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Finding Steve

Title:  Finding Steve

Author:  Mimi aka @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  Six months have passed since Steve became a fugitive. You’ve been searching for him.

Characters:  Steve Rogers x female reader

Word Count:  2122

Warnings:  slight angst, nsfw, smut, fingering, unprotected sex

Author’s Notes:  This is my first Marvel fic (I write Supernatural as @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog). It was inspired by the picture below.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

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Submission - Dash and Harv fic, alien preg whump etc.!

Ripley: @thethespacecoyote wrote a lil sum sum for me and it is excellent. Happy reading folks:


I come bearing gifts of surgical angst and incubation  mixups and poor Dash’s organs getting wrecked. I just enjoy hurting the pretty boys. :P

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“So…?” Dash rasped, one hand resting gingerly on his swollen stomach, “what’s the deal, doc?”

He was pretty pissed off, but tried not to take out his anger on his friend as Harvey took his blood pressure and temperature before proceeding with the rest of the checkup. But that didn’t mean he was going to be a frikkin’ peach considering this crappy turn of events. 

Just because Dash was used to being rushed to the hospital didn’t mean that he resented it any less. Especially when he’d been curled up all nice and comfortable with food delivery punched in and on the way. Sure, he’d been having some chest pains for the past few days since the incubation had started to encroach further and further on his organs, but that was largely par for the course until he’d wobbled to his feet towards the door to pay for his food—only for his consciousness to cut out like a light-switch the moment he’d keyed in the code for the door, sending him crashing over the threshold. 

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I Will Break You...or not.

A/N - *Long sigh* Well, here it is! The second fic of this impromtu Jeremy-centric weekend of goofy smut fics involving him dressing up in dumb costumes! As those of you who saw my posts in the last few days already know, this was inspired by Mr. Dooley’s new look as well as the stream that followed shortly (hee hee…) after that reveal in which he had the Bane mask on. If you thought yesterday’s fic was dumb and gratutious than you ain’t seen nothing yet - I even made this one a Tall!Reader, as if it wasn’t self-indulgent enough. So if you honestly like the idea of reading an insanely goofy fic featuring a tiny man cosplaying a Batman villain for his much taller lady, than I guess this is the fic for you! Enjoy…if you can…

Pairing - Jeremy x Tall!Reader

Warnings - Swearing, sex, a giant Tree Lady teasing a poor teeny, tiny, little man.

Word Count - 3, 248

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A Most Unfortunate Encounter (Strange Magic Drabble)

WARNING: Some smut. Minor, nothing too explicit. Also, cursing later on.

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“I really hate parties.” The princess flared her gleaming wings in something similar to agitation, the shades of magenta that sometimes shone in the thin membranes contrasting to the bright almost-blue of the lower wings as she flew up onto a branch. Bog followed her, sitting down on the wood while she remained standing.

“Myself, I only really know how to crash them,” he said, hoping the mix of joke and honesty would amuse her–and it did. She sat own next to him and wrapped her arms around his left one, resting her chin on the rough chitin of his shoulder plating with a small, mischievous smile.

“We should crash some parties together more often, then,” she purred, puckering her lips. Bog responded by snaking his head down to kiss them, and she released his arm in favor of wrapping hers around his neck instead, mouth opening against his tongue to deepen the kiss, inviting him to push just a little harder. He made an almost purring noise and did, pulling her slim body onto his lap. She folded against him without complaint, knees on either side of his hips, and when she tightened her legs just a little the pressure of her thighs on his made him kiss her just a little harder.

“Hey,” his pretty, sexy fairy said, slightly breathless but mostly playful and most certainly full of devious intent. She fluttered her wings and a small breeze brushed his face as she pulled away. “Let’s go.”

“Go? Where to?” It didn’t really matter, in all honesty–he was going to follow her anywhere. Especially considering how she looked now, with the moonlight illuminating the golden and red and almost violet highlights in the brown strands of her hair, and her eyes heavy-lidded and seductive. Marianne chuckled and sidled up to him, curling her supple body around his rather rigid one so that when she fluttered her eyes, her lashes ghosted over his cheek as she whispered in his ear, “My room.”

That was accompanied by a finger slithering tantalizingly up his spine, and his wings jerked violently in response. He caught her around the waist before she could dance away and kissed her hard, then let go with bright, smoldering eyes. “Let’s go.”

Marianne whooped and sprang off the branch, wings snapping open to catch the wind and send her swirling higher. Delighted, he raised his own, ragged wings and took off after her, swooping through the air above the spiraling butterfly until he could fall in alongside her. She spun around and took his hand, and he smiled, unable to mask the warm glow that rose inside him whenever she touched him.

They landed on one of the balconies and slipped through into the hall, holding hands and giggling and snickering, as pleased with their little escapade as two lovestruck teenagers sneaking out. They darted into the shadows to avoid a lone guard on patrol, pressed against each other in the space between the wall and a statue, then scampered to her door. Marianne pulled it open and ushered him inside, giggling like a schoolgirl, then darted through the space and shut the wooden door behind her. When the door was closed, she jumped on him, hooking her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, muffling her laughter between kisses. “You make me feel like a little girl, sneaking a midnight snack, all over again,” she breathed against his mouth before biting his lower lip hungrily. He snaked his tongue over her teeth when she released his lip before opening his mouth to hers, and her wings fluttered as she moved into the kiss.

“I’m not surprised you were a little vagabond,” he purred into her hair when she hopped down, kissing his neck and then down his mottled chest. “Such a….troublemaker…”

“Wanna see me make trouble?” The fairy murmured into his carapace, now flaring her wings on purpose. Though he had spent his whole life largely disgusted by bright colors and the way the fairies looked like living rainbows, he had come to realize that few things were as mind-numbingly hot as when Marianne flapped those brilliant, beautiful wings to get his attention.

He caught her waist again and pulled her to him roughly, jerking her smaller body against his in that way she liked so much, and her cheeks grew red when he did so. A low growl rumbled from deep inside his chest and her face grew even hotter at the feeling of his hungry eyes upon her. She met them challengingly, thrilling at the intensity and spark and danger that those smoldering eyes entailed.

“Show me,” he growled, and without hesitation Marianne went for his mouth like a hungry tiger, grabbing hold of the collar of his chestplate and dragging him back towards her rose bed. Since they had arrived at the fairy palace, the original bed had been replaced by a much larger one, this time made from a series of rose petals layered in a huge walnut shell, large enough for both of them to sprawl out comfortably. Dawn had helped engineer the operation; Marianne’s father would have three and a half cows if he knew they were sharing a room, nevermind a bed. Nevermind doing this.

Marianne’s hands were on his segmented abdomen and he found himself once again surprised by just how much fire this tiny fairy had in her little body. The woman had a drive and libido that even he was hard-pressed to compete with. He found the seam of the petals on her back and pulled the garment off, carefully working it over her wings with her help. Her fingers were already shimmying her leggings off–those boots were long gone–and when she had disrobed completely, she decided to bite his neck. He had to bury a small moan in her shoulder; amused, she whispered, “Remember, we’ve gotta keep quiet.”

He laughed and nibbled at the most sensitive part of her ear, making her yip and then flush. “You remember.”

“You did it first, not me,” she chuckled, tightening her legs around his hips and tugging him down so most of his weight was on her chest. His rough exoskeleton pricked against her skin, but did not hurt her, and she dug her fingers into the grooves between the plates on his back, canting her hips against his pelvis. He grunted and tried to ignore her antics.

“You were louder,” he hissed, punctuating his statement with another nip, this time to the hollow of her collarbone where neck met shoulder, and she hid her squeal by pressing her face against his palm. Her eyes were sultry and full of hot passion when she looked back at him, challenging, daring him to try and extort another noise from her, and it made a fire sing in his blood. His wings rubbed against each other in a showcase of excitement, and hers were spread underneath her, the edges turning slightly up around their entwined bodies.

“Urgh,” she muttered as he kissed her neck and trailed his ministrations down her throat to her chest, “At least almost everyone’s at that party. Yes, do that again.”

He did, dragging his teeth ever so gently over the surface of her soft skin, his rough tongue then following the same path in reverse. She shuddered underneath him and he grinned, shifting his weight so he was propped up on his elbows and not lying on her, his hands at her shoulders and she had tightened her legs around his hips when suddenly and without warning, the door flew open.

The next few moments were rather blurry. Marianne lurched halfway out from under him to twist her upper half around and unleash an ear-splitting scream of rage without any warning, for a moment he was too surprised to do anything, and then he jumped back and away from her, and Marianne was screaming like the devil was after her, screaming at–her father!

Ohhhh no. Oh no oh no oh no. Not her dad. Please, anyone but her DAD. And yet, there was her father, right there, bug-eyed with his right eye twitching, screaming something like “MARIANNE WHAT ARE YOU DOING HOW COULD YOU MY LITTLE GIRL OH MY GOD NO” and Marianne was SHRIEKING at the top of her lungs, “DO YOU KNOW HOW TO KNOCK?! YOU CAN’T JUST BARGE INTO MY GODDAMN BEDROOM WHEN THE DOOR IS CLOSED AND NOT EXPECT ME TO REACT THIS WAY–”

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER MARIANNE WHAT HAVE YOU DONE”

“YOU ACT LIKE I’VE COMITTED SOME HIDEOUS SIN HE’S MY HUSBAND I AM AT PERFECT LIBERTY TO–”

“NO HE’S NOT HE’S–HE’S–AND YOU OH MY GOD MARIANNE HOW COULD YOU DO THIS–”

“HE IS AS GOOD AS WE’RE GETTING MARRIED IN A MONTH FATHER DO NOT PATRONIZE ME FOR BEING A FREAKING ADULT HOW DARE YOU–”

The king’s enraged eyes now went to Bog, and for the first time in years and years, the goblin king felt genuine fear. The old fairy looked ready to eviscerate him with his bare hands, and Bog’s face was burning with embarrassment, which made him feel all the guiltier–even though Marianne was his fiancee and there was nothing wrong with that–and jeez, the door was closed!

Oh dear God. The fairy king was about to pop a vein. His face was as red as a tomato, and Bog’s own was turning a shade of pink he was unaccustomed to. He tried to hide behind Marianne, but she was getting up, and he didn’t know whether to grab her arm and tug her back down or not.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH,” George bellowed, spittle flying from his lips as he started towards Bog. “HOW DARE YOU DEFILE MY DAUGHTER–”

“OH HELL NO DAD, HE IS NOT THE ONE AT FAULT HERE, WE ARE AFFIANCED ADULTS DON’T YOU DARE TRY AND ACT LIKE I’M AN IRRESPONSIBLE TEENAGER–”

“I AM STILL YOUR FATHER, THIS IS DISGRACEFUL, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE AT A PARTY, BOTH OF YOU, I SHOULD HAVE HAD BOYS–”

“DO YOU REALLY THINK A BOY WOULD HAVE DONE ANYTHING DIFFERENT, MOST BOYS WOULD PROBABLY LIKE PARTIES EVEN LESS, BOG IS MALE AND THAT DIDN’T STOP ME OR HIM MOM WOULD’VE JUST BEEN LIKE ‘OOPS SORRY GUYS’ AND MAYBE WOULD HAVE HAD A CONCISE CHAT WITH ME THE NEXT DAY EVEN FRIGGIN’ GRISELDA WOULD NOT HAVE–”

This was just getting worse by the second. Bog had one option available to him. He grabbed one of the petals and dove underneath it, trying to make his large, lanky frame as small as physically possible. Marianne had snapped her wings up in front of her body and jumped off the bed to scream at her father from closer quarters, as well as keep the old king from charging at Bog and ripping his wings off, and several of the guards had appeared in the hall, alarmed by all the shrieking, along with Dawn and Stanley or whatever the elf’s name was. Unfortunately, there was only so much of himself he could hide and his all-too-recognizable wings were sticking out.

“GET OUT OF MY FUCKING ROOM!!”

“DON’T YOU USE THAT LANGUAGE WITH ME, MARIANNE MISLETOE FAE-RIE!!”

“THEN I WILL JUST GO BACK TO THE DARK CASTLE AND HAVE SEX ALL FREAKING DAY HOW ABOUT THAT”

“MARIANNE!!!”

Kill me, Bog thought. Kill me right now. 


Eventually Dawn was able to calm both Marianne and her father down, and the king left fuming and disgruntled and in genuine pain from walking in on his daughter getting frisky with what had long been his mortal enemy. Bog, for his part, did everything in his power to avoid the king and all other fairies, but especially the king, once he was willing to leave the room. Marianne had actually temporarily gone off the deep end and stormed after her father wearing nothing but her wings, still screaming, until Dawn had dragged her back and made her put her clothes back on. For almost a day, he and Marianne could barely look each other in the eye, and things were only made worse when Sunby sauntered by and winked at Bog with a sly, “Nice going, BK.” Why did everyone blame him??

Anything but Platonic Part Two

note: its literally been 84 years…. but i finally have a part two for this if you dont remember part one (i even had to reread it i knew nothing lmaoo)  ill just leave a link

pairing: ashton and y/n

work count: 1.4k

summary: y/n gets a lil lost and hears some news she wish she never did :/

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I should have stayed home were my initial thoughts as Michael and I attempted to find our way back to the cabin after wanting to have “an adventurous hike in the woods.” It made absolutely no sense because I hated the outdoors and the freaky spiders that came with it, and Michael kept complaining about how he somehow forgot sunscreen. He wasn’t his pale self anymore. He was now red and had peeling skin on his shoulders.

As the leaves crunched beneath our feet in a serene sounding way, our annoyed voices masked over it. He yelled at me; I yelled at him. Arguing would lead Michael and I nowhere yet we continued to bicker as the sun began to sit on the horizon. The sky was now pink with purple streaks crossing over it like a beautiful painting. I bet I could appreciate it if Michael would stop grumbling on about how his feet hurt and how we would die in the wilderness.

“Why hasn’t Calum found me yet? He should be missing me right now,” Michael whined, collapsing next to a rock, throwing his face into his hands in frustration. The deep blues of his hair were drenched in sweat as he mumbled on an on about being hungry and wanting to take a nap.

Taking a seat beside Michael against the oddly familiar rock, I said, “Maybe he’s too busy making out with Luke.”

He laughed loudly, causing the birds in the trees above us to fly away into the night. Lucky bastards know where they’re going I thought. I leaned my head onto his shoulder, more tired than he would have been after an intense show. My eyelids droop down, threatening to  put me into sleep, yet I wouldn’t let them. I refused to fall asleep when there was a possibility there could be some sort of bug crawling up my legs as I slept next to Michael on the forest floor.

“I hate us so much,” I whined. “Why did we even go outside?! There isn’t even cell service in this dumb forest and we can’t even find our way out and the sun’s already gone, and those fuckers aren’t even looking for us.”

“I should have joined a phone company who has awesome cell service in the forest. I think I have enough money to afford that.”

Michael leant his heavy head against my own as he lazily played with the ends of my hair. It seemed as if we both have given up ever finding human civilization again. There was no use in trying to find the cabin when the stars were already peeking out from the night sky.

“Maybe we should start walking again,” Michael suggested, rising from his spot on the floor and reaching his hand out to help me up.

I looked around the darker trees, scared to see a pair of glowing eyes back at me before saying, “Okay, which way did we come into this clearing from though?”

“Fuck,” Michael yelled. I guess he didn’t remember either. The two of us continued to drag our weary bodies deeper into the forest or closer to the cabin; we didn’t know.

My converse clad feet dragged against the dead leaves and dirt as Michael hummed one of his new songs and joked about not making it to tour because his corpse needed to be found in the depths of the forest. Cracking a smile, I agreed with his statement.  

Michael swung his sweaty arm around my shoulders, placing all his body weight onto my weak self. Too lazy to push him off into the dirt, I wrapped my arm around his waist as we continued on our stupid journey through the stupid woods. I came out to have a good time camping, eat s’mores and hang out with my boys before they leave and now I’m stuck in a forest, with no s’mores or food, and only left with the one boy who dragged me into this situation.

“You know that game that Phoebe plays in friends? Kinda like this or that, but at a rapid speed.” I nodded my head and stared suspiciously at Michael as he continued to speak. “Let’s play that game. I’ll ask the questions because you’d probably take too long coming up with questions.” Michael smirked at me before saying, “Red or blue?”

“Blue.”

“Burgers or fries?”

“Fries.”

“Coke or Pepsi?”

“Coke.”

“Are you in love with Ashton?”

“Yeah - Oh my God,” I yell, staring wide eyed at a smiling Michael. He had a shit-eating grin that caused his double chin to become more evident as I threw his body off of me, yet he barely lost his balance. He continued to yell and scream “I knew it” as I covered my blushing face with my hands.

“Michael, I hate you with such a burning pass-”

“There’s our cabin! They’re outside by the fire! I’m gonna tell Ashton!” Michael shouted before taking off in the direction of the orangey glow that was surely coming from our bonfire.

Without thinking, my heart was beating against my ribcage as I chased after Michael, who had freakishly long legs compared to me. It was such a task that I was already out of breath when Calum and Luke spotted our running figures in the distance.

They both cheered seeing Michael and I sprinting at them with full force, yet didn’t stop me when I hurled my body as hard as I could to tackle Michael to the grass around the cabin’s lawn. He screeched like a little girl as I clung onto his back like a koala and pressed my body to his aching sunburn, not completing the task that I was looking for. Instead of sending Michael and myself to the ground, I was hanging onto his body for dear life as he attempted to shout Ashton’s name.

I slammed my hand down to clamp his mouth as Luke and Calum watched us with wide eyes, wondering why I was attached to Michael’s body as he muffled a, “Where’s Ashton?” to his friends. Confused, they both pointed to the entrance of the cabin as I started screaming bloody murder, and trying to make myself heavier to weigh down Michael, but he seemed like he was as strong as Mr. Incredible which infuriated me.

Michael bursted through the screen door, me still on his back, but when he accidentally slammed me against the hallway wall, we heard muffled voices coming from Ashton and Dana’s shared bedroom.

I punched Michael’s upper arm, urging him to stay quiet so we could eavesdrop on the conversation between the the two in the bedroom. Michael placed his cold hands under my thighs, holding me more securely as we pressed our ears to the wooden door. It was too late to go back to yelling and running when there was an opportunity to listen in to some great gossip.

“Ashton, Y/N seems a little off to me,” the more feminine voice spoke up, causing me to scoff softly. Michael glared at me, signaling me to shut up and stay quiet.

A loud sigh emitted from Ashton. He seemed so stressed, causing my own heart to break at his distress. “Dana, baby, you have nothing to worry about. I promise you,” Ashton reassured making Michael scoff this time. I slapped him upside his head, my hand slipping slightly from the sweat drenching his hair.

“Ashton, do you not see the way she looks at you? She looks at you the way Michael looks at pizza, or Calum looking at a dog.”

“So, what if she loves me? It’s not like I love her back.”

I frowned, slowly climbing down Michael’s body, not wanting to hear any other words that proved Ashton would never love me. I tried to leave the hallway and trudge back outside, yet Michael grasped my wrist and convinced me to stay. We both hoped that Ashton could climb out of the hole he dug himself.

“Can you do me a favor then? I’m just scared.”

“Yeah of course. What is it?”

“Choose. It’s either me or her because I sure as hell don’t want to be in a relationship where there’s a high risk that you’ll leave me for another girl.”

It hurt to hear such words. Was Dana really going to make him choose? Was Ashton actually going to decide?

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