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galoogamelady · 8 months
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verybadatwriting · 1 year
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The Healer 3
Teen!ReaderxAvengers
Summary: Y/n helps heal the Rift caused by the Sokovia Accords.
Warnings: Injuries, medical stuff (no needles)
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Gn!reader
Word count: 726
Two weeks after you got to the Tower, after you had gotten a hold of the rhythm, you learned most people’s names, and you learned more about the Cap Vs. Tony rift. Today you were hanging out in the living room People Watching. 
It was interesting to observe how people went about their daily life. Even though you knew the Avengers probably weren’t the most normal sample, it was still fascinating. Today you fixated on one guy. He walked with leg braces and seemed bitter towards Steve’s side of the team.
He sat with his back towards you, watching the news. From here you could see the problem was in his spine. The injury glowed gold, as all do. Focusing even more you could make out exactly what the problem was. You closed your eyes and focused on this sixth ‘injury’ sense you had.
Floating in your mind’s eye, you could see the problem in detail. It seemed like some blunt-force trauma had nearly completely crushed the spine, and thus the connections to the legs. It would take about three hours for you to completely fix. For him, it would never heal.
Further investigation led to the realization that he was probably in a lot of pain. Despite still having his legs attached, he was suffering from phantom limb pain. That, along with the stress of relying on his upper body was a life of pain.
“Y/n?” A voice asked. You opened your eyes. The man was still in his chair. 
“Yeah?” You asked,
“Could you grab the remote?”
“Sure.” You hopped up and brought it to him. He switched the channel to some cop drama.
“Okay,” You said during a commercial break, “This is gonna sound a little weird, but please bear with me.”
He nodded, slightly unsure.
“So, has Stark explained my powers?” 
“Not in great detail, why do you ask?”
“Uh…” You hesitated and then quickly replied. “Because I think I can heal you. Also what’s your name?” A moment of shocked silence.
“I thought… Huh. It’s James Rhodes. Are you sure? I’ve had this since over a year ago, it’s not the type of thing that heals. Doesn’t it just transfer to you?” 
“I’ve healed way older stuff than that, it’ll be fine.” You bluffed.
“That would just shift being paralyzed to you.”
“Nope. I can fix almost anything. I once dragged a guy off of death’s doorstep.”
“When would you do it?”
“I was thinking we could head down to the Med Bay right now, unless you have other plans.” And so you two walked to the Med Bay. You wanted to be there so you could update Dr. Cho on his condition, and so that she’d be there in case you needed pain meds or something similar. Also, she’d never seen your powers in action before and was very interested.
She hooked both of you up to machines that monitored seemingly everything. Rhodes laid face down on a medical examination table, and you sat in a raised chair beside him. Slowly you set your hands on his lower back, and you both felt a warm sensation as the injury was lifted from one body and flowed into another. 
“Describe the feeling.” Dr. Cho said, watching the screens, the charts, you and Rhodes all at the same time.
“It’s warm.” Rhodes said.
“Like a glow.” You added.
“It’s like a weight was lifted off my shoulders.” 
"Keep talking." She prompted.
“I can’t feel anything waist-down.” You laughed, “This is up there for one of the weirdest sensations out there. It’s not even tingly like pins and needles. I can feel my spine already repairing itself. Only about two hours and fifty-eight minutes left!” You said cheerfully.
“It’s one of the most amazing things I’ve ever felt.” He paused, and clarified, “Feeling after not feeling for so long is weird.”
“Can you sit up, James?” Dr. Cho asked.
“I think so.” And sure enough, he sat up. Dr. Cho looked on in amazement.
“This is a truly wonderful gift, Y/n.” She said.
“Mhmm.” You hummed, in a considerable amount of pain.
 During hour one you regained some feeling in your legs. 
In hour two the pain faded.
Half an hour after that you could stand in place.
The third hour was devoted to re-learning how to walk.
Hour four was spent planning how to best surprise Tony.
Part 2, Part 4
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beevean · 7 months
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Castlevania: Harmony of Dissonance
Successor of Fate (Variation)
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midnightmah07 · 4 months
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A wishing well ✨
Peering down into the still waters of the well, Poppy pulled out a penny. Small doves had gathered around the well which didn't seem to be out of the ordinary since she was in a forest.
Maybe it was the shinning penny that caught their eye, or they were maybe simply thirsty.
Nonetheless it didn't matter, carefully reaching out a small finger she pet one beside her. Animals always did seem comfortable around her so she had no problem interacting with usually timid ones in nature.
"wanna know a little secret? "
One dove of the bunch cooed in response to which she chuckled.
"They say that this is a real wishing well! Normally I heard that a princess once told her wish to this well. She wished for true love and the wish was fulfilled in seconds! "
Taking out of her excitement, she felt one of the doves nudging her.
"that is the way she did it. But I believe all you need to do is cause the water to ripple. Besides, my wish won't come true if I tell you. I'm suppose to keep it to myself so I don't jinx it."
Simply putting A finger against her lips, Poppy made a shushing sound and she flipped the coin into the well. Watching the water ripple in response.
A few seconds later a voice called out, familiar lavendar hair coming into view.
Taking his hand in hers, he began dragging her along.
"Come on! We don't get to hang often now that we are at seperate schools. "
Poppy simply smiled, letting Epel drag her wherever he wanted.
Maybe her wish would come true, not that you can know of it ;).
THAT'S SO CUTE AWW I LOVE THAT???? HOLDS THEM GENTLY KISSES THEIR FOREHEADS TUCKS THEM IN BED ALL WARM AND COZY...... THEY'RE SO ADORABLE THEY DESERVE THE WORLD
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ingenio-academy-if · 2 years
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[ MASSAGE ] sender rubs receiver’s back
Me love spoiling ROs with a massage
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This was a close one between Evander and Kane!
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Your hands glide over Evander's sore muscles, squeezing and smoothing out the muscle's on his shoulder and neck. He hisses in pain but doesn't move.
Your fingers are getting sore so you pull your hands back, stretching yoir hands above your head. "We're done" you announce and groan, you hadn't realized how long you had held the bad posture while massaging your boyfriend.
Evander hums and stretches as well, shaking his head a few times. "Fuck, who knew sitting over a laptop for hours was bad for your back."
With a small chuckle you lean forward, pressing a gentle kiss on his bare shoulder. "I'll take care of you" you announce, Evander turns to look at you, an unsaid emotion in his eyes.
"I know. Thank you, Mc" when his lips touch yours, you melt into his embrace.
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lovevalley45 · 1 year
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wrote smth with one of my OCs for international ace day n i lowkey wanna post it but like... would anyone read it?
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meownotgood · 2 years
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MY NEXT AKI FIC IS DONEEEEEEEE GRAAAHHHHHH
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sukunasteeth · 13 days
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Sukuna has never said no to you.
It didn’t matter what the request was, simple or complicated, easy to fix or a days-long job, Sukuna was always at your side, completing the task as fast as he needed to to keep you satisfied. He would love to deny it, you’re sure, but evidence proves time and time again that he puts your needs and wants at the top of his priority list. 
And you were curious how far you could go with it.
The two of you are sitting in your underwear at the breakfast nook, warming yourselves in the bay window while the morning sun starts on the leftover night time chill. It wasn't quite time for breakfast, still too early for the both of you. In the meantime, you sip on your morning brews, preserving the comfortable silence. Sukuna is flipping through the day's newspaper, his eyes are groggy with sleep and he hasn't said more than a handful of words to you yet. He wasn't a morning person.
You were starting to change that.
"Kuna," You call to him, nudging him with your foot from your corner of the window bench.
"Hmm?" He doesn't look up from the paper, but his hand reaches down and grabs your foot, pulling it into his lap. His thumbs start to subconsciously knead at your muscles.
"I want these." You hold up your phone, which you had previously been scrolling through in an attempt to find something ridiculous for this exact moment. You were sure you had found it, something even Sukuna would find unnecessary. 
And yet, he merely glances at your screen, takes in the sight for all of two seconds, and then returns his attention to whatever news article he was in the middle of.
"My wallet's on the counter." He clears the sleep from his throat not sparing a second look. 
You blink at him in surprise.
"D-Did you even see what it is?" You flip your phone around to make sure you were displaying the correct thing. 
Sukuna is frowning before he looks up again, curious at your persistence. He gently cups your hand, bringing it only a minuscule amount closer to examine your screen a second time. 
You were on one of the most luxurious brand’s websites, showing him an incredibly regular pair of panties, no straps, no details, all black- with one of the most outrageous price tags you had ever seen for something so ordinary. 
Sukuna cocks a brow at you over your phone, "Can't imagine you need more panties when you're constantly stealing my boxers. But whatever, hand it over. I know my card number-"
"Kuna," You interrupt him with a surprised laugh, holding fast to your phone when he tries to pluck it out of your hands, "they're a thousand dollars."
He glances back, his eyes focusing lower on the screen where you know the price tag to be. The newspaper in his hands drops down, momentarily forgotten by what he sees. For a moment, you think you've found his limit.
"Wait, are those red one's assless?" He points just below the price, where the recommended products are depicted. "Get those too."
You drop the phone down so that he meets your eyes, which are wide with shock.
Sukuna always took care of you. Always insisted on being the provider of any single thing that you may need; a warm meal, a soft bed, anything your eyes twinkled at that was available for purchase- even if you would never think of buying or owning it. Granted, you never wanted much in terms of material possessions, so you didn't realize the true extent of Sukuna's leniency until now.
It was slightly intimidating, and part of it felt wrong. Sukuna had money, plenty of it, but that didn’t mean he should feel the need to spend copious amounts of it on you just because you could ask him to. He was giving you too much power, it felt like.
You huff through your nose, frowning at him, which only has him tilting his head further to the side in question.
You ignore it, setting your phone onto the window seat and crawling your way closer to him, until you can gather up his face in your hands and lock his gaze into yours.
He glares at you past smushed cheeks, but doesn't make a move to break free of your hold, humoring you. "The hell are you doing-"
"You know you don't always have to say yes to me?"
Now that has him taken aback. His mouth automatically opens for a witty response, but your question seems to have effectively taken the words from his mouth. You can see the cogs in his head turning, and what you wouldn't give to peer inside his mind and hear his thoughts.
It takes him a moment, but eventually that familiar confident smile stretches across his sleepy face. His hands seem to instinctively slide their way up your bare legs until his fingers grip your hip bones, pressing into you. 
He hums, "When have you ever said no to me?"
You scoff, ready to give him a prime example, but end up coming up short. The two of you loved to tease each other with disobedience, but in the end you were eager to give Sukuna anything his heart desired. You loved to please him, it was one of your favorite things to do, in fact.
"You never ask anything ridiculous of me." You remind him, smiling as one of his warm hands slides back down your waist and dips into the pair of his boxers you were sporting that day. 
"You know what's ridiculous?” His voice wraps around your throat, and suddenly has you swallowing past the delicious grip. You're folding into him before you even realize it, at the mercy of his calloused hands. "The implication that I wouldn't do just about anything for you."
You can't help but sigh hopelessly, although it comes out as a desperate noise that pleads him for more. You really were all his, just like he loved to tell you.
"Now hand me your phone." It's a whisper, coaxing you. "I wanna see you in red."
You can’t say no. 
At least it was mutual.
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sunsetsimon · 1 month
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more random simon headcanons <3
☼ his favorite colors are black, blue, and grey. his personal style is very plain, black hoodies, white tee's, and black sweatpants are his go to. simon doesn't want to stand out any more than he already does with his large frame, so he opts for comfort over style.
☼ simon is very helpful around the house, constantly tidying up and fixing anything with a problem. he has no issue doing the dishes or folding the laundry, but for some reason he hates sweeping and mopping? you don't get it, it's not an intense or demanding chore, but simon claims that "it's too boring" and he'd rather trade something else with you. it becomes an agreement for him to do most things in the room, and then you come in after to finish with a quick sweep and mop.
☼ he's extremely low maintenance. he always buys the cheapest products he sees, opting for a basic body wash and 2 in 1 shampoo/conditioner. when you first started dating, he didn't even own a proper face wash, using the bar of soap from his shower. simon isn't the type to have a whole routine, but he does pay more attention to the things he purchases so he can impress you with a new scented body wash or a moisturizer you'd mentioned.
one of his favorite gifts to ever receive from you is a bottle of cologne, loving the way you're drawn to him every time he gives himself a spritz. now every christmas he asks you to get him a new one that you'd like him to wear!
☼ cannot handle spice for the life of him. we all know that foods in the UK are usually seasoned with just salt and pepper, and not commonly spicy, so he's sensitive to it. something you may consider mild will have him breaking into a sweat and chugging down a bottle of water to ease some of the burn. his cheeks get flushed red and he just shakes his head in pain, reminding himself to never trust you when you say "oh it's not that spicy!" ever again.
☼ he has the lowest screen time, averaging about 20-30 minutes a day, and that time is spent either texting/calling you, taking photos of you, looking through photos of you, or making lists for you. the only extra app he has downloaded is goodreads, and even then you were the one that downloaded it and created his account. his passcode is set as your birthday too of course.
he's a little obsessed.
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xxsabitoxx · 3 months
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Yuta is sick of you getting injured, so he decides to take matters into his own hands…
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Yuta, fucking you with the intent of getting you pregnant so you have to stop being a sorcerer for a long while. All because he can’t stand to see you keep getting injured because of your strenuous curse technique.
Yuta who has you nearly bent in half, hands gripping the back of your knees with such ferocity that you’re sure there will be nail indents left behind.
Yuta who has your knees nearly touching your chest, his full body weight on top of you as his hips piston in and out of your sopping cunt.
Yuta who is babbling nearly incoherently about how this will keep you safe, that you’ll be such a good mommy, that you’ll never have to worry about getting injured ever again.
Yuta, who only whimpers in return when you babble the same sort of nonsense, begging him to make you a mommy.
Yuta, who’s coming inside of you in record time, not daring to pull out after and not even thinking about setting your legs down. Mumbling about how he needs to make sure all of it stays inside.
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grey-sides · 3 months
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On a Monday morning, Steve's dad frowns at his paper and throws Steve a sidelong glance. On the entertainment page is a black and white photo of Bruce Springsteen kissing Clarence Clemons.
Steve swallows his toast and shifts in his seat. But his father doesn't say a thing and Steve doesn't know where to begin. He's not asked to get rid of his Springsteen tapes. But he does find the paper later, tossed on the pile to go in the trash and clips out the picture.
It's not the first time he's seen this exact scenario with Bruce Springsteen. But it is the first time in a long time he's been interested in doing it himself.
He tucks the paper clipping away in a book under his bed. And he thinks about the cash he has saved up and how much longer Robin has to be in school for.
On a Friday evening, he fixes his hair and kisses his mom's cheek on his way out the door. The newspaper clipping under his bed is delicately frayed already, the thin paper worn thinner by his eager fingers.
He picks Robin up, waves to her mom and drives them just outside of town. Eddie's van is already there, quiet and dark because he and his band are already inside.
On a Friday night, Steve tucks into a beer and looks up at the stage. He smiles despite himself and thinks of Bruce and Clarence when Eddie and Jeff lean into the microphone together.
His palms sweat and he presses them to his bottle. The edges of the label are peeling like the newspaper clipping. He taps his toe to the music and smiles wider when a woman takes Robin by the hand to show her how to rock out.
On an early Saturday morning, so early Steve would call it late, he helps Eddie put the instruments away in the back of the van. He watches as Eddie stacks each piece carefully and curses when a cymbal crashes against an amp.
And he thinks about his newspaper and the judgement in his dad's eyes. He twirls his keyring around his finger and thinks of another life where he kept up with his piano lessons instead of baseball.
On an early Saturday morning, Steve closes the van doors just enough to block people from seeing them and he pulls Eddie close. And he wonders what it would be like to do on a stage.
And Eddie is not Clarence Clemons and he is not Bruce Springsteen. But his heart still races and his palms still sweat, and he knows he could bellow out of his lungs with joy if he was standing in front of a crowd.
And later still on that early Saturday morning, Steve feels the calluses of Eddie's guitar worn fingers on his cheek. And he listens to his halfway to hoarse voice tell a story. And he tastes cheap beer and song lyrics on his lips. And he thinks next Saturday, he might join Robin dancing in the dark of the bar.
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oobbbear · 2 months
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Short film
The core of anger is deep sadness
Design sheets
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martiniluvr · 1 month
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18+ minors dni
2 for 1 post oop. enjoy xoxo
warnings: overstimulation 💋
★・・・★・・・★・・・★
jason todd, who grabs your jaw harshly and commands you to look at him while you cum, just so he can watch you struggle. “eyes,” he orders as he fucks into you mercilessly, the lewd slapping of your wetness against his skin ringing in your ears. “let me see those pretty eyes, ma.” it takes every ounce of strength in your body to meet his gaze while your cunt is clenching around him this hard, but you comply, locking your stare on his as your body convulses with the force of your third orgasm of the night. you’re not sure how much longer you can keep this up, but the expression on jason’s face lets you know he doesn’t really give a shit—he’s not done looking at those pretty eyes yet.
dick grayson, who insists you use your words as he folds you in half like you’re the acrobat and fucks you deep. “talk to me, baby,” he grins as you stumble through a series of unintelligible moans. “tell me how good this cock feels inside you.” you whine something in response, barely able to breathe as his length hits that sweet spot in your walls, and he tuts. “gonna have to do better than that, pretty girl.” his hand comes down to rub your clit in fast circles, pushing you even further away from any coherent thought. he smiles when you manage a strangled cry of his name, impressed you’re still able to talk. clearly, he has more work to do.
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majosullivan · 5 days
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Girls supporting girls
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rubiehart · 3 months
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jj thinking you look the prettiest when your stomach’s all big and swollen with his baby, laying out on the bow of the boat on a towel he’d lay down for you, sunglasses perched on your nose and bikini hugging your body perfectly, specifically showcasing your tits that seemed to be getting bigger every month into your pregnancy, which jj wasn’t complaining about.
he’s at your side whenever you call his name, “everythin’ okay mama?” ,giving you sips of lemonade or water whenever you ask, comin’ over every half an hour or so to make sure you’re all lathered up in sunscreen “gotta make sure my babies aren’t cookin’.” indicating to you and the child you were growing making you giggle and throw an arm over your eyes as he rubs the sunscreen into your plush thighs and up all over your stomach, just bein’ all gentle with you.
big smile on his face cuz he knows he’s gonna love this baby more than he’s loved anyone or anything before (not including you of course!!)
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twyllodrus · 4 days
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I think I understand you better now. Ooh, do tell me all about me.
+ bonus:
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