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jessybarnes · 8 months

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All Of Me

Fandom: Marvel - Moon Knight

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader / Marc Spector Reader / Moon Knight x Reader / Khonshu x Reader (Platonic)

Rating: 18+ Only!! Minors DNI!!

Tags: Angst, fluff, smut, monsters, injury, blood, crying, guns, fingering (female receiving), light restraint, wall sex, p in v, unprotected sex, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Word Count: 3,177

Beta(s): Just Grammarly and me

Written For:

@anyfandomaubingo - O4: Historical AU

@anyfandomangstbingo - I2: "Put. The. Weapon. Down."

@anyfandomdarkbingo - I4: Kindly Restrained

@anyfandomfluffbingo - N4: "This is where I saw you for the first time."

@badthingshappenbingo - O5: "Who did this to you?"

@thebo3bingo - G3: Vulnerability

@mfbingo - O5: Sharing Is Caring

@fandoms-writings - Remi's Neon Milestone Party: See writing prompts I used as a bonus below 🥰

Prompt(s): Used: "You shouldn't be out here by yourself." / "Let me kiss it better." / "What if someone hears us?"

Title Card: Yours Truly

You sigh as you check your phone for probably the thousandth time in the last ten minutes. Today is your one year anniversary with Steven, and you're supposed to be meeting him for a romantic indoor picnic at the museum where you met him. His plan was to let you in after he finished closing up the night.

Except he's late. He's never late.

You pull his contact info up and hit the call button, hoping he'll answer. It rings four times before going to voice-mail and that only makes the gnawing feeling in your gut worsen. His car's still here and it's well past the time his shift ended.

Deciding it's been long enough, you walk up the stairs and try the door. It opens and your brows furrow. It should have been locked from the outside over an hour ago. Slipping quietly inside, you adjust your purse on your shoulder and walk into the main exhibit area.

You've been in here before plenty of times, but the atmosphere is much different at night time. It's dark except for the small lights illuminating each of the exhibits and it casts a dim glow around them, their shadows appearing on the walls. It's almost...eerie.

"Steven?" You call. Your heels click on the tile floor as you glance around the room. "Steven, this isn't funny! You were supposed to meet me an hour ago!"

There's a noise in the distance behind you and you whirl around quickly. Fear creeps up your spine and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

"Steven, if you don't get out here right now I'm leaving!"

"You shouldn't be out here by yourself. It's dangerous."

You jump at the sudden voice behind you and quickly turn to see your boyfriend. Only he isn't smiling that goofy smile you fell in love with, and now that your brain has processed his statement, that's not his voice either.

"Steven? What the fuck is going on? What do you mean it's dangerous?"

He cocks his head and narrows his eyes, "I'm not Steven, and you need to keep your voice down or it might hear you."

You stare up at him, waiting for the part where he tells you he's joking, but it never comes. He's serious and you aren't sure if you're more fed up or scared at this point.

"Fine. If you didn't want to have our date then all you needed to do was say so. I'm not sure what this is," you gesture to him as you start to back away, "but I've had enough. I'm leaving."

You turn and walk back towards the entrance, but as soon as you get back to the lobby a low growl sounds to your right. Slowly turning, you see a monster that reminds you of something from a horror movie.

This can't be happening... this is a dream. You've fallen asleep outside on the museum steps and you're dreaming. There's no other explanation to what you're seeing right now.

Slowly, you begin to back up as it creeps towards you. Its long claws scrape against the floor as it bares its sharp teeth at you. Your back hits the wall and your breathing gets quicker as you realize you've got nowhere to go. You're cornered.

It lunges and you let out a high-pitched scream as you press yourself as far into the wall as you can. It all happens in a matter of seconds. The swish of a cape, the snarling of the beast, and the searing pain of one of its claws slicing your arm.

"Ah! Oh, my god! What the fuck?!"

"Get to the bathroom right now and barricade yourself in. Don't open the door for anyone but me, do you understand?"

You don't even answer him as you bolt for the back of the room. Even though your heels make it difficult to run, you manage to get inside and slam the door shut. Taking a second to catch your breath, you grab the bench and prop it up against the door before backing up against the far wall.

Your arm is cut, your hands are shaking, and you're not sure when you started crying. Carefully, you clean your wound and manage to stop the bleeding. It's then that you notice how quiet it is. There's no sound of a struggle or the deep growls of whatever the fuck that thing was, and you can only pray that it's gone.

The sound of the door handle jiggling startles you, and your heart begins to race again. Reaching into your purse, you pull out your handgun and cock it before pointing it at the door.

"It's me, let me in."

There's that voice again...

Steven doesn't have an American accent. His voice is soft and kind, not rough and deep.

"Yeah, no, I'm good thanks. You can leave and I'll see myself out once you're gone."

You hear him sigh.

"Listen, I know you're scared, but I need to look at your arm."

You're silent as you contemplate your options. He looks like your boyfriend, and he did save you, so maybe you should hear him out.

You keep your gun aimed true as you move the bench back to where it was before stepping back.

"Fine, but don't even think about trying anything funny."

You move back against the far wall again as he opens the door. Your hands shake as you keep your gun pointed at him, your cheeks still wet from crying.

"That's far enough. Don't come any closer!"

He puts his hands up, looking between you and the barrel as he inches towards you.

"There's no need for that, Y/N. The threats gone now. I won't hurt you."

Your heart begins to race faster, "h-how do you know my name?!"

Even though the person standing before you looks like your boyfriend, he's literally the exact opposite of how Steven would act. And now that you've witnessed that terrifying monsters can exist, you're not entirely convinced that this man isn't some form of demon or doppelganger.

He stops, closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them again they're those soft, loving eyes you fell in love with just over a year ago.

"Y/N, please...I promise I'll explain, but you need to let Marc look at your arm. I'm so sorry this happened on our anniversary. God, I feel just awful."

The grip on your gun loosens, but you don't lower it, "Steven? Baby, please just talk to me now. What's going on? Who did this to you?"

He gives you a sympathetic look before tensing back up, his eyes squeezing shut. When they open back up, Marc has taken over again, his stare hard and determined.

"Come on, Y/N. Cooperate with me here. I'm not going to hurt you, but I have to look at your arm."

"I-I don't..." Your voice shakes as you try to make everything make logical sense.

"Dammit, would you just listen?! Put. The. Weapon. Down."

The seriousness in his tone makes you wince, but you let the gun fall to the floor anyway. He steps forward, kicking it to the side as he slowly approaches you as if you're a wounded animal.

"I'm going to touch you now."

His words held no sexual intention behind them, so why did they make you squeeze your thighs together?

He's careful as he extends your arm. His calloused fingertips graze your skin as he inspects where the jackal-like creature attacked you. Finally, his eyes gaze into your own, but his hands stay where they are.

"Good. It's not too deep, and the bleeding stopped. It'll scar, but you won't need stitches."

The tension crackles between the two of you like static electricity, the negligent space separating you seeming to get smaller by the second. Any response you had is forgotten as your lips part and your eyes flit down to his mouth.

"Let me kiss it better." His voice is husky as he presses you gently against the wall, one hand still on your injured arm while the other rests on your cheek.

You want him to. God, did you want him to close the distance and kiss you, but the rational part of your brain keeps you grounded. Your tongue comes out to wet your lips anyway though, and the hitch in your voice proves Marc is having an effect on you.

"Marc, I... I'm with Steven..."

"We're one and the same, sweetheart. Though we have different personalities, we share the same body."

He moves himself against you, and you can feel the outline of his cock against your lower belly.

"And not to mention, Steven's had this beautiful body all to himself. Won't you share, baby? I know what you crave," his thumb brushes across your bottom lip, "I know what you need. Let me give it to you, Y/N."

"Let me talk to Steven." Your voice is breathy, and even though Marc has a point, you still wouldn't feel right about it without at least talking to the man you've loved for so long.

Reluctantly, Marc drops his hands to his sides and closes his eyes. When they open again, they look relieved.

"Oh, Y/N! Oh, my sweetheart..."

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him, his face buried in the juncture of where your shoulder meets your neck. His accent comforts you like a blanket, but even if it wasn't there, you knew by the softness radiating off of him that this was Steven. Your hands tangled in his hair as he kisses your cheek.

"I'm so glad you're okay. I was so worried something had happened, that the monster or Marc had done something and..."

He stops, noticing your hesitation, and pulls back to look into your eyes, "What is it? He's said something to you, hasn't he?"

You sigh and hold his hands in yours, looking down at them briefly before wetting your lips.

"This is where I saw you for the first time." You thoughtfully recall the day you two first met. Steven's personality and love of ancient artifacts are what drew you to him. Like a moth to a flame, you were instantly captivated by him, and from there your love blossomed into what it is today.

He tilts his head to side slightly as his brows furrow in worry.

"Darling, whatever he's told you l-"

"He wants you to share me."

His eyes go wide, "Oh."

You play with his fingers, a nervous habit of yours.

"I asked him to let me talk to you."

Steven stays silent for a moment, letting the words sink in. He didn't even have the idea on his radar that his other personality would want you, but then he shook the thought away as quickly as it came because why wouldn't Marc want you?

His sweet, brilliant girl who has the prettiest eyes and the most contagious laugh. The brave woman who would move mountains to protect any living being in trouble, and not to mention how gorgeous you are to him.

He knows you have fantasies. Ones that he's not comfortable enough to fulfill, but maybe...maybe Marc could, and that's his deciding factor. He's always wanted to give you everything you wanted, and if this is something you want, then he won't stop you.

"Y/N, look at me, sweetheart."

You bite your lip, glancing into his eyes to try and guess what he's thinking.

His hand cups your cheek gently, "do you want this? Do you want Marc?"

You shake your head, "not at the risk of losing you. I love you, Steven."

He leans in and kisses your lips softly, bumping his nose against yours lovingly.

"And I love you, but I also know that there are things you want that I can't give you. You're not going to lose me, okay? Think of Marc as another side of me that you can spend time with from time to time."

Before you can make sure he's absolutely certain about this, he steps back and closes his eyes again, only this time something new happens. Grey and off-white surround his body and when he opens his eyes they're a brilliant white.

You gasp and slowly back up until you hit the wall, "S-Steven? Steven?!"

"Don't be afraid, Y/N. I won't hurt you."

Your heart pounds in your chest as you hear Marc's voice again. Your eyes trail over the suit he's wearing. It reminds you of Egyptian clothing and the crescent moon emblem makes you want to reach out and touch it.

"Marc?" you whisper as he slowly closes the distance between the two of you again.

"I want you to see all of me. This is who I am. Moon Knight is a part of Steven and I too."

You reach out to tentatively touch his chest just as his gloved hand slides up your inner thigh. His fingertips brush against your panties making you gasp.

"I meant what I said before, Y/N. I know what you crave. Everything that you tell Steven, I hear too, and I can give you what you want."

He taps his fingers against your panty-covered clit lightly, and you can't help the moan that falls past your lips. "What if someone hears us?"

He chuckles, "baby, it's nearly midnight. We're the only ones here."

The last of your resolve disappears when the suit's mask dissolves away revealing his face. You kiss him fiercely and he lets out a low growl as he pulls your panties to the side.

"You're soaked, princess," he mumbles against your lips before pinning your hands above your head with his free hand. "Gotta keep you still."

You whine at his authoritative tone, but before you're able to say anything, he plunges two fingers inside of you.

"O-Oh, fuck!"

"Yeah? You want another one, Y/N? Think you can take three?"

Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you nod and another moan is ripped from you as he pushes a third finger alongside the other two, pumping them fast.

"You're close already, I can feel it. My pretty, little Moonbeam's gonna cum isn't she?"

"Oh, god! Marc, I-I'm-"

He kisses you hard right as your orgasm crashes through you, swallowing your moans.

"Good girl, baby. Can't wait to feel this tight, little cunt around my cock."

Marc pulls away and you sag against the wall, panting softly. Never in your life have you cum that hard before, or that quickly. The soft fabric of his gloves felt insanely good, and you found yourself wanting to feel them again.

"Please...," you beg, and he silences you with another kiss before picking you up and holding you against the wall. Your legs wrap around his waist as he frees his cock from the confines of his suit.

"Mine," he growls as he pushes himself inside you to the hilt. Both of you groan in unison as he holds you up with ease.

Marc fucks you hard, his thick cock stretching you as his hand still holds your wrists above your head.

"Fuck, you feel incredible...My precious Moonbeam was made just for me. Weren't you, baby?"

"Yes! Oh, Marc...please don't stop, please!"

A groan rumbles in his chest, low and primal, as he sucks love bites into your neck.

"Gotta make sure everyone knows who you belong to. Gonna litter your pretty skin with marks, baby girl."

You clench around him, feeling the familiar heat pooling low in your belly. The way he's talking to you, his confidence and possessiveness, and the way his cock hits your spot on every pass makes your head spin. You know you won't last like this, and the moment Marc reaches in between your bodies to rub tight, fast circles on your clit, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of bliss.

"That's right, Moonbeam. Cum. Cum all over my dick. Fuck, I can feel you squeezin' me. Come on, baby girl, let go for me."

His words send you falling over the edge, your lips moving against his with little finesse as you pant wetly against them. Marc grunts as his orgasm follows yours, thick ropes of his cum filling you.

The two of you stay like that for a moment before he sets you down on shaky legs. You fix your clothes and once Marc is finished getting dressed you smile softly at him as you lean in to kiss him again.

Just before your lips touch, the lights start to flicker and the walls begin to shake making you cling tightly to him.

"Marc! What's going on?! What's-"

"So, this is who you've chosen to distract yourself with, Spector." A deep, booming voice echoes throughout the room, but you don't see anything.

"Who said that?!" You bury your face in his chest, terrified something else might try to kill you today.

The shaking stops and Marc pulls you slightly back so he can look at you.

"Wait, you can hear him too?! Are you an avatar?"

"An avatar? Marc, what are you ta-" Suddenly, your eyes go wide as an enormous being appears in the doorway. It has to be at least eight feet tall, a bird skull is where its head should be, and it's holding a staff with what appears to be a crescent moon at the top.

You scream and look around for your gun, but Marc stops you.

"Whoa, hey, hey, it's alright. He's with me, Y/N. He's with us."

He turns around and positions himself in front of you anyway though, a deep scowl etched on his face, "What do you want, Khonshu?"

"You think because you helped me with one thing that I'm done with you? Don't forget who saved you, Marc. You're still indebted to me."

"We had a deal!", Marc growls.

"I'm aware, but we've still got work to do," Khonshu tilts his head so he can look at you, "and she's going to help us."

Your eyes widen, "me?! But I-"

"No! Absolutely not," Marc cuts you off as he steps towards him, "I'll help you, but she stays out of it. Don't involve her in this."

Khonshu chuckles deeply, "She doesn't have a choice."

"Like hell, she doesn't!"

"What do you mean, I don't have a choice?" You ask before stepping out from behind Marc. "What's going on?"

The bird-like being looks down at you, and you try not to be intimidated by how daunting he is.

"Do you have knowledge of Ammit?"

"Ammit? The devourer of souls?" You whisper. "But that's just a...a myth...right?

"Ah, it seems you're more competent than I thought. Good, you'll be of use quicker than I'd imagined."

Marc's voice cuts into your conversation before you can ask more questions, and you don't miss the hint of dread in it.

"Harrow's back, isn't he?"

Khonshu nods. "Yes, and he intends to unleash Ammit on the world." He pauses before pointing his staff towards you.

"And she's the key to stopping him."

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rebelmeg · 5 months

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Laugh Lines

by rebelmeg

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) & Tony Stark Characters: Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) Additional Tags: Happily Married, Domestic Bliss, Endgame Fix-It, tossing another one on the pile, Married Life, Teen Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Slowly growing old together, sometimes the best part about being married is being silly and grossing out your kids Series: Part 26 of Iron Family Summary:

Pepper has spent years watching the subtle (and sometimes unsubtle) ways Tony's face has changed. This one is probably her favorite.

Notes: For my @tonystarkbingo square S5 - Tony x Happiness, my @lyricalescape Bingo square I5 - All Is Soft Inside, my @mfbingo square B3 - domestic, my Warm & Fluffy bingo square B5 - lap sitting, and for @comfortember day 19 – Loved Ones!

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sadbi-hours · 4 months

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Title: Mama, this must be my dream

Pairing: Leo Fitz/ Jemma Simmons/ Daisy Johnson

Rating: NSFW (ish)

A/N: I like the original song best, but I used this cover for the lyrics below. You decide what fits best *wink*

Image Credits: Banner made by me with the help of PicsArt/ Canva and Google Images

Created For:

@anyfandomgoesbingo: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Custom Card- B1- Drunk Vegas Wedding

@anyfandomkinkbingo: G5- Hired Date

@fandombingo: I5- Leo x Jemma x Daisy

@fandom-free-bingo: [flight] -B5- Finding a Third

@thebo3bingo: N5- Sugar Baby

@lyricalescape: N3- Free Space

@thebutcherbingo: N2- Polyamory

Description:

Who's that lounging in my chair?

Who's that casting devious stares in my direction?

Mama, this surely is a dream, yeah - Sex and Candy (Cover) by Unions

One night changed everything. A hired date, a infamous sugar baby paid to shake up the scene at their friend Hunter's drunken wedding in Vegas.

It's all boiled down into that.

Fitz and Jemma's life together, turned into snippets spent in vegas with a sexual wildcat that's made everything so fucking complicated in one night.

They never meant to find a third; nevermind a hellion that's opened their eyes to the fact that maybe their marriage has been missing something all along.

And it's apparently missing one Daisy Johnson--and she had a hold over them. A leash that she had no plans of loosening the reins on.

And they don't want her too. She's the most fun either of them have had in ages.

#anyfandomgoesbingo #anyfandomkinkbingo #fandom bingo #bo3 #mfbingo #lyrical escape bingo #the butcher bingo #fandom-free-bingo #marvel #aos #my edit #fitzskimmons #daisy johnson #leo fitz #jemma simmons

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writercole · 2 years

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I Can Still Make Cheyenne

Squares: “I won’t stop you” @mfbingo // “I won’t leave you here” @supernatural-jackles tell me a story bingo

Summary: Rhett Abbot isn’t an easy man to love but when he’s about to lose everything, his head is finally clear.

Words: 930 Warnings: attempted breakup, fluff, implied smut Credits: @wildbornsiren who called me a monster and @princessmisery666 who threatened to fly down here // Unbeta’d // Based on the George Strait song ‘I Can Still Make Cheyenne’

A/N: I was called a monster when I announced this idea and, honestly, two paragraphs in, I believe I’m a monster. But it gets better and I feel much better at the end.

Tag lists are through. Please follow @coleslibrary and turn on notifications for updates.

Rhett Abbot was a difficult man to be with. He was closed off, quiet, and inconsistent. When he would be out on the road, he’d call sometimes but she never knew when, or what he’d say when she answered.

He’d been gone for weeks now; she’d lost count. He hadn’t written once, had never called. She expected the worst, that a bull had finally gotten him. She wasn’t his wife so they wouldn’t have notified her. But when her phone rang at a quarter to nine, her heart leapt.

“Hello?” she answered, a little excited, a little nervous. There was no telling who was even on the line.

“Hey, angel,” Rhett sighed.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s cold here,” he started, “I miss you. I’ve been so lonely. I didn’t make the short run so I’m coming home. I’ve been away far too long.”

Silence met his confession and he continued. “I know I haven’t written or called or anything but this rodeo has been hard. I’ll be home soon though.”

“Don’t bother coming home,” she drawled. “I’m leaving, Rhett. I can’t do this anymore, the not knowing, the long rodeo season. I just…I can’t.”

“Is there someone else?”

“Yes,” she whispered, “his name’s Bradley.”

“I’m sorry it’s come down to this,” he choked out, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I, uh, is there anything I can -”

“Rhett, no,” she interrupted, “just go finish your run. It’s only a couple more weeks in Nebraska and when you get back I’ll have found somewhere to live.”

“A couple weeks?” he questioned, hope filling his chest when she mentioned that she didn’t have anywhere else to live yet.

“Yeah, I mean, I haven’t gone out with Bradley yet so I ain’t moving in with him. I wasn’t sure what I wanted until I heard your voice tonight.”

“Listen, don’t make any decisions, I can still make it to Cheyenne tonight,” he begged.

“Rhett, I don’t…” She trailed off when she heard a clattering sound, the sound of a distant door slamming. “Rhett?” she called, yelling when she didn’t get a response.

Rhett was already out in his truck, throwing gravel as he sped out of the parking lot, heading home to Wyoming. He was barely across the border in Nebraska and if he pushed it, he could make it home before midnight. He couldn’t lose her.

Rhett watched the minutes tick by on his dashboard clock, the only steady light in his truck. It was just past eleven thirty and he had about forty miles to go. He pressed the accelerator harder, praying his old Chevy would hold out until he turned in the driveway.

At eleven fifty-five, she was giving up. Another broken promise, another classic Rhett line that she’d fallen for. She switched off the lamp and started to make her way upstairs, stopping when a light flashed across the walls, illuminating the pictures before plunging them back into darkness.

Boots thudded up the front walk quickly, the pounding sounding like someone running as if their life depended on it. The front door swung open and Rhett appeared, his stetson teetering on his head as it swiveled around, looking for her.

As soon as he spotted her silhouette on the stairs, he rushed over, scooping her into his arms and kissing her with a passion that left her weak, a passion she hadn’t felt in a long time. He broke away too soon, her lips still chasing after him as he backed up.

“I know I have taken you for granted and I’m so fucking sorry for that but please give me another chance. If you don’t want to, if you still want to leave, I won’t stop you but I’m done with the rodeo life. I’m done with leaving you behind. I already talked to the boss and quit. I’m not leaving you here. I ain’t going back on the road ever again,” he begged, his voice threatening to break as he spoke.

Tears flowed down her cheeks at his promises, knowing that he meant them, that he wouldn’t break another promise again. She could feel it in the way his voice trembled, in the way his chest was still, in the way he clung to her like a lifeline.

“Rhett, all I ever wanted was to be your first choice. If you can promise me that, you can have me,” she told him, shrugging her shoulders in the dark.

“My first choice, my only choice. For the rest of my life,” he breathed out, pulling her into his chest as he tucked his head into her neck.

She felt a wetness from his tears and held him tighter, cocking her head to the side when his words registered. “The rest of your life? Rhett Abbott, did you just propose to me in an apology?”

“Yes,” he sighed as he straightened, “I mean, no. I mean…no, that wasn’t a real proposal. But it’s coming. Soon.”

“You know I don’t need some fancy plan and some huge diamond, right?”

“I know,” he smiled softly, “but I have a perfect idea in mind. Just trust me.”

“Okay.” Her arms wrapped around Rhett’s neck and she pressed herself against him, tilting her head back to look up at him. “Are we going to stand here on the stairs all night or are we going to go to bed?”

“Oh, we’re going to bed,” he chuckled as he swept her up bridal style. “We ain’t leaving that bed for several days, either.”

“You promise?”

“Angel, you won’t be able to walk when I’m done.”

#writercole #mfbingo #tell me a story bingo #tmas bingo #rhett abbott #lewis pullman #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott angst #rhett abbott fluff #outer range

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sapphireginger · 10 months

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Title: Silly Foolish Wolf

Summary:

Peter wouldn’t admit to being afraid because he was Peter Hale and yet as he gazed down at the boy who ran with wolves, he was terrified. He was terrified of what would happen when Stiles woke.

Prompt: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: None

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Relationships: Steter [Stiles Stilinski Peter Hale]

Word Count: 474

@mfbingo

#mfbingo #multifandombingo #square filled: hurt/comfort #teen wolf #steter #stiles stilinski #peter hale #injured stiles stilinski #good peter hale #protective peter hale #peter hale loves stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski loves peter hale #caretaking

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ibelieveinturtles · 4 months

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis, Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Jane Foster/Thor Characters: Darcy Lewis, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Jane Foster (Marvel), Peggy Carter, Thor, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel) Additional Tags: WinterShock - Freeform, Alternate Universe – Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, perfectly ordinary time travel, Jetlag, Minor Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson (Marvel), Minor Clint Barton/Laura Barton, Minor Sharon Carter/Maria Hill Series: Part 72 of Bingo Bonanza, Part 13 of Soul to Soul Summary:

Bucky’s unexpected return home is met with joy (Steve) and plotting (Peggy). Darcy starts the next leg of her long journey home.

Bingo info under the cut @darcylewisbingohq @buckybarnesbingo @steggybingobash @mfbingo

Title: Unexpected Things (Soulmate For The New Year CH4) Squares Filled: Bucky Barnes Bingo (B038): U2, Sunglasses DLBHQ Mega Bingo Card: I7, Jet DLBHQ, Adopted Prompt: A Family Gathering Steggy Bingo: N3, Free Space Multi Fandom Bingo: B5, Childhood Friends Author: ibelieveinturtles Fandom: MCU Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter, Jane Foster/Thor Rating: G Tags/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Soultember, No powers AU Summary: Bucky’s unexpected return home is met with joy (Steve) and plotting (Peggy). Darcy starts the next leg of her long journey home. Word Count: 2235

#darcy lewis #bucky barnes #peggy carter #jane foster #dlbhq #bbb2023 #steggybingobash #mfbingo #soulmates #no powers au

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endlesstwanted · 11 months

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Surprise Afternoon Shopping

Excited to share my new WinterIron fic! I tried something out of my comfort zone with this story and gave these two a lovely shopping date. This is the biggest wc I’ve hit with a one-shot, so double excitement. Enjoy!

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Tags: No Powers AU, Sugar Daddy!Bucky, Established Relationship, Age Difference, Lingerie, Semi-Public Sex Summary: With Bucky’s promotion’s party this weekend, Tony’s taken on a surprise afternoon shopping session in search of clothes for the occasion. They just may or may not have spent all of it at Bucky’s regular sex shop. Wordcount: 6,270

Created for: @avengersbingo — Opposites Attract / @bingowinteriron B2 square — “You know I’d do anything.” + [june] monthly prompt — Next Steps / @allcapsbingo [june] monthly mission — AU: Sugar Daddy / @slashmultiverse's June Pride Prompts event, Day 02 — Formal wear / @buckybarnesbingo adopted prompt — Dora Milaje / @multifandom-lover — Sex Shop / @thebo3bingo — Peaceful Moment / @buckybarnesevents’ Hot Bucky Summer Week 3 — “Where do you want me?” / @marvelrarepairbingo’s Summer Splash/Pride Month — Sex in an adult shop (NSFW card #3) / @anyfandomkinkbingo — Oral Sex

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Bucky smiled at him, his close-mouth beautiful smile said for him everything he sometimes couldn’t express with words. “I have to thank you for that too. So, about the party … how does it sound? Do you want to come with me?”

“So you can show me off in front of the big names of the company? I’d never say no to that!” Tony was so excited, sitting at the edge of his chair and almost losing balance.

“C’mon, Tony. You know that’s not it,” Bucky chuckled.

“Yes, yes. I know. But they deserve to see the young beautiful man you’ve got for yourself, I’m just saying,” he shrugged, maybe trying to get Bucky to blush or maybe not.

“You realize you’re just complimenting yourself with every line you say, don't you?”

“The question is, why aren’t you complimenting me?”

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heavenssexiestangel · 10 months

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Intertwined Souls Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Rating: Explicit

Ship: Gadreel/Dean

Written for: @spnrareships Rare Fic Friday, @mfbingo Free Space

Word count: 1836

Tags and Warnings: Trans Male Dean Winchester, Gentle Dom Gadreel, Sub Dean, Aftercare, Sub Space (adjacent), Showering Together

Summary: During a scene, Gadreel experiences Dom Space for the first time, and that leads to one of the best moments he’s ever experienced with Dean.

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Beta: none

Notes: This 3-chaptered story was first started for SPN Dom/sub weekend over at @spnkinkevents and the prompts for the three days were Dom Space (chapter 1), Aftercare (chapter 2), and Kink Negotiation (chapter 3).

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Dean closed his eyes and hummed, feeling safe and content as his Dom made sure the water flow wasn’t too strong or hot on his skin. His fingers were intertwined with Gadreel’s, the strong hold grounding him. Usually, Gadreel ran a warm bath for him after a scene, with scented soaps and flower petals. Dean had fought those at first, complaining that he wasn’t a chick, but that was before really knowing his fiancé. Ree loved plants and enjoyed spending hours in botanical gardens. He knew every possible plant name and its care. It was on one of those outings that Dean had realized the petals were a symbol of love and care for him on his fiancé’s part. Since then, he always asked for them.

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mfbingo · 2 years

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Hello everyone! I'm hosting a flash bingo for Halloween! This bingo card will only have 5 prompts and I will be choosing your prompts. Same rules apply as a normal MF Bingo except this time there is a deadline. You can sign up now and start creating as soon as you retrieve your card but you cannot start posting until October comes around and you have until the 7th of November before you miss out on the chance of a badge. You can still post for the bingo and I will still reblog it but you will not receive the badge. A few days after the event is finished I will make a master list of everyone who completed this round.

When you do @ me, make sure to clarify what bingo you are submitting for or I won't count it for the right one. You can combine one square of your original card and one of your Halloween card and count for both bingos. You do not have to have a MF Bingo card to join but here is the form if you want to participate. Come join the MF Discord Server to hang out with other people participating. Don't forget to add your work to the MF Bingo AO3 collection no matter for what MF Bingo you are completing. Help grow the prompts list and submit a Halloween prompt or a regular one.

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 1 year

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The Deal

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Summary: Since they were stuck in Purgatory together, they had a deal and that deal was simple. Daylight was for survival, fights, and finding Cas. Night time was for what they craved the most. For Benny, it was his blood. And for Dean, it was something he could never tell anyone.

Pairing: Dean x Benny

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut, p in a, unprotected sex, bottom!Dean, top!Benny, pain kink, biting, biting kink, rough sex, blood, blood drinking, spn level of violence

Square: Free space for @spnkinkevents / Pain kink for @anyfandomgoesbingo / Biting for @mfbingo

A/n: I’m very close to the deadline, but here you go! This is set in season 7, Dean is in purgatory with Benny. Enjoy and don’t forget to leave a feedback!

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It was pure.

The adrenaline coursing through his veins seemed insatiable. At every moment, it burned his limbs with a sudden energy, and here he was again. To the right he moved, then it was behind him, another one on his left, they were all around but he saw everything. Felt everything. The heavy machete in his hand, the bark of the wood he had used to make it now smooth against his skin due to wear. The blade that could split even the air in two. And when it met the flesh of his enemy to sink into it, it was easy, soft and fluid, like a knife through butter. It cut through everything in its path, skin, muscle, bone, without encountering any resistance. The head falling to the ground, the dull sound it made, no matter if it fell in the water or on the soft earth. And the scents… The metallic smell of blood was so steeped in his nose, he couldn't even smell it anymore.

He felt all of that like he was connected to it.

His muscles were burning with fatigue after all those days and nights spent without really resting. But that burn, he barely felt it, because the adrenaline never stopped flowing in him... Just like the blood of his enemies that flowed red, one of the only colors still alive in this place.

The world here was black and white. The sensations were like a mirage, moving, walking, everything seemed to slow down. It was like he had to walk underwater, his body felt lighter, but moving was more difficult.

Maybe it was just the dangerous buildup of fatigue. He had no idea. Because he couldn't stop, not for more than a few hours when they had the chance.

The dull sound reached his ears again, his now desaturated green eyes stared at the head rolling in front of him. Red invaded his sight.

“I think this was the last one of the pack, chief. We should head back soon.”

Red. So much red. His gaze stayed on the decapitated head and he didn't flinch. Completely still, he continued to stare at what was left of their enemy, only his heavy breathing could be heard. His shoulders rose and fell almost exaggeratedly, it was harsh and noisy.

“Dean.”

Hearing his name brought him back to himself, like a rope pulling him out of the water. His name, his last part of humanity. Down here, there was nothing that connected him to the real world, where his friends and family still were. His only motivation was to find his lost friend and leave this place because it was the right thing to do.

And because the longer Dean stayed in purgatory… The more he seemed to blend into this apocalyptic world. And the less attractive the idea of getting out of it was.

"Let's go."

Benny nodded even though his friend wasn't looking at him. The hunter's eyes were still on the head lying at his feet. A few seconds later and it was as if nothing had happened, and Dean was walking in the opposite direction without looking back.

The cave where they rested was not far away, and it took no less than an hour for them to get there. They never stayed in one place for too long, Dean’s human and delicious scent attracted all kinds of monsters, and not even Benny could detect them all. When the sun was shining in this colorless sky, the duo had only one goal. Survive. Find Castiel. And the night was for what they needed most.

And while the hunter rested, the vampire stood guard. It wasn't like Dean really slept anyway, the adrenaline was still there in him, he could feel it continually in him. But Benny still preferred to keep an eye out.

“You need to rest, chief.”

They had just arrived and Dean refused to lay down or even sit. That was nothing new, especially after a fight. It was the moment when the adrenaline was the strongest in him, it was like a drug. His high was strong, he was still experiencing it, and it was hard to get off.

"I don't care about resting, Benny. We had a deal.” The hunter was pacing in front of the cave, his dirty hands running through his hair which was starting to get really long. It didn’t matter how many times Benny cut it with his blade, it was always too long and grew too fast. Dean tugged his locks in frustration and turned to his friend. “What, you want your part first? I don’t care, take it.”

"It's not that Dean," Benny sighed as he took a few steps towards him, but Dean ignored his words and pulled his jacket off. The vampire rubbed his eyes and clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “You need to rest.”

“What can happen anyway,” Dean groaned and when Benny looked up, he found himself so close to Dean that his eyes had to focus to see him properly. "I'm already in hell."

“You know you can die in purgatory, right?” Benny asked, still hesitant. However, it was getting increasingly difficult to say no. Especially when Dean started to unbutton his shirt a few buttons, enough to slide his hand under his collar and pull it aside. He always wore the collar up as extra protection against the fangs he battled by day. But by night… He didn’t need the protection and recklessly exposed his throat to the monster in front of him. “Dean…”

“I know you want it. You don't crave blood like when you were alive, but you like it.” Seeing that Benny still seemed to hesitate, a long growl of frustration sounded in Dean's chest. “Fine.” Disappearing from the vampire’s sight for a few moments, Dean came back quickly but now he was holding something in his hands. His weapon he used to fight.

"Dean, no," Benny grabbed Dean's wrist and sighed again. The hunter waited patiently without moving. "With that, you'll just bleed to death." Benny picked up the blade and put it on the ground. Thirst and hunger, he no longer felt them. However… “You still haven't healed,” his cold fingers brushed the scars still present on Dean's neck. Small holes in rows one behind the other, two half-moons meeting each on their side.

Since he was still holding Dean's wrist, Benny began to examine it. And the longer he stared at that part of the human's body, the more he began to salivate. His fangs came out in spite of himself, sharp, and his mouth parted as his eyes were obsessed with that fragile skin.

“Go on,” Dean hastily rolled his sleeve up to his elbow. “But be sure to not make a mess, we don’t want to- fuck!”

Dean couldn't even finish his sentence that a strong burn spread through his forearm. After several times, he got used to the pain, but the feeling... It was still unpleasant. And not because he didn't like it.

As Benny drank his blood, he held Dean's arm with both hands. He was feeding and letting out moans of appreciation without holding back, he loved it. Loved the taste of blood. Even if he didn't feel the unbearable hunger for it, he liked it and wasn’t ashamed of showing it.

Dean liked it too. A bit too much.

After a few seconds, the pressure on his wrist disappeared and Benny took a few steps back, wiping his mouth. Immediately, Dean wrapped a piece of cloth around the wound, wincing at how sore it still was.

“Satisfied?” Dean grumbled, trying to hide his true feelings by showing displeasure.

"Yes," Benny replied, his breathing rapid and deep. He looked at the human with a surprisingly even hungrier look than before he fed, his eyes burning and unsated. “I think you enjoyed it too, Dean.”

Without looking at it, Dean knew what his friend was talking about. Last time, he attributed it to the excitement that it was his turn to finally get what he needed. But he couldn't deny it anymore… The uncomfortable lump that was deforming his pants was strictly caused by Benny's bite. "Shut up," Dean swore, entering the cave after picking up his jacket. "It's my turn now."

Of course, he wasn't going to talk about it with Benny. Talking about his feelings, how what they shared was the only thing that still made him feel alive. How much he loved that control he had over his own pain. How giving his trust and literally putting his life in Benny's hands made him feel human. And how the pain… Burning, pinching, feeling his blood leave his body, excited him.

It was very dark in the cave, and that was exactly what Dean wanted. He didn't want to see, he just wanted to feel. To feel the touch, the weight of another body against his, anything to remember what it was like before.

That was the deal. The day was for survival. Find Castiel. And the night was for what they both needed most. For Benny, it was the gluttony of being able to drink human blood without feeling hungry. And for Dean, it was something he could never tell anyone. Something he refused to even think about. Something he refused to look at.

In the cave, he settled his jacket on the cold ground. Then he took off his shirt and put it next to it, and finally his pants and underwear. He didn't have to undress for that, he didn't have to do anything. He was the one who wanted it, after all. Benny didn't force anything.

Dean laid on his side on his clothes. It was more comfortable than lying on the cold hard rock directly, but Dean was shaking all the same. In purgatory, it was impossible to feel. Neither hunger, nor thirst, nor cold. But it wasn't necessary. Because the place was so empty and full at the same time, so dead and alive, so bare that it was overwhelming. And all those things Dean couldn't physically feel were omnipresent in him. Hunger, but not for food. The hunger for a touch, for a reality, for the heat of the sun on his skin. Thirst for control, even if it was only one thing. And cold. It was so cold… He needed a presence with him and that was one of the reasons for the deal he made with Benny.

Benny’s skin wasn't warm, but feeling the body pressing behind him filled Dean with heat. A single moan of relief escaped his mouth as the vampire’s naked chest pressed against his back. His hips were placed against his butt and Dean could feel the hardness poking his back, meaning that, like him, Benny wanted it. Eventually, his legs intertwined with his and strong arms wrapped around his figure.

It always started like this. Only a touch, body against body, to exist in the same space. Then, slowly, things became more… Intense.

Benny didn't move at first, but after a while when only their breathing could be heard echoing in the cave, his hands wandered. Caressing Dean's shoulders first, he traveled the body in front of him, exploring it with his fingertips and tracing every muscle of his chest. Chills immediately swept over Dean, his skin filling with goosebumps at the vampire's touch. A growl followed and Benny got the message.

The exploration of his hands descended to finally stop near Dean's hips. There, he gripped the flesh and squeezed, knowing without words that this was one of those times. It was not the time for hugs and touches. Dean wanted it now and without delay.

It was one of those times he needed to feel something intense, just to have something to feel.

No words were needed to understand each other. It wasn't the first time they'd done this, the bite marks that covered Dean's body were proof of that. The older ones were only beginning to fade.

With one of his hands still firmly gripping Dean's hip, Benny roughly turned him onto his stomach and forced him to raise his pelvis. Dean let himself be manipulated like he was only a rag doll waiting to be used. Benny didn’t wait, because neither of them wanted that or were patient enough, and entered a finger directly into him. There was no preparation or care, it had to be raw and rough, that’s what Dean wanted. Benny only used his spit as lubricant, and even if it helped a bit, it removed none of the pain.

Dean welcomed the intrusion, the pain and the burn with pleasure. A small moan mixed with a growl of discomfort escaped his lips, but Benny didn't stop. Dean rested his head against his clothes and took deep breaths as Benny started moving his finger and added a second without waiting. The hunter's body tensed, he clutched his clothes and gritted his teeth, but all his muscles relaxed when the vampire finally touched his sore spot.

A long moan shook his body as Benny continued to press on his prostate every time his fingers found themselves inside to their fullest. But it was too long, the preparation took too long. To signify that he was ready, Dean reached back to grab Benny's wrist.

The absence of his fingers in him was not very long. Because as soon as the vampire pulled them out, Dean could feel something bigger pressing against his entrance, straining to enter despite the incomplete preparation. But that's what Dean wanted, he wanted to feel that pain, that burning, the divine sensation when the head finally went through the ring...

“Oh fuck…”

Dean’s length spilled some precum that fell all over his clothes, he didn't see it, but he felt it. At the same time that Benny's cock was finally inside him, Dean almost came straight away, but he managed to hold himself back.

“Can’t go further if you keep clenching, stop being a little prude and let me fuck you, will ya?”

Without waiting for his response or for him to obey, Benny continued to push into Dean. It was slow, desperately slow and a real torture for Dean as he felt every inch of the cock entering and stretching his insides to the max. He felt so full, and yet Benny kept pushing in, and when he thought he was finally completely inside, Dean was surprised there were still inches to go.

Finally, Dean felt the vampire's pelvis against his ass and understood he was completely buried inside him. Dean’s cock was so hard it hurt, but again, the human welcomed the pain as pleasure. Finally, he felt. He felt something, even if it was pain. He felt it.

"Move," Dean ordered, and the word was barely out of his mouth that Benny obeyed. Pulling completely out of him quickly took the breath out of Dean's lungs, he hadn't expected it, but what was even more intense was how Benny buried himself fully in him again. The burn spread down his back, he felt like he was being torn apart, overrun, though he knew Benny would never go that far to hurt him. He couldn’t bleed any more, or else their little arrangement would be interrupted by hungry creatures attracted by his blood.

Benny repeated the movement and this time his growl accompanied Dean's moan. It felt so good, feeling used like this, like a mere toy, being fucked without any respite or restraint. Leaving control to another but without losing it completely. It didn't take long for Dean to cum the first time, and it felt so good that he didn't even think of taking the clothes off under him so he wouldn't get them dirty. It didn't matter right now, nothing mattered except Benny and him. Benny's cock that continued to rip inside him and hit his prostate, causing moans so loud that Benny had no choice but to act.

The vampire grabbed the human's hair to pull him on his elbows and clapped his hand over his mouth with more force than intended. But that abrupt move only sent a jolt of pleasure through Dean, who tensed as a second orgasm took hold of him. It was almost dry, his balls were tight and pulled up so he could eject what little seed he had left in him. Dean's eyes rolled into the back of his head, his vision turning white as the orgasm seemed to last forever.

Benny continued his thrusts without slowing down, but Dean was so caught up in his pleasure that he didn't notice. He didn't hear Benny's swearing or his breathing becoming more jerky and heavy. He didn't feel the hand squeeze his hip hard enough to leave a blue mark on his skin.

All he felt was the pain and pleasure of being human as Benny poured into him in a growl he couldn't hear. Then, fatigue engulfed him in a long dark tunnel and he fell asleep a few moments later.

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It might seem like a pretty unfair deal to some. After all, Benny was making a lot out of it. He could drink human blood in purgatory, savor it, feel the heat of the delicious liquid in his throat. And he could fuck a submissive human and break him in any way he wanted.

But in reality, he was the one who suffered the most.

The only way to get Dean to rest was to fuck him until he passed out. It was also the only way he could make him feel anything and give him a reason to keep fighting when giving up would be so easy. Not give up on Castiel, or give up on the idea of getting out of here. But giving up his humanity and simply becoming the killer machine he was meant to be. A monster like all the others here. Killing for pleasure and not for survival.

The deal kept the human sane.

And it was the same for Benny.

For Dean, it was just a deal. Fuck to forget, fuck to feel, fuck to stay alive. But for Benny, it was a way to feed his obsessions. His bloodlust would only increase tenfold when they would be out of here, but not only that. Because even if it was only sex...

Benny was beginning to feel an attachment to the human. And it was not a sane one.

The vampire watched the hunter sleep. Like that, so peaceful, so vulnerable, he didn’t look dangerous at all and yet he was his deadly predator. And Benny was his.

In here, he didn’t feel the need to feed, he did it because he could. He did it because he liked it. But out there…

Benny had no idea what he would do to not completely lose his mind over these two obsessions that lay in one sleeping person next to him.

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caiti-creative-corner · 2 years

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Title - Childhood Friends Summary - “The best mirror is an old friend.” — George Herbert Prompts Bucky Barnes Bingo - B019 - K3: Pic of Bucky - @buckybarnesbingo Multi-Fandom Bingo - N5: Friends Since Childhood - @mfbingo Warnings - Mood boards Fandom - Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America Relationships - Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Note - Should any of my mood boards prompt a fic, please link me so I can enjoy and brag! But please - take this as permission to write it!!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) Additional Tags: Pepper is absolutely the kinky one in that relationship, and Tony worships at her feet, Sharing Clothes, Sort Of, Suggestive Themes, Uncle James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Awesome Pepper Potts, Rhodey is So Done, Tony has stars in his eyes, Fluff and Crack Series: Part 28 of Iron Family Summary:

Pepper really understands her husband. Both his possessive caveman side, and his nostalgic pack rat side. Rhodey would really rather not hear about it at all.

Notes: For my @tonystarkbingo square K5 - music, @anyfandomfluffbingo O5 - "You made this for me?", and @mfbingo O3 - marriage!

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💞⚾ Noxy’s Tarlos Baseball Fic ⚾💞

Ship: Tarlos | Fandom: 911 Lone Star | Author: noxsoulmate | Read on ao3

Chapter: 1/2 | Word Count: 5390 | Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tags: baseball, valentine's day, different first meeting, meet-cute, running into each other, coffee shops, farmers market, night clubs, hook-up, baseball player TK, baseball player Carlos, rivals, Red vs Blue (but not the episode), banter, sexual innuendos, flirting, teasing, basically Tarlos uses the baseball game as foreplay, and they don't hide it, implied sexual content, but TK has a dirty mind so the rating is explicit, making out, strangers to lovers, love at first sight | Art made by me

Summary:

The moment he spots him, he freezes. For just a tiny second, he wonders if all his thoughts of Carlos have summoned him. And then he takes in the man as a whole, attire and all – and his mind goes blank. Because Carlos is wearing a jersey as well. And it’s blue. Carlos is wearing the blue jersey… of APD.

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Meet cutes are only meant for rom coms, right? So why is it that TK has a total of four of them with the same stranger in just one day? Besides, Valentine’s weekend is certainly not the right time for him to have his head in cloud nine – not when the annual Baseball game between Fire and Police is on the line. Apparently, Police hasn't lost in years thanks to their pitcher. But now Fire has TK on their team – a paramedic who had a chance to play in the major leagues...

This fic is finished, chapter two will be posted tomorrow.

The biggest, biggest thanks goes out to the amazing @lightningboltreader and @bonheur-cafe. These two spent the past few weeks explaining an American game that seems to have no rules to a European who had zero knowledge about it - and they did it in a way that said European was able to write a fic about it. I bow to you two! They also helped plot out every step of the game - Char, Dalawa, this fic truly wouldn't exist without your help, and for once, that's not just a phrase 😂

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TK knows better than to check his phone while walking. He actually has been dispatched to scenarios in which walking while looking at the phone had ended in tragedy in one way or another. So clearly, he should know better.

But that doesn’t stop him from answering Nancy’s text while he’s in the middle of the supermarket, walking along the cereal aisle. The moment he hits send, he’s reminded just why it is so bad to not look where you’re going.

The only thing he really registers is that he smacks into something solid, losing the grip on the few groceries wedged into his arm – because who needs a shopping cart or basket, right? Apparently, he does because right away, everything tumbles to the floor; the oranges roll away and for a split second, his heart stops when he fears the jar of honey will break, but it lands on the jug of milk first so the fall is softened, thankfully. The only thing he can catch is his phone – thank God – and with his heart pounding, an apology on his lips, he looks up.

Only to lose his breath again.

He’s staring into the warmest, softest brown eyes he has ever seen and while that should be a completely boring color for eyes, it certainly isn’t on this man. Those eyes are eyes he could stare into for days and still not get tired. And that isn’t even acknowledging the rest of this perfect face.

“I’m really sorry, are you alright?”

It takes TK a second to realize that the man just spoke – holy hell, what a voice – and he has to shake himself to get his head back online.

“No no, that was all my fault, I’m the one who’s sorry,” TK hastens to apologize before quickly kneeling down to pick up his stuff. The handsome stranger follows, crouching down to help with the oranges while TK starts rambling. “I was checking my phone. I know that’s something you shouldn’t do but my partner just messaged me and she sometimes gets impatient when it takes me too long to reply and I don’t want her to worry. She’s worried about me enough already and–” He looks up to see the man holding out another orange to him, a soft grin on his face. “Aaand I should stop talking. I’m sorry,” he adds one last time as he takes the last orange and stands back up.

Once again, the handsome man follows and for a second they stand and look at each other, frozen in the moment. Until TK remembers his manners.

“Are you okay? I ran right into you.”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Also, all of my groceries are safely in a cart,” he adds with a little grin, definitely teasing TK, who huffs out a laugh.

“I only have a few things, no need to bother with a cart.”

“If you say so.”

TK wants to reply – wants to stay and spend hours talking and teasing with this man – but right then, his phone pings with a new message. His eyes fall to the screen.

“Well, uhm, sorry again for crashing into you,” he says with a little smile. “I need to get going.”

“Careful though. No need to run into someone else.”

For a wild second, TK wonders if the man means this in a flirty way. For an even wilder second, he wonders if he should just take a leap of faith and ask for the man’s number – but then he remembers that he’s living in Texas now – has been for over a year, in fact – and that in this place, he can’t just hit on random strangers even when his gaydar tries to convince him it would be okay. The risk of hitting on someone who will take it the wrong way is just too high. So, accepting defeat and the fact that he can’t just ask a random stranger for his number because it would sound weird and crazy and be potentially risky, TK simply smiles and nods.

“I’ll try my best.”

The whole long way down the cereal aisle, TK forces himself not to look back, not even once, not even when his senses try to convince him that someone’s staring at his back the entire time.

💞⚾ Continue on ao3 ⚾💞

Written for the @tarlosweeklyprompts Valentine's Fic Exchange and my giftee @sugdenlovesdingle. The prompt was: TK and Carlos meeting via the police vs fire baseball game when they’re on opposing teams (bonus points for a grey’s anatomy-like thing where they hook up the night before without knowing who the other is and then seeing them at the game).

Dear SugdenLovesDingle, I'm really sorry you get your gift this late, Corona stole a whole month from me... I really hope the story will make up for the wait 💖 I loved your prompt so, so much! I've always wanted to write a coda for Red vs Blue - but this is even better. I'm a sucker for alternative first meetings, so this was just brilliant! I hope you like the little twist I put on your bonus points prompt - I just couldn't decide on the meet cute I wanted for them, so... I gave them all 😂

Bingo square used:

@mfbingo O3: Meet Cute

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Title: Penelope's Boys

Pairing(s): Why Choose: Anthony Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, and Benedict Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington

Rating: SFW-ish

A/N: I'm thinking of making this a fic. But with me, who knows when?

Image Credits: Banners made by me with the help of PicsArt/Canva and Google Images

Created For:

@anyfandomgoesbingo: Bridgerton Custom Card- I2 - Free Space

@anyfandomkinkbingo: I3- CEO/Secretary

@anyfandomaubingo: O5- Photographer AU

@anyfandomfluffbingo: N5- Sitcom AU

@fandombingo: G5- Secretly a Virgin

@multifandom-lover: Card # 1025- N3- Free Space

@mfbingo: B3- Dating

@thebo3bingo: I4- Getting Together

Description:

Eloise is right.

Her life has slowly become a romantic comedy of errors, a smut novel on steroids.

She may be reading too many romance novels lately, drowning her romantic sorrows in reverse harems and age-gaps, cynic men with curvy sunshine girls, and grumpy CEOs.

It's her safe haven. Books, especially romance, have always been her escape when her life gets rough.

But she never, in her twenty-five years of life, thought her world would turn into some of her favorite romance tropes.

Because Penelope Featherington seems to have attracted three of the most eligible bachelors... and they don't mind sharing her.

Anthony

Fed-up with her unrequited love for Colin Bridgerton, Penelope decides she's finally going to get over him... by getting under somebody else.

She hatches a plan to seduce and lose her virginity to her crush's older and recently widowed brother, Anthony Bridgerton. Mr. Grumpy CEO and her sexy-as-hell boss.

Deep down, she never thought it would actually work in her favor, because compared to what had been the beauty of the late Mrs Bridgerton--she's no match...

But Anthony Bridgerton doesn't seem to think so, because he's interested in her proposal, more than interested from what she can tell... because he's not satisfied with just one-night.

He wants to keep Penelope in his bed for as long as she'll let him...forever, preferably.

Benedict

Back from his last tour in Iraq, Army vet Benedict Bridgerton is looking for a bright spot in his world again--and photography has become the answer to his problem...with Penelope becoming his greatest muse.

And in every new photograph taken of her, she discovers the truth behind Benedict's interest.

It turns out, he's been in love with her ever since the day they met all those years ago. But she'd been too young, too inexperienced to taint with the things he's seen in this world.

But it seems he no longer has any reservations about that. He's back for good...and he plans to make Penelope his.

If she'll have him...

Colin

Colin Bridgerton isn't as immune to Penelope Featherington's allure as he pretends to be. He's always been somewhat attracted to her, how could he not? He's a male and he has eyes, but he's always valued their friendship more than a quick roll in the sheets.

And besides, he may care about Penelope but he refuses to be in love with her. He has the future planned down to a T; his whole life mapped out... and it doesn't include Penelope Featherington as his significant other.

Plus, he's not as out of tune to the fact that both his brothers are head over heels for her...and he won't be like them, letting himself be completely gone over some girl, even if it is her.

But when he nearly dies on the job, Penelope becomes his god send, nursing him back to health... there through thick and thin, through every ache and pain--and maybe he could finally see what has his brother's so hung up on her.

There's no one like PenelopeFeatherington...and he soon realizes he may be no different than his fool brothers. She's cast a spell over him--and he's no longer looking to break away from it.

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Bait

Summary: Someone has to be the bait to get the Powerbroker in the open.

Pairing: Clint Barton x GN!Reader

Squares: Used as Bait @badthingshappenbingo // Spy v Spy @anyfandomangstbingo // Held at Gunpoint @anyfandomgoesbingo custom card // Bait @huffle-pissed challenge // One Bed @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story // Hostage Situation @mfbingo // Assassin/Spy AU @taylorswiftbingo

Words: 943

Warnings: canon level violence, blood, pain killer use, stitches

A/N: Unbeta'd.

“I’m going to go on record as saying I don’t like this plan,” you said bitterly as you looked around the briefing room.

“Look, someone has to be bait. Someone has to draw their attention,” Tony sighed. “I don’t like it much either but that’s how it is.”

“Fine. Whatever. When do we leave?”

The meeting with the Power Broker was set. You paced around the tiny area of your vantage point as you waited for Clint to be in position. What you didn’t expect was to see Sharon Carter shove a bound Clint into the room and put a gun to his head.

“Shit,” you whispered as you sprinted into action, plan be damned.

“I certainly wasn’t expecting to see you down here,” Clint sassed from his knees.

“Well, after the breach and everything, I had to lay low. Hide out. Madripoor is great for being anonymous,” she replied, the arm pointing the gun at his head steady.

“Still. You as the Power Broker? I expected someone a little more…” Clint trailed off, trying to find the right words.

“Masculine?” Sharon supplied.

“I was going to go with competent but sure, masculine too. Some of the things attributed to the title…phew, they’re harsh,” he continued, silently praying that you were in position and were going to take your chance soon.

“You don’t know very much about me if you think I’m a delicate little flower,” she sneered as she stepped forward, the barrel of the gun pressed to Clint’s head. “Now, tell me why you were sent to take me out.”

“Oh, I wasn’t,” Clint denied.

“Don’t lie to me,” she scoffed. “The only reason the great Hawkeye would be here would be to take me out.”

“Absolutely not. I love the nightlife,” he sassed, earning him a slap across his face. He spit blood from his split lip at her feet and looked up at her, smirking. “Do it again. I liked that.”

Sharon growled and landed the butt of the pistol on his eyebrow, cutting it open. She refocused her aim and hardened her face. “Tell me why you were sent to kill me.”

“I wasn’t sent to kill you. I’m the bait,” he told her smugly, watching her eyes widen. “They’re here to kill you.”

Before Sharon had a chance to process what he’d said, you pulled the trigger, a bullet flying through the side of her head and splattering brain matter across the walls behind her.

You dropped the gun and knelt beside Clint, your eyes taking in his injuries as your hands brushed the blood off of his face. “Are you okay?”

“I’ve had much worse,” he assured you with a soft smile. “But uh, could you untie me? This angle is killing my shoulder.”

You made quick work of the restraints and helped Clint up, ignoring his protests of being okay. You set him in the passenger seat of the car you were using and drove straight to the hotel, helping him into your room and making him sit on the single king sized bed while you grabbed the first aid kit.

Neither of you spoke as you tended his wounds. Clint’s eyes were focused on your face, the way your eyebrows furrowed as you concentrated or how you would bite your bottom lip if you thought you were going to hurt him. He thought it was adorable.

You were worried about infection at least, since none of the injuries were life threatening. The mild pain killers you had given him helped with his muscle aches. By the time you were done butterflying his eyebrow, his eyes were starting to droop.

“Can’t sleep yet, Barton,” you told him as you helped him to his feet. “We gotta get you to shower first.”

“Fine,” he grumbled as he shuffled towards the bathroom.

You got him cleaned up and in bed quickly, handing him pain killers and an antibiotic that had been included in the med kit. "Here, these will get us through the night until extraction gets here in the morning."

"You're gonna sleep, too, right?" he asked as he downed the pills.

"Yeah I'm gonna crash on the floor," you informed him, wanting to avoid hitting him during the night and either popping his stitched or bruising him further.

"It's a king sized bed. You're going to sleep in the bed or I'm also sleeping on the floor," demanded Clint, leaving no room for argument.

"Fine," you sighed, "but if you're injured further in the morning, it's your own fault."

"I'll take that responsibility. Now get your ass in this bed "

"I need to shower first. I still have Sharon's blood on my arms," you told him, tucking him into the covers.

After your quick shower, you found Clint sound asleep, his breathing even and shallow. You slipped into bed, careful not to disturb him. As you settled onto your side, you felt Clint’s arm drape over your waist and his nose nuzzling the back of your neck.

As you drifted off to sleep, you tried not to let yourself get used to the comfort level you were experiencing. As soon as the transport arrived, it would end. Clint hummed contentedly as he stilled, his cheek against the side of your neck.

“Can I keep you?” he muttered sleepily.

You smiled and mumbled an assent, your heart fluttering when he squeezed you tighter.

“Good. I’m done pretending I don’t want to,” he said as he placed a kiss on your cheek.

There would be more to talk about in the morning but for now, you were happy.

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