#SweetSpicyHC

[velvette-creations]

Hurt So Good

Hazbin Hotel: The Vees x fem!reader 

Rating: Explicit 

WC: 1.4 k 

Prompt: Exhaustion for @sweetspicybingo (Hurt/Comfort Bingo Collection)

Warnings: Overstimulation, oral (f and m receiving), sex work, mentions of bondage and voyeurism, anal, threesome, some solid aftercare, reader is a fox/demon hybrid inspired by a very minor character on the show

Summary: Being involved with the Vees has its perks 

Your indigo fluffy tail swished, tickling the bare skin of the giant bull, pounding you from behind as drool pooled down the corners of your mouth. It dripped down the shiny pink ball gag strapped around your mouth and splattered on the sheets below. You clenched around him before soaking his cock. Valentino was delighted to nail the money shot in one take and quickly called cut since he was satisfied. You were thankful it had been an easy night. Once Frank slipped out of you, you rolled onto your back and blew him a kiss; your fox ears twitched before you rolled off the bed.

You pushed onto your tiptoes as you stretched. It might not have been a long night, but it had been exhausting. Your muscles constantly ached after an intense bondage scene, and a hot bath sounded so good right now.

“Baby, you were wonderful tonight, simply on fire,” Valentino purred, beckoning you over to him with a crooked finger.

You were still bare, covered in spunk, but you approached him, perching on his knee. “Thanks, Val,” you beamed. You learned quickly it was better to be on his good side.

“And here I thought Angel was my star. I think it might be you,” he cooed, scratching under your chin and making your tail wag.

“Nah, Angel is a diamond. He’s experienced. I’m just a novice at best, like cheap plastic jewelry,” you mumbled.

You jumped in Val’s lap as you felt a cable sneak up your back before lightly wrapping around your throat.

“Now, now, you wouldn’t be talking about my best girl in such a manner. That simply won’t do,” Vox’s voice purred.

“Silly me, just ignore my ramblings. I’m tired,” you said sheepishly, using a furry paw to cover up a yawn.

“You’re working her too hard, Val,” Vox chided, releasing the cable around your throat before setting his chilled hand against your back and nuzzling your shoulder. Soft shocks of electricity burst over your skin.

“The minions can’t get enough of her. I’m simply giving into popular demand,” Val reasoned.

Vox pulled away momentarily, then draped a silk robe around you.  “Well, she’s done for tonight, so let’s take care of her.”

Once your robe was belted around your waist, Valentino scooped you into his arms and carried you into the private quarters of the Vees. You hung tightly to his neck, always forgetting how tall he was. He placed you on the velvet couch and soon you had a lapful of Velvette as she perched her petite body in your lap, covering your face with kisses.

“My favorite foxy girl,” she purred, stroking your ears tenderly, and you felt like you could melt.

You fluttered your lashes, your eyes slowly drooping close as the exhaustion set in your bones. Velvette’s gentle pets were enough to lull you to sleep, but you longed for one last thrill to push you over the edge. To be tugged over the tidal wave, sending you crashing into orgasmic bliss before succumbing to sweet, serene slumber. Your muzzle pressed against Vel’s warm cheek.

“I wanna taste you,” you whispered, your claws furling around her skirt.

“Mmm, that sounds rather lovely to me, foxy girl. Go on then,” she encouraged, her fingers moving through your silky hair as you removed her skirt and panties.

You pressed your palm between her slender thighs, soaking up her wet arousal before taking hold of her hips. She was petite enough to manipulate easily, and you enjoyed making her come undone. You stretched out on the couch before lowering her to your face, your tongue eagerly swiping over her dripping slit. Her hitched moan was music to your ears, spurring you on to eat her out like a starving dog. Her cunt was delicious and warm, sweet nectar dancing against your tongue as you brought her to orgasm, feeling her shiver in your tight grasp as she squirmed against your face.

“My, what a show,” Vox hummed, stroking his hard-on through his tight trousers.

Your claws dug into her tender backside as she rode out her orgasm, grinding against your face until she went limp in your grasp. Your tongue eagerly lapped her clean, savoring every drop before removing her from her seat upon your face.

“Oh fuck me,” Velvette groaned, a broad smile dancing on her face in the aftermath.

“Our little vixen always knows how to satisfy,” Valentino smirked, pink smoke billowing around him as he sauntered to you, cupping your face before his long tongue snaked in your mouth.

One gloved hand caressed the black horns on top of your head as Velvette straddled your stomach.

“Come join us, Voxxy,” she piped up, waving him over.

You watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Vox removed Velvette’s top and bra, his metal fingers tweaking her pebbled nipples. Val pulled away from the sloppy, wet kiss, moving behind your head as he freed his cock. You felt Velvette’s weight slip from your body as Vox maneuvered you so you were on all fours. Val’s weighted cock slapped against your lips, making you shiver, opening your mouth to take him in. Vevlette straddled your back, taking hold of your fluffy tail, lifting it out of the way as her delicate fingers stroked your dripping, swollen cunt, preparing you for Vox.

You felt stuffed full as Vox sunk deep inside you while Val’s cock filled your mouth. Velvette’s slicked fingers played with the tight pucker of your ass, creating a makeshift plug as you gave into all the wonderful feelings, allowing them to use you like a little fuck toy. A sharp snap of Vox’s hips. Velvette’s tender stroking of your tight hole. Your drool puddled down the corners of your mouth as Val fucked your mouth. You couldn’t decide what was the best. All of it felt so damn good.

Your dripping pussy clenched around Vox’s cock as he used his gift to cause a deep vibration to roll through you. Two of Velvette’s fingers filled your tight hole, making you moan around Val’s cock even as your jaw ached. It didn’t take much longer for you to orgasm, feeling overstimulated from earlier. Bands snapped in your lower belly as you crashed over the edge, shuddering around Vox’s vibrating cock and Vel’s fingers. Your jaw went slack around Val’s cock as you rode out the wave until you were finally spent, allowing the serene blue waves to claim you. Oh, it hurt so good.

Your limbs turned to jelly as you were freed from all their appendages. Your knees scooted toward your chest before you curled into a fetal position. Your tail swished over your thighs as Valentino gave you a gentle pat between your black curved horns. Your fluffy ears smoothed back happily. Velvette may have been tiny in stature, but she made up for it in strength as she pried your limbs apart to wipe you clean with a warm towel. A happy yip escaped your maw as Vox began to brush your fur, making it gleam like silk. The three of them certainly knew how to take care of you. Suddenly, you didn’t care about the hot bath anymore.

As the three gathered around the table to enjoy an extravagant dinner from Voracious Eats, you curled in Valentino’s large lap as he fed you bites from his plate. You eagerly lapped up the delicious sauces and meats, savoring each delicious bite before letting out a soft yawn. The warmth of the food soothed your aching throat from swallowing down Val’s cum earlier.

“Our foxy girl needs some rest,” Vox chuckled before taking a long swig of his scotch. His fingers delicately scritched behind one of your ears.

“She worked hard today,” Valentino mused, scratching under your chin.

“It’s hard not to be taken under our little vixen’s spell,” Velvette cooed, reaching out her tiny hand to pat your haunches.

Valentino carried you over to the large bed. You pawed at the silky sheets before turning around in circles then collapsed against the little nest you created. Your eyes drooped close as you snuggled your face between your paws. Halfway through the night, you crawled on Vox’s chest, enjoying the soft thrum of his metallic body as his claws soothingly tangled in your fur. You moved over to Valentino next, making yourself a small ball on his chest, rising with each deep breath he took. That position served well for a bit until you needed something a little different.

You moved over to Velvette, gently nudging her away with your muzzle. Her hands stroked your face, making you wag your tail then curl into a makeshift donut shape. Velvette made herself comfy right in the center of your legs, her face snuggling against your soft, indigo fur. Eventually, Val and Vox snuggled up close on either side of you. With all three curled close, you stayed pleasantly asleep for the rest of the evening.

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Dreaming and Drowning

This fic will fill my "Take a deep breath." square on my Hurt/Comfort, Sweet & Spicy Bingo card. The prompt will be bolded in the fic. @sweetspicybingo

Summary: Michael is fascinated by Y/N. She isn't the only thing keeping him inside his vessel, but she's a very interesting bonus. Now if only he can keep Dean quiet for long enough to conduct some experiments.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Nothing too terrible. Show level violence. Some descriptions of torture. Threatened/implied sexual assault/non-con (nothing shown or described). Depictions of drowning.

Pairings: Michael!Dean x Y/N and Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 2,579

A/N: I'm trying to work my way through my requests but I'm still back in last December! 😫 I'm sorry to everyone who's put in requests, I'm working on 'em!

Anyway, this request was for a "fatal attraction" Bingo square for a different bingo. It was from the lovely @elle14-blog1 who asked:

Hello Dear Been addicted to your page lately Love the Dean fics So about the Fatal Attraction request Maybe could you write soft dark fatal attraction of Michael Dean towards Dean’s Gf..one of the more reason he doesn’t wanna leave the vessel… Ok bye bye Xoxo💖

That space for that bingo was claimed already. But I really enjoyed this idea, so I said I'd do it another time. Well, here it is. I'm not sure if it's what you were looking for, I hope so. Hope everyone enjoys. This is the first time I've written anything for Michael!Dean, so be nice. 😁

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Every once in a while Dean swam to the surface; he broke through heavy, cloying water to suck oxygen into his starving, burning lungs.

But the water was choppy and rushing, the current swept him along at a feverish pace and he could never swim hard enough or fast enough to outrun it; inevitably the cold, gray water would submerge him again and leave him drowning.

But in those few moments of clarity, he’d see her. He’d see the way she was bound, he’d watch the way his hands pulled screams from her lungs. As the water rushed around his ears, it couldn’t drown out the way her voice begged him to stop.

Not me, he reminded himself.

It wasn’t him. This was Michael’s doing. Michael was hurting her.

And who let me in? His own voice would answer back, before shoving him back down under the water with a sneering laugh. 

We both know she’s here because of you, because she wanted to save you from me. So sweet. But who’s going to save HER from me.

Oops, I mean save her from you.

***

Michael watched Y/N struggle, a soft smile on his borrowed countenance; she really was rather extraordinary, this particular little ape. He’d tortured her slowly, nothing too drastic to start, he didn’t want to permanently alter her, not yet.

He was very interested in her, interested in the noises she made when she tried not to scream, in the way he could feel the air shift almost imperceptibly when she held her breath against the pain. He loved to watch the way involuntary goosebumps erupted across her skin when he ran a finger over it. 

How strange, he thought, to not be able to control something as basic as the texture of your skin.

The human body was rather fascinating, hers even more than most. She was so soft in places, her skin bruised so easily, sometimes nothing more than a hard pinch brought a pretty purple stain to her skin. Harder blows bloomed blue and green almost immediately. Her blood ran dark red and tasted coppery with a hint of something more tangy just below the surface.

Is that the difference of her psychic blood? He wondered.

It was why he’d taken her to begin with. He’d been experimenting with all kinds of monsters, and they were finally starting to pay off, but he’d never tried mixing his grace with a psychic, he thought the results might be very interesting. So when a memory had surfaced in Dean Winchester’s brain about his psychic girlfriend, he’d decided to let her find him.

She and Sam Winchester had been searching far and wide for him, for Dean. He could have easily outrun them forever. But he decided to stay put for a moment and let her catch up. All he’d had to do to lure her in was let the ghost of Dean shine through his eyes for a moment and she came running, desperate to help.

And just like that, she was trapped in his web. 

He’d spent the first few days just getting to know her, testing her body’s capabilities and limits; how much could she bleed before she became too weak to stand on her own? How long could she hold back screams when he started cutting? How much force did it take to snap her radius, her femur?

He was thoroughly enjoying his experiments with her, simply healing her up after each one so that he could try his next idea. He’d begun to see what Dean saw in her, there was something quite beautiful in the way the ape struggled against the inevitable, the way she fought against him, knowing her efforts were completely useless. He liked the defiance in her eyes, it made his human body react in interesting ways.

Her pain and her resistance made his pilfered blood run hot and thick in his veins, made his body hard, made him run his hands up and down her body with no other purpose than to feel its softness. 

On his fourth day with her he had her stripped her down to her underthings, intending to burn her with the tip of a poker, curious to see what color her skin turned as it flaked off. He knew he was wasting time really. He’d experimented with her enough, he should be feeding her his grace to see what kind of hybrid monster he could make of the psychic.

But when he saw her in her bra and panties, memories that weren’t his surfaced in his mind, Dean’s memories of how she looked when she was beneath him, the way her head jerked back as she gasped with pleasure, the way her knuckles went white, bunched in the sheets, her body bucking into Dean’s hand, and suddenly he knew how he wanted to finish off his experimentation.

He’d never experimented like this before, none of the human bodies he’d encountered in the past had affected him this way. He wasn’t sure if it was some kind of pull from her psychic blood, or the memories he had access to, or if it was simply the enjoyment he’d already gotten from this flesh, but for the first time he felt an earthly need for the body in front of him. 

As he approached her, he saw panic in her gaze and wondered if her psychic abilities had allowed her to see what was coming. But as he registered her panic, he suddenly felt Dean back above water and screaming, roaring inside their mind.

Get the fuck away from her! I will rip you apart from the inside! 

Michael chuckled. Come on now, Dean. I know exactly how much you enjoy this body, I’m doing this as much for you as for me.

Michael lifted his hand to run his finger down Y/N’s cheek. She recoiled and he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. He did his best impression of Dean, smiling and hoping it looked friendly and not feral. 

“Don’t look away, sweetheart. It’s me. I know you love me, I know you want me. Let me make you feel better.”

He watched her face in fascination; her expressions ran the gamut between horrified, heartbroken, and lustful. But he could practically smell her hope, her need; she was absolutely desperate to pretend the man she loved was there and her tormentor was gone.

Humans really are odd little things. Michael thought.

Dean was still screaming, and then garbling his words beneath the ocean Michael drowned him in. Enough out of you, he thought with a smirk.

Maybe it was the cold smirk that did it, breaking the illusion that he was Dean, or maybe it was Y/N’s abject terror at the idea of what was about to happen. But the very last of her defiance seemed to pulse through her and something in her shifted. He could feel it in the way the hairs on his arms stood up, the way a deep, thrumming buzz began to sound inside his ears.

Y/N’s body began to pulse as well, like waves of energy gearing up. He raised a hand, his eyes glowing blue as he shot his grace towards her. The first beam hit her and stopped her, but she was soon powering up again, and when his grace surged at her a second time, she knocked it away with one of the hands she got free, snapping the chains that held her to the wall.

He pushed grace towards her again, but she wrapped herself in a psychic shield and broke her remaining chains. As he continued to fight, continued to pour grace out of himself and wield it like a sword, he felt Dean surface again. In his mind’s eye he could see him gasping and fighting for the shoreline. Michael tried to force him back under water, but he was using too much of his strength to keep Y/N back. 

And Dean was fighting incredibly hard. 

It was a two-pronged attack, from the inside and outside, and it was not something he’d been expecting. Y/N moved slowly, wrapped in her bubble, towards the bag she’d been traveling with when he caught her. As she reached the backpack, he managed to penetrate the bubble and sent her flying backwards.

Before he could press his advantage, however, Y/N was on her feet again and sending a pulse wave of energy into him, making him stumble backwards. She grabbed the bag quickly and from inside she pulled out a gold, metal, egg-shaped object. He could feel Dean leaving the water as Y/N began to chant in Enochian.

Before she was more than two words in, however, the impossible happened and Michael could feel Dean scream at him.

“Get out!”

His words were powerful enough to defeat Michael in his slightly weakened condition, and the archangel could feel his essence begin to be expelled from the body he’d resided in for almost two months. As he was forced out, he felt another call, another pull, and he looked on in horror as he was inexorably yanked out of Dean’s body right into the tiny space of the egg. 

The egg was tiny, but Michael fell for days, down and down and down, until he landed on a dark, rocky, moldy floor.

He looked around him and sitting across the floor was a human, glowing with the angel inside him. The angel looked very familiar.

The celestial who shared his name chuckled at the strange turn of events. “Welcome to the cage, doppelganger.”

***

Dean felt weak as he fell to the ground, as though he’d been running for days, weeks. No, not running, swimming, fighting against the current.

His muscles were shaking and he felt as though he might puke. Then he saw Y/N curled in a ball on the dirty floor of the cold, abandoned warehouse they were in and he rushed to her. He pulled off the suit jacket he wore and helped her sit up so he could wrap it around her shoulders.

“Y/N? Sweetheart?” He said quietly as she shook beneath his hands. 

She looked up at him, tears in her eyes; but under the tears was fear, stark terror, and suspicion.

“Dean?” She asked in a whisper, and he knew she still couldn’t trust that it was him. It hurt his heart to see the fear there; would she always see the sadistic angel looking back at her from now on?

He let go of her and moved away a bit to try and ease her worry. “It’s me, baby, it’s me. I promise. You got Michael, trapped him in that.” He nodded towards the egg. “He’s in the cage.”

Y/N stared at him, but then she shook her head slightly. “No, I didn’t get the spell out, you were already forcing him out. The egg just grabbed him as he was fleeing.” A small smile touched the corners of her lips. “You did it.”

Dean risked coming a bit closer again, reaching out a palm to lay against her cheek, rejoicing when she leaned into his touch. 

He leaned towards her and rested his forehead against hers. “No, we did it. We make a good team.”

A broken cry fell from her mouth as she threw her arms around his neck. He wrapped her tightly in his embrace.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I tried to get out, I tried to get to you, but I couldn’t. I tried and tried, but-”

Y/N cut him off with a kiss. Dean wept into it and didn’t even try to hide it. She tasted his salty tears and pulled back cupping his cheeks in her hands and shaking her head.

“No Dean, please don’t. Don’t put this on you, don’t punish yourself.”

Dean’s jaw clenched. “Yeah, why not? I let him in.”

Y/N brushed away his tears. “Yeah, to save Sam and Jack.” Dean opened his mouth to interrupt her again, but she continued quickly. “And if you punish yourself, you’ll hurt me too.”

Dean looked at her intently and she shook her head slowly. “We’re both safe now. We beat him. Together.”  She inhaled deeply. “Look, take a deep breath. Go on.” She encouraged when he didn’t do it immediately. 

He began to breathe in sync with her, timing his breathing with hers, but visions kept popping into his mind, the things Michael did to her using his hands, and he knew he hadn’t even seen everything; he knew there were things he couldn’t remember from when he'd been deeply submerged.

His breathing faltered and Y/N sighed. “I don’t remember all of it either.” She said; her psychic abilities were incredibly powerful, but he knew she wasn’t reading his mind - she just knew him too well, knew the way his mind worked, even from outside of it.

She cupped his cheeks again so he was looking into her eyes. “Can I show you where I was hiding a lot of the time?”

Dean nodded and she rested her forehead on his; he closed his eyes and let her in. 

There was suddenly a picture in his mind, like a memory, but he knew it wasn’t his. In truth, it wasn’t really a memory but a vision. In the vision he could see the two of them in an old hunter’s cabin; he remembered staying there once, years ago. But they’d simply holed up there for a night after a hunt.

The visions going through his mind had never happened. They were simply Y/N’s imaginings, the place she went in her mind to escape Michael’s torment.

In the vision Y/N and Dean cuddled together in the old bed and he was kissing her tenderly; they were having a food fight in the kitchen which she let him win so that he could lick frosting from her skin; Dean was reading to her and making her laugh by doing silly voices; they were eating pizza and talking animatedly about a hunt.

Then the visions shifted to a Christmas setting and they were sitting beside a big Christmas tree and he had the sense of being surrounded by family and loved ones, all laughing, happy and joyful, just beyond his eyeline.

In the span of a breath, he was suddenly back on the warehouse floor as Y/N broke the connection and pulled back. “I was only here sometimes, I ran away from him, as much as possible, ran far into my mind. And every single safe place in my mind revolved around you.”

He shuddered as she ran her hand soothingly through his hair. His voice was raspy with unshed tears. “I love you - so much.”

She finally let her tears flow free as she kissed him again. “I love you too.”

They clung to each other for a long time, finding their way back to one another and back to the sense of belonging they found in the other’s arms.

Finally Dean pushed himself to his feet and pulled Y/N with him. “Let’s get out of here and find Sam.” Y/N nodded, but before she could turn to get her bag, he pulled her to him for another kiss. 

When he pulled back, his green eyes were shining. “And it’s Christmas in a week. Let’s find that cabin, let’s invite everyone we know, and let’s make that dream a reality. Let’s not wait anymore to be happy.”

Y/N smiled widely and nodded, tears shimmering. “That sounds like a dream.”

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Reflection

PAIRING || Tony Stark x PA!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 2.2K

SUMMARY || The sexual tension between you and Tony has been steadily rising for the past few months. After the latest victory tour, it's reaching an all-new height before boiling over, marking the start of a new adventure for you both.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Everyone lives AU. Friends to FWB. Flirting. Sexual tension. Explicit sexual content.

WARNINGS || Use of nicknames. Reader is described as tattooed.

SMUT || Porn with plot. Dirty talk. Praise. Teasing. Edging. Fingering. Footjob. First time. Mirror sex. Bathroom sex. Unprotected vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it!). Cream pie.

A/N || This one-shot is written based on this request from a lovely Anon! I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for helping me develop this idea and supporting me while writing. Your help is of indescribable value to me, and I cannot possibly begin to thank you enough for it 🩵

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Masterlist || @multifandom-flash Beehive #1012 || Nothing can stop us now! Masterlist || @seasonaldelightsbingo || Can't tell a soul Masterlist || @sweetspicybingo Hurt/Comfort || Gentle touch

GIF: @ccbsrmsf1 || All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist

The last month has been nothing but long nights, little sleep, countless interviews, and even more appearances for you and the Avengers, but now you're finally on your way back to the Avengers Compound.

Steve, Bucky, Clint, Thor, Natasha, and Bruce are all asleep in the Quinjet, leaving you and Tony to be awake. Tony is seated in the pilot chair, and you are leaning back in the co-pilot chair with your sore feet in his lap.

"Have I ever told you you have some of the most beautiful legs, Gorgeous?" Tony asks as he rubs your feet, which he has done countless times after you've been in high heels for long days. As he rubs a particularly sore and sensitive spot, you moan softly, and his eyes immediately snap up to meet yours.

"Only a few times, but I will never get tired of hearing it from the most handsome man in the universe," you tell Tony, keeping your voice down as to now wake up the other Avengers.

Tony doesn't really hear what you're saying, because ever since you let out the involuntary moan, he can only focus on the fact he's gotten painfully hard. You can't help but notice as he spreads his legs a little wider to accommodate his hardness.

"Hmm, did I make you hard by moaning, Angel?" you ask with a raised brow and a smirk on your lips, and Tony can only bite on his bottom lip to supress the moan threatening to leave his mouth.

You have shifted your foot in such a way that you're practically working his boner with your foot, and his hands are now gripping the armrests of his chair, his knuckles turning white as his face turns a shade of bright red that starts to resemble the same shade as your dress.

All he can do is nod as you feel his erection under your touch, though his hand suddenly grips your ankle when he's getting dangerously close to the edge. A gush of arousal ruins your panties at his sudden assertion of dominance, and a soft gasp leaves your lips.

His eyes are dark as he softly lets his fingers glide from your ankle, over the floral tattoo on your leg, and up to your thigh. The gentle touch has you wanting more, and when his fingers caress your inner thigh, you know your panties are entirely ruined.

The sexual tension and flirting between you two has been visible for months, and it is finally coming to ahead. The addition of possibly getting caught by any of the Avengers as they wake up only makes it hotter for you both, and you're willing to see how far you can push him before he breaks.

While his fingers caress your thigh, you slightly tilt your head to the side, your legs spreading just wide enough for Tony to see the light blue panties you're wearing under your dress, and he gasps softly as he sees the fact that you're practically dripping for him.

A mischievous smirk lies on his lips as he leans forward even further, your foot still placed over his erection as he does. A low groan leaves his throat as you suck in a deep breath, his fingers now gliding past the edge of your panties and ghosting over your sensitive heat.

"Tell me you want this, Gorgeous. Tell me, and you'll have me," Tony whispers loud enough for you to hear. 

"I want you, Tony, all of you," you say in a breathy whisper. As soon as the words leave your lips, he pulls your panties to the side to expose your pink, puffy folds that are glistening from the arousal, and his fingers glide through them to gather some of your arousal.

Soon, he finds your sensitive clit, and he can't resist pressing down, at which point you're slapping a hand over your mouth to stifle any sounds, as you don't want anyone waking up. As soon as his touch is there, it's gone, and you're left wanting more.

"Let's go somewhere a little more private, Gorgeous," Tony tells you, and you nod while you watch Tony suck your arousal off his fingers. It's one of the hottest things you've ever witnessed, and you can't get enough.

As soon as you can stand, Tony guides you to the bathroom with silent steps. Once you're there, you feel relieved that no one woke up. The heat of the moment heightened your senses, but once you're in the bathroom's safety, you let out a deep breath.

Tony locks the bathroom door, and before you know it, he's pushing you against the counter in the bathroom, his cock pressing against your lower back as his hands softly squeeze your hips.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it? You decided to see how far you could push me before I gave in? It seems that you're in luck today, Gorgeous because I'm hungry for you," Tony whispers in your ear, and you moan softly at his words.

Without a second thought, you press back against Tony with your hips, and his gaze locks onto yours in the mirror. As you look at your reflection in the mirror, you can see your already fucked out expression, and he has barely done anything to you.

"I've been dreaming of this moment for so long," Tony tells you as his fingertips softly glide over the fabric of your dress until they reach the hem. You breathe in sharply as his long digits curl around the edge, pulling it up slowly.

"I can't tell you how many times I've thought about you when I fucked my own fist, imagining how you'd feel when you're squeezing the life out of my cock with your tight, dripping pussy," Tony says as he places soft kisses on your neck and shoulder, your dress now bunched at your waist, your ass on full display for him.

"Me too," you say, and Tony smiles at the thought of you playing with your clit as you think about him.

"Yeah? And what did you think about, exactly?" he asks you as he's slowly pushing down your panties, your legs spreading on instinct.

"Y-you fucking me." The words come out shakily, a soft whine escaping as Tony frees his giant, veiny monster of a cock. For a moment, you look back at it, and you're shocked as you do.

Tony's hand is working up and down expertly, and you can see a bead of pre-cum gathering at the tip, which he quickly spreads over his cock to act as a lubricant.

"Are you ready, Gorgeous?" Tony asks, his free hand gliding over your back in a soothing motion, and you nod before turning back to look at yourself in the mirror. You're met with half-lidded eyes, a flush on your cheeks, and your mouth slightly slack. A sight that will be engraved in both your memories for the rest of your lives.

Tony lets his cock glide through your folds a few times, and the feeling of his hard, veiny member has you moaning each time it hits your sensitive, swollen clit. However, there's only so much Tony can take, and before you know it, he's carefully working himself into your tight, warm pussy.

Your face is pressed against the mirror as he bends you even further forward, giving him the perfect angle to fuck you nice and deep.

His fingers are digging into your hips as he bottoms out with a groan, and for the first few seconds, he can't move as you're squeezing him so tight he's unable to move for even an inch.

"God, you're squeezin' me so good, Gorgeous, pussy feels like heaven," Tony whispers as he plants a few soft kisses in your hair, waiting for your body to release him enough to start thrusting in and out of you.

The moment he starts thrusting in and out of you at a slow, languid pace, you feel the knot in your core tighten immediately, and you know it won't take long for you to cum around his cock.

"T-Tony," you moan as he speeds up his thrusts, but instead of answering you, he pulls you against his chest, his hand over your mouth while he keeps himself working in and out of you at a steady pace.

"You need to be quiet, Gorgeous. You don't want to wake the rest, do you?" he groans in your ear, and you shake your head.

"Good girl," Tony whispers, and you squeeze his cock as he praises you, a wave of arousal flooding over his cock at the words.

"Do that again, Gorgeous. Squeeze my fuckin' cock with your sweet, tight pussy," Tony says, and you do. He speeds up his thrusts, effectively building up your orgasm until you're on the edge, needing just a little more to be pushed over.

"Are you close, huh? Is my cock-hungry slut close?" Tony asks, and you nod to the best of your ability, his hand still stifling any moans leaving your lips.

"Look at yourself as you cum; I want you to watch yourself as you cum all over my thick cock, splitting you open like a good girl," he orders, and the second your eyes are focused on yourself, your orgasm washes over you.

"God, nothing can stop us now, Gorgeous! You feel so fucking good when you cum on my cock, and I never want to stop splitting open your pussy on my monster of a cock," Tony growls, and you whine against his hand, your fingers gripping the edge of the counter tightly.

It only takes a few more strokes for Tony's pace to falter, and when you feel the warmth of Tony's cum filling you up, you close your eyes as he pulls you against his body.

"Hmm, you felt so good, Gorgeous. I definitely want to do this again. What do you think?" Tony tells you, and you let his words sink in, unable to speak quite yet.

As Tony patiently waits for an answer, Tony pulls out with a soft groan, and he cleans both of you up before pulling down your dress, keeping your panties in his pocket for himself to enjoy later.

Once you've found your footing, you turn around and lean against the counter, looking at Tony as you smile softly. The first thing that comes to his mind as he looks at you is that you're overwhelmingly cute, with flushed cheeks and a soft smile.

"So, did you give it a thought?" he asks carefully as he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear.

"I'd love to do it again, Tony, but we should keep it casual. Just friends and coworkers who happen to fuck each other too. No feelings, no commitment. Just a good fuck when we both need it," you say, and Tony agrees.

Despite the agreement you both made just now, Tony leans in to capture your lips in a soft kiss. His facial hair feels rough, the complete opposite of the way he kisses you. Your arms wrap around his neck as you pull him closer.

His tongue licks your bottom lip, and you gladly open your mouth for your tongues to explore one another, the feeling of Tony's hands on your body as they squeeze softly almost overwhelming.

Eventually, you pull away as the need for air becomes too much, and you tuck your face into Tony's neck, inhaling his warm scent. It's very familiar and gives you a sense of security with how your bodies are pressed together.

"We can't tell a soul about what happened, okay? I want to keep it strictly professional when the others are around," you tell Tony after pulling back, your gaze locked onto his deep, dark brown eyes. He nods in understanding, and you smile before letting him go.

The moment Tony steps away from your body, you already miss his touch, but you don't give yourself much time to think about that because as soon as the lock clicks, you're instantly back into 'PA mode.'

Tony opens the door before stepping out, and you quickly follow, only to be met by the piercing green eyes of Black Widow herself. Natasha looks at you both with a quirked brow and a smirk; her arms crossed as she takes in the situation.

Both of you get a deep red blush on your cheeks as you can already guess what she's thinking, and she would be correct. She knows what you two did in the bathroom, but instead of saying anything, she winks at you to let you know it's all good.

Your secret is safe with her. When she passes you both, you quickly go back to the passenger chair in front of the Quinjet, only to find there are about 15 minutes left before your flight is over.

The last few minutes are spent in complete silence between you and Tony, but it isn't uncomfortable. You two glance over at the other occasionally, and you can't stop smiling at the thought of what just happened.

You just had sex with Tony for the very first time, and you're already looking forward to the next time he'll be sinking his thick, veiny, monster cock deep into your heat.

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[loquaciousquark]

[Fic] Make This Heart a Shield [1/1]

Rating: T Characters/Pairings: Astarion/Tav Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Word Count: 8.6k Summary: Astarion is fatally wounded during the battle with Sarevok. With no healer in the party, there's only one way Tav can save him, even if that means ripping open all their vulnerable places in the process. Notes: While this fic wasn't begun with @sweetspicybingo in mind, it was finished with it. My bingo masterlist so far is here. Mild warnings for dissociation, self-injury to facilitate vampiric drinking, and typical Cazadoresque implications.

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“It’s the right thing to do,” Tav hissed to herself. Sarevok’s great two-handed cleaver swept down like a mountain. “It’s the right thing to do, the right—oh, gods!”

No right to be so large and so fast at the same time. They’d been fighting for what felt like hours and still the sword whistled on the backswing, sharp enough to cut wind. She barely threw herself into a tucked roll in time. She came up on the other side of Sarevok on her knees just as Karlach smashed her fiery fist into Sarevok’s face, and with a little luck she managed two deep, incisive strikes to the small of his back. He threw his head back in a yowl that sounded like two boulders crashing together, and then that great horned head turned to stare down at her in unblinking, glowing fury. His mouth still bled from an earlier blow; his chin was wet and red.

“Are you lot finished dithering about, or are you going to kill him?” That was Valeria, still chained near the pool, her nasal whine jangling over Tav’s nerves.

“The right thing,” Tav gasped, and scrabbled back just as the tip of the sword slammed into the stone floor between her feet. The paver cracked into a thousand jagged lines. “I swear to Hoar, shut up or I’ll shut you up myself—”

The last of the ghostly, bloody women near the back wall let out a shriek of laughter. Jaheira was harrying her as a panther, snapping and snarling at her edges, and as those long white teeth sank into the echo’s arm, the woman cackled again. A half-dozen wounds bled across Jaheira’s flank, but none badly, and Astarion—where—

An arrow streaked through her periphery. Sarevok seized his side with a bellow of pain, and a second arrow thudded next to the first. Long white fingers clamped down on her shoulder from behind and Astarion’s voice singsonged in her ear. “Come along, darling. This is no place for you.”

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Title: again and again we look up to the moon // 细算浮生千万绪

Fandoms: 莲花楼 Mysterious Lotus Casebook (TV)

Warnings: Rated E.

Relationships: 笛飞声 Di Feisheng / 李相夷 Li Xiangyi

Summary:  One different decision, and the bicha poison in Li Xiangyi's body flares up just before he is supposed to meet Di Feisheng on the ship in the East Ocean.

Everything unravels.

[Written for @sweetspicybingo's Hurt/Comfort Bingo 2024]

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Chapter One: 最危险的地方… Thunder rumbled in the distance, and the ship tipped forward with a gut-heaving lurch as the huge wave it was riding crested and fell.

[Read on Ao3; currently 3,416 words]

This chapter covers the squares: safe space (bingo card under cut)

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A Kiss For The Unwell

My entry for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt #251 — Out There, read under the cut or on Ao3 here 🏵

Fandom: 9-1-1: Lone Star (TV 2020)

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Carlos Reyes/TK Strand

Tags: AU (pollen allergies work the opposite way), Flowers, Sick Character

Summary: TK suspects Carlos may be sick because of the pollen season, so he goes to check on him.

Wordcount: 1,089

Also created for: @sweetspicybingo, Hurt/Comfort | Checking in // @fandom-free-bingo, Maritime May | New Treatment // @seasonaldelightsbingo, types of love | “You’re Not Letting Go, No, I Won’t Let You Go, Oh”

TK heard from Michelle that Carlos hadn’t left his house in a couple of days during the shift.

They had hung out only a few times, so while they weren’t exactly a thing (TK wanted to think that yet), it obviously surprised him. Carlos had the face of someone who has never called in sick at work and has never missed a class in high school for being ill. So he decided to text him, and sent Carlos a casual “hey, how are you doing?”.

A false fire call and a gas leak later, TK got to check his phone while eating something that had brought a few arguments between Marjan and Paul. Carlos had replied that he was fine, and that told TK that he wasn’t working that day since Carlos never used his phone while patrolling. So, his guts told him everything was not fine.

Not wanting to push the situation, but with the intention to keep the conversation going because he was starting to worry, TK sent a new message, this time asking if he could come around his place after work.

The next hours passed by slowly, with just one more call and plenty of time to overthink and burn energy in the gym. Perhaps it was a hard week at work in Carlos’ station, caught up in a big case that was too much for him or had asked him to work non-stop the days before he last went home. Maybe he had found himself in a crossfire and asked to take a step back and a break because of it.

And of course, it could also be the damned pollen season they were in. Mateo had just had to stay in at the station during the last call because of it. He had a sneezing attack that caused him a headache, and none of those stopped until they came back to the station and Nancy brought some lilies out of the ambulance. With just a sniff of them, Mateo was feeling much better. The way pollen works in this world often made TK have a headache himself; it felt only natural for it to have a bad effect on people, but instead, the negative effects were had if you were not exposed to enough pollen during spring.

Once he was changed and ready to leave the firehouse, Carlos had sent a new text giving him the green light to drop by, but warning they’d have to order in if he planned to stay for dinner. TK replied with a smiling emoji, and headed outside.

First he stopped at a flower shop around the corner, where he stood trying to decide what to get among the huge variety of flowers and ready-to-go bouquets for a while. Finally, he chose a little bouquet of yellow pansies; yellow was the colour he thought of when thinking of Carlos, and the other way around. Next, TK went to a Thai restaurant from which they had ordered once in the past, and got the exact same dishes they had done that time —he remembered all the important stuff, and to know Carlos’ comfort food was one of the ways he had of showing how much Carlos meant to him.

TK called for a ride that left him in Carlos’ street and he walked the houses to get to his house thinking of what he was going to say. He didn’t want to step over anything that Carlos could be going through, or break any boundary they still hadn’t set up, so he opted to act like he hadn’t heard Michelle talking about him being at home for some days and just be a supporting friend Carlos could turn to if needed.

After a few knocks on his door, Carlos welcomed TK with messy hair like he had just woken up from a late nap, a little yawn he poorly hid with his hand, and watery eyes. Right before he turned to his side and sneezed on his elbow.

“Sorry about that,” Carlos apologised when he focused back on him, sniffing and taking a probably slightly used tissue from his pocket. “I’ve been … like this for a few days.”

TK had managed to hide the flowers behind his back for a surprise effect, so while they stayed unnoticed he showed a close smile and said “Sorry if this wasn’t the best day to hang out. But I brought dinner!”

Carlos’ eyes lit up at the sound of that word, and his eyes fell on the bag on TK’s hand. “I wish I could smell it, but the bag tells me it’s from that Thai place we ordered once?”

“I’m glad your sight is intact,” TK joked, and shifted his weight from one leg to the other. “So … can I come in?”

“Yes-yeah. Of course.” Carlos moved to the door’s side and let him in.

TK made a spin to still face Carlos and not let flowers show, and when he closed the door, TK held the food up while saying “I brought something else.”

Carlos frowned, and TK noticed how red his nose was. He made a mental note to run to the pharmacy and get some meds if the flowers didn’t work, or at least moisturising balm for his nose. To Carlos’ puppy eyes, TK didn’t waste more time and took the flowers out.

A smile grew on Carlos’ face, who looked as cheerful as he could be given his state. “For me?”

“For you.” With another smile, TK bowed and handed Carlos the pansies.

He watched as Carlos closed his eyes and brought the flowers to his face. Taking a big sniff he smiled again, and TK thought maybe that was exactly what Carlos needed. “Yellow is my favorite color. I could kiss you right now,” he chuckled.

Now it was time for TK’s eyes to light up at the hint of the possibility of physical contact.

“This is exactly what I needed.” Then Carlos opened his eyes, and saw his face. “But I don’t think I’m the best person to kiss right now.”

TK only smiled wider. “Can I do it anyway?”

Carlos smirked, and teased him by taking the food’s bag out of his hand, leaving it on the entrance’s furniture. “Go for it. I think your visit is making me feel better already.”

TK took Carlos’ hand that was holding the flowers and moved them away, keeping them safe as he reached Carlos’ neck to bring him closer, pulling him into a delicate kiss.

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[lizardperson]

come all sufferers

part 6: to raise morale [on ao3]

fandom: fallout new vegas characters: female courier/original male character rating: e cw: wound care, oral sex (not at the same time :P ) wc: 862 prompts: wound care for @sweetspicybingo

[hurt/comfort bingo masterlist]

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Gabriel flinched, despite his best efforts.

"Will you hold still, you stubborn old man," Mika scolded him, continuing with her work. He was lying on the bed in their Novac motel room, partially undressed, while she was picking pieces of buckshot out of his side with a pair of tweezers.

"I'm trying, damnit." He took another sip from his bottle of scotch to numb the pain. "You sure you know what you're doing there?"

"You sure you want to sass me while I'm digging around your insides?" she replied dryly. "Or I can get Strauss up here, if you'd rather have her do it?"

"If you want to get rid of me, just say so." They both chuckled. No, the resident 'doctor' was the last person he wanted to do this job - she had a certain reputation among the locals.

Mika continued tending to his wounds in silence for a while, then she spoke again. "You did good, saving No-bark's ass."

He sighed, rubbing his face. "That guy is going to get himself killed soon, if he doesn't learn to shut up."

"Yeah, but not today. Thanks to you."

The strange old man somehow had gotten into a fight with a duo of skittish caravan guards earlier and would not stop accusing them of whatever his current obsession was - probably communists again, or ghosts, possibly both. Gabriel tried to intervene, with little success, and ultimately ended up with a few bruised ribs and a bunch of lead from a shotgun graze in his side. But at least No-bark got out of the whole thing unscathed… Not that Gabriel personally cared much for that guy, but Mika liked him for some reason, as usual collecting the weirdos, misfits, and outsiders like bottlecaps. She probably would have never forgiven him if he hadn't stepped in.

Eventually, after poking and prodding him for a while longer, Mika had removed all the pieces. She put a healing poultice on the affected area, numbing the pain somewhat, and bandaged him up. While she went to clean herself, he laid back down on the bed, exhausted from the whole unnecessary experience, and closed his eyes. A nap sounded like a nice idea now.

"Thanks for patching me up," he murmured when he heard her return.

"You're welcome." She was quiet for a few moments. "You look like shit."

Gabriel chuckled. "I can imagine."

Mika straddled his lap very carefully and leaned down to kiss him. "Guess I'll have to make you feel better," she whispered while slowly kissing along his jaw.

"Don't think I'm in any condition for that," he objected. Her soft touch felt nice, but he was definitely too tired for sex.

"I'll be gentle. Just relax, okay?" How could he possibly say No to that…

She steadily worked her way down, kissing his neck, his chest, and the non-bandaged parts of his stomach, careful not to hurt him. Gabriel leaned back into the pillow, eyes closed, and just focused on her warm breath on his skin and the softness of her lips. It was a welcome distraction from the pain - she was right, this was exactly what he needed now.

Mika reached his groin, still gently kissing every inch of his skin, and he could feel himself getting hard. She freed his cock from his underwear, and all he wanted was to sink into her. Of course she had other plans, and just continued teasing him, licking around the tip and driving him absolutely wild in the process, very much on purpose.

They had been sleeping together on and off for almost ten years now, and while sex with her had been great from the very beginning, it only got better over time. They knew each other's bodies so well, knew exactly how to push all the right buttons, and part of him never wanted to fuck another woman again.

She finally took his hard cock into her mouth, very slowly and deliberately, inch by inch.

"Fuck, Mika," he groaned, burying a hand in her hair. Gabriel was losing himself in the sensation, forgetting his aching body and just feeling her mouth for who knows how long. Sheer bliss.

"Getting close," he warned her eventually, voice hoarse. That prompted her to pick up the pace just a little bit, and even take him in deeper and deeper, finally sending him over the edge. The tension from the orgasm caused a sharp pain in his fresh wounds. Worth it, though.

Gabriel needed a moment to collect himself again, meanwhile Mika moved back up to kiss him gently. He could taste himself on her lips, and if it weren't for his state right now, he would return the favor all too gladly. She snuggled into his arms on his non-injured side and they both enjoyed a few moments of silence together.

"So… did that raise your spirits a bit?" she eventually asked, grinning at him.

"Sure raised something," he chuckled, pulling her closer and kissing her head. Now he really needed that nap, though.

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[masoena]

Comfort in the Rarest of Places

SPN/DCU Crossover

Fill for Hurt/Comfort Bingo hosted by @sweetspicybingo

Pairing: Sam Winchester & Dick Grayson (Nightwing)

Prompt filled: Gun shot wound to loving embrace

Rating: Gen / Teen and Up (Gunshot wound not explicit)

The last thing Sam saw were the demonic black eyes of his brother and the sound of the shot from his 1911 handgun ringing in his ears, before he was pulled by irrevocable forces through time and space. He landed abruptly in a barely lit back alley between two large looming dark-washed tenement buildings. If he had to take a guess, he’d think he landed in New York but he could not be more wrong as he let his blurry vision wander skyward. Looking down at him from the first level up fire escape stood a leanly muscled man with a black mask, teenage Sam would recognize Nightwing anywhere having snuck into Dean’s small stash of Batman comics on more than one occasion. The shot Dean took however was true and landing sprawled on his back like he did added a quickly swelling goose egg at the back of his head to the profusely bleeding bullet wound in the center of his chest and the world went black for him.

He noticed the sounds first, the rhythmic beating of a heart monitor, the rattling of an air conditioning that needed a tune up and the low hum of a television in the room playing the news at low volume.

His eyes opened to a sparsely furnished hospital room, similar but different in many minute but clear ways. The bed frame was made of some kind of carbon fiber rather than rubber padded steel or plastic tubing, the monitors did not look like any he had seen on earth before and if those spot-the-difference type of variances weren’t enough the “Blüdhaven General Hospital” sign on his patient chart told him exactly where he was. He hoped dearly that he wasn’t about to be annihilated by Chemo, reassuring himself with the fact that he had most definitely seen Nightwing the night he landed here. If he was in town, then he was safe. He remembered that in the comic books Nightwing survived, but only because he was out of town when the attack went down.

Looking out at the city through the window to the right of him was like looking at a less polished, economically more depressed version of Manhattan, with skyscrapers reaching high up and luminescence from the buildings polluting the otherwise clear night time sky.

“Mr. A welcome back, how are you feeling?”

“Mr. A?”

“Well you know Adam A is what we call someone who we can’t find a name for and you appear to not even be from this country based on our national ID database check.”

Sam translated Adam A as this world’s expression for John Doe and stared at the police officer, analyzing him to try and gather clues about whether he was safe here. The guy looked like a more chiseled version of Cas, sharp wide masculine jaw, a set of thin lips, bright blue eyes and straight pitch black hair that looked styled slightly messy on purpose and suited him. As much as Sam was feeling discombobulated at having ended up in a DC comic universe, he could appreciate the man’s All American good looks. His eyes were inquisitive, kind and intelligent, his body language open and curious, the patient chart lax in his hands when he spoke to Sam.

“Yeah something like that.”

“Would you care to elaborate?”

“Look, unless I’m under arrest for a crime that I know I did not commit, I would prefer not to.”

The man, officer D. Grayson Sam noticed on his ID batch attached to his uniform, put the chart down altogether and raised his hands in a no harm done kind of way.

“Alright, alright hey not here to harass you but it’s been a while since I have come across someone who is not in the US population database in any way shape or form.”

Sam oddly felt like he was on the other side of a line of questioning he and Dean would use on someone who witnessed a supernatural creature in action. Perhaps responding accordingly would work for him?

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you why that is the case.”

“Try me.”

“I’m not from here.”

“Yeah I could tell by your clothes that you aren’t from Blüdhaven.”

“Are you gonna let me talk or comment on everything I say with a smartass joke in return?”

Grayson did circular hand motion, asking Sam to continue, mouthing sorry silently.

“I’m not from this world, my home is earth but not this one. I’m from the US but not this version of it. My brother nearly killed me when our angel friend zapped me through a worldhole into this universe.”

“There are so many points in your statement that I don’t fully understand, when you say angel what do you mean and what is a worldhole?”

“Angel as in God’s winged soldiers, you know guardian angels, archangels and such. Do you have a bible here in this world?”

“Yeah I know what you’re talking about, Lucifer falling, Michael his brother and Gabriel. So angels are real where you came from?”

Sam’s face fell, he hadn’t considered that angels were just stories here, if it took celestial power to send him here, how could he return?

Grayson was not ignorant of Sam’s body language, in fact he could see the lost and desolate facial expression that graced the handsome face with the slightly slanted hazel eyes. He wanted him to not go down the rabbit hole of whatever prompted that look of hopelessness.

“Worldhole?”

“There are many versions of earth, many different universes and dimensions, angels have the power to poke a hole through the veil between worlds via time travel. When my brother was ready to kill me, Gabriel of all people, launched me through a time and space tunnel that had me land here.”

“Why would your brother want to kill you?”

“How much time you got?”

“I’m already off the clock so if you want someone to listen, I’m here. Plus where are you gonna go if they release you in a few hours? Because I assure you they’re gonna need your bed.”

As if on cue the doctor that did surgery on Sam came into the room.

“Happy to see you awake Mr. A. The surgery went well and the bullet was a clean shot through you front to back. It missed all important organs and bones which was extremely fortunate. We will be able to sign you out with some painkillers perhaps in 1-2 hours from now.”

“What if there are latent issues with the wound?”

“We have run an extensive number of tests and done both an x-ray and an MRI to ensure all is how it should be internally. You are as healthy as they come other than the sutures on the impact and exit wounds you will be fine. Do you have someone to assist with wound care? You’ll not be able to reach your back.”

Sam wasn’t sure if it was the pragmatic, cold way in which the surgeon laid things out for him or the fact that referring to wound care brought Dean to the forefront of his mind, his big brother, the one who always had his back quite literally, the person responsible for him ending up here. He knew there was no saving Dean, Gabe tried to explain it to him for weeks as was Castiel; Dean wasn’t possessed, he was a demon/human hybrid whose soul was merged like a helix of bright white light and inky, sticky tar blackness both sides of him so solidly intertwined that ripping them apart would spell the demise of both.

What he didn’t expect was for officer Grayson to stand beside him where he was sitting on the edge of his hospital bed and wrap a comforting arm around his shoulders. Sam let himself be held as he could no longer hold back the tears that wanted to fall. Some random cop in a random world that maybe contained Nightwing away from everyone and everything he ever knew. It was a tough situation to accept even for a Winchester.

“I’ll help him with wound care, he’ll be staying with me.” He rubbed his hand up and down Sam’s upper arm, the touch so painfully familiar to how Dean would soothe him as a child which only exacerbated the sobs that shook his body as he shuddered and struggled to reign himself in. The weight of the struggle of the past few months, the unsuccessful demon summonings, Cole and his mad plan of getting back at Dean and the continued dead ends no matter what he tried. All the hopelessness and failure he’d never allowed himself to feel through all of that suddenly released in a cathartic emotional break.

The surgeon left shortly after and Sam wouldn’t be able to repeat what he said, even if his life depended on it.

Grayson hugged him properly now that they were on their own. “I will not claim to understand what it feels like to go through what you went through. But I know a thing or two about loss, grief and moving on and what it feels like to be completely on my own.” Sam melted into the embrace. If he imagined that it was Dean hugging him, Grayson didn’t need to know but he was glad not to be on his own in this.

Unbeknownst to either man their interaction had been attentively observed by a pair of light honey brown eyes from the rooftop of the building across from the hospital, the outline of wings hidden by the darkness of the night.

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[mystery-moose]

I have received my bingo card from @sweetspicybingo and god damn I got a good spread here. I mean, touch starved AND secret revealed? That entire rightmost column basically writes itself.

#i signed up for hurt/comfort bingo and all i got was this exceptional bingo card #oh yeah we can work with these #we can work with almost allllllll of these #bingo in the bag babyyy #sweetspicyHC

[nicoline1998enilocin]

"Marry Me" || Part 1

PAIRING || Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Nurse!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 4.1K

SUMMARY || Tony comes home from another gruesome mission and doesn't stay unharmed this time. As you take care of his wounds, he can't keep his thoughts to himself any longer, and he asks you to marry him in a way you never would have seen coming.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Canon divergence. Everybody lives AU. Age gap.

WARNINGS || Injured!Tony Stark. Administration of painkillers through a shot.

SMUT || Teasing. Daddy kink. Praise. Dirty talk. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!). Cream pie.

A/N || This story is dedicated to my best friend I could have ever wished for, @ccbsrmsf1. Carol, I cannot even begin to describe the gratefulness I feel for you and your friendship, because it’s not something that can be put into words. Thank you for being here for me through it all, eu te amo 💙

EVENTS Masterlist || @fandombingo || Sleepy morning sex Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || 'You make me feel like I am home again' Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || "I'm getting old." Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Maritime May || Reassuring touches

Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Maritime May || Don't make me laugh Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Wild || "I've got you." Masterlist || @seasonaldelightsbingo Language of flowers || The little spoon for the first time Masterlist || @sweetspicybingo Hurt/Comfort || "Are you okay?"

GIF: @ccbsrmsf1 || Graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist

It's been a week since you last saw your boyfriend - none other than Tony Stark himself - because he's been on a long and tiring mission to destroy the last few HYDRA bases that were left in Brazil. There has been little to no contact between you two, aside from the quick messages through JARVIS, the AI he built, to let you know he's still alive.

However, the message you received not even half an hour ago has you a little more worried than usual. During your many years as a nurse for SHIELD and Tony's private nurse, there's practically nothing you haven't lived through, but to know your boyfriend is hurt still sends shivers down your spine.

Tony has built a private exam room in his penthouse for moments like these, and you have treated many different wounds and injuries there. From ones obtained during missions to mishaps down in his lab, rarely a day goes by where something doesn't go wrong, but you love him for it. His clumsy nature is one of the things that attracted you to him in the first place.

Now, you're setting up the exam room after JARVIS's orders about Tony coming home soon and a brief description of his injuries, which you're thankful for. This means you're not going in blind as he arrives in your shared home.

When you put down the last instruments and bandages in the room, you hear the elevator door open, notifying you that Tony is back. As you walk out to greet him, your heart sinks into your stomach because the sight in front of you is one you will never get used to, no matter how many times you see it.

Tony is limping and heavily favoring his left leg over the right; he's clutching his arm to his ribs, and he's covered in countless little cuts and bruises, blood seemingly being everywhere. His clothes are torn, and his facial expression is a mix of both tiredness and sadness, but when he sees you, he instantly gets a shimmer in his eyes.

"Hi, Gorgeous," Tony whispers before wincing, his eyes shut tightly as a wave of undeniable pain shoots through his entire body.

"Hi, Beautiful," you say with a soft smile, right before herding him into the exam room so you can give him some painkillers. Tony carefully takes his place on the large exam table and sinks into it with a sigh, relief washing over him now that he's home and being taken care of.

As you walk around the room to prepare the last things for the examination, Tony can't stop looking at you. He admires seeing you in your element like this, and even though he's in a great deal of pain right now, he seems to forget it for just a moment now that he's in your presence again. He may not like anything related to the medical field, but he has learned to accept it since knowing you.

"How did the mission go?" you ask Tony in a calm, steady voice, your gaze focused on the cuts on his face while you clean them. Tony's lips curl into a small smile when you're this close to him. His deep, dark brown eyes follow every movement of your face, and he loves how the tip of your tongue pokes out when you're concentrating on something.

"There were some unforeseen difficulties, but overall, it went well. Got hit a few times, though, as you can tell," he says, and you chuckle at his words. That same chuckle has Tony's heart skipping a beat each time he hears the melodic sound falling from your lips.

"I'm glad you're safe now, though. I'm glad to have my man home again," you tell him, leaning in for a soft peck on his lips. As you pull away, Tony lets his head fall back against the table, a large smile on his lips and his mind going crazy. He's deeply in love with you, and having you call him 'your man' does things he can't explain.

Once his face is patched up, it's time to move on to his torso. But before you can do that, you'll have to remove his shirt, which causes a lot of groans and winces, but he knows it has to be done.

"It's okay, Beautiful. I've got you." Tony pushes for just one more moment until his shirt is off, and you gasp when it is as you look at the damage. A dark purple bruise covers most of his ribs and part of his chest and abdomen, and there are even more cuts and minor bruises littered over the rest of his torso.

"Oh my god," you say as you inspect it, and Tony looks at you apologetically, as if he wants to say sorry for being hurt like this.

"What happened?" you ask him, your brows furrowed in concern. He exhales shakily before telling you he got his ass kicked in some hand-to-hand combat when his suit didn't work. A lump forms in your throat as you try to treat him to the best of your abilities, but it's not easy when he has multiple broken ribs - they're the reason he was clutching his arm tightly against his chest and rib cage.

"Oh, you poor thing," you whisper as you look up at him, your hand cupping his cheek again.

"I think it's better if you take it easy for a while, Beautiful. I will give you a shot to help with the healing later, but this isn't going to go away with just that," you explain, and he nods. Deep inside, he's relieved to have to slow down a bit, as his life is fast-paced enough already. He's been wanting to spend more time with you at home, and this is the perfect way to do just that.

"I love you, Tony, but this is taking a big toll on you. I don't mind taking care of you and patching you up, but I also think that you should start thinking about retiring," you tell him, and even though it hurts to have to say to him, it's the right thing to do.

"I know, Gorgeous, and you're right. The fact that I'm getting old doesn't help my case either," he says with a sad smile as you take a seat on the edge of the exam table, grabbing his hand as you do.

"I'm not saying you should retire right away, but once you do, we might finally be able to start the family we've been dreaming of," you tell your boyfriend. He looks at you with such love and admiration as you say it; it's indescribable. The feeling swirling through your chests can't be put into words, but you both know you feel the same.

"Let's start now, Gorgeous. I don't care about being Iron Man or the Avengers; I want to start a family with you. I want to grow old with you. You are all I care about," he whispers, and you're fighting back tears at his admission. A soft 'okay' leaves your lips, and Tony squeezes your hand.

"But first, I have to finish patching you up, Beautiful. Otherwise, we're not going to be able to do anything without me having to do all the work," you joke, and Tony can't help but laugh, though as soon as he starts, he also stops as he winces in pain.

"Oh god, don't make me laugh, Gorgeous," Tony says with an amused smile. The two of you sit silently for a little while, and out of nowhere, you reach up to touch the tattoo on his chest, your name proudly shown on his skin forever.

Your fingers glide over it, and you look at it until Tony grabs your wrist carefully with his free hand, bringing your fingers to his lips and kissing them softly. More specifically, he kisses the place where he has been planning to put a ring for a few years now.

"I love you, Gorgeous. I'm the luckiest man on earth with you by my side," he whispers before bringing your digits to his mouth again and placing a lingering kiss, pouring every ounce of emotion into the one gesture.

"How're you feeling, Beautiful? Are you okay?" you ask Tony as you stand in the large shower in your shared home, the water cascading down on both of you as he holds you close to his body. Soft kisses and gentle touches are shared between you both as your back is against his chest, and your breathing patterns slowly sync up.

"Yeah, I'm doing much better with you in here with me," he tells you before kissing your temple softly. You smile at his words. Seeing his injuries, you offer to help him shower, and if there's one thing he never says no to, it's bringing you in there with him.

"I'm glad I can help you to feel better," you whisper as you turn around and wrap your arms around his waist. Your head is placed gently against his shoulder as your eyes slip shut, and you finally dare to sigh in relief. There's always a certain level of worry in your body as Tony is gone for missions, and you never dare to settle down until you know he's okay and safe with you.

"I can't stop thinking about starting a family with you," Tony tells you as he lets his hands wander over your hips and sides until they're splayed out over your belly, his thumbs rubbing the soft flesh as you smile into his touches.

"Having a few little ones running around with another one on the way, God, you'll be so beautiful when you're pregnant, Gorgeous," Tony says before pulling away, turning you around, and sinking to the ground, his face at the same level as your belly.

"I can already imagine the little feet kicking inside you as they're growing and how beautiful you will be as you have a pregnancy glow," Tony tells you as he rubs your belly softly with his cheek. Your hands carefully lace into his hair and rub softly, calming him down immensely.

"What would you like it to be? A boy or a girl?" you ask your boyfriend, who smiles at your question.

"Both." His answer is short and to the point, but he's already thought about it plenty of times. He's always dreamt of having at least one girl and one boy, but he will happily accept what the universe is willing to give you both.

"What about you, Gorgeous?" he says as he carefully looks up at you, his facial hair tickling your belly.

"Both," you say with a dopey smile, and Tony smiles before peppering your belly in kisses, making you laugh as his beard and mustache keep tickling you in your ticklish areas. Eventually, Tony gets up, pulling you against his chest, your head leaning against his shoulder once more while his hands rub over your back in a soothing pattern.

Before stepping into the shower, Tony has put on some background music, and you're both swaying back and forth to it as your boyfriend gathers the courage to ask you something important. Though he's been planning on making it a special moment, he also knows there won't be another moment more right than the one you're sharing now.

"Marry me."

At first, you're not sure you heard him correctly as you pull your head back. Your gaze meets his brown eyes, a large smile on his lips, and one of his brows quirked in excitement.

"Marry me, Gorgeous," he says again, and there's no denying it this time. Tony proposed to you, and a huge smile worked its way onto your face as tears fell down your cheeks. Out of all the moments he could have possibly chosen, you're not sure why he did it now, but it's perfect.

"Yes, I will marry you, Tony," you say before standing on your tiptoes and pulling him close. Your lips crash together as the excitement takes over your bodies. Tony's fingers dig into your sides as he's impossibly trying to pull you closer, even though there's no more space between you two.

"God, I can't believe you're going to become Mrs. Stark," he says with a breathy chuckle after pulling away for some much-needed air. Tony presses his forehead against yours as he tucks some wet strands of your hair behind your ear, your eyes focused only on each other.

"I can't wait to be Mrs. Stark," you tell him, a flurry of butterflies in your stomach going wild as you say the words aloud. Future Mrs. Stark indeed has a nice ring to it.

"I love you so much, Gorgeous. I'm so lucky to have you say yes to marrying me. I've been dreaming of it for months," Tony emphasizes before capturing your lips again, not wanting to be away from your plump, soft lips for too long.

His hands wander over your bare back down to the globes of your butt, where he lets them rest for a little while, despite the slightly awkward angle of his body due to your height difference. He's always been obsessed with your butt, constantly touching it when you're together or slapping it during sex.

"I love you too, Tony," you whisper in his ear before turning off the shower and getting ready to sleep. It's not that late in the evening yet, but Tony needs his sleep to heal, and you're getting tired, too.

It doesn't take long for you both to be curled up under the covers, enjoying each other's warmth and closeness. However, Tony asked you to be the big spoon so he could be the little spoon for the first time.

"How's this?" you ask Tony as you place soft kisses between his shoulder blades. You can't reach any higher due to your significant height difference.

"Good," Tony murmurs, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as your fingers slowly lull him to sleep. They're tracing abstract patterns over his chest and around his arc reactor, and you can feel his breathing slowing down until it evens out.

"I love you, Beautiful," you whisper once Tony is asleep, and it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep. 

During the night, both you and your now fiancé slept like logs, and the shot you gave Tony yesterday has done an amazing job of healing him. Now, he's busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast for you while you're still curled under the warmth of the comforter of Tony's king-size bed.

Soft music plays in the kitchen while Tony scrambles a few eggs, and the smell of food brings a smile to Tony's face at the thought of surprising you with it later. While he prepares every last one of your favorite dishes, he's also preparing the tray to present to you later.

After working in the kitchen for another 30 minutes, the tray is adorned with a small bouquet of fresh flowers in a vase, the food he prepared, a steaming cup of tea, and a small, black ring box.

Now comes the real challenge for Tony—getting to the bedroom without dropping anything or scaring you. With careful steps, he makes his way over there, and much to his surprise, nothing spills or falls off, making him feel rather proud of himself.

The bedroom door is slightly ajar as he makes his way over, pushing it open further with his foot, before being greeted by you lying on your belly, the comforter halfway down your back, exposing your bare back to him, and he can't help but smile.

"G'morning, Sleepyhead," Tony says as you start waking up from the smell of fresh food. Tony is crouching next to the bed.

"How did you sleep, Gorgeous?" he asks as he wipes some hair out of your face to expose your beautiful smile and sleepy expression. His heart beats faster when he sees his future wife lying in his bed, smiling at him, and he has rarely felt this fortunate.

"Amazing, what about you?" you ask before sitting up and stretching out some of the sleep. That's when you notice the food Tony prepared. It's all there, from fresh waffles and scrambled eggs to fresh fruit and your favorite tea.

"I haven't slept this good in a long time; I think I should be the little spoon more often," Tony tells you as he gets up and reaches for something on the tray. Once his fingers are curled around it, you notice it's a small, velvety box, and your heart immediately starts to pump faster - an engagement ring.

While you look at your fiancé getting into position, you put your hand over your mouth in disbelief, as you didn't expect him to propose first thing in the morning, but here he is, going down on one knee.

"Gorgeous; from the moment I met you, I knew that your presence in my life would be one of immeasurable worth, and you have proven me more than right. From all the times you have patched me up after missions, and from all the nights we stayed up talking when one of us needed it most, they're all cherished deep within my heart," he starts, and you start tearing up as you listen to him propose.

"Before we got together, I didn't care if I lived or died, but when you asked me out on a date, I knew I had someone worth living for - someone who's worth fighting for. I knew I wanted to come home from the moment you moved in with me because you made me feel like I was home again."

You stretch out your hand, and Tony grabs it before squeezing it carefully. Soft sniffles escape as the words sink in with you. Your heart is going into overdrive, and the butterflies in your stomach are going wild, but it's more than worth it.

"Y/N Y/L/N, will you officially give me the honor of becoming the future Mrs. Stark and marrying me?" After flipping open the box, Tony asks, and you nod enthusiastically, a broken 'yes' leaving your lips before wrapping your arms around your fiancé.

He quickly sits down on the edge of the bed as you two let the tears flow freely, the breakfast he prepared long forgotten as you're basking in the glory of the moment. Tony has slipped the ring on your finger, and you can't stop looking at it from every angle.

"It's beautiful, Tony," you tell him while you look at the ring and slowly work on eating the breakfast he prepared. He constantly feeds you the fresh fruit and waffles while stealing a kiss between each bite, while he happily lets you feed some of the eggs and toast he prepared for himself, which goes paired with even more stolen kisses.

"I can't believe you went down on one knee for me first thing in the morning!" you tell him with a soft smack against his chest. He smiles before rubbing his nose against yours lovingly.

"I'm glad I did, though. I've been carrying that thing around for literal years at this point but never found the right moment. It turns out I just needed to have you take care of me for it to be the right moment," he says in a soft voice, and you feel the goosebumps rising on your neck.

"How about you let me take care of you for once?" Tony asks as he peppers a royal amount of kisses over your cheek and jaw, making you moan softly as his teeth graze over the edge of it, your nipples immediately pebbling at the feeling of it.

"Please," you whisper as you look into his eyes, lust visible in them. Before you know it, Tony has put the tray on the floor, and the comforter pulled off your body, revealing your entirely bare body to him. He gets comfortable between your legs after you've spread them, and his mouth descends on your neck and collarbone, sucking soft bruises into the skin.

Your fingers are laced in his hair as he takes his time marking you up, his hips rutting his cock against your soft, dripping pussy as he does. Soft moans tumble from your lips as you tug on his hair, and the feeling of his lips and tongue, together with his facial hair, is driving you insane as he takes his time.

"D-Daddy," you whine as his tip gets caught on your sensitive clit, and he smiles against your skin before lifting his head and meeting your gaze. Your eyes are already half-lidded, and your lip is raw from all the biting, but Tony has never seen a more beautiful sight.

"What is it, Sweet Mama? Are you gettin' a little impatient?" he asks teasingly, and you nod shyly.

"Want you inside me, Daddy," you tell him, and he's never been able to say no when you ask him so nicely. He reaches down to guide himself to your entrance; his gaze focused on your expression as he slides in his long, thick cock.

You spread your legs a little more to accommodate every last inch of him, and you both moan in unison as he bottoms out. You instantly clench down on his cock, and he kisses you softly as you get adjust to him being inside you again.

"You're taking me so well, Gorgeous. Você é uma garota tão boa," he whispers in your ear. Your cheeks heat up as you hear him calling you a good girl in Portuguese. Before you met Tony you spent a few years in Brazil, and you have taught him quite a bit of Portuguese for his mission, but you didn’t teach him that, but goosebumps crawl across your skin as you smile at his words.

After Tony called you that, you clench around him even harder, making Tony bury his face in your neck. In a bold moment, you surprise Tony by landing a loud, hard smack on his ass, and the jerk of his body only drives his cock even deeper into you.

"So tight, Babygirl, 's so fucking tight around my cock, can feel you milkin' me already," he groans, and he sets a slow pace once you're finally allowing him to move. Every inch of his thick, veiny cock feels like heaven as he takes his time, and you let your head sinks into the soft pillows as you look at your fiancé.

"I love you so much," he says as he lets his hand glide over your arm until he reaches the hand with the engagement ring on it. He brings the ring to his lips, placing a soft kiss on it. His eyes are locked onto yours as he does, and you feel the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

"I love you too, Tony," you say before pulling him down for a deep, passionate kiss. His fingers interlace with yours as he keeps building your high. The atmosphere in your bedroom is still cozy from the night, and with Tony's comfortable, slow pace, you can feel yourself almost slipping into a drowsy state.

"I want you to cum for me, Gorgeous, I'm so close to filling you up," Tony whispers as he noses along your jaw, and your back arches into him at the words, your senses on high alert as you're getting ready to fall over the edge. Out of nowhere, he also grabs your other hand, pinning them both above your head as he picks up the pace, chasing both your highs.

"God, keep milkin' me, Babygirl, milk Daddy's cock like a good fuckin' girl," he growls, and before you know it, you're both falling over the edge simultaneously. He keeps working you both through your orgasms, and when you're both finished, he pulls out before pulling you against his chest as he falls to the side.

You're both panting as you let your head rest on his chest, your fingers gliding over your name on his chest again.

"I would love to add even more names to your tattoo. I think it's also the perfect spot to add our children's names," you say dreamily as you think about having a few little ones running around in the future.

"I thought so too, Gorgeous," Tony says, and it's the last thing you know before letting your eyes slip shut, and sleep quickly takes over. The rest of the day, neither of you leaves the bed as you make love for hours, never getting enough of one another.

Today marks the first day of the rest of your lives together, and you can't wait to see what the future has in store for you both.

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[loquaciousquark]

Just got my card for Hurt/Comfort Bingo from @sweetspicybingo! Info & signups are here!

Hilariously (sadly?), I think the oneshot I just sent @jadesabre301 to beta could qualify for about six of these. No bingo yet, but...closer than I'd like, lmao.

#hurt/comfort bingo #rubbing my hands together like the little decrepit gremlin i am #sweetspicyhc

[sweetspicybingo]

Hurt/Comfort Bingo Statistics

I like data, and this was a record-breaking Sweet & Spicy event (with 161 signups), so I wanted to share some stats!

Card Size:

3x3 - 52.2% (84) 5x5 - 47.8% (77)

Percentages were slightly skewed because the last ~10 signups came in after I only left the option for 3x3 cards. (This was due to an influx of signups near the end when I realized I was in for a bit more work than expected 🤣)

Card Type:

Hurt/Comfort - 55.3% (89) Cause and Effect - 36% (58) Hurt (no comfort) - 5% (8) Comfort (no hurt) - 3.7% (6)

I'm happy people were interested in the Cause and Effect cards! It was kind of experimental but I was so excited to offer the option and I've loved seeing what's come from the prompts so far.

Lastly, thanks so much for all the enthusiasm and kind words! The next event is going to be far more lowkey with a different signup schedule, but I'd love to run Hurt/Comfort bingo again next year ❤

#mod post #sweetspicyhc

[la-muerta]

Title: again and again we look up to the moon // 细算浮生千万绪

Fandoms: 莲花楼 Mysterious Lotus Casebook (TV)

Warnings: Rated E.

Relationships: 笛飞声 Di Feisheng / 李相夷 Li Xiangyi

Summary:  One different decision, and the bicha poison in Li Xiangyi's body flares up just before he is supposed to meet Di Feisheng on the ship in the East Ocean.

Everything unravels.

[Written for @sweetspicybingo's Hurt/Comfort Bingo 2024]

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Chapter Two: 处处莲花开 When was the last time he had spoken properly to A-Mian, even when they practically lived under the same roof? He'd have to make it up to her, but with his current situation, that would have to wait. And as if thinking about her had worked some kind of magic, Li Xiangyi suddenly noticed a letter addressed to him in A-Mian's handwriting, a letter he vaguely recalled seeing on his desk a few weeks ago but had apparently gotten lost amongst all the other letters he received every day. "Where are we going, anyway?" Li Xiangyi asked, fishing out the letter from the stack. "To speak to the person who was tasked with conducting a thorough examination of Shan Gudao's body," Di Feisheng replied.

[Read on Ao3; currently 7,408 words]

This chapter covers the square: "do you want to talk about it?" (bingo card under cut)

#mysterious lotus casebook #dihua #feihua #sweetspicyhc #dihua fanfic #canon divergence #ie the bicha poison flares up before LXY gets on DFS's ship #fandom: mysterious lotus casebook #ship: Di Feisheng x Li Xiangyi #I wrote a thing #fic promo

[endlesstwanted]

With Every Step, I Ran To You

I finished posting a new drabble collection! This was inspired by @duckprintspress’ May Trope Mayhem — Accidental Ownership, @fandom-free-bingo, Marytime May — X+1 & @seasonaldelightsbingo, Types of Love Bingo — Someone New || Hozier. You can see the entire work on Ao3 here and check the specific chapters below.

Fandom: Captain Marvel (2019), Black Widow (Movie 2021), Hawkeye (TV 2021), Ant-Man (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Characters: Carol Danvers, Goose, Yelena Belova, Rick Jones, Fanny, Kate Bishop, Clint Barton, Lucky, Cassie Lang, Cassie Lang's Pet Ant

Tags: Missing Scene, 3+1 times, Pets, Roommates, First Meetings

Summary: Three MCU characters who accidentally adopted a pet, and one who did it on purpose.

Wordcount: 400 (100 per chapter)

Chapter 1: Carol and Goose

Summary: Carol finds Goose after the Snap. @sweetspicybingo, Hurt/Comfort Bingo | “How are you still alive?”

Chapter 2: Yelena and Fanny

Summary: A puppy follows Yelena home. @eclipsingbingo | “Is This Ok”

Chapter 3: Kate and Lucky

Summary: Kate takes Clint to her apartment, where someone waits for her. @fandombingo, Reverse: 1999 edition | It’s time to make a choice.

Chapter 4: Cassie and her Giant Pet Ant

Summary: Cassie finds something hiding in her room when she comes back home. @fandombingo, The Little Prince edition | “That is exactly the way I wanted it!”

#may trope mayhem #FandomFreeBingo: Maritime May #typesoflovebingo #SweetSpicyHC #R1999Bingo #TheLittlePrinceBingo #carol danvers #yelena belova #kate bishop #cassie lang

[tellmewhatyouc]

Hurt/Comfort Bingo Masterlist

sleep deprivation ➡ driving them home

chauffer service Fandom: NU: carnival Characters: Edmond & Rei

thought spiral ➡ "I've got you."

silent as the grave Fandom: Dangerverse Characters: Henry & Ray

panic attack ➡ falling asleep in their arms

no threat in sight Fandom: NU: carnival Characters: Huey/Quincy

secret revealed ➡ much-needed hug

a house is not a home Fandom: Dangerverse Characters: Chapa & Ray

#that combination of fandoms will never not be funny to me #i do not control the hyperfixation sorry #sweetspicyhc