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moonstruckme · 7 months

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I would love to see something from the beginning of poly!marauders relationship where they are figuring out that they all want to be together and learning how to make it work. I’ve always wondered how their relationship would start!

Thanks for requesting my love! It took me so long to get to it, I appreciate you being so patient with me <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words

Sirius is playing with Remus’ fingers, and you’re trying to figure out if the ache of longing in your chest is some relative of jealousy. You don’t want it to be. Remus and Sirius are your friends, and you’re happy that they make each other happy. And honestly, looking at them now, with Sirius’ leg slung over one of Remus’ and Remus’ long fingers in his grasp, you’re not sure which one of them you’d trade places with if you could.

Things have gotten…complicated, lately, though none of you are talking about it. Two weeks ago, James had kissed you, and you’d really, really liked it, but you’d felt obligated to confess your confusion to him. You do like James and want him to kiss you, but you can’t help feeling guilty for also harboring feelings for two other people at the same time. It wouldn’t feel fair to start something with James, who deserves all the best anyone has to offer, if you feel like you can’t be fully in it with him.

And of course you’d known he’d be cool about it, but you hadn’t expected him to truly understand. He’d told you that Remus had kissed him back before he and Sirius had gotten together, and James hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the other boy either. Neither of you had quite known how to move forward in light of your admissions, but you’d agreed to put things between the two of you on hold for the time being.

Then just yesterday, you’d been walking to class with Sirius, and he’d accidentally brushed your bum with his hand. The zing you’d felt was probably more a nervous response than anything else, but it had felt markedly different from the icky feeling you’d gotten when boys had touched you without your consent before. Sirius had been quick to apologize, and you’d waved it off, but you’d seen the look in his eyes. You aren’t usually one to flatter yourself by presuming anyone might have feelings for you, but the attraction in his gaze was unmistakable.

You’d said anything to anyone about that, but even now, when he’s half atop his boyfriend, Sirius’ eyes keep flitting to where you’re working on your homework.

“Anyone started on the potions essay?” Remus asks.

“No,” says James. “Have you?”

“No.”

You and Sirius both make quiet sounds of agreement.

It’s silent again, the only sound the gentle scratching of pen on parchment.

“Alright.” James sets his pen down with a thwap. “What’s going on with you guys?”

You look up, and he’s staring right at you.

“What, me?”

“Everyone!” James shakes his head. “No one is talking to each other. Did something happen?”

You press your lips together, but Sirius blurts, “I told Remus I was into Y/N.”

James blinks, looking about as shocked as you feel but without the added embarrassment. You wish, not for the first time, that you could apparate straight out of Hogwarts.

“It’s fine,” Remus says. “We’ve sorted it.” He gives you a kind look. “Don’t look so nervous, love, I wasn’t upset. It’s not like we don’t all have thoughts about other people sometimes.”

Sirius looks unsurprised, and you gather that was a part of the conversation they’d already had, but James nearly chokes on air.

“Do you?” he asks.

Remus flushes, his fingers tightening almost imperceptibly around Sirius’. “Sure. Sometimes.”

James and Remus’ gazes are locked, a sort of heaviness building in the air between them, and you hurry to dispel the tension. “I mean, you’re all very good-looking,” you laugh. “It’d be impossible not to notice each other.”

Sirius seems on board with your plan of levity, falling easily into his default flirtatiousness. “Yeah, gorgeous? Do you notice as well?”

For a second, your mouth works without sound, your thoughts flittering about your head like frenetic butterflies. You’re sure your face is turning a humiliating pink. “I—I mean, like I said, it’s hard not to.” You clear your throat. “You don’t get to be the golden boys of Gryffindor for nothing.”

“And here I thought it was our brains.” Sirius grins, letting you out the trap he’d unintentionally ensnared you in. “Well, if we’re known for our looks, then it makes sense why you’re part of the group too.”

It takes you a second to catch his meaning, but you don’t miss Remus’ tiny nod of agreement.

“Wait a minute,” James says, still looking between the lot of you like he’s refereeing a particularly perplexing tennis match. “So…Sirius and…who all here likes who?”

You go mute, as do the other boys.

James nods, and he’s sticking his tongue in his cheek like he does when he’s nervous, but the set of his brows is resolved. “Okay, I can go first. I fancy each of you.”

You look over at Remus and Sirius, but neither of them appear as shocked as you’d think the profession would warrant. Sirius opens his mouth like he has something to say, then shuts it again.

“Trust me, I feel very weird about it,” James goes on anxiously. “I just wasn’t sure—”

“No, it’s alright.” Remus leans forward slightly, looking like he would reach out and comfort James if he were close enough. “I’ve…I’ve had similar thoughts.”

Sirius has ceased his toying with Remus’ hand, but he doesn’t let it go, looking down at their joined fingers. “Me too,” he says, not quietly but noticeably lower than his normal half-shouting volume.

“I never…I don’t really understand it all the way,” you admit. “But I think I like each of you too.”

There’s another agonizing silence. Remus starts to brush his thumb gently over Sirius’ knuckles.

“It doesn’t make any sense to me,” you say finally. “I see you two together, and I’m not jealous at all. But I like you both.” You look over at James, and your face hasn’t cooled at all, but it gets a new wave of heat now. “And you, too.”

James gives you a little smile, and it’s like he can’t help himself, reaching over to give your shoulder a tiny squeeze.

“I don’t think,” Remus says carefully, “that there’s anything wrong with that. I mean, it’s not like any of us doesn’t like anyone else, apparently. Just…what do we do about it?”

You and James exchange a look, but this suddenly feels like something you shouldn’t intervene in. You’re both single, but Remus and Sirius aren’t.

“Well,” Sirius drawls with a nonchalance that’s definitely forced but so familiar that you’re grateful for it anyway, “if it’s alright with you, I think I’d like to date.”

“You are dating,” you point out.

Sirius shoots you a mocking look. “Date all of you, smart-ass.”

James lets out a little laugh, and you smile a bit at Sirius’ brashness. The both of you look to Remus.

Remus only shrugs as if you’ve asked him to comment on the weather. “S’alright with me.”

James really does laugh now, the loud, hooting sound you love so much. “It’s alright? You really do know how to make someone feel special, Moons.”

“Fuck off,” Remus laughs. “What else am I supposed to say?”

“Um, that we’re the most attractive people you’ve ever seen and nothing would make you happier?”

“Well there you go, James. You’ve said it for me.”

The laughter dies out, the new awkwardness of more-than-friends settling over the four of you.

“Well shit,” Sirius says after a minute. “What do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” you reply. “You’re the only ones who have been in a relationship, what do you guys do?”

Sirius looks at Remus, and Remus looks back.

“What do we do?” Sirius whispers to him. “Do we…we go on dates sometimes, yeah?”

Remus nods, one corner of his lips twitching amusedly.

Sirius turns back to you and James, nodding decisively. “A date,” he announces. “Pick you all up in, uh, our common room at eight?”

“Eight is good for me,” James says, grinning so hugely you can’t help but smile with him. “Now, if we’re all done being weird—Y/N, lovely, could you help me with this charms homework? I’m dying over here.”

You scooch closer to him, peering at his parchment and wondering if now you can stop cataloging all the places your bodies touch, your shoulder brushing his upper arm.

“It looks fine to me,” you say after a moment.

“I know, sorry” James replies, leaning into you so that the warmth of his arm seeps into your skin. “It was a charade.”

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piratefishmama · 10 months

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Finders Givers | Part 2

“STEVEN MARION HARRINGTON.”

“Not my middle name.” Although Robin had made several valiant attempts in guessing it every time she needed to burst into his office all guns blazing. Which was unfortunately… often. She still hadn’t managed to crack it.

He didn’t actually have a middle name. He wasn’t going to tell her that though, this was funnier.

She slapped a sheaf of papers down onto his desk, a brief flick of the first page told him they were call logs and transcripts “What did you DO?! Claudia’s been getting calls all morning asking about renovations?”

“Okay, so, in my defence. It was Nancy’s idea.” That was his whole defence. It was Nancy’s idea. His idea had been worse.

“Explain.”

“You know, most people in my position don’t have to explain themselves to people who work for them, their people just respect them, and do as they say without argument.” He mused, mostly to himself, but he could see the woman’s eye twitch in annoyance and so he sighed in defeat, it’d only wind up with him having those papers whapped around his head. “Remember the wallet I found?”

“The one that was bumming you out?”

“Yeah! Well, when I went out for a walk, I found the guys work address and—”

“You know we have guys who do that sort of shit for us, right? You can’t be stalking people, Dingus, what the fuck?” That sheaf of papers was dangerously close to hitting him. She’d picked them back up an everything.

“Just listen! He was at work, I didn’t talk to him or anything I’m not stupid, but... his manager made this girl cry so he just decked him, laid him out, one punch an he was down, then he just quit his job, right there, shit was spectacular.” Steve could appreciate a good bit of muscle, could appreciate a scrapper. Plus the guy was hot so, that helped. “Doesn’t look like his photo either, he’s got so much hair, Robs, it’s... wow, he’s just—”

“Ew, I don’t wanna hear about your crush on some random guy, what’s this got to do with these renovations Claudia’s being spammed over?”

“Okay so, guy lost his job.”

“Quit, quit his job.”

“Defending a ladies honour, something I thought you’d appreciate.” She raised a single unimpressed brow “but, I... I was gonna just send him rent money for a few months, y’know, cover a few bills, charity!” His heart was in the right place, his head however, his head was in space.

“That’s not charity that’s stupidity, but go on.”

“That’s what Nance said! Apparently it’d be suspicious if I were to be found sending large amounts of cash in nondescript envelopes to an apartment block notorious for drug activity, so she suggested that since I’m already buying that bar nearby, it’d look less conspicuous if I just... bought the building the guy lives in and claim I was developing it, make it seem like I have an interest in building up local problem areas.” She frowned, silent in her thoughts as she processed.

“... And what about the rent forgiveness?”

“I was gonna pay for his rent, might as well just not have him pay rent, y’know? An it’s gotta be building wide or there’ll be questions, like why is he so special, it’d put him under scrutiny. So Nance suggested putting a stop on rent as we ‘renovate’ as a sort of, we’re disrupting your life so here’s a break for you kinda deal.” Honestly Nancy really was a life saver, he really ought to give her a raise, he’d have been fucked over years ago had he not pulled her into the fold.

“So that means we’re actually going to have to renovate this block then?”

“I mean—”

“Were going to have to renovate this block, Steve. We can’t just forgive the rent forever, that’s bonkers, that would raise eyebrows, and we can’t afford eyebrows being raised at us right now. So you’re going to have to have professionals go in and survey the apartments inside for renovations.” This was now an actual thing he’d have to do.

“Ah well, gives me something to occupy my time with. Also I was thinking—”

“Never a good sign”

“Shut up, I was thinking of putting Argyle in there as a plant, like... the drugs being peddled out of that block are just trash, at least we could get a solid dealer in there and get Argyle out of the Wheelers basement.” He’d only been staying there because Joyce didn’t have a basement and Jonathan didn’t have room for him.

He was Jonathan's friend, and Jonathan came with Nancy, Steve didn’t have any reason to help him out. Now he did! And that reason was getting those poor people better weed.

“Are you not worried that the existing dealers will start shit with him for moving into their turf?”

“They touch him they deal with Hargrove, he's been particularly irritable lately, anything could set him off, pretty sure he’d be jazzed to break a few legs.” Release some of that pent up rage he seemed so good at bottling up in tiny easily burstable bottles. “One visit from that nut job and they’ll settle right down.”

He didn’t like Hargrove, but he had to admit the guy was a useful enforcer. Indebted to Steve too after Jane had taken a nail imbedded baseball bat to his old employers head in a bid to help her friend Max escape the debt her stepdad had racked up with him. Billy had also been freed, being Max’s step brother, left unmoored and in danger of a jail cell.

Steve had taken them both in after getting rid of Creels corpse. It was Hopper’s idea. Billy wouldn’t have survived in jail, too many enemies in there.

“It only takes one hit to hurt Argyle beyond repair though, maybe get rid of the dealers in there already, then give Argyle one of the apartments.”

“See you’re already on board!” And there was the whack round the head with the papers, his sharp objection going ignored.

“Fine, I’m on board, but only because it’s Nancy’s idea.” She was retreating as she spoke “Yours was a trash fire, like, not just one of those little oil barrel fires I mean like a whole dumpster fire. Argyle stays out until it’s safe though, I mean it Steve, I will get Hopper involved.” She opened the door, ready to go.

“You can’t threaten me with my own Chief of Police! That’s so mean!”

“Watch me, dingus. Also you have two people downstairs from your little block purchase wanting more information, do you wanna deal with them or should I?”

“Do you think I could actually spin a good idea to explain this that won’t get immediately reworked by either you or Nance?” She paused, a thoughtful expression on her face that answered his question more than any actual answer would have. “Exactly, you deal with it, you’re better at timelines an stuff anyway.” He was more the big idea guy.

“Yeah but you’re better at people.” It was true, Steve was more the people person out of the two of them. “Fine, I’ll deal with it, and I’ll ask Nance to find some decent contractors to do the work for us. Maybe… drop into my office in like, ten minutes? Considering you let your dick lead you to places I wouldn’t even go with a gun, you should at least make an appearance for these people whose lives you’ve interrupted.”

“Ngghhh fine. Fine. I’ll be there in ten.” And she was out with a tiny salute as her goodbye.

Part 4

#PirateWrites #FindersGiversFiclet #Steddie #Mob Boss Steve Harrington #No Upside Down AU #Shady!Steve #CW: light-hearted stalker vibes

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 7 days

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Five: An Uneasy Peace

The armistice between you helps your shelter materialize, but is it enough when an unexpected rainstorm nearly floods the beach before it's finished?

CHAPTER WARNINGS: some peril, I guess

MASTERLIST

Summer was reaching a peak in the Southern Hemisphere. The next day, as you began the construction of the shelter, the air was so humid every step was like wading through a pool, and every breath felt like it stuck to the back of your nose if you inhaled too deeply. You were sweating before Loki even awoke.

The first thing you did was find two large rocks, one heavy and blunt, the other at least beginning to show an eroded point. For hours, you beat away at it like a caveman, only to yield very little results. The rock was way too hard to fashion into a tool without hacking away tirelessly for days. This was going to be a dead end.

You looked over your shoulder, where you noticed that Loki was finally awake and out of sight. Probably luxuriating at the lagoon again. What a lazy bum!

However, as your frustration began to take an audible form by way of grunts and curse words, Loki came up behind you, watching with snide satisfaction as you lost your battle against the stone.

“I have a secret for you,” he said quietly.

“Not interested,” you immediately snapped.

“Very well!” he said simply, chucking something onto the ground beside you and backing up. “You’re the one who turned it down!”

It was a bamboo pole, freshly and perfectly sliced on both ends.

“Dammit! Wait, Loki!” you called, leaping to your feet and following him close to the shoreline.

“You said you weren’t interested!” he joked, kicking at the waves lapping by his feet.

“No, fuck! Please tell me!” you said, the desperation and exhaustion in your shouts were enough to move his heart to give you another chance.

“I did that in about twenty seconds,” Loki said, indicating the pole he’d left on the beach. “I used some magic that I learned about years ago but had nearly forgotten.”

“A spell?” you asked warily.

Loki nodded. “Seidr is illusion magic, typically not for battle. My mother thought with my particular potential, I would be able to manage a few simpler, physical spells in addition to my inborn talent, including a basic cutting charm. Something I haven’t done in centuries, of course, not when I have my beautiful, graceful daggers instead. Besides, it isn’t very strong…it likely couldn’t cut more than a carrot, and the cuts are shallow and short. I never practiced it because it never impressed me. These stalks are easier because they are hollow within.”

You sighed, realizing the error of your ways yesterday on the lagoon. “You really didn’t use a rock.”

Loki smiled and shook his head. “How does the humble cake taste?”

“It’s humble pie, Loki,” you said, unable to hide that the corner of your lips turned up in amusement. “And…ugh…I guess I owe it to you to at least say that I’m…”

Loki’s grin turned darker, like a villain about to declare checkmate. “Go on.”

The words felt like a nasty chunk of old cheese crumbling between your tongue and palate. “I’m sorry, Loki. I should have believed you.”

Even though I had every reason not to…

“You had every reason not to,” Loki admitted. “I enjoy watching you squirm, Chickadee.”

You rolled your eyes. “So…will you help me build this stupid thing or what?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Will it be big enough for two?” he prompted.

Sighing, you knew you were backed into a corner on this one. “So long as you keep your pants on while inside. I’m not one of your girls who fawns over you. I don’t want to get too close to your little scepter.”

“Very well, I suppose I can concede on that one term,” he acquiesced, setting your mind at least partially at ease.

Of course, Loki couldn’t just leave it at that. “Unless, of course, you ask for me to remove them.”

Instead of blowing up at him once again, you sucked your breath in, restraining yourself well. “Loki, the day will never come. Get used to disappointment.”

“Already am, Chicka--”

“--stop calling me that,” you said grumpily. “We have a shelter to build!”

After the temporary armistice was agreed upon, at least for the sake of the shelter, you ate a mango while Loki stoked his green fire, deciding to strategize over breakfast. You had to admit, the emerald flame was quite pretty, the simmering embers beneath even more exquisite.

“Is all seidr magic green?” you asked out of curiosity.

Loki perked up. He clearly liked talking about the old ways of Asgard. You figured the more you got him talking about it, the less time between words he’d have to make you miserable with more quips and cheap shots.

“Not at all, in fact colored magic is quite rare,” he explained.

“I imagine it makes you feel important, then,” you replied. “To have green magic.”

He shrugged with a neutral sigh. “Actually, the only thing that affects coloring is the manner of the spell and the kind of magic it uses. If I was a standard warlock, it would be gold or white like everyone else’s, and the fire would have a natural color.”

“I see.”

Loki put the smallest of his clay pots onto the bamboo grate, letting the water within begin to steam to a boil. “We’ll need a lot of drinking water if we plan to work in this humidity all afternoon.”

While you gracelessly picked the fibers of mango pulp from between your teeth (it was already getting to be unbearable not being near a roll of toilet paper or a toothbrush!), you set the shared goal of having the poles set around the tree by noon, and have two of the four sides of the floor tied together by dusk.

“I’ll give you one thing, Chickadee,” Loki said as he began to head toward the grove of bamboo, “wrapping it around a tree is a good idea, at least for now. Added support to prevent collapse, yes?”

While he cut stalks, you began gathering vines. You knew you’d need many of them, and after a while, you imagined your crop would run out. Luckily, they were very strong and fibrous, like thick woven rope. Some were stubborn, and you had to put all of your body weight into pulling them down from above. One was so difficult to harvest that you began swinging on it, both frustrated and amused. You even giggled for a moment.

Loki took intermittent glances down the beach at you, and when he saw you playing around on the vine, he couldn’t help but chuckle. She’s pretty when she’s not scowling like a school mistress.

Loki cut the bamboo at an angle on one end, creating a point that was easily injected into the sand. He’d cut the thickest ones for the support poles, they were consistently about 10 inches in diameter. His superior strength didn’t require your help in setting them.

You worked in silence for a while, the tension clearly not gone as you’d hoped when you suggested the temporary truce.

“So…what’s your favorite animal to turn into?” you asked.

He waited a moment before answering you. “Would you believe me if I said I don’t particularly like doing so at all?”

“Really?” You would have thought that would have been among Loki’s favorite powers. “You can sneak up on anyone you want, you can fly around like a bird or swim on the bottom of the ocean!”

“It’s painful,” he explained. “Magic isn’t just sprinkles and sparkles. Physical changes to the body cause physical pain. The further away a creature is from myself on the evolutionary scale, the more painful it becomes. I did it more as a child. When one is young and silly, they can always take more of it than after they grow up.”

“Is that so?” you asked with disbelief.

“You saw me briefly become a chimp the other day to gather fruit. It felt like pins and needles through my skin and veins. Were I to choose the form of a whale, or a bird, you’d likely hear me scream in anguish as I turned.”

“What about when you split yourself in half? You do that frequently to mess with me back home.” Your mind flashed back to the many times Loki would place a projection just outside the bathroom to await your exit, or having one streak naked around the conference room, just waiting for you to come in.

“That is not physically splitting my body,” he mentioned, “that is a projection, Physical objects fall right through them, and you would not feel anything if you reached out to touch it. I cannot manipulate matter as a projection either.”

“Oh.”

Something on the shore caught your eye. Something foreign. “Oh my god, it can’t be another body…”

“What?” Loki’s head flipped around. “There was no one else on the jet with us, it can’t be.”

“We should call this place Death Island!” you moaned. “I don't want to waste more vines on another--”

“--it’s a container,” said Loki, getting up for a closer look.

“From the wreck?” you asked.

Loki quickly fetched the floating box and dragged it up to the tree. He was able to use his chopping spell to jimmy it open. By the time you caught up to him, he’d opened it and was examining the contents: what looked like an overstuffed backpack, a waterlogged flare gun that would be of no use to you, and what appeared to be an emergency radio, also dampened beyond use.

“FUCK!” you cursed. “This was the emergency kit from the quinjet. That radio and gun would’ve gotten us out of here!”

“What’s this?” Loki took the heavy knapsack.

“A parachute, I think,” you murmured. “Would’ve been more useful three days ago. Nothing else in there?”

“No,” Loki said. “But if this is a large white cloth,” he said, thinking out loud and pointing to the bag, “We absolutely can use this!”

Your mouth fell open. “An overhang for the shelter!”

Smiling, Loki nodded. “I always knew you were smarter than you looked.”

Ignoring the backhanded compliment, you went back to tying the floorboards while Loki freed the silk parachute and unfolded it to determine its size. He reported back after a few minutes. “I think we can wrap it around the tree and tie it off to the railings once we construct them, don't you?” It will go all the way around the circumference with leftovers.”

You got another idea, looking down woefully at your disheveled appearance. Your silky cami was stained and yellowed, grimy, with a torn right strap. The navy skirt was also tattered at the hem, and the fabric was thick enough to become uncomfortable in the heat of the day. The only thing that kept you from ripping the bottom half off was Loki’s inevitable attention to it.

“Loki? Do you think there would be enough for me to make something else to wear?” you asked modestly. “Like, a shorter--?” You stopped yourself, not wanting to tempt Loki to make a remark that would throw off the uneasy peace you’d adopted.

You expect a snide comment anyway, or perhaps an unwelcome wink, but all Loki did was nod and look down at his own appearance. “Regrettably, heavy winter denim is proving most uncomfortable in this climate. I think that might be a good idea.”

“Wow.”

“What is it?” Loki asked, surprised by your widened eyes.

“Say that again.”

“That again.”

You resisted the urge to groan. “I mean, the part where you admitted that I had a good idea. I need to capture this moment for posterity!” This made him laugh, and the sound of a genuine chortle from Loki was oddly agreeable on your ears.

Loki used his cutting spell to slice away two panels of the parachute, giving one to you and keeping another for himself. You’d fashion some kind of sundress later. The shelter was more important. Loki, however, wasted little time ducking behind a tree trunk to remove his jeans and tie a kilt-like garment around his hips. Once he emerged, he went back to his work as if nothing had changed about his looks.

You stifled a laugh. It looked like a lacy skirt. Combining that with the bare chest and frizzing hair, Loki was a sight to behold.

You both were relatively quiet and focused on building as the day wore on, so it was almost too late when you finally looked up and realized that the sky out over the western horizon was casting over with threatening, black clouds. The second thing you noticed was that the temperature was dropping, but the humidity was only going up. The wind was just starting to whisper above its normal, casual breeze.

It was the increased sea spray that hit your face that finally drew your attention away from your work. “Uh, Loki?” you asked with uncertainty, pointing out the change in weather.

He looked woefully at the lack of progress you’d made. All eight poles were wrapped around the tree, but only one of the floor panels was finished. The other had a frame and two bamboo stalks tied onto it with vine.

You were looking out at sea, and at the shoreline, which was already starting to creep inward. The waves were beginning to get choppy and irregular.

“We need to abandon the plans and go inland until it passes,” Loki declared.

You shook your head. “No, no, we worked all day on this! The beach won’t completely flood, not this high up!”

“Don’t count on it! Come on before it starts!” Loki raised his voice, looking concerned. “Even if this isn’t a typhoon, any storm could wash us out to sea!”

“Maybe we have time to stash the materials!?” you shouted as the wind finally began picking up. You quickly began trying to lift the completed floorboard by yourself. “Help me!”

A strong, bright bolt of lightning struck a few hundred feet off shore, the crack that followed deafened you for several seconds. Your instinct sent you to your knees on the sand, ducking for cover.

“We don't have the time! Get to the lagoon!” Loki grabbed your wrist. You attempted to struggle against his grasp, but he was too strong. He dragged you into the trees with relative ease. After a few moments, he let go.

You immediately began to go back. Loki shouted, “Where the Norns are you going?”

“If the beach floods and we aren’t here, we’ll lose everything! The bamboo! The pots! The parachute!”

Loki rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. “If the beach floods and we are here, we’ll lose our lives!”

You suddenly felt yourself being hoisted into the air and heaved over something lumpy. Loki had apparently found the nerve to throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes so that he wouldn’t have to chase you back to the beach as the storm came in.

“Where are we going?” you shouted over the increasing wind. He didn’t answer. “Loki, put me the fuck down!”

“Only if you promise not to go back!” he insisted. “I mean it!”

“FINE! JUST PUT--!”

He acquiesced before you could protest further, and the two of you ran in the same direction.

Around you, branches and tumbleweeds began to whip up and block your way to the only natural shelter the island had to offer: the cove. More specifically, the cavern behind the falls. As the sky continued to darken, your visibility began to decrease. In the increasing danger of the inbound storm, you hadn’t noticed Loki take your hand. In turn, he hadn’t noticed that you’d accepted his hand without a fight.

Heavy plops of rain began to fall, they almost bore the weight of small hailstones as they began to hit the canopy, as well as the tops of your heads. The wind wasn’t yet strong enough to toss them around, but their size was soaking you quickly.

You moved around the pond once you found it again. By the falls, you dropped Loki’s hand, hoping he didn’t notice that you’d been touching him at all. If he did, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned to you and held out a hand, his face wearing a rare expression of complete earnestness.

“It’s not an easy passage to swim through,” he said, his voice raised against the wind. “Can you hold your breath?”

You nodded. “Yes!”

“Hold onto my fin…”

Before you could ask what the hell he meant by ‘fin,’ Loki sucked in a large breath and jumped feet-first into the water. The pool, which was normal crystal-clear, was too obscured by the gray clouds above reflecting their darker coloring. Thus, it surprised you enough to send you falling backward when Loki re-appeared as a breaching dolphin.

You smiled. “Show off.”

You weren’t afraid of going under water, so grabbing Loki’s dorsal fin and letting him swim you under the falls and through the tight cavern behind wasn’t much of a problem. After about thirty seconds of being dragged through black water, you surfaced in a large air pocket deep within the cliff. You couldn’t see anything until Loki resurfaced as an Asgardian Prince once more, and began filling both of his palms with green fire to illuminate the space.

“Hey how did you know this was here?” you asked.

Loki’s face looked vaguely threatening with the harsh shadows and flickering green light against his facial features. “I explored it the other day while you were having your annoying tantrum on the beach.”

You shrugged off his clear tone of disapproval. “Oh.”

“You seem to be coming around a bit,” Loki added softly, murmuring something under his breath and gently handing off his fire to a stalagmite, which remarkably remained ignited sitting on the rock. Upon seeing your surprised face, he mentioned, “Illusionary fire isn’t physical fire. Didn’t you notice the lack of kindling in our pit?”

He did a lap around the cavern, littering the walls with magic flames until the place was aglow in gentle, forest green. “Hopefully the storm won’t last. I don’t think it’s a typhoon.”

You couldn’t find a particularly comfortable spot among the rocks and stalagmites, so you sat by Loki around one of his hovering flames. You could hear the loud crashes of thunder from deep inside the cave. Whatever kind of storm this was, it surely wasn’t showing your half-baked shelter any mercy.

“Um….Loki?” you decided to break the awkward silence.

“Yes?”

You looked away from him and straight into the fire. “You said it hurts when you change into an animal.”

“Yes.”

“Why’d you do it just now? I can swim, you know.”

Loki sucked in his breath. “I didn’t want to waste time asking. The storm was coming in too quickly. Are you offended?”

You shook your head. “I just didn’t think you’d go through that just to…you know…give me some help.”

“Well, like it or not, I can’t exactly turn up without you. They’d assume the worst and likely send me back to Asgard to face something terrible.”

“Death?”

“No. There are worse things than a swift execution, believe me.”

“What would your father do to you?” you asked softly. “That’s worse than that?”

Loki bit his lip at the thought of what he narrowly avoided. “Eternal imprisonment in the dungeons. Nothing strikes at me more than losing my freedom, and Odin knows it.”

For the first time in your life, your heart went out to Loki, whose words were laced with sorrow. You’d grown up in the most typical family imaginable: a mom and dad, siblings, family reunions once a year where aunties pinched your cheek and cousins chased you around. You knew you’d been privileged in that aspect, but there was something in the way the memories seemed to break Loki’s hard shell that made you feel ashamed of it.

“Maybe you’ll find a family here some day,” you said gently. For some reason, your sincerity caught Loki off-guard. He actually smiled in gratitude at your kindness.

“Thank you, but I think I’m better off alone,” Loki said with defiance.

You decided that you didn’t need anymore of the downer energy. “I’m going to try to sleep.”

Loki sat up all night as you got small intervals of rest throughout, his massive shadow cast by the green light flickering above you on the wall.

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mykneeshurt · 2 years

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Knock knock

I knocked this bad boy out in an afternoon 😭 wee Simon has me by the throat. I loved writing this one, came together nicely. Again feedback and comments welcome 🥰

Warnings - 18+, sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, sub Simon, switch Simon, gored, expected cod violence minors DNI

The Sarah joke got told to me years ago and it still makes me piss. This gif has me in a chokehold, it was really hard to try and describe but I tried! Enjoy

This was going to be a long mission, blistering heat, few too many safe houses and Simon ‘Ghost’ fucking Riley. You and Ghost were paired together often, you’d actually become quite close over the last year. But one thing about him? He was a fucking wind up merchant.

You took it as a compliment though, he didn’t show his sense of humour to just anyone. But Jesus Christ he could be irritating when he wanted to be. You both worked together well, he’d often be on the ground with close range weapons. He was deadly with a combat knife. And you, the silent killer from the skies with your sniper rifle, looking out for him and protecting him when needed.

Which is how you found yourself here, a top a disused warehouse in bum fuck no where. ‘You’re good to go Riley’ you signalled.

‘Affirmative’ came his dead pan response. You gave him half an hour before he started with the shit jokes, he just couldn’t help himself.

You kept a sharp eye on the rooftops and windows as he worked his way through the favela. Ghost being ghost you knew he’d try and opt for the silent method, knives first, guns later. Every now and again you’d check in, make sure he was ok.

‘Why did Sarah fall off the swing?’

Fuck sake, right on cue, letting out an audible sigh into the radio you replied ‘I don’t know.’

‘Because she had no arms.’

‘Jesus Christ …’

‘Knock knock’ he interrupted.

‘Who’s there?’

‘Not Sarah.’

‘I fuckin’ cant with you, I swear to god if they don’t kill you, I will.’ You snickered, trying to hold back a chuckle. ‘I’ll hold you to that’ he retorted. Rolling your eyes you continued to scan the buildings, bingo. ‘Riley, tango one of the roof of the apartment building to the west, tango two on top of the school. Want me to take em out?’

‘If you’d be so kind’ he cracked through the radio.

Squeezing the trigger twice you took them down with ease, your nick name in Task Force 141 was the ‘Angel of Death’. Due to your ability to effectively and silently take down enemies when needed. ‘Tangos down.’

Shifting in your snipers nest, you quickly stretched out your legs behind you before resuming your position. It was sweltering, sweat dripped down your face, your cap failing at capturing the little droplets that threatened to enter your eyes.

‘Knock knock.’

Smirking to yourself you answered ‘who’s there?’

‘Interrupting sheep.’

‘Interrupting sheep wh … ‘

‘Bahhhh.’

‘That was fucking awful Riley, great sheep impression though’ you said as you rolled your eyes. ‘I can hear you roll your eyes from here love, pack it in’ he chided. ‘Oooh gonna have to make me Riley. Now shut the fuck up, two tangos spotted.’ You quickly dealt with them with no issues.

No issues that was until you heard a grenade go off close by to your nest. Fuck, you thought to yourself. Had you given yourself away? Had they spotted you? You quickly scanned the area with your scope, nothing glaringly obvious. But it went quiet, too quiet. ‘Riley, I might have an issue. Potential compromise’ you murmured into the radio. ‘Copy. Come to the church, I’ll meet you there.’ Grabbing your items together you slipped into your tactical gear and threw your rifle over your shoulder. ‘Be there now in a minute’ you replied. ‘English’ he barked. Laughing to yourself you radioed back ‘On my way, see you in 10.’

As much as Ghost would wind you up with stupid jokes, you’d do the same back to him. You were from Wales and had a few sayings which really wound him up. The English vs Welsh banter got got old between the two of you. You’d try to teach him Welsh but he was awful at it, he loved learning the swear words though. Obviously.

You slid down the ladder at the side of the warehouse and began to creep your way through the cramped but deserted streets. The streets almost felt claustrophobic as you weaved your way around corners. That came to a blinding halt as you heard men approaching. You dived into an abandoned flat and ducked behind the window, listening intently. They were murmuring to each other, too faint for you to hear properly.

You stayed out of sight until you were sure they were gone. ‘I’d fuckin’ love a tea’ his voice made you jump as it rang through the ear piece. Pinching the bridge of your nose you replied ‘really? Now? I’m risking life and limb and you’re thinking about tea? Dickhead.’ You knew he was sat in that church just thinking up different ways to piss you off, smirking to himself. Wanker.

Once you were sure the men had gone, you peeked out the door to the abandoned flat and took in your surroundings. You needed to get up on the rooftops to see where the church steeple was. Running up the stairs in the flat you soon found a ladder to the roof top. Once above ground again you were able to see you were a few streets away from your objective. ‘I can see the church, trying to make my way on rooftop now’ you informed him.

Scaling rooftop to rooftop you tried to keep a listen out for any hostile that could appear at any time. That was until you lost your footing, as you jumped onto some corrugated iron you misjudged it and fell a story onto your back. The fall took the wind out of you, gasping for breath you scrambled into a local shop. ‘Fuck was that?’ He chimed through on the radio. Readjusting yourself you took in a deep breath ‘just fell of a roof, don’t worry your pretty little head about it. Just gimme 5.’

Except you didn’t have 5, a man snuck around the corner before pouncing on you, wielding a knife. Using your forearm to stop the knife from being plunged into your eye, you used your free hand you gouge at his eye. You dug your nail in just enough for the man to shriek and lose balance. As he did you used your weight to push him off you before managing to climb on top of him. Lucky bastard got a sly right hook into your face, with your lip now split open you spat blood back into his face. Giving you enough time to reach for you knife which was strapped to your thigh. As you gripped the knife the man tried again to get a hit in, unsuccessfully. Knife now in hand you drove it into the man’s throat, severing his carotid artery. You drove the knife into the left side of his chest, just for good measure. Gurgling sounds left the man’s throat as you got to your feet, wiping the blood on a rag near by.

If there was one in the building that surely meant there was more near by. You needed to get a move on. You could see the steeple from the ground now, just a little further. Rounding the corner a convoy of enemies stood between you and the church. Backing off you radioed to Ghost. ‘I’m right outside, approximately 6 men in a humvee though.’

Ghost let out a long sigh on the radio. ‘Disturb you did I? Give me a hand!’ You demanded. ‘I’ll take the 3 on my left. Ready in three … two … one … go.’

With that he expertly took out the three men with his silenced pistol from the church doorway. As you unloaded three rounds from your own gun into the remaining men. Quickly checking it was clear you scurried over to the church barging past Ghost in the process. ‘Took your time’ he greeted. Whipping round you pushed him in his firm chest ‘suck my dick Riley.’

You walked over to a mirror on the wall to examine the damage to your face. ‘Ergh, I think my nose is broken.’ You sighed. Ghost approached you from behind ‘let me see.’

Turning to face him you showed him your busted nose, dried blood caked around it. ‘Yeah looks that way love. Needs resetting.’ Staring up at him you grimaced ‘oh and you’re gonna be the one to do it I imagine?’

‘Affirmative.’

Sighing you nodded your head and placed your glove between your teeth. He took off his gloves to feel for the cartilage and bone in your nose. He stared intensely at you, the black paint around his eyes illuminated his blue eyes. He wore a skull over the top of his balaclava which made him look even more menacing. Giving a moan of permission from your mouth he nodded back at you. Without warning he shifted your nose back into place, eliciting a guttural moan from you in the process. ‘Ah fuck!’ You cried, ‘Jesus, a warning would have been nice!’ Shrugging he said ‘nah, you would have flinched. Looks better though.’

‘Ghost you copy?’ Soaps voice rang through the radios. ‘Go ahead’ he replied.

‘A convoy of tangos about to enter the favela. Not safe to come to the evac zone. Hold up there till mornin’. Get some shut eye and we’ll get you out tomorrow.’

‘A broken nose, and now I’m stuck with him for the night? Any good news for me Soap?’ You chuckled.

‘Naw, sorry hen.’

‘Don’t you hen me, you shit.’ Soaps laugh filled the ear piece before signing out.

It was getting late and your head was beyond pounding from your broken nose. ‘There’s a bedroom upstairs, can sleep there.’ Ghost said as he started walking to the staircase. Following him closely you took your hair down out of the bun it was in to try and release some tension. Luckily the sink still worked in the bathroom, not hot water but it would do to freshen up and remove the dried blood.

As you entered the bedroom he was sat on the edge of the bed, cleaning his gun. He’s removed his skull mask so only the balaclava remained. The floorboard creaked as you entered the room, he lifted his gaze slowly. He scanned your body, his eyes finally resting on your face. His head jerked a minute amount as he registered your face, while you two were good friends he’d never seen you with your hair down. His gaze almost seemed to intensify as you looked back at him with a soft smile. He quickly looked away and back down to his gun again.

‘Thanks for setting my nose. I’ll buy you a drink when we’re back’ you smiled. You walked over to the corner of the room and took off your tactical gear, placing it on an old chair. Glancing round the room you noticed there was only one bed. ‘Bunk mates tonight is it?’ You asked nodding towards the bed. He tensed his shoulders slightly before answering ‘looks like it. Don’t mind sleeping in the chair though.’

‘It gets cold as fuck here at night, it will be fine. Anyway you’re like a radiator and I’m always cold, you’d be doin me a favour.’

He nodded in silence.

A few hours passed, both of you engaging in the odd conversation. He seemed more tense than usual, and while he’s a pretty intense guy this felt new. Darkness crept into the bedroom, the faint light of the street lamps illuminating the bedroom in an orange glow. The bedroom door had been barricaded just incase and you’d sussed an escape route out one of the windows if needed.

You removed your boots and t-shirt, leaving you in your cargo pants and your vest. You could feel a pair of eyes burning into your back as you folded up your clothes. ‘Problem Lieutenant?’ You asked, without even turning round. ‘Negative.’ He said plainly. Smirking to yourself you walked over to the bed and slid in under the duvet that was left. Never ideal to sleep in used duvets but in these situations you had little choice. ‘Come on Riley, get in’ you beckoned.

He removed his shirt revealing a sleeve tattoo on his left arm. He stayed in his base layer, jeans and left his boots on. He sat in the chair opposite the bed, ‘you sleep, I’m not tired.’ Rolling your eyes you led down and pulled the duvet over you. ‘If you wanted to be a creep and watch me sleep all you had to do was say’ you laughed. He glared back at you, he was good at that.

You must have slept for an hour or two before you woke up hearing a noise outside. Sitting bolt upright you saw he was already at the window checking to see what it was. ‘Stray dog’ he said before turning around and sitting back on the chair. Sighing you swung your legs out of the bed and ran your hand through your hair. ‘Alright?’ His deep tone cut through the silence. ‘Yeah’ you sighed looking up at him ‘can I try something?’ He narrowed his eyes at you, curious.

You stood up off the bed and walked over towards him, he was sat in the chair, leg spread. Leaning on his thighs with his forearms. As you approached him he looked up at you, silent. You pressed your hands into his muscular shoulders and pushed him back into the chair. His breath visually hitched in his chest, his forearms becoming tense, the muscle rippling under his taught skin. You straddled his lap, hand still encasing his shoulders as you stared deep into his eyes. He let out a sigh of approval.

‘I’ve seen how you look at me Simon. Believe it or not, you cant hide everything you feel.’ You dragged your nails down bis base layer, feeling every dip and crevice of his toned body beneath. You placed his large hands on your hips, as you knelt up over him. ‘I know you want me’ you drawled. He remained silent, but not objecting. ‘Touch me’ you whispered into his masked ear. With that he slowly worked his hands underneath your vest. You hissed at his touch, thick calloused fingers gliding over your bare skin.

You hands worked your way to his neck, slowly pulling up his balaclava. You only pulled it up to nose, respecting the only boundary he put before you. You bit your lip slowly, your hair framing your face. With a smirk you bent down and placed your lips lightly on his. He slowly but firmly returned your kiss, gentle at first but soon became heated. ‘Yes’ you moaned into his mouth. He gently jerked his hips up, his hard cock grazing your pussy through your cargo pants. You placed your hands at the sides of his neck cupping him further into you.

‘Fuckin’ hell’ he moaned beneath you. You smiled into his mouth, slowly inserting your tongue. Your tongues danced together slowly but full of passion and need. You brought his hand to your breast before snaking your hand into his as the base of neck. He let out a small hiss. ‘You like that?’ You moaned at him. He grunted in approval. You brought your hand from the back of his head to his neck and applied pressure. You weren’t strong enough to hurt him, but it was enough to show him who was in charge here.

‘You’re gonna fuck me Simon. Aren’t you?’ He nodded slowly. ‘Mmm good boy’ you purred. You climbed off him and stood up, undoing his belt before your own. You pulled down your trousers and stepped out them revealing your tight boxer shorts. You beckoned him over to the bed where he undid his trousers and pulled down his own underwear. You led on your back on the bed, legs spread and beckoned him towards you. A filthy grin on your face.

You spat on your hand and rubbed it along your slit, mixing it with your arousal. He stayed silent, drinking you in, his cock rock hard as he approached you. He stood in-between your legs, looking down on you as you rubbed your own juices on the tip of his cock with your fingers. He hissed through his teeth before slowly sinking into you. You both let out a gasp as he stretched you open, filling you with his cock. Letting out a breath filled giggle you threw your head back exposing your neck. He slowly withdrew his cock before slamming it back in again. ‘You feel so good Simon’ you praised.

His eyes met yours, seemingly full of adoration at your praise. He descended into a brutal pace, heaving breathing emanating from beneath his mask. He gripped at your thighs, leaving marks beneath his fingers. His pupils were so dilated with pleasure all you could see was black in the space where his irises would be. ‘Don’t stop, please don’t stop’ you begged. You brought your hand down and started to circle your clit as you watched him thrust in and out of you.

‘I wanna ride you, lie on the bed’ you moaned. Doing as he was told you slowly pulled out of you before lying beneath you, you climbed on straddling his thick muscular thighs. You slowly sank down onto his cock, the stretch filling you with pleasure. You began grinding your pussy, building up a rhythm, small moans escaping you. You grabbed his neck, a whimper fell from his lips. His moans becoming more frequent and breathless. You pulled his hand to your lips, biting and sucking his thumb as you chased your orgasm.

Just as you were about to cum his eyes rolled back in his head has he moaned ‘fuck this.’ He used all of his force and rolled you underneath him, you shrieked with excitement. ‘There you are. I wondered how long it would take you’ you smiled. He planted a kiss on your lips before entering you again. He slammed into you, you’re cum dripping out of you onto the bed below. You started rubbing your clit again, chasing your high. Your walls began tightening ‘F … fuck, I’m gonna cum’ you groaned. You arched your back as you rode out your orgasm, gripped onto his forearms. You dug in your nails, leaving small crescent shaped marks.

His pace became sloppy. He was close too. ‘Such a filthy Fuckin’ bitch’ he moaned. Just as he was about to cum he pulled out, ‘open your fuckin mouth.’ Doing as you were told you opened your mouth as he pumped his cock, miking every last drop of cum onto your tongue. He leant down as he grabbed your jaw, before spitting in your mouth ‘now fuckin swallow.’ Eyes lighting up you closed your mouth and swallowed. Licking your lips as you did so.

He helped you to your feet, checking you over. ‘You’re summin else girl’ he said a smirk present under his mask. ‘So I’ve been told, we’ve still got a few hours to waste’ you said with a wink. ‘Fuck me, you’re gonna be the death of me’ he growled leaning his head back with a sigh.

#fan fic smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x you #call of duty #smut

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lokischocolatefountain · 1 year

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omg say no to me and salvation have me gagging… pretty please write more, i need hubby javi 🥵 ur amazing

I love that you liked hubby Javi! I like him a lot too. So, a little warning: I wrote this out sleep deprived and in a hurry so it’s going to be full of mistakes. 🙈 but I hope you like it. Wrote a little birthday themed thing for Javier Peña and his wife from this married Javi universe because it’s Pedrito’s birthday. Happy birthday to him and tbh fuck him (respectfully) for making me thirst over a fucking cop (on top of a merge mansion ad character I hate him).

Switch It Up

Fandom: Narcos

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Rating: 18+

Word count: 3.8k words

Summary: Javier Peña and his wife switch roles for his birthday

Javier Peña was a grown man. He was a federal agent working for the DEA in Columbia, he saw several horrors a day and had a goddamn gun tucked in the back of his jeans. He was a grown man with a whole wife to show for his age and maturity.

He should not be so bummed about a lonely birthday.

It was her fault really. Before her, he didn’t really do birthdays. His friends usually got him presents— the best whiskey they could afford and a trip to the strip club and paid for prostitutes. It was more for their sake than his own (though he couldn’t deny that he had fun). When it got serious with his now wife, he opted to forego the stripclub and the prostitutes because he had decided that it was no longer fun to sabotage the one good thing in his life. He’d exchanged the bachelor life fun for a perfect day off with her.

Every year brought something different; she was innovative that way. The first year, she woke him up at midnight with her lips around his dick and brought him the cake she baked from scratch. She blew him and he blew the candles. He hadn’t cut a cake in years. The last time was when his Ma was still alive. They ate the cake together, saved some for Steve and Connie and he ate her to thank her for being the perfect girlfriend.

Last year, she took him for an all expense paid trip to Medellín for a whole week. It was the most time he’d gotten away from work and the only time he spent in Medellín without chasing after pieces of shit. She had arranged for some mountain climbing shit because of his love for physical exertion. He chose instead to love her all week long for physical exertion. She complained about having brought her climbing gear for no reason, but that didn’t last long. It was a little hard to complain when you had a dick in your mouth.

He’d been thoroughly spoiled as a husband.

This year, he was all alone with a whiskey bottle from Steve and Connie, sloppy cheek kisses from little Olivia and a whole cake from his wife. He’d kept a sizable slice for himself and placed the rest in the break room for everyone to enjoy. Cake wasn’t as delicious with nobody to share it with.

Javi didn’t mean to be ungrateful. He knew she would’ve stayed behind if she could have. But her parents really needed her to help with the sale of her childhood home and he wasn’t going to act like a kid and ask her to stay because it was his birthday. It would’ve been silly.

“Jav! They found the guys. Carillo needs you in this address right fucking now,” said Steve, barelling into their office with a piece of paper in hand.

“Fucking finally,” he muttered, taking the paper with a scribbled address. He’d sat idly at work all day tackling their paperwork backlog while Steve was out there doing some real work.

The location was…strange. It was oddly quiet and there was no Carillo, no CNP guys. He had a choice to make— he could wait right there and keep an eye on the building and go in when the rest of the guys arrived. Or he could go in by himself. The second was extremely unwise. He would get told off by everyone from Noonan to his wife. If he didn’t get killed first.

Minutes passed by and he chose the latter option. He could handle Noonan. She didn’t approve of his actions, but she always understood. Gun tucked in the back of his jeans, he crept around the building. Once he’d found an open window, he slipped in, praying to the Gods he no longer believed in to keep him safe for another day.

Darkness suffocated his sight as he walked further into the building. The noise from outside the building grew dimmer and dimmer, eventually fading into the background. He crept like a cat, his shoes making nothing but the slightest whispers against the floor of the building. It had looked like a commercial building from the outside and if he remembered right, this place had once been a stripclub. Not one of the good ones for sure. It had to have shut down for a reason.

The place was littered with cardboard boxes, the contents of which he would explore had he not a mission in mind. Three of the most elusive hit men on Escobar’s payroll were hiding out somewhere in the building. The location was a bit too unusual for the men who had a record of gravitating towards luxury, but it wasn’t too out of place for them to have chosen a former strip club.

He spun in place when he heard a clatter behind him, his gun pointed in the direction of the sound and his heart beginning to beat faster. He took a few steps towards the source of the sound, wandering further into the building.

Click, click, click

High heels against wood? No, can’t be…

Nevertheless, he followed the sound.

Ahem

What the fuck…

Lights went up suddenly, illuminating the dark hall. The room had been swept clean with nothing but a chair in front of the stage. Under the bright lights above the stage glimmering a beautiful silver was a pole.

A voice cleared its throat again. When it finally spoke, it had a sultry tone to it.

“Agente Peña…”

No… It can’t be.

Click, click, click, click, click….

He saw the impractically high high heels first. Click, click, click against floors that were probably designed to amplify these sounds. The red of the shoes stopped to give way to white socks stretched tight around legs he would kill to throw over his shoulders. The socks mercifully, or mercilessly, stopped under bruised knees to expose full thighs he wanted to sink his nails into.

“Fuck me,” he muttered under his breath, earning the laughter of the woman on the stage.

“Your friends told me it was your birthday, Agente…”

“It is,” he said, tucking his gun away. Hands on his waist, he took slow steps towards her. He needed to see her up close, confirm that his mind wasn’t conjuring up the most salacious thoughts after having had to go without a good fuck for an entire week.

“Your friends seem annoyed, Agente… They say they miss the fun single Javi who they could take to strip clubs. Now, I’ve never met this fun Javi before, but god if you look like this when you’re not fun,” she said, using her index finger to point at him, “you must look hot as fuck when you’re fun.”

“This your way of telling me I’m usually boring, sweetheart?” He asked, taking a seat on the chair she’d set out for him in front of the stage. He made sure to spread his legs and lean back comfortably in his seat before he folded his arms behind his head.

She smiled her sweet shy smile that he was sure was responsible for landing him in this exact moment in his life. She bit down on her brightly painted lips and wrapped his hand around the pole before swinging around. Her hair was out of the tight pony she put it up in for work. As she twirled around the pole, her hair swung free, caressing the wind before resting on her shoulder and cascading down the crimson shirt she’d stolen from his cupboard.

“You’re going to do as I say if you want a good night, Agente…”

“Ah… That’s how it is?” He taunted, letting condescension slip into his voice. “Alright. As you command, sweet thing.”

“Good boy,” she purred, the sound going straight to his cock. Calm the fuck down, Peña. She hasn’t even begun yet.

“Hands behind your back,” she ordered, looking down at him imposingly from where she stood.

“Sorry, what?” He asked, blinking rapidly and tilting his head to take a good look at her. Habituated to her shy smiles and pleas to be taken and fucked throughout their time together, it wasn’t an understatement to say that he was shaken by her sudden assumption of the commanding role.

Her fingers glided up and down the pole and for the first time he noticed that her nails were done up all pretty with the brightest red nail polish there was. Fuck, she’d gone all out. “You fuckin’ heard me, Peña,” she snapped and took a few steps forward before dropping to her ass, gently like a caress against the surface. He didn’t even know she could move like that. She hopped off the stage and his heart caught in his throat as she got closer to him and he caught a whiff of her perfume in the air. She stopped when she was over him, her legs spread out on either side of him. Oh how he’d missed the scent enveloping him as he buried himself in her and threw her into a world of ecstasy. The soft moan that escaped his lips surprised even him.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby,” he breathed out, tracing a hand up her thigh only to be swatted away rudely. She grabbed his face, squeezing his cheeks and digging her nails into his skin just enough to give him a taste of how she’d be piercing the skin on his back as he fucked her later that night. He’d make her keep those shoes on for sure.

“Jesus!” She swore, the scorching heat of her gaze beginning to burn him. “No manners. Is this how you treat dancers, Agent? Fuckin American, touching everything, acting entitled to every goddamn thing, not following a single rule… It’s about time someone taught you a lesson.”

“Well darling, if there’s one thing I’m entitled to, it’s you,” he teased, hoping to rile her up and make her look all adorable and hot with rage. The next thing he knew was a stinging pain on his cheek.

“Once more.”

She raised an eyebrow at him as she caressed the cheek she slapped. He swallowed, looked up at her and tried again, “Please, Ma’am. Once more.”

“Good boy,” she purred, her lips curling up in a smirk of satisfaction. Was this what she saw in him when she laid under him and took all that he had to give her for the night? Seeing her so confident in herself, feeling the sting of her authority on his cheek and sitting underneath her, he felt like he finally understood why liked this so much.

He had a feeling that as the night matured, he would only get a better understanding.

“Hands behind your back.”

Eyes still set on her, he moved his hands behind his back. Just like she’d ordered. She took a step back and he immediately missed her closeness, missed how she crowded over him and put him down in his place with just a stare. She slipped a hand into his jeans pocket and pulled out the leather pouch with the handcuffs. Once she retrieved what she’d wanted, she tossed the pouch over her shoulder. She circled him, their eyes still joined in the heated gaze of expectations. He leaned back on his chair, praying to the lord that he didn’t look absurd doing that. The last thing he wanted to do was make her laugh.

The cold metal of his cuffs nipped at his wrists and he attempted to pull his wrists in opposite directions, enjoying his own failure at achieving the freedoms he only half-heartedly sought. She placed her hands on his shoulders from her place behind him and descended lazily down to his eye-level.

“Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor. Disfruta del espectáculo,” she whispered before giving him a peck on the cheek. He attempted futilely to grab her so that he could kiss her properly, so that he could devour her lips and thank her for showing up for him.

There was music. It didn’t appear magically. She pressed a button on the cassette player he recognized from home before she walked up the stairs to the stage. Everything seemed torturously slow. Even the way she walked away from him looked to be designed as slow poison for him.

She descended gracefully to the floor and sat herself on her side, her back curved as she leaned back, her high-heel clad legs together with her left leg covering her right. She pushed her ass and tits out. She swept her leg out in a circle around herself, lifting it in the air as her right leg followed suit to make a semi circle. He caught a sparkle of something under his shirt that she wore as she exposed herself to him for a few seconds before she bent her knees and brought her legs back to where they started.

Javi drew in a sharp breath as she quickly got to her knees and twirled around again. This time, she let her right knee support her as she let the left kiss the smooth floors with the platforms of her shoes, back and forth, back and forth as his cock twitched in his pants. He would never forgive himself if he ended up jizzing in his pants seconds into her dance that she’d clearly put a lot of effort into.

Next thing he knew, she was upside down— fuckin’ hell— and spreading her legs, giving him a view of the little skirt and thongs she wore underneath as his shirt gave way to gravity and revealed her for him. She snapped her legs shut, as though punishing him for staring before she slid her legs over the floor and laid herself out flat, her delicious behind bouncing from her momentum. Spreading her knees apart, she rose from her position and let her hair flip around before she got up— how the fuck did she get up from that position??

Fuck!

He realized he’d said that out loud when she looked behind her shoulder and laughed before holding the pole, her fingers wrapping around it one by one. She stroked the goddamn thing up and down like she would his cock and fuck he’d be proud if he wasn’t so mad about being locked up with nothing to do but watch, to be a passive participant in her erotic torture of him.

She twirled and twirled a little more around the pole in many different ways. She moved effortlessly, dancing around the thing like it was no big deal. But he knew the strength it took to swing around a pole like that and look sexy as hell while at it. He knew how strong she was from the way she bent one leg around the pole and spun as she let the other draw a circle around her.

His thoughts, as scarce as they were with the sight in front of him, went off to a dreamland where he took advantage of all the flexibility she was displaying to bend her in every which way he wanted, to take her in all the ways he imagined. Sexier was the thought of her practicing this routine. Just for his sake. Just to do something special for him.

When she stepped away from the pole for a few seconds, Javi thought that was it. He was a fool. She stopped at the edge of the stage and looked down at him before she snapped the button of the shirt off, exposing just a bit of her cleavage. Eyes trained on his to derive sick joy from his torment, she snapped the buttons open one by one.

She was a sight.

Back to the pole, she held it like it was a part of her, letting the metal assist her as she closed her eyes and put herself on artistic display for him. He was one lucky man. He’d always known, but it bore repeating. He was lucky as fuck. She shed the shirt and he moaned as the action gave him more of her to see. He would never tire of seeing her body no matter how many times she took her clothes off for him be it to seduce him or simply take a shower.

Behind him, he struggled against his handcuffs, the metal digging into his skin and leaving marks for him to cover up the next morning.

He gasped as she climbed the thing like it was no big deal and wrapped herself around it. His heart jumped right out as her back arched backwards and he thought for a moment that she would fall. But she didn’t. Her legs were holding her in place around the pole. She brought herself back down, landing her shoes on the ground and pinning him with her gaze. She then took the strings wrapped around her waist and tugged, letting the barely-there skirt unfurl from around her.

His mouth was wide open in awe when she threw the sparkly black fabric at him. It covered his eyes for a fraction of a second as it hit him in the face before dropping down to his lap. He growled her name and cursed as his hips rose up from the chair in a desperate search for contact. Any contact. God, he’d even fuck his fist if she’d let him. But she ignored his plight, letting her starving husband continue starving as she moved torturously both on the pole and the floor in front of it.

When her bra came off—tossed in his direction again— he whimpered like a pathetic creature that was kicked by something much bigger and more powerful than he was. He was helpless and horny as fuck and enjoying it.

Perhaps because she’d decided to have mercy on him or just because her dance had ended, she hopped off the stage and stalked towards him like she was a hungry beast and he her latest game that she could wait to tear into.

“Please, Ma’am,” the honorific slipped out without him meaning to. “I need…please,” he begged, his voice shaky as he struggled to articulate what it was that he needed. He let out little mewls of desperation as he struggled to form words that weren’t ‘please or Ma’am’.

She bit down on her lip and tilted her head as she considered him. “Aww baby, it’s alright.”

“P-please,” he muttered, his worldly coming out airy.

She palmed him through his jeans and stroked him, her eyes twinkling as she regarded him in his struggle. His breaths grew fast with just the first touch. He pleaded repeatedly, calling her every sweet name in the dictionary- in two dictionaries of two languages, but she didn’t seem to want to free him. She was enjoying his helplessness too much.

She laughed and bent at the waist to look him eye-to-eye, “I got you so hard just dancing for you huh, Javier?”

He was no longer in control of any part of his body. It was all hers from the hairs on his head to the tips of his toes. They all danced to her beat, worshiped at her altar, awaited her command with bated breath and followed her to his own destruction. His lips, now hers, begged “Y-yes Ma’am. I w-want— please! Want to touch you. Tan bonita... Quiero que tú… Por favor, patróna—”

“You want to touch me?” She asked, raising a cruel eyebrow at him. “Really? What makes you think you deserve that, baby? What have you done to deserve me?”

“I’ll do anything. Anyth— any— fuck!” He whimpered as the world disappeared around him, leaving only a hazy vision of her leaning in front of him, her hand around him. He felt his underwear get wet from his embarrassingly quick release as he muttered a curse in regret.

She tipped his head back and pressed her lips to his, their tongues dancing around each other and their lips taking in as much as they could of the other. The few days of separation had really gotten to him and he was pleased to know that he wasn’t alone with the way she pushed for more from their kiss.

“‘M so sorry, baby. That was…I lasted longer as a teenager, believe me,” he explained himself, wanting to hide himself away yet willing to show her all of him. All his embarrassment and sexual failures and his genuine feeling of regret over the way he ended the night.

She laughed softly, not in mockery but with her love. He could always feel her love.

“It’s okay, mi amor. Nothing to apologize for. You’ve made me cum with less, I swear,” she said, draping herself across his lap and cradling his face in her hand. She kissed him on the cheek and then the other and then his forehead. “Happy birthday, Javi.”

He smiled, no grinned, at her as he felt his heart fill up with gratitude for her. “I can’t believe you came back from stateside just for this.”

“About that…” she trailed, her index finger reaching out and playing with his mustache. “I never left.”

“What!?”

“Yeah,” she said, smiling sheepishly.

“You’ve been gone for three days!”

“I was at my friend’s.”

“Your parents called and said you reached home safely!” He exclaimed. How deep was this plot!? Who were all in on it? And what kind of a fool was he to not notice a thing. He should’ve asked her parents to give her the phone! He should’ve checked and caught them in the lie.

“I asked them—”

“You asked them to lie for you to give me a sex present for my birthday?”

“Nooo! Well, not like that! I didn’t call them and ask them to lie to you because I wanted to give you a fucking pole dance- strip show thing for your birthday. I just made something up. My god, Javi!” She huffed, shoving at his chest lightly.

“Wait! And Steve. FUCKIN STEVE! What did you tell HIM?”

“Don’t worry, your dignity is safe with me. Didn’t tell him I was gonna restrain you and make you call me Ma’am and oh, what else was it? Patróna?” She teased, smiling as she played with his hair.

“Si, Patróna,” he retorted right back, making her smile transform into a gasp and her eyes turn wide.

“Shut up,” she mumbled as she got off his lap and reached behind him. She uncuffed him and he was immediately upon her. She yelped as he pulled her into his lap, giggling as he pressed kisses all over her face.

“Javi, stooop!” She whined but leaned in closer and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Gonna take you back home, baby. Need to do this right,” he mumbled into her hair.

“Oh? Do it right? You gonna hold me down and fuck me hard, Agente Peña?” She asked as he took his leather jacket off of himself. Finding her clothes would take too much time and he was not willing to spend his previous time with her after being deceived into separation.

“Pfft, no! You, my darling wife, are going to hold me down and take what you want,” he declared, excited to lean back and let her do the work for that night. And perhaps other nights when he needed her to take over and take guide him though it. It wasn’t something he thought he would like, but with her, every day was a surprise and he discovered new things about himself even after so many years alive.

Wrapped up in his jacket, she let him carry her to his jeep and he drove her home, a happy and grateful man.

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erosmutt · 1 month

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☆ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ⨾ 𝗛𝗮𝘆𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻

𖦹 dddne: fauxcest ⋆ dad!hayden x daughter!reader

☆ happy belated Hayden day !

You skip down the stairs happily, backpack over your shoulder as you hurriedly make your way to the front doors. You took the train to school that morning, so you hadn’t seen him all day. Your absolute favorite person - your dad, Hayden. When you pushed the door open, you saw him there, waiting for you, cigarette between his fingers and phone up to his ear as he paced at the car.

With a bright smile, you run to him, catching him by surprise. He must’ve been very into the conversation if he didn’t hear the sound of your Mary Janes against the pavement. He looks down at you and gives a quick smile, then takes a pull from his cig. Is whoever’s on the phone really that important?

“Dad…” You begin, tugging gently on one of the lapels on his coat. He ignores you, making you scrunch your nose in irritation. “Dad,” You tug again, and he gives you a ‘wait a minute’ look. You let out a huff, and begin to pick the little fuzzies off his wool coat.

Once he finally hangs up, he can’t even speak before you’re chewing him out. “I haven’t seen you all day, and you’re ignoring me!” He sighs and gives you a half-smile. “I know, sweets. I was on the phone with your mom.” Oh. That’s why he looked so pissed.

“What did she want?” You ask curiously as Hayden takes your bag, setting it in the back. His cig was long discarded, crushed on the curb. “What does she ever want? She apparently called to wish me a Happy Birthday and we nearly ended up in a yelling match." He opens the passenger door for you, watching as you get in. Once in, he leans over you and puts your seatbelt on for you. You were 18, fully capable of doing it yourself, but he’d always done this since you were small. He’d always given you princess treatment.

You watch as he closes the door and walks around the front of the car to the driver’s side. As soon as he’s in the car, you begin again. “You know what today is, right?” You ask, kicking your feet with the allowed space. He clicks his belt in, and starts the car. “Mm, do I?” He smiles weakly, adjusting himself in his seat. You could tell the conversation he had with your mother - whatever was said in it - really had him discombobulated. He would always give you his full attention. Well, ¾ of it when he was driving.

“Yeah.” Your mood was beginning to dampen. You reach down and pick at a string on your navy blue skirt. “Your birthday.” He nods, giving a soft hum in response as he pulls off. “My birthday.” He sighs and relaxes in his seat, left hand on the wheel and the other resting on the console. “Don’t sound so bummed, honey. When people get older, they just don’t get as excited about their birthdays as you guys.” You lay your head against the window, looking out at the buildings that blur past. It was an overcast day anyway. Maybe it just wasn’t supposed to be a celebratory day.

Once you two were home, he went to the kitchen while you went up to your room. You had planned a whole thing - bought pretty underwear, planned on making a cake together with him. You hear him call to you from the bottom of the stairs. “How does takeout sound, kiddo?” He isn't using his nicknames for you. 'Sweets,' 'Princess,' 'Honey'… They always make you giggle and blush, no matter what. How can you get into the mood if he isn’t entertaining you?

You come out of your room clad in your white tights and bra, hands resting gently on the doorway. “Just get whatever, I don’t care.” You see his eyes flicker down to your chest, then back up to your face. “How about pizza? Chinese, maybe?” Once more, he glances at your chest, then back up to your face. You shrug once more. “Just whatever.” You repeat, making his face fall. “You have to work with me, sweets. You know how you get. I get something you don’t like, you make me drive you 40 minutes for something outlandish. Like kebabs.” You would have giggled if you weren't so bummed.

“Just get pepperoni.” As you retreat back into your room, Hayden comes up the stairs and follows after you. He looks around your room - at the posters on the wall, the fairy lights strung along your headboard, and the picture of you two on your vanity. He plops down on your plush bed, leaning back on his hands as he watches you shimmy out of your tights. “What’s wrong?”

You toss them, fabric flowing through the air and landing on the bed, just missing your dad’s thigh. “I don’t want to talk about it.” You dismiss him quickly, making him sigh exasperatedly. “If you don’t talk about it, I can’t figure out what’s wrong, and won’t be able to help you, sweets. So, come on.” He sits up and pats his lap. “Lay it on me.”

This was too good to be true.

Hesitantly, now in your bra and panties, you perch yourself on his thigh. He reaches down and puts your legs over his lap, other arm wrapping around your midsection. “Tell me all about it.” He was giving you that pretty, pretty smile. You mirror it. Everyone always told you - you smile just like your dad.

“I just thought you’d be more excited for your birthday, dad.” You murmur. The clock on the wall ticks, seconds going by before your dad gives your side a gentle squeeze; But he doesn’t speak. You continue, “I miss when I was little. You’d let me throw you birthday tea parties with all my plushies, and we’d have those nasty artificial store-bought cupcakes with the red frosting. Is red even still your favorite color?” He chuckles. “It is.”

A handful more seconds pass. You two just stare at each other. You swallow down your growing anxiety. “I want to do something more for you… But I can’t if you don’t let me, you know.” He pulls you up further onto his lap. “What did you have in mind, sweets?” He murmurs softly, hand coming to cup your face, thumb rubbing gently across your rosy cheek. You lean into his touch, biting at your bottom lip. “Can I show you?” When he nods, you slink off his lap, and point to the seat of your vanity. “Sit there, and close your eyes.” His brows furrow in confusion, but he obeys your command, going over to the small pink-cushioned bench.

He heard a shit ton of rustling and shuffling before hearing your bed gently creak in protest underneath your weight, followed by a gentle exhale. “You can open them now dad.” Boy, when he did, the sight that greeted him caught him off guard immensely.

You. In the nude, legs spread wide, a pink jelly dildo in your hand. “Honey,” You shake your head. “Hush. Just watch, okay?” He couldn’t refuse his little girl. He swallows and licks his lips, hands resting flat on his thighs. The tip of the dildo rubs up and down your slit, makes a little circle over your clit, then slides back down. He didn’t dare look away.

Never in his life would he admit he’d gotten himself off to the thought of his daughter like this - never before now, at least. Your lithe, youthful, supple body had enraptured him for who knows how long, but all he could do was listen through the wall during nights you pleasured yourself, falsely assuming your dad was sleeping.

“Hnn…” He hadn’t even noticed that the fake cock was a fourth of the way in your tiny virgin pussy. He’d kill to be in its place.

You couldn’t help but feel filled with cocky satisfaction at the sight of your father’s cock hardening along his thigh. It was a dream come true. Ever since you were just a girl, you’d had a crush on your dad. Whenever he’d pick you up and spin you around, your little feet would kick and a happy giggle would leave your lips, and he’d press a kiss to each of your pink cheeks, big hands on your waist and pretty eyes fixed on yours.

Hayden’s hand absentmindedly begins to palm his cock through his jeans. “Dad,” You drawl, the sound of your gentle plea accompanied by the lewd squelch of your pussy getting penetrated by the 8 inch dildo he had no idea you even owned until today. “You bought that for me? Just for me?” He asks, legs spreading as he fumbles with his button and zipper. You nod, toes curling and eyes closing shut. “Jus’ for you,” The poor man wasn’t strong enough for this! He’d been single for years, and jacking off wasn’t cutting it. Now one of his biggest fantasies was soon to come true - getting to fuck his pretty, barely legal daughter.

Once his cock is free from the stuffy confines of his jeans, he quickly finds the matching rhythm, and pumps his cock to the strokes of the jelly dildo going in and out of your cunt. “God,” He rasps, eyes half-lidded as he watches your face contort in pleasure. Eyes rolled back, lips parted. Perfection.

“Gonna cum,” You gasp, squirming about on the bed. “Gonna cum, dad.” He bucks his hips up into his hand, eyes trained on your glistening folds. “Keep going sweets,” His voice was strained, cheeks flushed. “Like that - shit, just like that.” You whine softly, back arching up off the bed as you throw your head back. “Wan’ you to cum in me,”

He wastes no time in getting up and making his way to you. He grabs your ankles and snatches you to the end of the bed, taking the dildo out and away from you, discarding it on the bed next to you. “Fuck,” He guides his cock into your entrance, knees nearly buckling at the sensation of your gummy walls enveloping him. It’d been so long since he’d been inside a woman.

“Inside you,” He repeats after you, leaning down to cup your face. “Inside you?” You nod eagerly, reaching up and tangling your hands in his curls. Both of your faces were flushed, sweat dampening your foreheads. “Nowhere else.” You whisper. Neither of you broke eye contact - refusing to. Unable to.

Hayden’s hips stutter as his eyes flutter closed. His seed spurted into you, the most he’s ever cum in months. “Ohhh…” he swallows, trying to catch his breath. You play in his curls, both of you basking in the afterglow of a dream come true.

“My little girl,” He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead. “Always giving the best gifts.” His voice is now a whisper as he gently rubs your red cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “This is the best one so far, I think.”

He stands straight and looks down, slowly pulling his softening penis out of you. A shaky exhale along with a shudder is his reaction at the sight of you pushing his warm load out of your hole. “Good girl,” He whispers as he runs his hands through his hair. “The best girl.” You smile brightly as you lay your head back.

“Happy Birthday, daddy.”

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the-heat-is-0n · 4 months

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Snippet of “My own worst enemy” (a q!tntduo bar AU)

“Hey darling,” Wilbur croaked. His words blended together and were barely audible from his raspy timbre. He registered Quackity’s humored smirk and raised an eyebrow. “What, what’s so funny? Is it my misery?”

Despite his pessimistic question, Wilbur said it with no mirth. In fact, it sounded more like a genuine, innocent query.

Quackity realized his complete lack of a poker face and cleared his throat. A light blush dusted his cheeks at Wilbur’s use of ‘darling.’ “No, not at all!” he rubbed the other man’s shoulder in comforting movements. “It was just how your smile always makes your whole face scrunch up. I found it a little funny in an ironic way, is all.”

Wilbur hummed in response, leaning his head onto the hand on his shoulder. Quackity internally screamed like an excited little girl at the gesture. Keep it professional, he scolded himself, this is one of your customers. Don’t even think about it.

But fuck, the feeling of Wilbur’s soft, messy curls on the back of his hand made his heart flutter. It took all his self-control not to lean down and press a light kiss to the crown of the mans’ head and bury his nose into his hair.

“Did you hear me?” Quackity asked softly. He was grateful that everyone else was out of the bar and the door was locked. At this hour, he doubted that anyone would even be in the main building to catch him breaking the unspoken rules of his job.

The barkeep knew that this was wrong. Not only was he going against his workplace by being so sweet on Wilbur, but it also broke his moral code. Sure, Quackity had gotten into trouble from time to time. He’d been sent to the principal’s office for a plethora of reasons in school. His mischief with Roier (and later Cellbit) got him plenty of groundings and social restrictions at home growing up. But this was different. This was his livelihood. If he got fired in this job economy, he would be back to bumming off friends – or worse, living with his parents in suburbia again. He could not afford to break the rules this time. He had to keep focused, and his feelings for Wilbur were distracting him. He couldn’t date one of his most loyal customers – it would be unethical and unprofessional, at the very least in his eyes.

But the temptation to kiss Wilbur; to hold him and never let go; to be able to roll over in bed and say good morning to that gorgeous face of his; to imagine saying goodbye and I love you before every shift to the man he loved, was so great.

The temptation to break the rules and go against his own moral compass just for Wilbur felt like something straight out of the Book of Genesis.

Wilbur was the Biblical serpent to Quackity’s Eve. He was the apple that could open up a whole new world for the other.

And the choice to bite that godforsaken fruit was up to the infatuated barkeep.

Context:

Mowe!wilbur frequently comes to the bar Quackity works at and has this routine they both follow where Wilbur gets a drink, talks for a bit, and then leaves and gives Quackity an exhorbitant tip cause he’s just like that ig. Q very quickly falls for him but he’s terrified of being fired for basically courting a faithful customer and potentially shirking his work. (It’s mostly a moral thing to him cause it’s not even a rule at his job that he can’t date customers lol). Wilbur, on the other hand, is an idiot and doesn’t realize that Quackity has a crush on him. So they just have this weird awkward dance and it’s really silly and cute :)

This AU was originally created as a prompt for TNTduo week 2023 and I’ve decided to expand a lot on it by making it its own thing outside of that challenge week :D

#ao3 writer #tntduo #qsmp #aus & hc infodumps #qsmp fic #qsmp wilbur #qsmp quackity #beevil's fics

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tickles-in-ficland · 2 years

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The Assistant

Summary: Part 2 to Destination: Laughter. Reader gets to see what her aunt does for work and becomes more comfortable in a new city

Word Count: 3,789

Warnings: mild cursing otherwise all fluff

Pairing: Ler!Chris Evans x LeeFemale!Reader(platonic)

It had been about a week since you had arrived in California. You were getting settled in to your temporary room at your aunts house. Being the bad ass lady she was, she lived on her own, clearly well off enough to be able to do so.

‘She must have an amazing job’ you thought to yourself as you unpacked your bag and organized the room.

A quiet knock on the door caught your attention and you turned to see your aunt standing in the door way. “Hey doll. How do you like it?” she asked her arms causally crossed as she leaned on the door frame.

You sat down on the bed with a smile. “I love it auntie. Your home is beautiful. Thank you again for inviting me to stay with you this summer. I’m so excited.” you said curling your knees up to your chest.

Your aunt joined you on the bed sitting next to you. “How would you like to come to work with me tomorrow? I figured I’d let you get settled in and acclimated first. I didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

Your face broke out in a wide grin. “I’d love that.”

“Perfect. I’ll get it set up at the studio to get you on the visitors list for the summer. It’ll just be easier if you have full access if I need something and it’ll be less of a hassle if you have easy access to find me.”

You nodded in excitement. “I can’t wait” you said your smile taking over your features.

Your aunt giving you what she thought was a friendly squeeze to your knee actually made you jump and giggle. Her eyes narrowed for a second before she threw her head back in a laugh. “You’re still as ticklish since the last time I saw you doll.” she said squeezing with more intent the second time.

You threw your head back in a laugh as you pushed her hands away. “Auhahahntie! Stahahap!”

“Alright alright. Get some rest and we’ll go first thing in the morning.”

You could hardly sleep that night you were so excited. You didn’t know exactly what your aunt did or what she was currently doing but you were excited to watch her work.

The next morning after a quick breakfast, the two of you headed to where she’d be working for the next few months. You watched as the city passed by the windows. Excited to explore it this summer you made mental notes of what you wanted to see. Keeping Chris’ suggestions in your head as well.

You were slightly bummed when you hadn’t heard from his assistant. You tried not to dwell on it too much. He was a busy famous actor, you were sure he’d forgotten about the random fan he met on his flight home. You were grateful to have met him and let that be it. Turning into a studio your aunt pulled up to the security gate. Flashing her badge the guard waved at her. She rolled down her window.

“This is my niece. She’s staying with me this summer. Can you make sure she gets a badge made for her as well? I might need her help now and then and I don’t want to have the hassle of her having to go through the visitors section every time.”

The security guard nodded. “Sure thing. Just go to the administration office and they’ll get her information. It might take a day or so but it should be fairly quick.”

Your aunt smiled at him and gave him a friendly wave. “Thanks Eddie.” she said before driving through the gates. You looked in awe as you passed the different buildings. You wondered what was being filmed. You figured you’d find out eventually.

After getting your badge pass information sorted out, you were given a temporary pass to keep around your neck until your other one arrived. Your aunt led you to her office. You plopped down on her couch and shut your eyes for a moment.

“Do you mind if I explore a little bit?” you asked sitting up.

She swiveled in her chair to face you. “Yes. But please try to stay out of the way. It’s a busy filming day.”

You nodded. “Absolutely. Uh, what exactly is it?”

Your aunt grinned. “Go find out for yourself.”

Your head tilted in confusion as she smiled at you and shooed you out of the door. As you turned the corner glancing down at your phone, about halfway down the hallway you bumped into someone and stumbled back.

Glancing up at who you collided with your jaw dropped in disbelief.

“You’re kidding me.” You said in shock.

In front of you stood none other than your seat mate, Chris Evans.

Chris’ eyes widened as well as he was equally as surprised to see you. “My seat buddy!” he said pulling you into a quick hug before pulling you back to look at you again.

“As happy as I am to see you, how are you here?” he asked raising his eyebrows. “Did you sneak in here?” he teased.

You shook your head with a laugh. “I’m not that sneaky. No, my aunt works in this building.”

“No kidding. Small world huh?” he asked. “Well guess I don’t have to have my assistant call you.” he said with a laugh.

Your head tilted while you bit the inside of your lip in concentration. “It’s okay if you didn’t. I wasn’t going to be offended. I didn’t even expect you to remember the random fan you met on your flight back.”

“I always keep my word.” Chris said seriously. “And besides, like I told you before. It was refreshing to meet a fan who treated me like a person. So yes. of course I remembered you.”

Almost getting choked up, you offered him a sincere smile. “And I meant it.”

“Well, since you’re here, why don’t you come meet her anyway?” he asked gesturing and leading you back down the hallway.

When Chris knocked on your aunts door, your mouth dropped again. No. There was absolutely no way.

“Heeeeey. There’s my favorite assistant.” he said sticking his head in from the door way smiling sweetly at her.

You heard your aunt chuckle. “What do you want Christopher?”

“I have someone I want you to meet.” He took your arm gently and led you into the room.

Your aunt and you made eye contact and you looked from her to Chris and back to her. Still in shock and disbelief. There was no way.

Your aunt smiled gently. “Yes Chris. I know her. This is my niece Y/N.”

Now it was his turn to look confused. “Wait a minute… Oh my god. Yes you told me about her coming to visit!” He said pinching the bridge of his nose as he let out a breathy laugh and looked over at you, who still had a puzzled look on your face. “I can’t believe I didn’t make that connection when we spoke on the flight!”

You rubbed your temples still trying to process everything. “I am still SO confused. Auntie why didn’t you tell me?!”

Your aunt smiled at your confused state. “I wanted it to be a surprise. I know how big of a fan you are and what a big crush you’ve had on him.”

“Auntie!” you hissed before covering your face in embarrassment. “That couldn’t wait until he left the room?” you said in a harsh whisper, but was still able to be heard by everyone in the room.

Through your fingers you saw Chris grinning at you. It made you want to sink into the floor.

“Why didn’t you say anything when I told you who I sat next to on the flight?” you asked.

Your aunt shrugged with an impish smile. “More fun for you to find out this way.”

You groaned and turned to Chris with your cheeks bright pink. “I am so sorry. She’s exaggerating.”

Chris chuckled. “Is she though? I’ve never known her to lie.”

“I-ugh!” you said throwing your arms up and plopping back on the couch.

Chris sat next to you and gave you a gentle shove. “Hey.” he said trying to get your attention but you curled into yourself. He grinned remembering how he got you to talk last time.

“Heeeey Y/N” he said giving a few pokes to your side. Your lips twitched in a grin you attempted to push back down.

Your aunt chuckled as she leaned over to Chris. “She’s incredibly ticklish. If you want anything out of her that’s the way to get it.”

Your head shots up and your eyes widened. “Why?!”

Chris threw his head back in a laugh. “Oh I know. Accidentally found out. It was rather adorable.” he smirked down at you.

You groaned and jumped up. “Not. Adorable.” you said making the two of them laugh. “Am I going to have to explore this place alone or?” you said a smile returning to your face.

Chris stood up and offered you his arm. “This way m’lady.”

You giggled as you took his arm. Turning to shoot your aunt a quick playful glare, she winked as you and Chris exited her office.

The two of you walked in silence for a moment.

“I’m sorry about my aunt. She likes to embarrass me.” you said shaking your head with a small smile playing on your lips.

Chris let out a breathy laugh. “Isn’t that what family is for?” he asked receiving a nod and smile from you.

As you turned a corner your jaw dropped. Chris looked at your reaction and a deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. You were standing on the set of a Marvel film. You couldn’t believe your aunt didn’t tell you anything! Probably because it would get this reaction.

“I- wow.” was all that came out. “I can’t believe what I’m looking at.” you said looking around.

“Yeah I guess my job is pretty awesome.” he said letting your arm down gently before putting his hands in his pockets.

Now feeling more comfortable around him, you looked up at him with a twinkle in your eyes. “Actors.” you scoffed. “So full of themselves.”

Chris’ eyes twinkled as he looked down on you feigning shock. “Who me?!”

You giggled as the two of you continued to walk around the set. Chris took you around, showing you different props and set pieces and introduced you to a few of the cast and crew.

The two of you found a table inside the studio cafe. You begun pulling out your wallet when Chris held his hand up. “No no. My treat. Order whatever you want.”

You shook your head. “Oh no you don’t have to. You’ve already been so kind to me.”

With a gentle smile, he pushed your hand with your wallet down by your side. “It’s really okay Y/N I’m happy to.”

With a sigh you put your wallet back in your pocket. “Fine. You’re not going to take no for an answer are you?” you asked a small smile tugging at your lips.

Matching your smile, Chris shook his head. “Now go ahead.” he said gesturing you to approach the counter.

Once the orders had been placed you found a table not far from the counter to sit down. You were still trying to wrap your head around everything. Your aunt was Chris Evan’s assistant, you were on the set of a Marvel film, you were drinking coffee with Chris Evans. You wouldn’t believe it if it wasn’t happening to you.

“So.” Chris said as he took a sip of his coffee. “You’ve got a crush on me huh?” he said playfulness dancing in his eyes. He was just getting to know you and clearly already enjoyed teasing you.

“Oh my god.” You said putting your face in your hands. “Really? Do you just enjoy embarrassing fans when they meet you?” you asked with less bite than you were hoping as a smile snuck up on your face.

Chris let out a small giggle. “Maybe.” he said with a casual shrug. “You’re particularly fun to get under the skin. You blush so easily it’s so cute.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “I am still trying to process everything. I had no idea my aunt worked for you. And that this is where I’ll be spending my summer. Or that if you’d told me I’d be having coffee with THE Chris Evans.” you emphasized the last part which Chris caught on to.

“THE Chris Evans? Wow. I’m honored. I don’t sit and have coffee every day with people I just met so consider yourself lucky.” he said with a wink.

That made you giggle as you took a sip of your drink. “Oh wow I’m the luckiest.” you said in a monotone voice. “But really, thank you for being so kind to me.”

Chris have a friendly nod. “Of course. Your aunt has been wonderful to work with and if she’s as wonderful as she is, I have no doubt her family is just as great.”

Once again, the heat rising to your cheeks, impossible to hide the grin that now graced your entire face. “By the end of the summer you’ll be sick of seeing my face.”

Chris rolled his eyes with a laugh. “Who said it would take to the end of the summer?” he said with a wink.

Your eyes widened at his cheeky comment and your jaw slacked in shock. “Ouch. Fair, but ouch!” you said with a deep belly laugh.

This was going to be an amazing summer.

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A few weeks had passed and you were growing more acclimated with the city and the studio where your aunt worked. After all the legality had been taken care of, NDA’s an all(can’t have you spilling secrets!!) you were free to roam the studio as you pleased. Your aunt showed you the ropes of being an assistant. You found yourself more and more wanting to make this your career. You had just graduated from college and didn’t have anything lined up.

Over the next 6 weeks you got to know the cast and crew more. You and Chris had developed a playful friendship. Almost like a big brother/little sister relationship. His favorite hobby was getting on your nerves when you were trying to work. But you never had any siblings growing up, so as an only child you never had that experience so you were thankful Chris and the other cast mates took you under their wing. Everyone was so nice and welcoming and made you feel like part of the family even though you had just come in a few weeks prior.

You sat in your aunts office, filling in some information for her on her laptop while she had some meetings regarding Chris’ upcoming schedule.

You didn’t hear the door to her office open as you were focused on what you were doing. Out of nowhere a pair of hands drilled into your sides, causing you to scream and jump to turn to find Chris grinning at you.

“Jerk!” you said smacking his shoulder making him laugh. “You scared the shit out of me!” you said crossing your arms with a pout.

“Aw. But it was funny!” he said trying to give you a hug but you turned your body away from him, attempting to be mad at him but you both knew it wouldn’t last.

“YYYY/NNN” he said in a sing song voice. “Come oooon. Don’t be mad at your favorite avenger.” he said leaning down to attempt to make eye contact with you.

A ghost of a smile threatened to escape so you turned your back and tried to sit down at the desk but you felt yourself being scooped up.

“Chris!” you squealed kicking your legs trying to get out of his arms. “Put. me. down!”

A mischievous smile was all you saw before he walked the few feet to the couch before tossing you down and pinning your arms down.

“Don’t.” you said, your breath hitching in your throat.

“Don’t what?” he asked hovering over you.

You knew he was trying to get you to fall into his trap. One you’d fallen into before. Unfortunately for him you caught it before it slipped out

“Tick- I’m not falling for that!”

Chris threw his head back in his signature laugh. “No matter. I’m going to do it anyway.”

Before you could open your mouth Chris’ hands dug into your ribs, a scream of laughter erupted from you.

“CH-CHRHIHIHIS!” you squealed batting at his hands. “NAHAHAHA! I CAHAHAHAN’T!” you twisted and turned trying to evade his tickling fingers.

Chris’ deep laugh rumbled through his chest as he watched you kick and squirm. “It’s what you get for being so grouchy!”

“I-hi aham nohot grouchy! You’re juhust a pahain in my aHAHAass!”

With a playful growl his fingers danced between each rib, eliciting a shriek of laughter.

“And you’re a brat!” Chris grinned down at you. “And I know your worst spot.”

Your eyes wide, shaking your head furiously. “Plehehease dohohon’t!” you giggled.

“But I gotta.” he said before drilling his thumbs into your thighs, throwing your head back, bringing the deep belly laughter he’d grown quite a fan of.

“CH-CHR-HIHIHIHIS!” you said a scream of laughter filling the room. “PLEHEHEHEAHAHASE!” you said smacking his arm, signaling you were tapping out of this play flight.

Seeing as you were now shaking in silent laughter Chris paused his fingers, grinning down at you. “Are you done being a grouch?” he asked his fingers still wiggling towards you.

Still holding firm your brows furrowed. “I am not grouchy! I was busy doing work and you’re being annoying!”

With a sigh, as if it pained him to do it, he pinned your arms back down to your sides and buried his scratchy beard in the crook of your neck blowing several raspberries.

You were pretty sure the whole building heard your screams of laughter as your legs kicked the couch wildly behind him.

“OH-OHHOHOHOHOKAHAHAHAY! MEHEHEHERCY!!” your boisterous laughter causing the deep silent laughter to return.

Finally relenting, Chris climbed off of you and plopped next to you on the couch while you gasped for air between residual giggles.

“You are the worst.” you grumbled but couldn’t hide the grin forming.

“I don’t know Y/N I never actually heard you ask me to stop.” he teased. “Besides tickling you and driving you crazy is what honorary big brothers do.” he said with a playful nudge.

You opened your mouth to protest but you both knew it was useless. He was well aware you appreciated the playful friendship you had formed.

“You’re still a pain in my ass, Evans.” you said straightening your shirt as you stood up.

A few minutes later your aunt walked back through the door. Seeing your disheveled state she looked between you and Chris, one of you scowling and one of you grinning like a cheshire cat.

“Christopher what did you do to my poor niece?”

Continuing to grin, he simply shrugged. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

As you opened your mouth to scold him, you heard a gentle knock at the door and turned to see Sebastian Stan standing in the doorway.

“Seb!” you ran over to the actor and wrapped your arms around his waist, earning a hug in return.

Chris scoffed from across the room. “So you’re happy when you see him but not me?” he asked playing innocent to the fact that he just tickled you to tears.

“Seb didn’t come in here with the sole purpose to get on my nerves. So yes.” you sassed back to him

“It’s okay Y/N, he gets on everyone’s nerves.” Sebastian said laughing giving you another squeeze.

Now it was Chris’ turn to pout. “Dude! Not cool.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes playfully and looked back down at you. “What was he doing?”

“Torturing her.” Chris said causally and then narrowed his eyes at you with a smug smile. “She’s insanely ticklish.”

“Christopher!” you shouted as Sebastian burst out laughing. “Just shout it to the whole damn studio why don’t you?”

You dared to glance up at Sebastian who had a wicked grin on his face. “Are you now?”

You jumped back and put your arms out. “Don’t even Seb. I am still recovering from pain in the ass over there.” you said gesturing your thumb in Chris’ direction, who in turned smirked at you before turning to his co-star.

“Is there a reason you’re in MY assistant’s office?” he said trying to appear mad but everyone knew he wasn’t.

“Oh! Yeah! You’re needed on set. Like….” he glanced at his watch. “Like 5 minutes ago.”

He turned to your aunt as he exited to the room. “Meetings go okay? Anything I need to know?”

Shaking her head with a smile she gently pushed his shoulder. “Nothing you need to be concerned with now. Get out of here.” she said shooing the two men out of the room.

With a friendly wave the two men exited and headed to shoot their scenes.

Your aunt turned to you, laughing. “Are you okay kiddo?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “Yes I’m okay. Being here is a dream. I think I want to make this my career. Everyone here is so welcoming and I never thought I’d get to work with actors I so greatly admire.”

Your aunt smiled fondly at you. “Well you’re doing a wonderful job and it’s so nice to have the help. Especially to keep those boys in line.”

A full grin on your face now, you nodded in agreement. “If someone had told me that my favorite actor would become like an older brother, I would’ve said you’re lying. He’s an annoying little shit but you know I grew up an only child and being in a new city, it’s nice to have people who are willing to show me the ropes.”

“He is pretty great. I got lucky to have him as a boss. You still crushing on him?” she asked with a small chuckle.

You shook your head vigorously. “Oh god no. We’ve become too good of friends for that. I mean obviously I’m not blind, I have eyes…he’s insanely attractive and anyone who says otherwise is lying but no. I’ve uh, kind of started crushing on someone else. But I’m sure he hasn’t even noticed me. I’m either with you helping you with paperwork and phone calls so we haven’t really had time to talk much. But, he’s really cute.” you said blushing slightly.

“Soooo who is it?” she asked.

Shaking your head, you didn’t want to reveal who it was. Your aunt gave you a few jabs to the side making you giggle and jump back. “Ohokay!” you said swatting at her hand.

“His name is Tom. “

#mcu tickle #avengers tickle #marvel tickle #ticklish reader #tickle fluff #avengers tickle fic #lee!reader #chris evans tickle #tickle fic #captain america #ler!chrisevans

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alesyira · 7 months

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fruitless

super early draft, but i'm spending nano wordcount working on the accidental vigilante story. it's really neat to revisit something in a new way. this reads a bit like it could belong in the sweeter, softer cute-guy AU, but it won't stay that way for long. this content is probably going to be what part of the first chapter once i get enough of the series offering done & edited to start posting, but i want to share early even if this part isn't terribly exciting. Writing is writing and it's been way way way too long.

Fun fact, most of this was written with voice recognition, so if you notice some weird punctuation or typos, no you did not. I'll be sweeping for bugs before sharing on AO3. Thank you for reading!!

He turned down his mother's help to help find his new apartment. He'd already done so many things on his own (from the relative safety of his childhood home) that surely this low-stakes task is something he can accomplish given enough time and resources.

Maybe if he'd been pressed for faster turnaround, kicked out and wandering the streets with nowhere else to go, he might've been willing to accept an adult’s help navigating the strange world of leases and rentals and potentially shady (or dangerous) deals.

But no, he does some poking around online, asks his friends what they would do, and then does his best on his own. He tries a few places in person and is immediately turned away at the door.

He should have figured. It’s not exactly safe to walk up to an unfamiliar building and ask to see available units.

There’s been too much crime in the last few years for people to be very trusting of strangers.

After that, he tries calling places before showing up. He gets similar results. No one is willing to meet with an unknown variable with a suspiciously nervous youthful voice and promises of enough cash to cover the first three months of rent.

He starts to get a little frustrated, but he runs his fingers through his hair and takes a deep breath as he leans against the glass wall at the local bus stop. He shouldn’t expect to find much in only one day of apartment searching.

He needs a mediator. A contractor. Someone who knows these people and can get him an in, or can at least take down his information and find a few willing parties to hear him out without assuming he’s going to rob them blind.

A local realtor’s office doesn’t seem very impressed by his youth, and even less impressed when he hands over one of his faked IDs. Foreigner, but at least it lists a quirk. He doesn’t want to think about what kinds of dismissal he’d see if he dared trying to apply for an apartment as a quirkless citizen.

Their interest perks a little at his available budget, but he gets a firm denial within thirty minutes.

Nothing available in the surrounding areas.

He wilts a little.

It’s fine.

Probably.

He can keep looking for something.

The realtor’s office isn’t completely cruel, though, and promises to put him on a waiting list.

He jots down his phone number in the middle of a dusty page in an aging binder, feeling very little hope they’ll call him back.

He picks up a little pint of strawberry ice cream on his way home that afternoon, a little bummed that he’s had no luck.

It’s not worth getting upset over one fruitless day of searching.

He still has plenty of time to figure something out.

The warm scents of home-cooked food greet him as he pushes open the front door. He only has one key on his keychain, so there’s nothing to jingle as he pockets it and kneels to remove his shoes with a little sigh. The door clicks quietly as he locks it, and his mother is waiting for him with a soft expression when he turns around.

Sometimes it surprises him that she knows when he gets home even if he hasn't yet said a word.

“Welcome home,” she murmurs, her keen gaze catching sight of his half-smile. “No luck, today?”

He shrugs and holds out the pint of ice cream.

Dinner is quiet, but by the time dessert rolls around he’s feeling a lot better. She refuses to let him help with the dishes, instead shooing him toward the living room to pick out a movie they can watch together.

He selects a goofy pre-quirk spy flick and pauses it on the opening title, then opens his laptop to poke around on the forums until his mom joins him.

His inbox has over a dozen unread messages.

“Weird,” he mutters, clicking into them with cautious curiosity. The subject lines are usually the first indication of spam mail, but these are all well-written, and he quickly discovers they're advertisements for apartment offerings from all over the city.

Not spam.

But he doesn’t remember giving his email to the realtor’s office. He chews his lip as he thinks back through his day. When could he have-?

He absently skims the first message.

Amenities: Rooftop pool. State-of-the-art heroNet connection speeds.

Izuku scoffs. Being out in the open, exposed to the elements and also anyone who might be flying/jumping/sneaking about overhead? Maybe before quirks that would have been nice, but not anymore. The heroNet connection claim sounds pretty good, but he doesn’t need speed as much as reliability, and his wireless setup can keep him running from nearly anywhere in the city.

Amenities: One block away from the city library. Gorgeous floor-to-ceiling picture windows. Park within easy walking distance.

He pauses and purses his lips. The library is a little tempting, but he really has all the information he needs at his fingertips. And he likes looking out of big windows, but he doesn’t feel very safe around them. Curtains would be a necessity. Park close by is both a blessing and a curse, probably beautiful and very dangerous, unless that’s a more expensive part of the city that still retains some hero presence. (In which case, he probably can’t afford that apartment, anyways.)

Amenities: Well-aged closed-circuit security system. Cafe on first floor, residents only.

Izuku’s finger hovers over the touch pad. This one sounds promising. Closed-circuit systems are notoriously difficult to get into without being on-site. And he likes cafes, especially ones that sound like he won’t have to worry about being surrounded by a lot of strangers.

His mom joins him on the couch with a blanket and two cups of tea.

He shuts his laptop with a bright grin, already feeling the hope welling up within him.

The advertisements can wait until morning.

With the clarity of morning and even more apartment offerings in his inbox, he starts thinking back to the day before. He’s certain he hadn’t written his email address on anything. He stares at the messages, tapping between them, searching the metadata for clues or patterns as his mind whirs through possibilities. Maybe his phone number is linked with his email address in some obscure database?

He absently starts a search on his phone number in a background window to see how many hits he can generate before he returns to the advertisements. No other identifying information can be found within the messages, so he doesn't think it's been somehow linked with his name. All the messages come from different addresses, different systems, different networks. There doesn't seem to be a common thread between any of the sources.

It's as if he's been added to some kind of housing mailing list.

The background window flickers to indicate the search has completed.

No hits.

He breathes a little sigh of relief. That's one less thing to worry about. But still…

Had he really handed out his email address and forgotten about it?

He absently taps his finger against a key.

He hates to think he's forgotten something that important, but he also hates to think that someone took one look at his face as he walked into the realtor's office and immediately knew how to reach him.

(That seems nearly impossible, but quirks are capable of some nearly impossible stuff.)

there's more coming pretty soon as scenes sneak out of my notes and outline. <3 ily

#midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #mha #mha fanfiction #bnha #bnha fanfiction #two steps to the left AU #accidental vigilante AU

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symphopan · 3 months

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Valentine's Blessings

Chapter 1/5: The Crush

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Alex was a bit bummed. It was Valentine’s day tomorrow at his high school, and being a senior, it felt a bit weird that he was the only one who didn’t have a partner. It's not that he was going out of his way to get girls like other guys, but he did still want someone to be with. The day always made him feel like he was super lonely. The ringing of the bell snapped him out of his thoughts.

“So class, remember to get your assignments in tonight. I know a lot of you might have plans for tomorrow and don’t think you wanna spend time still working on it” The teacher said.

He got up and started putting his stuff in his bag. It was his last class of the day and because today was Thursday, it meant he was taking the bus home.

“So Esther. Anybody interesting ask you to be their valentine?” A girl asked the person standing next to her.

“Ugh… Just the usual ones. None of them are the right one, you know?” Esther said.

Esther, one of the prettiest in school. She had the eye of every guy in school and that meant everyone of them would try to have a chance with her. Of course, Alex also had a crush on her though he never did take his chance. He would learn that every guy who would ask her out would get turned down, so he didn’t out of fear of the same thing happening to him.

“Well maybe that cuz those chumps are me. So what do you as baby, wanna be mine Valentime?” A deep masculine voice said.

“You mean Valentine, Walter?” the girl next to Esther said.

“That's what I said Menia.” He said.

“Marina.” She corrected.

“Yeah yeah. So what do you say Esther?”

“Once again, the answer is no Walter.” Esther said nonchalantly.

“Oh come on. What, am I not good enough for you?” He whined.

“Maybe because you have more muscles than brains.” Alex accidentally said out loud.

They all turned to face him. Well now he’s done it. Walter walked over to him. The big jock only towered 2 inches above him, but was much more built then him. Alex's shaggy black hair, red t-shirt with a black jacket, jean pants, and flat footed shoes, didn’t really help him stand out much. Whereas Walter’s smooth back blond hair, varsity jacket, football team jersey and pants, and nice looking shoes, made him look like the coolest person alive. Although most knew he was kinda dumb.

“What was that twerp?” Walter said aggressively.

“I’m mean… Didn’t your recent girlfriend break up with you cause you couldn’t remember anything about what she liked? And so did the 3 before that?” Alex said.

“So?”

“SO, maybe if you used your head instead of your muscles, you might keep a girl for more than 2 days.”

The girls giggled at that comment. Walter looked like he was in a stun lock.

“Y-yeah well… Y-You're just jealous that you don’t have these.” He flexed as he walked out the room, before running off sadly.

“Why could he not be a girl instead? He’d be a better bimbo than himbo.” Marina said.

“Yeah, and we all know how much you’d love that.” Esther said. She walked over to Alex.

“Hey thanks for that. Alex right?.” She asked.

He nodded. This was one of the few times he got her up close. Her dyed blue-cyan gradient hair went down to her shoulders. She was wearing a neon yellow shirt, with a white jacket over it. Her blue leggings and cyan shoes complemented her legs and he could help but notice how thick they were.

Why must my mind go there? He thought to himself.

“Umm Yeah. Sorry you have to deal with him, Esther.” He says.

“That’s alright. It was really nice of you to do that for me.” She asked

“Oh, don’t mention it. I just hate it whenever guys do that.” He said moving towards the door where they were. “I know right!? They think they’re super cool, but they come off really lame.” She laughed, “You know, given your build I’m surprised that they didn't try to make you one of them.”

He seemed to shrink down at that comment.

“Oh no, I don’t really fit in with other guys. Never really have.” He said meekly.

“Oh sorry, I didn't mean anything by it.” She apologized.

“No, it's fine. Look, I gotta go catch my bus. See ya.” He said as he ran off.

Esther was left there a bit stunned.

“Esther! Did you see what I saw?” Marina asked, her eyes softly glowing with hints of pink and blue.

“Yeah, I did.” She replied with the same glow in her eyes.

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As he got off the bus, and walked inside he noticed that his parents were still out town for work. He went to the kitchen, and put some pizza bites in the microwave. When they were done he took them up to his room. In his room, he sat on his bed and played a game, one of his favorite RPG’s. As he loaded up the game, his character spawned in.

He thought about his interaction with Esther. Why was he always awkward around her and other girls? While he sure he did like Esther most of the others he didn’t yet he still felt odd around them. He looked at his character, a cute tech girl he made in the game, and then around his room at all of his figures of anime girls. He flopped back onto his bed feeling bad for having the figures as felt was just being a weirdo.

I should get rid of those figures, they’re kind of weird to own. Tho they’re very cute, and I feel… Happy when looking at them? Ugh… What's wrong with me? He thought.

He didn’t know why he felt like this, but it happened almost everyday. He decided to head to bed early for the day. He hoped that maybe tomorrow, life would change. Little did she know, she would get her wish.

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This story was requested by the lovely @mistresskabooms. I hope you enjoy this little set up, cuz it going to get a bit longer from here. And yes I know valentine's day was a while ago I still wanted to write something leave me alone.

#tg #transgender #mtf trans #tgtf #lesbian #trans lesbian #hey trans girls can have anime waifus too

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lilcatdraws · 6 months

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Moving In

Ledger!Joker x Harley (what I think she'd be like in the Nolanverse)

Word Count: 1116

Warnings: Some swearing and violence

Summary: After Harleen is attacked and injured in the alleyway, J invites her to stay in his hideout. Chapter 2 of this series. Chapter 1 here.

Author's Note: I wanted to get some writing done over these few days off since December is gonna be so busy lmao. Anyway as always enjoy! 💕

Harleen was getting more familiar with the man. They saw each other almost every night and talked for hours. It was like they had known each other their whole lives and not just a few weeks. He also brought her food and various things she needed. Harleen appreciated the gesture but she didn’t understand why he was being so kind to her. More days passed and he still kept coming.

This time, it was getting really late and she guessed Joker was probably staying out because of a “job” or something. So Harleen buried herself under her blankets and tried to sleep on the hard concrete. Some time passed and she still couldn’t sleep.

Suddenly she heard voices echoing down the alleyway. She tensed and tried to remain perfectly still.

“There ain’t nothing out here! It’s the emptiest part of town!” One voice shouted.

“You know how many bums live around here? They probably got at least a little cash on them. It’ll be just enough to get a fix. Look over there. There’s one.” Another voice said.

Harleen heard footsteps coming towards her. A pair of hands ripped the blankets off of her. She gasped. A group of three men stood over her.

“Would ya look at this beauty, boys! We found something better than cash.” One man told the others.

“Yeah. Let’s get her.”

The men charged towards her. Harleen grabbed the knife that Joker had given her.

“Get away from me!” She shouted.

The men just laughed at her. They took out their knives and lunged. Harleen ducked. One man’s knife grazed her leg. She winced and tried to crawl away. She got about halfway down the alley but one of the men grabbed her leg. She tried to kick him off but it was no use.

Suddenly she heard one of them scream. She looked up and saw Joker kicking the hell out of them. He bashed them into the wall, punched them repeatedly, knocked their teeth out. Harleen thought for sure he’d kill them. He probably did because they were lying on the ground and not moving.

Joker walked over to Harleen and offered her a hand up. She took it and stood up on her wobbly, weak legs. Joker put his arm around her to keep her from falling.

“You, uh, okay?” He asked.

“Yeah. My leg is a little injured but I’ll be fine.”

“It’s not safe for ya out here. Come stay with me at my place. I don’t mind.”

Harleen considered the offer for a moment. She knew she shouldn’t. She would be staying in an extremely dangerous criminal’s hideout. There was no telling what could happen to her. But he had been very kind to her and he did rescue her twice. Besides, as much as she hated to admit it, she was starting to grow very fond of him.

Oh, what the hell? I don’t have anything to lose anyway. So what if he kills me?

“Uh, sure. I’d love to. Thank you.” Harleen told him.

“It’s nothing. You’re gonna have trouble getting up the stairs. Here...”

Joker picked her up and carried her in his arms. Harleen was startled.

“Uh, okay.” She muttered as Joker started up the stairs on the side of the building.

He got to his floor and set Harleen down for a moment. He pried open the window as far as it would go and crawled through. Harleen followed him. He shut the window behind them.

Joker helped her up and led her through the apartment. It was dark, messy, and looked like it hadn’t been cleaned properly in a long time. He sat Harleen down on the grungy, tattered looking couch and cleared away some drawn on newspapers and stuff from the coffee table.

“Sorry ‘bout the mess. I don’t usually get, uh, visitors.” He offered a small apology.

Joker grabbed a box from a table across the room and sat down on the couch beside Harleen. He opened the box and inside were medical supplies.

“I gotta treat your leg, otherwise it’ll get infected. Ya don’t want that. It can get, uh, pretty nasty.” Joker told her.

Harleen nodded. She rolled up her pants and let him stitch her up. He was quick yet gentle at the same time. When he finished you could barely tell there was a wound.

“How’d you learn how to do that?” Harleen asked him.

“I’ve had lots of practice.” Joker replied as he put away the medical stuff.

Harleen pulled her knees up to her chest and looked around the apartment. Behind the living area was an open kitchen that had dishes, pots, and pans scattered everywhere. Across the room to her right was a bed that wasn’t made and pushed into a corner. She noticed there weren’t any rooms in this place except one in the other corner that she guessed was a bathroom.

“Where do ya wanna sleep? I got a bed and a couch.” Joker asked.

“The couch is fine.” Harleen responded.

She was not about to sleep in someone else’s bed. This was already weird enough.

“Why are there no rooms here?”

“I tore the walls down cause I needed the space and I like seeing what’s going on around me. If I slept in a bedroom, I couldn’t see if someone broke in. I sleep with a knife under my pillow just in case that happens. It's much more reliable than a gun because see, a knife can't jam or run out of ammo or fail on me like a gun could.”

“Oh. That makes sense I guess.” Harleen muttered uncomfortably.

Joker yawned. “I’m tired so I’m goin’ to bed. You can do whatever you want. Just don’t touch anything cause I do have weapons and stuff here.”

Harleen nodded.

Joker slid out of his dress shoes, purple coat, green vest, and tie, leaving them on the floor. He crawled into bed, still wearing his dress shirt, pants, checkered socks, and of course his makeup. Harleen wished he’d wash it off so she could see his gorgeous face again. The first night they met was the only time she’d ever seen him without it.

“G’night.” He said.

“Goodnight Joker.” Harleen said back. It felt weird calling him that.

“Call me J.” He mumbled before drifting off.

J. Harleen liked that a lot better. She guessed he must’ve been really tired because she’d read in his patient file before that he had trouble sleeping. It made sense. With his racing mind, it probably seemed impossible to get some rest.

Harleen laid down on the couch, propping her leg up on a pillow. She rested her head on another pillow and covered up with her jacket. She closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.

#ledger joker x harley #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #ledger joker #the dark knight #nolanverse #not my image #lilcat writes #cross posted on ao3

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She's like the wind Series- Part One

so i doubt it but some of you might have seen this story on my other account but i kinda gave up on it till now. I have decided to finish the series as i have so many good ideas for it! I have rewritten it slightly from my other account but I had only posted the first two chapters so i hope you enjoy and hopefully i will be updating this every week. This will also be leading on to include characters like Eddie.

Set in the time zone of season 2

Summary- Dylan Fields turns up in Hawkins one cold day in October and turns everything Upside down. She turns out to be the one thing Billy Hargrove can't quit. She has a hold on him that he can't describe with her bad attitude and cock smirk.

Warning- Sexual references, swearing, violence and abuse.

The engine of the burgundy Mustang roared as it blurred past Billy, cutting him off just before he reached the turn in for the school parking lot. Slamming his hand on his steering wheel, the horn echoed through the rainy morning streets of Hawkins. Max’s eye watched wide as they turned into the parking lot and Billy settled the car into a spot not far from whoever it was that had dared to pull a move like that on Billy Hargrove.

Max jumped out and skated off instantly, leaving Billy to climb out of the camero, slamming the door and muttering threats under his breath. His boots landed heavily on the wet concrete as he approached the opening door of the mustang.

‘Hey asshole, cut me off like that again and I shove that heap of shit you drive so far up your…’

Billy cut himself off stunned at what appeared in front of him. First a boot, then a leg that seemed to go for miles. Long blonde her that settled upon a full chest, defined jaw, thick pouty lips and the greenest eyes he’d ever seen. She was…beautiful. The blue washed jeans she wore hugged the curve of her bum perfectly. The black belly top revealed just the right amount of skin on her stomach, although the large flannel top and thick cardigan over blocked out the cold. She looked him up and down slowly before a small smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.

‘You were gonna shove it where?’ She questioned playfully.

Billy’s mouth opened slightly as he watched her lean into the back seat of her car and pull out a tattered leather backpack. He stuttered slightly when her eyes returned to him after she shut the door to her car and stepped forward slightly.

‘I’m sorry for overtaking you back there I just didn’t think your… wow I can’t even bring myself to call It a car’ she said with distaste as she looked towards his precious car.

‘I…er…wha’

He was awestruck, he never got lost for words when it came to a broad. There was just something about her. Even the little giggle that fell from her mouth made his knees week.

‘Come find me when you can finish that sentence’ she grinned, flashing those pearly whites.

He watched as she turned on her heel and walked towards the school building. Those hip swinging had him in a trance. The noise of a door slamming brought him back to reality, people were staring at him. He looked around and they all avoided his gaze and pretended to be interested in something else. He felt slightly breathless, no girl had ever got him feeling like this, not even when he was on top of them or when he got that rush of making any girl he wanted melt with a smile.

‘What just happened?’ Dustin asked as he held open the passenger side door of Steve’s car. Eyes fixed on the new king of Hawkins, along with everyone else.

‘Dylan just happened’ Steve huffed as he slammed his door shut.

Steve wanted desperately to enjoy the scene he had just watched, and he would have if it were any other girl. Dylan was his cousin, not one he saw often but that changed when she arrived one evening last week. She had been shipped off by her mother, out of their hometown just outside Atlanta. Her reckless behavior had become too much for her mother to handle so it was down to his parents to straighten her out. She had taken quite the moral fall after her father had suddenly passed away earlier in the year. Maybe she blamed her mother or maybe she just didn’t know how to handle grief properly but apparently moving her to Hawkins was supposed to stop her partying all the time and to get her grades back up. Clearly his aunt didn’t know that this town had Billy Hargrove.

The morning had moved extremely slowly as Dylan sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair outside reception for what must be the third hour now. She had signed all the forms and she had her class schedule but for some reason she was still sat here. This school had to be the dingiest thing she had ever seen. Not that her school back home was much different, this one had a damp, lonely vibe to it.

‘It’s lunch now hun so if you wanna come back in an hour I’m sure the principle will be ready for you then’ the receptionist smiled through the partition of the office.

Rolling her eyes, Dylan grabbed her bag and walked out the double doors to her right. Returning to her car, slamming the door behind her. Throwing her bag into the passenger seat Dylan started the car and let the radio come to life. Def Leopard flowed out of the speakers softly. Lighting up a cigarette Dylan sat back into her seat and watched people begin to emerge from the school building.

This was going to be hell. No one ever liked being the new student, yet her she was. Not only being new, she was also the cousin of, supposedly, one of the most popular guys in this dump. Dylan was torn, she could either tear this town a new one, leaving it in her dust after graduation. Or she could actually do what she was sent her for. To keep her head down, improve her grades and make a start on building a future for herself. She could get herself out of this shithole, away from her mom. She could take her younger brother Henry, get a decent job in a town far away and it would just be the two of them. But that was only if she graduated. She hated that she had left him there alone with her. Dylan knew she had changed a lot since her dad had died but so had her mom. She has started drinking more, passing out on the couch by the time they got home from school.

Taking a deep breath, she blinked back the ears that were starting to surface. She knew Henry was a smart kid and knew how to use the phone if he needed her, plus their neighbor knew how their mother got sometimes so she knew he would never go hungry. She took another drag and let the smoke flow from her mouth, slowly filling her car. She watched students walk past her car, some girls with arms linked, gossiping. Young couples holding hands, giving each other doe eyes.

Dylan sat forward quickly as the doors swung open and out he came. Jeans nice and tight as he walked in front of her car towards his own. He was a perk of this shitty little town, big broad shoulder and long hair. He was her dream guy. Maybe she could have some fun while she was here.

Next to walk out was her cousin and who she could only assume was the famous Nancy Wheeler. Her aunt had not shut up about the lovely young lady that Steve had managed to catch himself, as if it was supposed to shame her into instantly changing her attitude. She hated her already with her hair tied all neat and her corduroy pants clinging to her perfectly slim body. She thought Steve was meant to be the bad boy of Hawkins, but he was walking round with this prude hanging off his arm. Dylan rolled her eyes at the unmatched couple and went back to watching people walk in and out the school doors until the bell rang signaling the end of the lunch hour.

Dylan suffered through an afternoon of standing up in front of each class introducing herself. Every eye watched her as she took her seat and some lingered for a little too long. Only turning away when she shot them a glare. The hallways were full of stares and whispered as she walked down them, some people stepping out of her way, others walking right in front of her. In the space of three days no one walked in front of her, they all clung to the walls as she walked through them. Many different rumors had flown spread like wildfire. One she heard was in a demonic cult and had been sent to try and recruit teenagers. Another was that she was in an arranged marriage with Steve behind Nancy’s back and that’s why she was living with him.

Ignoring all their whispers, Dylan stopped in front of her locker. She swung the door open and offloaded her books into it. She stopped searching her bag when she felt a presence next to her. She lifted her head before shutting the door to her locker and looking to her right. A head full of brunette curls came into view.

‘Can I help you?’ she mumbled as she watched Carols jaw swing while chewing open mouthed on some gum.

‘I’m Carol, Tommy H’s girlfriend. I thought it was about time we became friends’ She grinned in a snarl type of way.

Dylan didn’t know how to react; she was taken back. She’d never met this girl, the only time she had even heard her name was when she had overheard someone talking about how her and Tommy had been caught getting hot and heavy in the janitors closet.

‘Erm…thanks but…I’m okay’

‘Excuse me?!’

Carols eye widened a little as she looked stunned. Neither of them had noticed Tommy H or Billy approach them.

‘Hey baby, everything okay?’

Tommy’s grin split over his freckled face as he swung his arm over Carols shoulders, her pink pearl earring peeking out through her curls. Billy leant against the lockers a few feet behind Dylan, scanning over her body and taking in the way her jeans hung off her hips so gently, god what he’d do to watch them slide off her.

‘Yeah I was just speaking to erm… sorry what was your name?’ Carol smirked, feeling as though she had won a small victory.

‘Dylan’ She smiled before turning to walk away, only to walk straight into the broad chest of Billy Hargrove.

‘Hey’ he smirked down at her.

Dylan looked over his chest, over the muscles building through the blue t shirt he had on. She eventually reached his face, that beautiful face, skin like liquid. A few golden curls framing his face making his jaw line look so much sharper. His blue eyes sparkling as he looked straight back into hers. Dylan composed herself and let a cocky smile play on her face, despite the fact she felt as though her legs could collapse beneath her.

‘Sorry’ she said playfully before attempting to take a step to move around him.

Before her foot could hit the ground, Billy placed a hand on her side and pushed her back in from of her. Putting a hand flat on his chest, Dylan stopped him from pulling her flush against him.

‘Where are you going so fast?’

‘…home’ she replied bluntly.

‘Oh well I thought that maybe we could go and get to know each other a little better, you know maybe go get a milkshake or go on a drive or something’ Billy grinned as he moved his hand up to play with a strand of her hair that hung over her shoulder onto her chest.

Her scent filled his nose as he moved the hair out of her face. Vanilla and a slight hint of lavender, he wanted to inhale it so deeply. He returned his hand to her back and pressed her against him a little more, loving the feeling of her breasts squash against his gently. Dylan looked down at their chests meeting and chuckled before looking back up at him.

‘Listen…I’m sure you’re a real gentleman but number one, I will be burnt at the stake before I am seen getting into that heap of shit you call a car’

‘that can be arranged’ Carol mumbled under her breath.

‘And number two, I’m not some Hawkins girl who is gonna drop their little cotton panties because you smiled at them. I’m not that desperate for a bit of cock’

Dylan patted Billy on the chest lightly before moving out of his grip and walking down the hall and around the corner.

‘What a bitch’ Carol spat, and she scowled after her.

Billy had turned to watch her walk away from him; she had just rejected him like no one had ever before. It only made his want her more, just imagine is she had that fire in the bedroom.

‘What the fuck are you looking at’ Tommy yelled at the students that were staring at Billy. Billy looked around a little before storming away and around the corner after her. He wasn’t done with her yet; who did she think she was?! Making a show of him, the king of Hawkins, in front of everyone. He ripped the door open and stomped out into the car park, eyes scanning for her madly. He found her as her car tore out of the car park, she was going to be a challenge.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargove x reader #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington #dacre montgomery #eddie munson

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