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Good Catch

Good Catch
Ship: Baseball!Jimin | Mascot!Reader
Description: Jimin had a crush on you, the team mascot, for as long as you started working with him, though he was always too shy to confess to you. But maybe the tedious kiss cams can help this batter make a good catch for a change.
Warning: Fluff, Intercourse, Blowjob, Oral, Pretty Fucking Tame Compared to my Other Sin Works
Word Count: 5,229
A/N: OK, so I’ve been dying for Jimin to be in a baseball uniform, and just… what’s cuter than a Baseball player and a Mascot? I wanted something fluffy instead of just straight up sin but I hope you enjoyed the change of this compared to others! I found it sweet.

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Cold Imprint (Carlisle Cullen)

Originally posted by panlight

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen/Wolf!Reader
Words:1150
Warning(s): Injury mention
A/N: Wooo carlisle. i dont think i have written for him yet. Also sorry this sucks big time, my writers block was preventing me to do crap.
Request:  Can you do a fic where the reader is a wolf and gets caught in a bear trap and her imprint carlisle helps her?


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@ohwhataprettypinkhat I appreciate you asking anything, and hope you enjoy the fic!

Lance groaned loudly when Allura’s voice came over the speakers, calling the paladins to the control room. They had gone on mission after mission for a week, and his body was about ready to give up whether he liked it or not. He reluctantly dragged himself up from his bed and wandered to meet the others, bones creaking in protest.

“Glad to see everyone is up and at them!” Coran piped cheerily; he was met with several pairs of sleep-deprived and cranky eyes. “Please say we’re going to the space mall or something,” Lance said, stretching luxuriously. “Hate to agree, but I don’t think I want to see anything purple ever again,” Keith grumbled. Allura brought up a large map, and the paladins inspected the glowing screen as she explained.

“Today is indeed a peaceful trip. There is a planet nearby with a species known to be friendly, and we’ll be going to negotiate an alliance.” A chorus of relieved sighs met her words, and she turned around with a solemn gaze. “This is an important mission despite its lack of violence, so I’ll need everyone,” she glared at Lance, “to take it seriously and be on their best behavior.” “You know me, princess! It’ll be a piece of cake,” Lance said, waving his hand dismissively.

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God please someone make fan art of static Bucky and Clint with their fur and feathers standing on end I beg you.


Thor arrived, all shimmering golden fur and giant paws and static that made his mane stand on end. He took up the entire entryway, towering over the doorways and knocking paintings off of the walls. The lights flickered on and off. JARVIS frantically tried to inform Tony but he kept cutting out, and making little ‘fzzt-fzzt’ noises instead of words. Dum-E, U, and Butterfingers began squealing hysterically in terror, zipping up and down the length of the workshop, knocking things from tables and shelves so much that Steve caught Tony around the waist and slithered up onto a table, holding him above the fray.

Loki kicked Thor with more franticness than he’d ever shown before. “Stop this immediately! You are frightening The Voice, Jarvis!”

“My apologies,” Thor said remorsefully, the timbre of his voice causing an antique clock to fall from the wall.

He curled his legs in and under, slowly beginning to shrink to a more suitable size, Old magic sparkling around him like a cape. When he stood again, he was tall and broad and built like a tank engine, top half human, bottom half still leonine, fur shimmering like his thick mane of long golden hair. He was not as large as Hulk but his power was still there, glowing and concentrated, so much so that the Hulk sized him up but did not engage.

“Brother!” Thor said joyfully, grabbing the paler man up in a hug that he immediately squawked and tried to struggle out of.

Natasha and Hulk shared a long, disbelieving look before looking back at the two Old monsters.

Steve and Tony stumbled up from the lab, looking harried. Tony was trying to tame his hair. “What the fuck?!”

“Ah, Anthony!” Thor boomed, finally releasing Loki to stride toward him.

Loki skittered on his hooves, disoriented. Hulk took pity on him and caught him, one broad hand helping him stand straight until he got his bearings.

“Oh no,” Tony said, voice small, before the monster drew him up into a hug. He stiffened, waiting for pain, but began to relax, surprised.

Thor was gentle with him, as if knowing how sensitive he was, how easy it was to hurt him now with the reactor. That didn’t make his hug and less tight or protective. Tony hesitated before lifting his arms from protecting his chest to instead wrap them around Thor’s still vaguely fuzzy shoulders.

“I am glad to see you well!” Thor said, then amended “…As well as you may be.”

“Well, it was all thanks to you,” Tony admitted as he was set down.

Thor laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. “Nay, it is truly your human—oh dear, Anthony, I do apologize,” he added as he helped the human off the ground. “I am so unused to this form. Mayhaps I will grow used to it! Now that I know I may see my brother here—”

“You are not invited,” Loki tried to cut in scathingly, still clutching Hulk’s hand as his legs continued to tremor with aftershocks from his brother’s power. It was kind of hard to take him seriously like that, though.

“You’re Loki’s brother?” Steve asked, and then gave Thor a long once over before repeating in disbelief, “You’re Loki’s brother?”

“I was a foundling,” Loki muttered petulantly.

Thor turned to frown at him. “Yes, but we have always loved you like our own. I do not understand why you left us, brother.”

Loki rolled his eyes and ‘tsk’ed. “If you do not understand, I cannot explain it.”

“Things are suddenly making so much sense,” Tony whispered quietly, hands on his cheeks. Then he jumped a little. “Wait where—where are Bucky and Clint?”

Steve frowned. “Bucky was gonna go see if Clint wanted to go outside, last I checked, but I don’t know if they made it outside—”

They all rushed toward the den. There was a trail of feathers leading to the small closet and Bucky’s tail was sticking out from under the couch.

Tony rushed to the closet as Steve rushed to the couch. “Clint! Clint, are you okay?!”

“…’m fine,” came Clint’s muttered answer, muffled by the door.

Tony frowned, putting his hands against the wood. “Really?”

Yes.

“But how can I be sure unless you show me?” Tony asked, honestly concerned, because Clint was still—hurting. Tony had been back from Afghanistan for two months and Clint still went through bouts of protectiveness and depression.

There was a very long pause before the doorknob jiggled. Tony stepped back to allow the door to open. For a long moment, nothing happened, so Tony took a few more steps back in case Clint was feeling cagey.

Clint slid one clawed foot out of the closet, paused, then sighed and squeezed out the rest of the way, staring at Tony forlornly.

Tony stared at him, gaping, hands slowly rising to cover his mouth.

“Don’t laugh,” Clint said miserably, trying to push his feathers down. “Also help? They won’t—they won’t stay down.”

Tony immediately reached out to try and help push Clint’s feathers down, letting out a yelp when he was zapped by some particularly strong static. “Ow!”

Clint turned to glare at Natasha, who had begun laughing at him the moment he’d stepped out. “I said don’t laugh! I look like I flew through a bad lightning storm, just—not as wet fuck why did this happen?!” he lamented, tucking his wings around him uncomfortably.

Tony heard Steve burst out laughing and turned, unable to help the startled giggle that escaped him when he saw Bucky, sour-faced and all his fur standing on end. He looked like a giant Pomeranian. “Oh!”

“Laugh it up, you asshole,” Bucky snapped, then reached out to graze a finger over Steve’s cheek.

Steve yelped and grabbed his cheek, slithering backward and looking at Bucky with betrayal. “Oh, come on! It’s funny! You’d laugh at me if I had fur to do this!”

Bucky sneered at him before turning to look up at Thor, scowling. “Thanks for nothing, buddy.”

“I apologize,” Thor repeated. “It has been so long since I have entered a human dwelling, I had no idea how much had changed—and certainly I did not expect… so many of you.”

“Anthony is fond of monsters,” Loki said from behind him. He sounded like a sulking child. No one was brave enough to point that out. “That is why I sent you after him. What would become of these poor creatures without him?”

Natasha turned to face him slowly, face a blank mask. “And just who is a poor creature?”

Tony had to cover his mouth again to smother his giggle at how Loki found something else interesting very quickly and had to leave the room.

Thor turned to Natasha, looking delighted. “Ah, I see you have a warrior’s heart!”

“I’ll eat him,” Natasha replied.

Thor paused a moment before letting out a booming laugh. “You are quite terrifying! I like it!”

Natasha awkwardly took a few steps back before managing a small smile.


“It was Stane,” Pepper said, setting a thick folder onto the table. She took a deep breath before her face crumpled. She covered it quickly, shoulders shaking. “It was Stane.

Tony didn’t want to believe it. He dragged the folder closer and began looking through it, frantic to find something—anything—to tell him that Pepper was wrong, that it was a mistake.

Thor frowned as Tony began to cry as well, silent tears that dripped down his cheeks as his hands began to tremble. Perhaps—perhaps now was not a good time to bid farewell. He backed out of the kitchen quietly, wincing when he bumped into someone and knocked them over.

“Ow what the he—” Bucky began angrily, letting out a yelp when Thor immediately clamped a hand around his muzzle to silence him. He growled and struggled as he was dragged away from the door, clawing at the blond’s hand, and snarled when Thor let go of him. “What the actual fuck you asshole—

“Anthony is—” Thor paused, searching for words. “…He has gotten some bad news.”

“Bad? What bad? Like his heart thingy is dying bad or Pepper scolded him for not eating more vegetables bad?” Bucky asked immediately.

Thor tilted his head, searching again, even though he knew the younger monster was getting impatient. That was the trouble with all these younger monsters—they hadn’t had millennia like he had, so they rushed into things. “It appears that the cause of his… problems,” he began after a moment. “Were caused by a man named Stane. And he is distraught over this.”

“Oh,” Bucky said, and then his face fell. “Oh. Oh no.

Thor frowned in concern. “Is this—is this Stane someone close to him?”

Bucky turned and grabbed his shoulders, frowning up at him. “He was Tony’s uncle figure. We tried to tell him he was no good, but… you know humans.”

“I really do not, but I believe I understand,” Thor said somberly.


“…I’m sorry,” Agent Coulson offered.

Tony watched him compile all of the files Pepper had given him, numb.

“We appreciate that,” Pepper said, putting her hands on Tony’s shoulders. “Thank you, Agent Coulson.” She gripped Tony’s shoulders tightly when the other man stood. “Let’s walk him to the door, Tony.”

Tony stood mechanically, pushed in his chair. He led the way to the door.

“Oh,” Agent Coulson said, staring at the ceiling.

Tony and Pepper looked up as well. They blanched when they saw the giant cobweb up there and scrambled to come up with an explanation.

“Looks like you have an infestation,” Agent Coulson mused. “You can always call on us for that as well.”

“They’re not a bother,” Tony snapped immediately, then paled.

Agent Coulson gave him a bland look. “I never said they were. We’ll keep you updated on the process. So far we should have enough to indict him without bail but I’ll let you know how that goes.”

“Thank you, Agent Coulson,” Pepper cut in before Tony could say anything else.

“Have a good evening,” Agent Coulson replied before stepping out the door.

They waited until his car passed the gate before Tony turned and bellowed, “NATASHA!”

Natasha poked her head in from the den, looking contrite. “I wanted to hear what was happening with Stane so I could tell Clint.”

Pepper watched Tony sag like all the fight had been taken out of him. She did not feel the same defeat. “I told you I’d keep you abreast of the situation.”

Natasha grimaced.

“They’ve always told me that Obi—that Stane was bad news,” Tony admitted quietly.

“Oh, like they’ve never been wrong,” Pepper scoffed. “They thought I was bad news.”

Tony looked up at her in confusion. “Wait, what?”

“You were a different kind,” Natasha began.

“No, bad news is bad, no matter which way you spin it,” Pepper cut in immediately. “You thought I was going to hurt Tony or his company and as much as you say you’re sorry and as much as I may forgive you, I’m not going to forget it. You’re not infallible.”

“What?” Tony repeated in disbelief. “Pepper—Pepper’s a gift.

Natasha sighed. “And we know that now.

“I think you all need to take a step back and remember that Tony’s a human,” Pepper added coldly. “You can’t just keep him here like some sort of princess in a castle. He’s needed outside this mansion. I understand that Clint has PTSD and anxiety out the whazoo but please. Trust me.” She spread her hands. “You’re Tony’s family and I’m always going to be a little hurt that you didn’t like me at first but I have nothing but Tony’s best interest at heart—which means I have nothing but your best interests at heart. Stane wanted Tony to move out of here and I made him shut up about it so Tony didn’t have to worry about you. I am on your side.”

“We—I’m sorry,” Natasha said honestly, realizing that this was an apology everyone would have to make individually. She stepped further out from behind the wall, frowning, as she looked Pepper up and down. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a human like you before, Pepper.”

“And you never will again,” Pepper told her seriously, but there was a smile playing at her lips.

“Okay, but,” Tony began, but then Pepper turned and put a finger to his lips, whispering, ‘shhh.’ He blinked as he watched her walk back into the kitchen, then burst out a perplexed, “What?!


“Friend Anthony,” Thor boomed, making him jump and flail. Clint squawked as he dropped him from the back of the couch. “I must take my leave of you!”

“The hell,” Tony began, rubbing his tailbone, before letting out a yelp as Thor grabbed him by the shoulders and lifted him up like he weighed nothing. “Oh!”

“Do not tell Loki, but I have another human whom I had to take leave from to rescue you,” Thor whispered conspiratorially.

Tony stared up at him, eyes round with surprise. “Really?!”

“Yes. Three, actually,” he added, tilting his head. “Although Lady Jane was the one that hit me with her car.”

Tony gaped, voice barely heard above Clint beginning to cackle with laughter. “What.

“In any case, I must take my leave of you,” Thor repeated, looking down at him fondly. “Please take care of my brother. I know that he is a handful, but… he appears to enjoy your company. He asked me to rescue you, after all.”

Tony blinked up at him, frowning. “How did you find me, anyway?”

“I rely less on magic than my dear brother,” Thor began, then tilted his head, frowning. “…I am surprised he did not have a thread of magic wrapped around you. He will have fixed that error by now. But as I do not rely on magic, it is of no consequence when I cannot feel it. Loki intimated to me that no one could find you, and I… Alas, I am foolhardy this way. I took it as the challenge Loki expected I would. It helped that the villagers whispered rumors of your passing through still, when I finally made it there. I am not ashamed of falling for his scheme,” he decided after a moment. “At least not this time. Loki has so few he calls comrades. He has found a home here. I am glad of this, Anthony.”

“I—I’m glad of it too, Thor,” Tony admitted, because sometimes he wondered. Loki’s attitude was hard to parse even on the best of days, but hearing that… it was nice. “You can come visit whenever you want.”

Thor smiled, and it lit up his whole face. “Thank you, Anthony. I will remember your kindness.”

“Do you guys even realize how ominous it is when you say shit like that,” Tony complained, and Thor laughed before turning to leave the mansion.

He’d learned his lesson. He would change forms outside, well away from the building.

Odin (A Binding on Ichor series)

Originally posted by smiletotheshadow

Pairing: Ivar X Reader

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: prepare yourself for cute things

-The Morrígna- -Odin- -Cernnunos- and -Anu-

It would have been a simple part 2 title but good ol’ Morrigan (Non-plural of the name) wasn’t mentioned, a certain someone else in the current title was soooo…introducing a theme of Gods now. Odin forcing my hand to a new title.


Your father leaves you with two bridal gifts, one to protect you and the other to protect your home. Both help reveal just a little more about you to Ivar, but not as much as how you deal with criminals.


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For someone who woke him up first you were taking awhile to leave. Ivar was set and ready to go in the wagon when he saw why. Your goodbyes were carefree and final, yet your mother was in tears and would break from you only to steal another tight embrace. The endearment was sobering to witness, bringing him back to his final parting with his own mother though his was much less promising. Much like he was back then, you seemed entirely assured and satisfied this was your path.

Spinning on a leash around your more melancholy father’s feet was a black and brown puppy, or at least Ivar assumed it was a puppy, the little beast was the size of a small child. His legs were gangly, his tail long and thin, excitedly whipping at his heels as he got stuck at the King’s feet, one floppy ears flipped back as he looked up. Surprisingly when you finally got away from your mother, your father untangled himself and handed you the leather rope. Ivar sat up to see you leading the happy dog to the wagon.

“I was not told we would have a third party…” he teased seeing how tired you looked up close. Clearly your Goddess had left in time for you to deal with your parents long goodbyes.

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