Essi and Valdo could just be seen scrambling up a tree out of sight of the inexperienced soldiers.

The bastards were too focused on Jaskier.

“Bloody Sheriff,” Jaskier grumbled. He’d once been Julian Alfred Pankratz, Lord of Lettenhove, but he’d come home from the war to find that the Sheriff had declared he was an outlaw. It had been completely ridiculous, the blasted Prince was poisoning the country and so, Jaskier had been born. A fugitive, running from the law.

Aiden of Dyn Marv was a thorn in Jaskier’s side. He was the Sheriff’s right hand man and so completely focused on taking Jaskier down. The man could hold a grudge better than anyone, just because Jaskier had slept with Lambert and pulled the man to his side…

Well, Jaskier could hardly be blamed.

“Oh fuck,” Jaskier muttered as another arrow narrowly missed his head. His legs were beginning to burn and he still had at least two soldiers on his tail. Grimacing, he pulled his bow from his back. Contrary to common belief, Jaskier didn’t enjoy killing Aiden’s men. There had been enough killing in the war and these men were just trying to make a living, but alas he could not let them find their camp.

He spun around, expertly sliding an arrow into the nock of the bow. He pulled back in one swift movement, the string brushing against his cheek, and then he let go. The arrow soared through the air and easily met its target. The nameless man fell to the ground and Jaskier had already taken aim at the second soldier.

“I’m so sorry,” he muttered and released the string.

And then he was alone in the woods.

He sighed, running his gloved hand across his forehead before running back to the camp. The others were already in their den, hidden away by a clever contraption that Lambert had helped to build. Aiden’s coin was covering the table as they counted their loot.

Jaskier winked at Lambert as he flopped into his hammock. “How did we do, gang?”

“Enough to cover the taxes of Lettenhove and the surrounding villages for a couple of weeks. We might even be able to eat this week,” Eskel hummed, tossing a coin in Jaskier’s direction.

Jaskier caught in and flipped it round in his fingers. “That’s not enough.”

“Jask,” Lambert groaned. “We can’t keep going after Aiden. He’ll punish Lettenhove and you know it.”

Jaskier scoffed. “You’re soft on the man.”

“There’s good in him.”

The rest of the camp fell silent. No one questioned Lambert’s loyalty to their gang, he’d made it very clear when he’d left Aiden that there would be no second chances there, but Lambert was still fond of him, in his own way. It never failed to cause a rift between Lambert and Jaskier. They both adored each other but there was an Aiden shaped gap between them that they never managed to cross.

And that only served to enrage Jaskier more. Aiden had taken everything from him. So he would pay, be it in gold or with his life.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Jaskier muttered darkly, his joyful mood from the chase soured. He wanted nothing more than to slip back into the castle and finally end the man that had brought him so much pain. “I’m going out. I’ll be back by the morning.”

He jumped from his hammock and gathered a handful of arrows for his quiver, replenishing what he’d lost on the raid. On the way out he also made sure to pick up his dagger, sliding it into the holster on his thigh. Blood would be spilled tonight. Just as he reached the edge of the camp he felt the cold kiss of steel against his throat.

“Lamb, please,” he sighed, not bothering to turn. “Let me go.”

“You will not kill him, Jask. If you do that then you’re no better than him,” Lambert growled, looking every bit as menacing as he had the day he’d left Aiden behind at the castle. “I will leave.”

“I said let me go,” Jaskier hissed, “and I will promise not to hurt your lover boy.”

Lambert scoffed. “You’re a real bastard sometimes, Jask.”

Jaskier grinned, gently pushing the blade away from his throat. He popped his hood up and winked at Lambert. “Says you, darling.”

“Be safe, or I will bring your dead corpse back to life just to kill you again.”

Jaskier rolled his eyes and brushed his lips against Lambert’s cheeks. “You say the sweetest things, dear heart.”

“I’m not kidding, Jaskier.”

They stared at each other for a few seconds, Jaskier trying to memorise Lambert’s face just in case his mission went wrong. Eventually he cupped Lambert’s cheek and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss.

“Don’t get into trouble whilst I’m gone.”

And with that, Jaskier sprang from the camp and headed back towards Nottingham, the very place he had only just escaped from. He adjusted his bow on his back and sighed, looking at the sky. He would wait until nightfall before slipping into the castle. That would give him some time to distribute the coin from the purse he still had tucked away. There was no point in risking his hard-stolen gold, it would be pointless if it were to fall back into the hands of Aiden and the Sheriff. The villagers were grateful for the coin, they always were, even if there was always some arsehole that threatened to turn Jaskier in, but in the end, gold won. 

Jaskier was hiding in the shadows, drifting around the perimeter of the castle walls, by the time the sun had set. He was aiming to slip into Aiden’s chambers unnoticed, eliminating the possibility of unnecessary bloodshed, but it wouldn’t be easy. The guards would know him on sight and he had to be patient.

Patience was not his forte.

He took the dagger from its holster and flipped it a few times in his hands. He caught the blade easily and the rhythmic thud of the hilt in his palm eased his nerves. When he was bored of that he took an arrow from his quiver and inspected his handiwork. They were flawless, of course, but he still liked to check. He took out each one, feeling the brush of the fletching between his fingers. When he ran out of arrows he decided it was late enough and glanced up at the wall above him. There were no signs of the guards, and Jaskier grinned. He pulled a rope from around his waist and attached it firmly to an arrow. Taking aim he released the arrow from the string and it lodged firmly into the brickwork at the top of the wall, just like he hoped it would. Jaskier tugged the end of the rope before starting his ascent into the castle.

The shadows of the castle were a thief’s best friend and Jaskier managed to navigate his way around the castle like a lioness stalking her prey. The thrill of being caught was addictive and he felt like he was on a high the entire time. Geralt would have chided him for being reckless but Geralt wasn’t here right now, none of his merry band of thieves were. It was just Jaskier and Aiden.

The final battle.

Aiden’s chambers were extravagant and familiar. Jaskier’s own bedroom at Lettenhove hadn’t been too dissimilar before he’d been torn from his home. He padded around the room, his curiosity taken over caution and he inspected the knickknacks and furniture, getting to know the man whose life he would soon take.

The bastard was lying on his bed, sound asleep and snoring. Long brown hair fell over his face in a mess, and in the moonlight, Jaskier could see the thin pale scar that ran down his cheek; Jaskier’s handiwork from one of their first scuffles. The usual black leather had been replaced by a black chemise that barely covered the man’s torso. The fabric was rucked up on one side, revealing toned muscles nicely covered in a layer of fat. He was strong. Jaskier swallowed, not knowing where to look. He’d known Aiden was attractive but seeing him like this, so peaceful, so… so handsome.

Jaskier’s hand faltered as he reached for his dagger. It should have been easy. This man was his sworn enemy and Jaskier would never have an opportunity like this again, but Aiden was defenceless, drooling onto his pillow and mumbling in his sleep. There was no difference between this man and the good people that Jaskier had left in the woods.

Jaskier hissed, turning around in a rage, knocking his hood from off his head so he could tug at his hair. “Come on, Jask,” he whispered, decisively pulling the dagger from its sheath and pointing it at the sleeping man.

“There’s good in him,” Lambert’s voice echoed in his end, unable to forget the pleading golden eyes that begged him not to kill this bastard man.

Aiden grumbled and rolled over, hugging his pillow. It was fucking adorable and Jaskier was furious. One job, he’d had one job…

And yet he’d always fallen in love oh so easily. He flitted between lovers like a hummingbird, dandelion seeds floating on the wind. Each of the gang had fallen into Jaskier’s bed at one point or another and no one begrudged him that. It was just who he was… but he’d never imagined he would be attracted to this monster.

They sparred with both swords and words, never getting the better of one another, equally matched and yet on complete opposite sides and Jaskier truly hated him, but was hate really so different from love?

“Fuck!” he whispered through gritted teeth. “You fucking bastard.”

Jaskier launched onto the bed, holding the dagger at Aiden’s throat and straddling the man’s hips. One movement, that’s all it would take, the guards wouldn’t know anything until morning and Jaskier would be long gone. Aiden’s eyes snapped open, a startling green glittering in the silver moonlight. Aiden opened his mouth to yell out but Jaskier was faster, pressing his free hand across Aiden��s lips to muffle his cries. They fought in the bed as Aiden tried to scramble for his own weapon but it was no use, he was pinned down under Jaskier’s hands.

Kill him.

Jaskier still wasn’t sure why he was hesitating or why there was suddenly an all too familiar prickle of heat over his skin, pooling in his core. The breath was still in his enemy’s lungs and Jaskier was weak. He yelped as Aiden bit his hand, pulling back and barely managing to pin Aiden’s hands again before he could reach for his dagger.

“Just get it over with,” Aiden spat, his eyes still burning with rage and determination even at the brink of death.

And Jaskier couldn’t do it.

He shook his head. “Not like this. It’s cowardly.”

Aiden laughed, “You’re even more of an idiot than I thought, Hood.”

“Perhaps,” Jaskier shrugged, releasing Aiden from his grip and the bastard didn’t immediately try to kill him. “But then again, I’m also still alive. Why is that, I wonder?” he cocked his head, chewing at his bottom lip.

Aiden glared up at him, his gaze flicking between Jaskier’s eyes and lips. So, Jaskier wasn’t the only one affected by their sudden proximity. The tension seemed to crackle between them. The room was still dark and neither of them were making any move towards their blades, so Jaskier rolled his hips forward tentatively, never breaking eye contact. Aiden groaned underneath him.

“You bastard,” he hissed.

“Truce?” Jaskier suggested, letting his hands run down Aiden’s chest. “For one night only?”

“Only if you kiss me,” Aiden purred, his voice dropping to a low timbre that made Jaskier shiver in anticipation.

He smirked. “Oh, with pleasure.”

#the witcher #jaskier/aiden #jaskier pankratz #aiden the witcher #robin hood au #wolfie's witcher writing

[imakemywings]

VIVIENNE FOR THE CHARACTER BINGO MEME PLS

Vivienne my beloved ;A; Possibly my favorite character in the Dragon Age series. She's just so cool and complicated I love her so much.

She gets fucked by fans though and it's so exhausting because it goes beyond people just not liking her into people bragging about how much they hate her or their inquisitor hates her/doesn't get along with her and it's impossible to go into her tag without seeing people's shitty takes on her.

I've said this before and so have others, but Vivienne is someone who cares, deeply. If you actually listen to what she says, she expresses concern about the safety of mages, about the fate of mages who opposed the war, about the templars being out of control, about the fate of the residents of Haven during Corypheus' attack, about the Tranquil. Vivienne is someone who walks a more careful line than others because she wants to avoid unnecessary bloodshed and come out with as few casualties as possible. Even at times when she comes off coldly practical, the signs that she does care are there. The fact that she joined the Inquisition at all proves that--she could have easily tried to wait things out in Orlais, or taken the chance to try to maneuver herself into a higher position among the mages of the Circle, but instead she left to do what she could to fix Thedas.

Vivienne is someone who's had to be practical to survive, and a big part of that is appearing not to care too much about anything, which would create a weakness for anyone trying to take her down. This is why her feelings for Bastien are particularly significant, and that she more or less implies they fell in love at first sight. She often talks around the edges of this topic, but you can easily see how much he meant to her and how devastated she is by his death. Part of the reason she joined the Inquisition was in the hope she could discover a way to save him.

And she is so smart. Dorian and Solas get credit for being mage nerds, but Vivienne tries to invent a youth potion to save Bastien. She's witty and political and has the best healing spell of the entire cast--the only one with a full party rez. Vivienne is incredibly smart and savvy and it's amazing.

She's also incredibly courageous. Some of your companions join the Inquisition because they don't really have a lot to lose (Sera, Cole) or because they have a vested personal interest in the outcome and the political machinations of the Inquisition (Solas, Iron Bull) but Vivienne is one of those who joins because it seems like the right thing to do. She abandons the life she spent decades crafting to join up with the (at the time) heretical Inquisition facing an unknown threat of massive scale because she believed in the Inquisition's cause. I think the fact that she specializes in being a knight-enchanter--someone who would be on the front lines of the Orlesian army if called to fight--testifies to Vivienne's courage even before the Inquisition came to town. (And if her connections to the Inquisition later prove to help her politically--well, that’s just two birds, one stone, isn’t it?)

I would love to marry Vivienne but alas I'm not nearly impressive enough to manage it </3

Also I have to say again how much I love your Vivienne fic <3 You're one of like 3 people I would say get Vivienne's character and I appreciate that

#meme reply #asks #I love her ok