#I don’t consider it such but since idk who it was I have to toss it in the open sorry

[langdhon]

Aight, I'm going to address this once because unlike Andy, who blocked and moved on from the nasty anons they received on @ravenskeeper for months now [as they reluctantly told me today], I'm still seething. Since the anons were very targeted at our ship, I'm sure this pathetic person at least lurks on my blog. If not following me. You, whoever you are, had no right to spam Andy with shit like 'they'd hold me hostage for the ship', or 'that I shipped with them out of pity'. And you don't even come to me, not once, of course shitting on the female OC instead of the male canon, huh? If you're bitter because you wanted to ship with me but it didn't work out for some reason, it's between me and you. You keep my partners out of this and grow some fcking spine.

Given that cowardice alone, plus the mindset you revealed in those messages, I'm not surprised we don't ship lol Everyone here knows I'm not singleship, I have a handful of ships all of which have their own dynamic. So how is Andy holding me hostage? Do you think I can't be straightforward with not wanting to write things? I definitely am. I'm not afraid of anyone here. But of course you think it's so smart to attack the one you're jealous of, hopefully drive them off tumblr so you can feed into your delusion it'll increase any chances for you. Thing is, I'm usually a very laid back and forgiving person, but I'm also extremely spiteful. On the off chance that Andy had dropped Alice, I'd have kept incorporating her into my portrayal. Michael would still be with her, I'm not above even writing her as NPC in threads if I'd get Andy's permission, just so your sorry ass feels literally haunted by the oh so shitty OC who you think steals your spotlight.

Andy and I vibe. We didn't expect this storyline to evolve in that direction and they assured me that when Alice first expressed her love for Michael, it by no means has to meet reciprocation. They even were excited for the angst a one-sided crush would provide!

And you also claimed it's impossible that one like Alice could get Michael to fall in love with her. Do you even realize how ridiculous that sounds, given what kind of character I write? If anything, it's a miracle Michael got someone to love him the way she does! Also shows you only care about dick because I mentioned in my headcanons that he's drawn to broken people, which she is one btw. Not to mention to say such a disgusting thing about a perfectly human, relatable character who is traumatized af and still keeps fighting. You say that people who suffer from the effects of child abuse are unloveable. Whoever you are, you dun fuked up big time.

I won’t ever put that much time into something I don't wholeheartedly love and support. And if you're so mad about Andy allegedly hogging my muse, maybe you should put the effort you put into that hate into stepping up your roleplaying game instead. Andy has absolutely no fault. They're here to have fun. I'm here to have fun, our enthusiasm matches and we dig the longterm, deep shit. Which is rare to find here as is.

You, however, need help. Oh btw, I was the one who inspired Andy to give Alice her own blog; maybe I'm holding them hostage? I'm not, but you wouldn't say that anyway because male canon muse writers can do no wrong ever, right? People like you, who are so obsessed with shipping fantasies that you have to ruin another’s fun, are the reason I got so darn picky.

That's all. I'm just shipping Alice and Michael even harder now, which I didn't know was possible.

#🦂𝙎𝙔𝙈𝙋𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙔 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙇 // ava. #idk how to tag this but I had to do this #drama tw #? #I don’t consider it such but since idk who it was I have to toss it in the open sorry #neg / #tbd

[parkersbliss]

I'm so embarrassed but here it is! 😭 so there's y/n who is addicted to coffee flavored candies but doesn't like drinking coffee. which five finds very confusing. She's always offering five candy but ofc, five answers grumpily like "it's not the same thing as coffee"— and suddenly goes to a part where they kiss (idk how it leads to this omg) and five is absolutely ENAMORED with her lips bcs of all the coffee candy she eats..

is this too much explaining or what.. ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR THIS I LOVE U LOTS <3

this… this is THE request. thank you for this 🙇‍♀️

Sweet Flavor | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x fem!reader

wc; 637

warnings: might make you blush lololol

synopsis: five refuses to try your favorite candy, so you make him

a/n: feeding yall today 🙄 you’re welcome! half way through s3 💪 also aged up five ofc!

requests: CLOSED

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Five sighs, leaning on the table as you take a seat next to him.

“Really embracing the old man, huh?” You said, referring to his unusual outfit. Instead of the academy uniform, he’d opted for a vest, flannel, and fedora combination. You honestly wondered where he found it.

Five hums. “Yes, I am. It’s called retirement.”

You just laugh at him, unwrapping one of your Werther's caramel coffee candies. Five wrinkles his nose in disgust as you hand one towards him. “Want one?”

“I’d rather save the world again. Naked,” He sassily replied.

“I wouldn’t say that if I were you,” You tease, popping the candy into your mouth and sighing at this sweet-bitter flavor.

“Why don’t you just drink regular coffee?” He asked. “Like a sane person?”

“Because coffee is nasty,” You said, sticking your tongue out at him and displaying the small candy. “These are better.”

“They’re not even close to the same thing,” He grumbled.

You raise a brow at him. “And how would you know? You’ve never had one.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he dismisses, getting up and inspecting the hotel buffet. You follow after him, popping another candy in your mouth.

“So, what are you thinking of doing since you’re retired?”

Five grabs a cup and fills it with coffee. “I don’t know. Traveling? Isn’t that what people do nowadays?”

You scoff, “Yeah, people who don’t look barely eighteen.”

He swats at you, returning to your seats. “I’ll drive.”

He pours some syrup over his pancakes, and you pout. “If you like that much syrup, you’d love the candies just as much.”

“Coffee is supposed to taste bitter, not filled with artificial flavoring.”

“You don’t know till you try.”

“I do know, and I’m telling you now, that is shit,” He points at your mouth with his knife.

You frown, suckling on the candy and its sweet flavor. You were lucky to have found them back in 1963, and now you just kept a handful in your pocket at all times.

“You didn’t like me at first, and now…”

“That’s completely different,” He defends.

You laugh. “Really? Cause you’re a bitter old man, and I’m the sweetest person ever.”

“You are far from the sweetest person ever.”

“That’s not the point, Five,” You huff.

He smiles at you. “Isn’t it, darling?”

“Just try one,” You urged, tossing the wrapped candy at his face. “Please.”

"Try a cup of coffee, and I’ll consider it.”

“I have tried a cup of coffee.”

“When?”

You roll your eyes. “Prior to when we met.”

“Then, I tried your coffee-flavored candy… prior to when we met.”

You glare at Five, and he just smirks, taking a bite of his pancakes.

“Please,” You beg.

“No.”

“But—”

“No.”

“They’re—”

“No.”

“Five.”

“No.”

You click your tongue, still rolling the candy in your mouth when a thought occurs to you. Five notices the mischievous look on your face, and his eyebrows furrow together.

“(Y/N)—”

He’s cut off when you grab the back of his neck and smash your lips together. His hands fly to cup your cheeks as the taste of the candy invades his mouth. And holy shit, he loves it. His lips press harder against yours, almost making you fall off the seat as he chases the flavor.

And then, before you know it, he slips his tongue in and relishes the sweet flavor. His tongue explores every inch of your mouth, trying to seek the sugary treat he so desires. You let out a quiet whine, brain fuzzy at the action. Five groans as you tug on his hair, tongue invading your mouth, and then he pulls back.

You’re stunned, blinking as your lips smack together. And then you notice something missing and gasp.

Five grins, sticking his tongue to display your coffee-flavored caramel proudly on his tongue.

“You little—”

— END —

🏷 five taglist: @clearbasementvoid @halfumbrella @esmedith

#i’m 😵‍💫😵‍💫 #hehe #enjoy this one #see you when I finish s3 #consider this my teaser for what’s to come #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x you #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves x reader #number five x reader #tua five x reader #tua five #tua fic #five x reader #five x you #five x y/n #five headcanons #five imagine #aidan gallagher #tua #the umbrella academy #tua season three #tua s3 #the umbrella academy season 3

[11thsdoctress]

wrapped [10th Doctor x Reader]

Have this small thing I wrote since my brain can’t come up with anything as of the moment.

Fandom: Doctor Who

Ship: 10th Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 315 - just a drabble/ficlet

Summary: It’s chilly in the TARDIS, the Doctor just wanted to do something nice for you. 

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The Doctor was pacing back and forth, he had just been told that you were about to head off to bed, and knowing that the TARDIS temperature was dropping, he was now trying to come up with a solution to an inconvenience rather than a problem. He was practically walking in circles around the TARDIS, ending up in different rooms around the said blue box, but suddenly, he thought of an idea, “I’ve got it!” his face lights up and turns around, “Okay, I need to find the closet..” he mumbles to himself, as he speed walks to look for the said closet past your room.

You realized that the TARDIS was freezing tonight, you didn’t know why, you wanted to ask, but you were too busy trying to keep yourself warm in the said blue box, but as the minutes go by, your fingers and toes were already cold, and you were practically shivering.

Meanwhile, the Doctor was in the TARDIS’ seemingly endless closet, looking for something, tossing some clothes and accessories here and there, causing endless clanging and cluttering noises, while you were trying to head to bed.

Before giving up and planning to roll up in your blanket, and hope to fall asleep with that idea, suddenly, the Doctor called you from the endless closet in the TARDIS. You groaned as you practically dragged yourself to the endless closet of the TARDIS.

As  you entered, you only saw piles of clothes, scattered and piled up left and right, “Doctor?” You called out, looking for the man that was calling you earlier.

He suddenly popped out from one of the piles, “Oh hello! I found it!” He exclaims as he held out the thick looking, dark blue blanket, and places it around his shoulders before walking behind you and wrapping the both of you in the blanket roll.

You blushed a bit, as you were wrapped tight with the Doctor, it felt cozy, considering the two of you were wrapped like a burrito roll.

“Sorry about the TARDIS being so chilly this time.” He rests his chin on the top of your head, “I knew it’s bedtime for you, so I went to look for this.” He gestures to the blanket, “I hope you don’t mind this for a bit.”

“Not at all.” You sigh as you let him embrace you, wrapped in his arms and blanket. He rests his chin on top of your head, as you both stayed like that for a bit, as the TARDIS just drifts in space. ======== it’s been a while since i’ve written something, i’ve been trying to write about something, so requests are open, but yeah. idk what i’m doing is the tldr of this entirety.

#doctor who #Tenth Doctor #10th doctor #10th doctor x reader #10th doctor x you #tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor x you #DW fanfic

[hamsterclaw]

Pow

Your job is to keep Gotham city safe, but you spend more of your time keeping Catboy aka Jeon Jungkook out of trouble.

Pairing: Jungkook x F! Reader

Rating: 18+

Word count: 1.1k

Genre: Subversion of Batman roles, smut, crack and misandry

Warnings: Sex, pouty JK

For Memes @madbutgloriouspond who took this idea and ran with it and came up with all the best lines including ‘being taken seriously as a man.’ Special mention to Mango @blog-name-idk for encouraging the crack all the way.

Gotham is cast in perpetual twilight to you because of your burden of being her protector.

The villains who seek their own gains stop for no man, even if they look hella sexy in a catsuit.

Jeon Jungkook aka Catboy because Catman didn’t have quite the same naughty ring to it, crosses his arms over his chest and expects you not to be distracted as he talks to you.

You remind yourself to tell him he needs to talk less pouty if he wants anyone to actually listen, but for now you just enjoy the view.

‘They didn’t even stop when I stood in front of them,’ he complains.

You tear your gaze away from his sculpted ass as he slinks around the bat cave and try to concentrate on his words.

‘Did you tell them to stop?’ you ask, undoing your weapon belt and letting it fall to the floor for your trusty manservant Park Jimin to pick up later.

‘I told them!’ Jungkook whines, voice going pitchy like it does when he’s at his most agitated. ‘I threatened them with my claws!’

‘Oh Kookie,’ you sigh. ‘You need to work on your presence, baby girl.’

You unhook your cape and toss it aside carelessly.

‘Will you give me a back rub, kitty?’

‘Don’t call me kitty!’ whinges Jungkook.

‘Ok ok, don’t get testerical,’ you say hastily, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. God, he gets so tetchy sometimes.

Like it’s a problem being so pretty he gets constantly objectified.

Man problems mystify you.

You start peeling off your leather batsuit.

‘Maybe if you want to be taken seriously as a man you should stop stealing jewellery,’ you suggest.

Jungkook goes all red in the face with how worked up he is. You can tell by how he takes a deep breath before he starts speaking that he’s about to go on another one of his meninist tirades.

God, if he wasn’t so pretty you’d break up with him and date Poison Ivy. Now Kim Taehyung’s a man who leans into his menininity.

You need to head this off at the pass before he gets truly worked up and refuses to sleep with you.

‘JK,’ you say, voice low, velvety. ‘C’mere baby.’

He stops talking but doesn’t move, looking at you like he’s considering saying no.

‘You know I respect you as a man, don’t you?’

Jungkook stares at you, wide-eyed, and you know you nearly have him.

‘You’re the strongest man I know, much stronger than me.’

The corner of his pretty mouth curls up slightly.

‘Come and let me sit on your lap, baby,’ you coo.

When he reaches the rather conveniently located lounger you’re womanspreading across, he’s already hard.

You remind yourself to send Hobi a lil something to thank him for the incredible job he did designing Catboy’s fitted latex number.

You ask, ‘can I touch you, baby?’

Jungkook nods, pouts a little.

Men love it when you respect them.

You slip out of the batsuit, enjoying the way his eyes roam over your body wildly, like he can’t decide where he wants to look most.

‘Can you take your suit off for me, doll?’ you ask.

He unzips slowly, tugging the suit down to reveal sculpted shoulders, defined pecs with dusky nipples.

You kiss his chest, tongue flicking over his nipples. He lets out a low moan as you roll one nipple between your fingers whilst sucking the other. His cock twitches under its latex prison.

You help him out of the rest of his suit, until he’s bare, standing in front of you fully erect.

You wrap your hand around his cock and tug him gently down.

He groans as you sit in his lap.

You’re already wet, have been since he folded his arms earlier, creating a cleavage displayed to perfection by the low neckline of his suit.

Another Hobi genius design.

Jungkook moans prettily as you move up and down on his cock. His forehead is sweaty, his hair sticking to it in pretty curls.

He looks wrecked, and you’ve barely started fucking him.

‘I’ve barely touched you,’ you taunt, a little breathless yourself from how rigid and thick his cock feels inside you.

He says nothing, reduced to whimpering and moaning as he helps you move your hips.

You press your fingers against his parted lips, into the wet warmth of his mouth.

‘Suck, baby.’

‘Gonna cum,’ he mumbles around your fingers.

‘Already? You’re such a slut for me, we’ve barely started, baby boy,’ you pant.

Jungkook cries out as he comes, spurting hot streaks of white into your cunt. His pretty moans rise in pitch until he’s so loud you’re glad the batcave is soundproof.

He buries his face between your breasts as his cries subside.

‘Come on,’ you say, pinching his nipple. ‘One more for me, baby.’

Jungkook twitches helplessly inside you, still hard.

‘I can’t!’ he protests.

‘You can,’ you say, reaching between his spread legs to press a finger against his rim.

Jungkook cries out in pleasure as you nudge a knuckle against his rim.

You squeeze his cock, which is already hardening inside you, and Jungkook whines.

‘Gotta,’ he grunts.

He doesn’t finish his sentence, instead rolling on top of you so he can start hammering into you.

His stamina is ridiculous.

You’ve always appreciated how he keeps himself in good shape for you, his figure is as manly as the day you met him trying ineffectually to rob a bank using his manly wiles.

You’d paid the bank manager and the chief of police off to not pursue him.

Robbing banks is really a woman’s job. Men lack the finesse to do it properly.

Jungkook’s breathy moaning snaps you back into the present.

‘Are you close?’ you demand, fingers under his chin.

‘Yes,’ he cries out. ‘Fuck, yes.’

You hold out until you feel him pulsing inside you, his hands tight on your ass.

‘Good boy,’ you say, breathless, ‘that’s good, baby.’

Jungkook presses kisses to your neck as he helps you grind on him, seeking your own pleasure now.

You moan as he bucks his hips, and then you’re coming, wetness seeping from you to coat his cock.

He wraps his arms around you, and you bury your face in his soft hair.

‘Wanna snuggle,’ he says, muffled into your chest.

You sigh.

Men get so clingy after sex sometimes when all you want to do is tap that ass.

He pouts up at you, and your heart softens.

‘Ok, catboy, we can snuggle,’ you say, resigned.

Hopefully he doesn't want to stay the night too.

©hamsterclaw 2023

This is for Memes @madbutgloriouspond who encouraged this crackiness and came up with all the best lines including my favourite line about 'being taken seriously as a man'. Special mention to Mango @blog-name-idk equally for running and encouraging this chaos.

#jungkook fic #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts imagine #bts smut

[staceymcgillicuddy]

For the three word sentence prompts: Don’t you dare. Thanks 😊

Oh boy, this one might have inspired a whole new AU. The vague premise in my head is that Eddie spent a couple years in Hawkins before leaving for... elsewhere. But he still did the talent show. And kept up with Gareth, I guess. IDK! if people like it, I might flesh it out into a full thing of college girl Chrissy and bar band Eddie!

“Don’t you dare!”

The words are a whispered admonition; Shawna pays no attention and leaves Chrissy standing, mortified, by the side of the building while she marches over to where the band from earlier is loading equipment into a van. 

“Hey,” says Shawna to the curly-haired drummer, who looks like a muppet and a teddy bear had a baby. “You guys were really great.” 

The drummer stops cramming his kit into the back and turns, giving Shawna a once over and evidently liking what he sees. Which makes sense—she’s in a skintight blue dress with zig-zag green stripes, and her hair is teased and crimped like she’s Tawny Kitaen’s little sister. Or, big sister, considering the size of her boobs. 

Chrissy’s never had a friend like Shawna before. She’s half in love with her because Shawna is scary and brave, and mean sometimes. She does what she wants when she wants to, whether talking back to professors or flirting with bar bands in parking lots. 

“Hey, thanks,” says the drummer, leaning against the van’s edge and grinning at Shawna.

“Do you have, like, a tape or anything?” 

“Uh, we’re working on it. We play here every—” 

He’s cut off by the back door opening, where the reason Chrissy didn’t want Shawna talking to the band emerges. The lead singer, carrying an amp, looks every inch as terrifying as he did onstage, stalking around in tight jeans and a cropped t-shirt that shows his stomach and whose hair makes Chrissy think about Richie Sambora. 

Chrissy kind of has a thing for Richie Sambora. 

“Move,” says the lead singer, and the drummer hops out of the way with milliseconds to spare. 

“Hey,” says Shawna. 

“Eddie,” says the drummer. “This is uh… what’s your name, honey, sorry?” 

“Shawna. And this is Chrissy.” 

Chrissy’s feet shuffle forward before her brain can catch up. Shawna always does this—drags her in to talk to guys when she’s not even sure how she’s feeling about guys these days. Not since she broke up with Jason before the start of freshman year, then had some bad dates, and attended a disastrous frat party in the wake of her freedom. 

“Hi,” she says, only her introduction is drowned out by the lead singer jamming his thumb between the amp and the door. 

“Jesus fuck, Gareth,” he snaps at the drummer. Gareth, apparently. 

“What the fuck did I do?” 

“Move your fucking shit, man. I’m bleeding out for space back here. Hey, sorry.” That’s to Shawna, who he’s looking at with some interest. Obviously. Most guys look twice. 

“Hey.” Shawna nods, then tosses her head at Chrissy. “Chris, come say hi.” 

God, Chrissy should never have said she thought the singer was cute. Idiot. Idiot! 

Still, she goes. Takes Shawna’s hand and lets herself get pulled into her side and smiles at Gareth, then goes stock still when the singer—Eddie—gives her a once over. 

She fully expects he’ll find her wanting. Next to Shawna, she’s still a church mouse. Country mouse. Plain black dress and flats and her hair in a ponytail, and, honestly, she’d wear sexier things, but she never feels quite right in them. Life was easier when all she had to worry about was a cheerleading uniform on Fridays. Choices stink. 

To her surprise, though, Eddie smiles. Leans against the door of the van and says, “Chris, right?” 

“Chrissy,” she corrects, then feels dumb for correcting him. Chrissy’s such a babyish name, but Christine sounds too grown-up, and Chris is just for certain people who know her well. 

“Chrissy.” He tucks some hair behind his ear and smiles. He never once smiled onstage, and it’s a relief to spy some kindness on his face. “You liked the show?” 

“Uh-huh,” she says, which is mostly correct. The music wasn’t her thing, but she really liked watching him perform. 

“Cool. You guys from around here?” 

“We’re at IU,” Shawna supplies. 

“Cool, cool,” he echoes. “We play there sometimes, too.” 

Eddie won’t stop looking at her. He’s doing that thing that guys do where they have a whole conversation without transferring their attention, and it makes her want to squirm. That would be undignified, though, so she fiddles with the sleeve of her dress instead, and hopes to God that Shawna will pick up the loose threads of the fraying conversation.

“Like at parties, or what?” Shawna asks. 

“Sometimes.” Eddie cocks his head to the side, studying Chrissy closely. “Hey, question.” 

“Hmm?” 

“You didn’t grow up in Hawkins, did you?” 

#bsc diaries #pipergirl17 #prompt meme #fanfic #hellcheer fanfic #flash fiction #also shawna is a real one #wingwoman of the year #shoving chrissy at richie sambora #but gareth might get laid #you go gareth

[iam93percentstardust]

also hello again idk if this can be considered A Prompt, but please turn the mob boss!steve stevetony bullet points fic thingy you made into a full-fledged fic.................. because it lives in my head rent free and i am Obsessed with it. but also please only write it if you want to, thank you. no pressure, love you either way. muah.

You'll still have to wait a little longer on Lover, but here's a snippet set after Lover to tide you over until then! 😊😊😊

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Tony has been dancing for close to an hour when his feet start hurting him badly enough to drive him off the club dancefloor. The lights are flashing blue and red and green, adding to the throbbing headache he’s had all day that he ignored in favor of going out tonight. It might not have been the smart choice, but Tony’s young still, and isn’t that what youth is all about? Making bad choices and damning the consequences?

He staggers over to the bar, wondering if Steve will be upset if he goes upstairs. Steve doesn’t normally mind—he likes it actually when Tony goes in to pester him during his meetings; it’s a status symbol to have the last Stark curled up on his lap—but Captain Fury is the sort of reluctant ally that Steve doesn’t want him around in case things sour and there’s a shootout. Most people would hesitate to use Tony as leverage against Steve after what he did to Hell’s Kitchen. Not Fury though.

“Hey, sweetling,” Clint says cheerfully as Tony plops himself down on one of the few empty stools, turning away from the customer who had been in the middle of ordering.

“Hey! I was—”

Clint very deliberately reaches up and turns off his hearing aid. The customer huffs something about never returning to this club again if this is the service she gets and don’t they know who she is and stalks off. Tony doesn’t believe her. Iron is Steve’s newest club and it’s been beating out the other clubs in the area since it opened, both in popularity and quality. If she’s really the young socialite she was claiming to be, she’ll be back. She’ll want to get seen here.

“What can I make for you today?” Clint asks him as he turns his hearing aid back on, already reaching for the grenadine.

“Can I get a Lover?” Tony calls over the music.

“Sure thing,” Clint says. He grabs the gold sugar crystals, tosses them up in the air, and spins around, grabbing a glass and the cherry vodka before turning just in time to catch the sugar jar. The other patrons sitting at the bar makes awed noises—one of them even claps—but Tony just snickers to himself. He wonders what they would say if they knew that this is one of the only places Clint is actually graceful.

Here, and with a sniper’s rifle in his hands.

“Hey, can I go upstairs today?” he asks.

Clint doesn’t even hesitate in pouring grenadine into the glass. “Steve didn’t give us instructions that you couldn’t.”

Someone scoffs further down the bar. “Right, like he’s gonna make it past those bouncers. I come here every Friday, and no one’s ever allowed upstairs. Some fucking VIP lounge.”

Tony takes his glass and dumps four maraschino cherries into it. Most people would only get two, but Tony pretty much has free rein over the place and he likes cherries.

“Yeah, well,” he says, hopping off the stool, “when you start fucking the boss, then you can go upstairs.”

He pushes his way through the crowd, catching the last drifts of conversation from the bar as he disappears into the throng of people, someone commenting that the Lover is much less pink than they were expecting. Well, and it wouldn’t be very pink, now would it? The Lover is Tony’s drink, and it’s made specifically to highlight his favorite colors, red and gold.

Bucky is the bouncer on duty tonight, his metal arm gleaming lowly in the flashing lights. He doesn’t smile when Tony sidles up beside him, too busy maintaining his fierce, scowly persona, but he doesn’t stop Tony from going up the stairs.

“Thanks, Buckaroo,” Tony says, carefully nudging his side as he watches his drink to make sure it doesn’t spill. Clint has a habit of being overly generous with his pours.

“He’s in a bad mood tonight,” Bucky tells him. “Cheer him up, would you? Yelena brought back someone to interrogate later. She probably won’t appreciate it if Steve kills him before she has a chance to bring out her knives.”

Tony sighs, “Oh, if I must,” which cracks the tiniest of smirks out of Bucky.

He saunters upstairs, pausing at the top to slip off his heels as he assesses the situation. Bucky hadn’t been lying. Steve is tense-with-a-capital-t, and Tony can only imagine the hours he’ll spend later working the kinks out of Steve’s shoulders before they fall asleep. Captain Fury of the local precinct, whose number escapes Tony’s mind because all he cares to knows about them is that they’re irritatingly difficult to bribe, isn’t looking much better at least. Tony would be a lot more worried if he looked smug. The last time he looked smug Pietro had just been arrested.

He picks up his heels and walks across the floor—always kept meticulously clean at Steve’s orders—in his stockinged feet. He hopes Steve likes the fishnets he bought. Considering Steve keeps ripping them when he rolls them down Tony’s legs, he thinks it’s safe to bet that they’re his favorite.

Fury spots him first, an inaudible sigh escaping his mouth. Steve doesn’t look, but then again, he doesn’t have to. The mirrors upstairs are strategically placed so Steve can see every corner of the level just by looking at a single mirror. He spots Tony in one of them and visibly relaxes, some of the tension disappearing from his shoulders.

Tony pads over to the table, drops his heels onto the floor and his drink on the table, and slides into the booth to curl up into Steve’s side. After a moment, Steve reaches an arm around him to tug him into his lap, situating Tony on his side so he can still reach his drink. Tony tucks his head under Steve’s chin, takes a few sips of his drink, and then closes his eyes, letting himself drift. Steve and Captain Fury are talking about something over his head, but he doesn’t pay a lot of attention to it other than acknowledging that they’re obliquely dancing around something that Steve wants Fury to do.

Steve has a complicated relationship with Fury. He’s got just about other captain in his territory under his thumb with Fury as the last holdout. And it’s not that Tony thinks he’s too good and noble to be working for someone else on the side. Fury’s too sneaky to be above taking bribes and looking the other way, especially when it comes to someone like Steve, who really does just want what’s best for the neighborhood, which isn’t and never has been the police. No, Tony thinks it all boils down to Fury thinking he’s above working for some common mob boss, as though Steve is a common anything. Fury has designs, and he's ambitious, and Tony’s pretty sure that he’s gunning for the chief of police position, currently held by Benjamin Keller if Tony remembers his politics correctly, who is aging and at the point of retirement. It would probably for the best if they could get Fury out of their territory, even if it means giving him what he wants, if only for the fact that Fury keeps stymieing Steve’s plans.

He starts tapping his fingers against Steve’s chest, movements small enough that Fury won’t be able to see them where he is and slow enough that even if he does, he won’t figure out it’s Morse code. He stops eventually as Steve pauses to take a long sip of his scotch and lets his fingers curl back into Steve’s shirt.

“How’s Chief Keller?” Steve says eventually, putting his drink back on the table. “I haven’t seen him around Howlies recently.”

“He’s got heart problems,” Fury says somewhat reluctantly. “Doc said he needed to quit drinking.”

“That’s a shame.” Steve’s voice is perfectly idle, like he doesn’t really care what’s going on with the chief of police. “I imagine he’s looking into retiring soon?”

There’s a pause and then Fury chuckles lowly. “I see what you’re doing there, Rogers. Trying to dangle something I want so I’ll do what you want.”

“Well, no one ever accused you of stupidity.”

Tony can just imagine the look of outrage on Fury’s face. He tucks his face further into Steve’s shirt to hide the way he giggles at the thought. This is a delicate stage, and Tony doesn’t want to fuck it up by laughing and offending the captain. At the movement, he feels Steve’s hand, which had been resting on his thigh, climb up under his shirt to stroke the bare skin at his hip. Tony’s breath hitches the way it always does when Steve touches him like this, trembling at just the smallest of touches, which oh so coincidentally gives him an excuse for his shoulders shaking.

“I don’t go for bribes,” Fury warns.

“Yeah, I got that.” Probably only Tony could pick up on the irritation in Steve’s voice. “But, really, Nick, this isn’t even a bribe. I just want you out of the way, and I figured giving you what you want is a better option than having one of my people visit you one night. And, really, it’s not like it’s never been done before. Even Keller got where he was with Maria Carbonell’s support.”

It’s a calculated comment, one that’s meant to remind Fury of just who he’s dealing with. As Tony had thought earlier, whoever has the last of the Starks—the last of the Carbonells—has the most power in the city, and Steve has had Tony from the very first time he bought him a drink.

Tony can feel Fury’s eyes on him for a very long time before he finally asks, “How long do you expect me to dance with the devil?”

“Not long,” Steve replies noncommittally. It’s a non-answer, and they all know it, but Steve’s got Fury backed into a corner here. Steve holds a lot of sway in this city, and if Fury turns down the offer in favor of trying to get the position on his own merit, getting what he wants will never happen. Short of moving to the other side of the continent, Fury will see a cold grave before he sees the office he wants.

“Fine,” Fury says eventually, his tone making it painfully obvious that he’s not happy about this turn of events.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” Steve says, pleasant now that he’s gotten his way. “Natasha, can you see the captain out?”

There’s a muffled thump as though Fury jumps when Natasha melts out of the shadows. Tony grins, no longer worried about Fury seeing it. Everyone reacts that way when Natasha somehow just appears beside them. It’s why Steve always uses her for meetings and why Tony enjoys sitting in on them. He always loves seeing their reaction. His favorite was the Hydra thug who was so surprised to see her that he tried to whip out his gun. He didn’t have his gun for very long—or his head, for that matter.

“Make sure he makes it home safely,” Steve adds as Natasha follows Fury out. “It’s still that little brownstone by the park, right? With the family right next door? I heard they’re expecting their second child soon. Please pass them my congratulations.”

Fury misses a step, the sound audible on the hardwood floors.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Steve says eventually, probably after Fury is long gone. “Have a good day today?”

“That was mean,” Tony murmurs. “You wouldn’t do anything to hurt that family.”

“Of course I wouldn’t,” Steve agrees, and he wouldn’t. Steve loves children (and Tony loves seeing him with children). “But he was getting a little too cocky during our meeting.” He kisses the top of Tony’s head. “You had lots of thoughts about getting him out of our territory, sweetheart. Something going on that I should be aware of?”

When Tony first started sleeping with Steve, he told him straight up that he wanted nothing to do with his organization outside of giving him the information he would need to take down Obadiah Stane. He’s gotten a little bit laxer about that since then—people tend to underestimate Tony. He has his mother’s looks, who ran the Starks from behind the scenes, instead of his father’s, and he’s been called a pretty boy by nearly everyone who’s ever dated him, including Steve. It makes him an ideal informant because people look at him, see Steve’s whore, and dismiss him.

Big mistake.

“You were never going to get him to agree to work for you,” he says. “The more you meet with him, the more chances he has to snoop where he isn’t wanted or put pieces together.” He presses a kiss into the hollow of Steve’s throat, enjoying the way it rumbles against his lips when Steve makes a low, wanting noise. “But you put him in the position he wants, it’s a lot harder to wriggle his way out of owing you a favor. Mama used to have Howard do it all the time. That’s how Judge Phillips ended up working for us—and now you. And when I stopped by the precinct earlier today, I found out that Lieutenant Danvers’ wife just had a baby. She’s worried about finances and how they’ll afford a baby on a lieutenant’s salary when Maria had to quit her job because she had complications during the pregnancy—and she’s Fury’s favorite.”

“Clever,” Steve hums. He tilts Tony’s chin up to kiss him long and slow. Tony sighs into the kiss, hands twining around Steve’s neck. Steve’s hands slide back down his body, fingers hooking around the netting of his tights. “I like these on you.”

“Mmm, I can tell by the way you keep ripping them off me.”

“You know I’ll pay to have them replaced. You ready to get out of here?”

Tony doesn’t even have to think about it, just stretches up for another kiss that Steve gladly gives him. “Always.”

#stevetony #alle writes #alle answers #if you like please reblog

[genshinsidepiece]

A Matter Of Trust

IDK what this is. In the middle of working on the Capitan stuff, Diluc decided to invade my brain with the concept of what would happen if the reader unknowingly captured him and this is the result. Possible Part 2 inbound.

This is Diluc when he was out whoring about for four or so years. Since he's younger, I like the idea that he's sassy and flirtatious, especially after a fight.

Warnings: Graphic Content (Blood and wounds), Implied Capture, Implied Prisoner, Implied Nudity, Light Bondage, Probably OOC for him

SFWish, 18+

You didn’t know where he had come from or who he was. All that you knew was that he had materialized while you had been gone and he was bleeding. It took a moment or two for your initial shock to wear off. Not the best reaction considering he was badly wounded, but what else could you do? You lived alone, in the middle of nowhere. It wasn’t every day that an incredibly handsome stranger turned up in your house, let alone unconscious on your bed. You had to get past the sight of him before you could ever start to help him. The face of an angel, broad shoulders, long muscular legs, and hair that was the color of fire. He was magnificent. He was also half dead.

Snapping out of your stupor, you set your basket down on the floor, rushing over to his side. While his clothes were practically coated, your initial assessment revealed that not all of it was his. The main source of his blood was a deep cut on his left side. You would regrettably need to undress him to see if there were any other wounds hiding under his heavy waistcoat and shirt. “Sir?” He didn’t respond. You pressed your hands into his chest, giving him a little shake in the hopes that would help. “Sir, please.” Another shake. “I’m going to remove your jacket and vest. Is that alright?” Again, nothing. He just continued to lay there, his brow growing paler by the second. “Fine.” You began the struggle of getting his jacket off. “But if you wake up, don’t be mad. I did ask.”  

Undressing him was a ghastly affair. In part because he was an entirely unwilling participant. Even with his athletic figure, he was still heavy for you. His arms refused to cooperate when it came to the tight sleeves of his overly ornate jacket. His torso flopped the second you let go of him. You would have had an easier time wrestling a dead puffer fish. It took every ounce of strength you had just to get his jacket off. By the time you were done, you, your clothes, the bed and him were all covered in a mix of fresh and congealed blood. The sight made you gag slightly.  As a small measure of revenge, you tossed the cursed jacket aside, taking the thunk of the chains on the floor as a personal victory. Good riddance to it. Thankfully the rest of his clothes were less of a challenge.  Even with the heavy gash in the rich fabric, the leather straps of the waistcoat unbuckled with relative ease and you were finally able to get to his body. Another small victory. In any other case, you would have celebrated that fact. In this one, all you could do was groan.

The laceration in his side was long and it was deep. You guessed it had been made with a sword, but you had to wonder. There was a Fatui camp over the next ridge. The deep burns on his shirt and around the edges of the wound made you wonder if he hadn’t run into one of them. It also made you wonder if they were looking for him. The thought alone made you pause. The last thing you wanted was to be arrested for aiding a potential criminal. Your friends were few and far between out here. The one neighbor you did know wouldn’t help you. The rest wouldn’t bother to wait for you to be gone before they looted your cabin. But the alternative was to let him die. Surely you couldn’t do that, could you? 

Your eyes went back to his face. They traced over his handsome features while you silently questioned what you should do. Letting him die was wrong. You knew it was, but you also had to think about yourself. If he had gotten in a scuffle with the Fatui, then it would be both of your heads if they found him. But that was a big if. Surely if he had they would have been here by now, right? Maybe he wasn’t what you thought. Maybe he was a soldier or a mercenary that was just passing through. Maybe he had been attacked by treasure hoarders. “Archons-” You rubbed the bridge of your nose in frustration. There were too many what ifs to justify doing anything but helping him. You had no other choice. 

Pushing off the bed, you made a b-line for the medicine cabinet in your small kitchen. He needed a poultice and some stitches. As for the rest, you could ask him how he got into this mess later, if there was a later. For now, you knew you had enough supplies to get him through the night, but you would need to restock come the morning. You rolled your eyes at the thought of dealing with the Fatui soldiers who seemed to occupy the roads these days. Archon forbid they stopped you and began to ask questions, especially when you were on your way home. If they were looking for him, then a basket full of medical supplies would be a dead give away. You could worry about that later. For now, all you could do was do your best to keep him alive. 

Thankfully when the morning came, the roads had been empty of soldiers. Thankfully you had been able to get up to the local outpost without incident or question. Only the owner had raised an eyebrow at your purchase and that was simply due to the amount that you were buying. You offered no explanation as to why. You just quietly placed everything in your baskets and went on your way. Your only topic of conversation had been about the Fatui camp that had been wiped out by an unknown vigilante a day or so prior. Apparently carnage and fire had rained down on your region’s unwelcome guests. 

Carnage. Your new housemate had been covered in blood when you had found him. Aside from the wound on his side, he had been relatively unharmed. It proved not all of the blood was his Fire. In addition to the blood, his clothes had also been singed in whatever battle he had fought. You had dismissed it to running into a Pyro agent. You clung to that theory until you fully undressed him. That’s when you found the delusion on him. It left a bitter taste in your mouth. 

Three days you watched over him. Three nights you silently prayed that you were wrong. That it was a case of mistaken identity. But in your heart, you knew it wasn’t. His body was rife with scars from other battles. The weapons on his person, including the giant claymore and the delusion proved he was deadly. The man, whoever he might be, was dangerous. The entire situation was dangerous. You needed to do something to protect yourself and you needed to do it before he woke up. 

Diluc felt exhausted. His last memory was of stumbling his way towards a small house after taking a strike from the business end of a pryo agent’s attack. After that everything was a mixture of reality and fantasy before it all went dark. The only thing he could discern was that to his relief, he was warm and dry. The feeling of a comfortable mattress and soft sheets added to his feeling of safety, though the lack of clothes was an odd sensation. Whoever owned the house must have helped him while he was unconscious. He could feel the bandages rubbing against the skin of his torso. There was a slight sting from the wound, but wasn’t entirely unpleasant. He went to touch it, only to find the resistance of his hands being bound to what he could only guess was a headboard. “Hm?” He twisted his wrists, feeling the bite of a rough rope against them. It was an peculiar sensation in his groggy state. Maybe he wasn’t as safe as he initially thought. 

Slowly, Diluc opened his eyes a little more, testing his bonds once again. The ropes were loose around his wrists and the knots were poorly tied. His captor wasn’t a very good one. He worked his lithe fingers against his bindings, finding they would be easy to undo if he needed to, but for now he left them be. He had been tied up for a reason. Diluc found that reason when he noticed the sword that was pointed directly at his face. “Oh” He looked you up and down pleasantly surprised by what he saw. As far as being held hostage, he could think of far worse circumstances to wake up to than you. “Hello.” You didn’t answer him. You just stared at him, scared out of your wits. He could tell based on how hard the tip of the sword was shaking. It was a little unsettling, but not unwarranted. The issue was that even if you held the sword wrong, the last thing he wanted was to be stabbed, again. Not after you’d gone to the trouble of getting him well.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Diluc blinked steadily, his eyes continuing to scrutinize the situation. You weren’t a threat to him. Even with his weapons and delusion on the other side of the room, he could easily disarm you. It wouldn’t take much. All he would need would be to get hold of one of your wrists and your positions would be reversed in a matter of seconds. It wasn’t something he was opposed to. He decided you would look cute tied to your own bed. You would look better tied to his at home. It had been awhile since his last tryst. He wouldn’t mind you moaning under him while he…  “W-why are you smirking at me like that?” He blinked again, his thoughts and his attention coming back to the present. “I apologize. I -” He feigned contemplating an excuse for a second before he continued on. “I was thinking of something else for a moment. It was entirely ungentlemanly of me.” He purposefully kept his voice even, in the hopes it would calm you down. It didn’t. You just insisted on standing there, eyes wide with fear while you held the sword level with his face. “Tell me, do you intend to stay like that or will you perhaps take me at my word that I have no intention to harm you?” “I don’t know that.” 

Diluc raised an eyebrow at you. He was entirely surprised by that answer. You appeared to be such a meek little thing. The fact that you hadn’t crumbled in front of him intrigued him more. You could be fun. “There’s a fatui camp not far from here. You dress like them. There’s also a rumor going around at the local outpost that a vigilante burned it to the ground.” He shifted his hips slightly, his smirk returning. Diluc could help but be slightly impressed. “You’re well informed. It is bold of you to make an assumption I’m connected to either based on the few words we’ve just shared. I’m a simple traveler, nothing more.” “It’s not exactly an assumption when you had a map to it in your jacket pocket.” Diluc let out a small chuckle. “It’s rude to go through people’s things you know, especially when they’re unconscious.” “Injured or well, it’s rude to take over people’s homes when they aren’t home.” Touche. “Your clothes were covered in blood. I emptied the pockets to wash them for you.” He felt slightly grateful for that. It saved him the trouble of doing it later. “Even if I hadn’t, you have a delusion and the outpost owner told me the flames from the attack could be seen for miles. He said he’d seen a man with bright red hair pass through a day or so before everything happened. You bought produce from him.” He watched you take a deep breath. “I’m not interested in any trouble from the Fatui or you.” “That is a tad awkward since I’m currently bound to your bed. I’m sure it would make some Fatui underling’s year if they found me like this. No doubt you would get a handsome reward if you decided to turn me in.” You swallowed, the edge that had been lingering in your voice softening slightly. “I’m not going to turn you in. I don’t want you here, but I know what they do to prisoners. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.” A sense of relief washed over him. It eliminated the worry of fighting his way out in his current condition, but it didn’t answer the burning question of what you did intend to do with him. 

For the moment he was happy to play your little game, but he knew it would get old, fast. He also couldn’t run the risk of the Fatui finding him here. It was all well and good to joke about it now, but news would spread across the camps in the region. Eventually someone would want revenge. The last place he wanted it to be was here and naked when they did. 

“So….” He lightly shrugged his shoulders. “What now? I am still at your mercy.” You bit your lip as a sign of doubt. The answer was you didn’t know. This wasn’t a normal thing for you. The signs were all there. Tying him up and holding him at sword point after he had woken up was nothing more than a precaution for you. It was likely you had thought he was going to die at one point. But he hadn’t. Now you were at an impasse as to what to do with him. You were alone and in your eyes, Diluc knew he was a threat. He knew you were worried he would hurt you or worse. Part of him was slightly insulted, but he didn’t blame you. It had been a risk to help him at all. You didn’t want to be rewarded with injuries of your own.  

Shifting again, Diluc winced as he tried to resettle into a comfortable spot. The sword lowered slightly at his sign of pain, but it didn’t go away. “Are you-?” His eyes found yours again, finding that the fear had melted into worry. “It’s nothing.” He lied. “May I offer a suggestion since you seem unsure?” The tip of the sword moved, a clear motion for him to continue. “You untie me and give me at least my pants back. Though if you prefer me naked and at your disposal, I’m sure we could make arrangements. I do owe you for saving my life” A light blush crept across the apples of your cheeks. It was adorable. “I promise to be on my best behavior if you do decide to release me.” Another lie. He would behave as long as you did, provided he couldn’t lure you into bed with him. Then all bets were off. “What assurance do I have that you’ll be true to that promise? I don’t know you.” Diluc lightly chuckled again. “Nor I you. I’m sure I found this place quite on accident. You could have turned me in while I was unconscious or worse let me die. But you didn’t. Instead you nursed a known vigilante back to health.” You chewed your lip again. “Now you have me in a weakened position. You could easily take that sword across my throat and I wouldn’t be able to stop you. A poor return on your investment if you ask me.” He paused to offer you another sly grin. “You won’t turn me in, I doubt you’ll kill me, so that leaves you the option of keeping me tied to your bed for the rest of our lives or letting me go.” In the distance, you both heard thunder rumble. An ill omen given the present situation. “I suppose it all comes down to trust, doesn’t it?” He watched you turn your attention back to him. “So my lovely captor.” The term of endearment grated on you slightly. “Do you trust me?”

#diluc headcanons #diluc smut #genshin diluc #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc scenarios #diluc x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin headcanons #genshin fic #genshin fiction #red dead diluc

[teenandbeyond]

I just had an idea. Senku x fem reader where they play strip poker together and it ends in smut 👀

Senku x Fem. Reader

I actually had this idea forever ago and forgot about it, you made me want to dig it up. Edit: Gender isn't really specified, so anyone could read.

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🧪Strip Tease🧪 (Dr. Stone)

Warning(s): Old Writing(didn't edit, idk what this is), never played poker ever, Smut, idk really, childhood friends till adulthood changed things

When you practice strip poker with Senku...it turns into you practicing other things...

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“Did you really need me to practice with you?” Senku grumbled from his seat.

“Well, I needed someone who wouldn’t care. I could’ve asked Taiju, but he likes Yuzuriha so I’m not even gonna bother him with that. That left you.”

“Don’t you have those other lame friends?”

You muttered a reply as you got out the cards to shuffle them, “Exactly, lame. They pretend when it’s convenient. Since I’m playing with them tomorrow anyway, I might as well learn how beforehand-- Besides, they’re either desperate to see me naked or would be too embarrassed, I’d probably leave early.”

“I don’t see the problem with it. It’s just being naked.”

Your eyes finally flickered up to him, “Exactly why I picked you—What’re you risking first?”

“You know the rules?”

“Mhm. Choose.”

“Watch.”

You dealt five cards for each of you, “I pick my jacket. Winner doesn’t have to remove anything.”

You kept your five cards, while Senku decided to exchange two from his hand.

“You sure you don’t want to exchange any cards?” he smirked.

“I got a pretty good deal, so I’m good.”

“Alright then, hit me.”

With a victrious grin you smack down your hand, “Flush. Beat that!”

His smirk didn’t drop as he carelessly tossed his hand onto the table, “Four of a Kind.”

“Wha—”

“Don’t you have a jacket to get rid of, [Name]?”

You sighed, slowly taking it off, “Yeah, yeah. All right, let’s try this again…”

You dealt the next hand, Senku simply exchanged one card.

Feeling betrayed from last time, you decided to exchange two cards.

“I doubt you’re going to win this time, so I’ll bet my shirt,” Senku held his poker face.

But unfortunately for him, you had a very good hand.

“I’ll bet my shirt, too. Go for it, Senku.”

“Three of a Kind.”

A chuckle bubbled from you, “Straight.”

He sighed, dejected and began to unbutton his shirt.

You found yourself watching in anticipation as the last button was undone, swallowing as it rolled off his shoulders and to back of his seat.

He was actually much more defined than you anticipated, considering he seemed like a weakling most of the time.

“...[Name].”

You must have zoned out, “I—Uh—Huh?”

He raised a brow, “Are you dealing, or what?”

“Oh…Oh! Right…”

You did your best to avoid looking, so you wouldn’t find yourself staring again.

“I'll bet my watch,” Senku leaned back to watch you.

You tried to not notice the way he unconsciously spread his legs, fortunately the table blocked most of the view.

“My shirt again,” you informed.

After dealing, you showed your hands again.

He’d won this round.

Now that it was reality, you were a little flustered at the idea of being half naked in front of him.

Mainly due to the little, itty-bitty, tiny, minuscule crush you had on him.

That was actually far from any of those things.

Then you reminded yourself, Senku doesn’t think anything of it.

He wouldn’t be attracted, so it didn’t matter, right?

You took a deep breath as your played with the hem of your shirt, before tugging it over your head.

It was a shame you missed his expression while your vision was obstructed.

“…Looks like you’re losing.”

You scoffed, “Please, we just started. You may be a science wiz, but games are my territory.”

“Watch.”

“Pants.”

You had a great hand, so great there was no way Senku had the only hand that could beat it.

“You’re done for, Senku!”

“Straight Flush? Not bad.”

Your brows furrowed, “Why don’t you seem worried?”

A cackle passed his lips, which made your eyes go wide.

“There’s no way!”

He tossed his hand onto the table top, a dark smirk taking over his expression, “What was that about games being your territory, [Name]? Because I just won this, Ten Billion percent.”

A Royal Flush.

Your body warmed in embarrassment as your eyes flickered down to your pants.

You’d have to take them off in front of Senku.

“Rules are rules…”

You dragged the pants down your legs and tossed them to the side where your shirt laid.

Now you felt a little embarrassed for your underwear choices, since it was only you who saw what you wore, you tended to wear really cute sets.

But when your gaze trailed from your thighs to the man in front of you…you were caught by his stare.

Why was it so intense?

Why was is so quiet?

Why couldn’t you... look away?

And why…why was it affecting your body?

“[Name].”

The sudden deepening of his voice sent a jolt through you.

“Yes?”

“You know, considering I got the best hand anyone could possibly get…don’t you think it qualifies for the rest of your clothing, too?”

“Uh—Huh? But I’d be n-naked…”

“Isn’t that the point?—What happened to not caring?”

Well, it’s hard not to care when he’s looking at you like that.

“I—well…”

“[Name]…are you nervous?” he teased.

You decided to hide your face, and hide your top half using the table considering the view he had wasn’t great under it.

But he simply just pushed the table to the side, the dragging of the table legs morbidly dramatic to you.

“What’re you hiding for? It’s not a big deal.”

In replacement, you placed your feet in the chair, using your legs to hide a little.

But that only made things worse, his gaze dragged lower and lower before they focused in between your legs.

His expression was one of amusement, while yours was more timid…now he knew everything.

He leaned back in his chair far too casually again, legs yet again spreading unconsciously.

Or perhaps it was intentional this time, you didn’t know.

He leaned his head on his knuckles, silver watch shining due to the light above.

“I haven’t touched you yet and you already gave me a visible reaction.”

Your body warmed more, but most of it was more focused in one area.

“Yet…?”

“I must admit, I came with pure intentions, but I don’t think I’m leaving the same way I came.”

Gloved hands teased you everywhere they went.

“You’re like a little science experiment,” he chuckled.

You were completely breathless, “Sen—kah!”

“I had a few hypotheses to test. They seem to be going well so far.”

The black gloves touched every inch of skin he could as you sat on his spread legs.

The contrast of his black slacks and latex gloves gave you butterflies.

“Why did you have to be a scientist?” you groaned.

He knew all the right places, curse those books, curse the internet.

Then his fingers, finally, finally touched you where you wanted.

He rubbed against the damp cloth, “We should take these off, hm?”

You swore his voice right in your ear was affecting you in an entirely different way.

“We should.”

A gasp, as he tears away a glove to please you with bare skin.

Eyes rolling back as he’s pounding you into the table a few minutes later.

A whimper as his gloved hand explores your back and trails to your behind.

Your voice cracks, as you cheek rubs against the surface, the last card clinging to the table finally fluttering to the floor.

“Been wanting to do this so long,” was all he could grit out, “You’ve got me thinking all irrationally for you…”

Muttering praises in between his thrusts, mumbling how you’re such a good test subject.

And, oh, how beautiful you were, how cute, which tempted him to turn you around and kiss you.

It was so intense, so careful, and there seemed to possibly even be love there.

“Senku…”

“You’re not playing this game with them tomorrow. Not that’d you’d be able to walk anywhere far tomorrow, anyway…”

#ishigami senku #dr stone senku #senku ishigami #senku #senku smut #senku x reader #senku x fem.reader #anime

[lustbile]

ok i heard u wanted blurbs so i am here. i would loooove whatever ur brain could come up with w u and jeno starting to date and he introduces u to the rest of the dreamies and ur all nervous n shy so jeno's all affectionate n touchy to calm u down but all the dreamies clown him for it idk i want it i hope this makes sense!!!

okay so I have not written anything that doesn’t involve smut since like the first thing I ever posted, and even then I think it was vaguely sexual. so bear with me in this okay. let me get my little paws all over some domestic bliss jeno because if anyone is going to pull something fluffy out of me it’s him. 

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“And if they hate me,” you start, mindlessly turning your finger in front of you as you speak, working through the worst case scenarios that have been building in your brain since this morning. 

“They won’t hate you,” Jeno responds, his tone showing clearly how exasperated he is with your dramatics. 

“I didn’t say they would,” you defend, facing him with wide eyes as he stares at you blankly, “I said if they hate me.” 

“And I’m saying,” he speaks over you before you can finish, his hand reaching to pinch at the bridge of your nose, “they’re not going to hate you. So shut up.”

“Rude.”

“Anyways,” he continues, ignoring both your interjection as well as the dirty look you toss him, “that’s the whole reason I invited you guys out for ice cream. We’re on neutral ground, public place, just hanging out, and there’s nothing to be worried about.”

“Now are you introducing your romantic partner to your friends,” you start with a serious enough tone that he looks at you intently, “or introducing your new nervous dog to your pre-established socially confident dogs?” 

“Give me a break,” he groans, grabbing you quickly by the shoulders and pulling you into his chest. You squirm and giggle as he all but wrestles you into submission, but ultimately you can’t act like you don’t love it when he has your face twisted up towards him, allowing him to smother kisses all over your face. 

“You. Are. So. Obnoxious,” he says between kisses that get wetter and wetter every time they land on your skin, and you yelp out in shock when he sneaks a bite onto the tip of your nose in the mix of the commotion. 

“You love me Jeno Lee! You love me and you can’t even hide it,” you exclaim as he crushes you in a hug, your hands lifting at squeezing at his tense biceps as his hold slowly shifts to a headlock. 

You continue to squabble, pinching and cooing over each other, until you hear a loud smack on the table you sit at, someone clearing their throat making you sit up in surprise. 

You still lean into Jeno’s arms as he refuses to let you go, your eyes immediately landing on the boy you know as Haechan from all the pictures your boyfriend showed you. His smile is bright, but incredibly teasing, and you can only imagine the wideness of his eyes is from him emulating you.

“Oh Jeno Lee,” the one you’ve been told is Chenle starts in a high tone as he leans against Haechan, who still stares at you in faux shock, “you love me, and I love you, and you’re so handsome and muscular.”

“Don’t start,” Jeno warns, his voice a lot deeper and threatening than you’ve ever heard him use towards you, which comes as a shock considering how much you love to push his buttons. 

“What?” Chenle all but squawks as he narrows his eyes at your boyfriend, “that’s literally what you two were doing when we walked over.”

“I don’t care,” Jeno mumbles as he starts to stroke his fingers across the skin of your arm, glancing down to make sure your nerves haven’t consumed you again, “I told you to be nice.”

“Ah Chenle,” Jaemin cuts in, clapping the younger boy on the shoulder, “don’t play with a man when he’s in love. You’re always asking for trouble.”

“Anyways,” Haechan begins, “now that you’ve mostly escaped the grasp of the love sick puppy, I’m Haechan.”

“Hi, Haechan,” you respond with a soft smile, offering your own name in return. The other boys follow immediately, excitedly telling you their names, and you wonder how any of them survive when they’re together with the overwhelming energy each of them carry. 

“So I need to ask,” Renjun leans in when the introductions die down, moving his hands as if he’s measuring something in front of him, “what size collar did you have to get for puppy boy here?”

He gets a smack on the shoulder as Jeno leans across the table, not nearly as hard as it could have been, but enough to incite more chaos. 

“Don’t act like that Jeno,” Haechan eggs on, agreeing with Renjun purely for entertainment, “we’ve all noticed how whipped you’ve become lately, so the least you two can do is admit it.”

“Don’t have to admit anything to you,” Jeno scoffs, curling into you in a way that you don’t think he’s aware of. 

The eyes of the boys that sit across from you turn to you now, shockingly holding back from more comments as they seem to wait for your response. 

You rack your brain for what to say, your heart beating fast as you try to decipher what they’re looking for a response to. But once you let out the first thing you can think of, the approval you get from the peanut gallery is immediate, and even though you’re not sure if it’s from just what you say or how casually you manage to say it, it  has you grinning in relief. 

“His collar is extra large.”

#Jeno fluff #jeno blurb #nct fluff #nct blurb #ask

[jigokuhana]

while im on my One Piece hyperfixation, i gotta say that idk how ppl can immediately headcanon Sanji as gay or trans when pretty much everything he does or dealt with when it comes to sexuality & (albeit badly written) trans characters, prior to Kiku & Yamato, actively goes against those headcanons.

Oda hasn’t exactly helped Sanji’s character in that regard. considering any trans women are mostly shown as tasteless okama jokes who dont understand the concept of personal space or rejection. yeah yeah, cultural differences & kabuki theater history & all that, but Oda’s got some shitty jokes to make up for. Kiku & Yamato only get him so far. the Newkama bit in Impel Down is a gray area since ppl could literally be turned into their chosen gender, but it still could’ve been handled much better.

if anything, Oda has written Sanji to have every reason to be homophobic and transphobic. considering how most of the okama have pretty much all been shown with overtly masculine features, Sanji more than likely just sees them as predatory gay men in drag. and through that perception probably can’t accept trans women unless they’re pretty & 100% pass like Kiku does.

for this reason i’d like to see him interact with Yamato more, so he can finally get some form of nuance in regards to sexuality & gender presentation. hell, i’d love to see his reaction to Kiku being trans, getting on the defensive due to his 2 years of unwanted pursuit & forced ‘transition’ (which basically came off as just him being caught & brainwashed, since he tossed the femme getup & shows obvious anger/disgust with okama), and then Kiku just being a respectful human being & that just throwing Sanji for a goddamn loop. not even in a romantic way, but just as a platonic interaction that leads to more understanding.

obviously i don’t expect Oda to even attempt anything like that in canon, since it’s not a theme that’s important to the plot & i don’t trust him with that kinda subject anyways. but i’d like to see more fanfic writers take a stab at those kinda scenarios.

by all means make Sanji trans, nonbinary, or bisexual. but i really just wish people would take his badly written experiences into consideration before just having him be suddenly fine w/ being anything other than cis & straight from the get-go.

#my thoughts #kind of turned into a rant #my bad #one piece #sanji #blackleg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #for all that i cant hate sanji #poor guy's been through some shit #and he's a good guy #just...thrown into badly written scenarios

[roppiepop]

Age swap AU?

Im also assuming this for jaytim, but correct me if I’m wrong or u meant this to be reverse robins!!!

1. Since we’re just swapping Jay and Tim here, Dick is still first Robin and goes through,,,, all the things he did to get to the Nightwing point. We don’t get Tim as 2nd Robin here, maybe never Robin at all. He is a silent spectator to how sad Bruce is that him and Dick are in a rocky place, but before he even considers making a confrontation- enter Jason Todd.

2. So maybe Tim feels a little protective over this new Robin, a little fond. He’s way more trained than Tim could ever be but he can still give a few nudges, clue in the kid when he misses evidence. And maybe the concern bleeds into civilian identities too- there’s no reason for Tim to befriend a middle schooler, but he can keep tabs, nothing wrong with that. If that means he goes out at night more often then that’s his business and no one else’s.

3. Eventually he captures Oracle’s eyes maybe, Batman and the Robin’s never really registered his stare and Tim intends to keep it that way. Maybe he and Babs start working together. In what capacity? Who knows- as much as is needed i guess. Maybe working with Oracle finally gets him in direct contact with all the other bats. Mostly Huntress, probably, just bcs the dynamic duo are rarely out separated.

Ideally sometime after these standing cooperations Jason seeks Tim out himself, and maybe after a nice talk he properly registers that Tim is kind of everywhere. (This comes off a lil creepy bcs it kind of is but i think Jason would find it pretty cool shsbsbsnehe)

4. Bruce doesn’t like Tim, for obvious reasons. Or maybe he does, for also obvious reasons. It’s a toss-up most days, but he’s kind of the minority on that front. Maybe he warms up to Tim when Jason dies. (Maybe he doesn’t have to die, really. Maybe it’s good for his character. Either way he gets the LoA training arc)

5. Regardless, by the time he comes back it’s Tim who clocks it before anyone else does. The specifics of Jason’s plan depends on wether or not he died but he’s definitely striking out on his own lmao maybe he just asks for Tim’s silence, maybe its a be my robin situation idk, but Jason’s always been Tim’s robin and he was going to look after him regardless of wether or not he asks.

Is this not!fic? Im p sure we’ve crossed over from HCs to a rough outline dhsbsbsbsbsb i hope there’s something to enjoy regardless though lol tysm for coming in!!!!!

#roppie gets a question? #jaytim #what is two years but an eternity in the vigilante lifespan #I’m p obsessed with the idea of tim as a free agent if that wasnt obvi shsbsbsn #but also seeing jason throughout his robin tenure while being old enough be rlly familiar w the dynamics the kid was brought into #ofc he’s invested #maybe in this timeline jasom gets to have his own teen team

[shikai-the-storyteller]

I spent a long time thinking about what Pokemon each of the cubito Karmaland boys would have, going as far as cross-checking the Pokedex entries for each choice, and what they’d do in the Pokemon world, so please indulge me and the hours I spent working on this monstrosity (and if you have any suggestions I didn’t think of, please toss them my way!):

**Please note that not every Karmaland member has a full team of 6 Pokemon because I don’t think every member would be a Pokemon trainer!**

Rubius - came to Karmaland to challenge its champion, Vegetta, but wound up befriending him and stuck around. They still battle for fun on occasion, but no one knows who won their original fight.

Ursaluna - Teddiursa was Rubius’ first Pokemon, and he’s traveled with it ever since. It is, at this point, stupidly over-leveled.

Alolan Ninetails - Evolved from a Vulpix given to him by Nieves

Gengar - A playful but powerful Pokemon that likes playing tricks on people, just like Rubius

Torracat - Evolved from a Litten, which was a gift from Vegetta

Gardevoir - An allusion to Rubius’ relationship with gender-fluidity (the irony is this is a very loyal pokemon, but Rubius is very fickle with his loyalty)

Pikachu - idk man, Rubius just seems like the kind of guy who would have a Pikachu

Alternatives / “maybe”s

Umbreon - I don’t have any solid, reasoning for this I just think he could have one

Vegetta - Karmaland’s very handsome Pokemon Champion who’s been trying to put together an Elite 4 team for years with little success. Has 7 Pokemon because he only uses 6 of them for actual Pokemon fights, and also because I say so.

Purugly - Not used for battles! Solely a companion Pokemon that Vegetta loves to dote on. I chose this simply because it reminds me of his IRL cat Kira.

Goodra - A very friendly Pokemon that likes to give its trainer sticky hugs. (Vegetta hates the mess but loves his Pokemon). “A Pokemon that’s known for being clingy, and hates, hates being alone” (remind you of anyone? 🥲)

Mega Mewtwo X - Mandatory Super Saiyan DBZ reference

Lycanrock - Night Wolf reference! Loyal, stubborn, and tough, just like Vegetta!

Mismagius - Witch! “Mismagius have been known to cast spells to make people fall in love, so some people search for this Pokémon as if their life depended on it.”

Milotic - A Pokemon known for its beauty; it’s said that the very sight of it can calm people’s hearts.

Corviknight - Crow, chosen over other Pokemon crows because their associations / Pokedex entries don’t fit Vegetta’s personality. This one doesn’t fit him perfectly either, but it’s the best choice of all the crows.

Alternatives / “maybe”s

Galarian Ponyta / Florges

Espeon

Dragonair

Decided against Hattena / Hattrem because its personality doesn’t suit Vegetta

Delcatty - Cute and fits his vibe, but Purugly reminds me more of Kira.

Quackity - can’t keep a Pokémon partner to save his life. Showed up in Karmaland with no Pokemon, no Pokeballs, and no money. The Pokemon he eventually winds up getting are incredibly under-leveled, and don’t tend to stick around for long (except for his Ditto). Despite this, when Vegetta announces the opening of a new Pokemon Gym in Karmaland, Quackity is determined to become a Gym Leader (a campaign which ends as well as his mayoral one did)…

Ditto - Representative of Quackity’s ability to adapt to any situation for the sake of survival. On a less-grim note, Ditto’s :) face reminded me of Quackity’s :] face.

Quaxly - Tentaculos (and also because Branding™). I like to imagine it was a gift from Luzu.

Wartortle - Merlon Vegetta. Wartortle is associated with longevity, which is ironic considering, well, you know…

Alternatives / “maybe”s

Eevee - gift from Luzu, who saw Quackity’s potential and adaptability

Psyduck - gift from Rubius (lol)

Luzu - an ex-Gym leader who was training to become Pokemon Champion for his home region. Rumor has it he was disqualified from the Pokemon League after some kind of incident, but the details are unclear. All people know is there’s a lot of bad blood between Luzu and his old partner…

Crobat - Must have high friendship with this Pokemon to evolve it. Shows that, despite all appearances, Luzu is still a kind and loving person at heart.

Dragonite - A Pokemon known for its kindness and known for saving people. Looks kind and gentle, but can also be powerful and dangerous, just like Luzu.

Houndoom - Evolved from Houndour, a gift from his old partner. “If you are burned by the flames it shoots from its mouth, the pain will never go away.” Representative of Luzu’s habit of forming grudges and seeking revenge.

Arcanine - u know, because tigers.

Zoroark - Simultaneously represents Luzu’s loneliness and his self-sabotaging vengeance in the name of revenge. “Seeking to ease the burden of solitude, lonely Trainers tell Zoroark to show illusions to them. / Heedless of its own safety, Zoroark attacks its nemeses with a bitter energy so intense, it lacerates Zoroark’s own body.”

Dusknoir - I don’t really have a strong reasoning for this, Duskull just really reminds me of Luzu because of the “hoodie”, and I think Luzu would evolve it to its final form if he caught one since he was a gym leader and wanted to become a Pokemon Champion.

Alternatives / “maybe”s

Absol - disaster pokemon

Morpeko - “good Luzu” and “bad Luzu” (inspired by this post)

Duckett / Psyduck - remind him of Quackity (?)

Sapo Peta - A traveler who roams from region to region helping people on their journeys. Always carries tons of potions and healing items to help newbie trainers. Used to work at a Pokemon Center before starting his travels.

Rillabloom - Fits Sapo Peta’s whole nature theme, and it’s got drums to help Sapo Peta with his ceremonies! Also: have you seen Sapo Peta? Dude’s jacked and his Pokemon absolutely would be too.

Machamp - Muscles (lol)

Togekiss - In contrast with the previous Pokemon, but representative of Sapo Peta’s hope, kindness, and desire to heal those around him. Togekiss aren’t found in regions where there’s war and violence, so he can’t use it much in Karmaland :(

Alternatives / “maybe”s

Venusaur

Enamorus - I actually don’t think Sapo Peta would have this Pokemon but I’m putting it here because what the frick??? What the frick???? This is a real Pokemon???? I stumbled upon this thing by accident a moment ago and I’ve genuinely never frickin heard of it until now. What the frick

Lolito

Tsareena - Gender™

Sneasel / Sneasler - This Pokemon is a bastard and so is Lolito

Murkrow - Same as above

Sableye - Reminds me of Lolito amassing tons of wealth at one point in Karmaland

Staxx - Declined Vegetta’s Elite 4 offer

Phantump - Titi. Found abandoned during one of Staxx’s long vacations. He adopted Titi, but he hangs out with everyone, so he’s more of a communal Pokemon. (Eventually, the original trainer tracks Staxx down and tries to take Titi away, but the Karmaland boys chase him off). “These Pokémon are stumps possessed by the spirits of children who died in the forest. It cries out to lure adults deep into the forest, getting them lost among the trees. It’s trying to make friends with them.”

Haxorus - I dunno, it just seems like it suits him.

Alternatives / “maybe”s

Cosmog - I strongly considered Cosmog for Titi after reading this in the Pokedex, “In ages past, it was called the child of the stars. It’s said to be a Pokémon from another world, but no specific details are known.”  It really suits Titi because he’s quite literally a child of the stars, but ultimately I decided against it because Visually, Phantump suits Titi better, and Phantump also has more Chaotic Bastard energy than Cosmog, and that also suits Titi better.

Willy - Declined Vegetta’s Elite 4 offer; no interest in battling.

Drampa - I don’t really have an explanation for this one, it just suits him.

Snorlax -  -_-

Alexby - Briefly considered becoming a gym leader, but was ultimately discouraged from turning his church into a Pokemon gym by Vegetta. Alexby seems like he’d get mistaken for a non-trainer who only has one or two cutesy Pokemon when in reality, he has some terrifying Pokemon backing him up. And he’d be a Trick Room player (bastard /pos).

Honedge - Reminds me of the cursed arm plot. “If anyone dares to grab its hilt, it wraps a blue cloth around that person’s arm and drains that person’s life energy completely.”

Mawile - “Don’t be taken by this Pokémon’s cute face - it’s very dangerous” just like Alexby!

Mimikyu - “A lonely Pokémon, it conceals its terrifying appearance beneath an old rag so it can get closer to people and other Pokémon.” As someone who wears a mask and hides his face too, I feel like Alexby could befriend this Pokemon easily!

Primarina - I don’t really have an explanation for this, I just think Alexby would have one. Plays into the whole “unexpected” part of Alexby’s character, and team.

Pidgey - Not really “his” Pokemon officially, but it hangs around his church a lot and he got attached to it because it reminds him of Fargan

Alternatives / “maybe”s

Runerigus - reminds me of the cursed arm plot

Fargan - Travels all over Karmaland and beyond helping with deliveries. Disappears for months at a time, but always comes back with tons of souvenirs and gifts for his friends (mostly Alexby).

Pidgeott - The obvious choice

Simisage - Because Karmajuana 😒🙄

Alternatives / “maybe”s

Jolteon

Illojuan - Runs the local Pokemart

Meowth - Cash Money

Munchlax - Idk I just think this would suit him. I don’t know Illojuan that well.

Mangel

Abra - Because this dude vanished off the face of the earth for the entire frickin series

#i talk #Karmaland talk #Karmaland Pokemon #This is about the characters not the streamers obviously #listen I just love Pokemon and Karmaland... #reposting because Tumblr FRICKIN DELETED the original post #but jokes on Tumblr I had this entire thing saved in a google doc #aaaand now it's just not showing up in the tag what is HAPPENING Tumblr

[genshin-side-piece]

A Matter Of Trust

IDK what this is. In the middle of working on the Capitan stuff, Diluc decided to invade my brain with the concept of what would happen if the reader unknowingly captured him and this is the result. Part 2 is to much for Tumblr and is on AO3.

This is Diluc when he was out whoring about for four or so years. Since he’s younger, I like the idea that he’s sassy and flirtatious, especially after a fight.

Warnings: Graphic Content (Blood and wounds), Implied Capture, Implied Prisoner, Implied Nudity, Light Bondage, Probably OOC for him

SFWish, 18+

You didn’t know where he had come from or who he was. All that you knew was that he had materialized while you had been gone and he was bleeding. It took a moment or two for your initial shock to wear off. Not the best reaction considering he was badly wounded, but what else could you do? You lived alone, in the middle of nowhere. It wasn’t every day that an incredibly handsome stranger turned up in your house, let alone unconscious on your bed. You had to get past the sight of him before you could ever start to help him. The face of an angel, broad shoulders, long muscular legs, and hair that was the color of fire. He was magnificent. He was also half dead.

Snapping out of your stupor, you set your basket down on the floor, rushing over to his side. While his clothes were practically coated, your initial assessment revealed that not all of it was his. The main source of his blood was a deep cut on his left side. You would regrettably need to undress him to see if there were any other wounds hiding under his heavy waistcoat and shirt. “Sir?” He didn’t respond. You pressed your hands into his chest, giving him a little shake in the hopes that would help. “Sir, please.” Another shake. “I’m going to remove your jacket and vest. Is that alright?” Again, nothing. He just continued to lay there, his brow growing paler by the second. “Fine.” You began the struggle of getting his jacket off. “But if you wake up, don’t be mad. I did ask.”  

Undressing him was a ghastly affair. In part because he was an entirely unwilling participant. Even with his athletic figure, he was still heavy for you. His arms refused to cooperate when it came to the tight sleeves of his overly ornate jacket. His torso flopped the second you let go of him. You would have had an easier time wrestling a dead puffer fish. It took every ounce of strength you had just to get his jacket off. By the time you were done, you, your clothes, the bed and him were all covered in a mix of fresh and congealed blood. The sight made you gag slightly.  As a small measure of revenge, you tossed the cursed jacket aside, taking the thunk of the chains on the floor as a personal victory. Good riddance to it. Thankfully the rest of his clothes were less of a challenge.  Even with the heavy gash in the rich fabric, the leather straps of the waistcoat unbuckled with relative ease and you were finally able to get to his body. Another small victory. In any other case, you would have celebrated that fact. In this one, all you could do was groan.

The laceration in his side was long and it was deep. You guessed it had been made with a sword, but you had to wonder. There was a Fatui camp over the next ridge. The deep burns on his shirt and around the edges of the wound made you wonder if he hadn’t run into one of them. It also made you wonder if they were looking for him. The thought alone made you pause. The last thing you wanted was to be arrested for aiding a potential criminal. Your friends were few and far between out here. The one neighbor you did know wouldn’t help you. The rest wouldn’t bother to wait for you to be gone before they looted your cabin. But the alternative was to let him die. Surely you couldn’t do that, could you? 

Your eyes went back to his face. They traced over his handsome features while you silently questioned what you should do. Letting him die was wrong. You knew it was, but you also had to think about yourself. If he had gotten in a scuffle with the Fatui, then it would be both of your heads if they found him. But that was a big if. Surely if he had they would have been here by now, right? Maybe he wasn’t what you thought. Maybe he was a soldier or a mercenary that was just passing through. Maybe he had been attacked by treasure hoarders. “Archons-” You rubbed the bridge of your nose in frustration. There were too many what ifs to justify doing anything but helping him. You had no other choice. 

Pushing off the bed, you made a b-line for the medicine cabinet in your small kitchen. He needed a poultice and some stitches. As for the rest, you could ask him how he got into this mess later, if there was a later. For now, you knew you had enough supplies to get him through the night, but you would need to restock come the morning. You rolled your eyes at the thought of dealing with the Fatui soldiers who seemed to occupy the roads these days. Archon forbid they stopped you and began to ask questions, especially when you were on your way home. If they were looking for him, then a basket full of medical supplies would be a dead give away. You could worry about that later. For now, all you could do was do your best to keep him alive. 

Thankfully when the morning came, the roads had been empty of soldiers. Thankfully you had been able to get up to the local outpost without incident or question. Only the owner had raised an eyebrow at your purchase and that was simply due to the amount that you were buying. You offered no explanation as to why. You just quietly placed everything in your baskets and went on your way. Your only topic of conversation had been about the Fatui camp that had been wiped out by an unknown vigilante a day or so prior. Apparently carnage and fire had rained down on your region’s unwelcome guests. 

Carnage. Your new housemate had been covered in blood when you had found him. Aside from the wound on his side, he had been relatively unharmed. It proved not all of the blood was his Fire. In addition to the blood, his clothes had also been singed in whatever battle he had fought. You had dismissed it to running into a Pyro agent. You clung to that theory until you fully undressed him. That’s when you found the delusion on him. It left a bitter taste in your mouth. 

Three days you watched over him. Three nights you silently prayed that you were wrong. That it was a case of mistaken identity. But in your heart, you knew it wasn’t. His body was rife with scars from other battles. The weapons on his person, including the giant claymore and the delusion proved he was deadly. The man, whoever he might be, was dangerous. The entire situation was dangerous. You needed to do something to protect yourself and you needed to do it before he woke up. 

Diluc felt exhausted. His last memory was of stumbling his way towards a small house after taking a strike from the business end of a pryo agent’s attack. After that everything was a mixture of reality and fantasy before it all went dark. The only thing he could discern was that to his relief, he was warm and dry. The feeling of a comfortable mattress and soft sheets added to his feeling of safety, though the lack of clothes was an odd sensation. Whoever owned the house must have helped him while he was unconscious. He could feel the bandages rubbing against the skin of his torso. There was a slight sting from the wound, but wasn’t entirely unpleasant. He went to touch it, only to find the resistance of his hands being bound to what he could only guess was a headboard. “Hm?” He twisted his wrists, feeling the bite of a rough rope against them. It was an peculiar sensation in his groggy state. Maybe he wasn’t as safe as he initially thought. 

Slowly, Diluc opened his eyes a little more, testing his bonds once again. The ropes were loose around his wrists and the knots were poorly tied. His captor wasn’t a very good one. He worked his lithe fingers against his bindings, finding they would be easy to undo if he needed to, but for now he left them be. He had been tied up for a reason. Diluc found that reason when he noticed the sword that was pointed directly at his face. “Oh” He looked you up and down pleasantly surprised by what he saw. As far as being held hostage, he could think of far worse circumstances to wake up to than you. “Hello.” You didn’t answer him. You just stared at him, scared out of your wits. He could tell based on how hard the tip of the sword was shaking. It was a little unsettling, but not unwarranted. The issue was that even if you held the sword wrong, the last thing he wanted was to be stabbed, again. Not after you’d gone to the trouble of getting him well.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Diluc blinked steadily, his eyes continuing to scrutinize the situation. You weren’t a threat to him. Even with his weapons and delusion on the other side of the room, he could easily disarm you. It wouldn’t take much. All he would need would be to get hold of one of your wrists and your positions would be reversed in a matter of seconds. It wasn’t something he was opposed to. He decided you would look cute tied to your own bed. You would look better tied to his at home. It had been awhile since his last tryst. He wouldn’t mind you moaning under him while he…  “W-why are you smirking at me like that?” He blinked again, his thoughts and his attention coming back to the present. “I apologize. I -” He feigned contemplating an excuse for a second before he continued on. “I was thinking of something else for a moment. It was entirely ungentlemanly of me.” He purposefully kept his voice even, in the hopes it would calm you down. It didn’t. You just insisted on standing there, eyes wide with fear while you held the sword level with his face. “Tell me, do you intend to stay like that or will you perhaps take me at my word that I have no intention to harm you?” “I don’t know that.” 

Diluc raised an eyebrow at you. He was entirely surprised by that answer. You appeared to be such a meek little thing. The fact that you hadn’t crumbled in front of him intrigued him more. You could be fun. “There’s a fatui camp not far from here. You dress like them. There’s also a rumor going around at the local outpost that a vigilante burned it to the ground.” He shifted his hips slightly, his smirk returning. Diluc could help but be slightly impressed. “You’re well informed. It is bold of you to make an assumption I’m connected to either based on the few words we’ve just shared. I’m a simple traveler, nothing more.” “It’s not exactly an assumption when you had a map to it in your jacket pocket.” Diluc let out a small chuckle. “It’s rude to go through people’s things you know, especially when they’re unconscious.” “Injured or well, it’s rude to take over people’s homes when they aren’t home.” Touche. “Your clothes were covered in blood. I emptied the pockets to wash them for you.” He felt slightly grateful for that. It saved him the trouble of doing it later. “Even if I hadn’t, you have a delusion and the outpost owner told me the flames from the attack could be seen for miles. He said he’d seen a man with bright red hair pass through a day or so before everything happened. You bought produce from him.” He watched you take a deep breath. “I’m not interested in any trouble from the Fatui or you.” “That is a tad awkward since I’m currently bound to your bed. I’m sure it would make some Fatui underling’s year if they found me like this. No doubt you would get a handsome reward if you decided to turn me in.” You swallowed, the edge that had been lingering in your voice softening slightly. “I’m not going to turn you in. I don’t want you here, but I know what they do to prisoners. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.” A sense of relief washed over him. It eliminated the worry of fighting his way out in his current condition, but it didn’t answer the burning question of what you did intend to do with him. 

For the moment he was happy to play your little game, but he knew it would get old, fast. He also couldn’t run the risk of the Fatui finding him here. It was all well and good to joke about it now, but news would spread across the camps in the region. Eventually someone would want revenge. The last place he wanted it to be was here and naked when they did. 

“So….” He lightly shrugged his shoulders. “What now? I am still at your mercy.” You bit your lip as a sign of doubt. The answer was you didn’t know. This wasn’t a normal thing for you. The signs were all there. Tying him up and holding him at sword point after he had woken up was nothing more than a precaution for you. It was likely you had thought he was going to die at one point. But he hadn’t. Now you were at an impasse as to what to do with him. You were alone and in your eyes, Diluc knew he was a threat. He knew you were worried he would hurt you or worse. Part of him was slightly insulted, but he didn’t blame you. It had been a risk to help him at all. You didn’t want to be rewarded with injuries of your own.  

Shifting again, Diluc winced as he tried to resettle into a comfortable spot. The sword lowered slightly at his sign of pain, but it didn’t go away. “Are you-?” His eyes found yours again, finding that the fear had melted into worry. “It’s nothing.” He lied. “May I offer a suggestion since you seem unsure?” The tip of the sword moved, a clear motion for him to continue. “You untie me and give me at least my pants back. Though if you prefer me naked and at your disposal, I’m sure we could make arrangements. I do owe you for saving my life” A light blush crept across the apples of your cheeks. It was adorable. “I promise to be on my best behavior if you do decide to release me.” Another lie. He would behave as long as you did, provided he couldn’t lure you into bed with him. Then all bets were off. “What assurance do I have that you’ll be true to that promise? I don’t know you.” Diluc lightly chuckled again. “Nor I you. I’m sure I found this place quite on accident. You could have turned me in while I was unconscious or worse let me die. But you didn’t. Instead you nursed a known vigilante back to health.” You chewed your lip again. “Now you have me in a weakened position. You could easily take that sword across my throat and I wouldn’t be able to stop you. A poor return on your investment if you ask me.” He paused to offer you another sly grin. “You won’t turn me in, I doubt you’ll kill me, so that leaves you the option of keeping me tied to your bed for the rest of our lives or letting me go.” In the distance, you both heard thunder rumble. An ill omen given the present situation. “I suppose it all comes down to trust, doesn’t it?” He watched you turn your attention back to him. “So my lovely captor.” The term of endearment grated on you slightly. “Do you trust me?”

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[martianbugsbunny]

Who Makes You See Color (A CaptainCroc Soulmates AU Fic)

This is a First Colors AU where people start seeing color because of their soulmates, but not at the same time. One of them sees color right when they meet, and for the other, it takes a while. Idk, I didn’t feel like going for the standard (though don’t get me wrong, the standard is gorgeous, it’s lovely, it’s maybe my favorite soulmate AU strategy and I would lay down in the road so it didn’t have to step in a puddle) and also I wanted the ✨drama✨*waves hands dramatically and does a funky lil dance*

Also, I ignored the bit where they briefly met in the bar because A) I forgot about it; and B) I like the Jolly Roger better for a First Colors AU. Ficcer’s prerogative, yeah?

Chapter 1 is below the cut. Have fun!

Rumple wanted to just give up and lie facedown on the deck of the ship. That pirate captain had kidnapped his wife. He gave Rumple a terrible, ominous feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knew that he was going to lose something, be it his wife or his dignity or perhaps even his life.

And of course, the moment he laid eyes on the pirate; the moment he knew his future was about to be thrown onto a different track, was also the moment he began to see color.

It was stunning, really. Almost so stunning it was worth it. The sea was glittering, sparkling, a thousand different shades intermixing in the ripples, the foam lighting up the deep waters. There were trees that, even in the distance, were so vivid they almost hurt his eyes. But what really took his breath away was that man—that wicked, horrible man—whose eyes were the same color as the sea, and just as complex. Whose dark clothing made him a beacon of horror, standing before a pale, drab sky.

Why did it have to be him?

Rumple had known it wasn’t Milah for years. She had never made a secret of the fact that she never saw color because of him, and since one of them was supposed to see it the instant they met, it was ruled out rather neatly from the beginning. Although…Rumple had clutched onto a vague hope, for a while, that perhaps their love was just slow to reveal itself for some reason, and the day would come when one of their worlds became tinted.

Well, the day had come for him, and it wasn’t Milah.

“Where are my manners?” the pirate captain asked. His tone was mocking, as though he and the crew were all laughing at Rumple…which, he realized, they were. He clutched his walking stick tighter, tears beginning to burn at his eyes. He’d waited his whole life to see even a glimpse of color, and now, he wished he hadn’t seen it at all. “We haven't been formally introduced. Killian Jones. Now what are you doing aboard my ship?” Captain Jones cocked one eyebrow, as if daring Rumple to say the wrong thing.

“You—you have my wife,” Rumple stammered, eyes riveted on the sword in Captain Jones’ hand. Oh, that sheer color, so sleek, so smooth, almost the same as the sky—that was the color of the bite of steel into flesh. That was what brought blood welling to the surface. Rumple briefly wondered what blood really looked like; he quickly pushed that thought away, hoping he wouldn’t have to find out.

“I’ve had many a man's wife,” Jones said carelessly. Rumple’s throat contracted. Why was his…soulmate…such a disgusting, slimy man? Why couldn’t he have been made for someone good?

“No, you...you see, we...we have a son, and he needs his mother,” Rumple told him. He didn’t even try to use love as a reason to get Milah back. Milah told anyone, absolutely anyone, who would listen exactly what she felt for Rumple. (Nothing.) It would be useless to play that card.

“I’m not much for bartering. That said,” Jones went on, smirking, “I do consider myself an honorable man, a man with a code.” That must be a lie, if Rumple had ever heard one. “So... if you truly want your wife back, all you have to do is take her.” He tossed a second sword onto the deck in front of Rumple. “Never been in a duel before, I take it? Well, it's quite simple, really. The pointy end goes in the other guy,” he said, laughing. As if Rumple were so stupid he didn’t understand how a sword worked! “Go on. Pick it up.”

Rumple didn’t move. What was he supposed to do? He could hardly cross his hovel without his walking stick; how could he duel a man who had doubtless been in hundreds of them? And for a woman who loathed the fact that he hadn’t died in a futile battle?

“A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets,” Jones said, in a tone that implied what Rumple deserved was death. There had to be a mistake; this man must be Milah’s soulmate. They talked exactly the same way.

“Please, sir,” Rumple pleaded, his voice breaking. “What am I gonna tell my boy?” Oh, Bae. As if his life wasn’t poor enough, was he to be left without a mother?

“Try the truth,” Jones said coldly. “His father's a coward.”

And with that, Rumple’s audience with the pirate captain was over. He left the ship, pondering what to say. He wouldn’t tell Bae that his mother had been abducted; that would be too painful for him, and he was too young to understand that Rumple couldn’t win her back.

He would tell Bae that Milah was dead. It would be a terrible thing for the boy to hear, but better, easier, than the truth. And with any luck, Milah might one day escape and return—no, she wouldn’t do that. Not even for Bae.

Rumple had to face up to the fact that his soulmate was a brute—and worse, his son would never again have a mother. The only person in his life would be…Rumple.

Well, then, Rumple was determined to be the best father he could possibly be. His boy would not live in the lap of luxury, but he would damn well be loved.

#once upon a time #ouat #rumplestiltskin #Killian Jones #captaincroc #captain crocodile #goldenhook #rumple x hook #hook x rumple #fic #ouat fic #soulmate AU #First Colors AU #martianbugsbunny writes fic

[ihaveatheoryonthat]

Here’s some more of that fluffy ‘twins as Reshiram and Zekrom’ piece. I liked this concept, but I’m not sure if I’m a big fan of how it really turned out.

As before, it’s very much an incomplete piece.

---

Iris frowned-- thoughtful, but in a way that suggested she’d come to an uncomfortable realization. “Hilda caught Reshiram, didn’t she?”

Only half listening-- trusting his brother to rein his attention in when need be-- Emmet automatically said, “Yep,” and so didn’t [notice] the look that passed between Drayden and Elesa. Slowly, the latter turned her attention to the elder twin; none of this escaped his notice, but, absent context, he had no idea what to make of it. He assumed his brother had simply committed a minor faux pas-- likely the visibly waning attention.

“Hey Ingo, gut feeling, do you think the weird Plasma kid captured Zekrom?”

“I would assume so.” He said blankly; he wasn’t entirely sure why, but saying things he didn’t understand was hardly a new experience. What was one more instance to toss onto the pile?

She hummed a contemplative affirmative and went on to ask, “You don’t have any idea who I’m talking about, do you?”

“...I’m afraid not.” Ingo admitted, flustered.

[…]

“Uh, anyway, I’m just worried that it could be… you know… still possible?”

“We’re human.” Emmet said flatly, though the angle of his smile suggested there was anxiety lurking somewhere beneath.

“Usually.” [Elesa this time] “But sometimes you’re a big, fluffy dragon, and it’s not always by choice.”

[I don’t want to bother w/ this right now, but we do establish that, in human form it’s fine; in dragon form, not so much. Idk how much this would work, but I kind of like the idea that, even though it was a test and there was absolutely no danger, whichever brother wasn’t the test subject automatically lashes out (just, like, vocally) as it’s proven that, yes, this could be a problem. Since Ingo’s getting a moment in a bit, it might be good to give Emmet this one.]

---

He perked up.

“Do tumblestones still exist? They must, right? It’s just stone, it can’t exactly go extinct...”

Without bothering to peel himself away from his twin’s side, Emmet gave a half-hearted shrug and, after a moment to unfasten it, handed his Xtransceiver over. “Have fun looking for rocks.”

[…]

Looking up from the Xtransceiver, Ingo frowned [not excitedly, but ???], “If we can get the appropriate materials, I can craft some pokeballs. That would circumvent the problems you’ve mentioned, wouldn’t it?”

“You can do what, now?” Elesa asked at the same time that Emmet, peering around his brother’s shoulder, said, “Apricorns?”

Without acknowledging the latter question, Ingo passed the device back to its owner, “It’s not a [craft] I’m particularly well versed in, but we could likely do worse.”

---

Emmet passed one of the pokeballs from hand to hand, considering it. The quality was better than the one that carried Gliscor, likely marking that as an earlier foray into the craft, but still a far cry from the uniform construction of modern pokeballs. It was heavier, for one thing, likely due to the fact that it was partially made of stone and, while cool to the touch, did eventually warm at the points of contact with his palm. He could tell where a tool had dug too deep into the material, only to be caught and the flaw smoothed out, creating a small but noticeable groove along the capsule’s side.

They worked like modern pokeballs, at least-- save for the features they were purposefully trying to circumnavigate-- and something in him distantly wondered if they felt the same. Emmet pointedly ignored the rogue thought and set the practice ball down. He cast an eye over the dark semicircles that had been carved from the black apricorns, but didn’t dare touch them. As much as he understood having backup materials, it seemed a bit excessive; Ingo clearly understood the process behind the craft, so why all the fuss? Did he not trust the quality of modern apricorns? Was there a difference in the density or the technique involved in carving them? It was an interesting process-- and, while not a hobby Emmet particularly wanted to pursue, shone a unique light on the manufacture of the modern day product.

[…]

“If you want it, this is for you,” He said, and placed the capsule securely in Emmet’s palm.

Emmet almost turned it over, conditioned to assume the white half of a pokeball was the bottom, but the distribution of weight suggested that wasn’t the case. These handmade pokeballs put the stone at the top, and, thinking back on it, it was plainly obvious which material was which: black apricorn, white tumblestone. He was holding it right side up already.

He liked it, he decided after the surprise wore off. He liked it a lot-- a unique design, a combination no one else could lay claim to.

Excepting, of course…

“Did you make one for yourself?”

“That’s yours.” Ingo said easily, [idk action tag?] “I made it for you, so it’s your call whether you want to match or not. I can put another one together, or use one of the pokeballs I already made.”

What kind of statement was that? Of course Emmet wanted to match. It would throw everything off to put the monochrome pokeball next to the red and tan.

[he says as much for now, but before the day is out, decides on something else.]

That explained the four extra tops and bottoms; Ingo had been giving himself room to learn from the last, and, ultimately able to pick from the best of the lot.

Emmet paused and turned back around, picking the black and white capsule up. As he’d done with the prototype, he [turned it over in his hands], considering it. Still nothing like a regulation pokeball, but orders better than the one he remembered inspecting-- no odd grooves or spots where the apricorn hadn’t sanded down properly. It was lighter, too; more of the material had been carved away to make for a sleeker product.

He hadn’t noticed at first-- hadn’t appreciated it at first-- but a lot of work had gone into making it the best it could be. Emmet set it down again, further back than before so no curious limbs could snag it and knock it off, and crept into the living room.

His twin was on the far end of the couch-- Excadrill draped over his lap and soaking up every bit of absent-minded attention she could get-- skimming an outdated report on Galarian battle facilities. Newer [editions] were stacked on the arm next to him, suggesting he was trying to make up for lost time. Emmet rounded behind him and leaned against the backrest, wordlessly announcing his presence.

“Show me how to make a pokeball.” He said without preamble.

“You would hate it.” Ingo said just as immediately, failing to look away from his reading material.

“Doesn’t matter.” / “You spent a great deal of time and effort crafting something you knew I would like. I can at least attempt to do the same.”

Finally, his twin looked up, meeting his eyes, “It’s a nice sentiment, but I didn’t make it expecting anything from you. There are enough pieces for four perfectly good pokeballs, and I’m happy to use one of those-- really, it would be a waste not to put any of them to use.”

“It just feels unfair. Imbalanced. I don’t like it.”

Ingo considered him for a moment and then, with a rueful pat, uprooted Excadrill to the next cushion over. He pivoted to sit on his knees, an elbow braced against the backrest so they could look each other head-on, “Think of it this way, then: I happened to have a skill that could be immediately put to use. I didn’t have to spend any time learning how to conduct it, only to acquire the materials and shape them-- and I was happy to do so. That’s what I want that pokeball to embody. If you have to be tied to something, it should represent that truth: that it was made because I love you.”

Emmet shot him a look and made to interrupt-- because if that was meant to dissuade him, it was an incredibly counterintuitive argument-- but Ingo pointedly charged full steam ahead.

“And I understand that you want to show the same, but please trust me, you would not enjoy learning this craft. Carving an apricorn would wreak sensory havoc, and I don’t want that for you; knowing that you’d put yourself in an uncomfortable position to make this hypothetical pokeball would really, truly bother me.”

There was a long silence as Emmet considered that, and, eventually, said, “At least guide me through carving a tumblestone. We can compromise and use one of your apricorn halves.”

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I looked at my notifs, and one of my favorite ROTTMNT fanfic writers visited my blog??? The stars in my eyes you would not believe, screams—

11 notes - Posted October 1, 2022

#4

I don’t know if it’s turtles having me feeling nostalgic, but I’ve had such an itch to get involved in fandom lately. I’m not much of an artist, and I don’t feel quite brave enough to try my hand at fic again. Gosh, it has be over twelve years since the last time I wrote, and I’m just too rusty. 

The ROTTMNT fandom is super cute, though. I’m deeply enjoying all the fic and art and other creative fan content that crosses my path, and the fans seem very friendly. 

It makes me want to contribute too, even if it’s just in a small way. In line with that, I’m thinking of putting together a fic rec list? Just not sure how I want to go about doing it yet, I’m tossing around several ideas ranging from a simple list to... something a bit more ambitious. We’ll see how it goes.

Idk, though. It’s so funny to me that once again turtles have me feeling like this. I’ve dabbled here and there in other fandoms, but the only one I was actually ever a part of was the 2k3 TMNT series from back in the day. So it’s just kind of serendipitous that ROTTMNT would be the one to make me feel this way again. 

20 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

#3

STUFFED CRUST!! ROTTMNT FANFIC RECS (BETWEEN 5,000 AND 15,000 WORDS)

Hello again, cultured turtle fans! Do you enjoy good fanfic? Hopefully so, because I’m back with more recs! Whether you’re new to the fandom and diving into the ROTTMNT fic scene for the first time, or a veteran looking for content you might have missed, my hope for this project is to point you to something you’ll enjoy!

This rec list is the second of three and focuses on short stories in the fandom, with a length between 5,000 and 15,000 words each. Much like a stuffed crust pizza, they’re the perfect option when you’re feeling for something indulgent, but don’t want to go all out. If you want to browse a little more though, feel free to check out the other lists below!

NEW YORK STYLE, BABY!! ROTTMNT FANFIC RECS (UNDER 5,000 WORDS)

STUFFED CRUST!! ROTTMNT FANFIC RECS (BETWEEN 5,000 AND 15,000 WORDS) — You’re here!

DEEP DISH!! ROTTMNT FANFIC RECS (OVER 15,000 WORDS)

If you enjoy any of these fics, make sure to reblog and spread the love! Don’t forget to check out the other works by these authors; many of them have written multiple wonderful stories not featured here that are just as good. Additionally, consider leaving the authors a comment! I’m not always the best at that myself, but fic writers work hard and deserve all the love in the world.

Now, let’s get to the recs. Bon appétit!

➤ ➤ ➤ PRE-SERIES

The Corner Store by KicsterAsh

12,790 words, 5/5 chapters

Character Focus: Raphael & his brothers, w/ Splinter coming in later

Genre: Fluff, Adventure

“I know what I’m spending my three dollars on,” Raph said. He and Donnie dragged Leo to the machine, which was near the front desk of the store, and sat him down against the wall. “Make sure he doesn’t fall asleep,” Raph said to his other siblings, before rushing to the front desk.

The man, who had been watching them since they dragged Leo into view, looked at the turtle as he ran over. Raph tried ignoring that he noticed this and only looked back once he had reached the counter, where his chin just reached over the top.

“Hello, Mister,” Raph said as politely as he could in his urgency. “How much is a small cup of hot chocolate?”

The man pushed up his glasses and looked at the machine. “It’s two dollars and seventy-five cents after tax,” he said.

“I dunno what tax is, but here.” Raph slapped three dollars down on the counter and then pointed at the machine. “Can you show me how to pour one, please? I’ve never done it before.”

I have such a soft spot for this fic; it was one of the first I ever read for the fandom, and it has the perfect blend of adorable turtle tot hijinks with just enough risk involved to make you concerned and keep the story gripping. To summarize the premise: Splinter lets the boys play topside in the snow while he scavenges for food and supplies, but is gone longer than anticipated. As the hours pass and the temperature drops, a young Raphael decides to break the rules and seek out human shelter to keep his brothers from freezing. All of the turtles’ budding personalities shine through in this story, but good older brother Raph is especially a treat here.

Lost and Found (Family) by ashtreelane

7,007 words, 2/2 chapters

Character Focus: April & Michelangelo, April & The Family

Genre: Fluff, Adventure

"Wow!" April says, her eyes wide with fascination. "Are you some sort of…turtle alien?"

"Yeah! Well- not the alien part, but I am a turtle!“

"So how can you talk?" April asks, leaning in to peek into Mikey's head hole. Her voice echoes slightly in the shell.

"Cause I'm not allllll turtle, duh!" Mikey says, smiling. "Our dad doesn't really like to talk about it, but he says that we’re the product of parental love and ‘unholy sorcery’!

"Oh wow! That’s way more interesting than how I got born!"

After being left behind on a field trip and struggling to find a way home, a young April finds someone just as lost as herself. A charming little story that tells how April met the turtles for the first time.

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101 notes - Posted October 27, 2022

#2

New York Style, Baby!! ROTTMNT Fanfic Recs (under 5,000 words)

Greetings, dudes and dudettes, and anyone in between! Do you enjoy good fanfic? Well, then you’ve come to the right place! As something of a collector of fics, I welcome you to peruse the many links below. Whether you’re new to the fandom and diving into the ROTTMNT fic scene for the first time, or a veteran looking for content you might have missed, my hope for this project is to point you to something you’ll enjoy!

This rec list is the first of three and focuses on ficlets in the fandom, with every one clocking in under 5,000 words. As such, all of them are also complete. Think of these as the New York Style pizza of fanfics: thin, but cheesy goodness that’s pre-sliced and ready to go when you have a killer craving, but no time to sit down. If you want to browse a little more though, feel free to check out the other lists below!

NEW YORK STYLE, BABY!! ROTTMNT FANFIC RECS (UNDER 5,000 WORDS) — You’re here!

STUFFED CRUST!! ROTTMNT FANFIC RECS (BETWEEN 5,000 AND 15,000 WORDS)

DEEP DISH!! ROTTMNT FANFIC RECS (OVER 15,000 WORDS)

If you enjoy any of these fics, make sure to reblog and spread the love! Don’t forget to check out the other works by these authors; many of them have written multiple wonderful stories not featured here that are just as good. Additionally, consider leaving the authors a comment! I’m not always the best at that myself, but fic writers work hard and deserve all the love in the world.

With that said, sit back, relax, and let’s grab a slice!

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An Act of Yokai Kindness by BiographyDivider

2,834 words, 1/1 chapter

Character Focus: Splinter & The Boys

Genre: Fluff, Angst

“Okay, boys,” Lou Jistu said, kneeling down to look his gaggle of sons in the face. “What are our Topside Rules?”

“Hats on all the time,” Blue said, pulling his beanie down a little further.

“Or hoods,” Purple chimed in, scowling at his brother for forgetting that he liked a big hood, not a tight hat. Lou nodded.

“And jackets buttoned up too, right? To your chinny-chin-chins?”

A darling little fic about Splinter taking the boys on a trip to the local library—what might be their last trip, as it’s become increasingly difficult to pass them off as human. Features both Turtle Tot goodness and some absolutely on-point Splinter characterization, and is just all around wholesome. 

Coming of Age, Coming to Terms by Drifting_Andromeda

4,018 words, 1/1 chapter

Character Focus: Leonardo & Splinter, Ensemble

Genre: Family Bonding, Fluff

“Huh.” Was all he said, which made Splinter chuckle.

“That’s not the reaction I was expecting.” The rat admitted.

“Really? What were you expecting?”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe some more denial? I was definitely in denial when I first realized I was attracted to men.”

Leonardo realizes something about himself on his 12th birthday, but struggles putting those feelings to words. Thankfully, his dad is there to both offer support and help him sort it out. 

Cradled Close by Poppyseed20

2,903 words, 2/2 chapters

Character Focus: Splinter & Leonardo, Ensemble

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121 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

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DEEP DISH!! ROTTMNT FANFIC RECS (OVER 15,000 WORDS)

It’s me again, folks. Do you enjoy good fanfic? We’re reaching the end of the line, but I’m here to hook you up! Whether you’re new to the fandom and diving into the ROTTMNT fic scene for the first time, or a veteran looking for content you might have missed, my hope for this project is to point you to something you’ll enjoy!

This rec list is the last of three and focuses on longfic in the fandom, with a word count reaching anywhere over 15,000 words. You’ll find a variety of fic here, from novellas to full-blown novels—some complete, but many still ongoing! Though it may be heresy on the streets of New York, this is the list you want when you’re craving something really thick to sink your teeth into: a sit-down experience exploding with flavor. Don’t have time for that, actually? Then consider checking out my previous rec lists as well!

NEW YORK STYLE, BABY!! ROTTMNT FANFIC RECS (UNDER 5,000 WORDS)

STUFFED CRUST!! ROTTMNT FANFIC RECS (BETWEEN 5,000 AND 15,000 WORDS)

DEEP DISH!! ROTTMNT FANFIC RECS (OVER 15,000 WORDS) — You’re here!

If you enjoy any of these fics, make sure to reblog and spread the love! Don’t forget to check out the other works by these authors; many of them have written multiple wonderful stories not featured here that are just as good. Additionally, consider leaving the authors a comment! I’m not always the best at that myself, but fic writers work hard and deserve all the love in the world.

With all of that said, it’s time for the recs. Let’s dig in!

Quick note: On previous lists, I separated the recs by the general time period they took place in. I’m not going to that here, largely because—uh. Well. Nearly all of them are post-movie! This fandom’s sure been active in the last couple of months, huh? Given that, I’ll be sorting them by a broader method, but yes. If you’ve not seen the movie, this is your warning that spoilers abound in the recs below. 

➤ ➤ ➤ CANON COMPLIANT

The Aftermath by Starrcrossrose

57,262 words, 9/? chapters (last updated 11/03/2022)

Character Focus: Everyone (Leo-centric)

Genre: Angst, Family Drama, Hurt/Comfort

It would’ve been easier to say what he was feeling, but he honestly didn’t know how. He wasn’t sure why, either. He knew his brothers would understand and comfort him and be there if he wanted them to be. Hell, Donnie’s surprise sleepover and everyone showing up for it in the living room had been proof of that.

Yet he still couldn’t do it. He’d tried to talk to Donnie and the pain on his brother’s face had been enough to make him never want to speak about things ever again. He didn’t want them to hurt the way he did; he wanted them to be okay and normal and happy.

You know they aren’t happy. Why do you keep pretending to be fine when the others aren’t either?

Leo squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face into his knees as he pulled himself into an even tighter ball. He wanted to go into his shell as much as possible, but at the same time, a searing energy was making his legs feel like he could run or swim for miles. He could just go and go and go until he collapsed.

Maybe… maybe that'll help.

Set a few months after the movie, Leo struggles with the long recovery time needed for his injuries to heal, both physical and mental. Unable to talk about it, he turns to unhealthy coping methods instead. The rest of the family is doing no better from the fallout of the invasion, however, with each of their own stresses mounting the longer things go unaddressed. That is until Chapter 8, when things come to a head...

There are a lot of post-movie recovery fics out there, each one unique. The Aftermath’s hallmark has to be in its slowburn foreshadowing, and excellent character writing. Throughout many chapters, we get a glimpse into the heads of just about every beloved character the series has to offer, including April and Casey Jr. Little clues to what’s going to go wrong are set up early on, but just like the characters, I was blind to how serious of a turn things were about to take until the problem finally reared its head. This fic does a good job of showing how important it is to talk to one another, even if it’s hard.

Aftershocks by Katiemonz, McBethins, octolingkiera, theashemarie, and this_kills_the_man

153,543 words, 12/15 chapters (last updated 11/06/2022)

Character Focus: Everyone

Genre: Family Drama, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

“Good game,” Leo said to Donnie, smiling at Mikey in the same sly way as before.

“Thank you, Leonardo, but as I’ve said Uno is—”

“But you still lost,” Leo continued. He swept the cards up and began to straighten them for another shuffle.

“Second place is hardly—”

“Honorary title,” Leo cut in again. “Mikey won, so we owe him.”

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268 notes - Posted November 6, 2022

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