#if you know a movie set in a forest ... *grabby hands*

[thepatricktreestump]

whatever you say - peter parker imagine

A/N: I don’t normally write nsfw spidey things but my fingers just wouldn’t stop typing so please do forgive me… not any actual smut, just lots of flirting and implications of sexual favors

               It was strange, but for some reason, you found complete comfort in the simplicity that was Peter Parker. He lived in a small apartment with his Aunt May in Forest Hills, went to Midtown High, and at first glance, seemed like your typical teenage boy. May worked as an ER nurse and Peter kept up on his studies, proving to be a straight A student who succeeded not only in school, but in extracurriculars and academic teams as well. He liked science and math, he was really good at building robots, and he thoroughly enjoyed memorizing equations. When he wasn’t acing his tests, he spent his free time building LEGOs and watching Star Wars in his apartment or walking through town and debating between eating pizza or sub sandwiches. He had a messy bedroom cluttered with dirty laundry, an assortment of different computer parts, and countless science textbooks and academic journals. Three months ago, when you first started dating Peter Parker, this is the boy you thought you knew.

               Your life, however, felt like the complete opposite. Being the daughter of Tony Stark, your day to day was far from simple. You lived in Stark Tower with Tony, cooped up on a floor with everything you could ever want or need, a master bedroom with a flat screen television, personal jacuzzi, walk in closet, arcade- you name it, Tony had it. School proved to be a breeze, and you had your MIT valedictorian of a father to thank for that, leaving you plenty of time for your own sort of extracurriculars. Rather than hang out at school and build lousy robots with Peter Parker, you’d much rather go to the lab and work on some high tech AI coding, super suit dynamics, or machine prototypes with your dad and the other avengers. He often urged you not to get too involved for your own safety, but you found yourself growing close with Bruce and Sam, bonding over your shared love for innovation. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t take after your father.

               However, months passed, and the more time you spent with Peter Parker, the more you caught onto the fact that his life might not have been as normal as you initially thought it was. He kept disappearing randomly, ghosting you on planned dates, or not showing up at school. At first you thought he was just nervous, or maybe he didn’t really like you, but upon further investigation, it was evident. His life was just as crazy as yours. Although you thought it was weird that he never bothered telling you he was Spider-Man, and even weirder he didn’t inform you that he previously knew your dad, you almost liked the fact that you could share your secret world of superhero knowledge with him. You found yourselves relating to each other by joking about Steve’s old fashioned manners or Natasha’s resting bitch face. Although, other times also through confiding secret fears or discussing worst possible outcomes.

               Tonight was one of the latter, you and Peter talking on the phone despite the time reading two in the morning, him trying to ease your anxiety. “It’s just been a couple days and Tony’s still not back yet…” you sighed, shrouded by your blankets, the soft glow of your phone illuminating the dark room. “He’s with Sam and he’s probably going to be just fine, but I’m still scared. And I know, I know. I’m not supposed have knowledge about those affiliated with the mission or his location, but sometimes I just can’t help but worry.”

               “It must be hard,” Peter hummed in sympathy. “I’m sorry you have to go through that. May feels the same way about me.”

               You paused for a moment. “I know it’s a horrible thing to think, and I’m probably just psyching myself out but-” your voice caught, shaking your head, closing your eyes. “Sometimes I wonder what if one day he just doesn’t come back.”

               “Hey,” Peter hushed. “Try not to think about that, okay? He’s Iron Man, y/n, he’s fought alien monsters and literal gods, he should be just fine. Mr. Stark never goes down without a fight, he’ll be back. I’m sure of it.”

               “I just can’t sleep not knowing,” you confessed, feeling sorry for dragging Peter into your own personal troubles. “I don’t know, I’m sorry… I’m probably keeping you up, and you have a calc test tomorrow-”

               “No, no, don’t apologize, you’re okay,” your sweet boyfriend insisted. He paused, listening to your heavy breathing. “Do you want me to come over?”

               “W-what?” you asked, confused.

               “I know it’s late but if it would make you feel better, I can come over,” Peter offered. “I’ll just come to your window and you can let me in that way. I can keep you company, you can talk to me, or we can watch a movie to get your mind off things, I don’t know. Only if you want to.”

               “You’d do that for me?” you wondered, growing soft at his words.

               “I just don’t want you to be sad,” he explained. “And I know it’s hard with your dad being gone and all, and sure Pepper’s there, but I know you’ve never really been that close with her, and I just- I don’t know. I feel like you’re lonely, and I want to help.”

               “Yeah, thank you,” you gave a soft smile. “I mean, if you want to, I wouldn’t fight you on it.”

               “Just be sure to disarm FRIDAY before I come,” he reminded. “I don’t need your dad putting bars on your windows the next time I try to visit you like this.”

               “Oh right!” you suddenly came to the realization. “Smart. I’ll go do that now.”

               “Cool, I’ll see you in a few. Don’t miss me too much,” he teased.

“Hey, be safe! No texting and swinging!” you reminded playfully as you hung up and instantly got to work, shedding your sheets and grabbing your laptop, sliding back into bed and working out some coding.

               Just as Tony had previously set up a baby monitor protocol on Peter’s suit, he had likewise set up parental controls through FRIDAY on all of your tower floor. You learned this when you tried to sneak out to a party Tony specifically forbid you from going to, and when you finally reached the elevator doors, FRIDAY locked you inside and you had to wait for Tony to come and get you. Since then, you’d been smart enough to disarm the system anytime you left your room after curfew or got into any other business Tony would obviously disapprove of. Spider-Man sneaking through your window at two in the morning to give you comfort cuddles? Probably something your father would disapprove of.

               Peter tapped twice and waved, you rolling your eyes and laughing, motioning for him to come in before he slid up the glass of your window and crawled through, brushing off his suit and tugging off his mask, smiling once he clearly saw you sitting in bed, wearing one of his hoodies, grinning back at him.

“Hey Spidey,” you beamed, watching as he walked over towards your bed, kissing you softly. He tasted sweet, like candy, and you melted into the kiss, grabbing the back of his head and staying there for a moment before pulling away. He gave the best kisses.

               “Heard someone needed some cheering up,” he whispered, tossing his mask on your night stand as you made grabby hands begging him to crawl into bed with you. He chuckled, giving in and situating himself underneath your covers awkwardly. You laughed alongside him, tugging him closer, pulling the sheets up over both of you, initially wincing at how cold his suit was when you went to wrap your arms around him.

               “You’re freezing, Peter,” you hissed and he chuckled, rolling his eyes.

               “It was windy outside, alright?” he sighed. “Come warm me up.”

               “Well come closer, doofus,” you chuckled. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, your head resting against his shoulder, arm draped over his chest, fingers playing with locks of his hair. Your voice grew to a soft whisper. “Thanks for coming, baby.”

               “Anything for you, love,” he insisted, his hand rubbing soft circles on the small of your back. The room grew quiet, his hands trailing up and down your back, your fingers brushing through his messy brown locks, both of you simply enjoying each other’s company. At some point you both fell asleep, soft snores dissipating throughout the room, holding each other.

                In the morning, Peter begrudgingly convinced himself he had to get up and get ready for school, kissing you on the forehead and reassuring he’d see you at lunch later that day. You groaned yourself, realizing you should probably get up and resume FRIDAY’s commands before Pepper or Happy got suspicious as to why she wasn’t giving them any updates on your morning status. You took a shower and threw on some clothes, getting ready for the school day, smiling once you saw Peter waiting for you by your locker, a Starbucks cup in his hand.

               “What’s this?” you couldn’t help but laugh in surprise.

               “Well I know you were sad last night and again, I just wanted to cheer you up,” he shrugged, and you found it adorable that you had been dating for going on four months now and he still got flustered being around you. “I know you like the pink one with the strawberries and the coconuts, but they were out, so I got you a peach lemonade instead, I hope that’s okay-”

               “It’s wonderful, Peter,” you insisted, taking a sip and smiling fondly at your boyfriend. “Thank you. For everything. Really.”

               “Damn Peter, you’re buying y/n Starbucks now?” Ned approached both of you. “You never buy me Starbucks.”

               “I’m not dating you, Ned,” Peter narrowed his eyes, laughing.

               “You don’t have to kiss me to buy me a cold brew,” Ned sighed.

               “Anyways,” you rolled your eyes at the two boys quarreling. “You ready for that calculus exam?”

               “I studied all night,” Ned smiled. “I’ve got this one down. How about you, Parker? I bet you were up late last night studying too, huh?”

               “Up late last night,” you agreed. “I don’t know about studying though.”

               Ned’s eyes went wide and both you and Peter laughed, the bell ringing and all of you walking to your classes. As they day went by, you started to find your mind lingering back to your dad. As much of an asshole as he was sometimes, and as overbearing and overprotective as he could get, you really did love him and care about him. Others would probably call you lame, but you really did see Tony as one of your best friends. He helped you build amazing inventions, supported you in all your academic endeavors, and did his best to look out for you. Whenever he was gone on missions for longer than a week, you always started to get worried as far as whether or not he would come back.

               Peter could sense your anxiety, trying to lighten your mood with jokes or place a hand on your shoulder as a sign of affection. Afterschool he approached you, clutching onto the straps of his backpack, seeming nervous. “I’m sorry you’ve had such a rough day. I was thinking we could take your mind off of things and you could spend the night at my place tonight?” he offered.

               “Really?” your eyes lit up, thinking how you would love more than anything to get out and do something tonight. Nothing was worse than staying at home and wallowing in your feelings.

“Yeah,” he gave a soft smile, thinking about how adorable you looked when you got excited. “Aunt May is working night shift so maybe, if it’s cool with you, we can grab a pizza, play some video games, and then watch a movie?”

               “Of course,” he insisted. “And we can stop somewhere on the way home to grab some snacks too.”

               “I’ll give Pepper a call and ask if I can stay over tonight, I’ll probably just say I’m with Gwen or something,” you grinned. “She’ll say yes, she usually lets me have free rein whenever Tony’s out of town.”

               “Awesome,” Peter beamed.

               Sure enough, you found the two of you hours later on the floor of his bedroom, eyes fixated on a television screen, playing Mario Kart and chowing down on some pepperoni pizza and cherry slushies. It was practically a ritual for you to hang out with Peter on weekends. As long as he didn’t have an academic decathlon the next morning, Aunt May let you stay as late as you wanted on Fridays. Saturdays you spent fooling around in the lab working on suit modifications, recalibrating certain machinery, or working on new projects. Sundays were official lazy days, both of you usually sleeping in and meeting up midday to cuddle on the couch and watch a movie, usually wrapping up with finishing your weekend homework over facetime. However, on the weekends in which Tony or May were out of the house, the two of you liked to have sleepovers. Usually at Peter’s for the sake of having to navigate FRIDAY’s complicated algorithms.

               It wasn’t like anything particularly steamy happened between the two of you. You had been only dating for a handful of months now, and you were both in high school. Sure, you and Peter liked to cuddle a lot, and hold hands, and play with each other’s hair, but that was simply just affection. And of course, you loved kissing each other, especially when nobody else was around to make fun of you or scold you. Sometimes you found yourself getting into make out sessions, pressed up against each other and finding it hard to catch your breath, hearts racing and desperately clinging onto each other.

Occasionally it would heat up a little bit more than that, some grinding and groping and moaning, and a handful of times Peter’s taken his shirt off, but that was about it. You hadn’t even really reached second base with him yet. And you weren’t complaining, you were glad you were taking things slow. But at this point, you were ready. It just felt like it was time. But you knew this was Peter’s first serious relationship, and you didn’t want to put any pressure on him or rush him into things, so you were complacent with playing Mario Kart and eating pizza in the meantime.

               “I am sooo going to kick your ass,” you warned Peter, pressing down hard on your Wii remote and hitting him with a red shell as your character zoomed past him on the race track, and he simply just laughed.

               “Yeah? Wait till I break out Rainbow Road,” he insisted.

               “Are you actually Satan or do you just hate me?” you narrowed your eyes. “There is no way I’m playing that shit, I think I’d rather forfeit.”

               “It’s all about strategy and focus,” he argued, knocking Luigi out from second place, tailing right behind you, eyes glued to the screen.

               “Strategy? You sound like Ned,” you snorted, drifting a curve and heading towards a shortcut. “That racetrack is nothing but a holographic highway of death.”

               “If we had it your way, we would be playing Moo Moo Meadows on an endless loop,” Peter teased and you gasped playfully.

               “What? It has fun music and I like looking at the cows,” you whined and he laughed, passing you at the last minute and scoring first place, making your jaw drop. “What the hell? How?”

               “What can I say? You’re dating a winner, baby,” he grinned and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head and taking another bite of your pizza.

               “I’m dating a jackass,” you joked. “You can’t let me win just once? Come on, be nice.”

               “I used to do that, and you made fun of me for it,” he pointed out. “Remember the first week we started dating?”

               “You literally used to go in reverse until I caught up with you,” you replied flatly. “It was ridiculous, Peter. It’s not like you made it subtle that I happened to suck at the game or anything.”

               “I just didn’t want you to feel bad,” he reassured, and you chuckled, taking a sip of your slurpee and sighing, leaning your head on his shoulder.

               “So another round or are we going to move onto Smash Bros?” you raised an eyebrow.

               “Up to you,” he shrugged, taking a bite of his pizza as well.

               “How about we play another round of Mario Kart,” you suggested. “But whoever wins gets a prize.”

               “Like what?” he crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the mischievous grin on your face, doubtful.

               “I don’t know, a hoodie or something,” you perused innocently and he let out a breathy laugh.

               “You’ve already stolen all of mine, so I’m not sure I’d have another one to give you quite honestly,” he admitted and you smiled, mind wandering elsewhere.

               “What about…” you pouted your lips, trying to think up something good. “What about if I win, I get to do anything I want to you? And if you win, you get to do anything you want to me. All within reasonable boundaries of course.”

               “Woah,” Peter’s eyes widened. “Is this the part when you tell me you actually work for Hydra and you gut me like a fish or something?”

               “Pshh no that’s ridiculous,” you shook your head.

               “What do you mean ‘do whatever you want to me?’ Huh?” he inquired, mischievously raising an eyebrow. “This seems oddly torture-like.”

               “It’s not going to be torturing,” you stared at him, unamused. “I could never hurt you.”

               “Then what could you possibly want to do to me?” he sighed, looking at you, entertained with your shenanigans, taking a sip of his cherry slushie.

               “I dunno,” you shrugged, stirring your straw in your cup a couple times before casually telling him your suggestion. “Suck your dick I guess.”

               He instantly spat out his slurpee, eyes widening, shocked. “E-excuse me, what?”

               “I said if I win, I’d probably suck your dick I guess,” you shrugged again and he blinked at you, entire face flushed red, stuttering and stunned all at the same time. Your lips curled up in a small smile, thinking of how much you loved to see him like this, a literal blushing virgin. He was adorable, really.

               “Well gosh, I uh…” he looked down at the red icee he had spat all over his t-shirt and then up at you, still at a loss for words. “You don’t really have to beat me at Mario Kart to get my permission to do that, you know.”

               “Yeah, but this way makes it a lot more fun, yes?” you smirked and he swallowed awkwardly, absolutely frazzled.

               “S-sure, I guess you’re right there,” he nodded slowly, still staring blankly at the slushie stains. “How do you know I’m not going to just let you win?”

               “Because…” you drew out, looking at him, still smirking. “If you win, then you get to do whatever you want to me.”

               He paused, turning towards you, breath hitching. “Anything?”

               “Well again, no torture or killing or whatever but-” you clarified and he laughed, rolling his eyes.

               “Yeah, of course, but uh…” he got lost staring at you again and you couldn’t help but wonder what he could possibly be thinking of. “Shit, I’m in.”

               “Really?” you bit down on your lower lip, almost too excited for this bet.

               “Definitely,” he nodded, feeling a bit more confident. “Just give me a second.” He slipped off his t-shirt and you watched intently, noting how built and lean he was. There were certain perks to dating Spider-Man, and it was moments when your boyfriend was sitting in front of you shirtless like this that you were ever most grateful for them.

               “Well shit, Parker,” you laughed to yourself and he stared at you, confused.

               “What? My shirt had slushie all over it,” he insisted and you looked at him, narrowing your eyes.

               “Uh huh…”

               “No for real!”

               “Totally not trying to tease me or anything over here.”

               “Oh whatever! Just start the game.”

               “Give me a second,” you insisted, reaching down and deciding to take it one step further, slipping off your own sweatshirt and revealing your bra underneath, looking at him, anticipating his reaction. Seeing him like this, you wanted to take a picture and capture it forever. He looked breathless, staring at you, his eyes dark and fixated, his lips parted, mesmerized. You couldn’t help but smile. “See something you like, Spidey?”

               “Yeah,” his eyes flickered up to yours, still blushing. “You.”

               Grinning, you leaned over to kiss him, then pulled away, picking up your Wii remote and selecting your favorite racetrack. “Good luck,” you winked.

“Good luck yourself,” he laughed. “Seeing as the only time you ever beat me in Mario Kart is when my controller dies, I think you’re the one who’s going to need it.”

“Fine, to hell with luck,” you rolled your eyes as the countdown started. “Maximum effort.”

               Both of you pressed down hard, zooming through the track, eyes fixated on the screen, cursing and screaming and hooting and hollering as you gained power ups and got knocked off the road by each other. By far, the most intense game of Mario Kart you’ve ever played in your life. Each round you seemed to egg each other on more and more, and although you clearly knew how this was going to end, you couldn’t help but at least try your very best. First place trophy spinning on the screen, Peter’s tongue ran over his lower lip, glancing over at you as nervousness flowered in your chest. What did he have in mind?

               “I don’t think either of us saw that coming,” he stated sarcastically and you looked at him incredulously.

               “Alright then Peter Parker,” you hummed lightheartedly, shutting off the television and setting your controller down, sighing as you leaned back and rest your weight upon your backwards palms. “What do you have planned for me?”

               “Well…” he looked at you shyly, almost hesitant, and you began to grow even more curious. “I know you said ‘anything I wanted’ or whatever, but I want to make this enjoyable for you too, and that sure you’re okay with everything I’m doing.”

               “By all means, don’t stop for me,” you insisted, small smile tugging on the edge of your lips. “If you say or do anything I don’t like, I’ll speak up. Don’t worry.” He hummed softly in acknowledgment, nodding as he looked towards the floor, still nervous, then cleared his throat.

               “I think seeing as your intentions were to seduce me, I guess I have no choice but to go along with the theme,” he rolled his eyes playfully, slowly gaining confidence and crawling closer to you, making your heart beat twice as fast. He kissed you on the lips, soft and sweet and slow, and then pulled away, lowering his face so that his mouth was barely brushing up against your ear, his voice lowering to a whisper. The entire mood of the room shifted, into something more serious. “So, I think you should lay on the bed for me.”

               “Whatever you say,” you smiled sweetly, trying to hide your nervousness and doing as told, getting up and making your way to his bed, laying down on your back, watching as he stood at the end, looking you up and down, licking his lips. You could tell something inside of him changed. He didn’t seem so timid anymore, afraid to suggest something or speak up. His shoulders rolled back, his feet planted solid in the ground, his entire stance exuding confidence. It was different, dominant and alluring, and you couldn’t help but be captivated by it. He was entrancing like this, dark eyes gazing over your body, shirtless, hands dipping down into the waistband of his jeans, brows furrowed, pondering what to do with you.

               “Hands up. Against the bedframe,” he ordered, and you looked at him, trying to analyze what he had in mind as you tentatively did as instructed, positioning your arms above you, against the wooden frame. In what seemed like an instant, he suddenly flicked his wrists outward, webs springing from his fingers and you gasped as the sticky substance pinned your hands above you, a mess of webs fixating them to the wooden plank. You eyes widened and then narrowed.

               “Didn’t know Spidey was into bondage,” you bit down on your lower lip, aroused by his dominance and playfulness all the same.

               “Didn’t know you could be so naughty,” he quipped back and you blushed, trying to look away, shy.

               “Nuh uh, none of that,” he argued with a chuckle, crawling on top of you and raising your face to look at him with one of his hands, making your eyes meet. “If I do recall correctly, you were offering to suck me off a moment earlier. Seemed pretty eager too.”

               “Still am if that’s what you fancy, Peter,” you suggested, eyes twinkling with a glint of naughtiness, but he just shook his head, smiling.

               “I think I have other plans for you tonight,” he insisted, kissing you again this time, but rougher, his tongue sliding in between your lips and up against your own, then retreating to have his teeth catch your lower lip, dragging it between them before he pulled away, devilish smirk on his face.

               “Mind filling me in on the agenda?” you asked with a breathy voice, fluttering your eyelids and parting your lips, bucking your hips up to meet his.

               “It involves your pants off, and my head between your legs, and you moaning my name,” his eyes flickered up to meet yours. “And then me fucking you into this bed until those moans turn into screams.”

               “Holy fuck,” you whispered, eyes glazed over, staring at him, practically speechless.

               “Sound good to you, sweetheart?” he hummed, fingers tracing over your stomach, playing with the hem of your waistband.

               “Shit…” you laughed to yourself quietly, eyes still fixated on him, feeling unbelievably flustered. “I think I ought to up the ante on Mario Kart wins a whole lot more from now on.”

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Ok fine, I caved again. Originally I said I’d at least attempt to not kidnap @shamedump‘s boys again, but their boys are so sweet (and also have to convenient distinction of not actually wanting to hurt their little reader buddy). Dumpling gave me the green light so with their blessing I’m going ahead with Shy’s final prompt for spoopy hide-and-eat with the Bad Sans Gang using Dumpling’s version of the spooky boyos. I hope I channel their personalities adequately, and I hope you guys enjoy!

Movie night with they guys was always a highlight of your week.

You all met as Archer’s castle on a regular basis to just hang out, piling into one room. Thank goodness this was a whole freaking castle, because your gang was pretty big. Despite the size of the room, the couch really wasn’t big enough for your whole group. As per usual Chain, Mage, Dusty, and Mason were crammed on the couch leaving Deca and you to nest on the floor. The plethora of cushions strewn about made that a non issue, luckily. Crash had made himself a hammock out of his own strings overhead, knitting a scarf absently as the movies served as background noise. This week, the reason the seven of you were sprawled over the couch in the first place was the horror movie marathon going on the TV across the room. 

You turned away as the blood curdling screams shrieked from the speakers, the delightful sounds of the hot blonde being torn apart by the feral werewolf on screen acting as your backing track as you cried “Oh come on! That’s just gratuitous!” You laughed, entertained by the campiness buried in the gore but still refraining from watching until the wet squelches subsided.

“you ok?” Chain asked, looking you over. (You didn’t miss Mage glancing over at you either.)

“I’m good. Having a good time, but so not looking forward to the nightmares tonight.” you respond, flapping a hand as if to waft away the concern.

“scared of horrible monsters coming to get you in the night?” Mason teased, abandoning his spot on the couch to push at your shoulder and attempt to loom.

Despite the blank sockets and black tears, the goof didn’t scare you so you laughed easily. “Not like that, and you know it. Stoppit.” You started to push him off, which made him double down on the game and try to knock you over into the pillow pile. 

Mage broke up the game before it turned into proper rough housing, wrapping one tendril around your waist and another around Mason’s ankle. He yanked you both off the floor, chiding “enough, you two.” 

Mason ended up limply hanging upside down, clearly unabashed and jokingly making grabby hands at you.

To prevent further childishness, Mage dumped you into Chain’s lap and dropped Mason into the thickest portion of the pillow pile.

You giggled when Chain wrapped himself around you, setting his chin on the crown of your head and purring about the newfound proximity.

Deca spun around to look at you, “you get nightmares after scary movies?”

“I mean yeah, but it’s a price I’m willing to pay for a good time.” You shrug, as best you can while wrapped up in Chain’s arms.

“Y-y-you know you’re just about the best guarded human-n in the multiverse, right?” Crashed asked, setting hit knitting aside.

“Yeah, I’m well aware that anyone who wanted to get me would have to go through you guys. My brain is just dumb.” You pat the skeleton wrapped around you as best you could, which in your position was patting the thick ecto on his middle since that’s all you could reach.

His belly reacted to the attention by growling, which you could feel while being pressed into it. You could practically feel the mischief coming off Chain as he said “well, i’m plenty willing to make that more literal if you want.” To emphasize, he licked your head.

You pulled away from the intruding tongue, and Chain let you tumble away from him and back onto the floor, laughing as you squealed about him being gross and trying to fix your hair from the huge cowlick Chain had gifted you.

You noticed Dusty quietly saying something to Mason, which was a pleasant surprise as Dusty usually preferred not to speak much if at all. You asked Mason what was up, curious what made the reserved skeleton speak up.

“he’s asking if i think you being taken in would help with the nightmares. so, would it?”

“Uh... dunno. Never tried it before.” You said truthfully.

“why don’t we try it out, then. but make it a game?” Mage asked, grin quirking predatorily.

“Game?” You asked, curious to see where this went.

“yes. you run, we chase. winner gets to keep you for the night.”

“Hah! Am I player or the prize?”

Mage shrugged, “both.”

You glanced around the room and saw several hopeful gazes and a few curious ones. Crash rolled his eyes and went back to his knitting, but you couldn’t deny the puppy dog eyes you were getting from some of the others.

“Alright, game on.”

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Crash made a seat for himself and another for Deca high up in the canopy of the woods by the castle, which would serve as your arena for the game. (Thematically appropriate, plus no one could tumble down unforgiving stone stairs.) Crash and Deca tapped out before the game began, neither of them really wanting a guest your size. The others still seemed gung ho, so they were on the forest floor with you. 

You waved your flashlight around the area, already scoping out routes, as Mage explained that a victory meant catching you, no shortcuts allowed, and stipulations about magic to keep you from getting hurt during the chase. You kinda tuned it out, instead strategizing. Not like you had to worry about limiting spells you couldn’t cast in the first place. 

You got a minute head start, and your heart was pounding as you ran. 60 seconds had gone by in your mental countdown, which meant you were officially being hunted.

You were mildly nervous, but far from afraid. You did try to tamp down on the nervous feeling and instead focus on your excitement about a new game. Hopefully a more positive feeling would be harder for Mage to track. 

You weren’t left alone too terribly long, as Dusty had a habit of popping up randomly, forcing you to run away with him snickering behind you. You quickly caught on that he was just there for jumpscares, which made you laugh. You weren’t totally positive where the others were for now, though. That made you more paranoid.

The first time you actually felt the game was afoot was when Mason suddenly appeared on your right and made a grab for you. You dodged the grab, and darted in the opposite direction. Being chased by Mason, you almost missed the dark chuckle in front of you. Luckily you didn’t, as your quick turn saved you from Mage’s tendril’s snapping out towards you. The realization that the tendrils were significantly harder to dodge than Mason had been made you realize Mason wasn’t actually trying to catch you, instead herding you towards Mage.

The realization that Mason was helping Mage rather than himself wasn’t surprising, but definitely amusing. You had to dodge plenty more of Mason’s divebombs, and Mage quickly caught on that you knew what was going on and actually had to chase after you now as well, rather than waiting for Mason to bring you close enough for a grab. You heard Deca laughing from high above when Mason lunged at you but missed, ending in a face plant. Good to know the two non participants were still entertained. Given this opening, you took off yet again only to be stopped by Dusty springing from a shrub.

It was no effort to get away from him, as per usual. But how did he keep finding you so easily?!

Oh, Delta. It was the freaking flashlight! You realized the bright light was all but a beacon in the dark woods. Mason had given it to you, hadn’t he? Ooh, that cheeky little-!

Fine, you could use their trick against them. You jammed the light in the crook of a tree and took of running, leaving the bulb alight. The laughter from both Mason and Mage meant they’d found your trick, but you were far from your boobytrap and felt a sense of victory.

Your skeleton sightings became fewer now, and your night vision had finally adjusted to the dim light of the moon. But it also heightened the nerves instinctual for humans in the dark. You actually screamed the next time Dusty caught you by surprise, and while you backpedalled you didn’t miss the surprised look on Dusty’s face before you felt two solid somethings wrap around from behind you and lock you in place.

You wriggled with all your might out of a pure fear reaction but stilled when you realized two things. 1) The things holding you were big, thick arms. 2) The plushness of the body you were being held to meant it was Chain.

You looked up, breathy laughter tinging your words as you said “I only saw you once this whole game, but wow did you make it count!”

Deca shortcutted to the ground beside you, while Dusty and Chain chuckled at your outburst.

“figured ambush was the way to go. picked a spot and waited for the right moment, and dusty gave me the perfect window.” Chain explained.

“did you even know he was there, dusty?” Deca asked. 

He shook his head, smiling wide.

Crash seems to have been the one who called Mason and Mage that the game was over, as all three approached in a group.

“well played, chain. and you did pretty well too, human.” Mage said as he approached. 

Once the trio joined, the group was left in a loose ring and you still being held by the large skeleton who’d caught you. Conversation was immediate and comfortable, reliving some of the more lively moments and near misses with glee and laughing over mistakes made. After a bit, the chatter was cut by a rolling growl from Chain’s stomach which served as a reminder as to what victory entailed.

“well, the wager was already set. we’ll go set up the sleeping arrangements and meet you back at the castle. see you later, human.” Mage said, leading the others away and leaving just you and Chain out in the cool night air.

“you ready to get in your sleeping bag?” Chain asked, adjusting his grip on you at last to a more bridal style.

“Hah, yeah. Sounds pretty comfy to me.”

Chain smiled before gently fitting your head into his mouth while you went limp to make the next few moments easier on your host. Chain started swallowing with an easy, steady rhythm and you felt yourself relax in response. This was far from your first time being taken in by one of your skeletal companions so you knew the drill. It was with a happy sigh from Chain that you finished your downward journey and slid into the more open space of his stomach. The magic around you was mildly cool but comfortable, and the softness let you sink in a bit and feel cradled and safe.

Chain’s hand pressed in from outside to steady his newly added weight and you felt the light sway as he began to walk back into the castle. You began to rub at the surrounding walls in a successful attempt to get the monster to purr, and he even started rubbing back at you with your free hand.

He did you the favor of turning his magic transparent for you once you were back in the castle. He knew you preferred being able to see people if conversations were happening, and knowing how these nights went sleep wasn’t on the itinerary just yet despite the bedding being set up and pajamas being on.

Once you host had settled where he’d be sleeping, conversations flowed and jokes were made amongst the group with little difference from before despite your seating arrangements. Eventually, Mason approached and started to lightly pester you through the barrier of magic between you two. Chain seemed more entertained by the banter than bothered, but you hadn’t missed the black puddle that formed on the floor behind Mason.

A tendril emerged, wrapped around Mason’s ribs, and dragged him in. The satisfied look on Mage’s face would have clued anyone in the group in to where the troublemaker had ended up even without seeing him be puddled. Any nonexistent doubts also would have been dashed by Mage’s hand remaining on his belly the rest of the evening.

After a while, sleep was imminent and everyone settled comfortably strewn about Mage’s room. Mage and his internal guest were of course veiled on Mage’s four poster bed while everyone else was on various cots and cushions. Even without the luxury of a king sized mattress you felt exceedingly comfortable.

“doin ok in there?” Chain asked quietly.

“Oh, peachy on my end. How ‘bout you?” You kneaded at the wall the way you knew he liked.

He purred at your attentions, rubbing back as best he could from outside. “just wondering if this nightmare cure will do you any good, but i’m feeling pretty peachy too.”

“I will say, pretty hard to feel vulnerable in here. I’ll let you know come morning.”

“good. night, y/n.”

“Goodnight, big guy.”

You both settled in, and it felt like Chain falling asleep took mere seconds. You smiled fondly at the soft sounds of his slowed breathing and his body working around you.

As you drifted off, you couldn’t help but wonder if the chasing game would be played again at some point. 

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Maybe next week you could watch the sequel to tonight’s movie.

#extreme cuddling #safe vore #soft vore #undertail vore

[aellynera]

An Off Day (Nathan Bateman x Reader)

AN OFF DAY

(okay, look. my husband thought he was being funny and said “give me a character and i’ll give you a scenario” and then i snorted laughing and then...well. this happened. set sometime before the events of the movie.)

((shoutout to @anetteaneta for an important bit of info and @tinygaydemonbby​ for the random chat and another key bit.))

Word Count: 2100(ish)

Summary: It’s your day off and you’re just trying to enjoy it. Nathan is working and he’s trying to enjoy it. It doesn’t at all go the way you imagined.

Warnings: Cursing. Banter. Robot sex (not graphic). Personal injury. Innuendo. Propositions. Nudity. Complete and utterly ridiculous trash. Possible typos. Nathan Bateman.

The absolute magnificence of the Alaskan landscape was something that, quite frankly, you were never going to get used to. The trees, tall and majestic, towering over the lush green grass. The river, crisp and pristine, bubbling its way to the immense waterfall that cascaded down the cliff face and eventually made its way into the ever-vast ocean. The bald eagles that would soar from treetop to treetop, even the occasional moose that would make itself known at the edges of the compound and then disappear like ghosts into the forest beyond.

It was otherworldly.

The occasional twig snapped and leaf crunched under your boots as you hiked along your usual trail along the north side of the property. Today’s air felt cool on your cheeks despite the sun overhead; at least it was summer - technically, even if the temperature wasn’t getting much above 60 degrees Fahrenheit these past few weeks - so you had twenty hours of daylight instead of the twenty hours of darkness in winter.

You found your favorite spot on a nearby rock and perched on the smooth surface, tilting your face up to that glorious, shining orb. This really was what you needed right now.

*ding!*

...And that was really what you didn’t need. Definitely not right now, and probably not later either. Speaking of otherworldly.

Your boss was a difficult man, and you had a strange rapport with him that was irritating on a daily professional basis, and to your dismay, increasingly so on a personal level. To be fair, you were the only two humans out here. To also be fair, your boss was kind of annoyingly hot.

You sighed and reached into your pocket, pulling out your phone and glancing at the screen.

God: Where the fuck are you?

God? What the… You were annoyed by the text, but more annoyed by the name. When the hell did that bastard changed his name in your phone? He was insufferable on the best of days, but this was a new low. A new high? You weren’t really sure. Sighing, you shot a text back.

You: It’s my day off.

God: You know that’s not really a thing here right?

You: It is when I need a break from you.

God: I’ll make it up to you.

You: Unless you’re asking me to dinner, I don’t want to hear it.

You groaned. You really didn’t mean to say that.

The little ellipses that showed he was typing back flashed across the screen several times, then stopped. Then popped back up, and stopped again. And just because your boss was your boss, it did it four more times, but still no response.

You shoved your phone back in your jacket pocket and returned your attention to the river, breathing deeply and watching the water swirl around a pile of rocks on the opposite bank.

*ding!*

Dammit.

God: I need you to come back like right now.

You: I’m not gonna sit around and be your Eliza Doolittle today, Nathan.

You weren’t just saying that. Last week, the man had dragged you, literally, into the lab by your elbow and had you repeat vowel sounds and random words extremely phonetically while holding a pulsing orb of glowing blue goo. He claimed it was some kind of brain training. You’d said it wasn’t part of your job description, but honestly, it probably was. You were there to assist, you were there to manage, you were there to occasionally have a satisfyingly intelligent and non-arrogant conversation, and you were mostly there to make sure Nathan Bateman didn’t blow anything up or burn anything down.

That didn’t necessarily mean you liked any of it. Okay, fine, you kind of liked the assisting part and definitely the intelligent conversation part. But it was your day off, and all you wanted to do was not be in the house.

God: What? No, it’s...I just need your help with something.

You: Nathan. It. Is. My. Day. Off. No assistance today. Bother me tomorrow.

God: ...Please?

That gave you pause. Since when did he actually ask for anything politely?

You: Fine. I’m halfway up summit trail, give me like 20.

God: Make it 10.

You:  Asshole.

God: And bring a bag of frozen peas.

What the actual hell.

You blinked at the screen twice, turned your phone off completely, and started back towards the house.

*****

You didn’t know why you paid the slightest bit of attention to Nathan’s request, but once in the house, you found yourself in the kitchen, pulling a bag of frosty legumes out of the freezer. With it in hand, you made your way to the lab.

Nathan hadn’t told you where he was, but you knew where to find him. He was always in the lab.

“Okay, I’m back,” you called out as you pushed through the door to Nathan’s inner sanctum. “Now what is so damn important that…”

“Oh thank fuck,” Nathan’s voice called out. “Do you have the stuff?”

You glanced around suspiciously. You couldn’t see him. Until you came around the side of the long table in the middle of the room and found him. Your eyes widened at the sight of Nathan, curled up on the floor in a fetal position, sweating and vaguely shaking.

And totally naked.

He glanced up as he saw your shoes approached and weakly raised his arm and made a grabby hand. “Gimme.”

Tossing the frozen vegetables to him, your mouth opened and closed several times, trying to process the scene. Before you could really take it all in, you watched as Nathan reached over his shoulder, grabbed his discarded t-shirt, and wrapping the icy bag in the shirt, placed it directly on his crotch.

“All right,” you finally got out, “what the actual hell is going on?!”

“Ohhhhh,” Nathan moaned as the cold compress made contact with his skin. “I thought I was gonna die.”

“Why are you naked?” you yelled at him.

“There was a malfunction,” he replied, nonchalant as if you were simply discussing the weather.

You just gaped at him. This was definitely not in your job description.

“A malfunction,” you repeated.

Nathan made a feeble gesture at the table. It was covered in metal parts and wires, screwdrivers and other things you assumed were robotic but couldn’t recognize. He had been working a new body build for the past few days, that much you knew. But now there were metal bits everywhere and Nathan was bare as the day he was born, sprawled in the middle of the floor. Your eyes scanned the table again; the biggest object, in the middle of the mess, looked sort of like...oh, you did not like where this was going. You pinched the bridge of your nose.

“I may have miscalculated the required tension,” Nathan said, still curled up on the floor.

The required...oh hell no.

“Nathan...you know you’re the literally the smartest person I know, and you know I think you’re brilliantly creative and inventive and all that important stuff, but please, please tell me you were not actually doing what I think you were doing,” you muttered.

“I was working!”

“You know I can just check the security footage, right?” you stared him down.

Nathan looked at you over the top of his glasses. “I had to test it and make sure it worked.”

You buried your face in your hands.

“Why does a robot have to have working...parts?!” As soon as you asked, you wished you hadn’t. This idiot genius actually had the nerve to blush. Slightly. He would never admit it, but his ears definitely got pinker than they’d been a few seconds ago.

Nathan sat up suddenly and glared at you, adjusting the ice pack again - thank the heavens - to keep himself covered. “First of all, it’s not a robot, it’s an AI. There’s a big difference. And second of all, we talked about this. The point is to make it as human as possible, so this particular part was necessary.”

The glare you shot back at him could have melted his current loincloth. It was your day off and Nathan couldn’t even leave you be for one whole day without his compulsion to cater to whatever whim was in his head and get under your skin. You dropped into one of the lab chairs.

“So...let me get this straight,” you sighed. God help you. But not the God in your cell phone, because he could go fuck himself. Or get fucked. Whichever.

Suddenly, through your haze of utter exasperation, what you’d just thought clicked into place and you snorted a laugh. Your eyes flashed over to the thing in the middle of the table. It was definitely shaped like a pelvis.

Nathan’s eyes became daggers. “What’s so fuckin’ funny?”

Your eyes went to the thing on the table and to his hands, and then back again. You shook your head, cleared your throat, and tried not to laugh again. It didn’t work. “Sorry. Um. So...what you’re saying is...you got injured because you were...fucking a robot pelvis.”

“I should fire you,” Nathan grumbled.

“And you got injured - from fucking a disembodied robot pelvis -”

“I am so going to fire you.”

“...because it was too...tight?”

“I shouldn’t have asked for your help. I should have just let myself die here, naked and unsatisfied.” He flopped back down.

You couldn’t help yourself any longer. Your laughter rang through the lab, a mixture of actual amusement and horrified reality. You snorted again and that made you laugh harder. Nathan had always joked about making a sex robot. Well, you thought he had been joking, but now, clearly not - and he’d hurt himself in the actual process of trying to make sure it worked. You weren’t a monster, you hoped he wasn’t truly actually injured, but you also took a little satisfaction in knowing karma existed.

After a few minutes, you wiped your eyes and looked down at him. Nathan stared back, but you could see the start of a sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I told you I miscalculated the tension. It was fine--”

“Until it wasn’t?” you wheezed.

“--until it cut off all the circulation to my dick.”

You bit your lip. “Nathan Bateman. You literally cockblocked yourself.”

He didn’t respond right away. But then he spoke, at the same moment you noticed the smirk on his face fully bloom and what you’d come to call his “up to some bullshit” look glimmer in his eyes.

“Are you gonna come help me or not?”

“Excuse me?” You were fairly certain your eyebrows could not go any farther up your forehead.

“Well, I’m not in excruciating, unimaginable pain now, and I’d like to make sure my dick isn’t going to fall off. And I didn’t finish. Need a little help here.”

“You want me to--” you stuttered.

“Un-cockblock me,” his wolfish smile broke out fully now.

You hurled a pen at his head. “You really are an asshole.”

“I admit,” he continued, easily dodging your projectile, “this wasn’t what I was expecting for the first time you saw me naked, but I’ll work with what I got.” He started to remove the ice pack.

Another pen went flying his way. “You know, I’m just going to pretend that you’re not about to flash me with your mechanically impaired penis, and that you didn’t just proposition me, and I’m leaving this room now,” you said, standing up and shaking your head.

“Baby, you’re just gonna leave me hanging here?” he grinned, stretching back out on the floor. He folded his hands behind his head. The t-shirt wrapped bag of frozen peas remained - now perched rather proudly, you noted - on his groin.

A vexed growl left your lips as you walked towards the lab door. “Leaving now!”

“Well could you at least toss me my pants?”

You glanced down. Nathan’s sweatpants were balled up behind the lab door. How they’d gotten all the way over here...nope. Nope. You decided that information was entirely unnecessary.

You threw his pants at him and they hit him in the face with a satisfying whump.

“You sure I can’t convince you to help me out here?” Nathan asked serenely from under the fabric.

He couldn’t see the small smile on your face as you walked out the door. Thank god. Or...God. Whatever. The man was a menace.

“Ask me to dinner,” you called over your shoulder.

“I’ll text you,” he called back.

God.

~end~

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The Mandalorian X Dark Fey/Jedi! Male Reader

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Alright children your boiii got a crossover coming up, I’ve been watching too many movies and one specific movie came to mind and I’ve got a lot of ideas so bare with me!! I’ve been watching Maleficent 2; and I got the sudden idea of making the reader a Dark Fey Jedi who is the last of his kind and is the only one who can help Din and little baby yoda.

Summary: Din lands on Naskar, a forest filled planet where not many people come to visit, both him and the child are still searching for a Jedi that could help the child learn how to control the force, but what happens when he stumbles upon a very rare species who’s a Jedi?

Warnings: Fluff, crossover, Dark Fey, random planet, baby yoda being soft, mando learning new things.

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Neskar was probably one of the most beautiful planets that Din has ever visited. The last time he was here was when he was only a little boy, his Buir had brought him here during one of their training days, getting him ready to become an official Mandalorian.

But that was years ago and now here he was, visiting once again but as a father hismelf and with his own Adi’ka.

The population was small and not many people lived on this planet, he decided to stop here because he thought it was a good idea to get a few days or rest and to stretch their legs before anyone came after the child. The planet was nearly isolated and peaceful, not many fights break out here so it’s less likely for him to get a job here.

“Will be staying here for awhile, womp rat.” He tilts his head down to see the child waddling away, giggling cheerfully as he chased around some leaf bugs. Din Can only shake his head with a smile before heading back up the ramp and grabbing some food for them, since they are staying here then they might as well and explore and see if any old training grounds were still around.

Hearing a squeal from the child, he turns back around in alert, a hand on his blaster. Once he sees the child he quickly relaxes, seeing him hold out his tiny hand and holding a leaf bug. “Having fun?” He questions as the child giggles as him and shakes the bug off before walking up to him with his arms open, wanting to be picked up.

Din couldn’t say no to the kid so he bends down to pick him up and sighs. “Let’s see if we can find anything here.” He hands the kid an opened up ration bar as the child coos in delight at the sight of food, he takes the ration bar and began to stuff his face. The walk down the forest covered path was quiet, he made sure to examine the area around him as he tries to search for any villages near by or maybe something useful that they could take and use for the near future.

The child had wiggled down during their walk, following close behind Din as he waddled close to his buir, the child’s ears twitch up as he noticed something move from the corner of his eyes, tilting his head in curiosity he leaves Dins side and heads down a different path as he looks up to see a feather like leaf? He reaches up for it brushes his tiny claws against the strange looking texture.

Before he could grip it the ‘leaf’ flutters, causing the child to gasp in surprise and pull his little hand away. The child lifts his head up slowly to see more than one leaf, his ears lower down as he spots a hint of horns hidden in the trees, without thinking the child quickly waddles away to get Dins attention.

“B—buir!”

Din froze in spot at the sudden call for him, turning around he sees the child running towards him, he was farther than usual and that worried him. He walks towards the child and bends down to scoop him up, “Where did you run off too? I told you to stay close and to not leave my side.” He reminds the child.

The child whines and pulls in his cowl, wanting to get his proper attention as he points towards the direction he came from. “Ah—ah!” He babbles out and continues to tug on the mandalorians shirt, wanting him to go that way.

“What are you on about—“

A sudden shutter through the trees, breaks his attention from the kid. Using one arm to hold the kid close against his chest in a protective way as he held out his blaster with his other hand.

The child whimpers in fright as he hides his face against his buirs neck, feeling safe and protected from the dangerous of this planet.

Din looks around slowly as he takes a step forward, he expects a creature or a bounty to pop out and attack them. Taking the kid from him or wanting to hurt them but nothing happens, the forest is silent for awhile before he lets his guard down and puts the blaster back in his holster.

“You have to stay close, it’s dangerous out here and you could get lost or hurt, you understand?” Din tells the kid as the child nods in return, understanding what he means and sticking close to him.

Din continues on with his journey, not knowing that someone was watching him from the trees. He was too distracted from keeping the kid close and making sure that he didn’t try to squir, away again. Upon reaching one of the training grounds he sets the kid down and looks around, he didn’t really expect himself to see any other mandalorian since the Cold War.

“They usually have a warehouse around here.” He looks to his left to see the ware house all destroyed from the inside, nothing left behind but dust and broken down metal. “Figured there would be nothing.” He mumbles to himself as he approached the warehouse, frowning under his helmet as he began to move things around.

The child stands outside with his head tilted, watching his buir work, the child’s attention is averted back to the force, feeling a sudden tug as he gives his caretaker a glance before walking back towards the woods, he stays close by as he squints his little eyes and sees a figure hidden in the trees, his little black eyes widening wonder as he stares at the strange specimen.

“Ah!” The child giggles out cheerfully as he makes grabby hands towards the figure, hidden in the trees.

The strange specimen stares down at the child in shock, feeling the force coming form him as he slowly lowers himself down from the branches, wearing a brown cloak he kept the hood on to cover up his horns and long ears. The child doesn’t hesitate to approach the stranger as he reaches out to touch his colorful feathers.

“Hello...” He whispers out in a quiet voice as the child smiles widely at him.

“where did you come from?” He asks and crouched down to reach the child’s height, he reaches out to stroke one of its long ears, laughing softly as the child cooed and takes ahold of his hand. Before the stranger could pick him up he hears shouting from the clear fields.

“Kids! Where are you!”

The stranger frowns, “I’m guessing that’s your parent calling for you?” He questions as the child nods and begins to head back, moving through the forest fields and appearing back in the clear field. “Buir!” The kid shouts back, getting the mandalorians attention as din sighs in relief and rush’s to him. “What is with you today? You’ve been running off to much!”

The stranger watches from the trees, his wings fluttering as he noticed the mandalorian and gasps. “A mandalorian, what are they doing here?” He whispers out in panic as he watched the two interact with each other. The stranger takes this as an opportunity to leave, flapping his wings as he flies away from the pair and deeper into the forest.

Din holds the kid and sighs, “lets head back to our ship and set up for tonight.” He looks around the forest before heading back towards the direction of their ship, the child was looking over his shoulder and whines, giving the other side of the forest one last look before he nuzzled his face into the crook of Din’s neck.

The trek back was easy, the suns were setting and Din was working at a normal pace to set up a fire and make some food for the kid. He also had a blanket laid out for the kid to sit on and play with while he worked on making them dinner. It was strange for Din to have someone else with him, he’s usually on his own during stuff like this that he’s gotten so used to the silence but now that he wasn’t alone. He had to get used to the presences of someone else, let alone his own son.

“Here you go.” He hands the child a small bowl of soup, cooing he takes it in his tiny hands and begins to eat his own dinner. Din smiles at the child and reaches up to remove his helmet, since the child was part of clan he had the ability to reveal his face around him. The two were a clan now so he wasn’t breaking the creed.

As the two ate in silence, the moon was shinning down on them while the fire kept them warm for the night. Din was the first to finish, putting his beskar helmet back on and moving himself closer to the child, “It’s almost time for bed.” He picks you the child and settles him on his chest, yawning under his helmet.

The child coos as he adjusts hismelf on the beskar chest plate, liking the feeling of the cold armor pressed against his tiny little body.

Din allows the kid to fall asleep first, staying awake a little longer as he stares at the fire, his eyes slowly drop from the tiredness and his head tilts back against the tree he was leaning against, holding the child on his chest as he sleeps.

Watching from above the dark fey was standing in the trees as he watches the small family, tilting his head in confusion he jumps off the tree and lands softly, quiet enough to walk up to the sleeping mandalorian. He didn’t understand as too why the mandalorian was being kind to the child when his people wiped out his own kind, leaving him to be the last. This plant was meant for the dark fey until the mandalorians came and took it away from them, leaving many homeless and alone that they all slowly died off. His family was the last of their race before they all died, leaving him alone on his own.

As he watches the two sleep he sighs to himself, smiling a little as he eyes the child and reaches out to stroke its ears.

“Get away from him.” He hears the sound of a blaster click as the dark fey froze in spot. “I’m not here to cause trouble.” He whispers out din glanced over to the mandalorian who held the blaster close to his face.

“You’ve been following us around, didn’t think I would know?”

The other hums. “I was just curious about you and the child, the last time I saw a mandalorian was when I was still a young child.” He lowers his hand from the child and fully turns to face the mandalorian. “Your people killed mine.”

“So what? Now you’re here to kill me for it?” Din questions as he cocks the blaster.

The other gives the child one look before looking towards the mandalorian. “No.” He says and moves to sit up. “I don’t see the point of killing you—“ Din still had his guard up as he slowly moves to sit up, “This child has something—something very powerful on him and I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t feelin things. Its been years since I’ve last felt the force.” He whispers.

Din raises a brow. “You know the force?”

The other nods in response.

“How?”

The stranger looks away as he sighs and reaches up to remove his hood, showing off his horns and face. He was still young and hasn’t aged in years, their kind were slow when it came to growing and maturing. “I’m Y/n, a dark fey who lives in this forest.” He explains to the mandalorian.

“Dark fey? I’ve never heard of such species.”

“That’s becuase I’m the last of my own kind, been living here for years now until you arrived. The child has been giving off a strong power towards the force and I just wanted to see it for myself—feel it.” He noticed how the mandalorian lowered down his blaster and glanced down at the sleeping child who was still snoozing during all of this.

“Are you a Jedi?” Din asks as he moves his gaze back to y/n.

Y/n shrugs a little and sighs. “I wouldn’t really say Jedi, they are considers as teachers who teach the younglings at a young age. I was an apprentice to one until the day they died, killed by the empire.” He explains to him as he looks around the forest and smiles. “But I can teach, I can try.” He offers.

Din didn’t know much about Jedi’s but he did know that the child would need a teacher, someone who can teach him control and this Dark fey seems convincing enough to help him. “I’ll let you train him but ill be their and keeping a close eye.” He instructs as y/n smiles. “Of course.” Y/n steps back and looks at the dark sky. “Its best to rest, I’ll probably be close but ill see you in the morning.” This receives him a nod from Mando.

Y/n was slowly getting happy and giddy, excited to finally be around another force user. “Goodnight.” He says to mando as he spreads his large wings out and flaps them, flying off into the night sky as he disappears.

Din watches him leave and sighs. “A dark fey, huh? Probably the most strangest creatures i’ve ever heard of or seen.” He whispers to himself and checks on the child. “Heavy sleeper.” He adds before lying him down onto the blanket and sitting himself clsoe to him.

Tomorrow was going to be a very long day and he best be ready for all the chaos to come.

#dyn jarren x male reader #the mandalorian x male reader #stars wars #the mandalorian #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal #baby yoda #male reader #din djarin x male reader

[kurokoros]

not another teen horror movie | sp x oc

Rated: T (mentions of smut)

Words: ~3K

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Jubilee Jones (OC)

Characters: SP, Jughead, Toni, Fangs, Joaquin

Summary: When they go camping in Fox Forest for a night, it’s all fun and games until Fangs goes missing. Maybe the legend of the Gargoyle King isn’t as fake as they thought.

AN: One-shot written for the @southsidearchive prompt: Classics. Requested by @catthecoder “from the falloween prompt list, can i request numbers 12 and 22, with sweet pea + oc?”

The fire crackles, little wisps of flame dancing through the air before disappearing into the darkness. The embers illuminate the small clearing where they’ve set up camp in Fox Forest. The woods are otherwise quiet save for the chirping of bugs. When Toni suggested they have a bonfire in the middle of the woods, the rest of them agreed easily, despite the local legends. They all needed a quiet night like this, and spooky stories and cheap beer around a camp fire seemed like a perfect decision for a chilly October night.

On a quilt a few feet from the fire, Jubilee curls herself closer to Sweet Pea’s chest, playing with the rings on his fingers as she stares into the fire, the warm, smoky smell lulling her into a half-asleep state. Sweet Pea’s chest rises and falls beneath her in a slow and steady rhythm as he draws shapes against her back beneath her shirt. His fingers trace the length of her spine absentmindedly.

Across the fire, Toni rolls her eyes as Jughead shoves another charred marshmallow into his mouth. Her nose scrunches in disgust, and she shakes her head as she takes another long drink from the bottle cradled in her hand. Jughead doesn’t notice, engrossed in roasting another marshmallow already.

They’re all a little drunk and tired, and Hot Dog’s tail thumps against the ground as Joaquin comes back out of the woods with an armful of sticks for the slowly dying fire. He drops the pile beside his folding chair before plopping down. “Hey,” he calls across the fire to the rest of them, “has anyone seen Fangs?”

Jughead frowns as he chews his burned marshmallow and Toni’s half-lidded eyes slide to the empty chair Fangs had been occupying for most of the night. Jubilee pulls her head from Sweet Pea’s chest to do the same, and beneath her Sweet Pea sighs.

“I thought he went to piss?” Sweet Pea says, voice low and thick with sleep.

Joaquin nods as he scratches Hot Dog between his ears. “Yeah, like a half-hour ago.”

Jubilee sits up, ignoring Sweet Pea’s attempts to pull her back down to him. “He didn’t come back?” she asks, slightly more awake now. She scans the clearing, just in case Fangs is passed out on the ground somewhere.

“Drunk bastard probably got lost,” Jughead says after swallowing. He stretches, his shoulders cracking loudly. “You know how he likes to go adventuring when he’s wasted.”

Toni groans as she comes to the same conclusion. “Who was supposed to be watching him again?”

Jughead takes a sip of his beer and glances at the couple on the ground slyly. “I’m pretty sure it was Sweet Pea,” he says as Jubilee disentangles herself from her grabby boyfriend and stands up.

“What?” Sweet Pea snaps, surging up from his prone position. “Fuck you, Jones, I watched him last time!” He follows Jubilee up, his eyes narrowed dangerously as he glares at Jughead.

Jughead scoffs. “No, I watched him last time because you were busy trying to grope my sister behind a tree.”

“Can we not have this conversation now?” Jubilee asks, sighing as she grabs Sweet Pea’s arm to keep him from beating the shit out of her brother. Joaquin stares at the rest of them in amusement and continues to stroke Hot Dog’s head.

Toni sets her drink on the ground by her feet. “Agreed. Let’s just find Fangs and go home. He can’t have gotten far.”

Sweet Pea rolls his eyes as he runs his hand through his messy hair, irritation flashing in his dark eyes. “Let’s split up and look for him then,” he suggests.

“Let’s not,” Jubilee says, staring up at her boyfriend. She crosses her arms, having to crane her head back to meet his eyes. “That’s a good way to get lost. Or axe murdered,” she tacks on. He snorts in amusement, and she glares back at him. “What? You know what people say about Fox Forest.”

“Oh yeah. Sacrificial cults. A bloodthirsty, demonic creature. So spooky!” He laughs at the face she makes, and Jubilee shoves him away from her. Sweet Pea doesn’t let her go far. Easily, he tugs her back to him and wraps his arms around her torso, hugging her to his chest. “Come on, baby,” he murmurs against her hair, still chuckling as he presses a kiss to her temple. “There’s nothing out here. The Gargoyle King is just a myth.”

A displeased sound pulls from her throat, but she leans against his chest. “That’s what the hot guy in every horror movie says before everything goes to shit,” she reminds him, but she doesn’t stop his hands from flirting with the hem of her shirt.

He grins against her hair. “I’ll take care of you.”

“Eww,” Jughead says loudly from where he’s sitting closer to the fire. “Can you two not fuck in the middle of the woods? Thanks.” He takes the last swig of his beer, pulling a face as his sister and her boyfriend continue to flirt shamelessly.

Jubilee rolls her eyes. “Shut up, dumbass.”

“Shut up, dumbass,” Jughead repeats mockingly.

Before they can start bickering, Toni stands from her folding chair. “Okay!” She claps her hands together, gaining everyone’s attention. “Look, Sweet Pea is kind of right,” she admits. “Fangs probably just wandered off to take a piss and passed out in one of the bushes. It’ll be faster if we split up and look for him.”

Jughead’s eyes narrow as Sweet Pea’s fingers dip beneath Jubilee’s shirt. “Maybe I should go with Sweet Pea.”

“What? Need me to protect you, Jones?”

The girls share a look before Jubilee slips from Sweet Pea’s grip and gabs his hand instead. “Sweet Pea and I will go this way,” she tells the others, gesturing north of their camp. “You two head towards the lake. And Joaquin,” she shrugs, “just stay here in case he comes back, I guess. Is that okay?”

Joaquin snorts and ruffles Hot Dog’s ears. “I’m fine with not wandering around in the middle of the creepy woods.” Hot Dog woofs his agreement, tail thumping against the ground by Joaquin’s feet.

“Great,” Jubilee says. “Keep your phones on and meet back here in an hour?”

Begrudgingly, Jughead stands from his chair, already groaning. “An hour?” he repeats, his brows furrowing. “You think it’s going to take an hour to find Fangs?”

“Nope.” Sweet Pea licks his lips as he looks at Jubilee, a mischievous look in his eyes. As he tugs her away, Jubilee giggles, barely glancing back at the rest of them.

Jughead watches them go. “You two disgust me!”

Jubilee flips him off over her shoulder.

They’ve been wandering around Fox Forest for nearly a half hour when Jubilee comes to the conclusion that they have absolutely no idea what they’re doing or where they are. It’s been at least twenty minutes since either of them could hear Toni and Jughead in the distance, and they’ve checked every bush and tree, yet there’s been no sign of Fangs.

In his drunken state, she seriously doubts he could have made it this far into the woods by himself, and she’s half tempted to head back to the bonfire to see if he came back. Though, that’s hard to do when everything looks the same and she has no idea where they are anymore.

“I’m calling it,” she says, stopping with a heavy sigh. Sweet Pea glances at her over his shoulder. “We’re officially lost in the woods.” It’s cold and dark and everything looks the same out here, and Jubilee can’t shake the weird feeling she’s had since they all split up.

Fox Forest has always creeped her out, especially at night. Sure, a demonic gargoyle and satanic cults sounds ridiculous, but with the rest of the weird shit that happens in Riverdale, she really wouldn’t be surprised if they walked into the middle of a group of masked cultists about to sacrifice some poor animal.

As if he knows exactly what she’s thinking, Sweet Pea rolls his eyes. The light from his flashlight makes another sweep across the nearby trees, casting gnarled shadows across the ground. “We’re not lost, babe,” he says. “I know exactly where we are.”

Yeah, that’s a lie. “I’m sure,” she responds dryly, gaining another look from him. “Okay, human compass, what direction are we going?”

It takes him way too long to answer her. “North?”

“Are you asking or telling me? Because I swear, Sweet Pea, if we’re lost out here in the middle of the creepy ass woods, I’m not sleeping with you.”

A smirk she knows far too well creeps onto his face, and the double entendre hits her a moment later. “What?” Sweet Pea asks her. “You scared?” He angles his light on the ground and crosses the short distance between them.

That look in his eyes makes her mouth go dry. “Hardly.” Jubilee wets her lips.

He clicks off the flashlight and slips it into his back pocket, plunging them into darkness. She blames the hitch in her breathing on the sudden chill in the air. “It’s okay to admit it,” he tells her, clearly amused.

“Bite me,” she murmurs as he backs her up against the nearest tree, his lips hovering over hers teasingly.

Sweet Pea’s hands press against the rough bark on either side of her head, boxing her in. Her fingers fist around the lapels of his leather jacket, pulling him closer. “You first, baby.” Teasingly, his lips brush against hers, the heat of their breaths mingling in the chilly air.

Goosebumps prickle at her skin as his palm leaves the tree to settle on her hip, his fingers flirting with the hem of her shirt. “We’re supposed to be looking for Fangs,” she reminds him half-heartedly, rising on her toes to get closer to his lips.

“He can wait,” Sweet Pea tells her before his mouth finds hers in the dark.

It doesn’t take long for them to become lost in each other. Their heavy breathing and the quiet gasps and whimpers slipping from their mouths are the only sounds in the dark woods. The moonlight casts a silver shadow across the secluded spot between the trees.

Jubilee’s arms loop around Sweet Pea’s neck as his mouth moves against hers roughly, the alcohol buzzing in their veins and the thrill of the night making them bolder than usual. His fingers slip beneath her shirt, his palms hot against her as he tugs her shirt upwards, revealing inches of soft, creamy skin to his greedy hands. She moans against his mouth, raking her fingers through his hair, and Sweet Pea’s lips move to her jaw. Nipping and sucking his way to her neck, he grins when her head falls back against the tree trunk, her eyes fluttering shut as he works a faint hickey just beneath her chin.

Jubilee giggles as he nips her shoulder, pulling her shirt higher, letting it bunch above her bra. His teeth scrape across her neck as her fingers disappear into his boxers. A low groan rumbles in his chest.

Glowing eyes lock with hers in the dark from between the trees. Jubilee freezes, her breath hitching. A trick of the moonlight, maybe, an owl in the trees, or a deer, but then her eyes start to adjust. A figure swathed in a black cloak watches them from between the shadow of the trees. Gnarled antlers protrude from a deer skull, blending with the trees.

It stares with empty eyes, and every story she’s heard about the Gargoyle King comes rushing back to her. Slowly, as if it isn’t really happening, the figure’s head moves.

“Sweet Pea,” she murmurs, watching in horror as it takes a step out from the trees. “Sweet Pea—stop. Oh my god!”

He rips away from her neck, his eyes wide in concern. “Shit, sorry, doll, I—” A branch snaps behind him, and Sweet Pea whirls around, releasing her. “What the fuck?” Sweet Pea immediately shoves her behind him, blocking her from view as whatever the fuck just popped out of the woods takes another step towards them. “Hey, what the fuck, man?” he shouts, glaring at the figure.

It just keeps coming closer, unafraid, and Sweet Pea squeezes her hip. The familiar sound of a switchblade clicking open splits the air.

“Jubilee, I want you to run,” Sweet Pea tells her, voice low so whatever the fuck the creepy masked thing is can’t hear him.

Her fingers curl against the back of his jacket. “What? No, are you crazy?”

“Jubilee—”

The goddamn Gargoyle King raises its arms, spreading them wide. “It’s time to ascend,” a voice booms across the space between them, a hoarse, gravelly sound. And then, the figure starts to shake.

It takes them a second to realize it’s laughing, the sound familiar.

“Wait, Fangs?” Sweet Pea asks. The figure only laughs harder as it yanks the mask from its head like a damn Scooby villain.

“Fangs, you asshole!” Jubilee yanks her shirt back down, glaring at the cackling man as he doubles over, clutching at his stomach.

The creepy, antlered mask drops to the ground by Fangs’ feet, rubber and very much fake. Sweet Pea slowly lowers his arm when he realizes it’s just his best friend, though he doesn’t put away the knife in his hand. Jubilee subtly grabs his arm. The last thing they need is for Fangs to get his dumb ass stabbed.

Fangs wheezes, hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath, “Oh my god,” he giggles, “that was fucking fantastic!” He wipes the tears from his eyes and straightens. A smug smile spreads across his face as he looks at Sweet Pea and Jubilee, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“What the fuck, man?” Sweet Pea sneers, his jaw clenched tightly. Jubilee slips around his broad frame, and his arm immediately curls around her waist. She leans against him in return and slips her cold fingers beneath his jacket. She rubs his back, drawing small circles between his shoulders, and he slowly starts to relax again.

“Where the hell did you get that costume?” she asks, eyeing the black fabric draped around his frame and intentionally ignoring the ugly, rubber mask on the ground.

The twigs sticking out from his back shake as Fangs shrugs. “Dilton Doiley had one,” he says. “Something about LARPing? I don’t know, he just said I could borrow it for twenty bucks.”

“That doesn’t surprise me,” Jubilee murmurs, running her fingers through her hair and brushing the strands away from her face.

Sweet Pea’s eyes narrow. “There’s no fucking way you knew we’d show up here. We’re in the middle of the woods, how’d you even find us?”

“I didn’t.” The smirk never leaves Fangs’ face as scoops his mask off the ground and crosses his arms. “I’ve kind of been walking around for the last hour waiting for someone to show up. I was hoping to get all four of you at once, but, damn, that look on Sweet Pea’s face was priceless.” He chuckles again and Jubilee grips the back of Sweet Pea’s jacket as he puffs up. “You two were being loud, so it wasn’t hard to find you.”

Jubilee blanches as realizes Fangs was lurking around in the woods listening to her moan, and Sweet Pea’s jaw clenches as he comes to the same conclusion.

Oblivious to their anger, Fangs wrinkles his nose and tugs at the black fabric he’s still swathed in. The creepy decorations that look like bones on his necklace rattle. “It’s fucking hot in here, man,” he whines, pouting at them. He freezes when he sees the open switchblade still clutched in Sweet Pea’s fist. “Dude, were you gonna stab me?”

“Still thinkin’ about it,” Sweet Pea grumbles as he closes the knife and slips it into his pocket.

With a groan, Jubilee buries her face against Sweet Pea’s shoulder and tightens her grip around his waist, her face heating up. “I can’t believe we were almost those naked teens that die in every horror movie,” she murmurs against his shoulder. Sweet Pea leans down to kiss her temple.

“Want me to kill him?” Sweet Pea asks her, too low for Fangs to hear.

Their friend doesn’t pay them any attention, too busy trying to yank the costume off over his head, but only succeeding in getting the fabric even more tangled.

Jubilee snorts as she leans back. “No,” she decides, pursing her lips as she tries not to laugh at Fangs’ struggles. “People would ask too many questions.” Sweet Pea chuckles, and she rises on her toes to give him a chaste kiss.

He steals another kiss before letting her go, and she giggles before turning back to Fangs.

“Okay, Your Majesty,” she calls to him, ��lets go back to the car now. You had your fun.”

Fangs gives up on tugging off the costume and looks at her. “Oh, come on, Jubilee, you’re not scared are you?” His eyebrows wiggle.

She sending him a blank look that makes him freeze. “You really wanna tease me right now?” she asks seriously, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one hip, a stance that means instant death.

Fangs swallows. “No.”

“Good!” Jubilee grabs Sweet Pea’s hand. “Let’s go.” The two of them leave Fangs there, his costume still tangled around him.

“Wait—fuck—guys wait for me!” He chases after them, stumbling over his cloak.

#riverdale #sweet pea x oc #sweet pea imagine #fangs fogarty #southsidearchive #falloween2019 #riverdaledrabbles #sweet pea x jubilee jones

[hereticpriest]

Amplify Chapter 4

Keiko didn’t get to stay with Iida, Shouto and Midoriya. Endeavor took her home, after giving her a short speech about how proud he was of her for controlling herself and only using her quirk to save people despite the temptation to intervene. It wasn’t often that Endeavor said he was proud of anyone, and Keiko not-so-subtly reminded him that he could perhaps tell Shouto as well. The grunt she got in answer was exactly what she was expecting, but it didn’t dim her hopes.

After her best friend healed, he returned to them, and Keiko was subjected to him antagonizing his father relentlessly over the victory attributed to him. Sometimes she felt like a third wheel to their arguments, and she wished she could just go on patrol with Endeavor’s sidekicks. Instead, she was subjected to quirk training that made her body feel like it was hit by a train, constant quizzing about hero laws from Kido and Onima, and headache-inducing bickering between the father and son duo. Burnin rescued her one day for patrols, but she was a hothead, so Keiko ended up continuing her role as the mediating figure whenever anyone else was involved.

She had to admit, however, that she learned a lot. She also got a firm measurement on exactly how much thermal energy she could contain before a discharge was necessary. Endeavor even had his support team draw up some plans and fabric recommendations for a suit that would be better suited to protecting her from flames since she could absorb the energy, but could still be burned in the process if she wasn’t careful. Her favourite part of the entire internship, though, was that she got to spend the whole time living with the Todoroki family. Seeing Fuyumi and Natsuo was good for her soul, and she was willing to overlook Enji’s apparent fixation on eventually marrying her to his son whenever he was present. She even got to visit Rei with Shouto one day. Her polaroid camera came in handy that day, as the trio took a walk on the hospital grounds and had a picnic outside. Rei ended up with tons of photos for her room, and Shouto had plenty as well.

Going back to school after a week of working in the hero world was a bit of a bummer, especially since her internship went quite well. Most of the class seemed to feel the same, but she noticed when she spoke to Momo that her internship was a bit of a disappointment. Mineta seemed thrilled to be back from his internship with Mount Lady, where he was apparently used as a housekeeper. Served him right. Bakugo’s experience was a bit of a surprise, however. As was his lovely hairdo.

“It’s so straight! It looks so soft too.” Keiko teased, playfully brushing her fingers through the white-blond strands only to have her wrists grabbed to stop her. Keiko pouted, wiggling to try and get her hands free so she could get grabby again. Her pout only got worse when Kirishima and Kaminari teased the blond into puffing his hair out again.

“Awww, guys you ruined it!” Keiko whined, nearly collapsing into Mina’s open arms. That drew a laugh from the pink-skinned girl, who fanned the overdramatic girl while she feigned fainting. The girls giggled together, only growing louder when Katsuki shouted at them to shut up.

Homeroom dulled everyone’s spirits, as their final exam was coming up fast. Keiko, who had spent much of her free time training or studying, wasn’t really that worried. Obviously the practical exam posed a risk, but she knew she’d ace the written exam. She declined everyone’s offers to study, even Kirishima and Bakugo’s. Instead, she planned to get together at her place with Shouto. Giving him an out from his place was always a good thing, and it meant her house felt a little less lonely. That was only helped when he arrived at her door with two kittens in his arms. One was a long-haired ginger with three black paws, while the other was pure black with folded ears and medium length fur. Keiko melted on sight, taking them both into her arms and giving them each a kiss, then putting the sleepy things into the pocket on the front of her hoodie.

“Where did you get these guys?” Keiko asked, walking into her apartment to find a box and a blanket to make a bed for them. Shouto shrugged.

“Neighbour’s cat had kittens. I know you’ve been wanting to get cats. You can’t be alone all the time in this place.” The two-toned man replied, “I can help you pick stuff up for them.”

“Thank you Sho. You’re the best friend I could ever have.” Keiko hummed, scrunching up a blanket in one of the old boxes she’d kept from moving, then depositing the sleepy kittens into it. She put the box by the couch so they could get settled, then moved in to steal a hug. Shouto rolled his eyes but allowed it, a hand on her lower back while the other remained in his pocket. Two hours later, they had picked up toys, food, litter boxes, treats, a cat tree, and a couple of scratching posts. Keiko got the apartment set up while Shouto started studying, and once she was done, Keiko began to get dinner ready while Shouto quizzed her from the couch. Both of the kittens loved to lay on Shouto, specifically his fire side, absorbing that ever-present warmth. They ate dinner in the living room, sat under the kotatsu that Keiko had refused to live without. Like Shouto, she tended towards having a rather traditional style of decor, further evidenced by her tatami flooring, floor cushions and low style sofa and chairs. She even had shoji screens to separate rooms in the open floor plan of her apartment. It certainly made her apartment feel larger.

Keiko named the male ginger kitten Rin, and the female black kitten Suzu. Shouto ended up staying quite late, curled up on her couch together to watch movies while the kittens dozed. Keiko figured that the only reason Endeavor hadn’t called to complain about Shouto being away was that he wanted them to get married. Sometimes, she was fairly sure that Endeavor forgot that women weren’t just baby machines.

The day of their final exams, Keiko was admittedly stressed out. They learned that they would be fighting their teachers in their practical exam, and none of the teachers felt like a particularly fun fight to her. Sure, she would definitely have a quirk advantage against some of them, but she was paired up against Present Mic with Jirou and Koda, and she knew that it would be difficult. Mic’s quirk didn’t provide an energy type that she could absorb, and she was paired with two sound-quirk users who wouldn’t be able to use their quirks effectively either. In the beginning of the match, they needed to use their heads. Mic’s voice was ear-piercing even at a distance, and she knew they’d all be suffering big time in a short amount of time.

“I need you guys to hit me. Hard.” Keiko requested. Jirou immediately complied with a wild grin, slapping her across the face so hard that Keiko knew anyone else (except perhaps Kirishima) would have ringing in their ears. In her case, it was a fantastic boost to her energy.

“Good?”

“Hell yeah! Again!” 

Another slap, followed by a gut punch and a kick to the side. Koda panicked as he watched them; Jirou hitting their classmate relentlessly while Keiko looked like she was getting high off of it. A wild grin on her face, Keiko bumped her fist against Jirou’s, then Koda’s.

“Alright guys. I can’t hit Mic from afar since he’s pretty fast, but I can distract the hell out of him. What have we got?” Keiko asked. Another burst from Mic had Keiko mashing her ears with both palms to try and block out the sound. Once he stopped, Jirou rattled off a pretty good explanation for why they couldn’t go right at him, but she came up with the plan to get Koda to use bugs. Koda wasn’t keen on the idea, but Keiko trusted he would overcome his fears. Another shriek made Keiko shrink down to the ground and contemplate shoving moss in her ears. By the time the screaming stopped, Jirou’s ears were bleeding and Keiko was sure hers were as well. She offered to run distraction, giving them time to get the bugs ready to go and also to avoid more damage to Jirou and Koda’s ears. He needed to speak to the bugs to get them to help, which was difficult with Present Mic screeching like a banshee.

“Hey, Mic! Have you ever heard the one about the stuttering DJ? He really likes to d-d-dddd-ddd-ddrop the bass!” Keiko shouted as she headed towards the gate. Mic’s answering laugh was another couple of seconds he wasn’t screeching.

“Good joke, Mochizuki, but did you really come out here with telling jokes as your plan?”

“Yeah, why not, right? Hey Mic, what do police officers and DJs have in common? They both tell drunk people to put their hands up!” Keiko giggled at her own joke, unable to help herself. Mic laughed along with her, but she knew he was smart and was analyzing the area around him. He sucked in a breath after a second to shout, and Keiko used an energized burst to run around the clearing so that he wasn’t aiming towards her classmates, then aimed at him and focused. Instead of her usual larger blast, she managed two concentrated shots that forced him to dodge.

“HEY LISTENERS! COME OUT!” Mic shouted, knocking Keiko on her ass rather easily. Keiko felt  blood coating her neck just under her ears, but she saw the ground bend upwards next to Mic’s foot and relief flooded her. Bugs began to crawl up Mic’s leg, and he squealed like a wild animal, eyes rolling back in his head. She was fairly sure he fainted, even. Koda carried Jirou out of the forest at Keiko’s signal that Mic was down, and they all headed out through the gate. Unsurprisingly, Keiko got a lecture from Aizawa about using herself as cannon fodder, but was pleased with them for being able to work as a unit against a quirk ill-suited to them. A quick visit to Recovery Girl had them all fixed up, and they were able to watch the other battles again, but watching Izuku and Katsuki fight All Might was painful so Keiko decided to sit with Shouto to warm up against his fire side.

The news that even those who failed will be able to attend the summer training camp, though with extra lessons, cheered up those of the class that were bummed out about their failures. The class planned a shopping trip when Aizawa gave them free time before the end of class, since some of them needed to pick up necessities for the summer. That was interrupted when Nezu knocked and opened the door with All Might, both looking grim. 

“Eraser, we need to speak with Miss Mochizuki and yourself, if you don’t mind.” Nezu hummed pleasantly, fooling no one. Keiko felt her stomach drop out, and her chest got tight.

“Fine. Class, you’re excused.” Aizawa waved the class off, and the three pro heroes watched the class disembark. Keiko stayed in her seat, looking decidedly unsure as she received worried stares from her classmates. Shouto shook his phone at her to indicate for her to call him, and Katsuki stared at her as he left the classroom, his hands clenched into fists. Once they were gone, All Might placed an overly gentle hand on her shoulder as Nezu sat on the desk in front of hers.

“Miss Mochizuki-”

“Please call me Keiko, Principal Nezu. I don’t like going by my last name.” Keiko murmured, unsure.

“Of course. Keiko, we just received word from the police. Geonosis prison had a breakout yesterday, and they just got the final headcount on escaped villains. Kikuchi Bassui was among the villains to escape.” Nezu explained quietly, watching as Keiko’s normally flush and healthy skin went white.

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