[pine-inserts]

MASTERLIST

I’ve got like 2 stories posted on here but I’d like to hope I’ll post more. 

Maybe. Someday. 

Batman x Reader

Unwind - She/Her pronouns, no character description, TW: mention of pedophilia and rape

Din Djarin x Reader

A Kiss - No pronouns, no character description

[pine-inserts]

Thinking of a fem reader with Vander who has a knack for herbs and toxins, and maybe... losing him... breaking some plants that mix with some arcane magic and becomes something like Zyra either on accident or purposely. I know noooothing about LOL so lmao that's definitely not right to the lore but eh

[boltwrites]

Vander x fem!reader, with she/her pronouns?

I really just want some Vander fluff with maybe a bit of angst?

Ik im not really being specific (which probably is not helping you) I just really want a SFW Vander fic-implied smut is fine just like not actual smut, yk?

Vander Relationship Headcanons

A/N: hope you don't mind, but since this is so vague, i decided to use this prompt just as kind of a dumb for sfw relationship headcanons with vander. under the cut because there's just.... a lot of writing lmao. because these are very general, they're mostly gender neutral, but i hope you enjoy anyway!

General

it's kind of difficult dating the man that basically runs the whole of the underground

vander cares for you, of course, but he also has four children and a whole criminal enterprise to run. even if he is a lenient ruler and one who cares about his people, he still has a lot to do in order to make sure the underground runs smoothly and his people stay safe

you have to make peace with your idealism, once you find out that vander has to make deals with the topsiders in order to keep everyone safe. it leads to a lot of arguments and crying on your part in order to accept that he's not quite the revolutionary that everyone made him out to be

but when he has time, when he comes home from making his rounds, collecting his dues, paying off enforcers... he falls into bed with you, and only you

if vander chose you as his person, he would protect your fiercely, no matter how well you could protect yourself on your own. not in the sense that he would baby you, but he would always be by your side and never let someone backstab you

he's a gentle and practice partner. he shows his affection softly and casually, with a hand on your waist or a soft pet name

his favorite part of the day is spending time with you - sharing a meal and stories, or falling asleep next to you

he loves you in a way that's mature and realistic. you both have your own goals and ideas, and he respects that

what i mean by that is that this isn't a whirlwind romance - he's not going to be pulling you aside to be alone or spending days at a time wrapped up in each other. it's practical and stable, it's realistic. he wants to be a team and would need a partner that sees that same goal - creating a family, a community.

Physical Affection

vander' gives excellent hugs. like, the best hugs you've ever had in your whole life

he also loves to wrap an arm around your shoulders or you waist, just to have a little bit of physical contact while you talk or do other things. he's so broad and warm that it's very comforting

he also enjoys cuddling

if you're small, he might express some concern with accidentally crushing you if you two decide to share a bed, but he's never hurt you while napping together

spooning is very nice with him - like the hugs, he's just easy to cuddle with. he's broad, and since his muscle is practical, he's soft against you

he secretly likes being the little spoon sometimes. it may be ridiculous, but he thinks it's sweet

he always gives good morning, good night, and goodbye kisses

but when he's kissing you properly, he always starts gentle and slow before he progresses to anything more serious. he always puts his all into it - wraps an arm around you or tangles a hand in your hair

he's a little noisy when he really gets into kisses - he'll moan if you do something he really likes, and if you kiss somewhere nice on his neck, you might also get him to gasp

on the topic of neck kisses, his beard may end up scratching you a little. he's always embarrassed if that happens - it usually only does when he gets too carried away, so he's doubly embarrassed

vander likes kisses under his jaw and behind his ear

he also likes his beard being scratched and back rubs

he's the kind of guy that will walk up to you at the bar and just sling his arm over your shoulder and kiss your cheek, then join whatever conversation you're having. it's an easy, casual sort of affection

Young Vander

this is absolutely self-indulgent because of my fic best laid plans lmao

vander hasn't changed too much in the way he shows affection, but he doesn't give it out quite so easily

he sticks very closely to people he knows well - people he grew up with, basically

be has big plans, obviously - he wants the undercity to be able to fend for itself as an independent nation and fight for freedom. he'll only be interested in a partner that has those same values

but instead of settling down, the relationship would be more casual - a fwb, basically

he would see you as a way to let off steam, and although he would care for you, he cares for the cause more. he doesn't have time to take care of you, and would see it as a mutually beneficial way to blow off steam

he'd act like you were just a fellow revolutionary in the day, but at night he would pull you into his room, where you would share his kisses and his bed, and he would tell you his dreams for the future

he's very easy to fall for, but not so easy to lock down

he wouldn't "cheat" on you per say - but he's charismatic, and you don't have any claim of exclusivity for him

if you're with young vander, you're pretty much stuck with you've been given. while an older vander values stability and the desire to settle down and run the city, this younger version can only commit himself to one thing - the cause

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

its so freeing when you realize you can literally write whatever you want 

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

it doesnt have to be good or anything you can just write things and post them and it doesnt matter at all

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

“your story sucks” what are you going to do? refund the money u didn’t pay? you are a bozo

[pine-inserts]

A Kiss

Small, very small, fluff that just popped in my head. Maybe angst? Idk what classifies as angst anymore lmao

Pairing: Mando x Reader , Din Djarin x Reader , The Mandalorian x Reader

No clear character description or specific pronouns

Word Count: 406

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You want to kiss him. 

The thought strikes you with a sudden realization, and the defining motion that comes after it as you find yourself staring into empty space. Whatever task at hand left forgotten in your abrupt moment. 

It was like a slap to the face, and your mind was reeling, trying to make sense of the initial thought while attempting to rationalize the reality. 

You can’t kiss him, he can’t take the helmet off for you. Ever. He has a sworn creed, and you could just feel the selfishness of simply thinking that you wanted to kiss him. You respect him, you respect his way of life. 

So why were the images of pliable, giving lips on yours so overwhelming? Lips melding together like they belong, fitting in passion and desire while he, naturally, would take charge and possess your sweet mouth. How would he kiss? Sweet? Tender? Passionate? No, somehow none of that felt right.

He would kiss you with a rawness you’ve never experienced. He was sure of every move he made, he spoke when there was something necessary to say. You knew he would kiss the same, with a clear, understanding purpose, and it warmed every piece of you. It would be the kind of kiss that spread heat from the top of your head to the very tips of your toes. 

You didn’t even know what he looked like, not that your imagination cared much for it. Lips were lips, and with how heavily guarded his face has been throughout his life, somehow the thought of soft, giving lips were the most right way to think of them. Of him. 

The sound of a soft gurgle broke your train of thought. 

Yes, the child. 

The child who is waiting to be fed. 

The child who you were just going to feed before losing yourself in a fantasy that you’re attempting to convince yourself would never come to fruition. Rounding on your feet, your eyes met brown saucers who stared at you from his seat. His gaze staring at you almost knowingly as you narrowed your eyes and a playful smile eased on your lips. 

“Don’t tell me you can read my thoughts too, squirt.” You chastise, and the young green baby gave a delighted squeal and the smile on your lips spread to a grin. Somehow, the smallest reaction from the child was enough to replace the shamed bitterness, and your clear task was back in play. 

[agntofhydra]

Sawbones // EIGHT

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summary: Red String of Fate Soulmate AU

Soulmates have a red thread tied to each others pinkies that only one of them can see.

You’re the Resistance’s head medic. You can see the red thread of fate that leads you to your soulmate. Poe doesn’t believe in the soulmate / thread theory. You don’t agree with his tactics, nor does he approve of yours. Leia and Holdo just really want a win.

pairing: poe dameron x reader

rating: mature for later chapters

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read on till the end for notes!

SAWBONES

EIGHT // CUSP OF COLLAPSE

The base was quiet and Poe was nowhere to be found. 

News traveled fast that Scoria had left D’Qar. Faster than usual. Barely an hour after Poe took her from your medbay, you felt the familiar rumble and scream of a ship taking off into the atmosphere. But ships coming and going was common. In fact, it was uncommon for you to not hear it on the regular, therefore you didn’t attribute it to Poe kicking Scoria off the planet. 

Oblivious to the fact that the biggest threat to your emotional security was gone, you continued with the tests of the remaining pilots for the day. You still fixated on Poe, though. That much was a given. You recorded vitals, noted a heart murmur with divided attention and you even forgot to start tracking a pilot’s heart rate until halfway through the run, which of course then had to be restarted. You weren’t living up to what you’d worked so hard for. You weren’t the Resistance’s head medic right now. You weren’t even half of her right now. 

But if given the choice, you wouldn’t want to go back to your old life, to who you were before the Resistance. She was weaker, a spineless shell of the medic you’d become in your time here. She was an instrument for the First Order, treated no differently than any of the faceless troopers that littered the aircraft. In the duration spent on their ships, you were surprised they hadn’t assigned you a string of numbers and actually allowed you the humanity of being called doctor. The way General Hux spat your title tucked itself tightly within the folds of your brain. It’s why you reacted so violently when Poe had called you a ‘fucking medic’. For a split second, you were back on the Finalizer, Hux over your shoulder and whispering venom into your eardrums. You hadn’t been able to sleep that night, drowning the memories with your violent retching. 

That day had forced you to come to terms with your past, what it had done to you. You were damaged goods. 

Halfway through your last test and your slight existential crisis, a message had popped up onto the screen of your holopad from Jasti. 

‘URGENT: GO TO YOUR QUARTERS AFTER WORK. IT’S TIME TO CELEBRATE.’

So, you’d met Jasti and Ziff in your quarters that evening, cracking open a flask of firewater that Ziff definitely wasn’t supposed to have. You hated the alcohol, but there was no better cause for celebration, or distraction, as the two filled you in. 

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[no-droids]

I wholeheartedly respect you and understand you got other stuff to deal with but YA GIRL FEELING DEPRIVED I just reread the poe fic and holy SHIT we really need part two... luv u xx

psst hey don’t tell anyone but I’m gonna drop it tomorrow👀👀

[pine-inserts]

[nacho-bucky]

A Little Off The Sides

Summary: Bucky wakes in the night craving a fresh start. 

Warning(s): Language; angst, violence, choking, nightmare, smut (18+ please) 

A/n: I wrote this while alternating between a heating pad and an ice pack after messing up my back (I’M ONLY 27 WHAT IS HAPPENING), and then this lovely anon popped into my inbox with this interesting request. Thank you, lovely!

It goes like this: 

A twisting of bedsheets, like chains on his limbs. Freeing his wrists, his legs, pulling up, up, up and away from what should be soft and safe. Sweat drips from bare skin, and he remembers a whimper, a shudder, something sweet in his bones, but now there’s nothing but the chair. 

The chair. 

The train. 

The snow. 

And the rest. 

The long, long winding tracks of everywhere he’s been and all the bad, broken things he’s touched and been touched by, they sit upon his shoulders in the bruised blue night. Sit so heavy. Bucky swings his legs over the side of the bed, sheets spilling from his body, from where you have touched. 

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[no-droids]

Mercy, Sabotage, and Dead Space

(gif credit to @redwyyne-archive)

Part One of The Bet series

Pairing: Poe Dameron/Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 12.7K

Summary:

1. No sex.

2. No touching yourself.

3. No orgasms.

Warnings/Tags: Enemies to Lovers, fuckboy Poe, dubcon touching, mentions of oral sex, SMUUUTTTTTTTT also I’m not sorry for what I did but you’re not allowed to read if you’re gonna get mad at me okay byeeee

***

This.

This shit, right here.

If the question was ever, “What’s the stupidest fucking thing you’ve ever let Poe Dameron somehow talk you into doing?” then the answer is this stupid shit, right the fuck here.  This is like.  You remember that one game, Mercy?  The one where you’d dig your nails in and twist arms and just needlessly inflict pain on each other as children until one of you cried uncle because someone somewhere once decided to turn torture into a matter of pride?

You always thought those games were fucking ridiculous.  Who can hold their breath the longest, who can handle a lit deathstick against their flesh the longest, who can take the hardest punch—who cares?  It’s child’s play.  It’s self-inflicted agony for the sake of bragging rights and even as a youngling, you refused to fall for it.

But then you met… fucking Dameron.

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[pine-inserts]

I s2g no-droids has the most addicting writing in the world, after ever fic im just WANTING MOREEE

Thank youuuu for sharing your Poe fic, your Mando and Obi-Wan stories are amazing and I'm just going to sit here and obsessively, yet patiently, wait for the second part. While also re-reading the first cause god DAMN 😩

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Y/N, texting: You don’t have to sign your name on texts. Bruce, also texting: Dear Y/N, suggestion noted. Sincerely, Bruce Wayne.

[onebraincellbryan-deactivated20]

The day I go down, my body will be found battered and burned, God is dead, and everyone will know I killed him in my bright, yellow crocs.

Someone buy me these crocs NOW

————————————————————

“Had it not been for your fame, you would be dead by the sole of my crocs.”

“On the contrary, every-time I look at them I die a little on the inside.”

“Bruce Wayne still has a soul?”

“Just barely.”

You shuffle to his side, intentions set on scruffing your shoes against the cave floor to make as much noise as humanly possible. A snort leaves his nose and he refuses to look at you.

“You could fight in crocs. Switch ‘em into sports mode.” You flash a cheshire smile, his response only curling his shoulders more forward as he focuses on digits you hardly comprehend.

“It’s unconventional. It would slow me down.”

“Advanced crocs. Batcrocs.” A snap of your fingers sets his attention to you completely, arms folding as he retorts,

“If I did that, I’d be sure to receive a cease and desist from the company itself.” He crosses a foot over his knee, leaning back in his chair with a drawn out creak from a massive shift in tension.

“Not a crime if they don’t find out.” You grab at the paper, examining it thoroughly even though you still have no idea what the shit he could be doing pythagorean theorem for. Only Bruce Wayne could find a use for high-school algebra in everyday life.

“You got your numbers wrong.” You add.

“Batman doesn’t commit crimes,” he swipes away the paper, looking over his work before flicking your bicep lightly, “My numbers are right.”

“Fuckin’ nerd. Anyways, back to the crocs-“

“No.”

“Well, if not for yourself, then me?” You bend to his level, pupils blown as you quiver your bottom lip.

“What on earth could you possibly need tech-induced crocs for?” He cocks a brow, amused for whatever answer you could possibly think of.

“Business.” You bite back and he’s almost stunned at your wit. Almost. It’s Bruce Wayne, he’s never truly stunned.

“Wayne Enterprises has a strict no-croc dress code.” He glances to your shoes, a slight shudder sliding down his back at the sight of his own logo on such a monstrosities.

“Intimacy.”

“Absolutely not.”

“The crocs stay on during sex, Bruce.” You hold a serious disposition, voice lowering as you fold your arms across your chest.

“Good god...Why am I even married to you?” He runs his hands over his face, palms thoroughly calloused from leather gloves and knuckle sandwiches. Maybe he should retire and become a lotions spokesperson.

“‘Cause you love me.”

“I’m starting to doubt that.”

“Oof, that’s cold.”

[onebraincellbryan-deactivated20]

He. L p i found this deep in my shit so fuckin to entertain just H. E e lp

Bruce Wayne is a fucking nerd you all are just cowards

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Gray Ghost. Oh how you’ve seen the name, the coat, the glasses so many times. The movies, the merchandise.

God was he a nerd.

The store was crowded as per usual on a Sunday where a snowstorm threatened. Alfred somewhere in the deli-isle, and you, now lost in the cereal isle because of a specific brand.

You’d catch that noir detective a mile away. Your eyes keen to him now, your husband has a shrine dedicated to this man-a cave! His cave is based on nothing but the layout of this hotshot fantasy detective.

You exam the box, a childish grin. You must look insane.

‘Gray Ghost prize in every box! Discover what you will find!!’

Oh how funny it is. You could imagine a smaller, more innocence Bruce. Practically screaming and shoving all the boxes into his cart. Begging Martha that he ‘needs them’.

Gazing around, people frantic. You suppose that, indeed, it was a time of need. You swipe in what you can, now you’ll truly look insane to the public eye but you’re willing to do whatever it takes just to get that childhood innocence back in his eyes for once.

“Misses F/N...what exactly are you planning on doing with all these Gray Ghost cereal boxes?” Alfred is far beyond curious, hell, you look insane even to him! You laugh quietly, pushing your cart alongside his to the car.

“Alfred, who’s the only man in the house that will eat Gray Ghost themed cereal??”

“That would be Master Bruce. But, why? Last time I checked we didn’t need anymore cereal. I had just restocked the cabinets late last week.”

“It’s just to cheer him up a lil’ bit. Times are a little tough with the weather getting all wack and the kids and work. He could use a little ‘geek’ time.”

“I suppose.”

He sits unsuspecting, hunched over with tired eyes and papers strewn over the table of the dining room. Too tired to even greet the ruffle of plastic bags with a meer glance. It’s when a multitude of boxes hit in front of him that he’s finally stirred.

“What’s all this?”

“Eat up, Ghost boy. They’ve got prizes!”

His eyes are dull. What the hell are you even on about? He trails his eyes down slowly and the black and white boxes take a moment to register. Second by second, you watch his eyes slowly brighten.

“They put these back on the shelves?? I thought they got cancelled when he went bankrupt!” He’s grabbing at them all, examining each and every corner as if reality is playing him as a fool.

“Apparently not, I saw them when I was taking a short cut to get to Alfred and figured you’d worked pretty hard and deserved something new to add to your...shrine.”

“First off, it’s not a shrine. It is a dedication to his incomparable legacy of classic noir cinema and Second, Thank you...” He peppers light kisses to your lips, box in hand and you in the other. You shake him off with a laugh but not before gracing him with a nice lip print to his cheek, leaving his face a shade of light scarlet.

“Make sure you hide it from the boys...Especially because Wally will be over this week-oh that’s a tongue twister-but he’ll be over this week and you know how he is.”

Bruce chuckles, planting a hard kiss to your forehead,”Kid never stops eating I think...I love you, thank you dear.”

“Of course. Now go on and get packin’ boy. Gotta get those prizes.”

“Only if you’ll help me.”

“You’re an idiot if you think I’m not going to.”

[wkemeup]

Little Lion Man

summary: Sent on an assignment back to 1943, you encounter a drastically different version of the man you know pairing: bucky x reader warnings: time travel, a charming af 40s!bucky 😉, a sad af present!bucky 😔 a/n: I used the time travel logic from Endgame except fixed points exist. This was also written for @buckysknifecollection​‘s 1k challenge! I had the song prompt of Little Lion Man by Mumford and Sons! Congrats on 1k hun!!

Weep little lion man, You’re not as brave as you were at the start

You found blue eyes lighting up across the crowded courtyard, beaming smile touched on the dirt freckled glow of his face, and it startled you; stilled you right in your tracks and set a stone deep into your chest, made it hard to breathe, because that wasn’t the man you knew.

No—he wore a weightlessness about him, even as he stepped away from the crowd erupting in celebration and shied to the outskirts of the commotion, he was smiling. It wrinkled up by his eyes, left behind dimples in his cheeks, a slight shake of his head as small wisps of hair fell down to his forehead. 

He didn’t seem to be counting each moment of joy on his fingers, calculating how much relief he allowed for himself before the shadows came rushing back in to take it away. He was… happy.

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[simonghostrileys]

Incredibly fucking slow at it 🤧

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i fixed it

[midisweet]

medicine | tsukishima kei

˚ ༘ ❀ headcanons

→ you’re sick. your boyfriend has to take care of you.

he scolds you first, of course

not in a mean way or anything, it’s more like he’s upset and worried, but doesn’t know how to properly convey that concern to you... so it just ends up w tsukishima grumbling to you about how you should take better care of yourself, eat vitamin c pills, remember your coat, etc, etc

lots of wrapping you in so many sweaters and coats and scarves that you become a literal mochi when the both of you go out, lol... he’s so overbearing about making sure you’re warm even if he’s frowny while jamming a beanie over your head

he doesn’t care about getting sick, so he’ll kiss you and give you all the hugs and hand-holding like normal. mostly bc he doesn’t really think he can get sick, but also he doesn’t care if he does lol

collects all your homework from school for you and talks to all your teachers for you, which solves so many problems for you in one go :3

brings you a few of his casual shirts to sleep in on worse, more feverish days... it’s cute :3 one of them has little peach and white t-rexes hehe

tries to make rice porridge for you and absolutely fails. has to thus order porridge from a restaurant loool embarrassing for him

he does all his homework next to you in bed when he’s at your place and lets you cling to him all you want, even if it makes it a little harder for him to write out that function lol

drinks green tea. makes you drink green tea

kisses your forehead a lot when he thinks you’re asleep or right before he has to leave for home :3

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