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My Cousin Is A Little Intense: Jordan Mahkent (Icicle) X Male Reader
This one's got a little lime in it
Yes I still use the citrus scale, it's in my name
Most people would run away, maybe get a restraining order, when their boyfriend tells them they’re a supervillain that wants to form a supervillain team to recreate America in their own image.
Not you.
You responded with the classic, ‘oh, my cousin’s a supervillain, maybe you know him.’
“What kind of name is Sportsmaster?”
“Jordan, you call yourself Icicle because you have ice powers. You don’t have room to talk.”
“Is this cousin of yours just really good at sports?”
You take a deep breath and lean back into the couch. You were supposed to be having a movie night, but Jordan’s big reveal apparently couldn’t wait. He’s sitting up, as if this is an important conversation.
“‘Good at sports’ is an understatement with him.”
“How so?”
“My cousin is a little intense.”
Jordan insists on meeting him.
You track him down. To no one’s surprise he’s in a town with a decent sports complex and seems to spend most of his time there.
Larry apparently chose baseball as the day’s focus. When you and Jordan approach he’s flawlessly catching the balls shooting from the automatic machine and perfectly throwing back into the top.
“Lawrence,” you call.
He glances over and a grin forms on his face. He effortlessly throws the ball in his hand to hit the off switch on the machine before turning to you with his arms wide.
You raise a hand to stop him, “I’m not hugging you, you’re sweaty.”
“Am I?” He raises an arm and sniffs, “huh, guess it’s a little hotter than I’m used to.”
“Larry, this is Jordan.” You nod between them.
Larry puts out a hand for Jordan to shake, he does.
“Woah, a little cold there, man.”
Jordan smirks and nods, “I run cool.”
“Understatement of the year.” You mutter.
“So, what can I do for my dear cousin?” Larry asks as he finally pulls his mit off his other hand.
“You know your night job?” You prod.
Larry quirks his head and lets a smile spread back on his face, “what did you have in mind?”
It’s a straight deal from there. Jordan’s plan piqued Larry’s interest and things only got bigger from there. The ISA grew. Larry had the idea of you being a safe keeper. Someone no one will know about, someone that knows all of the secrets. Jordan only agreed when he learned you had some similar skills to your cousin, just not quite as sporty.
Now Jordan keeps you up to date on everything you miss. You attend meetings and review footage from missions, but it’s Jordan’s plans that you really keep safe. The Gambler helps you with the cyber security you need, but you use outside sources to keep Jordan’s deep secrets safe from even his teammates.
These secrets take a lot of your time. With all of the things coming together and Starman and his JSA to worry about, you find yourself missing Jordan. His cool touch, his calculating words, the nice under-the-covers cool he provides during hot summer nights.
You’ve long dozed off at your desk, journals strung all around you and pens having rolled to every nook and cranny, never to be found again. There’s a shiver that stirs you, but you fall back into sleep. It’s the light, cool touch on the back of your neck that fully wakes you. Jordan’s hand resting on your skin, slowly moving up into your hair when he notices you’re awake.
He leans down to whisper in your ear, “miss me?”
You try to lift your head, but Jordan holds you where you are.
“I did.”
“So you’ve been a good boy?”
“I have.”
His hand leaves your head and he reaches down to snake it under your shirt. The cold contact makes a shiver run through your body that makes Jordan smirk.
He leans in close, lips hovering over yours, “I missed you too.”
You close the gap and press your lips to his, briefly feeling a light covering of ice spread to you before it melts from the heat Jordan makes spread through your body.
Jordan puts his hand behind your head to tilt it back and push further into the kiss. His other freezing hand fits nicely on your cheek. The shiver runs through your body again, but it’s quickly replaced with the warm wave that fills you when Jordan fixes his knee between your legs and presses it against your cock.
Before you can even think to place your hands on him, the back door swings open and slams into the wall. Jordan pauses, separating ever so slightly, and looks at the figure in the door with nothing less than utter annoyance. His hands drop and you turn around to see who has him this annoyed.
“How’s my favorite cousin?” Larry stands in the doorway with a six pack of Gatorade and a spare football jersey in his hands.
“I thought Lisa was your favorite?” You raise an eyebrow in question.
You feel Jordan leave, his cool presence gone from the room.
“Okay, yeah, Lisa’s got a great free throw record though. You’re my favorite guy cousin, I promise.” Larry grins at you and gestures with the jersey in his hand. “Wanna hang?”
“I can’t say no, can I?”
“Not really, no.”
Larry wastes no time in throwing the Jersey at you, shoving the Gatorade into the fridge and turning on the Monday night game. You hold up the jersey to look at the team.
“I think my side of the family would kill me if I put this on.”
“I know,” Larry laughs, “come to the dark side.”
“No pictures.”
“No pictures.” He confirms.
You put the jersey over your shirt, much to Larry’s joy. He pats the seat next to him, then turns to yell at the screen.
Jordan lurks in the hallway to meet your eyes and nods to the bedroom, holding up a piece of paper saying ‘You have one hour.’ You nod and give your boyfriend a smile before he retreats to your bedroom.
One hour of Larry’s yelling, then you can pick up where you left off.
#jordan mahkent#jordan mahkent x reader#jordan mahkent x male reader#stargirl x reader#stargirl#icicle#icicle x reader#icicle x male reader#lime#sportsmaster#larry crock#x reader#x male reader
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Rick: “Who says you get to be in charge of the JSA?”
Cameron: “Yeah, and why should we listen to you?”
Y/N: “Because I’m the son of a wondrous woman, and can kick both your asses while I sharpen my sword without getting up.”
#rick tyler#hourman#x male reader#male reader insert#male x male#Rick Tyler x male reader#cameron mahkent#Cameron mahkent x male reader#Rick Tyler x Cameron mahkent#male wonder man#dceu movies#stargirl#cw stargirl#Hourman x male reader#icicle#icicle jr#icicle jr x male reader
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ayaka (genshin) soft sex in a cabin? like we have a cute romantic getaway to a skiing resort or something and there’s a heavy snowstorm and while we cuddle in our room to wait the storm out it quickly escalates into something else <3
(gn reader if possible please! male reader is fine too if you wanna write that)
Pairings: Ayaka Kamisato x reader
Warnings: GN!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Ayaka, fluffy sex, eating out, reader penetrates Ayaka but no specific parts are mentioned
Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot
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“Sorry, babe. I don't think we're getting out there any time soon.” You shouted across the chilly cabin that you were currently trapped inside of. Today was originally going to be the ideal day for skiing, but the weather report changed; warning the resort of an incoming blizzard and advising the residents to take shelter as a precaution
“It's still blocking the door and it's only getting worse...” You sighed, closing the curtain on the front door and retreating back to the fireplace. Ayaka sat curled up in her ski gear and a soft quilt, frowning at the bad news
“That's unfortunate... We were so looking forward to today. We even made sure to wake up extra early...” She lamented. “Well, at least we're stuck here together, right?”
You reached over to hold one of Ayaka's hands, absentmindedly playing with her chilly digits in front of the crackling fire. “That's true. Sure it's disappointing, but we can find something else to do. Together!”
Ayaka's soft smile melted your heart. The warm glow from the fire made her look like a goddess; even in her pink goggles and blue n' white ski suit. Who says a goddess can't wear a puffy ski suit anyways?
Gazing at your girlfriend like this, you thought of all the things you'd like to do with her instead of sliding down a snowy mountain. Several ideas came to mind; there were a few board games and card games stashed away in your cabin. Or, providing that the storm didn't knock out the power, you could watch some movies for a while. Or maybe...
“Hey, I have an idea.” Ayaka turned to look at you, quizzically humming. The fire behind your eyes rivaled the flames preventing the two of you from turning into icicles at this moment. Ayaka yelped as you swiftly stood up and scooped her off of the couch, tossing the quilt onto the floor and spreading it around with your feet before placing your flailing girlfriend down on top
“H-hey! Y/n what are we—?” She giggled while you playfully pinned her wrists above her head, smiling a devious smile. Lips suddenly crashed into hers, warm but a bit chapped from the weather
“Ya taste lovely, angel~” You whispered against Ayaka's lips. She melted into the kiss rather quickly, giving up any resistance and relaxing against the comfy layer you placed underneath her. Soon enough, your hands wandered down to undo her zipper, removing the many layers that were going to protect her from the harsh temperature. She let you — even helping you take off her shirts. When you removed your own layers Ayaka couldn't stop herself from admiring your body. Biting her red bottom lip as you flexed just for her
“You're cute when you stare. All shameless like this.” You snickered when Ayaka turned away, blushing in embarrassment and covering her face with her hands. “Aw, c'mon cutie,” you leaned down until your lips brushed against her ear, “don't shy away now. It's just getting good~ ”
Reluctantly, your girlfriend moved her hands back to resting next to her head, only to find you down near her thighs — sucking on the supple flesh. Ayaka's squeaks filled the living room as you trailed your kisses and bites inward. “Hm, let's get these out of the way. There we go~” Her underwear were quickly discarded, allowing you all of the room you needed to devour her with your warm mouth
Not only did Ayaka look like a goddess, she tasted like one too. Her mouth fell open in silent gasps while you lapped at her cunt, using the flat of your tongue first. Suddenly, it wasn't so cold inside anymore — things were heating up quite nicely
Your girlfriend's precious moans spurred you on, pushing your tongue in a little deeper, sucking on her a little stronger, using your fingers to spread her open and dip inside while you suck on her thighs again. “Y'ready for me, angel?” You mumbled against her skin
“Mm-hmm~” Came Ayaka's soft voice. Her back arched so prettily when you penetrated her pussy; bringing her hands to your hips and forcing you in some more. Slow and deep — you set the pace somewhat softly, in no rush to be anywhere else than right here with your lover. Cherishing her lovely moans and gasps as you bring her closer and closer to an orgasm. Ayaka's arms wrap around your neck as you bend down to kiss her again, hungry for more of her against your body
You hold her so close, sharing body heat as you tightly embrace her squirming body. Ayaka loses herself soon, rubbing her clit and pushing her hips down until a strong orgasm has stars filling the corners of her vision
“Aah-! Cum-ming—!! ” She cries out, throwing her head back then relaxing a few seconds after. Breathing heavily while you brush some stray hair out of her eyes, smiling down as you take in the sight of her
After more gentle kisses trailed down to Ayaka's pretty chest, you begin thrusting again, drawing another symphony of noises out of your partner until she cums for a second time
#my writing#genshin impact smut#genshin smut#genshin x reader#genshin impact#ayaka kamisato#ayaka smut#ayaka x reader#sub ayaka#gn reader#gender neutral reader#dom reader#top reader#winter specials ❄️#oneshot#requested#genshin x you#ayaka x you
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one piece masterlist ౨ৎ
[ keep safe series ] // ongoing, romantic undertones, slow burn, future angst, comedic
-> "it's beautiful, how this deep normality settles down over me. i'm not bored or unhappy. i'm still so strange and wild. you're in the wind, i'm in the water. nobody's son, nobody's daughter." or, joining the strawhat pirates as luffy's childhood friend allows you to make memorie with people who started as strangers, but then became your loved ones.
playlist
๑ prologue
๑ the cursed orphan enters 彡 alabasta arc begins
๑ [name] joins the strawhats
๑ just a friendly competition...right?
๑ heartfelt conversations with a chef
๑ coffee beans
๑ i'm gonna freeze my balls off
๑ i'm gonna freeze my balls off, pt. 2
๑ crimson red icicles
๑ luffy's innate instincts (a hum of the heart)
๑ new crewmate, tony tony chopper
๑ his hand on his ankle
๑ don't you know? "lover" outweights "boyfriend"
๑ i'll kill you, i'll really kill you
๑ "together in chaos."
๑ zoro being annoyed at his captain and [name]
๑ mr. prince and mr. executioner
๑ the dogs are hounding on [name]
๑ wings that made [name] fly
๑ see you later, vivi!
❔[NAME] WIKI - ALABASTA ARC ENDS
๑ more in common than you'd think 彡 skypiea arc begins
๑ robin and [name] make a good team!
๑ we made it!
๑ [name] wants to adopt suu!
๑ that god guy thing
๑ strawhat adventure team, go!
๑ chopper's crown
๑ put a face to the name
๑ mummified [name]
-> frequently used tags:
#≡;- ꒰ ° keep safe series ꒱
#ks
#one piece fanfic
#one piece fanfiction
DOMESTICITY series // based off of keep safe characters/relationships, but can be read as standalone one shots
ꔛ sanji's special dessert -> he prepares a dessert only for you since he knows your likes and dislikes
ꔛ a shared interest among swordsmen -> rare moments of peace and quiet with zoro
ꔛ nami is working, don't interrupt -> she doesn't mind the company, especially if you're peeling her tangerines
ꔛ usopp and [name]'s conversation -> heart to heart
one piece [ smau ] // social media au
ପ strawhats misc. edition
ପ dating luffy edition
ପ dating nami edition
ପ dating sanji edition
ପ strawhat vacation edition
ପ dating zoro edition
ପ dating usopp edition
ପ dating vivi edition
ପ married to law edition
ପ married to franky edition
ପ married to robin edition
ପ dating eustass kid edition
ପ married to doflamingo edition
ପ dating ace edition
ପ married to marco edition
ପ dating sabo edition
-> frequently used tags:
#≡;- ꒰ ° smau series ꒱
#one piece smau
#one piece modern au
[ yandere ]
જ yandere zoro headcanons
જ yandere sanji headcanons
જ soft yandere luffy
જ yandere luffy
-> frequently used tags:
#≡;- ꒰ ° yandere series ꒱
#≡;- ꒰ ° yandere headcanons ꒱
[ drabbles // one shots // headcanons ]
ꔛ playlist : tender by blur [ luffy x male reader ] // based off of keep safe characters, but can read as a standalone one shot. small hints of yandere luffy. // snippet of pt.2
-> tender is the night, lying by your side. tender is the touch of someone that you love too much. tender is my heart. i'm screwing up my life. lord i need someone to who can heal my mind, or luffy and reader reminisce about their childhood memories while cuddling in merry's crow's nest.
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SUGAR DADDY series
ꔛ in a world of boys, he's a gentleman, nami x SD male reader
ꔛ pass the test, nami x SD male reader, the one where he meets nami's friends
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ꔛ shanks being your doting boyfriend
ꔛ random sanji headcanons
ꔛ sanji has a crush on you ♡︎
ꔛ halloween with the strawhats [platonic]
ꔛ a day in the life as a strawhat [platonic]
ꔛ rockstar ! tragalar law headcanons
ꔛ me psychoanalyzing sanji x male reader
ꔛ random individual headcanons ; includes, law, luffy and zoro
ꔛ the type of man . . .
#jaime's navigation#navigation#masterlist#jaime's masterlist#the masterlist#one piece masterlist#shoutout doing some organizing#idk what else to tag this so imma leave it at that#omg i also love how LISTS LOOK so this is literally my favorite ever#like look how much ive written#ugh cant wait to make this grow some more#shoutouts me
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One Piece Marinefold arc Whitebeard Pirates x Tengen Uzui!Reader and they are a divison Commander. And Hella strong. You can do male or female Tengen, just thought this would be fun.
-The moment the ship hit land, you leapt off, holding your chained weapon together, a bright grin on your face as the marines shouted to attack and you beamed, “It’s time to get flashy!!”
-You charged in, leading the Whitebeard Pirates into battle, focused on your target, Ace, who was up on the scaffolding, his execution imminent.
-You were one of the fastest members of Whitebeard’s crew, and pairing it with your raw strength and skills, it was no wonder that you were a commander, and one of the most feared, mainly because by the time someone saw you, you had already cut them down.
-Despite knowing the only mission was to rescue Ace, you were intent on taking out as many marines as possible for what they did to Ace, and if you ever saw Blackbeard, you weren’t going to hesitate.
-Whitebeard knew that you were going to do what you wanted, and he didn’t care, as he trusted you, he trusted your judgement and he knew that you would help the rescue mission succeed, no matter what, as that was the type of person you were, willing to do whatever it took.
-Vista shouted after you, “Leave some for the rest of us!” you just laughed, looking over your shoulder, “Then catch up!” You were such a little shit sometimes as many of the marines around were trying to attack, angered by your disrespect.
-However, if they wanted you to be more respectful, then perhaps they should do something worth respecting and be able to last more than a second or two in combat with you.
-When Ace’s little brother, that little flashy upstart, Luffy, arrived on scene, you couldn’t help but grin broadly, seeing what he had done, breaking out of Impel Down, rallying the other inmates, just to save Ace.
-You knew that you had to help Luffy, and you were quick to dash towards him, picking him up under one of your arms, “Stay with me little brother!! I’ll get you to Ace!”
-Luffy was initially surprised by you suddenly grabbing him, but you were easily leaping up, avoiding the crowds, charging towards the scaffolding.
-Ace couldn’t help but grin, seeing both you and Luffy there as you dropped Luffy, turning to face the charging marines, “You get Ace free! I got this!!”
-Luffy didn’t know you, but he immediately got to work, getting Ace free, while you slashed at the approaching marines.
-You grinned, seeing one of the admirals charging towards you and you swung your blade, getting into position as you felt heat from behind, signaling Ace was free, “Get to the ship!!”
-You locked up with Kizaru, who was impressed with your skills, able to dodge his Devil Fruit abilities and showing your combat prowess, and you didn’t even have an ability of your own! This was the result of hard work and natural talent.
-When Whitebeard called the retreat, you were one of the few left on the battlefield, still fighting with Kizaru, who had to admit he was smiling as well, he rarely got to go all out like this, and the feeling was mutual.
-Kizaru managed to swipe at you with his icicle blade, slicing up your face, over your eye, blinding you in one eye, but you returned it, kicking him hard in the stomach before sending him flying, leaving him with wounds that his ability couldn’t heal.
-Once back on the ship, many were in awe of you being able to handle an admiral, but Whitebeard just laughed, finding it amusing, calling you ballsy, but you just grinned, “I prefer the term flashy!”
-Laughter filled the ship as Ace was being hugged all around, while Marco was trying to heal your eye, but unfortunately, the eye was useless and you got a flashy eyepatch to wear over it, hiding the scar, as you didn’t want to scare the beautiful ladies one you all got to safety~~
-Luffy and Ace both hugged you, thanking you for your assistance and you couldn’t help but laugh warmly, finding their thanks amusing, as you felt like it wasn’t worth thanking, as you knew that you were going to get Ace back.
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𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)
PART 7
PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6
Taglist : -
@rebeccawinters , @nayukiyukihira , @pix-stuff , @fluffy-koalala , @swivy123 , @starxao , @kaoyamamegami , @kimura-uzuri , @rsvye , @seikouryuu , @just-here-reading , @matsulovesyou, @sincerely-aaronette , @prettyliliy, @chibiduck
To anon who posted about reader being injured from battle, i'm sorry but you'll have to wait a little longer until i find out what the heck is going on with my tumblr.
Authour's note :
And i'm really sorry for being gone for quite a long time. I was feeling under the weather and i had a lot of things on my plate recently ! But now that i'm okay now, i'm bringing you a new chapter !!
I MEAN, HAVE YALL SEEN THE NEW KAFKA COMPANION QUEST ?!?!? ITS SO GOOD AND I ONLY SAW SNIPPETS OF IT HELPPPPP
(Obviously there will be a chapter dedicated to the companion mission hheheheheh)
"You are a star that fled home, aren't you...? An outworlder, some would say." a tender feminine voice voiced out.
A masculine hum resounded from behind the female. "Yes. That's right." he said, his coarse and calloused hands caressing her beautiful soft hair with a resin comb in his hands.
"Do you suppose I would've had a different name should I be born in your homeland ?" the innocent female voice asked back, the horned lady turned around to meet tender red eyes.
"I suppose that may be the case. But why change your name ? Dan Jia is a perfectly beautiful name." the male asked back, his hands stopping from running them through those beautiful locks.
"But I suppose...if you want another name, your name would be..."
"(Y/n)..." the tender voice whispered.
And everything warped from her eyes, as if someone had wiped away the drawing of a beautiful scenery before her. And in its place, was a storming day, where left and right was surrounded by lifeless bodies of knights and Mara-struck soldiers.
She ran and ran and ran, gripping a crystal fan tight in her hold. (Y/n) didn't know where she was headed. Her heart was thumping, her head was pounding, but she never stopped running.
She just followed her heart, letting it bring her to wherever she was heading in this dream. It seems that she knew she was supposed to run somewhere, but where...?
No matter...keep running.
And in the distance, was a puff of smoke. It was puffing up in the sky, contaminating the air with its burnt smell, accompanied by the musty smell of rain.
The rain was hindering her sight, but she kept pushing on.
Snippets of pictures came to her mind. Everything was just...happening too fast. She barely remembered anything. It was...so blurry. But she could feel everything.
A body of a man lied lifeless on the ground, being held by another man tenderly in his arms, his back facing her.
Even her current self knew who that was, lying in the embrace of the Imbibator Lunae.
The dragon's fangs bared in her heart the moment she saw the limp body of the one she loved. The one she was about to tie herself to. The one she promised that no matter what, they would be together, for as long as his short life promised them.
The claws dug into her heart, as it teared at her inside out with fury and pain. She had never felt such powerful emotion running through her veins. She had never been this overwhelmed.
She remembered she saw herself swinging her fan. With fury running through her veins, she kept attacking, enemies were being frozen, then broken to the ground like broken glass and sharp icicles.
She couldn't remember much after that. And before long, she was holding the body of her fallen beloved in her arms. And as she still felt the pain in her lower back, it was nothing compared to the searing rage that was bubbling from her chest as it formed tears in her eyes.
"The elixir....it failed, sister." the Imbibator Lunae woefully whispered out. And despite the heavy rain that showered, his voice was as clear as day.
Memories resurfaced in her mind. Dan Jia was looking through the archives with the fallen, and stumbled across a scroll. A scroll of forbidden knowledge. That scroll had indeed gone missing a few days later, and she was heavily penalized for it.
And it all made sense to her.
They had taken it, now knowing its position when the young lady had accidentally pulled it.
"Please Dan Feng ! You must do it. We cant leave him to die ! Not like this ! Please, take my bone marrow !" a familiar female voice sobbed, holding the body close to herself.
"We cant leave him to die. Not when it was our fault to begin with !"
Right. They were both held accountable for what has transpired. This all happened because she showed her lover where it was, although he was forbidden from ever stepping into the archives.
She should've protected the scroll with her life should she known what were the two planning to do today.
The guilt of Dan Jia was so strong, even (Y/n) could feel it, herself crumbling to her knees and sobbing at the memory.
"I..." he whispered. He looked sorrowfully at the body of the man before them, growing lifeless as they spoke. Then he nodded.
"I understand. For you, I shall endure all punishments." Dan Feng replied, daring not to look at his sister who was weeping over the loss of her lover. For it was partially his fault for lending the man two hours to scour through the archives, to search for the remedy of death.
"Please...when I reincarnate, give me this jade pendant. It shall remind me of who I was and who to find..." she said, taking off a single jade pendant from her belt, and handing it to him.
Her memory began to blur even more, static filling her ears, and it was as if she was looking at an old screen...
Dan Feng took the pendant from her. And all she remembered then...was the teal eyes of her brother, the smell of the rain, the grey skies...
And the burning pain that ripped through her back without warning.
And the searing sensation that tore through her chest.
Her body fell, eyes beginning to blur even more.
Dan Feng stood above her, those teal eyes...colder than the ice she could ever dream of conjuring. And in his hand...was a chunk of white bone and a beating heart.
Though she had no power left, no energy left, no will left...
Those sweet words from her brother...wasn't meant for her. But for the lover that rest in between them.
(Y/n) screamed as loudly as she could, though nothing came from her lips.
"(Y/n) !"
(Y/n)'s eyes snapped open, her heart beating like crazy. Her forehead was sweating as her chest heaved up and down.
Warm and concerned honey colored eyes gazed into her own, worry swimming in them as the bearer leaned over her laying body, hands holding her down by her shoulders. Then one of the hands moved and cupped her cheek, taking in how cold she was at the moment.
"J-Jing Yuan..."
"Are you alright...?" the lion quickly interrupted, as he slowly pulled (Y/n)'s hand, letting her sit upright, trying to let her get more oxygen to calm down.
(Y/n)'s head was swimming with horror and realization. What she had just witnessed...was too vivid to be a dream. Too familiar to be a gore fantasia.
Those were her memories. Memories of her past. Before she called herself (Y/n).
"You were screaming in your sleep. I tried to wake you up, and you finally opened your eyes, (Y/n)..." Jing Yuan softly whispered, his hand holding her dainty own as another hand rubbed her back.
"(Y/n)..." the warm voice of her memories called out before the nightmare begun. That deep voice. The voice of the beloved swordsmith.
Her eyes filled themselves with uncontrollable tears, biting down her lip as she relived those horrible...horrible memories.
The man in the alley...and her beloved in her dreams...
Were the same person, had she not realized sooner.
Was that why she had a strong sense of longing...?
(Y/n) bent down, putting her face in her hands as she began to sob. Everything was beginning to feel too much for her. Everything was coming back too fast to her, and she couldn't do anything to stop it.
Jing Yuan was a little surprised at her sudden breakdown. But who was he to complain...? Who was he to say anything when he didn't understand what was going on ? He could only rub her back soothingly as he put his lips close to her ear.
"(Y/n)...what happened...? What did you see...?" he spoke, as (Y/n) nodded, wiping away her tears.
"I saw...everything. Snippets of my past...my death..." (Y/n) said, looking up at Jing Yuan.
"It hurts...it hurts so much...how could...how could he pull out my heart ?"
Her back hurt, but her chest even more. It was as if what she had just seen in her dreams, had just relived that moment.
"(Y/n)...princess..." Jing Yuan softly said, as (Y/n) looked at him with those pained and traumatized (e/c) eyes. With only that description, he knew exactly what she saw.
He raised a hand, and caressed her silky (h/c) hair. He was conflicted, unknowing what to do in this situation, for what he had hoped to avoid for the most came back to her in times where she wasn't ready.
"I...I thought I was punished...?" (Y/n) asked, her hoarse voice scratching through her throat as she talked. Jing Yuan moved his hand to cup her cheek, wiping away those broken crystal tears that ran down (Y/n)'s face without her controlling them.
Jing Yuan didn't know how to explain this. But he thought that it was only right she knew bits and bits of herself. When the time was right, he was sure that he would tell her everything. But now...? The dragon girl before him was bawling her eyes out, having seeing horrific things, feeling them.
"Your punishment...was your unlimited sleep and losing your privilege as a former High Elder for losing the heart. You were gravelly injured when I found you. Even after we returned you to the shell...you never woke up. It was odd, really." Jing Yuan said, his voice soft as to comfort her.
"Honestly we didn't know when you would wake up, since it seems that your power was abruptly taken away from you. Your body couldn't handle it, and you fell into a deep sleep. Even when you hatched after years of resting here, you...were still this size. Though you no longer had the injuries you once sustained, and it seemed that the egg just...healed you." Jing Yuan replied.
"That's enough for now, princess. It's all in the past now. We can talk later in the morning. Can you sleep ?" Jing Yuan kindly asked with a smile.
(Y/n) shook her head, as she gripped the sheets that covered her lower body. She looked like a little child, really. With how she was pouting, trying to recollect herself that everything that happened was just in the past.
Jing Yuan couldn't help but chuckle as he saw (Y/n) like that. He lifted his hand, and pet her hair soothingly. "I know just the thing that might help you."
The general walked down the hallways of his large estate, tenderly holding (Y/n)'s hand. He was still a little tired, and the darkness of the hallway was more than enough to rouse his sleepiness. He was called the dozing general for nothing.
Turning around a corner, he brought her to a room. And as he opened it, it was a large and spacious bedroom. It was tidy, minus the disheveled sheets, the clothes strewn across the ground, and the number of scrolls that littered one small table in the corner of the room. A glaive was set high on the wall, his personal choice of weapon for years he passed through.
It was his personal bedroom.
"Come in, princess." Jing Yuan said, comfortingly, pulling her hand in. As he shut the doors behind him, (Y/n) was standing there, admiring the deco of his room.
"A-are you sure it's alright for me to be here...? Wouldn't anyone be...suspicious...?" (Y/n) timidly asked, her hands together as she looked at her long-time friend behind her.
She regretted, as a furious blush crept up her cheeks by the sight behind her.
She had never realized this before since she was in a state of shock and trauma, but she never really took in the appearance of her friend. He was wearing a loose silk robe with a simple red belt around his waist, tied loosely with a bow by his side. Though it was beautiful, fitting his muscular form perfectly, running over his toned muscles like water, the fact that it was just a loose robe with such little security, meant that his chest was wide open for her to see.
He stood there, with a knowing smirk on his face as (Y/n) was watching him stand there in all his half-naked glory. There wasn't anything for him to hide, rather there was much for him to show. That toned six pack he usually hid behind his attire was there right open for her precious innocent eyes to feast on.
"J-Jing Yuan ! Have some decency !" (Y/n) exclaimed, facing front immediately, a hand over her eyes to cover her from the quite revealing sight she was just exposed to.
Jing Yuan merely let out a hearty laugh, as he got closer to her petite form. His large hand went to her hair, admiring the silky strands that hung from his calloused fingers with a soft gaze in his golden eyes before he leaned in to her ear.
"Not to worry, princess. You shouldn't be ashamed to see something I wasn't meaning to hide~" he purred deeply into her ear, laughing again as he saw her face grow redder by the minute, up to the point where the tips of her ears had turned red.
"No no, I didn't mean to do that." he said, walking away from his flustered companion and walked to the corner of his room, where there were clear sliding doors.
Jing Yuan opened the door, revealing the view of a beautiful and spacious oriental garden, enclosed by the other walls of the estate. It was hard to see, but with the light provided by the moonlight, she could see all the plants and pathways that were manicured and shaped to form this traditional art. Small lion statues were placed around, along with little bridges that crossed over small streams.
"Mimi~!" Jing Yuan called out from his door. (Y/n) was on the floor, seated on the matted floorings of Jing Yuan's room, admiring the garden before her. That was before her (e/c) eyes were met with shining sapphire eyes with slits.
"A...lion...?" (Y/n) asked, eyes blown wide by the majestic creature that appeared before her. Jing Yuan laughed as the beast came to the wood platform, moving aside to let her in.
The lion, of Mimi as Jing Yuan called, pranced right in, as it was a norm for her to appear in her master's room. She looked curiously at the woman who sat close to her master's feet, slowly approaching the woman in a curious way.
"Hold your hand out to her like you would a kitten, (Y/n). Don't worry, Mimi never bites." Jing Yuan said, smiling warmly at the interaction between his companion and the beautiful dragon lady.
So (Y/n) did as she was told, holding her hand out to the majestic creature. Mimi tilted her head slightly as she approached the woman that had no fear towards her, her muzzled close to the small hand. It was so small, it was smaller than Mimi's face.
Mimi took one sniff with her black nose before she pounced on the dragon lady. (Y/n) yelped loudly as the lion leapt on her, her tail whipping in the air affectionately as she pushed (Y/n) to the ground, purring like a cat.
"It seems that she likes you !" Jing Yuan said heartily, sitting on the ground next to (Y/n) who was laughing and running her hands through Mimi's majestic snow mane. Mimi loved (Y/n) so, rubbing her large face against (Y/n)'s face, like a companion that had long last seen their master.
"I brought you here to play with her, if you couldn't sleep. So, spend the night here. I'm sure no one would mind, knowing who you are." Jing Yuan said, as he stroked Mimi's back.
"Are you sure ?" (Y/n) asked, looking at Jing Yuan from the floor, her beautiful strands of (h/c) hair, disheveled on the floor, shining silver beneath the moonlight like the most precious silks. He picked up a few strands from those beautiful locks gently in his hands, leaning down to kiss them.
"I'm sure. You have nothing to worry about. When your on these grounds, you shall be safe from all harm." Jing Yuan whispered, as (Y/n) began to get distracted when Mimi demanded more attention from her by resting her entire bodyweight on (Y/n).
"I promise you, my princess. So do not worry, and play and laugh to your hearts content. Sleep so soundly and sing so cheerfully, as if you have no other care in this world."
Jing Yuan smiled as he watched his princess laugh so melodiously as she played so carefreely with his feline. He had never seen her smile so freely, so enchantingly as she bathed beneath the pale moonlight.
He would do anything to protect that smile on (Y/n)'s face.
"You look troubled, Bladie. Are you sure seeing her once is enough...?" the voice of a beautiful woman rang through the deserted docks.
The man who was previously looking at the moon turned to look at his companion, who had unexpectedly awakened from her slumber as he stayed up.
"Being able to hug her once...was more than enough for me, Kafka." Blade quietly responded, surprisingly calm even after seeing someone so closely related to his past.
"Are you alright ? No feeling of the Mara stirring up in you ?" the woman asked, as she sat next to her companion who held something in his hands in his lap as he sat crossed legged on the ground.
"Surprisingly, no. Seeing her makes me calm. Honestly, I never thought I'd be able to see her, ever again. Not after how I saw her..." he responded quietly, trailing off as he refused to say it. Then, he unfolded his fingers from their tight grasp. And there, was a pair of beautiful glass earrings.
"If its stirring up again, what are the chances of it calming down once you see her ?" Kafka asked, taking a simple guess as she glanced at her partner in crime.
"She has always been...calm. Jia. In the native language of Xianzhou, it means home." Blade said, looking down at the earrings he once made for a beloved once. He turned up, looking at the moon, the same moon he knew she was sleeping peacefully under.
"And that's what she has always been. My home."
#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail x you#hsr blade x reader#hsr blade#hsr blade x you#hsr x you#hsr jing yuan#hsr jing yuan x reader#hsr jing yuan x you#blade x reader#blade x you#jing yuan x reader#jing yuan x you
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Slippery when wet
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x male reader x Steve Rogers
Summary: Stevie comes home from a long run so you and Nat decide to help him clean up :))
Content Warning: Smut, poly-relationship, voyeurism (just between the 3 of them), shower sex, squirting, blowjob, light chocking, D/S dynamics
A/N: I'm so sorry this took literally a billion years. Thank you @hauntedkittenfun for the wonderfully filthy request <3 I hope you like it!X
Word Count: 2800+
It was a quiet Sunday morning. You were on the couch, legs stretched out resting on the coffee table with a book in your lap. Nat was sitting on the opposite end of the couch with her tablet in her hands, reading up on this week's mission reports. Her icy feet were pressed against your thigh, but you didn't mind. Your free hand caressed her ankle and you both just enjoyed each other company.
When you hear the front door swing open, both you and Nat turn your heads and smile at your boyfriend, who just got home from his morning jog. You greet him with a warm smile and he walks closer to give you a proper hello. His fingertips touch the hair behind your ears as he leans down to give you a kiss. You can taste the salty sweat on his upper lip but you don't mind. Not even one bit.
When Steve pulls away and turns to Nat to give her the same warm greeting, Natasha quickly protests.
'Uh uh, I could smell you all the way from the doorstep. You're not coming anywhere near me until you've had a shower."
For a split second, Steve looks offended, but that quickly turns into a devilish smirk.
"Oh yeah? Because I was just craving some really nice, warm, sticky cuddles, babe," he says while slowly stepping closer.
"Don't. you. dare." Nat says while crawling back to where you're sitting
"Get away from me you stinky old man!" you yell "You smell like you've been dead for half a century. Are you sure they kept you frozen enough? Because you smell like you've gone a bit moldy."
"Alright, that's it! Hold her down, babe" he instructs you.
"aye aye, captain." You oblige and hold Nat tightly with her back against your chest.
"Wha- NO! traitor!" she yells at you.
"That's for using me as a human furnace with those icicles you call feet."
Steve jumps the two of you and immediately starts nuzzling his sweaty face against Natasha.
"hmmmmmmm, babyyy! I missed you soooooo much!!!"
"GET OFF ME!" she protests, but it falls on deaf ears.
before long, you and Steve are both a laughing mess listening to Natasha's pleas and threats.
"Hey Nat, I think you need a shower, hun, you kinda....stink" you chuckle.
"How about we shower together, huh? To save water and all that."
Nat raises her eyebrow before dramatically rolling her eyes, "Fine. But only to save water."
You chuckle and pick Nat up before reaching out your hand to Steve, "Come on, pretty boy, you know I can't handle her without you."
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You slightly twist the faucet trying to get the temperature right while the hot water streams down your body. Nat is the first one to join you in the shower, while Steve works on getting his clothes off.
"You okay?" she mumbled, pressing wet kisses against the back of your neck. "hmm" you sighed happily, feeling her chest press against your back. Her arms wrapped around your waist and you let her roam her fingers over your chest and stomach while she continued to press kisses on your back.
"Hey, don't start with all the fun without me," Steve complained jokingly as he stepped into the shower.
“Don’t you worry, pretty, you’ll get more than enough attention.” You say, pulling him closer to the both of you.
Steve was now sandwiched between you and Natasha. Steam surrounds the three of you as you enjoy the warm water as well as each other. Steves eyes are closed, making all of his other senses more heightened. You watch both him and Nat intently. You hear every sigh and moan that leaves either of their mouths.
You all move around each other like the steam moves around your bodies. Nat reaches to kiss Steve before kissing you. When you pull away from Natasha’s lips to immediately turn to attach them to Steve’s wet and waiting mouth.
You end up between them. Fingertips touch you everywhere. You feel Natasha's erect nipples brush against your back while Steve's throbbing erection presses against your own.
A growl leaves your throat and you lunge at Steve. Pressing his back against the wall, you press your hips into his. Hard cocks grinding against each other, dripping with pre-cum.
You hand finds his throat and you push him back, pulling him off your lips. A little string of saliva is left hanging between your mouths. An indication of just how filthy your little make-out was.
You snap your head back, looking over your shoulder at Nat, who is currently a moaning mess, playing with her tits as she watching you dominate Steve.
“C’mere” you tell her, while still pressing steve against the wall by his neck.
Natasha obliges and you hook your free hand behind the nape of her neck. You guide her face to Steve’s and they start making out like two hungry animals.
You watch them. You watch Nat moan and drink the whimpers straight from Steve’s mouth.
You let them both go and tell Nat to jump.
She does.
Steve holds her up by her thighs. Her arms link around his neck while they passionately make out. You watch as their wet naked bodies cling to each other and your hand travels down to your throbbing cock.
Steve slowly slides down the wall and sits down while Nat straddles him. They both look at you with lustful eyes, silently asking for permission.
“Ride him” you dictate
Natasha eyes Steve's rock-hard cock. Somehow it looked even bigger from this angle. As if it wasn't already humongous.
Truth be told, you were pretty blessed yourself. But Steve,... Steve was truly hung like a fucking horse.
While you were slightly drooling over Stevie's horse-cock, Nat lifted her hips, preparing to actually fit the thing inside of her tight little pussy.
Very slowly, she started to sink down. She let out a long moan as she slid further down his shaft. Steve screwed his eyes shut and let his head fall back against the wall and you could feel his hand squeeze your thigh, only now realised he was holding onto you, achingly close to your dripping cock.
Your dick actually visibly throbbed and a sticky drop of pre-cum fell on Steve's wrist.
That got his attention.
His eyes shot open and looked directly into yours before they glanced over to his wrist. He smirked before bringing his hand to his mouth and theatrically licking his wrist clean.
He whimpered. Like actually whimpered.
Just from tasting a singular drop of your pre-cum.
You looked back down at Nat who finally made it down his cock and was currently stuffed to the absolute brink and breathing as if she'd just run a marathon.
"Are you okay baby?" he asked her when he saw she had adjusted.
"Yeah." she smiled, lifting her hips slowly, almost letting his cock slip out of her again.
"Good." was all he said before grabbing her shoulder and shoving himself into her. He wasted no time and immediately started pounding Nat's dripping pussy. hard.
"OOOHH FUUUUCCKKKK" She wailed and you couldn't help yourself, your hand shot to your crotch and you started stroking your fat dick while watching Steve fuck the soul out of Nat.
As if you weren’t hard enough already, Natasha starts squirting.
“STEVE!” She screams out as she sprays all over his cock.
He presses his thumb to her clit and starts rubbing messy circles while angling his hips up some more.
“ohhAAAHFUCKFUCKFUCK” Nats mouth fell open and you swear for a second there she went crosseyed.
“Gonna cum! M’gonna cum!” Nat babbled
You yanked her head back by her hair to make her look up at you and took the opportunity to spit in her open mouth.
“Yeah, baby, you cumming? Is that little pussy cumming on Stevies fat dick? Such a good little slut, huh baby? Gonna squirt some more aren’t you? Just can’t hold it in there can you? Little pussy just too full, hmm baby?”
You knew Nat went crazy for your filthy talk, especially when she was gonna cum. Shit pushed her right over the edge.
“aaaghhh cumming cumming cumming! Nat screamed out. Even with the shower running you could still hear the obscene sounds of her pussy squelching as she squirted an inhuman amount.
Her shoulder shook and her knees drew up, trying to ground herself. Steve kept pounding into her, pulling her hips down as she trembled and squirting all over him.
Tears ran down Nat’s cheeks as she was currently cumming her brains out.
You couldn’t take it anymore.
“Steve. Mouth!” You growled, wasting no time, you let go of Nat and Stepped closer to Steve.
You got down on your knees and sat up. Steve barely had time to open his mouth before you fisted his hair and shoved your rock hard cock into his mouth.
“Good fucking boy!” You groaned as you fucked his throat
“Make her cum again” you said, looking at Natasha’s wobbly figure, riding out her intense orgasm.
Steve pushed up his hips again and Nat wailed, falling over on his chest.
She was laying on top of him like a rag doll. Steve held her by her up, both hands holding her asscheeks as he pounding upwards, all while still trying his best to take your dick in his mouth.
At first he tried to suck, to swirl is tongue around your tip, but his brain was going to dumb that all he focused on was fucking Nat like a bunny in heat and keeping his jaw slack as you used his mouth for your own pleasure.
You could see Nat was getting close and Steve was trying to hold off his own orgasm. You pulled out of Steves mouth and started jerking yourself off.
“Wanna make another mess, baby? You looked at Nat.
“Fucckkyeasshhiiittt” was all she could babble.
“You hear that pretty? Our baby wants to cum again. Can’t get enough of that big fat cock yours. Can’t say I blame her, tho…”
Steve moaned at the praise and quickened his pace again.
“You must be getting pretty close yourself, huh, pretty boy? Gonna fill her up with your cum? Gonna stuff her pretty pussy?”
“Yeah….shit…please” Steve whined.
“Would you like that, baby?” You looked at Nat. “Would you like for steve to bust inside of you? Get you all warm n’ sticky on the inside?
“yeah yeah YES” Nat sat up with the last of her powers and bounced on Steve’s cock with all she had. Her tits bounced with her and eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“M’gonna cum ‘gain”
“Yeah baby gonna cum again? Gonna squirt again for Stevie? Gonna let him shoot his cum inside you and squirt is all over his tummy?
“SHIT” Steve groaned, grabbing Nat’s hips so hard you could see the bruise forming already. He pounded her pussy like there’s no tomorrow.
The shower was filled with moans, screams, whines and groans as Steve shot his load deep in Natasha’s waiting pussy.
You fisted your own cock harder and jerked yourself off as you looked at Nat.
“Come on, baby, cum with me, be a good little slut and make a mess with me on Stevies tummy, huh, baby? Such a dirty little whore aren’t you? Make that tight little pussy squirt one more time, come on.”
Steve was still pounding her through his own orgasm, thick roped of super soldier cum filled her pussy as the fat head of his cock rubbed against her g-spot over and over again.
“CUMMINGGGG” Nat screamed and lifted her hips. She squirted the most she ever had, Steve’s cum swirled with her own, spraying all over his torso.
“Shit, FUCK” you yelled, finally reaching you own peak.
Your cum landed on Steve’s stomach, right along the mixture off his own and Nat’s spent.
Natasha finally presses her palms against Steve's abdomen, signaling she really can't take anymore.
"Stevie, please...too much..." she whined, out of breath.
Steve let out a breathless chuckle and finally slowed down. With his super soldier stamina he literally could have gone all day.
Nat falls onto his chest, not caring about the mess that pooled there. You sat down and scooted closed to Steve, who eagerly let his head fall on you thigh.
There you all were. And giant heap of wet, warm, stickiness.
You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.
Steve looks up at you, “what’s so funny?”
“Oh, nothing. Just that were even filthier now than when we entered the shower.” You chuckle, “and we didn’t even save water! Our bill is gonna be through the roof.”
They both giggle at your comment. “Honestly I dont think we spent that much water,” Steve says, “I mean, half of it came from Nat.”
You try to suppress it but you cant help bursting out laughing. Nat turns red and attempts to hide your face in the crook of Steve’s neck.
“Shut up…” she mumbled embarrassed.
“I was just kidding baby, you know I love how much you squirt,” Steve reassures her, letting he hand trail up and down her naked spine. “Besides, I think it’s super sexy…”
“You do?” She asks, raising her head up again and looking at you and Steve expectantly.
“Are you kidding? Ofcourse!” You tell her. “Nothing gets me harder, baby! And it’s not like I can blame you…I mean? Our Stevie is hung like a damn horse!”
Now it was Steves turn to blush.
“Alright, alright, enough,” he mumbles “we better clean up before the water turns cold. Can I pull out, sweetheart?”
“Hmm” Nat gave a tired nod and lifted her hips a little.
Steve slowly pulled his now softening cock out of Nat’s messy folds. She hissed a little at the sudden friction and a few leftover drops dribbled out of her pussy.
“There you go, you okay, honey?” Steve checked in.
“Yeah, just getting a little sore now”
“C’mere, beautiful” you gently held her arm and pulled her off Steve, guiding her to sit in between your legs with her back pressed against your chest as you leaned against the tile-covered wall.
“Stevie, can you grab the shower head for me?
Nat’s eyes flicked open and he knees closed instinctively. Making you chuckle.
“No, don’t worry you little perv, im gonna wash your hair”
“Oh…” she relaxed
Steve did as you asked and sat next to you guys with a bottle of shampoo, some shower gels and a loofa.
“You did so good, you know that?” You told her while her fingers massaged her scalp. “You both did.” You added, throwing Steve a wink
While you took a lavish pump of peach scented conditioner, Steve gently cleaned up Nats sensitivity pussy.
When Nat was all done you and Steve helped her up.
“Why don’t you get dried off while me and Stevie get cleaned up, sound good, sweetheart?
“Yeah, sure,” she gave you a sweet smile, “don’t be too long.”
You turned to Steve and grabbed the loofa, lathering his chest with soap, cleaning all the lovely filth off him.
“You are amazing, you know that?”
He smiled at your remark, and pressed a tender kiss against your lips.
A couple minutes later, the pair of you were as clean as it could get, you got out of the shower and saw Nat putting on he fluffy bathrobe. Her hair was wrapped up in a towel and she looked like she just came from a spa.
“You looked mighty relaxed.” Steve said smugly “had a workout?”
“Yeah, did some cardio.” She smiled and pressed her lips to his as she handed him his towel.
You quickly dried off and you and Steve put on a fresh pair of boxers, throwing Nat some panties and one of your shirts.
Before long the three of you were cuddled up in bed.
Nat was in the middle. She was laying mostly on Steve’s chest, but her back was pressed against your side and her leg tangled with one of yours.
You played with Steve’s hair and he hummed contently.
For a little while the three of you the enjoyed each others presence.
“I love you” you broke the silence. “Both of you.”
“We love you too”
“Was I too rough?” You asked, “With either of you?”
“Not with me” Nat promised.
“Stevie?” You looked at him
“No…well…I mean…it’s not really, like…”
“Stevie, you can tell me, okay pretty?
“I love it when you’re rough with my throat, but it got a bit hard to breath because of the shower…”
“Oh, Stevie, I hadn’t thought of that! I’m so sorry, are you okay?”
“Yes yes, I’m fine don’t worry! I just thought,…you know for next time.”
“Ofcourse, baby! I’ll remember it, thank you for telling me, okay, Stevie?”
Steve beamed at the praise and Nat pressed a kiss against his cheek, “well done, Stevie”
You all snuggled a little closer together and talked until you fell asleep.
The next morning Steve was the first one to wake up, and, for some inexplicable reason we will never know, he really wanted to go for a jog…
#gummydummy19#fluff#fanfiction#marvel#smut#steve rogers#natasha romanov#captain america#black widow#male reader#shower smut#aftercare
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Snowball Fight
So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!
I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.
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This is a barely edited rambly cliché, empty brain hrs, I’ll edit this out if there isn’t any. Anyway, I’ve been called in early for work so this will be hella late.
Hawks x Male reader, demon quirk (it’s not that important)
headcanon that keigo does not like cold weather, that yeah cool air on his wings are great but ice cold about to make icicles cold? hard pass.
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It was a crisp freezing cold Christmas week. Monday to be exact. Everything was covered in snow and the few brave (or stupid) souls out that afternoon were running about last minute Christmas shopping. It was this upcoming thursday after all.
And thank whoever up there Keigo found himself off for the holidays, because he did not like the cold weather. See his wings can keep him warm but his wings themselves couldn’t take how harsh the winter air gets in the sky. So he’s been dubbed “useless unless it’s an emergency”. After all, it’s not like there’s gloves for every individual feather.
Letting out a bored sigh, he thinks about what he can do right now, not going to his apartment was one. Days off were a blessing but how empty his place was around this time made him antsy. A thought to call- no. Just pick up a bucket of chicken and go home, not think about- a dull wack to the back of his head sends him tumbling forward.
“P-pfft!! Hahahaha!!!” A familiar laugh coming from behind him. Keigo straightens turning with a fake smile. There behind him was his current avoidance. Y/n L/n, a good friend turned benefits that well…He was catching feelings for. They started out as work buddies, Enji asking him to test a new recruit with a ‘demon’ like quirk.
And boy was he a beast. A tall 6’0, tight but soft muscles, hooded f/c eyes, and black hair styled up to reveal an undershave. Y/n’ whole look fit his sharp teeth, horned head, magic quirk. To be honest, hawks was a little bit surprised that y/n was a hero. Given he looked more on the villain side, he was surprised y/n got this far.
But after the test it didn’t take long for them to start up a casual friendship. Keigo smiled a little at the thought. Y/n was easy going and fun to be around. He didn’t expect anything from him and that just broke down a lot of the reservation keigo had. To say it took long for him to catch some type of feelings from their fuck friends arrangement, would be a fat lie.
It was fun and had him dazed easily. But it was the softness after and the hang outs that felt like dates that made him feel like he needed to run.
Which was his current problem. Having all avoided the man for a few weeks now to figure out what to do with these new emotions. Keigo felt guilty about it but well he was never taught how to handle these types of emotions…. In a good, healthy way at least.
“So much for being the quickest baby bird.” Y/n teases once he’s close enough. Snapping back to the present Keigo huffs pretending to be annoyed, his growing blush at the closeness kind of giving him away. “Mah, what has you so distracted?” Y/n asks, chuckling as Keigo gets redder. Scowling slightly, Keigo picks up a handful of snow and quickly packs it with a swing.
Y/n yelps as it hits his face. And seeing Y/n with such a surprised expression sends Keigo into a snort of laughter. Y/n blinks looking at his friend laughing up a storm, his wings drooping in the release of tension and grins. Good, he missed his idiot.
“Oh it’s on.” Y/n said, starting a mini snowball fight war, that grew as fans and kids joined in. Keigo can’t exactly say when he’s felt this light and happy (outside of learning he was gonna meet endeavor as an equal). As it got darker, things started to slow and with some pictures taken and left alone to catch their breaths. It ended with just him and Y/n.
Let out one more breath before slinging an arm over Keigo’s shoulders, this was not where he was trying to go with looking for Keigo but- Y/n hums as Keigo presses into him freely as the wind starts to pick up. -This was perfect.
“Hey. My place?” Y/n mumbles hopefully
Suddenly Keigo couldn’t help but want to be working rather than having to answer that. Adrenaline came back and he pulled away a bit unsure. Y/n sighs feeling the tension come back.
“What did I do?” Keigo quickly looks up at in confused “Wha-”
“Look I know when someone is avoiding me. So I’m guessing you want to break this whole arrangement off or something?” Y/n say as calmly as he could, but there was an edge of defeat in his tone. Keigo felt his wings ruffle and try to curl around the both of them. It was old, dark, and too public (they were in a park the back of his mind whispered).
He would at least have this conversation somewhere warm and private. “Can we talk…at your place?” his eyes focused on y/n’s shoulder. “Yeah.” Y/n mumbles back, with a flick of his hand opening a portal to his living room and shuffling them in. Keigo shivers at the shift in temperatures kicking off his boots and plopping onto the couch, as y/n does the same with his shoes following after.
“Than-”
Y/n leans down pressing a kiss to keigo’s lips. Balancing himself with one hand on the couch a bit hunched over. He kept his body relaxed just in case keigo wanted to push him away. But he didn’t, instead gripping his coat and using it to tug him closer, deepening the kiss.
(Watch as my writing changes now that I found mood music, at least to me it does)
“I love you. I fell in love with you and I’m terrified” Keigo whispers softly, the words ringing through the nearly empty apartment. Keigo chuckles wetly as he felt himself tremble but he held on and nipped at y/n’s bottom lip. Y/n stares down at him, eyes unmoving breath escalating.
“Heh…heheheh-” Y/n sucks in a breath as euphoria courses through him in a wave and he knocks keigo back full onto the couch kissing him recklessly. “My sweet, beautiful keigo.. I love you too. And there is nothing you need to be scared of.” Y/n whispers back at a startled keigo.
Both gave each other shaky smiles, neither able to articulate the sheer happiness they were feeling. So with another boost of adrenaline, Y/n leans down to start his journey loving every bit of Keigo freely.
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Hello!! Can I request an Eddie x male reader fic, where the reader is a vampire👀?!?🩸🩸
You sure can!! Sorry it took so long! I apparently couldn't just start it with him being a vampire, my gremlin brain demanded to write how it happened too. So, this is kind of a rewrite of the end of 4x06, 4x07, and some of 4x08 No vol 2 spoilers!!
Leave the Bat Biting to Ozzy | Eddie Munson x male reader
Summary: You were the other half of Steve's co-captain for the swim team, so it made perfect sense to you to dive into Lover's Lake in search for the gate to the Upside Down with him...much to Eddie's disapproval. Once you bite the tail of one of the demobats and can't spit out all of its blood, you start to feel weird...sucks to wake up next to your best friend that you're in love with trying to bite his neck and drink his blood. Good thing Eddie is more than okay with it, though.
Warnings: 18+ (just in case) blood, violence, demobats, protective Eddie, language, blood drinking, light angst (due to fighting demobats and reader getting anxiety about possibly hurting Eddie) but honestly it's more fluffy than anything, drug use
Words: 4035
a/n: I hope you like it, love! It kind of ran away from me. Requests are still open, send one if you'd like, my loves 💚
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“No,” Eddie shakes his head, trying to push your shoulders to make you sit back down in the boat. “Absolutely not,” he says, pointing at Steve, “Harrington’s got this just fine.”
“Eddie,” you groan, rubbing the frustration from your furrowed brows, “if I can help-”
“I’m sure you can,” he nods, eyes wide, “but I don’t really care. I’m not letting you risk your life.” Eddie cocks his head at the indignant grunt, “no offense, Steve.” He just rolls his eyes, taking his shirt off and pelting your best friend in the face with it. “I deserved that.” Throwing the shirt into the bottom of the boat, Eddie puts a cigarette between his lips.
Robin promptly yanks it out and throws it in the water, “gross. Eddie, we really don’t have the time to argue about this right now. If he can help Steve find the gate faster and he’s willing to do so, there’s not much you can do to stop him.”
“Don’t forget,” you stand, taking your shirt off as well, handing it to Eddie rather than hitting him in the face with it. Though you kind of want to. But he was just denied nicotine, you’re not about to tick him off on top of whatever protective streak he has going right now. “I was co-captain of the swim team with Steve. If anyone else here is fit for the task, it’s me.”
“Just-” Eddie shifts in his seat, clutching your shirt in his hand. His discomfort is heartwarming, really. Makes the massive crush you harbor for him throb in your chest. “Be careful, please,” his brown eyes widen their worry for you.
Unable to resist the tease, you ruffle his hair, “‘course,” you grin when he swats your hand away. You notice Nancy giving Steve much the same interaction you and Eddie just had. And you know for a fact that she’s not over him. You have eyeballs and aren’t stupid either. But Eddie’s just your best friend and watched two people die painfully to Vecna. He probably just doesn’t want to lose his best friend in the same way. “See you in a bit,” you take a deep breath, nodding at Steve.
“Let’s go,” Harrington adjusts the bagged flashlight in his hand and dives in.
You share one last look with Eddie, the metalhead looking heavily conflicted before you follow Steve. The water is like icicles stabbing every inch of your skin. But you can’t let it stop you, following the soft golden light ahead of Steve’s fluffy hair. Reaching the bottom of Lover’s Lake, your lungs begin to make it known that they’d very much like fresh oxygen inside of them soon. You push on with the other boy, finding a trail of fish bones.
Steve looks uncomfortable and anxiety sours your stomach too. Swimming through the murky water, your vision turns red. You and Steve push on until you find a split in the earth. Glowing scarlett with what looks like veins around it. This has to be the gate. When Harrington tries to inspect it further with the flashlight, you too reach out without really thinking it through. Not only does the bagged light get sucked in, but a giant black tendril pops out of it, wrapping around your wrist, yanking you through the portal.
You scream, the last of your air bubbling out into the water before you're sucked through. Sputtering the rank water from your mouth, coughing as you’re dragged through the Upside Down. It’s been a long time since you’ve had to be here and you had hoped you’d never have to be again. Without your shirt on, the skin of your back stings with scrapes as you’re brutally pulled along the ground. You try to pry the vine off of your wrist, but it's got you in a vice grip.
“Oh shit,” you grunt, coming up to a fallen tree. You smack into it; hard. There’s at least three bruised, if not broken ribs and your shoulder screams in pain. But you stopped. Long enough to dig the vine into the sharp wood, freeing your hand.
But you’re far from safe. A high pitched, menacing shriek fills your ears and you see bats flying your way. Nowhere to run, definitely nowhere to hide, you reach for a branch at your feet. Swinging the wood, one of the bats with very sharp teeth goes flying away from you. Just as you make to swing at another, one wraps its tail around your neck and you’re slammed to the ground again, gasping for air. Lungs burning and no prying of your hands gets the bat off of you. As if being choked to death by a fucking demon bat…demobat?- you don’t care enough to think about that right now- two more swarm around you, sinking their teeth into your sides.
Screaming in agony, you thrash around, trying your best to buck them off of you. Wildly waving your hands to smack at them and the one strangling you. Your sides are killing you, it hurts so fucking bad. All you can do is scream, hoping that someone is coming. That Steve was able to get through or get the rest of them to come help.
“Y/N!” Eddie yells and the bat around your neck is stabbed in the face repeatedly, Nancy and Robin trying to beat away the ones eating you. “I’ve got you,” he says, the two of you working to get the tail off. The slimy cord lifts enough for you to bite a chunk out of it, gagging around the rancid blood in your mouth.
It hurts it enough to make it release you and that’s all you really care about, the girls having killed the other two. Everything hurts, rolling on your side you groan, spitting the blood you didn't accidentally swallow from your mouth. You feel a hand cup the side of your face, lifting your head for you. Struggling to keep your eyes open through the pain, blinking heavily, you see a positively distraught Eddie, trying to look you over.
“This is why I didn’t want you to do this,” he chastises. But you see the concern in his eyes. Eddie sounds hysterical, “told you you were risking your life, that this was dangerous,” his bloodshot eyes filling with tears. “You’re hurt,” his gaze drops to your torso. Any other time, you’d probably feel a little embarrassed about his focus on your bare chest. You’re in too much pain for anything to matter right now. “That’s a lot of blood,” Eddie’s face pales.
“You don’t say,” you deadpan, coughing out a laugh.
Steve drops to his knees beside you once the other bats have gone, “we can’t stay here.” He looks towards the portal and several bats have surrounded it, screeching in warning. “Looks like we can’t leave either.”
Eddie cups the side of your face, thumb brushing the skin softly, “can you walk?”
Taking a deep breath, you nod, feeling the pain subside to a manageable burn. But you grunt and grit your teeth, even standing up with the help of both boys pulls at your wounds. Flaring a white hot pain in your sides, you slump into Eddie’s arm, taking calculated breaths, “I’m okay.” You nod, trying to convince not only them, but yourself. “I’m okay,” you repeat.
“Bullshit,” Eddie remarks, wrapping his arm around your back to help you follow the group towards the woods. “I will carry you if I have to, sweetheart.”
Despite the blood loss in your torso, your cheeks burn with a blush at the name. Not the first time he’s called you that, but he just saved your life. You’re allowed a moment to be taken aback that your best friend that you’re head over heels for is not only calling you a pet name, but doing his best to take care of you.
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A unanimous decision to go to Nancy’s house for guns was made while Eddie and Robin helped patch your wounds. Robin babbling about rabies the whole time, surprisingly keeping you in good spirits. You’re grateful for your friends, but you really want to lay down. Your head is throbbing like crazy and you can feel your heartbeat in the wounds on your stomach and sides. It’s not fun. Far from pretty. And it makes you nauseous. Not even sitting on the one loveseat in the Wheeler’s house not covered in Vecna’s vines next to Eddie is making the room stop spinning.
He’s holding you close, rubbing his fingers along your arm and it’s almost enough to get you to fall asleep. Almost. The constant thunder and bright red light keeps you right at the edge. “I’m sorry,” you mumble.
Eddie turns his head, his chin resting atop your head, “what are you possibly sorry for?”
“I didn’t heed your warning,” you grunt, an attempt at a laugh. Your limbs feel disconnected. Like they’ve fallen asleep. The repulsive scent from the wet tendrils surrounding the house seeps into your nostrils, furthering your desire to vomit. Everything feels too intense.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he kisses the crown of your head, holding you tighter, “I’m not mad at you. Worried, for sure. But I’m not mad. I’m just glad you’re more or less okay. Once they figure something out with Dustin, I’m taking you home and we’ll take care of those bites. The bleeding seemed to stop on its own, so I don’t think you need stitches or anything.”
“Thanks Eds,” you mutter tiredly, nuzzling into his neck. Not caring enough to try and hide your feelings at the moment. You’re in pain and he’s been the main source of comfort and safety for you for years.
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Using bikes to get to Eddie’s trailer is the fastest and smartest option. You fully agree with that. Wholeheartedly. The actual act of doing it? You’re even closer to throwing up than you were before. Clutching to Eddie’s back while he pedals you both down the road. Every bump in the pavement has your stomach churning, demanding whatever remnants still inside be released. The throbbing in your head has reached an aggravating peak. A migraine on crack. Even in the darkness of the Upside Down, it still feels too bright whenever the red lightning crackles through the sky.
You cling tighter, pinching your eyes closed, “how much farther?” You grit out, carefully inhaling the scent of Eddie into your nose. More intoxicating than it’s ever been before. It’s almost making you dizzy on top of everything else. Salivating to the point of if you don’t swallow fast enough, you’d drool all over his shoulder.
“Just a couple blocks,” Eddie’s hand pats yours and you quickly twist your fingers until they’re entwined. He squeezes your hand and you’re sighing softly at the lifeline offered. “Hang on for me a little longer, sweetheart.”
“Is he okay?” Robin asks, keeping up with Eddie’s pedaling. “He looks a little green.”
“Rob?” You ask.
“Yeah?”
“Shut up,” you huff softly. Voices are almost too loud. Your stomach won’t stop its incessant churning. And now, your fucking teeth and gums hurt. Whatever bullshit this is, you’d kindly like it to stop. Every smell entering your nose is more intense than the last, only adding to the cocktail of discomfort.
“Shutting up,” she replies as you feel the bike turn.
The ride is even bumpier after that, like you’ve gone off road. Squinting an eye open, you see your assumptions are correct as Eddie’s trailer comes into view. “Eds,” your head lolls from fuzziness on his shoulder when he stops the bicycle. “Eds, I don’t think I can walk.”
“I got you,” Steve’s by your side, helping you stand long enough for Eddie to get off the bike.
The moment he’s off the bike, he doesn’t care to stop it from falling to the ground, opting to scoop his arms under your legs and lifting you into his arms. “A shower and bed is just moments away,” he tucks your head into his neck, heading into his alternate home.
You must have fallen asleep, because you’re jolted awake an unknown amount of time later, “mhmm, wha-” is all you’re able to articulate.
“I need you to go to Steve for a minute,” Eddie tells you.
When you open your eyes you see an opening in his ceiling much like at the bottom of Lover’s Lake. Dustin, Erica, Lucas, Max, Robin and Nancy looking at you upside down from Eddie’s actual living room. A few blankets have been tied together to make a climbing rope. Your eyes widen, “I can’t climb right now,” you sound frantic, clinging to Eddie’s vest.
“I know, I know,” he’s quick to rub your back in sweet, reassuring strokes. “I’m gonna give you to Steve and climb through. He’s going to help you through the gate and I’ll be right there to catch you. You trust me?” You stare at him skeptically, but nod just the same, knowing this is the only way you’ll be able to get home. “See you on the other side,” Eddie kisses your forehead, placing you in Steve’s open arms.
Your stomach does a sickening somersault watching Eddie climb the blankets and be sucked through, crashing into the waiting bed. You hadn’t even noticed you were shaking in Steve’s arms, until he’s holding you tighter in more of a hug. “We’ll be as careful as we can, okay? You know he’d never let anything happen to you.”
Steve’s words of reassurance help only just. Carefully, he stands on a chair with you still in his arms, Eddie standing on the bed on the other side, arms open wide for you. Grabbing the blanket, you hold yourself steady while Steve gently pushes you through. The moment your hands are in Eddie’s you’re sucked through, crashing on top of your best friend and onto the mattress. You scream out in pain, sides feeling like they’re tearing back open.
“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Eddie hugs you close for a moment, allowing you the time to calm down from the pain. “Come on,” he carefully moves you so he can get up and scoop you right back into his arms. “You guys good?” He asks the group, Steve falling onto the mattress behind you. They must nod or give him some affirming answer, because he says, “good, I’m gonna help him clean up and get him to bed.”
“Should you guys really stay here with an open portal in your living room?” Dustin asks.
“My house is empty,” Steve offers, “I have a spare room and everything. Pack a bag of what you’d need. Henderson’s right, you’re not staying here.”
“Not like we have a car here,” Eddie cuts in.
“I can take my mom’s keys,” Max suggests. “We rode here on our bikes, Steve can drive you guys home.”
You’re already shaking your head, “I don’t think I can handle a car ride right now. Just let me take a shower and rest for a bit. Then we can figure out where to go.”
“Fine,” Steve sighs, “but we’re staying here with you guys.”
“Fine.”
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Eddie gingerly helped you into the bathroom, turning around when you’d taken your boxers off. He’d left you a towel and a change of his clothes, saying he’d wait for you in his room to give you some time to yourself.
It was sweet, but also not. Every time you closed your eyes you saw those fuckign bats feasting on your stomach. It must just hurt more than the actual damage, because the wounds aren’t as deep as you’d expected. You clean them with peroxide nonetheless and change into the clothes Eddie gave you. Your favorite faded Guns N’ Roses shirt of his and soft plaid pajama pants. Meeting him in his room, you can’t help the small laugh at the sight waiting for you.
Eddie propped against his headboard, lighting a joint, a steaming cup of tea tucked on the windowsill beside his bed. “Did you make me tea?” You ask, sitting beside him, taking a careful sip of the warm liquid. Chamomile floods your senses, warming you from the inside out.
“I smoke and sell pot,” he takes a hit off the joint, offering it to you which you gladly take. Hitting it generously, hoping it will make the pain go away and help you sleep for a bit. “You really think I wouldn’t have other natural kinds of sedatives? Come on now, you know me better than that.”
You chuckle softly to yourself, glad that you can do so without irritating your wounds. “Thank you,” you smile into your mug, polishing off the last of the drink. Setting the mug back on the sill, you settle into his bed, pulling the covers over your shoulder. “I’m glad we’re out of there.”
Snuffing out the roach, Eddie curls up beside you, pulling you into his chest, “me too. Thought I’d lost you,” his voice is above a whisper, lips moving against your forehead when he speaks. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. Anyone, I can lose anyone…but not you. I can’t lose you, sweetheart.”
You cling to him harder, sniffling into his chest, the harsh reality that he’s right slamming into you. “I’m right here, Eds. You saved me,” nuzzling your nose into his shirt, you sigh.
“And I’d do it again,” Eddie assures you, tracing lines along your back and your heavy lids finally close. “I love you,” he says quietly. Something else he’s said countless times, but even in your tired state you can hear that it sounds different than it ever has.
But you’re far too tired to not only think about what it means or to even say it back. Falling asleep in Eddie’s arms like it’s any other night you’ve stayed over.
—
“H-hey, uh, sw-sweet- shit,” Eddie groans, sounding almost like a moan. “Sweetheart, what are you d-doing?” He asks, pulling your shoulders gently. “Not that I-I’m complaining. Oh my g-" his hips buck into yours, “I just- fuck.”
It’s the movement that makes you realize that you’re no longer asleep. Rather unconsciously licking and sucking on his neck. The sound of his heartbeat thrumming away in your ears like the world’s most beautiful drumline. His smell invades your nostrils, taking over every sense you have. Intoxicating and sweet, you bite at his neck in earnest, moaning when you taste a droplet of his blood on your tongue.
The taste earns your stomach a hearty growl and your eyes snap open and you jolt away. Startling yourself when in your haste, you’re suddenly on the other side of his room, staring at a wide-eyed, hard and thoroughly confused Eddie on his bed. Your gums are on fire and you can see the artery pulsating in his neck even from here. What the fuck is going on? You try to back away, confused and ashamed of yourself for having hurt him. You don’t even register that not only do your sides not hurt, but you feel better than you ever have.
“Sweetheart,” Eddie’s up on his feet, carefully walking over to you, arms out like he doesn’t want to startle you.
Too bad, you back away again, hitting his wall, “d-don’t,” you stammer. You have no idea what’s happening. All you do know is that you can still taste his blood on your tongue and you want more. So much fucking more. It makes your teeth ache and your stomach twist in hunger. You’re not stupid, you’ve read enough comics and seen enough horror movies. Foolish of you to think that in a town like Hawkins, Upside Down bats wouldn’t turn someone into a vampire if they survived. Or swallowed their blood. “I don’t want to hurt you,” you say, holding your hand out in hopes of stopping his advances.
It doesn’t.
Eddie’s inches away from you, reaching out to cup your face, examining your features. “Holy shit,” his eyes widen, thumb pulling back your top lip. “Y-you have fangs. And your eyes are red.”
Your stomach nearly falls out of your ass. “Eddie,” your eyes burn with tears, “tell me this is a joke. That I’m still sleeping.”
His finger comes up to where you’d nipped him before, a pin prick of blood resting on the pad, “sorry, babe, I don’t think it is.” Panic sets in, heaving your chest with painful breaths as the room spins. “Whoa, whoa, hey, it’s okay,” Eddie crouches to the floor as you slide down the wall, “you’re okay. You’re still alive. Just a cool ass vampire now. I mean, that’s fucking sick, right?”
“How is that cool?” You look at him dumbfounded. “Vampires feed on blood, Eddie. Blood! I didn’t even know what I was doing. I could’ve hurt you,” your own eyes turn to saucers, your hand covering your horrified expression, “I-I could’ve killed you!”
“Baby,” he pulls your hand away, cupping your face again, “you couldn’t hurt me. I know you. You’d never,” Eddie’s voice is so sweet and calm, settling your nerves. “We’ll figure it out, okay? But for now,” all you can do is watch as he moves his hair from his neck, tilting his head to the side in offering, “you need to eat. I’m not going to let you die because you’re fucking stubborn.”
“No,” you vehemently shake your head, ripping out of his hands and stumbling to his bed. Your hunger turns your limbs to jelly.
Eddie’s quick to catch you before you fall over, arms wrapping around you, turning you to face him. “I’m offering it, babe,” he smiles at you, “if anyone is going to feed you, it’s going to be me.” He finds the way you look at him like he’s grown an extra head hilarious, his chuckle vibrating through you. “It’s what we do for the ones we love, right? Take care of them however we can.”
“I-”
“So, if my best friend,” he brings your chests flush, “the guy I’m absolutely in love with is now a vampire who needs blood to survive,” Eddie shrugs. “It’s a no brainer, really.”
You don’t get to comment on his words, though you feel your heart clench at the admission that he shares your feelings. Because he’s cupping the back of your head, guiding your aching fangs to his offered neck. Instinct takes over once you smell his blood again and you sink your teeth into Eddie’s flesh. His fingers grip your hip hard, letting out a moan from the feeling. His blood is the best thing you’ve ever tasted in your life, tangy, but so fucking sweet.
Addicting.
“Sweetheart,” he whispers, pulling at the strands at the back of your head.
Removing your fangs from his neck, you lick the wound clean, watching in wonder as the two small holes heal. “Sorry,” you avert your eyes, not ready to look at him. Afraid he’ll be upset with you for drinking too much.
“It’s okay, Eddie says, gripping your chin to make you meet his gaze, “it was your first time. I’m sure you’ll learn how to not take too much. I’ll be fine,” he smiles warmly at you, lovingly. “Do you feel a little better now?” You nod. “Good,” Eddie looks at your mouth, dragging his gaze back to your eyes, “your eyes are back to normal again.” It’s an offhand comment before he’s locked on your lips again, “hey, sweetheart?” You hum in response, breath caught in your chest. “You didn't really tell me to fuck off when I told you I loved you. So…Can I kiss you now?”
You smile, chuckling through your nose, “that's because I love you too, Eddie.”
His lips brush yours softly. A featherlight touch. But then you both inhale sharply, crashing your mouths together. It’s feverish. Groaning into each other, hands grabbing whatever they can. Tongues and teeth clashing until you’re dizzy and gasping for air.
“It’s about time you admit it, Munson,” Robin’s voice yanks you apart. But she’s smiling at the two of you, “Steve you owe me twenty bucks,” she yells over her shoulder, making you and Eddie laugh. “So…a vampire?”
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hi, a request about a winter ball with Rhysand x f!reader, where she has a amazin dress with de details os stars and Rhys admiring her from far as she talks to people, and they dance in the ball, have some kisses as well and finish in their room with some spicy moment, thanks
Love this concept! Spicy went a lil' smutty in the end but if you're not comfortable with that, you can skip the bit below the dotted line. Happy reading! 😘
Ever the lover of grand displays of lavish dramatics Rhysand feels perfectly at home among the dancers and chattering courtiers. He may love a lack of decorum equally but it’s no secret he’ll take expensive silks and marble floors opposed to being knee deep in the mud and freezing. A winter’s ball is the perfect place for a break from the chaos of his brothers, or so he’d claim because at the end of the night he’ll likely be negotiating peace for the conflict Cassian undoubtedly will have caused, and be given a full report of all ongoings from Azriel, if he manages to shake the Shadowsinger in the first place. One day he’ll learn to tell them to stay home. At least Morrigan and Amren know how to behave, Mor taking a particular interest in some of the guests and they in her, and Amren getting a little closer for comfort to the prince of Adriata but for his sake, Rhys will ignore what he saw and picked up on. Instead when he turns his attention away from his family, he feels chills running down his spine, suddenly eerily aware of the cold season, as if he were standing among the Illyrian mountains this very moment. When he sees an ice queen personified not in heart but certainly in appearance he is certainly caught off guard.
You wear a gown more of crystals and beads than fabric, sheer where these precious and precise designs do not weave together. It must be worth its weight in gold for it certainly looks heavy even if you do not show it in your posture. Never once do you wane. You remain ever impeccable and move with a grace and relentlessness that suits the element you’ve chosen to represent. You put the entirety of the winter court to shame with your beauty. You hold your head high, the crown of crystals like icicles on the verge of melting woven into your hair befitting of your entire visage. Anyone assuming you to be a queen would be entirely in their right. You’d taken the seasonal theme quite serious and Rhysand suddenly feels a little underdressed in comparison. Of course he donned his usual black but opted for some silver work, beading and the appearance of a frosted texture to his jacket. He should have opted for that platinum crown, the one with the brightest diamonds because suddenly if he imagines standing even remotely within your radius, he’d feel like a shadow as opposed to your radiance. Never had he felt discontent with being a shadow others thought twice to approach.
Of course the courtiers swarm to you, vying for your attention. You smile through, you make pleasant conversation with them and you clearly know what you’re doing and he won’t deny the smile it’s brought to his face when he may or may not have picked up on some parts of conversation where some rather desperate flirtations are ever so skilfully dismissed. While you are certainly the centre of attention, Rhysand is stuck conversing with those of his own court, and putting up the usual facade of the cocky and cruel high lord. He has a reputation to keep and never has he felt the desire to just be himself more. He’d resigned himself to admiring the ice queen of the ball from a distance but then he realised, he’s the High Lord of the Night Court. People get out of his way. All it takes is invoking that dreadful presence to scare away these desperate idiots, if only just to speak to you before he returns to his usual life, his usual thoughts. He just wants to know, has to know and so he strides over.
The male draped in dark fineries, his eyes have wandered to you several times now, or at least that’s how often you’ve caught him staring. You’d expected him to approach you at some point, like so many others have. You’d have humoured him, out of curiosity. Would he come offer you the moon on a string? Or would he resort to simple flattery? But then you noticed, those violet eyes. You know this male. You’ve let him before, long ago. You doubt he remembers you, but that look makes you suspicious, maybe he does. From what you hear, he’s not just any simple male, he’s the High Lord of the Night Court. Leave it to you to have… history with one of the most powerful beings in all of Prythian. He’s grown more handsome but what softness he held, or what you remember, has been replaced by a shield of darkness. Still he carries that cocky smirk that promises no good. You wonder, will he approach? Does he remember you? Will he save you from all these fools trying to charm you into their good graces at best, their beds at worst? He always did have a bit of a hero complex but the more stories of him you hear, the more you begin doubt he is the knight in shiny armour, and the more you see he might have turned the evil overlord, just like his father. You hope it’s but gossip, but lies.
Then he begins to approach, people know better than to stand in his way, some might make a show of attempted bravery, by allowing the darkness to overcast just a second before they rush aside, choosing life over the ire of the terrifying high lord of night. He smirks, puts on a display of arrogant confidence, and that’s when you see it; he puts on a display. The attention keeping you busy this night, scatters and leaves only the genuine conversationalists, until you excuse yourself, turn your attention to him. You decide to play the part you were dressed for, become a face of neutrality covered by a shield of freezing cold indifference. you clasp your hands together and tilt your head to the side just ever so lightly, awaiting an introduction, or anything really because you don’t know what to expect. He bows his head in greeting, never once does that cocky smirk drop, and never once do his eyes leave yours. They stare right through your soul. He does not speak but offers you his hand. And then you feel a brush against your mind, gently and never intrusively, akin to a knock on a door. You decide to open it.
“It has been far too long.” Those are the first words he chose to speak, or rather think to you? Perhaps not his smoothes moment but at least you humour him with mental laughter, and the faint up turning off the corner of your lips. He can’t believe it took him this long to figure it out, to realise who you are, or rather who you are to him. It must have been centuries at this point and you’ve changed much, but so has he. He’d found himself wondering sometimes over the years, wondering what became of you, where you might be. He expected you to live the quiet life you’d talked about, a life of freedom. Perhaps you have gotten it. You certainly know how to make an entrance and certainly gained attention of plenty of important and powerful people, but that hardly ever is a quiet life.
“So it has been. It’s good to see you, Rhys.” Despite your appearance, you radiate a warm embrace on a cold night, one he’s longed for far too often be that in the Illyrian camps or in simple loneliness when it came to haunt him.
You take a step forward, towards his outstretched hand, still offered. Without much of a doubt in your mind, but simply one for show, you place it in his, watch the courtier watching this whole interaction for their responses are quite pleasing; varied from confusion to bewilderment, jealousy and envy. In his eyes you can see he enjoys this just as much. It’s a mutual understanding when he Brings your knuckles to his lips, placing a tender kiss atop and holds on, guides you along to the dance floor where another song comes to an end and couples leave or step in for the next dance about to start. When you step through, with the High Lord of Night on your side, it makes pairs think twice about joining, and instead they opt for staying clear.
“Looks like we’ll have an audience.” Words spoken out loud. The first ones you truly heard from him all night. You repress the urge to snort. Of course that’s what he’d say.
“Every the drama queen.” You retort under your breath and that grin of his grows as he faces you at the centre of the floor, one hand on your waist, the other behind his back. You place one hand on his shoulder and use the other to lift your heavily embellished skirts so they drape beautifully.
“I’m not the one wearing the crown.” He dips to whisper in your ear and you feel goosebumps scatter across your skin, much to Rhysand’s satisfaction because he doesn’t need to be a mindreader to see your response. Your eyes narrow after you recover and the dance starts.
“I assume you forgot yours at home, high lord?” Against the proper movements you rise your fingers to rest under his chin, brush along his jaw until they stroke along his cheek, to what some might describe as seductively. The look you give him certainly does not help.
“I couldn’t decide which one to wear. Perhaps your keen eye could help me choose my attire sometime? You seem to be quite the expert.” He lets his eyes wander suggestively. Such a shame the dance requires to your turn, though feeling your back pressed against him, as his arm rests around your waist, makes up for it and the way you tilt your head up to look at him as you sway together almost makes him forget you’re not the only ones in this room. You might look like ice but Cauldron be damned you certainly spark a fire within him.
“Since you seem so desperately in need of my touch, I will gladly offer my assistance.” You breathe, smile turning somewhat wicked. He threw a ball, and you simply hit it out of the park. No need to be shy about it. Not that you have any intentions of being so. It became clear that your previous interactions, some dalliances in younger years have not gone forgotten, and the attraction still remains. Wether it will be longterm or just another fling, who knows? For now you’ll indulge in the time you have. You’ll live in the moment and this moment is a good one.
“Are we still talking about apparel?” Rhys knows very well the intent behind your words, just as well as he knows the meaning behind his own. You made him feel like he belonged somewhere all those years ago. You make him feel so now too. That hasn’t changed. You look gorgeous but equally beautiful is your mind. Attraction is only partially physical and right now he’d desire nothing more than to bask in your comforts, the ones you offer aplenty. Though, with the way you look at him now, he’d love to take that heavy dress off you should you desire it so.
“Do you truly care about appearances?” You spin, the beads and crystals at the hem hitting the floor, and swaying across it as you continue the dance. Every step is precise, within rhythm, and perfectly executed. You’d expect nothing less from a noble raised, and you’d certainly learned too, if these are the events you’re attending. They come with certain rules, certain expectations and you’d always been one to defy expectations. That’s exactly why many of the males look at Rhysand wishing to be in his place now, staring daggers at him, or simply crestfallen they are not holding you in their arms but they could never satisfy you, not truly. You’d want more. You’d want truth without decorum but the ability to act. You need change and adventure, you need chaos and not just some prim and proper lapdog seeing to your every whim, or worse someone who would try to shape you into the perfect little trophy. Rhysand offers you adventure and freedom and maybe that’s why you agreed to him, indulged him and are quite satisfied with where this evening is going.
Centuries ago you met a young male with a bright mind, strong opinions and a dream for a better life, a better future, and the willingness to sacrifice what he had to to make that come true, yet never at the cost of what he holds dear. Now you see a high lord with many secrets, and far more on his plate than he should carry but someone with a love for what he does, even if he hates the bad parts, even if he hates being who he is here in the public eye, but you know what he holds close to his heart, what he protects and preserves. He would not exchange this for the world. You share his dreams, his ideals and his hopes and that lets you know, this is right. These choices are right.
“Only when I have to. Which right now, I suppose I don’t care about appearances.” The music comes to an end and you are face to face. You take a step back, step out of his arms and suddenly feel yourself cold without him there. You curtsey. He bows. You take a sep back, and another and another, staring into those violet eyes daring him to follow until you reach the edge of the crowd and then you turn on your heels, cast one final look over your shoulder and leave the ballroom. Rhysand, slowly follows behind, grins and watches you move through the people. Couples start filling the dance floor once more as he leaves, and plenty of eyes are on him, just as plenty are on yours. Rhysand scans the crowd for his companions, and finds he better should have stayed ignorant so he pushes those thoughts aside, sends a warning and informs them he’ll be elsewhere and they better behave themselves. He knows it’s useless but he couldn’t care less right now, not when he follows you, not when he connects with you as you tap your temple when you look over your shoulder once more to see him still following.
“Come on then. Don’t leave a girl waiting.” You humour and he laughs.
Weaving through the people and leaving the grounds of the event you lead the high lord of the night court up the stairs, the path to your chambers feeling far too long. Once you’ve reached the fourth floor you wait at the top of the stairs. Rhysand tentatively covers the distance, standing but two steps below you when you drop your hands on his shoulders, brushing along the silver work of his jacket. He dares bring his hands to your hips as he steps up one more step, as you stand on the edge of the top of the stairs; hair’s breath apart.
“May I?” He asks, eyes cast down towards your lips, slightly parted before they return to your eyes. You don’t reply in words but instead press your lips to his. You kiss him like there’s no tomorrow and Rhysand shares your sentiment, his hands wandering over your hips, along your waist, around your back pulling you closer to him, against him before one wanders to the underside of your breast, where between the beads and crystals that cover what’s expected to be covered but leave just enough skin exposed for you to moan into his mouth at that touch and given you weave your fingers into his hair, pull lightly at the roots and press closer into him, he repeats the motion.
“Sixth door on the right. Now” You instruct between kisses and you feel his lips curl upwards against yours. Rhysand sweeps you off your legs and lifts you in his arms, not once breaking contact with you and follows the hall without as much as a stumble. You drape one of your arms around his shoulders for support but let the other come to play with the closures of his jacket, undoing the ones you can read already.
“So eager.” He chuckles, allowing you to open the door.
“Not like you mind it but keep being cocky and you can stay out here.” You retort as he steps past the threshold. At your silent request he puts you back down, onto your feet. with a snap of your fingers lights spark to life in the interior, not too bright, but enough to reflect off your dress and basking you in a silver blue glow, one that reminds Rhys of real ice but also the stars he so admires. Leave it to you to charm him wholly. A dangerous thing, but he likes a little risk every so often. He certainly won’t back down from this one, especially not when that risk looks ravishing.
“Once upon a time you called it one of my more redeemable qualities.” He jokes and comes up behind you and discarding his jacket on the way. He brushes his fingers along your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You cross your arms and snort.
“How ignorant I must have been.” You roll your eyes but then your attitude dies down when Rhys’ lips trail along the column of your neck and you feel his fingers trail down the buttons down the back of your dress. Slowly he undoes the first and when you make no protests, instead moan when you feel his teeth graze along the dip of your shoulder, he moves on to the next, and the next and the next. With it he kisses lower and lower, with each button undone until he reaches the last one, right above your tailbone. You hold the dress to your chest, and turns as the high lord of the night court sits kneeled before you, looking up to you.
“You look like a queen.” He comments.
“So I’ve been told.” You let one of the straps drop from your shoulders.
“You’ll look equally regal without it.” You urge him to rise, and when he does, ever so gently removes your hands from where they hold the dress in place, he pushes the final strap off your shoulder and so the fitted garment slides from your body. Rhysand admires your form, even curve, every dip, every mark, freckle, scar and spot. He admires every inch of your body.
“And you are entirely overdressed.” You take a step towards him, letting your fingers trace along the waistband of his fine trousers, pull free the shirt he wore underneath that jacket, and begin to lift it over his head. Rhysand watches as you trail along the markings on his torso, from the tattoos to the scars he’s collected over the years. You don’t shy away, you let your hands roam, and behind them follow your lips. He can’t do anything but watch you, as you trail down, slowly but surely make your way to the closures of the fabric he wants to get rid of but he’ll let you play the game now. Plenty of games he’ll have the opportunity to play later.
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You run your fingers over his length, still covered and feel him tense, feel him twitch and you tut. You’ve pushed your luck because next you feel his hand brush along your breast, ever so lightly along your nipple, enough to tease but never enough to give you the true satisfaction. Rhysand laughs at your frustration. You suppose it’s payback and you get the message. You pull him free, make quick work of his final garments, and guide him along to your bed. When you push him to sit, he moves back on the bed, lets you crawl over him, lets your hands wander as you are face to face, crown still atop your head and he’s never seen anything more arousing than the image of you above him, looking like a true queen, in nothing but that crown. His hands fall to your hips, stroking around the roundness of your behind, as you kiss him deeply, tongue clashing with his and you ground your hips downward, along his aching length. He just raises his hips to meet yours, before he lets his fingers sink between your lower lips. He moans when he feels your own arousal. Perhaps he might have made a comment about how so little has gotten you so wet but now does not seem the right time and instead he moans your name when he feels your fingers wrap around him and give a tentative stroke up and down in retort.
“Enough games?” Rhys mutters against your lips as he presses his forehead against yours.
“Yeah. Enough games.” You moan as you feel him line himself up and you simply let yourself sink down. You drape your arms across his shoulders and rock your hips as his paced thrusts meet your movement. He relishes in the way your breath catches, in the little sounds you make, when you whisper his name, ask for more and he is happy to give it to you. The ice queen melts in his embrace and neither of you would have it any other way, not when you find sweet release time and time again. You’ll deal with the aftermath of your not so inconspicuous escapade some other time. For now you’ll enjoy each other’s intimate company.
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Joel x platonic male reader
Summary:
So teen male reader is basically replacement of Ellie, And in the David situation David succeeds (To quickly be shot by Joel) Hurt/comfort with father figure Joel. Basically It is the aftermath of it, the actual assault isn't written since it's the comfort that comes after (I wrote this as a coping mechanism🥰)
Warnings: S/a (Described after it happened) Swearing? General violence
A gunshot rang through the air. David hit the ground, dead in an instant. There you where, on the ground sobbing until you puked.
Joel ran up to you pulling you into his arms, in your panicked state you screamed- it was a terrified scream that broke Joels heart, you shrieked for him to get off before seeing who it was, he remained unmoving as pounded your fists against his chest weakly, you felt his hands cup your face softly
"It's me.. it's me" he said, his voice soft and breaking, your eyes softened in recognition as you saw him, instantly throwing yourself into his arms, he held you, his hand cupping the back of your head gently "It's ok Babyboy, I'm here... I'm here" He assured, you barely registered it.
You turned your head to look towards where David had- had hurt you, But Joel gently redirected you to look at him, holding your face "Don't look at him, he's gone, he's dead, it's just me, I got you" he told you, his own eyes teared, you nodded, completely dazed, not even beginning to comprehend what had just happened.
"Wanna go" Was all you could muster out. He nodded and pulled his coat around you, and guided you out into the snow, heading to shelter.
The walk was quiet, apart from you're own sniffling, Joel didn't even know what to say. He saw what David was doing, he saw the way he was hurting you, And it broke his fucking heart. You where just a kid- practically a baby in his eyes, His baby. How anyone could do that disgusting thing to anyone let alone a child, an innocent child. Joel was fuming, he wished he could have prolonged David's death, make it hurt. But he knew you needed him more than you needed revenge.
"Sweetie?" he asked, you looked up at him, his tone suggesting he had been trying to get your attention awhile now, you only just realizing you here inside a house now "You hurt?" he asked, taking your bag from you. You shrugged, You hurt all over, it was hard to tell what was serious enough to bring up.
He eyed you carefully "Ok... Can I check?" You hesitated, you hated that you hesitated, it was Joel, he would never hurt you... but he could, easily- no, no you shouldn't think like that, he wouldn't, he would never.
Apparently you where quiet long enough that Joel caught on. "Sweetheart, I just need to make sure nothings broken, is that alright?" You nodded
He had you lay down on the couch. "Alright, where does it hurt?" he asked. You wanted to say everywhere, but your ribs hurt like a bitch. "Ribs" You answered blankly. He sighed and nodded "Alright...I'll need to check the damage, can I lift your top up? Just enough to check" he asked hesitantly, he knew this would be tough for you after... what just happened.
You didn't want him too, but you knew it had to be done. "Fine"
You thought you where fine, when he lifted your top up he eyes your ribs, but when you felt him touch- you tenses, he noticed.
"Hey, hey look at me" he said, you did. He pushed the hair out of your face "It's ok, I just need to check, I'm sorry sweetie, if you need a break it's ok, I just need to check, it'll be quick" he assured softly. "I'm fine" You told him. He knew you weren't.
He ran his finger along your ribs gently, apologizing every time you winced. "Fractured" He said simply after a moment "Nothing we can't fix" He grunted as he stood. "I'll get some ice, icicle or something from outside for it tomorrow … you want to get all cleaned up?" he asked.
"Please" Your voice was small, you felt so fucking dirty- physically you could wash off the filth but... you knew the feeling still wouldn't go away.
"Alright, I just need to get some snow, I will be back ok?" You looked up at him, a wave of anxiety rushing over you "Don't go" You asked, your voice practically a whimper. He looked crushed to see you like this "Oh Babyboy..." He sighed, his heart ached, he cupped your face "I will be back ok? I promise you that, you'll be safe ok? five minutes tops" he promised.
"Promise?" "Promise"
He did come back shortly- you had no way to actually check the time, but he was quick, he had a bucket of snow which he melted by the fire he started in the fireplace. He used a spare shirt of his as a rag and came up to you again.
"Do you want me to?" He asked, he didn't want to touch you any more than you where comfortable with- hell if he went through what you did he wouldn't let anyone touch him for months. You nodded, you didn't want to move much.
He gently dabbed at your face, wiping away the blood, he wiped down your cuts on your ribs and stomach as well, you still tensed but you made no move to stop him.
He finished and you two sat in silence awhile, he had his arm around you at this point, you leant into his chest.
"Joel...Joel I was so scared" You finally spoke "I know baby, I know" he let you lay onto him, cry into him "Joel I- he- he" "I know...I know I'm so sorry sweetheart" He stroked your hair gently "You won't ever have to worry about him again" This honestly didn't make you feel better, the damage was done.
"Joel I'm gross" You sobbed, "No...No baby you're not, he was gross "I know- I know he was, but he still- he- to me" "I know...sweetheart I know what … what he did and I'm so sorry I wasn't there in time"
You broke down again, sobbing into him "I know baby I know... just breath for me, can you do that? In and out" He exaggerated his breaths. You tried, you really did, but in the end all he could really do was wait until you tired yourself out, he let you scream all you needed.
"Just let it out Babyboy it's ok... it's all going to be ok" he assured his gentle comforting words for as long as you needed, and then for longer.
Awhile past, everything was a blur, you didn't know how long you where crying, you felt broken, fucking destroyed and the only thing holding you together was Joel right now, hugging you with fatherly love.
"You alright?" "No" "Yea dumb question, sorry" he sighed and kissed the top of you head "You alright to sleep?" You sniffed "I don't wanna be alone" "You don't have to be, not ever again"
You watched, dazed as he set up the two of yours mats. He came up to you and lead you to them, helping you lay down, you winced, your ribs aching, shooting pain. You got laid down and Joel laid next to you. You stared at the ceiling awhile. "Can I move closer, please?" You asked, your voice cracking "Yea, course Babyboy" he replied, he moved himself closer to you so you wouldn't have to expend the effort, he was overly cautious with you, he didn't want to hurt you anymore than you already had been.
You nuzzled into his chest, he felt safe. He felt comforting, he hesitantly wrapped his arm around you, making sure you where ok, rubbing your back soothingly. "You'll be ok, everything will be ok, I'm here, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere" he told you, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, he assured you, spoke to you in a gentle voice until you fell asleep.
Once you did, he cried, he hugged you close and he cried, he had to keep it together for you but now he just ached, his little boy, his poor little boy hurt so bad, and he wasn't there- he should have been there for you. He'd never let anything happen to you again he swore, he had to keep himself safe so he could keep you safe, you where his everything he realized. He needed you as much as you needed him.
#joel the last of us#the last of us#x platonic!reader#father son relationship#male reader#hurt/comfort#platonic cuddling
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Killer frost male reader x ikaris fighting all over the city and I comes to a stop when ikaris flies over male reader while he is using his powers to make a one pathway and picks him up and drops them both into an ally and ikaris kisses him
Ikaris flew around the city of New York. Now that he was shunned by his own people, Ikaris had to do something to pass the time of his immortal life. He was a photographer under the alias of Ike Harris and lived a pretty normal life. Bleh. But with superheroes like the Avengers. Justice League. The Flash. Supergirl. There was no reason for Ikaris to get involved in mortal affairs. Until tonight.
He flew over a nearby bank, when the sound of an alarm caught his attention. From his vantage point up in the air, Ikaris could see that it was a metahuman stealing money from the bank.
Now, he normally didn't get involved in mortal affairs or problems, but tonight he felt like he should. He flew down for a better look to see it was the infamous Killer Frost. What's doing so far away from Central City? He's usually the Flash's problem, but tonight, he's Ikaris's.
"No honor amongst thieves? That's cold." Ikaris said. "Especially, with the holidays right around the corner."
Killer Frost turned around and gave him a cold smile. Literally. "And just who the hell are you, huh? A good Samaritan? An idiot in a navy jacket?"
"Actually, my friends call me Ikaris. So, let's just skip the theatrics and you just give back the money and turn yourself in. And we'll call it a night." Ikaris said.
"I've got a better idea." Ikaris watched as a mist of cold formed on Killer Frost's hands and raised them towards Ikaris. "How bout you leave, and I won't kill you slowly and painfully."
Ikaris smiled. "I'd love to see you try."
Killer Frost launched a bunch of icicle spears at the Eternal as Ikaris's eyes glowed gold, and he shot each of the attacks down with his optical lasers. Ikaris smiled at him. "I think you should give up now."
"Are you a discount Superman? Gender bender Supergirl? Though, you are much cuter than both of them combined.
"Better. An Eternal. Give up yet? And you think I'm cute?" Ikaris was shocked that the villain admitted that out loud.
"You are. And unfortunately, I don't have time to play with you right now." Ikaris watched as Killer Frost made an ice barrier between them that reached the ceiling. "See ya around, hero." He winked and Ikaris watched as he summoned an ice slide and he slid away.
Ikaris had to admire the young man's spirit. He was cocky and arrogant, but Ikaris liked that for some reason. He smiled and punched through the ice easily as he flew after him.
When Killer Frost realized that Ikaris was following him, he tried to blast him with his cry Oki Erickson powers of ice as ika weaved and dodged the attacks, before firing his lasers at the slide controlled by Frost, until it broke, and he fell towards the ground.
Ikaris quickly flew downward and caught the ice meta until they were in an alleyway. He looks up at Ikaris. "That was cold." He glared at Ikaris.
"It was." Ikaris agreed. "But so is this." He leaned down and captured his lips into a kiss.
#x male reader#male reader insert#male x male#richard madden#Richard Madden x male reader#ikaris x reader#ikaris x male reader#mcu#eternals#killer frost#male reader killer Frost#the flash
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𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐡𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭 | married
PAIRING. cameron mahkent x female! reader
WORD COUNT. 0.3k
WARNINGS. none
NOTES. a small drabble inspired by season four’s end credit scene
"Get ready, everyone!" Lucas yells, gaining the wedding reception's attention. "The bride is about to throw the bouquet!"
M'gann stands at the center of the dance floor, holding her red and white bouquet.
You watch as Zatanna, Raquel, M'ree, and Donna walk towards the center of the dance floor, whispering among one another excitedly. Even a few of the younger girls join the bouquet toss.
"What's everyone gathering around for?" your boyfriend, Cameron, asks from beside you.
"Well, the bouquet toss is when the bride throws her flowers, and whoever catches the bouquet will be the next one to get married," you explain.
Cameron looks down at you like an excited puppy. "Can I join?"
"You can, but—"
"Yes!" Cameron's fists pump the air before rushing toward the other single ladies.
You shake your head, chuckling in amusement.
"Cameron knows he needs to be single to be with the others, right?" Artemis says, sitting in Cameron's chair.
"Let's just leave him," you say. "Cameron's never been to a wedding before, and I think it's sweet he wants to join in on the festivities. Especially since it's Conner's and M'gann's big day."
"One... Two... Three!"
M'gann throws the bouquet over her shoulder, and you watch as everyone desperately jumps to catch it.
Lucas announces, "And the lucky lady is..."
Now you know your boyfriend is tall, at least taller than the average male, but you didn't expect Cameron to grab the bouquet mid-air.
"Icicle Junior?"
Artemis burst into laughter, and so does the rest of the guests. Conner congratulates his friend, patting Cameron on the back while your boyfriend shows the bouquet off as if it were a trophy.
"Looks like you're next to get married," Artemis teases, nudging you playfully.
You stare at Cameron across the dance floor, catching his blue eyes looking back at you in bliss. He gestures to the bouquet before winking at you.
You lean into your chair, smiling to yourself. "I guess I am."
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๑ keep safe : crimson red icicles (9)
one piece x male reader
chances in my veins,
i'm running out of time
『 prev 』
tw: slight gore (?), self-inflicted wounds
as they were running up the mountain, sanji and luffy were taking part in a very childish conversation. [name] wished he had the energy to be apart of it, but with the way he felt as if his insides were turning into solid ice, he refrained.
he was really, really, really bad in extreme cold climates, same went for hot climates too.
his body wasn’t made to deal with that type of stuff. and it was annoying that he was made like that because now his face felt as if it were completely frozen. his feet, even though they were angrily running across the snowy biome, felt heavier than ever before — the feeling in them was completely gone too.
then finally they came across what dalton warned them about: a lapin.
sparing time for a fight against such a small creature was out of the question. they had no time to waste and they all collectively ignored and dodged it whenever it tried deterring or attacking them.
thankfully, sanji took care of it as quickly as possible. but a part of [name] did feel bad to hear the poor thing cry out in pain from the kick.
[name] grit his teeth as his eyes narrowed at the terrain ahead. it seemed that attacking a lapin was inevitable as now, the three of them stood in front of what seemed to be a whole army of rabbits.
he could make out their figures if he squinted hard enough, his jaw really set in place as he sensed just how many were really out.
“huh? what are those?” luffy said, eyes wide as he saw the sheer size of the rabbits.
“they’re even bigger than polar bears, it looks like,” [name] added on, grunting as he adjusted the grip he had on nami to make sure she was completely secure, getting into a stance that showed he was ready for a fight.
“so this is the size of a pack of them?!” sanji said in annoyance, clicking his tongue at the inconvenience.
“luffy, sanji, do you know what this means?” [name] checked, looking at the two out of the corner of his eyes, “i’m counting on you guys, okay,”
“what? what do you mean by that?”
“idiot, he obviously means that we do all the fighting, nami-san can’t get anymore injured than she is right now! if [name] does anything to fight them back or if he takes any hits, nami-san will feel everything! so you and i have to take on all the fights, understand?!”
luffy took a second to process it before nodding his head, “alright, [name] leave it to us!”
“i will, now let’s get running,” [name] said, dodging one of the bunnies that tried attacking him, and running off to the side.
he didn’t look back once, knowing that he only had to worry about what was ahead of him and that luffy and sanji were trustworthy enough to take care of whatever was behind him.
he ran and dodged a couple of bunnies that were ahead, jumping on a couple of them for a height leverage and made sure that nami was secure anytime that he could.
unfortunately, it seemed that the battle would only grew to be more aggressive the higher they went and [name] was really feeling it to his core now. his breathing was coming out completely white, his face was becoming even more red at its high points and his legs felt like lead.
but for nami’s life, he knew that he had to push forward.
when they ran through many lapins that were standing in their way, [name] thought they’d have a break from being chased down, but his assumptions were wrong. when he thought they were in the clear, there was a shroud of lapins that were awaiting them. they looked like an intimidating white shadow over the horizon.
“i’m about to take care of them myself,” [name] said, trying to control his chattering teeth.
“no! no way!” sanji rebuked.
“i’m a long distance fighter anyway, it’s alright if i take care of some!” [name] said, his patience wearing incredibly thin, “there’s no way we can fight all of them individually, the more we run the more off course we get…if this keeps up, i can’t guarantee nami’s safety!”
“stop trying to jinx things! just leave it to us for now!” sanji said, wanting to fight against [name] participating in fights for as long as possible.
“if they get too close, i can’t guarantee that i will!” [name] shot back, watching carefully as the lapins started to jump up and down. it seemed as if there was no point to their repetitive jumping, but [name] put two and two together: if you assumed they weren’t up to anything, they’d definitely be doomed.
so he stiffened to brace for something to happen.
and when the snow that was far ahead began to crumble towards them, his fists clenched at his sides.
“you’re fucking with me right now!” he shouted out into the snowy abyss, recognizing the signs of an avalanche right away.
he had an idea of how to get away, but he didn’t know if it’d be healthy to use it with nami’s condition. he knew his body could take it, but if nami would even survive him using it once, it was unknown.
so he wouldn’t use soru, he decided. because even if it was conveinent for him to use to get away, if nami’s health could be in an even more compromised position, he wouldn’t risk it.
“the only option is to run, let’s go, both of you!” [name] commanded, adjusting nami once more and hoping that the ropes would stay completely tight. he had to free his hands, use them to gain the most momentum when running away. he couldn’t securely have his arms around her.
he knew that the rope he tied was effective, but having his arms to support her legs was still a comfort he wasn’t exactly the most prepared to give up. the snow was quickly approaching so he cleared his mind and only focused on running.
sanji and luffy were close behind and eventually, he caught sight of a cliff. sanji had the same idea in mind because he soon directed them to all take advantage of the height.
the three all stood at the edge of the cliff, but [name] quickly realized it would be enough. they weren’t high enough.
[name] grit his teeth, ripping off one of his gloves with his canines, spat it out, and took a dagger out from the sheath that was resting on his hip. he stabbed into his palm with no hesitation, gritting his teeth and watched as the blood spurted out.
“oi, [name] what the hell are you doing?!” sanji cried out, watching in horror as [name] maimed himself and also at the approaching avalanche.
“hey! [name]!” luffy shouted in shock, eyes going wide and almost completely white.
[name] ignored them and stabbed himself once more in the arm to cause more blood to gush out of his wound. after putting the dagger away, he grabbed luffy and sanji by their collars with his clean hand and timed his jump with the avalanche.
the trio were completely vulnerable in the air, but [name] quickly thought fast and held the two close to him. he made sure he was facing the ground and focused on the blood spilling from his arm as he held his bleeding and wounded arm in front of him.
“come on, you fucker!” [name] shouted at no one in particular, “i know it’s cold enough, so this shit better work!”
“[name]’s gone crazy!” luffy shouted, looking at him in disbelief.
“luffy, sanji, nami!” [name] shouted, getting ready to time his “creation” correctly, “please pardon the mess!”
the two looked at him in confusion but their eyes widened drastically when they noticed what was going on.
the blood [name] had let dribble down and spurt out of his arm was turning solid underneath them. it was even taking shape. a large sled, the ones that a person would use as a child, was created and solidified underneath them. it wasn’t fancy, just a smooth tube for them to ride to glide down the mountain without suffocating due to snow.
“you two, grab ahold of me — watch out for nami!” [name] commanded, sticking his entire bleeding arm into the snow. he shouted at the pain that shot up his arm, but continued to keep his limb implanted inside.
out of nowhere, the crafted sled turned to the side, fighting against the snow current. [name]’s arm in the snow was slowing them down, thankfully, but the way the lapins were still charging after them made him stressed.
“unbearable bastards! i hope you all get buried,” [name] cursed under his breath, directing their sled and fighting against the current of the snow as hard as he could.
but the icy pain was getting torturous, to the point he felt like passjng out. his entire arm was buried underneath the fluffy snow. his heart was slowing down, it had been the moment they started their journey. slower heart rate meant less blood pumping. less blood pumping meant he was running out of what he could use - without completely endangering his life, of course.
he could always just cut into his flesh once more and he was entirely prepared to - but that was a worst case scenario choice. he still needed to be conscious for the rest of the journey, obviously. passing out due to blood loss would only be more of a burden on sanji and luffy.
“shit, there’s still more snow coming down!” sanji cursed and his grip on the sled was wearing thin. “[name], i’m gonna-”
before he could finish his sentence, sanji went flying and luffy in a concerned filled haze, jumped after him.
“idiots!” [name] cursed, but instead focused on getting nami to safety before he went to rescue those two. finally, they reached a point on their journey where nami would be safe, or as safe as she could be, on her own.
she had blood splattered across her face, which [name] gingerly wiped away before setting her down on the snow. he untied the ropes in a hurry - throwing his cloak over her and promised her that he’d be back.
he looked over the terrain in focus, seemingly glaring at the snow before nodding in determination. he was able to see where luffy and sanji had dropped off. at least they were close to each other, [name] thought to himself before jumping into the snow.
to him, it felt as though it was an ice bath. but he bore through it, understanding that this was not the time to pay attention to that. sanji and luffy were up ahead, a couple dozen feet away. and nami was waiting for him!
he had to bear it for a little longer!
even if he was lightheaded from blood loss, even if he could physically feel his heart going slower — as if it were freezing, even if his legs were close to being completely numb.
“fucking snow,” he breathed out, lifting luffy up from the snow and throwing him over his shoulder, “fucking disease for infecting nami,” he said, stomping through the snow and looking for sanji. “fucking island for only having one doctor, how idiotic is that!”
when he got a grip on sanji’s jacket collar, he brought him to the surface quickly. the both seemed to have passed out, probably due to the sudden cold shock.
but he carried the both of them to where he had left nami.
he got to work in re-tying nami’s ropes, making sure they were tight. the cuts on his arm were no longer dripping, but rather turned into icicles in the cold snowy winds. crimson red shards were attatched to his skin and he grunted as he broke them off, throwing them down the snowy mountain without a second thought.
he looked at the arm and hand he had stabbed, attempting to move it at all. under his cloak was just a simple shirt so he made contact with the freezing snow with no protective boundary. his arm looked like it was turning purple, as were his fingertips now that he had discarded his glove. he cursed under his breath, finding it took a lot of effort to even wiggle his fingers back and forth.
“fucking stupid weather, i hate this island!” [name] shouted into the nothingness that surrounded them. his shouts made luffy stir awake on the ground.
sanji and nami remained unresponsive.
“[name]?! are they okay?!” luffy cried out, running to nami’s side, “is she alive?!”
“yeah, she is, but we have to go, now. you can make it, right?”
luffy’s eyes lingered on [name]’s mauled arm and hand, nodding as his hat shadowed his eyes.
“you take sanji, nami will be with me,” [name] said, luffy following the command easily.
[name] crouched down, getting nami’s cocooned body to rest snug against his. at least she herself provided some warmth to him, but without a doubt, he missed his cloak terribly.
he just hoped that this castle had sufficient heating, he felt like he needed to de-thaw himself as soon as possible. with nami and sanji both accounted for, [name] and luffy began their trek back up the mountain.
“you saved us back there, thank you, [name],” luffy said sincerely, watching with grim eyes as [name]’s arm showed dried blood.
“you’re my captain, she’s my navigator, and he’s my chef,” [name] obviously stated, taking in a deep breath, “of course i’d save you guys!”
he forced himself to smile, to ease luffy’s conscience.
luffy looked at him in shock before bowing his head down.
deep down, luffy began to feel incompetent. there were a bunch of thoughts running through his head, like if it was his fault entirely nami was sick? did he drag the whole crew, especially vivi, down with his antics?
[name] didn’t let him think about it for long though, seemingly reading his mind and pressing his bleeding hand along luffy’s strawhat.
“take it easy, captain, i’ll look out for us from now on,” [name] said simply before picking up his pace. "it's not all resting on your shoulders anymore, not while i'm here."
the two were running as fast as they could, now desperate for medical attention for almost all members of their travelling party. on the way to the top, they encountered a small lapin who was pawing at its parent.
“stupid bunny,” [name] murmured under his breath as he eyes the pathetic creature.
there was a pause as he and luffy both lifted the paw of its parent out of the snow, walking off before they could waste more time.
it seemed, though, their time was just made to be wasted today as they now encountered a familiar face.
“splinter shitter?” [name] asked out loud, recognizing the ugly face of their past enemy.
“we’ll teach you to not mess with us,” the crew next to wapol screamed.
“luffy, no fighting if you can help it! we’re all injured here and have sanji and nami to look out for! be serious!” [name] reminded him, “just keep running,”
“i know! don’t berate me!” luffy said in annoyance, finding it incredibly difficult to hold back his attacks as he could only dodge.
[name] jumped through the air in disgust of their attacks, knowing that they were only fighting so hard against them to take advantage of their weakened friends.
“i’ll kill you guys when i come back!” [name] shouted, tilting his head ever so slightly and causing the two of his lackeys to fall over. but they assumed it was the strong wind and continued their assaults.
thankfully, those lapins they had saved earlier did not forget the kindness of their actions. they jumped in [name]’s and luffy’s defense, creating a wall between the strawhats and the stupid wapol pirates.
“thanks, you saved us,” luffy said quickly, recognizing the animals, before running ahead with [name]. “[name] that was rude, you didn’t even say thank you to them!”
eventually, the wind got so strong that [name] couldn’t feel his arms or legs. but they were so close. the harsher the climate was, the closer they were. and his assumptions were proven correct as they were soon greeted by some cylindrical post, and at the top was the castle.
“let’s go, don’t think twice,” [name] advised. he walked over to luffy and sanji, gently unwrapping the scarf from sanji, quietly apologizing as he did so, and used that to secure sanji around luffy’s waist. he even made the blonde wrap his arms around luffy’s neck for extra security.
“[name], are you ready?”
[name] laughed, “wasn’t this whole journey a good enough sign for you, captain?! let’s get going already!” he ripped off his other gloves, knowing he’s get a better grip on the walls if he went in without a barrier between his fingers and the rocks.
luffy agreed with a hearty shout and the duo began their climb.
[name] was struggling due to the extreme frostbite he was experiencing, as well as the hole in his left hand, and the numbness in all his limbs. luffy was exhausted from running and fighting and only just woke up from passing out a couple of minutes ago.
the both of them were tired beyond their limits, but knew that this was life or death.
nami and sanji were both counting on them.
the wind was picking up the higher they were going and it genuinely felt like someone was cutting [name]’s fingers with each breeze that blew by. he cursed under his breath each time he had to go up one.
then his head whipped around in concern as he saw sanji slip from luffy’s back. that scarf could only take so much weight for so long.
“luffy!” [name] cried out in worry, eyes going white as he saw that sanji was only getting farther away.
“sanji!” luffy shouted, bringing his arm to whip backwards to catch the falling chef. the momentum of his swing, and the fact that the surface they were climbing was completely straight up made luffy fell back as well.
“shit!” [name] shouted, smacking his injured hand onto a particularly sharp edge of a rock and reopening the once frozen wound from his hand. blood seeped out almost instantly, splattering across his face.
but he only focused on sending it down to luffy, “grab on, luffy!”
the rubber man listened, stretching his hand and grabbing onto the solidified and frozen blood of [name]’s wound and grunting as he felt himself stop midair, due to [name]’s anchoring. sanji was now being held up by his teeth and he focused on making it back up the mountain to meet [name].
luffy’s fingers and toes were bleeding, completely ruined by the stone wall they were climbing. [name]’s hand wound was reopened and bleeding profusely. the cold wasn’t helping the h/c haired man’s heart either.
if they didn’t make it to the top soon…he’d surely die.
the treacherous journey seemed to last for hours on end before they finally made it to the snowy top.
[name] grunted, swinging his arm back and launching luffy and sanji forward. it didn’t take long for him to join them, falling face first to ensure that nami wouldn’t feel the entirety of his weight crush her.
just when he thought they were safe, the snow that [name] and nami had collapsed on began to slide at their weight. and before he could stop it, they were falling off of the top.
“save me, you cunt!” he shouted, sensing someone at the top of the mountain — very close by. but he was prepared to use his blood to stop their descent once more, if this figure didn’t act fast enough. but it was unnecessary, as a warm, fuzzy, strong hand stopped their fall.
[name] squinted as he looked up at the figure, feeling his vision go blurry as he tried to catch a look at the savior.
“hah? reindeer?” [name] breathed out in confusion. and those were his last words before he fell limp in the hands of the one who caught them, completely passing out.
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MARIO + RABBIDS MASTERLIST
Edge:
Edge x fem!fun loving reader
Edge having a nightmare about her S/O
Edge x Fem!Animal lover reader
Edge x animal lover reader part. 2
Edge and fem!reader on a date
Edge x carefree!reader
Edge x carefree!reader part 2
Biker gang leader Edge x Gn!Reader
Edge dealing with the loss of her S/O
Edge dealing with the loss of her S/O part 2
Edge meeting her s/o after a break up
Bird problems
Edge proposing to her S/O
Edge proposing to her s/o part 2
Meeting Edge's little sister
Edge x platonic!wolf creature reader
List
List part 2
Edge x Fem!Reader: Snowman
Edge and hurt reader
Edge and fem!Reader on a date
Edge x reader x darkmess Edge
Don't get up. I will
Fem!Reader meeting Edge
Royal!Reader x Royal guard!Edge
DRYAD:
Reader meets the Dryad
LUIGI:
Luigi x headfirst!Reader
Luigi x Boo!Reader
Cocoa
Snow day
Luigi and ghost!reader:Not alone
Luigi and s/o on a date
RABBID PEACH:
Shhh stop fussing I'm just braiding your hair
MARIO:
Cocoa
Vespa
No it's just I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes
Your lips are really warm
Period comfort
You're exhausted baby
BEEP-O:
Beep-o x reader who asks lots of questions
Beep-o x daydreamer reader
Winter special- Icicle
Beep-o x reader who has night terrors.
Beep-o and child!reader going on adventures
Beep-o recieving a little kiss
Jealous Beep-o x reader
Beep-o x reader angst
Beep-o and artsy reader
Beep-o catches you dance
Beep-o and inventor!Reader
Going on a date with Beep-o
PEACH:
Candle scent
MIDNITE:
Midnite x gn!reader that suffers the cold
DAPHNE:
Daphne x florist!Reader
RABBID MARIO:
Warming up Rabbid Mario
Male!Reader confessing to Rabbid Mario
RABBID LUIGI:
Alone
Rabbid Luigi x Gay!Reader headcanons
Spicey Rabbid Luigi x M!Reader
BEDROCK:
Winter special- Dreidel
BEA:
Platonic Bea x reader after Phantom dumped her
But I want to hear you sing
WOODLOW:
Woodlow x good luck!Reader
SWEETLOPEK:
Sweetlopek taking care of a sick!Reader
PHANTOM OF THE BWHAPERA:
Reader meeting baby Phantom
AUGIE:
Platonic Augie x reader who's comforting him
DUOS:
Rabbid Luigi x Reader x Rabbid Rosalina
Rabbid Peach x reader x Midnite
Bowser x gn!reader x Bedrock
Edge x reader x Beep-o
Luigi x GN!Reader x Bowser
Dryad x reader x woodsman:Tree decorations
Beep-o x reader x Augie:Stargazing was a good idea
Playing pocky game with Rabbid Luigi and Rabbid Peach
Rabbid Mario x M!reader x Rabbid Luigi
Mario/Luigi:You make me proud you know that right?
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DC Comics Masterlist
Main Masterlist
Includes characters from different DC universes such as Arrowverse, Gotham, and Batman 2022
Generic DC/Unspecified Multiverse
Clark Kent
Developing Powers
Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’
Physical Sex: AMAB
Rating: M/Mentions of sexual situations, nudity
Warnings: Characters are the same age, high school aged characters, awkward teenagers, pillow fights, farm boys being farm boys, showers, cold showers, accidental peeping Tom, mentions of masturbationSummary: Clark’s developing powers complicate things when his best friend stays over the weekend.
Slade Wilson
A Test
Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’
Physical Sex: AMAB
Rating: E/Smut, violence
Warnings: Unhealthy relationship, power dynamics, mentor/protege, Reader is referred to as younger, forced masturbation, hand job, anal fingering, left unsatisfied, voyeurism, first time anal penetration
Summary: During the usual sparring session of your training Slade gives an unexpected order.
Tie
Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’, ‘man’, and ‘handsome’
Physical Sex: AFAB implied
Rating: G/Fluff
Warnings: Mentor/protege, Reader is referred to as younger, Slade says trans rights, trans reader, ftm reader, suits and ties, transition process, tying ties, fluff, Slade being nice for once, undercover mission
Summary: Slade teaches you to knot your tie.
Breaking Point
Pronouns: None Mentioned
Physical Sex: AMAB
Rating: E/Smut
Warnings: dubious consent, mentor/protege, Reader is referred to as younger, sparing, violence, groping, clothed older man and naked younger man, power imbalance, anal fingering, anal sex, rough sex, sex toys, prostate massager, somnophilia, fucked so hard you pass out, forehead kisses, cuddling
Summary: Showing weakness during training has consequences.
Out
Pronouns: he/him
Physical Sex: AFAB
Rating: T/Language
Warnings: Mentor & protege, Reader is referred to as younger, Slade says trans rights, trans reader, ftm reader, transition process, fluff, Slade being nice for once, Ish is a hormone dealer but only for Slade’s kids and apprentices, themes around menstruation are not specific or graphic, background relationship: Ish/Joey
Summary: You ran out of hormones, annoyingly causing your cycle to start up again, but you’re stuck on a mission with Slade.
Arrowverse
Eobard Thawne
Fog: Eobard Thawne X Gender Neutral Reader
(To be reviewed to standard)
Off Work: Eobard Thawne X Gender Neutral Reader
Prompt: Request, fluff with cuddles
Pronouns: None Mentioned
Physical Sex: None Mentioned
Rating: G/Fluff, tooth rot
Warnings: Eobard is a workaholic, Flash obsession
Summary: The days when Eobard actually sleeps are perfect, just like this one.
Eobard Thawne X Gender Neutral Reader
(To be reviewed to standard)
Henry King Sr
Henry King Sr X Gender Neutral Reader
(To be reviewed to standard)
John Constantine
Headcannons: John Constantine With A Legend Boyfriend
(To be reviewed to standard)
Jordan Mahkent
Hotel Air Conditioning: Jordan Mahkent (Icicle) X Male Reader
(To be reviewed to standard)
My Cousin Is A Little Intense: Jordan Mahkent (Icicle) X Male Reader
(To be reviewed to standard)
Lex Luthor
CW Lex Luthor X Male Reader
(To be reviewed to standard)
Batman (2022)
Edward Nashton
Need
Pronouns: None mentioned; Reader called ‘boyfriend’
Physical Sex: AMAB
Rating: E/Smut
Warnings: Edward being needy, mentions of Riddler stuff, light somnophilia with pre-established consent, multiple orgasms for the Reader, oral sex, riding, rough sex, not proof read, very little dialogue, top Reader, bottom Edward
Summary: Edward often wakes you up when he’s feeling particularly needy. The trick is figuring exactly how he wants it. So long as he’s dizzy by the end, all is as it should be.
Gotham
Edward Nygma
NSFW Alphabet: Edward Nygma
(To be reviewed to standard)
Dark Side: Edward Nygma X Male Reader
Prompt: Request, bottom reader with ‘Riddler mode’ Ed
Pronouns: None Mentioned
Physical Sex: AMAB
Rating: E/Smut
Warnings: Edward Nygma’s darker side, rough sex, soft Ed at the end, he’s arguing with himself, counter sex
Summary: When you come home Ed’s apartment is a mess and you find your boyfriend a bit out of sorts. It’s nothing you can’t handle.
Jervis Tetch
Gaslight Hatter: Jervis Tetch X Gender Neutral Reader
Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Historic
Pronouns: None Mentioned *Reader is a cop and the first female cop in America would have just joined the force around this time so there’s no room for pronoun plot holes, use what you want
Physical Sex: None Mentioned
Rating: T/Violence
Warnings: Mentions of murder/serial murder, based on the comic not the movie, reader is a cop but a cool one I guess, Reader referred to as an Alice by Hatter, I hope you’ve read the book
Summary: 1890s Gotham is facing a new threat after the demise of Jack the Ripper. A madman dressed as the beloved Hatter from a popular storybook who has a pension for playing dress up with the young adults of the city. As an officer working under Inspector Gordon, it’s your job to protect the people.
Oswald Cobblepot
‘Hit If Off’: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader
(To be reviewed to standard)
Just A Gig: Oswald Cobblepot X NSG Reader
(To be reviewed to standard)
Headcannons: Oswald Cobblepot When His Significant Other Is Kidnapped
(To be reviewed to standard)
NSFW Alphabet: Oswald Cobblepot
(To be reviewed to standard)
Relax, Boss: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader
(To be reviewed to standard)
Or Else: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader
(To be reviewed to standard)
Unbeknownst: Oswald Cobblepot X FTM Reader
(To be reviewed to standard)
Not Your Tie: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader
Prompt: Tropesgiving Day 6: Clothing Swap
Pronouns: He/Him, reader called ‘boyfriend’
Physical Sex: None Mentioned
Rating: M/Mature Themes
Warnings: Oswald stays in the closet to get votes, mentions of sex, Ed knows everything and doesn’t hate Oswald, Oswald isn’t in this very much
Summary: After a long night of celebration you arrive at the mayor’s office wearing Oswald’s tie. Luckily for you, Edward is a good friend.
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