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    “Listen, yeah,” Ed says, obviating the entire statement by taking an overlarge slug of his drink. The pink dart of his tongue that follows after is almost hidden by the shadow of his mustache.
    “I’ve been thinking. How would you feel about, uh,” the sound of the leather of his glove grating against his trousers seems loud in the quiet as he traces the length of his thigh up to his hip, restless fingers tap-tapping away again against the steel of a fastening. “Lending a hand?”

    In which Ed has no chill, Stede has no idea how this happened, and everyone needs to get their shit together.

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    10 Apr 2022

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    "I accidentally created a whole real person to be my sexual plaything! And now I'm about to baby-trap him! In a trap that I also created! I'm pretty sure this isn't okay!"

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    28 Dec 2021

  3. Public Bookmark 61

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    When Tony shows up to a battle sick, Loki takes exception.

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    05 Oct 2021

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    Loki bakes sometimes.

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    13 Sep 2021

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    On the one hand, there was something about Loki with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, flour dusted over himself... that really worked for Tony.

    On the other hand, Loki baking was almost always Bad News.

    It wasn't that Loki was a bad baker. On the contrary. Somehow, despite never sticking to the measurements or even really the recipe, his creations were always delicious. But they were always just kind of... wrong.

    Like the hot chilli cookies. Tony gave a little shudder remembering them, while his stomach growled appreciatively.

    Loki was chaotic, and nowhere was that more evident than in the kitchen. Tony preferred precision and careful weighing of ingredients and Loki preferred... none of that.

    (Well, okay, there was maybe one place Loki was even more chaotic than the kitchen, but that was a whole other story.)

    (And that one time that Loki had tried to combine the two, which was fucking traumatizing, and mint essence was now banned from Tony's penthouse for good reason.)

    Today, Loki had baked a cake, and it was still warm from the oven, rich and fragrant. Molasses oozed from it and Tony eyed it with trepidation. God only knew - so to speak - what flavor combination lurked in that thing

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    When Sesshomaru meets her, he knows the truth of what they will be to one another, though he refuses to accept it.

    When next they meet, he has no choice but to accept what is before him and what it represents. 100 word drabble series. AO3 Exclusive.

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    02 Sep 2021

  6. Public Bookmark 36

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    Even Tony Stark gets spam every once in a while – but only he has an AI that will eventually become ticked off by it, and move to do something about the issue. Or: the one time J.A.R.V.I.S. almost broke the internet.

    Written for: Fills a prompt on my table (sci-fi, MCU/Tony Stark) at fc-smorgasbord (square: hacker).

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    15 May 2021

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Very good

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    02 Apr 2021

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    When a song gets stuck in your head, it really gets stuck in your head. And your soulmate's.

    Tony's soulmate has been dead for a year. Which doesn't explain why he feels so drawn to this asshole in leather who's invading his planet.

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    22 Jan 2021

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    The ring grants Bilbo invisibility, allowing him to sneak around the elf king's palace unseen, but it also twists and shadows his mind. It makes its bearer possessive, obsessive, and leads them to act unlike themselves... and King Thranduil is so very, very beautiful.

    Hobbit-kink prompt fill: Bilbo/Thranduil - Voyeurism

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    18 Oct 2020

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    They muttered to each other, pressing small kisses to soft lips, until the dark haired elf drew them to the sofa. Thranduil handed Feren the goblet of wine and he drank deeply. The sweets were eaten as they talked, Bilbo listening to the elvish speech as if it was the most beautiful music. The elves sat close and let hands roam freely. The stroke of a hand across a shoulder was answered by a caress of fingers up a chest. The elf king's robe fell loose about his waist. Feren's green tunic was pulled off completely, the dark haired elf chuckling. Feren leaned forward to kiss up Thranduil's neck while the blond gently scratched his fingernails over his stomach.

    Thranduil said something in an impatient tone, tugging at Feren's arm, and they stood. The robe fell to the floor. Feren's boots were unlaced and kicked off. His sash and trousers were undone, taken off, and the nude dark haired elf was long, lean muscle and soldier strength and control. The elf king, pale and moon-glow beautiful with strong limbs and dancer poise and grace, curled his arms around the other and kissed him. Feren wrapped his arms around Thranduil, one hand palming his ass, and pressed their bodies together. Moans filled the air as their erections brushed. Thranduil rolled his hips and clutched the other elf tightly. Bilbo shoved his forearm in his mouth, biting down on his coat sleeve to keep himself quiet.

    Feren herded Thranduil across the room until the bed hit the back of the blond's knees and Feren pressed him down to sit. The soldier gracefully dropped to his knees. He stroked his palms over Thranduil's thighs, pressing them apart and bullying his shoulders between his legs. Thranduil's lips parted on a gasp as Feren licked up the underside of his hard cock. The flared head disappeared between Feren's lips, his tongue flicking at the slit. Thranduil sunk his fingers into Feren's dark hair and moaned.

    Bilbo crowded as close as he could. The hobbit watched, riveted, as the elf king's length slowly slid into Feren's mouth. Thranduil's hips twitched as warm wetness surrounded his cock. Feren slowly lifted his head, sucking as he pulled back. Thranduil groaned harshly. His blue eyes were bright and glassy with pleasure. Feren curled his tongue and sank back down. The elf king's back arched, tossing his pale hair. A wicked gleam in his brown eyes, Feren began sucking in earnest. The soldier slipped Thranduil's cock in and out of his mouth, bobbing his head. He lifted his hands to fondle the blond's balls and press at the sensitive spot behind them.

    Thranduil gave a cry, bucking his hips and pulling Feren's dark hair. “Feren,” he gasped, stomach muscles tightening. The elf king shook through his release. Feren's throat worked, swallowing the thick fluid the pulsing cock pumped into his mouth. Thranduil slowly relaxed, slumping a little. Feren carefully pulled away, leaving the elf king's cock wet and glistening. Thranduil moaned softly. He pulled at the dark haired elf. “Feren,” he whined pleadingly.

    Feren rose up on his knees and Thranduil cupped his cheeks, kissing him. He chased the taste of his release on the others tongue. Bilbo swayed, chewing his coat sleeve to stifle his noises. The bulge in his trousers ached painfully. The hobbit's mind rolled with want and possessiveness, a smothering blackness that absorbed all other thought. Thranduil tugged on Feren's shoulders, muttering against his lips, and the dark haired elf stood, pressing Thranduil back onto the bed. The elf king gave way, allowing Feren to climb atop him. Thranduil spread his legs, laying back on the bed, and Feren settled against him with a groan.

    Light and dark hair mingled on the pillows. The elves kissed, rocking gently together. Feren jerked as his hard cock rubbed against warm, soft skin. Thranduil trailed his fingernails lightly down Feren's back. The soldier kissed the elf king's neck and stroked along his flanks, palming the blond's ass. Feren sat up, eyes dark and blown wide with desire as he looked down at the beautiful pale haired elf splayed before him. His hands caressed from Thranduil's throat down his chest and stomach and around to his hips to finally run up his thighs and stop at his knees. Thranduil shivered as Feren murmured praise and desire, touching his king with reverence. Feren leaned forward to mutter something in his ear and Thranduil nodded, cheeks flushed. The elf king lifted a small bottle out of the drawer of the stand by the bed and passed it to Feren.

    Bilbo felt his chest might burst as the elves shifted on the bed. The dark haired elf slicked the fingers of one

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    After Obadiah's betrayal, Tony hides in the depths of the Midwest to become a mechanic.

    The Avengers come into his life anyway.

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    03 Oct 2020

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    Neither Rhodey or Pepper think much of Steve when they meet him.

    (Or, Steve and Pepper bond over art and Rhodey gets in a push-up contest with Captain America.)

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    01 Oct 2020

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    Loki is sentenced to life in the dungeon, there to spend the rest of his days. No one said he had to spend them awake.

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    29 Sep 2020

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    Lol 😆

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    Tony asks if there’s anything he missed while he was away - away, he says, because it’s easier than saying hey did anything interesting go down while I was kidnapped and getting tortured in a cave - and Rhodey hesitates before saying no.

    (Or, an Iron Man AU where Steve is defrosted while Tony is in Afghanistan.)

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    28 Sep 2020

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    “It’s not real,” Tony says, still smiling, jaw twitching with effort. “The fame. It’s - I’m just a guy."

    (Or, Notting Hill AU, with a twist.)

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    27 Sep 2020

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    Do not leave important questions to text messages. Rhodey and Tony learn the hard way.

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    28 May 2020

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    Jim grinned and dodged the second snap. Before Tony could take a third shot, he grabbed the towel and yanked it free. "Sure. When hell freezes over."

    Tony scrambled after the towel while Jim twisted to keep it out of his reach. "You know that's what they said about me ever getting married, right?"

    "...damn it." Jim ducked under one of Tony's arms, then came up and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Tony, I want you to listen to me carefully. You know what the letters DP stand for right? Other than domestic partnership?"

    Deep lines appeared on Tony's forehead as he frowned. "Davis-Putnam algorithm?"

    "No," Jim hissed, shaking him once. "Double penetration, that's what."

    At first, Tony didn't respond. Then the blood slowly drained out of his face. "Oh God."

    "Exactly!" Jim let go and shoved the towel at him. "Be more careful when you text, man."

    The towel dropped from Tony's hands to the polished hardwood. "No— No, you don't understand—" He rubbed his face, but he'd gone so pale that it barely brought any blood back to his cheeks. "I text messaged an invite to Wiccan and Hulkling just before you got here."

    Back by the leg press, Tony's phone let out a cheerful chime.

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    When Scott shows up in the middle of the night with a shoebox and a desperate expression, Danny knows exactly how to react. Unfortunately, slamming the door is less effective than you might think.

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    28 May 2020

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    Scott blinked and clutched a battered shoebox to his chest. He didn't move deeper into the apartment, just stood on the little tile entry point looking completely out of place on the 127.0.0.1 mat. "Uh, that's kind of complicated. Here? Sort of."

    Danny froze. Looked down at the shoe box. Up at Scott. "No."

    Incredibly, Scott had the gall to look hurt. "I haven't even asked you yet!"

    "You don't need to." Danny pointed at the shoebox. It was just a shoebox. Completely normal, a little worn at the edges. Except there was no reason for Scott to be carting around a shoe box at any time of day, much less at three in the morning. "Whatever's in there, I don't want anything to do with it. I don't care if it's a portal to Narnia, or a pile of gold that makes more gold or another freaking bottled djinn. The answer is no."

    "It's Stiles and Derek."

    Danny stared. "That's even worse!" Throwing up his hands, he turned and marched toward the kitchenette for a beer. If he was going to have his late-night Warcraft session interrupted, he was damn well going to get a beer out of it.

    Of course, Scott followed, carrying along—fuck him—Stiles and Derek. "It's not what you think," he explained earnestly, in that way only Scott could when things like people in shoeboxes came up. He set the box carefully on the kitchen bar, curling his arms around it like he was five seconds from hugging it again. Now that it was settled, Danny could just make out tiny scraping noises coming from inside. "Malia got attacked by this magic book thing and—"

    "No, McCall, let's try this again. I. Don't. Care." Bending over, Danny pulled out a beer from the fridge and popped the top off the bottle pointedly, staring at the shoebox of questionable contents. Stiles and Derek. Fuck his life. He took a pull. "Find someone else to do it."

    "It's just for a few hours," Scott begged. "Maybe even less. Deaton said the spell is really weak. It'll wear off as soon as we take out the thing that did it. You just have to watch them for a little while." He sagged downward, like he was on his way toward his knees. Which, okay, was one of those fantasies of Scott Danny had had more than a few times in high school. But that had been in high school, when hot boys who were actually murderous creatures of the night were a passing kink rather than depressing norm.

    Another drink. It was really all he had. "Why don't you do it? Or one of your pack?"

    "We have to go find the book demon, and we can't just leave them at Derek's house. He has cats." Scott said it like it was the most logical thing in the world.

    The scratching had gotten louder in the box, accompanied by the occasional squeak. On a hunch, Danny reached over and carefully lifted the box lid. Inside was some sort of sawdust bedding and a scattering of pellets. Two brownish-gray mice were huddled together in the far corner. No, not huddled. They were—

    "Jesus Christ!" He slammed the lid down before his delicate eyes could be permanently scarred. "What the hell, Scott?"

    "They do that a lot," Scott nodded, apparently completely at ease with carrying around a shoebox full of gay mouse porn. "You won't have to do anything—they have food. Please, Danny?"

    Danny tried. God, how he tried. But Scott was staring at him, and Danny had a history of weakness when it came to dark-haired boys with big brown eyes. "Fine," he grumbled, looking away.

    "You're the best." Werewolf reflexes in full gear, Scott grabbed Danny over the bar and hugged him before he could escape. "I'll come get them as soon as I can, okay? Thanks again!" One more squeeze, and then Scott was running. Before Danny could even think about changing his mind, Scott was out the door and down the hall, leaving the shoebox on the bar.

    Sighing, Danny looked down at the box. The sounds had, if anything, only gotten louder. Out of sheer masochistic curiosity, he lifted the lid again.

    Yup. Still fucking.

    Damn it.

    Tossing back his beer, Danny put the lid back on, put the empty bottle on top for security and then went back to his game. At least those werewolves he could deal with.

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    "Welcome to the 21st century, here's a ID card, sixty years of back pay and a pet genius inventor to sexually service you. Don't worry, he's had all his shots. Just don't let him near any boxes of scraps."

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    27 May 2020

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    Very good

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    “I think we should get married,” Tony announced as he let himself into Steve’s apartment, plopping next to him on the couch.

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    09 May 2020

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    The picture of himself and Lan Zhan that the gossip and rumors are painting is alluring, tempting, captivating – in love, together, kissing, sleeping together every night - oh, how captivating. A far better picture than Wei Wuxian sitting in a inn missing Lan Zhan with every breath after three weeks at Nie Huaisang’s whining about how much he missed Lan Zhan and yet not quite daring to do something about it; meanwhile Lan Zhan is being His Excellency and making the cultivation world hopefully better, but on his own, possibly missing Wei Wuxian as well. (Hopefully missing him, Wei Wuxian is selfish enough to think.)

    Maybe it’s time to be a little daring – and make the rumors come true, one at a time.

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    09 May 2020

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    “We hear that His Excellency might be married by summer’s end,” the merchant’s wife says and Wei Wuxian freezes, his heart in his throat. “The Gusu Lan sect has been buying enough red silk and brocade that the merchants in Caiyi can’t satisfy the demand.”

    He feels himself grow brittle inside, like a flick of a finger to his temple might make him shatter. His ears are ringing.

    “Who’s the lucky bride?” he asks despite himself. His tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth.

    Or: The story of a marriage.

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    08 May 2020

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