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fiendishfables · 3 months

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hii i just saw ur request page and thought i'd give it a try! soo, can i please have an nsfw oneshot w/dom! lucifer x reader ? i've just been thirsting after him sm...

anyways can it be about like him going down on reader, or just being talented with his fingers, cus we know what he can do with em 🫣

thanks so much!!

a/n: ahh, yes, thank you so much, my lovely, for sending in this request! This is my first attempt at responding to a request, so I hope its to your liking and doesn't disappoint. We love Luci!

warnings: nsfw, sex, cursing, use of pet names, first time as a couple, Luci being a complete dork

word count: 1.2k+

characters: 6646

notes: This is my first fic on here, as well as my first attempt at writing smut, so I apologize if its not any good. But nevertheless, enjoy!

Dom! Lucifer Morningstar x GN! Reader

Oneshot

Going down on you was something Lucifer had wanted to do the day he first laid eyes on you.

Don't get him wrong, he was a gentleman at heart and would continue to be until the day someone replaced him as King (which you both knew would never happen), but by the fiery skies of Hell- he wanted you. You. No other soul.

Lucifer had met you through Charlie, his own daughter and Princess of Hell. Your kindness had lead you to offer your services with helping his daughter with her whole idea of a rehabilitation hotel, meant for the sinners who wanted a second chance at life; wanting to fix their mistakes and be evolved into a better version of themselves. He had met you there when she had invited him to visit and see her progress. Its safe to say you two hit it off perfectly fine.

Now, exactly how you two hit it off doesn't really matter- all that mattered to you right now was the fact that his cock was buried so deep inside of you, that you could barley form a coherent sentence, let alone a singular word.

The room was dark, making the moonlight that filtered through the curtains the only source of light; the only thing that allowed for you to see the beautiful fallen angel hovering over you, both of your bodies sweaty and hearts pounding rapidly against your ribcages, as if trying to silently connect with one another through rapid pumps of blood. To express your emotions to one another through anything other than what he was doing now, which was stuffing you to the brim with his cock.

When you first saw it, staying quiet had become a big concern to you in your mind, what with the other residents of the hotel potentially being able to hear you both.

But that fear had quickly flown the coop as soon as he entered you for the first time.

Fuck, it was absolute heaven.

You were convinced that somehow, Lucifer had managed to descend the heavens down upon you in that exact moment; your most intimate moment. That any second, angels would be surrounding the pair of you and begin serenading you with a specific love song just for the two of you, or pointing angelic spears at your throats. Now, that thought did cause some momentary fear to shoot through your body, because the last thing you wanted was for some random angels (especially if they were exorcists, or Adam) to randomly appear in the room, just to be greeted with the sight of you, a moaning mess underneath Lucifer, drunk off of his length as it stretched you so wide you were afraid he might break you. But when you opened your eyes after the so slow, yet so delicious insertion of his cock...the room was still pitch black. No holy light. No angles. No song. Just you and him. You and Lucifer.

And that was the way it was supposed to be. No other soul, no matter angelic or demonic, could compete with what you two had. It was special; a connection that had to reach from the deepest pits of Hell, to the brightest place in all of Heaven.

For being one of the most powerful beings, Lucifer was being very careful with you; his fingers gripped your sides and hips, holding you in place securely as he rutted into you. Those fingers were sure to leave marks tomorrow. Neither of you minded.

"Oh...you're the best choice I've ever made, lovely- fuck..~"

Lucifers words only helped to fuel the fire that burned within your heart; the fire that represented your eternal, undying love for him. The tightening in your abdomen became much more noticeable too, coiling and constricting like a snake fighting to escape its confinements, or the talons of a predatory bird.

Except in this scenario, Lucifer was the bird, who held you oh so tightly in his sharp talons, and the last thing you wanted to do was escape. You'd allow him to devour you to his hearts content; until you passed out, fainted, or hell, till your heart stopped. He had you right where he wanted you and the smug little smirk on his lips whilst he turned you into this blabbering mess, was enough proof to show he knew it too. And he enjoyed it. Every. Single. Second.

His hands stayed perched seriously on your hips, as if you might just disappear if he so much as dared to loosen his hold. Not that you minded. You could hardly think straight.

"L-Luci..-"

Your attempt at saying his name fell flat, his next thrust replacing the messy words with a desperate moan from you, making your eyes roll back into your skull and a tremor of pleasure trailing its way through your body. He could reach places inside you that no one else had ever even dared to try. He was special in that way. Although he did lessen his movements after your butchered attempt at speaking. He looked genuinely worried and the sight did just enough to melt your heart.

"Are you alright, love? I didn't hurt you did I? Do you need anything? Do I need to stop? I can get you-"

He started to ramble, which he often did. His worst nightmare was hurting you; even just thinking about it made him shudder, as if he had just been doused with cold water.

But all it took was a weak smile from you and a kiss on his cheek to calm him and get him back in the movement again. You assured him that you were feeling the best you've ever felt in your entire life, both in living and in death, that all the pleasure you were feeling was making it hard for you to speak properly.

"I'm okay, Luci. You're just making me feel so many things-"

A finger then found its way onto your plush lips, slightly moisturized by your saliva having been produced by your fucked out state.

"Shhh, spare your breath, darling. I'm just glade you're holding up so well. Such a good beloved, you are."

Then: "You'll want it for when I make you scream."

Seeing you an absolute wreck because of him- because of his actions- his cock- it was almost better than the orgasm that ripped through him shortly after you came undone due to his words and continuation of his previous actions.

Ropes of his seed shot into you, stuffing you like you've never experienced before. His pale blonde hair stuck to his forehead, both your bodies damp with a light sheen of sweat. Your heavy breaths mixed together, as did the small chuckles that came from both of your lips. Thankfully, he kept his promise about making you scream.

Hell, meeting you had to have been the best thing to ever happen to him. To both of you.

No one would ever find themselves as to be so lucky, to know that the King of Hell found the taste of them the most enchanting out of all the souls both above and below.

Just try and doubt his love for you. He will be sure to give you a night that you won't ever forget, as many times as he needs to, until you're begging him to stop.

You are his, and he refuses to ever let you forget it.

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mysicklove · 1 year

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you ask for a thirst?, I shall deliver. this is something I've thought about but I don't know if it's good enough for a fic.. pro-hero!kirishima, who has a worker (like an assistant, fem!reader) who whenever he does something well (idk defeats a powerful villain, or something along the lines) rewards him by fucking him.

THIS IS SHIT IM SORRY!!

No this is such a good idea. I swear that makes so much sense with his character. I was going to make this a drabble but one thing led to another…

𝐌𝐑. 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓!

Paring: Sub! Top! Pro-Hero Kirishima x Dom! Bottom! Female! Assistant reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), vaginal penetration, multiple orgasms, teasing lol

A/N: This low-key isn't hot, its more fun and cute. I feel like hot-very serious sex is not Kirishimas thing, but also idk what im talking about. I also head cannon him to have a VERY high stamina so lololol

In the beginning, you would make small positive regards on well he did in battle. As his personal assistant, it wasn't unheard of to praise your boss. But then you slowly became more confident when you noticed how positively he reacted. You switched to running your fingers down his biceps and fluttering your lashes at him, while you called him “big” and “strong.” This was the first time you saw him get hard. You kept it to yourself.

You realized he had a crush on you not long later. Watched him come racing to your desk to tell you about his missions. Watched him squirm and falter whenever you got too close to him. And finally watched his crumble under you when you first sucked him off.

But you have never fucked. He was desperate for it at this point and you hung it over his head. It was adorable watching him slowly get pent-up and frustrated. But he never complained.

So you couldn't help but tease him just a tad.

He races out of his desk when he got the call from Pinky. On his way out he sees you, sitting at your desk sucking on a lollipop. He forces himself to tear his gaze away from your lips, that oh just recently was around him, so that he could continue walking.

You on the other hand, rest your head on your hand and grin up at him, before taking the lollipop out of your mouth. “Make sure to be a good boy and catch that villain, maybe you’ll get a nice reward when you come back,” You call and he froze mid-step to turn back to you.

His face turns red and he brings his hands up to play with his face gear in embarrassment. “What type of reward? Do you mean…Do you really…Wait–Stop it! I have to go! I’ll come back, I promise, please wait for me, I’ll be good!” And with that he quickly runs away from you leaving you with a small smirk, loving the way you make the pro hero flustered.

The villain was hard to catch. Simply for one, his quirk was strong, and two, Eijiro could not stay focused. Your voice and that goddamn lollipop could not leave his head and the idea of reward? It was too much for him.

So, when Dynamite grabs the villain, Eijiro manages to scamper away and sprint back to his office. He ignored the raised eyebrow from Pinky, who is confused due to the fact that he always stays around just to make sure nothing happens. They failed to understand that he has somewhere to be!

He rushes over to his office and sees you sitting on his desk, legs crossed, and playing with his Red Riot nameplate. He tries to calm his rapid breaths from the run, so he doesn’t look too desperate, but it fails, and you smirk at him.

He gulps. He is your boss, why the hell is he getting so flustered around you?

“Cmere Mr. Red Riot,” You purr and he jumps. He loves it when you call him that. The two of you have been working together for a while, and he assured you to call him Kirishima, but now at this very moment, he regrets asking you that. Because why the hell does his hero name sound so sexy when it falls from your lips?

He quickly shuts and locks the door before following your command. He stands in front of you and has to look down to make eye contact with you. He towers over you in this position. “Can I have, uh, have my reward now? The villain…He is in jail.” You begin to run your fingers over his bare chest, slightly glistening with sweat. He shudders.

“Was my strong pro-hero doing a good job protecting the city?” You purr as you trace a circle around one of his nipples.

He nods his head rapidly but winces when you pinch the nub lightly. “Y-Yeah! I was good like you said!”

You smile warmly and he looks away with a small blush. “That's great. Good job. What would you like as a reward? I can schedule you a couple of days off from work–I mean you definitely deserve a vacation”

His eyes snap back toward yours in confusion. He leans forward and rests his head on your shoulder. “Don't tease me. You know what I want,” He whines and you grin.

“I can't read minds. You gotta tell me, Red.” Another nickname he adores so much. Probably even more than Red Riot, due to the fact you used it when you gave him head last time.

“Wanna fuck you.” You giggle lightly at the comment and he blushes even more. Then, he mumbles out, “Please?”

You lean forward and begin to press light kisses on his torso and he sighs. “Take off your clothes, love. Is the door locked?” You murmur and he nods his head. “Good boy.” He looks away with a wobbly smile. Then, he begins to undress.

Now, he stands in front of you, completely bare, contrasting your fully clothed self. He can't bear to look at you, he's too embarrassed. His fists clench at his side, waiting for your command.

You slip off your small cardigan and then shimmy your mini skirt off. He watches eagerly, trying his best to not get too hard. Then, you begin to fake struggle with your buttons and look up at him with a pout. “Do you, um, need help Y/N?”

You smile at him. “Would you?” He gulps but nods. He takes a step closer to you and with shaky fingers he begins to take off your shirt, button by button. He holds his hands on your waist as he stares at your now bare breasts. You weren't wearing a bra. He was hard.

You grab his chin and press your lips to his. He moans into it and kisses you back with such intensity, you have to slightly lean back. You fall backward on his desk and he leans over you, elbows leaning next to your head. You feel his cock brush against your panties and gasp.

He begins to kiss your neck and moves down your body. “Been waiting for this. For so long,” He murmurs against your skin, looking up at you with doe eyes.

“Yeah? Ever since I gave you that blowjob?” He licks your stomach and smiles.

“Ever since the first day you complimented me.”

“So desperate,” You tease and he huffs, gently nipping at the skin beneath him.

“But I didn't say anything! Didnt, want to make you uncomfortable!”

“I know. You're so cute.” He blushes again and falters. It's one of those compliments he can't help but blush at. His whole life he tried to be manly and somehow he is reduced to being “cute” to you. It made him feel strange, but good. “Want you to eat me out, can you do that for me, Red?”

He was buzzing with excitement. He has been waiting patiently for you to allow him to return the favor. “Y-Yeah! Thank you.” You laugh lightly at his politeness.

He tears himself from the desk and kneels in front of your clothed pussy. He grabs the lacey underwear and pulls it down, exposing you completely. He stares at it, admiring it with blown pupils. He doesn't know where to start. His throbbing cock was distracting him. “Taking your sweet time down there aren't ya? Need any help?”

He grips your hips and pulls you forward onto his mouth. You gasp. His arms wrap around the back of your thighs and he traps you in his hold. He laps and suckles like a starved man.

Your head falls back against the desk and you arch your back slightly. One of your hands falls on his red hair and grips it. “Doing so well for me. Making me f-feel so good.” His moans come out muffled.

He begins to hump the air and his eyes begin to water with his lack of air. Drool and other juices begin to drip down his chin and his red eyes don't leave yours. He feels a sense of pride when he watches you come undone. It makes me feel like he is needed.

He unbelievably was messy. The noises that came from below were lewd and if anyone pressed their ear against the door, they would definitely know exactly what was happening. Eijiros flushed and wet face didn't help your case.

“Fuck! Going to cum. Dont, stop!” You moan as your body begins to contract. Eijiro nods against you and whines softly when you tug his hair. He grabs your hips and pressed them even closer to his face and your mouth goes open in a silent moan, and you tremble against him.

When you come down Eijiro doesn't seem to get the hint. In fact, with the added juices he seems to lap at your cunt even harder. “Enough Kirishima.”

He pulls away immediately at the command with a dazed look. Unknown liquids drip from his face and his eyes furrow. “Red,” He reminds and you roll your eyes with a smile, before bracing yourself on your elbows.

“Yeah, yeah. Red. Now tell me Red, do you want me to suck you off or do you want to fuck me?” He sits on his knees and thinks for a minute. You grab a tissue from his desk and lean forward to wipe his drenched mouth. He smiles wide, showing his pointy teeth and you laugh.

“Fuck me.” He sighs dreamily and you hold back a laugh. “I mean you. Fuck you. Not fuck you as in “Fuck you!” like I want to fu–”

“Okay yeah, I got it. Cmere.” He nods his head, ears burning red, and leans back over you. He kisses you again and you can taste yourself. He thrusts his tongue into your mouth with a moan. You feel his throbbing cock on your thigh, so you pull away and glance down.

It's huge. Red and throbbing. Drops of pre drip from it and onto your thigh. When you turn your gaze back to the man in front of you, you hold back a coo. You swear he is giving you puppy dog eyes. “Well? Put it in.”

“I can? For real now?” If he was a puppy, his tail would be wagging frantically. But he wasn't and you were getting impatient.

“Yeah, if you put it in before I dry up.”

“Sorry! Just excited!” You laugh as he lines up his cock, his face bright red. With one quick, but hard thrust, he is in and the two of you moan. His mouth grazes against yours and he looks at you with lidded eyes when he slowly begins to start moving his hips. Your legs wrap around his hips and he sighs.

“Mhmmm feels good,” he mumbles. You nod your head and his hips begin to go quicker and stronger. He pulls himself away from you to stand fully up. He grabs your hips and continues to ram his cock into you. “Been thinking about this forever,” He whines and your smile, and squeeze your eyes shut when he hits that spot.

“Yeah?” You say, knowing he already told you this earlier. It was cute though.

“Yeah! I-I kept thinking about it today. Oh god! Got distracted earlier.” He groans and presses a kiss to your leg. You grip the edge of the desk as your body continues to move up and down on the desk from the force of his thrusts.

You try to stay composed, but it's a lot harder now. “Aw, Pro-Hero couldn't stop thinking about fucking his assistant? You're so lewd, Red Riot. What would the fans think?” He whines and his blush flares at your teasing tone. He loves it. Loves how condescending and pitying you sound, it makes him feel dumb.

He flips you over and your eyes widen as your chest now touches the cool desk. He brings your hips back so that they fall over the edge of the desk and then pushes his body on top of yours, chest to your back. His much larger frame covers you completely as he rests his elbows on the table next to your head so he doesn't crush you. “Can't help it!” He finishes, acting like he didn't just switch positions so rapidly.

Lewd smacks and grunts fill the air and the two of you pant. Eijiro hasn't stopped talking, constantly chanting out praises and whines. His rough pace never slowed down and you have already came. His stamina was unbelievable, you barely could keep up with him.

“Oh no. No no no. I'm going to cum–Not yet! It can't end yet!” Even in your exhausted state, you laugh and then whine.

“S-So dramatic. We can go again love. A-And when you get back from your missions!” The last part comes out shaky and your eyes slightly roll back.

Either from your words or his upcoming orgasm, he was going even faster. “Will you reward me every time? Please, please, please! I'll continue being good, I promise!” He flips you over and you are looking back into his eyes. Desperation leaks from his face, for whatever reason afraid of you saying no.

You shakily reach a handout cup on his cheek, and he leans into your palm immediately. Sweat and lose tears fall from his face and onto yours. “Of course. Now, be good and cum for me, Red.”

He nods his head rapidly and whines into your neck. “I'm cumming. Thank you! Thank you! Oh fuck.” His hips stutter and he cums in you with one last high-pitched moan.

The hero half collapses on you, now only one arm to brace himself up. You pet his head affectionately.

He turns to you, eyes half-lidded and grinning with an after-sex glow. “Round two?”

There is a knock at the door and the two of you freeze. “Mr. Red Riot, you have a meeting in five minutes. Oh and if you see Ms. L/N, please let me know!”

He looks at you with those puppy dog eyes again. “Do I have to go?” He whispers into your neck and you laugh, before pushing his sweaty body off of you.

“Go, you horny bastard.”

“Will I get another reward if I do?” He grins and you pinch the bridge of your nose. He doesn't leave until you agree.

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strwbmei · 6 months

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I'm sending this anonymously but i am one of your mutuals (guess who >:3) and I wanted to request a Vertin X shy!S/O fluff cause i'm completely in love with her (hint: i like a certain pink haired girl and i love Italians)

pairing(s): vertin x gn!reader

a/n: Hello!! Truth be told, I could tell just from the ">:3" emoji alone haha, it's always such a joy to talk with you (:

I'll get to all of the thirsts in my inbox I swear, I've just been really in the mood to write fluff lately

Vertin with a Shy!Reader

: ̗̀➛ Vertin isn't really shy, just more of an introvert who has a hard time expressing what she feels. Because of her past experiences and the people she has lost, she never really saw the point in building a relationship with someone whether it be platonic or romantic.

: ̗̀➛ That said— one thing that the Timekeeper has always been is curious. Your naturally shy and closed-off character piqued her interest even more so than the others, and she wanted to know everything about you.

: ̗̀➛ It's in her nature to be inquisitive and prying about everything; you, in particular, are no exception. Although it's true that her that this has gotten her into trouble more than a few times, she can't really bring herself to care if you're involved.

: ̗̀➛ After a while, her curiosity wasn't only for you and everything about you, but also for herself. Poor girl is usually so rational and calculated, but once she's in your presence all of that is completely gone. She believed herself to be a person who's very self-aware, yet you have her questioning everything as she knows it.

: ̗̀➛ Why does the world, usually so dreadful and miserable, feel so much more colorful when you're around? Why can't she take her eyes off of you? Why is it that whenever there is danger, her first concern is if you're alright? What is this... thumping in her heart that just can't seem to stop whenever you so much as look at her?

: ̗̀➛ It's love. Vertin was well aware of that fact, and it scared her. Scared that you might not feel the same way. Scared that the two of you will go back to being strangers once you find out. Most of all, terrified that you'd be put into danger because of her actions.

: ̗̀➛ You may have been shy, but you're not oblivious. You're aware of how she treats you differently from the others and you can feel how she gazes at you with unbridled love from across the room. You also know that Vertin would never tell you how she truly feels because of her fears.

: ̗̀➛ Sure, confessing your love to her despite all of that might have been a selfish move, but do you regret it? Not at all. You're prepared for the worst— as long as you're facing it with her. The process of the confession, though? The two of you were bumbling idiots who couldn't properly articulate their feelings even though you both have thought of this exact scenario a million times before.

: ̗̀➛ Still, it was worth every second. Vertin might not show it, but she's completely over the moon. Suddenly, the world isn't such a negative place— suddenly, she has hope. It's just a spark, but it's enough to keep her going.

: ̗̀➛ She's very patient with you. She knows that all of this about relationships and feelings is entirely foreign to you, and while that may also be true for her, she makes sure to put in the effort to be extra understanding since she knows of how timid you are and all she wants is for you to be happy and safe.

: ̗̀➛ Of course, she also tries to improve her ability to communicate. You're the only one who she feels like she can be vulnerable with and finally let the walls she's built around herself down. It's the first time she's felt so... secure and loved in someone's presence, and she wants to make sure she's the best version of herself for you.

: ̗̀➛ Until she's done with that though, expect random shows of affection throughout the day. Mostly her just remembering she hasn't kissed you or shown you love in the past 30 minutes and spontaneously deciding she needs to give you a peck on the cheek.

: ̗̀➛ Her sudden touches surprises you sometimes, but it's cute! You're just happy to see Vertin getting more comfortable because both of you were very hesitant to even hold hands at the start of your relationship.

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chemicallywrit · 2 months

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Happy Audio Drama Sunday! I heard so many good shows this week, let’s goooooo

🥃 I started listening to @breakerwhiskey this week, and I’m on episode 21 (which is nothing, it’s microfic), and it is so compelling. Lauren Shippen said in episode zero that she misses the improvisational feel of early audio dramas and that really comes through in this show—the wandering of the story reflects the wandering of Whiskey herself. I can’t wait to see what happens next.

🎵I am not alone in my reaction to the new season of @hellofromthehallowoods, which I think goes something like, “Wh—who—but—Arnold?????” (Seriously, Arnold???) but I love a mystery, and I love how linear this season is starting out. I’m sure that it’ll all get more complicated soon.

💔 Have you all heard Josie’s Lonely Hearts Club? It’s a call-in advice show from a fictional radio station and it is HILARIOUS. Until this last episode, which got SAD. It's a partially improvised show, so the whole thing feels so incredibly human and it always hits. Please listen, more fictional advice shows all around.

🐺 The Midnight Burger/The Amelia Project crossover was exactly as delightful as I expected. We got two shows that love historical figures and putting people in the deep freeze. What could go wrong! Absolutely nothing. With a crossover episode I always wonder if there will be enough character interaction to slake my insatiable character dynamic thirst and for this one I definitely think there was.

🍺 Inn Between dropped an episode of Dragon’s Rest on their feed this week, and I'm here to say that we did that because it's frikkin hilarious. This last episode was so good, especially with Shax trying to talk to a bartender and the bartender getting mad that Shax was complaining about her friends and not having a professional business conversation. I love you, southern-sounding bartender, and I love you Shax.

🩸Hemophobia continues to scare the heck out of me. This series, Camp Havenside, ended exactly how I expected it to, with the extra twist of that horrible half-possessed state Sam is in. Lordt. Listen to this show. Mind the content warnings. Then like, message me about it, it has taken permanent residence in my brain.

🎭 Oh Malevolent, you never disappoint me. I adore the twists the season finale took, and the real danger Arthur and John were in had me on the edge of my seat. How are we gonna get outta this one boys! Frikkin Kayne.

💎 As it ever is, @kingmakerpod was a blessing visited upon my podcatcher. Oh man though, Lucas Lando, what a scuzbag. Like maybe the worst villain yet in this series for me, and I'm including the psychic child. Lando's just unsavory. The action scenes in this episode were excellent, and I love the use of Pocket Cinnamon. For a minute when they were looking for things in the barn that don't conduct electricity, I was very worried for the cows. Honestly now a little surprised they didn't explode a cow. Hey guys, why didn't you explode a cow?

🌈 I've been listening to this actual play, @ourstoriedinsight, and it's about all the typical actual play stuff--a party of misfit adventurers, thrown together by circumstance, trying to stop the end of the world. What stands out about this one is its wonderful sound design and its tone--it's so introspective and kind. The characters are great too. I would die for Vishakapar. If you like an actual play and you don't want to wait for it to get really good, please check out Our Storied Insight.

As for personal news, boy oh boy am I working hard on the Dead! Pray for our recording schedule these next couple weeks. As for Inn Between, we'll be putting up an episode this week that is a true banger, I hope you like it.

That's it for me this week! If you like what I do, send me a tip!

#audio drama sunday #audio fiction #fiction podcast #audio drama #breaker whiskey #hello from the hallowoods #josie's lonely hearts club #dragon's rest #hemophobia podcast #malevolent #the kingmaker histories #our storied insight

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answer2jeff · 3 months

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fixer-upper. // lip gallagher

lip x biker-girl!OC

warnings : public sex, oral (m!receiving), praise kink, light to rough hair-pulling, unestablished relationship, intense and obvious flirting, porn with plot and detail, mentions of smoking (tobacco), cursing, OC is just as full of herself as Lip, knows she's a bitch, kinda has a weird sense of possessiveness over him?? clunky and overly detailed writing with a journaling/diary style.

authors note : trying something a little different! using the first person POV with an original character. first time writing this way—still getting the hang of it <3 this is REALLY long...sorry.

song : beauty school.

disclaimer : you can picture the OC however you like! her name is really just used for aesthetic purposes. there isn't much description on her appearance other than the fact that her hair is long enough to put it in a ponytail. enjoy!

Great. Fucking great.

One of my tires is punctured. The visor in my helmet is cracked. My elbows are etched with surface level scratches and dried blood. And the engine cover of my bike has finally snapped off. I had it coming. It was an old piece of rusty junk from my cousins garage sale from 2012, anyway. But it had charm. I knew I was gonna miss that bike for the good couple of hours, possibly days, I would reluctantly end up leaving it in a repair shop down the street from my apartment.

I can hear the squelch of skin, the seal between my hot breath and sweaty skin breaking as lift my helmet from my head. I hope to feel a rush of cool air, but the humidity tells me to go fuck myself. I'm pulled over onto the curb. I can't totally remember how I got there; being in the middle of the street on a scorching summer day wearing denim shorts that chafe up my inner thighs and rub my skin until it is raw and red and unbearably itchy, was not my vision for today. My handlebars are loose. That would explain it.

If I just take it to Born Free Cycles, leave it overnight, and come back in the morning, I can act like this whole thing never happened, and I'm not horribly irresponsible.

40th West View Ave.

Oh. I'm close actually. Barely a block away. I should go there now. I can call Mikey and have him drop me and the bike off at the garage. I'll see that kid with the grown out buzz-cut and black motor grease on his knuckles that somehow always transfers and blots on his face. Specifically on his strong jaw and right before the peak of his hairline. I wonder if he notices. Maybe he doesn't clean it off because it gives him edge that he doesn't need. Like the nickname on his name tag on a black uniform hadn't given his thirst for trouble away already. And the circles under his eyes are almost the same shade of smudged charcoal grey.

I wonder if he notices.

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"So the engine cover popped? Just—" he shrugs, looking up at me as if I can't understand him "clean off?"

The sunlight bleeds in through the open garage door. It shines behind Lip, casting a shadow that makes his face hard to see perfectly. But I know the look he's conveying. His eyebrows are raised but drawn slightly closer together, his teeth are gnawing at the inside of his cheek so he can stifle a smile and the laugh that will follow soon after, and his blinks remain slow. I try not to smile too. But I fail.

I've only been here about 3 times, really. The first time was to get handlebar grips from Eddie. That was when I saw Lip. I chose not to make any kind of move, but it ate at my insides until the second time. That time was with Mikey. I was preoccupied with the blue-eyed kid, propped up on a workbench and throwing mindless flirty implications at him while he took long drags from a cigarette, to remember why Mikey was even doing there and why he dragged me along with him. His laugh, the playful eye-roll after I complimented his sweat-laden blonde curls weighed down by heat humidity, told me he was on board.

But I wasn't done.

I knew this time I'd pounce for what was mine.

"Yeah," I breathe out, crossing my arms and peering down at him, "And I mighta' been redlining the RPM a little too much. Probably fried the fucking thing."

Lip nods, the corner of his mouth curling up just a bit. He beckons his hand toward himself, telling me to kneel down beside him to inspect the bike. "This things kinda old, huh?" He teases, turning his head to me and finally letting a real smile break. It warms something in me. I shrug. He glances at my white tank-top, covered in black stains of dirt and oil.

"It's not great, no. It's a piece of shit. But it's cute!" I play along with him, taking the hairband on my wrist and twisting my hair into a high ponytail. Lip huffs though his nose, shaking his head and laughing again.

The next couple of minutes are filled with him telling me things I already know. Things I was too exhausted to manage on my own, defeating the whole purpose of why I was here. Fuck the bike. I know what's wrong with the bike. I know it's an old piece of junk and it's barely salvageable. You should know why I'm here. And maybe you do. But you should do something about it.

Lip has this way of speaking to me that feels ridiculously sweet and overly 'cool.' I know it's just his cadence and his cockiness, but I like it. I like that he thinks it makes me swoon. Partially because he's right, but mostly because I've mastered hiding it. He doesn't see my heart pound or the rising heat in my abdomen when he cracks his knuckles or puts a hand on my shoulder and let's it travel down to the small of my back when I crouch down beside him to look at another motorcycle he's trying to save. I'm almost certain he convinces himself that my gestures are nothing more than a meaningless flirt. I simply find him attractive, as does everyone. Nothing more.

But he's got it all wrong.

He knows my intentions somewhat well enough to the point where he can't not flirt back, though. He knows I haven't stopped him from letting his eyes travel from mine to my lips whenever I speak. He likes that I let him light my cigarettes for me. But he doesn't know this isn't just for fun. I'm so hyper-aware that it isn't out of the kindness of his heart. And neither are his compliments and lame jokes he makes to impress me. He treats my attraction to him as fact, but my genuine interest as a possibility.

Again, he's wrong.

I can't wrap my head around how he could reciprocate my efforts without ever pushing the envelope and asking to exchange numbers, or if I had a boyfriend, or maybe he had one of his own. No, no. He'd tell me if he had a girlfriend. He is, above all else, loyal.

Lip's what I want. I meant when I said his hair looked nice. I meant when I gave him a 20-dollar gratuity and a peck on his cheek just for giving me a repair cost estimate on my shattered headlight. I smile any time he says my name: Maeve.

Hey Maeve, back so soon, huh?

Hand me that box, Maeve.

Y'alright, Maeve?

Yo, Maeve, wanna bum one?

Maeve, Maeve, Maeve.

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"Think you'll be back tomorrow to pick it up? No rush, though. I can keep it 'till you're ready," Lip asks me, leaning against the wooden workbench littered with microfiber towels and tools. His swell arms are crossed to his chest. I nod, coating my fingertips with a thin film of spin while I fish out some cash from my beat up faux leather wallet.

"A-huh. Thanks," I hand him 6 twenties before glancing at the opening of his button-down uniform.

The corner of my mouth lifts itself into a knowing smirk, my hand on my hip as I shift my weight to it, making my chest stick out and my spine bend correspondingly. My lips hang open a measly centimeter apart before I draw the bottom one between my teeth. I watch him sort through the cash, biting down harder on the flesh of my lip when he freezes.

"Looks like you're a good 15 short," he barely mumbles, looking up at me through his eyelashes. His brows narrow down to me again. I click my tongue coyly. I step closer to him, my hand, with fingernails painted black, pushing the cash in his palms down and his arms down with it.

"About that..." I pause, tilting my head with a look of naivety and not bothering to push away the strand of hair that has fallen from my ponytail and over my eye. Instead, I wait and let Lip set the pile of cash down and draw the curtain of my hair open to reveal my face. My stomach twists on itself, and I can practically feel his chest rising and falling with every anxious breath in my own lungs.

I beg to whatever higher power lies above us in this garage that a kiss will work. Not that it usually doesn't, but my form isn't as confident as it typically would be. The guys I wrap around my finger aren't as driven as Lip is. And God, none of them are part of my tantalizing daydreams nearly as often as he is. I picture his rough hands exploring me, squeezing and rubbing over the valleys of my skin. I imagine his breath is hot with the taste of mint and cigarettes. Every part of me wants to know if my predictions are accurate. If he's the type to sink his teeth into my neck and shoulder blades just to apologize to the reddening skin with open-mouthed kisses. The anticipation kills me. It's enough to swallow me whole.

"...Maybe I can pay you back a different way?"

I barely whisper and Lip scoffs, glancing away from my gaze, scanning the area just for it to be completely empty. He comes back to me. His eyes go a little wider than before. Almost to say, 'oh shit, you're serious?' I stick my tongue between my teeth and tug on his uniform, feeling the fabric rub between my sweaty fingertips. My eyes watch Lip's adam's apple bob as he swallows a breath.

"Yeah?" He thumbs my bottom lip and pulls it down, his free hand traveling down to my hip and pulling me closer to him, "what were y'thinking, Maeve?"

"Mmmm," I hum while pressing my hand against his chest while the other cups his cheek, and I let the pad of my thumb graze over the grove of his defined cheekbones. "Dunno yet."

My teasing is much to Lip's dismay, but he handles it quite well. It's sobering to see a guy as seemingly self-involved and easily impressed play into my mind games. It only pushes me further, and he knows it. I crash my lips into his, my hands anchoring themselves on his shoulders for support. He sighs into me, a hand reaching down to hook a finger through the belt loop of my shorts and drag me closer to him. His hand cups my cheek and pulls me into his mouth to let his tongue slip past my own. And he tastes just as I expected. Minty, smoky, and mine. I practically grind my self onto him in complete desperation, feeling him harden under me. Every roll of his hips threatens to send me over the edge. And fuck, his muffled groans of pleasure against my mouth that ring in my ears are hypnotic. But even with his sturdy, growing buldge forcing the fabric of my shorts to press roughly on my clit, I need this to last.

Blissfully and ever so slowly.

I finally pull away to catch my breath, the buck of our waists slowing down. My head feels fuzzy and heat rises in my cheeks when I open my eyes to see how flushed Lip's face is. Even the tips of his ears have turned a little red. I smile, giggling like a teenager who just kissed her crush in a closet at a house party as a dare. He laughs back in a way that asks 'what are we even doing?'

"Thought you had a boyfriend."

I pause, my eyebrows knitted. I try to think of who he could possibly be referring to.

Ah.

"Who? Mikey?" I try not to laugh, looking around to the imaginary audience to check if they're really hearing this nonsense too, "ew, no. He's like my brother."

Lip lets out a breath of relief he almost didn't realize he'd been holding. It surprises me. Probably a lot more than it should. But hey, for the other 3 times I've been here, I kept asking myself why his flirting was just as intense as mine, but he never asked for my number or made a true move on me. To think that my friend had been unintentionally cockblocking me with his ridiculous height and horrid American traditional tattoos all over his arms, and it wasn't because the guy had a girlfriend...it's almost funny.

"Oh," he replies, his eyebrows raising. Now both of his hands rest at my hips.

"What? Is that why you left me hangin' when I did this?" I press a kiss against his cheek, my palm rubbing over his shoulder to pull a chuckle out of him.

"I guess so, yeah. Just didn't want him to kill me for getting to close t'you," he kisses my cheek, smiling again.

"Geez. Mikey wouldn't hurt a fucking fly. He just...looks scary. Plus, nobody tells me what to do."

"Noted. Glad to hear that, actually."

"Mikey is—" I pause, biting the inside of my cheek "a sweet guy."

"Uh-huh."

"Too sweet. And I hate the aftershave he uses. He's—he's entirely too much."

"Mm."

"Whatever. Shut up."

"Didn't say anything," he shrugs, trying and failing to act clueless.

Fuck. He's fucking glad. He's glad I don't have a stupid-waste-of-my-time-cockblocking-boyfriend on my hip who's constantly watching my every move and stopping me from giving all of myself to Lip. Hell, I'm glad too. Very glad. With one swift movement, I take matters into my own hands again. I undo every last plastic button on his uniform, snaking down his chest and abdomen. I latch onto his neck, biting the skin and sucking a bruising hickey. He shivers beneath me and wraps his hand around my ponytail, huffing breathless chuckles and slowly getting more and more frustrated with my agonizingly slow, torturing pace for foreplay.

I bend my knees to begin my descend to the ground, kissing down his torso. My hands travel down his sides. Lip gently lets go of my hair to lean back into the workbench, never letting his head reel back so he can carefully watch me tenderly adhere to his needs while anchoring his hands behind him for support. I giggle to myself, relishing in the affect I have on him.

Shit. This is risky. Screw it. Pretty girl without a boyfriend who tips in 20 dollar bills and blowjobs? How could I say no? No part of me wants to back out, Lip's mind races, his grip tightening on the wooden slab as he clenches his jaw.

I wonder if he's nervous. Or maybe he's done this time and time again: fucking a girl right in this garage. Possibly bent over this very work bench. Those girls must've been so easy. I can bet on my life that they were never as fun, never as wet, never as needy as me. This would be different. I wouldn't give him everything he wanted and more that quickly. A girl deserves to have her fun. She deserves to watch the overly confident guy she's fancied for weeks, who continues to play hard to get, squirm and writhe with every slight of hand she gives him.

And that's exactly what I'm doing.

"Y'having fun down there?" Lip chastises me, chuckling lightly to himself as he tilts his head down to get a better look at my face.

My kisses stop right above the waistband of his jogger pants. I look up at him pleadingly through my lashes, my eyes big with lust and cunning seduction. I pull the middle of the waistband down just so I can drag my tongue across the exposed skin just centimeters away from his cock. The curls of his happy trail tickle my chin, but the full body shiver and the shaky exhale of "fuck," as he tries to keep his composure, makes it so worth it. He finally shuts his eyes, head reeling back. I lick my lips and smile, cupping his groin before he can even think about looking back down and feeling the blood rush to his cock again. His twitching dick underneath my palm sends me sitting on my heel, ready to slowly rock my hips down into it to fill my desperate need for friction. My cotton panties are definitely soaked.

I can't waste any more time.

I remove my hand from his crotch and quickly pull his pants and his boxers down with them. They pool at his ankles, and his cock strains hard and leaking sticky, crystal clear pre-cum from the thick and aching tip. My mouth nearly drops. I admire every vein, letting my hand wrap around the base of his cock once I've spit into it as makeshift lubricant. I'm so lost that I don't even register Lip peering down at me, swallowing impatiently.

"My, you're so worked up, Lip. And I haven't even started." I don't bother to look up at him as I rub my hand up and down his shaft, worried his pretty face will distract me. But I can picture him perfectly.

"Fuck you," he huffs through a struggled laugh, covering his mouth as he groans in pleasure at the feeling of my hand squeezing his cock every once and a while as I slowly pump him up and down.

"Later," I retort. I bite down on my bottom lip, looking up at him again for permission. He nods, almost as if he's able to read my mind. My eyes shut and my stomach flutters. Soft lips cover the head, swirling my tongue over the slit. His tip leaves my mouth with a loud pop, and I lick a bold stripe along the thickets vein I can find.

"Jesus, fuck, Maeve!" He writhes, his breath hitched in his throat by me hollowing out my cheeks and taking nearly 3/4 of his total length into my mouth. Moans of pure bliss at the feeling of his cock enveloped by the wet warmth of my mouth echo through the garage. I fear he's too loud, but I decide not to care. Not now.

My hand pumps the rest of his cock that I don't fit into my mouth at the moment, while my free hand reaches for his. My eyes remain closed and my sucking maintains a steady pace as I bob my head up and down his cock. I grab his hand and set it on the top of my head, but he hesitates.

"W—you sure, Maeve? I don't wanna hurt you," he swallows, accidentally bucking his hips into my mouth and running his unoccupied hand through his sweaty curls. I detach myself from him, wiping the mixture of pre and spit from the corner of my mouth and finally looking up at him.

"You won't," I take a deep breath, "I won't let you. I'll tell you if 's too much, kay?"

"Okay. Maybe just—" he clears his throat "tap my leg 3 times? And I'll...uh—I'll let go? Yeah?" He looks beautiful. Flushed, bare, and oh so needy for my touch. I wish I could keep him like this forever. He's so compliant, so understanding. But part of me knows that once I let him do this, it'll show me the side of him I've really been praying to see.

I nod, smiling contently and feeling myself blush when he twirls his fingers around my ponytail again. He bends over just the smallest bit to cup my chin and smile back. The pad of his thumb grazes over my skin before he lets go. I take it as my sign to go back, pressing my hands against either of his thighs and feeling clit jump with excitement when Lip tugs at my hair the moment I take his cock into my mouth again. I bob my head up and down, my eyes rolling back when his tip hits the back of my throat. Tears prick at my waterline as I struggle not to cough.

I grow even more desperate. My hand dives into my shorts and I slide two of my fingers inside of me, unfortunately never living up to the potential size and feeling of Lip's. The continuous ram into my gummy and tender spot causes me to fall apart, whining with his dick occupying the space in my mouth.

"Oh my God," Lip nearly whines, his grip tightening as he guides my head up and down his dick, but it's so gentle it never startles me, "so fuckin' good, baby. Jesus, fu—ah..keep doin' that. Yes, fuck.."

My tongue swishes over and under his cock in mind-numbing patterns, and I can't help but let little muffled moans escape my throat and vibrate against him. He almost can't contain himself: bucking his hips and practically fucking my throat. I do my best to cancel out the occasional gag so quickly he won't feel guilty and possibly stop.

Use me, I think.

Usually, I'd take the lead, never letting a head pusher take the role. But not this time. Lip's so pent up, so stressed with the complexities of his life. This is a kind gesture. One that involves tears of struggle spilling out of my eyes and streaming down ky cheeks. But fuck, I love it. It's filthy. It's nasty the way I nearly suck him dry. I can't remember the last time a blowjob was this fun.

"Such a good girl. Y'know that?" He looks down at me, biting his lip as his eyebrows knit in pleasure and desperate need to cum down my pretty little throat, "how'd you get so fuckin...so fuckin' good at this, baby? Shit—feels so good."

He babbles over and over again, and I'm taking strategic breaths through my nose and speeding the pace of my fingers as they thrust in and out of me so I don't stop him from releasing the way he absolutely deserves. Finally, he pulls my ponytail tighter than he ever has, warning me that he's about to cum, but by the time he tells me, it sends down my throat. He groans out, releasing my hair and going limp. I swallow the salty substance, blinking out the last few tears in my eyes and sliding my fingers out of me.

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Lip: 1 message.

Hey. 11:47pm

Hey. Miss me already? 11:52pm

Something like that, yeah. 11:56pm

What's up 11:58pm

I get off early tomorrow. Just wondering if you wanted to come by the shop and hang out for a bit? 11:59pm

Sure. See you then. xoxo 12:03am.

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I needed to make a post about this because...well, the title says everything.

First of all I would like to say that I'm feeling a bit anxious sharing my thoughts about this. I don't know if I'm the most qualified to talk about this but it has been bugging me.

I know a lot of people have already discussed the way Miguel, a POC and a latino man out of all people, has been oversexualized to a point that it feels fetishy and a bit concerning sometimes. I think we can all acknowledge this and that already gives us a lot to think about.

But what I think is really interesting is that not only is Miguel an intentional thirst-trap, he is a thirst-trap created mainly by a team of male producers/ writers. From what I read, the people in charge of his character design were men (I want to say that I am by no mean attacking anyone who worked on this movie. They did an amazing job and I am just sharing my thoughts, not saying they are bad people for this choise or anything. Thank you).

And I find this very telling. Because when I first saw this headline, I thought "Oh finally, women have been given the chance to freely thirst over a male character the same way men do." And I think it was a big mistake from me to think this way. (First of all, there are also men and non-binary simping over him). Because, let's be real for one second there, do we really want to thirst over characters the way men do? I have been an anime fan for years and let me tell you, the way a lot of men/ fanboys view female characters is simply gross (I know, I know, not all men). It's also something I noticed in comics and video games. Like, have you seen the outrage when a video game studio wants to propose female characters who do not look like what some p*rn addicts imagines women are?

My point is that Miguel has been created not with the female gaze in mind, but with the male gaze (and it hurts to say this). That's what I got from reading the part of the interview. The emphasis on his butt, the overly masculine, muscular body... Miguel was created not by following what women like in men but by what men imagine that women like in men.

This is also something we can see a lot in various medias over the last years, especially in the romance genre. The way some "desirable" men are depicted do not fit what women seek in a partner but what men imagine women want (ofc every woman has different criteria when it comes to this). I think it's very blatant when you compare medias written by and for women like Shonda Rhimes's shows, Bridgerton, Outlander... and medias written by men. So, in the end, I think that Miguel has been created with that in mind "Let's make a big, tall, dark and broody, muscular matcho man. That's what the female public wants." (ofc it's never as simple as that but you get the idea).

So... does this mean that it's bad to simp/ thirst over this character? Surprisingly I'm going to say no and I even think that it's important that the women in this fandom keep making content around Miguel! Because when we write fanfictions, draw fanarts of him... we are now picturing him with a real female gaze and that's what brings even more complexity and depth to this character.

I have seen so many interpretations of this character since I joined this fandom and a lot of them were really cool/ beautiful, showing just how much people love this character. When you think about it, it's crazy that a character who only got 15 minutes of screen time can have such a strong effect on a fandom, meaning that he is more than just a thirst trap. I genuinely think that the content created by the fans gives this character his humanity back (because, yes, being sexualized to no end deshumanizes a person. Go argue with a wall, thank you very much). I've seen so many tender, soft but also funny depictions of him making him more than just some ass shots on the big screen. And even on the NSFW corner of the fandom, some people out there are really making him more than just this "feral beast" that we have been sold by giving him back his tenderness, his sensuality...

So, yeah, take this headline with care and think what you want of it. Those were just my thoughts. Feel free to disagree, tell me if I got something wrong or just leave your thoughts under this post because I'm genuinely curious of seeing other fan's opinions. I apologize for the mess of this take.

And now I'm going back to sleep.

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderverse #we need to talk about this #gender critical #female gaze #male gaze #look at me not writing my college essays but writing this

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The Dark Side of the Moon - Chapter 9: Betrayed

Vampire Marc Spector X f!Reader

Beta Read by @xbellaxcarolinax - Masterlist - AO3

A/N: I've finished writing this series! I'll be posting the final 3 chapters every Sunday for the next 3 weeks!

Chapter Summary

You and Marc are running out of time. You need to come up with a plan...and fast.

Tags/Warnings (for entire fic)

Major Tags/Warnings Major Character Death - Non-con - Dub-con - Violence Minor Tags/Warnings NSFW, smut, Khonshu is human turned vampire, Ammit is human turned vampire, sex with characters other than the main pairing (Marc X f!Unnamed Character - Khonshu X f!Reader), p in v creampie, furniture grinding, scent kink, blood kink, vampire/human relationship, blood drinking, rough sex, oral sex, coming untouched, coming in pants, panty sniffing, angst, fluff, smut, forbidden relationship, secret relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, Marc does NOT have DID Dead Dove Do Not Eat - This means that what you see in the tags is what you get in the fic. If you read the tags and see "non-con" and then see non-con in the fic, don't be surprised!

Word Count: 1.6k

You smelled different since Marc had been with you just the other night, and he felt more drawn to you than ever before.

Khonhsu must’ve noticed it as well. It was obvious with the change in his attention toward you, especially in front of Ammit. Marc observed the way he held onto your hip so tightly, fingers digging into your side a little more possessively than before. Your scent had changed from that sweet aroma to a warm musk, and Marc couldn’t describe the way it made him feel.

Protective? Possessive? As if he would - without hesitation - tear the limbs off of anyone who thought of harming you even the slightest? It’s not like he didn’t feel this way about you before, but something was different now. He felt a deeper…connection.

Something else had changed. Marc could see Khonshu paying more attention to him, which made his stomach turn. Did he know? Was he biding his time, toying with Marc until they got back to the mansion? Would he stick Marc in the thirst room until you were dead and he’d never see you again? It was as if all the wind had been punched out of his lungs when he thought about that. Your mortality was always on the back of his mind, but he’d never really considered living without you.

He couldn’t fucking live without you.

“Marc!” Khonshu snapped, forcing Marc to jump out of his thoughts and give all his attention to his master. “Out.”

The word was final, strong, and non-negotiable. Without any sort of acknowledgement, Marc left the lounge, which Khonshu had been using as a makeshift meeting room for his own household while on Ammit’s property. In his quarters, Marc stewed, an anxious poison bubbling in his gut at the thought of what may happen if his fears were justified. What if Khonshu knew about what he’d done with you, and what if, as a result, that night was the last chance he would ever have to save you both?

It wasn’t a matter of if, anymore, it was a matter of when he could sneak off to your room and a matter of how hard it would be to convince you that the two of you needed to get out of there immediately. There were several obstacles, but he thought he could figure them out with your help. The only thing that was for certain was the fact that you both needed to leave as soon as possible.

Marc had expected it would be a little more difficult this time around while trying to get to you, now that Khonshu was certainly suspicious of him, but to his surprise, he had no resistance getting to you at all. He wondered if everyone was busy in preparation for the return home tomorrow. You were awake, jumping out of your bed the moment he climbed in through the window. In a mad rush, you both collided, lips and tongues melting into one another through a series of moans.

“I have to–” kiss “talk to you,” you moaned, breathing heavily in between each peck.

“Me too,” he rasped, pushing you against the wall roughly. “You smell different,” he growled into your neck.

“I know,” you whispered.

Marc hoped you didn’t feel the urgency in his shaking hands while he pulled his pants down to his thighs. You held onto him tight as he lifted you effortlessly, slowly lowering your body down around his dick. You’d neglected your panties. He wondered if you were expecting him to come to you one more time before you both had to leave Ammit’s home.

You both exhaled out into the room as your bodies connected. Marc’s thrusting was ragged, and he knew it. He was desperate for you, he could feel it in every nerve ending, this intoxicating need to have you. This new scent of yours was driving him mad, and he couldn’t understand why.

“You have to bite me,” he muttered between thrusts, “and do it hard.”

You looked at him, brow furrowed in confusion. He’d forgotten that you didn’t know much about his kind, other than their need for blood and the fact that they could live forever. Khonshu was careful about how much he told you and the other livestock in an effort to keep you ignorant and obedient.

“Khonshu is suspicious,” he breathed, “I don’t want to turn you but–”

Marc was cut off by the sharp pain of you biting hard into the side of his neck. He groaned as he felt the skin break. It wasn’t often that Marc felt pain, he liked it though, particularly while his cock was buried deep in your warm cunt. He sighed out a moan, completely engulfed in a feeling of pure pleasure while you drank from him. His hips started rolling harder, as if they moved on their own, basking in the feeling of the agony and ecstasy melting as one.

“Mm, yeah honey, just like that,” he cooed, kissing the side of your neck and trying to keep himself from tearing into your skin as well.

He could tell you liked the taste based solely on the fact that you were moaning more than usual while you licked at his skin. You shuddered, walls clenching around him as he pushed deeper, fucking into you harder.

“M-Marc, oh-my…”

Your breath caught in your throat and you tilted your head back to rest against the wall while he moved even faster. His orgasm came rushing through his body, hips stuttering until they were flush against yours, cock throbbing and spilling into your gushing cunt. You moaned so loudly Marc thought you might get caught so he clamped his palm down over your bloody lips.

It took several moments of holding you there before you both had calmed down enough for him to lower you to the ground. You wiped your lips and stared at him wide-eyed as if you couldn’t believe what had just transpired.

“God, I didn’t mean to bite you so hard, I’m sorry,” you said, reaching out to touch where you’d bitten his neck.

He chuckled, “don’t worry, I heal pretty quick.” He touched the wound. “Besides, we can call it payback for all the times I’ve tried to sink my teeth into you.” Marc pulled his pants back up around his hips. “How are you feeling?”

He tilted your head this way and that, looking for any indication of change. He didn’t understand. Your pupils weren’t dilated as he’d expected them to be, and you didn’t feel feverish to the touch. Turning a human didn’t take long, at least not from what he recalled.

“I don’t feel different,” you said, a hint of worry in your voice.

“Of course you don’t, little dove.”

Khonshu appeared, like a villain in a movie, sliding in through your bedroom window and striding over to Marc. He grabbed Marc by the throat before he even had a chance to react, holding him high while keeping his eyes locked on yours. Marc held onto Khonshu’s forearm, choking and gasping, trying desperately to keep himself from losing consciousness.

“Sir, please!” You yelled, louder than Marc had ever thought your voice could go.

Khonshu dropped Marc on the floor, leaving him gasping and struggling to catch his breath. Marc could see you backing up into the corner in terror but knew it would get much worse for you both if he tried to stop Khonshu. It was obvious he valued you above any other cattle and wouldn’t kill you, but Marc didn’t doubt Khonshu’s ability to make the rest of your life a living hell if he chose to.

Marc watched as Khonshu grabbed your arm roughly and forced you to the bed, bending you over the mattress. You were brave, Marc noted, hardly making a sound above a quiet whimper while Khonshu pulled your dress aside and stuck two of his thick fingers into your cunt, still slick from before.

“Just as I thought,” he spat through clenched teeth, pulling out his fingers only to reveal Marc’s cum dripping from them. “Marc,” he said as though scolding a child, “to think that my own knight would betray me so. I saved you, Marc Spector, or did you forget?!”

You turned over now, scrambling to put some distance between yourself and Khonshu.

“I didn’t forget,” Marc managed to say as he fought to control his breathing. “But you can’t keep her in a cage like an animal, you can’t keep tricking innocent people into your bullshit cult.”

Khonshu sniffed out a laugh, “and why is that, Marc? Hm? Is it because she smells so good that you’ve changed your attitude toward the cattle trade? Because until I brought her home you didn’t seem to take issue with a free food supply.” He stormed over to Marc.

Marc kept looking to you for a change in your appearance, even the slightest shift in your posture, but nothing changed. You still looked the same as you did on the day he first saw you.

“Why didn’t it work?” Marc asked coldly, looking up at Khonshu from where he still knelt on the floor.

“I know you’re young, Marc, but you’re not a fool.” Khonshu walked over to Marc and grabbed the collar of his jacket. The door to your room burst open to allow several of Khonshu’s guards in. Before they whisked Marc away, Khonshu leaned in to whisper in his ear, “you know our blood only works on humans.”

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Surprise, my lovely Jonerys Fandom!!! Here's my photo with Kit and Emilia. When you see this, you may be asking, "Why is Libra holding that sign?" And the simple answer is, "Because this was for us, the Jonerys fans."

Fandom can be a wonderful place, but also very lonely. Oftentimes, ppl in our real lives don't share our passion so we obsess about these characters alone. That was me until one day, I made a few friends through reading, then writing, then in private and public forums. This simple hobby has gained me real, true friendships with some of the most amazing, kind, funny, sweet people that I'll never have the pleasure to meet (cause y'all are scattered across the world from me). Some I met by fangirling over their work, others, when they shared sweet comments on mine. But the most friends I've made have been in the Jonerys server, where we come together to laugh and thirst and debate, sneaking conversations in between real-life commitments.

Upon meeting Kit and Emilia, I wanted them to know that despite how their characters were butchered, we'll never accept it. We're not just GOT fans, we're JONERYS FANS, a crazy, but loyal group that loves them fiercely and we're still here to defend them always. Whether we’re a reader, a writer, a creator of fanart or moodboards, they'll forever be our King and Queen.

I know that if you guys could, every single one of you would have been there with me. So this was my way to bring you along 😘

Ok...now that the sweet fluff is over, want to know how the interaction went? Here goes...

My plan was to ask if I could hug them, but everything happened so fast and as soon as I walked thru the curtains where they were, I was starstruck!! All I could do was smile like an idiot and hold my sign. They paused to read it and huge smiles spread over their faces! Kit read it out loud and asked what it was and I rushed out, "It's a group that gets together online 'cause we all love you guys so much! They wanted to be here but couldn't but they love you! And I love you!" And then Emilia said, "We have fans!" to Kit and he laughed. And she asked me, "Do you want us to hold it? And you can stand in the middle". But then instead of going in the middle I moved to Kit's outer side and he took my arm and moved me and then I touched his abs, (HIS ABS, GUYS, I TOUCHED KIT HARINGTON'S ABS!!!) pretending like I didn't know where to go, but really, I secretly did and just wanted him to touch me 😂

Then I put my arms around them and they both did the same to me, but Emilia's hand brushed my ass on accident (but I'll always pretend it was on purpose) and she said, "whoops" 🤣🙈. And I totally forgot to smile like the Insta girls showed me in order to look better - cause I just got felt up by Emilia! - and then they took the picture and I had no idea if I looked like shit or not and then the staff rushed me away but I quickly said, "I love you guys so much! Thank you!" and left.

So there you have it folks. The single greatest day of my secret fandom life. I may never wash my hand or my ass again cause both came into contact with Kit and Emilia and my life goals have been fulfilled 😜❤️

#I may be biased but look how genuine their smiles are #they love us #they loved the sign #they were happy to know there's still jonerys fans #libra meets kimilia

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"Blocking isn't some personal insult. Its a method of saying; hey, we clearly shouldn't interact, so I'm gonna build this soundproof wall between us to make sure we can't."

Except that's not what the people you associate with do and encourage you and others to do by extension. I really liked your writing, but it's disappointing to see the type of people you've chosen to buddy up to, who use blocking as a way to weaponize social media and make pariahs out of certain people in the fandom who don't bow to their whims. I hope they don't burn you the way they've burned so many others, but with their track record, I'm not holding my breath.

Okay let's do this. I'm tired. I would like to go back to sleep. Get off my lawn, etc etc.

I have been dealing with anons harassing me since I started posting HotD stuff back during the Season 1 show run. I got hateful anons saying terrible things about Abby back in December. When I interacted with NONE of the people that I currently interact with today. This escalated when I properly began posting Maiden in the summer of last year, and then escalated in the fall. After receiving some truly foul anons in regards to my writing, my OC, and my work, including one telling me to kill myself, I shut anons off. Because what the actual fuck. I have been on the internet for 25 fucking years and this is the first time I have EVER dealt with such bullshit.

Before these anons ramped up, I, like many people, blocked. A lot. I blocked mostly people thirst reblogging stuff about the actors that would cross my dash or in the tags because it made me uncomfortable, I didn't want to see it. I blocked a lot of blogs that were posting these weird reader x canon character thirst lists that I just found bizarre and didn't want to see scrolling through a character tag. That, friends, is what the block button is for. I block people with takes that I disagree with as well, I'm someone whose pretty liberal with my block button. I block things I don't want to see on my dash. It's honestly as simple as that.

No one has fucking told me to block anyone. I am actually deeply fucking insulted that I, a grown ass adult who is nearly forty, needs to be told to block someone/someones when people are setting up blogs called 'ihateemilykaldwens' and trying to terrorize me, and my friends and mutuals, and then try to frame another one of my mutuals for being responsible for it in the process. I only just recently started speaking with "the individuals" I've chosen to associate with long after I have blocked the people you're saying are being bullied.

And if this is about my post the other day about the culture I see: It was never actually about anyone specific, it was genuinely trends I have seen cross my dash as well as discussions with friends in other fandoms. That's all. If someone(s) thought I was talking about them specifically: Dude, IDK what to tell you. That's a you problem.

So let's stop playing coy. I'm tired of it.

THIS. IS. A SMALL. BLOG. I do not pass a block list around and TELL people or encourage them to block them, nor have I ever have it done to me. And even IF someone said 'omg you should block all these people' uh, no? I have free will and can make my own judgements?

Anon, if this situation is upsetting to you, either come off anon in the DMs and talk to me, or you are welcome to unfollow me. I don't care, and I mean that in the nicest possible way.

Because the people I've blocked on my own make others feel the way you're claiming they make you feel.

Because we all know who everyone is talking about. And I'm done. This is 12 year old behavior and I don't interact with minors.

I'm going back to bed. Whatever is in the fucking water, I want none of it.

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Something that I love and appreciate about Ash Lynx that I don't see many people talking about is his lack of desire for personal revenge. It's such a small and obvious detail, that I don't think we stop to think about it enough, but Ash is not consumed by revenge. Even after everything that happened to him, we never see him express a desire to kill or torture Dino, or anyone else who hurt him, we just wants to be free. Even with researching banana fish he's just trying to figure out what's wrong with his brother so that he can cure him, his motive is never revenge. Wanting to destroy and make Dino suffer would be a completely understandable reaction, yet all he wants to do is prevent other children from experiencing the same things he did.

The only times we see Ash express a desire for revenge, is when people he loves are hurt. This is seen several times with Eiji, such as when he's shot and he chases the men and shoots them with rage in his eyes, or when Shorter dies and he kills Dawson as he begs for mercy. This is why at the start I emphasised *personal revenge*. But I just think that his overall lack of thirst for revenge and just deep desire to be free is an extremely important facet of his character, that really just highlights who he is on the inside beyond all the violence and suffering, and is also very telling of his strength.

This is also one of the reasons why I dislike the "yut lung is just ash without eiji" rhetoric, because I feel like it does such a disservice to both their characters. Yes, they've lived through similar trauma and are in several ways parallels to each other, but they're different people with or without someone to support them. First of all, before Eiji, Ash did have someone, Shorter, and he had other people he cared about such as Skipper and his gang. Obviously none where as influencial or life changing as Eiji was, but painting him as being completely alone before meeting Eiji simply isn't true. Secondly, Ash and Yut lung are very separate people with separate personalities and with indivual nuances to their stories despite their similarites. One of these is the desire for revenge. As I established Ash isn't consumed by personal revenge, but Yut Lung very much is, his entire first arc is his search for revenge agaisnt his own brothers, whom he wants to kill.

Yut Lung isn't Ash without Eiji, he's just Yut Lung. He's a different person with different responses and reactions to the world around him, and of course, having someone to love and care for him would be monumental, but he'd still be a completely different character to Ash, and in my personal opinion, would have a harder time accepting that love than him (as we see briefly with his connection with Sing).

Of course there's also differences in their stories that I think are worth noting. I won't do it on this post because frankly I've been procrastinating making lunch and I need to do that rn. But reducing Yut Lungs's character to an "ash without eiji" is truly tragic in my opinion, and not only a disservice to him as a character but also to his story. Yut lung isn't just there to be a parallel to Ash, and I feel like we sometimes forget that. Anyway I'll get more into the nuances of Yut lung's character, and the nuances of his and Ash's stories and they way they both parallel and differ from each other if y'all want. If not I'll probably forget, and it'll just live in my mind, keeping me awake at 4 am.

#banana fish #banana fish rant #banana fish analysis #ash lynx #eiji okumura #ash and eiji #yut lung lee #ash lynx appreciation #yut lung lee appreciation #tw sa #tw violence #anime

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em-writes-stuff-sometimes · 7 months

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My One-Year Anniversary

One year ago today, I wrote my very first piece of House of the Dragon fanfiction.

My journey in fanfiction has been a long one. I started reading fan works all the way back in 2009 at the age of 12. I even remember the site: Harry Potter Fanfiction Archive. Wow. Wild! Of course, I naturally gravitated toward Dramione works—because that’s what you did, right? Since then, my tastes have diversified; evolved, even. Thank god.

Until I hopped onto Tumblr and started writing, I wasn’t an active member of any fan community. I was a passive lurker, hiding my enjoyment of fan works from everyone and everything. One of my favourite fandoms to read for was Game of Thrones; I particularly enjoyed the Jonsa works and any work where Daenerys claimed the Iron Throne (#JusticeForDany!). I will say that, as much as I enjoyed it, there were no characters who truly ignited my interest.

Then, House of the Dragon hit. Matt Smith’s portrayal of Daemon is just… electric. I suppose my very first thank-you is to him for bringing the character to our screens. Holy shit. Toxic, passionate, magnetic… everything I want in a fictional man! Daemon Targaryen definitely awoke something in me. I spent about a month trawling the Tumblr and AO3 feeds for Daemon x OC/ Reader works, seeking to satisfy my thirst. Daemyra is such a charismatic pairing in canon, but I could never really see myself in Rhaenyra’s shoes; she’s so forward in a way I’m not. So many of the works at that time were centred on badass powerful OCs, and I just… couldn’t relate. Thus,I officially opened my AO3 account and started a side-blog on Tumblr, posting my first work.

It was a smut piece between Daemon and a Reader-insert niece, and one of my first genuine attempts at writing smut - what is now today the second chapter of dōnus riñus (sweet girl) - and was surprised to receive positive feedback from it, given the um, dodgy themes. It spurred me to go back and write a chapter leading up to it, and then write another three chapters post-chapter 2. Then, people wanted to know how Reader and Daemon got together; I wrote gevivys (beauty) from his perspective in an absolute flurry of insanity, pushing out like a chapter a day. It all blew up - I never expected it to, and it is still incredibly surprising to me that people are wanting to read a protracted series about the shit I make these characters do! From there, ilībītsos (little slut) was underway, which was such a fun exercise in dirtybadwrong that I thoroughly enjoyed! Pretty much straight away, I continued on with ñuhus prumȳs (my heart), which I might say is my favourite instalment of the bunch due to the sheer amount of research I put into it. I'm particularly proud of that one, I must say!

Of course, this makes it sound quick. It wasn't - I have quite a busy personal life with my work, so I've not been the quickest at updating. I'm eternally fucking grateful to have an audience that completely doesn't care how often I update, so long as I'm proud of what I'm putting out at the end; I know how rare that is, and I'm absolutely boggled by you all. My squishies. I love you!

Reader has become Babey now - she has her own, like, following? IDK. It's insane to me. She doesn't even have a name, and yet there are so many people who have reached out to me to thirst over her or to talk about her or to share what she means to them. A lot of people have really resonated with the way she struggles with powerlessness and how, in some ways, she's learned to find strength for herself in a world that gives her so little opportunity to do so. I'm so incredibly glad she is a character that people can relate to. She's like my baby, my first genuine creation, and it is a privilege and honour to get to talk about her on here. I still cannot believe there are people out there willing to make art or edits or just send in asks about her. It's completely wild!

I have endless gratitude for so many people throughout the creation of this series, but we must all begin (and end) somewhere. I’d like to start by thanking my first ‘regular’, Wilma, for her enthusiasm and engagement with me as I first started on this journey. She definitely encouraged me to keep on writing. It was thrilling to wake up to another comment or ask from her about the series! If not for Wilma, I don’t think the series would’ve gotten off the ground as it has.

Thank you to my very first friend in fandom. I’ve only ever known this person as ‘Lemon’—they reached out to me when I was well and truly established during the writing of ilībītsos (little slut), helping me to conceptualise the idea for the third chapter of that instalment. They then jumped aboard as a writer, and so much of my earlier drive to write was inspired by them. If not for their messages and their companionship, I wouldn’t have begun to build the community I have now. They are still one of my fandom besties, and I love them dearly.

There are several important people I’d like to thank for being absolute superstars, and whose passion for fandom has impacted mine so greatly. Aubrey, Pancake, AQ—I’ve adored each and every comment you’ve left me, and it’s been such an incredible experience to get to know you all as people. Mage, Hannah—y’all are amazing writers and amazing human beings, and I’m so grateful to have gotten to know you. Bel, Fae, Mars, Mel, Rach—you’re groovy, and hanging out with you in Discord is the bomb-dot-com. If I'm leaving people out, my bad!

I would be remiss, of course, if I didn’t mention one particular person. We connected through a mutual friend (at the time), and eventually bonded over our love of being incredibly nasty, feral and disgusting over our love of these Targ boys. Pretty sure we speak at least every single day, and I can’t say how many times I’ve relied on her for input on a chapter or a specific plot point I’m planning. Her approval means everything to me, and so I can’t possibly go without crediting her as a major influence on this story. Ange—Angela—thank you. You’ve become one of my best friends, fandom and IRL. I absolutely love you to bits.

And, lastly, I want to thank everyone who has read my works along the way. It is still insane to me that there are people who think my writing is interesting enough to keep reading, let alone offer the outpouring of support I’ve received. It is one of the greatest parts of my day to be able to connect with others over a universe I’ve crafted, and the fact that people genuinely want to know these things just stuns me. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Your encouragement means everything to me.

So, it's been one year. I'm still going, ahahaha! Here's to (hopefully) more years to come! I love you guys!

#em writes's one year anniversary

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Do you know how to fix the "Shloomp. There It Is" episode? This can be done MIS style by putting Chase Young in Nomicon's place. After all, Chase Young was able to obtain the evil essence Omi of the Yin-Yang World. Why doesn't he do the same to Randy for a chance to get to the First Ninja? This idea addresses many important issues. Firstly, a dubious lesson from Nomicon (he put the guys in danger in the original plot development), and secondly, the very existence of NomiRandy. Where did he come from? Thirdly, this will limit Randy’s activities, which means he will not be able to get out of the Yin-Yang world on his own and get into someone else’s body. Poof! I forbid rc9gn characters from moving into other people’s bodies so easily!Randy's fall to the side of darkness will infuriate the First Ninja, which fits perfectly with the concept of his relationship with Chase Young. In addition, it will be a kind of bitter reminder: “Look, I took from you the one who at one time took from me the best chance to win you over to my side.” The First Ninja was at his most vulnerable mentally when he was going through a crisis, and only the appearance of Randy made him perk up. The First Ninja will not be able to come to terms with the fact that Randy has become evil (and even more arrogant).NomiRandy may be more than just arrogant. He may represent the vengeful part of Randy. He will probably say something that will plunge the First Ninja into long thoughts, because he will not be able to deny what he said, since it is a part of Randy, and not just his opposite. NomiRandy is everything that the First Ninja never wanted to accept in Randy himself, so this will be some kind of test for him? Very high quality test. Another plus in the karma of this idea.NomiRandy is not stupid, but he is a brutal teenager who doesn't need anyone. Because of this value system, he will not be able to become a part of society, because when he grows up with his peers, his brutality will lose its meaning. Deep down, Randy wants to show others his rebellious nature, what he can really be, but he will have to understand that being NomiRandy all the time is depriving himself of a future. Then this thirst will stop snowballing. A good lesson for any teenager, including Ninjas.So this idea is great, it has conflict, meaning and a "little" Chase Young/First Ninja feud of course. Chase Young is going to give morals for once (especially for the First Ninja), even if that wasn't his intention in the first place, because damn it, Chase Young was never JUST evil. He is many hundreds of years old, he is wise enough so that he does not have to prove it to others. That's why in this scenario I put him in the place of Nomicon, who was supposed to teach the Ninja. He could have locked Randy's moral self in the Yin-Yang world, not just to annoy the First Ninja and force him to accept his terms, but because "I may take YOUR place in the eyes of YOUR students, but the outcome will be the same as the outcome of the one that NomiRandy has taken Randy's place" (that is, a crossed out future for the whole world), or "we can feud not only physically" (Chase Young is a manipulator; he can not only give dubious advice to Randy, but also really important lessons for both him, same for the First Ninja; a kind of care, similar to medicine: whether you like it or not, sooner or later you will need it, but by taking it, you are slowly destroying yourself, because it contains a small dose of poison, and Chase Young will give for his own purposes you just enough to destroy you). What happened will also hit the value system of the First Ninja, which he chose in the afterlife. Chase Young has never been susceptible to petty mischief. In a ship with someone like the First Ninja, this should be emphasized more often.

What other episodes would you like to fix in this way?

Oh, wow, this is a very intriguing and very detailed idea that is certainly worth exploring!

There is a lot to process, and I've been thinking about it for...like a week, and I'm not sure if I got everything, so if I misunderstood anything I apologize (my brain no work so good sometimes lol sorry), but I wanted to offer you my opinion if you want it!

In general I prefer to leave canon alone and just loosely refer to events that happen in cartoon, especially RC9GN, so I never thought of rewriting/fixing an episode (I mean they are sort of 'rewritten' in my head with better lore and just cooler but like nothing definite). With MIS I tend to concentrate primarly on Finja and Chase first, and the kids are sort of in the background for me. I only had like two? three? ideas that are episode & Randy/Monks related and those are mostly in Xiaolin Showdown, and one of them is in Favorite Warrior AU, lol. And even those are not rewrites/fixers but crossover fusion - the events happen almost exactly the same but just with more characters involved. So I can't say I have many idea for rewrites/fixers in RC9GN that would involve MIS.

But what I do like, is using canon to suppliment idea for 'after' cartoon canon, so after reading your idea, I wanted to offer you a slightly different take: let the canon episode happen, but then use it to build an even more serious situation with Chase, like you described and it would hit everyone involved even harder.

Let me explain my reasoning more (this might get a bit long, be warned!):

Let's start with canon first - In my opinion 'Shloomp There it is' episode is fine by itself, however dumb it might seem at first.

I kind of agree with you on the first point, about it being a dubious way to teach a lesson, but to be absolutely fair - it was a very dubious and silly problem originally, that Randy created by being a little bit of an idiot himself. So as in theme with the show, the problem and solution kind of fit each other.

Secondly, NomiRandy. I also agree about your point of Where did he come from and where the heck did he go? Well I have (most likely unpopular) opinions about that.

Personally I believe that NomiRandy is not an actual evil representation Ninjanomicon somehow created from Randy himself, but rather it is a caricature of him that Nomicon created by itself. It's an absolutely fake doppleganger that only looks like Randy on the surface - with many of his negative and opposite traits amplified to a comical degree, but not really an evil entity made of Randy's deepest dark desires. It's nothing more but a papermache puppet Ninjanomicon used to teach a lesson and later discarded, and thats why we never see him again, because he wasn't real in any shape or form so after returning to Nomicon he doesn't exist anymore.

(I am very much aware that my headcanons about NomiRandy are probably in minority, because this fandom absolutely adores NomiRandy, lol)

So, NomiRandy was a relatively mild threat used as a mild solution to fix a problem created by Randy being a bit of an idiot.

Your third point, about Randy being limited in his activities, is where I have to disagree with you a bit more. Because what's the point of teaching the lesson if a big part of Randy is not there to learn it? I mean, in canon version Randy actually witnessed NomiRandy act as an asshole which helped him realize that he himself was acting foolishly. And him having to fight himself but in Howard's body was actually pretty interesting concept of Randy having to actually physically confront his failings and bad traits head on.

There is also something to say about the fact that the only ones involved into body swap were people who were in the Nomicon at first , so one could argue that the body/mind swap was controlled by Ninjanomicon, that it used to make a point for Randy. (But that would be a thought for another time, lol.)

So, as you can see, in my opinion the episode is relatively fine by itself, and if we replace Ninjanomicon with Chase - the total tone shift will change all of it drastically. Not to mention the lesson itself will change, becoming more serious and with actual consequences - all of it would be something completely different.

And while it absolutely could work and the idea of this rewrite by itself is incredibly intriguing, I think it would work better as a continuation, as more dire development for after the end of the series.

You might ask why the end of the series? Well primarily because of my own headcanon that Chase in general tends to stay out of Norrisville Ninja business out of respect to First and also because they change so fast, (I mean what are 4 years to immortal??) he rarely gets to pay attention to them, let alone get interested in them and their usefullness to his agenda with First. But if something big happens, like I dunno, Randy defeating Ghoulian and unmaking the Sorcerer himself it would make Chase pay attention to Randy and realize how useful he can be.

The other important reason, is because of episode 'Winner Takes Ball' where we catch the tiniest glimpse of the actual evil side of Randy that appeared thanks to influence of Chaos Ball. He is power hungry, he is so sure of himself, he is cocky, he is merciless and ruthless and most importantly he still loves being THE Ninja. There is no annoyed apathy and uncaringness that NomiRandy displayed, this Evil Randy would have been just as hyper as normal Randy, enjoying his newfound powers just as much, but also would be unburdened with morals of using those powers.

Because, you see, I think Actual Evil version of Randy is in many ways would be a lot like an Evil version of Omi. Evil Omi was hyper pumped, thriving on newfound power, in this new freedom from morals, ruthless and doing what he wanted, rather than what is right. And what he wanted is to fight, to show everyone how talented he was, that he was the best warrior there ever was.

And what does Randy want? Constantly throughout the show Randy expresses his delight at being the Ninja (unlike some protagonists that find themselves suddenly thrust into a hero role, Randy takes to it instantly, there is literally ZERO hesitation from this boy), he loves it and most importantly he wants to be this strong, powerful, capable and amazing.

But that is also one of the most important Ninjanomicon continues to impart on the Ninjas - not to be this prideful and arrogant, and chase after power with such disregard to everything else.

So, now picture it like this:

Chase learns about Randy and what he has done, and how talented and powerful this new ninja is. At some point he discovers about NomiRandy and what happened, and it gives him an idea.

Chase Reverse Chi-s Randy, and this Evil Randy is still Randy in many ways, and it would absolutely devastate First to see him like this - power-hungry and ruthless, disregarding everything that Ninjanomicon taught him to prevent exactly this fall to Darkness and Evil, and the worst part is he has been taken under Chase's wing not only to nurture and encourage this new evil seedling - but to taunt First and Ninjanomicon, because - isn't it what you once wanted to teach him by creating NomiRandy? About his dark self that should be kept in check and balanced in a good warrior, good ninja? But your lesson was deeply flawed and now look at me, I will do a so much better job than you ever attempted, and I will show this young Ninja, that it's not only the bad side that needs to be balanced but the good side as well.

Which would play into what you said earlier - NomiRandy, or in this case just Evil Randy - will be so power-hungry and thirsty for fighting, he will disregard many things, like the fact that existing like that is impossible - even such urges must be tampered in order to actually live a fullfilling (if evil) life. And who is better to show and teach it to him than Chase Young, who (most likely) spent centuries in the beginning of his immortal life so hungry for battle, he served as an attack dog for Hannibal Roy Bean. But with time Chase has found balance in his new evil existence, and that helped him to overcome Roy Bean and rise to new heights.

That comparison about how Roy Bean controlled Chase, can also can influence how Randy views Ninjanomicon (and by extension First), and how tightly it tries to hold reigns of Ninjas it teaches. I mean, Randy sometimes resented the lessons and rules Ninjanomicon gives, we've seen it a few times, but Evil Randy will feel all of that frustration and annoyance even more, like a rebelious teenager that saw how controlling the authoriive figure in their life is and it will poison his relationship with Ninjanomicon.

And First? Well, Evil Randy could also bring up how Randy, a supposedly not-good enough for your high-and-mighty Ninja Rules and Forbidden Powers managed to do what the original oh-so-powerful Ninja could not - finally defeat the Sorcerer. About how a teenager that you dumped your mask on, your responsibility, and kept holding back with all your stupid rules and limitations - did what you couldn't in 800 years. And what can First even answer to that? Because its all true, no matter how poisoned Evil Randy's view may be, the bare facts are all true.

So, First can only watch, helpless and angry and so so sad, how Chase takes under his wing the one who saved the world from Sorcerer (not even once, but twice) and twists that raw power and energy that served for good into something that will serve evil. ( And the worst part, is that it all happened because of First - because of Chase's initial interest in First. All in an attempt to get to him.)

And well, like you said, there could be two endings - where Evil Randy is here to stay (aka Very Bad Ending lol), or where Good Randy makes it out of Ying-Yang world and reunites with his Evil self again.

But even then, the damage will be done. Because Chase's lessons could still continue. I mentioned earlier about lessons in balance, and how in good warrior, not only his dark side should be kept in check, but his good side also. In a way, I think Good Randy will lack a very important part to being a Ninja - and its the ruthlessness that Evil Randy brandishes like a blunt weapon, but with Chase it could be sharpened into a precise tool, and if Good and Evil reunite, the lesson will be still carried over.

And not only that will be carried over, but all the words and feelings that Evil Randy experienced -Randy will remember, and that can forever change and/or damage his relationship with Ninjanomicon and First. And Chase? Well, Randy will also remember that Chase was not just an Evil Jerk that split him in half - he actually tried to help and teach his Evil self to control himself better, so the seedling of mentor&mentee relationship will still be there.

After all of this, I have to admit, unlike you, I have a harder time imagining how exactly the situtation will help Chase sway/manipulate First to his side. I mean, this way Chase might probably sway Randy to his side, especially if he somehow orchestrates the return of Good Randy and says that all of this was just a lesson to help Randy be a better warrior, because he just couldn't watch all this talent wither away under Ninjanomicon's dubious tutelage.

But when it comes to First, If anything, I think it will actually backfire horribly. First is already constantly unstable in his regards to Chase, but something like this will only solidify his belief in Chase being a manipulator that could never be trusted, because its one thing to try and manipulate First to his side, but its another to involve his kid successor. First might even lose whatever respect he had for the immortal, because he would view manipulation of children as beneath him (of course I think Chase will argue, that those young warriors are hardly children).

I think I mentioned it before in some ask, but I personally believe that if Chase will try to get to Randy it will just send First into apocleptic levels of anger, and destroy any slim chances Chase had, and will literally set him back to zero in his progress with First, lol.

But that's just my personal view, you probably have some really good ideas about that! ;D

On another note, a tiny thing I got to disagree with a little - is about Chase being above 'petty mischief'. I can agree about Chase not being particularly petty, but mischief? In my opinion, this immortal lizard is very much into mischief, albeit a more strategic type of mischief. xD This is the man who continuously taunted pre-teens while trying to manipulate one of them to his side, and also continuously made poor Jack's life hell.

Though admittiedly, I like to think that being around First Ninja brings out more of Chase's mischevious side (opposite to his cruel and uncaring sides) - partially because First Ninja doesn't always reacts the way Chase expects him to. And sometimes Ninja catches Chase before he gets into a scheme and that sometimes leaves Chase himself wrong-footed. And partially because, Chase grew to enjoy testing Ninja's patience a little too much, after the got to know each other better.

But you are right about the fact that in this ship it should empathized more how much of a threat and manipulator Chase could be, the problem is i can't write this type of characters like at all, lol, to my great dissapointment i just don't know how to do it well. xD So that version of Chase just kind of exists half-baked in my mind, and meanwhile in my art and fics he just turns into a mischevious asshole with all his schemes in background, haha.

Anyway, I tried really hard to adress everything you mentioned and offer some insights and ideas, but i still feel like i might have missed something, so - sorry about that! I know its probably not the answer you quite expected, but I do hope it was sufficient, and if not - that at least it was entertainin to read! ;3

#que?#ninja showdown #long post #sorry it took so long but i like to make sure my answers are coherent before i just hit send xD you have no idea how incomprehensible #my first draft of this was lol i promise ill get to your other asks soon! it might take some time tho lol sorry #also thank you for the asks! ;3 i do love to read your insights. they are very interesting ;)#gosh after reading this ask for like a week to compose my answer i am now cravin a fic where Chase does Reverse Chi Randy to mess with Firs

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frogchiro · 10 months

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Okay to address this dumpster fire. I've got many messages (and I send my thank yous' to everyone who took their time to screenshot those and send them to me) and the accusations are that I apparently stole very obvious concepts and wrote something suggestive about a teenager.

I won't post the screenshots but I've been accused of stealing content like hubull(?) whatever that is, stray cat au and the infamous pervy!141 au and let me tell you this. I truly regret that you, simonrileyscockring, couldn't have messaged me like an adult and openly talk to me about this since I have a very open policy about messaging me and it really pains me that you've resorted to spreading rumors about me.

The thing is, I've never written anything about a 'hubull', I don't even know what that is and if you're talking about minotaur type of thing been there done that with Childe like 8 months ago, and stray cat!au and pervy! au? Well guess what, I've been writing about that since the dawn of time, waaay before the CoD era of this blog and back when there was Genshin here, I even have a full length one-shot about stray cat Ajax and many thirsts about him and with the pervy!au is literally the very same thing, been there done that and it was way more nasty too, CoD only spread my wings lol

And guess what? This blog was basically active since July last year and the vast majority of those concepts were written in that timeline. Pervy characters in *fandom* is one of the most popular tropes along with many others like panty stealing, breeding kinks, possessiveness etc so basically all I've written about and me stealing their concept is just ridiculous because...why would I? It really wouldn't give me anything and I have no desire to steal someone elses work.

As for the much more vile teenager accusation, can I ask where did that come from? In which post did I mention someone with a teenage model because I honestly can't remember, like cross my heart I have no idea what you're talking about so if you have any issues, dm me and talk to me like an adult.

I'm really sad that this situation escalated like that and that I had to find this out from incredibly friendly anons and not the people accusing me of those things. That being said, I'm taking a small break from this blog/writing due to incredibly hectic times before me and I don't want that to impact my writing, plus this whole petty drama put me off too so yeah, that all I really have to say. Once again thank you to all the people who send me kind messages and informed me of this, love you and bye <3

#kin speaks #interactions #asks

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thedivinershiddenarchive · 1 year

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OMG THIRST ASK YOU SAY? say no more, like just hear me out, I've been thinking of a reader who has unrequited feelings for diluc and so she's selling her soul to a devil which turns out to be none other than kaeya. Devil!kaeya agrees to help her get diluc but she doesn't know that part of the deal is to be kaeya's personal sex toy, so she tries to refuse him when he first tries to claim her.

(so basically non-con with devil!kaeya who promised to get reader together with diluc except the promise is just his excuse to claim reader for himself)

I hope you like the idea but also it's okay if you don't! Just know that there's no pressure at all, and I'd completely understand if you don't end up writing it ^^a

- ❄️

𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

CHARACTERS ; demon!kaeya alberich x fem!reader x diluc ragnvindr (one-sided)

CONTENT ; non-consensual smut, one-sided love, angst if you like Diluc, unrequited love (diluc), Kaeya makes a contract that isn't part of their deal, spitting, bondage, virginity taking, choking, non-consensual creampie, angst/no happy ending, kaeya is a sadist, praise/degradation, bit of blood (happens during first-times which is normal!), no aftercare, usage of "darling/cutie/princess/doll/bunny/baby"

masterlist | tag system | 17- & MASC-ALIGNED DNI!

You can't help but feel a stab of pain in your chest. It's been months since you've tried to win Diluc's affection, and it's never goes as planned. What did he want in you that you didn't have? You made sure you didn't go too far, respecting his boundaries, praising him for his efforts, giving him gifts twice a week, and keeping his secret that he was the Dark Knight hero and you weren't even considered as his friend.

“Master Diluc, Miss [Y/N] has brought another gift for you-”

“Put it away.” he miffed, cleaning the last wine glass of the night.

“The mansion is overflowing with stuff I don’t even use. It’s better to throw out whatever she bought this time to save some space.” Adeline bites her lip. She notices your advances with Diluc and how hard you’ve worked to even gain a smile out of him but he doesn’t pay attention. Only thinking of you as a bother in his life.

You were desperate for him to love you back. Or even LIKE you back but he couldn’t. Well, better to rephrase that as “he did not want to”.

Though, Adeline didn’t throw it out. She instead walked to the exit of the mansion and gave the bag to you, you looked at her with a confused expression, “Did he not like it?”

“Darling, it’s not like he didn’t like it- It’s just that uhm…” she lengthens her statement, trying to think of an excuse to not hurt you in any way. “There wasn’t that much space to keep it.” It technically wasn’t a lie since you gave him lots of gifts that there was nowhere to keep it. But it still hurts you. You try to convince yourself that he does like you, love just takes time to match you together but it hurts when you know the truth.

Sighing, you gave Adeline a sad smile and took the bag into your arms. “I’m sorry, Miss [Y/N].” she apologizes but you shake your head. “No, it’s fine, Adeline.” you reassure her and pat her shoulder. “It’s about time I consider moving on from him but I can’t. I don’t know how.” you purse your lips in order for you not to let out a whimper.

She gulps, looking at you in a guilty manner before an idea pops up in her head. “I do have an idea for you. Though it’s most likely a bad idea for you to participate in it.”

You look up at her swiftly with wide eyes. “What is it?” you ask, rubbing your hands together. “Selling your soul to the Devil in exchange for what you want.” she says nervously but your expression didn’t falter one bit. Were you so in love with Diluc that you don’t even consider your own life on the line?

“Where can I find this devil? What do I do to meet him?”

“Wow, wow, there. Not so fast. You’re really considering this?” she inquired worryingly but you didn’t give her a response, only anticipating an answer that caused her to sweat. If everything goes wrong she’ll have herself to blame. All of this to fix your desire of having Diluc to like you back.

“Alright…” she sighs, grabbing a notepad from her dress as she starts writing on it and giving it to you. “Be careful.”

“One last candle…” you muttered, lighting up the last candle. You waved your match stick around before throwing it away. You stepped back and waited for something to happen but nothing did. Not even the candles getting blown out. You sighed at the circle of red paint and sat down on the floor. “Ah, so you summoned me?”

You let out a surprised shriek as you looked around frantically. Who in the hell just whispered to you?

“Well, that would be me.” the voice cited. You looked at the source to find that he was behind your standing mirror. He stared at you with a grin, showing his sharp fangs that are stained with… You don’t wanna assume if it was Dandelion Wine or blood. “Who are you?” you crawled back with furrowed brows at the man. “Name’s Kaeya. Kaeya Alberich. And you?”

“[Y/N].”

“So, darling, is there any reason why you summoned me?” the horned man raised his brow with a smirk, you stood up and tried to look confident. Tried to look like you weren’t intimidated by his presence despite the large body that was tainted with scars. “I wanna make a deal.”

“And that is?”

“I want to make a particular someone to fall in love with me in exchange for my soul.”

You didn’t notice his smile faltering a bit but he still kept it up, “Tell me who this person is. Maybe I could help if I know him.”

“His name is Diluc Ragnvindr.'' That name is all so familiar to him. In fact, he did meet him when he was summoned by Adeline. He didn’t like him one bit but he did enjoy making him angry. Making furniture fall on their own and ‘accidentally’ burning his food whenever he cooks.

“Lucky for you, making people fall in love with each other isn’t that hard at all. I might even make it come true with a cheaper price to pay.”

“Really?” oh how cute it was seeing your eyes lighting up. You forgot that you were making a deal with a literal devil and each deal has a price to pay. But sometimes each deal can't be kept.

“Really.” Kaeya smiles devilishly, summoning a contract by his side along with a feather stained with ink. “Just sign right here and our deal will be sealed.” he points at the empty space on the bottom right of the paper.

You were a dumb innocent little lamb that he wanted to corrupt. You didn’t even read what was even stated in the contract, too focused on the idea of Diluc loving you back that your desperation got the best of you. “And… Done!” you sang out.

Instantaneously, the paper and the feather glows into a bright light before disappearing. “When will it begin?” you lilted but your smile quickly dissipated when you felt something around your neck upon snapping his fingers. “Now.”

“H-huh?!” you stuttered, touching the choker around your neck but it quickly burned your fingers. “Ouch!”

“That choker looks cute on you.” he coos, walking towards you and admiring the accessory.

“This isn’t part of our deal!”

“It was part of the contract though.” you look at him in disbelief, you try pushing him away when he picks you up by the choker and pins you to the wall which makes you stop struggling. “You should know that you should never trust a devil, darling.”

You whimpered as he pushed you even deeper. You swore you were gonna lose your breath when he smashed his lips against yours, taking in every possible sound you were giving out. “I was a bit thankful you were too obsessed with Diluc to even read it.” Kaeya chuckles at your horrified expression. “Do you wanna know what our contract was?”

You shook your head, not wanting to know what he had in mind for you. “Well, you’ll find out enough, my doll. So why don’t I just tell you?” Again, you refused. Basically throwing angry and unwilling words at him as he just smirked at you struggling.

“Here,” he made the paper reappear again right in front of your face. Your eyes widened as you read every word on the note. You gulped in regret as tears started swelling the corners of your eyes when he gripped your cheeks, tilting your head up to look at him.

“Why don’t I give you a trial on how it’s like to be my new plaything, cutie?”

“No!” you pushed his hands away but he was way stronger than you, he gripped your wrists and kissed the back of your hand. With a sadistic grin, he threw your leg around his waist, and the other one, to the point you can feel his hard-on grinding on you. “Not wet? Not surprised but I’m a bit disappointed.”

You closed your eyes shut, not daring to say a thing. You tried to muffle out the sounds he was making and imagined Diluc was doing this to you instead. You try to ignore the reality that it was someone else, someone far worse. By simply thinking of him, you grew wet and you brushed your thighs together for some friction.

“Oh? You’re getting wet now?” he smirked teasingly, “Never knew I had such an effect on you.”

You gulped, he doesn’t know you’ve been thinking of someone else while he was trying to be intimate with you. “Aww, come on. Don’t get silent on me now~” he coos but you still remained quiet. Not wanting to give in to his fucked up fantasies.

Kaeya’s eyes darkened when you pursed your lips. That’s when he realized you were thinking of someone else because he knows that you wouldn’t instantly fall in love with someone like him. A manipulative demon who is most likely to stab you in the back. Which is exactly what he did to you.

“You’re making it difficult for me, princess.”

How many days has it passed? Adeline must’ve been worried about you when you didn’t visit the manor. Diluc could care less about your disappearance since he didn’t like you that much to be worried about you, right?

“There you are!” you hear a voice erupt from the hallway. That’s right, you’ve been living with this demon ever since the day you signed that contract. “I hope I wasn’t too rough last night, doll~” he hummed, admiring the dark bruises on your neck along with the new collar he made that fitted the dress you were wearing.

Last night was more than rough, it was torture having him be your first. The first to kiss you, the first to touch you suggestively, and the first to take your virginity. No matter how soft he cared for you after the session you still had a grudge against him for forcing himself into intimacy with you when you didn’t want to.

“S-Stop! It hurts, please!” you scream, trying to plead him to stop inserting himself inside of you. He only froze and laughed at your overwhelmed state. He only found it cute to see you deny him, it only had the blood rushing to his dick faster. “Too bad, you have to take it for me.” you whined as he kept forcing himself inside of you.

You sobbed, the chains around your wrists only serving more pain. You would’ve gone unconscious if it weren’t for Kaeya slapping you when he saw that your eyes started drooping down. “Don’t go sleeping on me, we barely even started!”

What the hell does he even mean? You’ve been in the same position for 30 minutes and he thinks this wasn’t long enough? How laughable. Though you shouldn’t act so cocky when you’re the one pinned down with restraints all over your body.

Before Kaeya could get inside of you, he rubbed your cunt before slamming himself in. He hugged your waist to keep you inside of him, taking his sweet time grinding before they turned into thrusts.

You tried to keep up with his pace to loosen the pain on your core but he was too fast for comfort. You feel yourself losing your breath with each ram of his cock inside of you. He was too big and he treated you like his personal slut in which you were.

The pain slowly switched into pleasure and your whimpers turned into loud moans. He used your waist to better maintain his propelling better, to hit the deepest spots and abuse it over and over. And fuck, you were so tight around him that he would’ve came there but he wanted it to last longer.

Kaeya teased your sensitive clit with the pad of his thumb, taking in your juices and licking them. “I wanna drink more of you.” he purrs, trapping you on the mattress as he rammed into you, wrapping your thighs around his waist to penetrate you even deeper. You kicked around your legs, tears already sliding down your cheeks. He’s hitting your cervix and it hurts so bad. The pleas

“What’s wrong, bunny?” he teases with a sly smirk, “Does it hurt? I hope it does. You look so cute when you’re in pain.” he caresses the bulge on your stomach, a symbol of how painfully deep he was inside of you. He was a sick bastard but you should’ve already expected that when he’s a demonic entity that supposedly made a deal to make your wish come true.

You let out a cry when he wrapped his hand around your throat, closing them into a fist to have you on a chokehold, stopping you from even breathing. “S–s–op i-” you were struggling to even say two words, your panting was getting uneven and you felt yourself about to come. “Ah, I can feel you tightening around me. I don’t know if it’s me choking you or if you’re getting close?”

You wanted to wipe off that stupid grin of his, he enjoyed it. Enjoyed every second of your suffering. He opens your mouth with his lengthy fingers and spits in it, forcing you to swallow as he takes his hands off your neck.

You were struggling to swallow and only coughed it out, making him tch in discontentment. “Isn’t it bratty of you to not take what I give?” he furrows his brows but doesn't advance any further. “I’ll punish you next time. I want you to feel good for your first time.”

Feel good? What a lie. It hasn’t been long and you’re feeling like absolute hell. Ironic to where you are now.

“I feel so close, baby. C’mon, come with me.” he whispers in your ear, his hand caressing your breasts before groping them, making you groan and squirm in his touch. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, meaning he was close to his release. “Pull out, please-” you pleaded but your pleas only fell on deaf ears.

Kaeya hugged your waist tightly, forcing you to take his seed and trapping you in his arms for you to not pull out. You sobbed silently, throwing your head to the side to hide your face but he only gripped your chin and forced you to look at him.

He was panting, sweat was visible and was dripping down his forehead. His tail was swinging from side-to-side from his release and he finally pulled out of you. His cock was still hard but he decided not to start another round yet. The velvet sheets were stained with blood and cum but he didn’t bother cleaning them up.

The demon picked up a nearby key and freed you from your restraints but you were back in his arms. “You’re not leaving yet.” he tuts, shoving you down on the mattress again. You whined and tried pushing him off again but he didn’t budge. “You should just give up already. We already made a deal you can never break.”

“You look beautiful as ever with my hickeys on your body.” he hums, touching the bruises on your neck softly, admiring it like it’s a piece of art. You responded with nothing, only sitting down with your hands intertwining on each other as you looked away from him. “Don’t be like that, doll.” he teases, poking your cheek but you didn’t even give him a glance.

Knowing he’d only get more satisfaction out of you when he sees you miserable and upset while also fanning out angry words at him on how much he’s ruined your life. Kaeya approaches you from behind and hugs you, pressing firm kisses that burn your skin, you were sure that it’ll leave a permanent mark on your face. “Why don’t we make another deal, hm?”

#notsodivininglover ; king’s pages #kaeya x reader #kaeya smut #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya alberich smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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lunarriviera · 3 months

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no one, literally no one:

so funny story, instead of doing work i was trawling the depths of a tumblr tag, as one does, and i began to uncover a vast conspiracy a bunch of thirst traps of 金世佳 jin shijia, so i investigated further.

yes, these are actually him and so here they are, because if i had to be exposed to all this selfie game so too do you. explanation of one of them to follow. trust me, you will want the explanation.

"that's not an actual poster for anything," you say. "definitely not in china," you say. "it's a manip!" you say. WELL THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT TOO but it absolutely is not, it's from 2013 and it's an actual poster for a completely dreadful-looking series called 爱情公寓 iPartment (yes that is the translation) that ran for 5 seasons and over 100 episodes, with a couple of standalone movies attached.

look i do not judge, apparently after it became clear that jin shijia would never be an olympic swimmer he went to grad school in japan, and at one point was so poor that he had to choose between buying cigarettes or a bento box (he picked cigarettes). and then he came home to shanghai in 2009 and made—whatever this was. so, you wind up making a drama poster completely in the nude with a clothed man's hand on your ass. hey we've all been there. more fascinating facts about iPartment and/or its infamous poster: first of all netizens were shook:

The poster immediately caused a commotion on the Internet. Netizens reposted it frantically on Weibo, saying "Love Apartment 3 has unlimited sexual love and is becoming more and more trendy." Some netizens also found it difficult to accept this: "For a long time, Love Apartment has always followed a fresh and fresh approach, but suddenly it became so fragrant and heavy-flavored. I really couldn't accept it for a while." [mtl from the original]

it sure is fragrant alright. the director's defense? it's all about the brotherhood, man:

Director Wei Zheng responded: "This poster is just a kind of publicity for us. There is love, friendship, and brotherhood among the tenants in Love Apartment, and what this photo shows is brotherhood.”

[op having flashbacks to the supernatural fandom and jokes beginning "i don't know what you do with YOUR brothers, but"]

finally, the show apparently had several openly gay characters and it ran from 2009-2020 so that...sure is something. china, you make about as much sense as my mother and i love you the exact same way, excessively and with a lot of crying sometimes.

now i understand why jin shijia is so excited about under the skin on weibo all the time. compared to iPartment, under the skin is prestige fucking television. poor jianci tho. "i have to work with this guy. the naked poster guy. i'm an internationally famous singer and dancer, i've made wuxia, do i really need this role. for why am i doing this"

PS in case this random deep dive into jin shijia wasn't enough for you, he also had a cameo in captain america: civil war so let that sink in

#well y'all asked for weird meta and i guess #this is what you get tonight?#don't worry THERE WILL BE MORE #jin shijia #under the skin #金世佳 #猎罪图鉴 #tan jianci #杜城 #沈翊 #檀健次

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stormkobra-5 · 2 years

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Red Handed, Part 2

Pairing: Moon Boys (mostly Steven) x Reader

Fic Type: One-Shot Series

[Part One] [Part Three] [Moon Boys Masterlist]

Summary: Marc and Jake have questions about Steven's unexpected actions with you last night; and it looks like you want to get him back with a taste of his own medicine.

A/N: It seems I've become a full-fledged thirst-machine along with the rest of you. Look at me, writing a smutty series. And to think I was shy about writing smut pffff--

Rating/Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, NSFW, pegging, praise kink, softdom!reader, (bratty?)sub!Steven, use of a strap-on, nasty uses of Steven’s batons, fluff, this was supposed to be ridiculously dirty but ended up being goofy and filthy at the same time idk

When Steven woke up to the blinding afternoon sunlight streaming in through the wide-open window, he grimaced and rolled away so violently he almost went right off the side of the bed. His phone alarm started going off, scaring the crap out of him-- why was it set to American military horns...? And why was it so loud? He threw his arm over to shut it off with a groan, groping blindly for it-- until he felt the painful stabs of Marc's little tiny cactus as his hand landed full-force on the table.

"OW! Fuck! Bloody hell!" Steven held his injured hand to his chest as he slowly, cautiously sat up, watching for any more dangers nearby. You were nowhere in sight, but he heard the shower running, so he figured you probably hadn't heard him. Blinking his grogginess away, he looked about and found that the cactus had indeed been moved from its place in the window. “What the...”

“Good morning,” Marc said, eerily calm, within the headspace. Steven leaned over to see him frowning in the reflection of his phone screen. Steven was filled with sudden and utter certainty that it was Marc who moved the damn cactus.

“Morning,” Steven answered warily, only to jump when Jake spoke.

“Buenos Dias, amigo. How you feelin’?”

Steven cautiously stood from the bed, eyes scanning for any sort of further traps hidden about. “I-I’m doing just fine.”

“Excellent,” Marc responds, weirdly soft, and it isn’t until Steven sees his own fist flying at his face that he realizes Marc is pissed off for some reason.

“Oh, shit!” He cries, the force of the impact making him fall backward and cradle his face with his uninjured hand. “Bloody— what the hell, Marc?!”

Jake fought a laugh, turning it into a snort. “Well, hombré, Marc’s always been protective of Y/N...”

“Y/N...” Steven groans as he attempts sitting up, wary of his own limbs. “W-what?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Marc snapped. “What happened last night?”

Steven froze, and after a second he was blushing up his neck and straight to his hairline, like a flustered cartoon character. “Uh... Um... I-I don’t think that that’s any of your business, Marc.”

“You don’t know how to be rough, Steven,” Marc scolded, as if speaking to a child. Steven frowned; he knows how protective Marc is of you, he should’ve expected this. “You left her covered in bruises like Jake had had a night with her!”

“Gracías.”

“I’ve never—”

Steven interrupted with a genuine laugh as he finished standing. “You think that’s really the first time, mate?” Silence greeted him, which is exactly what he wanted. Steven shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t even begin to tell you how many times one of you has woken up to her covered in marks and assumed it was the other, cutting me completely out of the equation. I figured I’d keep quiet about it, since that’s private, but that doesn’t really matter now, does it?”

Marc and Jake remained stunned into silence. Jake mumbled to himself in Spanish, probably trying to figure out how many times he’s thought Marc has roughed you up when it’s been Steven. Marc stared at him with wide eyes from the reflection of the fish tank. “Wow, buddy. I uh... never really figured you for the type.”

“I wasn’t,” Steven answered as he made his way to the bathroom door. “Y/N... She helped me get confident enough to be that way with her.” He shot his reflection a timid smile that Marc couldn’t believe had dealt so many bites to their girl’s thighs. “I always take care of her, bruv. You don’t have to worry.”

As he entered the bathroom, he felt Marc and Jake retreating into the headspace, allowing him some sense of privacy with you– although Marc was a little reluctant to do so. Jake snorted at his alter’s hesitance, urging him deeper into the headspace and away from Steven. “It’s happened before, hombré.”

Marc tore his arm from Jake’s grasp roughly, huffing. “Yeah, but… Just not used to it. Steven’s… Steven’s the calm one.”

Jake shrugged. “Yeah, well…”

In the bathroom, Steven splashed cold water onto his face to wake himself up after painstakingly removing each of the cactus’s spines with tweezers. Hearing his little grunts of pain, you poked your head around the shower curtain and smiled. “Morning, Steven.”

Steven smiled softly at the sight of your scrub-reddened face and dripping hair. “‘Ello, love,” He breathed, turning to face you directly instead of looking at you through the mirror. “Mornin.’”

Your brows furrow in confusion and worry. “What happened to your hand?”

Steven shook his head, tugging his shirt over his head. “Nothing serious, darling. Marc just playing a prank on me.” As far as he was concerned, you didn’t need to know that his alters had figured out your activities from last night. That was, as he’d said, private. For as long as it could be, anyway. They’d know the details eventually, probably.

Your eyebrows jumped to your hairline, eyes still focused on the sink even as he stepped out of his sweatpants. “Uh… are those cactus spines?”

Steven sighed heavily. “Yeah.”

You snorted to disguise laughter, reaching forward to take his hand and inspect it. Luckily it seemed not many of the spines had pricked deep enough to bleed very badly, leaving his hand only sore and not as maimed as it had at first felt. “Why?”

“Got me. He’s a sodding ass, that’s why.”

“Aw,” You pecked his lips. “Boys, stop being mean to each other.” Steven smiled broadly at your consideration, always including all of the alters even if they couldn’t hear you. He returned your kiss and tapped your side.

“Move over, love. Let me in there with you, yeah? I’ve gotta go to work.”

Eagerly, you stepped aside and allowed him to enter the shower with you; morning showers were a peaceful little thing you both enjoyed. It was a way to spend some extra time together before you both had to leave for work, although the time you spent washing each other was interrupted with snuck kisses and long skin-to-skin embraces, especially after a night like that.

You hummed as Steven hugged you from behind, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before nuzzling into your neck. “Love you,” He whispered.

“Love you too,” You responded in a tone that mimicked his.

Steven reached for the shampoo. “I know you probably already have, but can I wash your hair real quick, love?”

You tilt your head back a little for him, touched that he found washing your hair so relaxing; though if you were honest, you could say the same about him. “Of course, Steven.”

Turning in his arms to face him, you let him put some in your hands before you spent the morning washing each other’s hair and sneaking kisses under the hot water.

———

“Honey, I’m home!” You called dramatically as you entered your shared flat with the boys. As you kicked your shoes off, you paused thoughtfully, amused with your own crappy jokes. “Or, is it, honeys? Honeys? Yes, I believe so. Honeys, I’m home!”

You all but skipped around the corner to find Marc— because from the way he was standing and dressed, and his hair, he was clearly Marc— grinning at you mischievously from behind the counter. “Hey, baby.”

“Hey…” You said warily, glancing around for any sign of a trap. “...What is it?”

“Nothin,’” he answered, which was very much code for “something.”

“Uh-huh,” You said, entirely unconvinced.

“Jake and I got you something,” Marc said. Here your concern grew exponentially, and at the narrowing of your eyes, Marc laughed and shook his head. “No, it’s nothing bad.”

“Then what?”

“I don’t know what happened last night between you and Steven—“ you flushed at the memory, unbidden heat rising in your face. Steven’s been dominant before with your help— giving him pointers or leading him on, or even allowing him to watch how Marc and Jake do it— but never so filthy on his own. You wonder if it had something to do with his suit. “But he’s been pouting all day.”

…….

Wait what?

“Pouting?” Your voice comes out whinier than you’d meant it too. Hadn’t you been a good girl for him? Hadn’t he enjoyed it? He’d seemed to be just fine with it last night, more than, and you’re wondering where you went wrong.

“Not because of you, sweetheart,” Marc promised. “At least, nothing you did. More of what you didn’t do.”

You set your things on the counter between you both, concerned and confused. “What didn’t I do?”

Marc reached down and grabbed something before tossing it onto the counter. Curiously, you picked it up, eyebrow jerking up when you realized what it was. “Lube?”

“For the batons,” Marc answered with a suggestive wink, and then his expression glassed over. You were left with a surprised Steven as Marc departed into the headspace, and his expression grew only more confused as the seconds passed on. “You… don’t want the body? Either of you?” He prodded incredulously, brows furrowed. “...You’re tired? Both of you at once?”

He looked at you and shrugged. “Oh, well. More time with you, then, darling.” He leaned across the counter to peck your lips. “Welcome home, love. How was your day?”

“Good,” You preened at him, flushing and beaming all over the place. Hidden behind your back was the bottle of lube. “Yours?”

“Bloody terrible,” He huffed, hanging his head. “I don’t wanna talk about it... I am gonna take a shower, though, get out of these bloody jeans Marc insists on wearing.”

“Okay,” You chirped, “I’ll wait for you.”

Steven absentmindedly nodded as you made your way to the bedroom. You waited until you heard the water running before opening the closet and grabbing the box of toys that Steven kept in there— each of the boys had one, and his was smaller and less full, but it did contain something very integral for intimacy between the two of you: the strap-on.

Marc hadn’t wanted to use it yet, and Jake had only rarely; it was Steven who couldn’t get enough of it. You were surprised when he’d shyly asked you if you could try it one day, and he’d loved it so much that he was honestly embarrassed about it at first. Now he wasn’t, though, encouraged by you as he was.

You set it on the bed next to the lube— it was the most recent of strap-ons that had been collected, because despite how small he started with, he wants more every time. The strap-on you selected is almost big enough to rival his own endowments, and it hasn’t been used yet. It’s perfect. You wondered if he’d let you wear the Mr. Knight suit...

No, you didn’t want to overwhelm him. After all, Steven was only just recently getting used to the idea of being dominant with you. Asking to wear his suit might just make him cum on the spot if he sees the strap-on and lube on the bed, too. You can save that for another time.

You’ve only just finished changing– or really, just taking off your clothes until you’re in your bra and underwear– when the water shuts off; Steven’s showers, when he’s not in there with you, are usually quick, so you’re not surprised. He comes out a few moments later, wearing those gray sweatpants and the warm black sweater you love to snuggle him in. His newly-parted hair is still dripping a little as he carries the used towels over to the laundry baskets, passing by the doorway without a second glance.

You smirk, biting your lip to try and stifle a snicker. “Love, have you seen my glasses?” You hear him ask, and you do snort this time.

“No, why?”

“I wanted to do some reading,” he responds, and you recognize the sounds of him throwing some laundry in. Oh boy. Steven. You sweet thing. Didn’t even notice. “I just got this amazing new book from the library– you were right, love, I should’ve been using it the whole time! A ton of new books came in!” From your place on the bed, you listen as he starts up the washer and dryer, eyes following him as he makes his way to the kitchen. “But this one I’m really excited about is all about the Ennead– you know, the supergroup of Egyptian gods?” He pours what sounds like, tea, or coffee… “Nine gods, all of them kind of in charge all at once I suppose. Horus, Osiris, Tefnut– hey, I wonder if… Now Khonshu’s never mentioned him, but…” Finally, he starts to come around the corner and into the bedroom, holding the cups of tea. “I wonder if Apophis is causing any kind of trouble these days. Wouldn’t that be wick– bloody fucking hell–” At seeing you sitting on the bed desperately trying to stifle your laughter into your hand, he quite literally halts in his tracks and drops the tea to the floor, wide eyes focused on your all-but-naked body.

“Hi,” You giggled.

He shook his head, trying to hide his own smile. “You little minx, you. Lettin’ me go on like that, instead of telling me to come straight to bed…”

Poor baby. He still hasn’t noticed the strap-on sitting next to you. Steven comes to stand at the edge of the bed, and you come to meet him on your knees, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands find your waist as he kisses you passionately, licking as deep into your mouth as he can go–

–then he notices.

His brow furrows and he pulls back slightly. “I-Is that what I think it is?” He’s already breathless, and you haven’t done more than kiss.

Feigning innocence, you glance over your shoulder before smiling at him. “Why, yes. Yes it is.” He swallowed hard, his addam’s apple jerking in his throat. His eyes, lust-blown, flick from the strap-on to you with an almost feral want. You can feel his hardness pressing against your stomach, and you can’t stifle a giggle– Marc was right. Apparently Steven was needy today. You card your fingers through his curls, making him shudder. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”

Steven manages a stuttering gasp. “I-I need you. Please.”

“Aw,” You laugh, “Steven, you don’t need to beg. But I do wanna ask you something, first.”

“Of course,” He answered, like he wasn’t trying to keep from grinding his hips against you. “A-anything.”

“Can… Can I use your batons? On you?”

Steven’s never looked more shocked. His eyebrow lifts so that it almost disappears behind the curls dangling over his forehead, mouth hanging open a little. “M-my batons? Like how I used them on you last night?”

“Yeah,” You said, a little awkwardly. “I mean, you can totally say no if you don’t want to, I don’t want you to think you have to–”

He interrupted you by capturing your mouth with his in a desperate kiss that only lasted, really, long enough to shut you up. “I guess it’s only fair, right? I did use them on you, after all.”

“Steven,” You scold lightly, “I don’t want you to do this because you think it’s unfair if you don’t. You can say no.”

“Yeah, well–” He lifted you up and threw you onto the bed, making a slight yelp of surprise slip out of your throat, quickly followed by your laughter. “Maybe I don’t want to say no.” He flicked his arms and his batons shot out of his sleeves, into his hands. He paused in handing them to you, noticing how you were looking at him. “...What?”

“Steven?”

“Yes?”

“You whipping a couple of batons out of your pajamas should not be ridiculously sexy. Remind me to add that to the ever-growing list of kinks you boys have inspired in me.”

Steven burst into deep laughter, doubling over to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around your torso to hug you. You laughed even harder then, as he rolled over onto his back and pulled you with him. Eventually, your laughter slowed to a halt as you hovered over him, a hand on either side of his head. His eyes sparkled with adoration, a hand coming up to caress your cheek. “Look at that smile, dove. You’re so beautiful.”

You gently pulled on a couple of his damp curls. “You’re pretty too, Steven.”

He hummed, leaning up to kiss you in that filthy, dirty way that meant he was done with being all soft and cuddly for the moment. “Yeah, alright. You gonna fuck me now or what?” You giggled again, making him suppress a chuckle. “What?”

“Oh, nothing,” You managed, “Just remembering the first time you tried to say something like that. All stuttering and blushing. You said that just now without thinking twice.”

He nuzzled into the side of your face with a smile, hands running up and down your sides. “That’s ‘cause I’ve got you on top of me, darling.” He nipped at your ear, spurring you into action. You sat back, making him groan triumphantly as you purposefully set your weight onto his growing erection. “Finally–”

You pushed his hands over his head when he reached for you. “Uh-uh.”

“Wha– but, love–” He reached for you again with a whine, and you just repeated the gesture with an amused smile.

“No. Be a good boy and keep your hands up.” Steven growled and looked like he was meaning to try and grab you again. That’s the thing about domming Steven– he was always such a brat. Yes, he wanted nothing more than to please you, but when you were fucking him, he showed a bratty, whiny side that was rare for you to see. “You want me to tie you up?”

He narrowed his eyes. “...No.”

“Want me to fuck you?” You asked, as innocently as that sentence can possibly be uttered.

He fixed you with a hungry look that you could have mistaken for Marc, or even Jake, if you didn’t know how Steven reacted to this kind of thing. When he didn’t respond immediately, you bit your lip and shifted so that you were able to grind on his lap. He threw his head back into the pillows, fisting into the cases and ensuring there was no way in hell they’d ever return to their original shape. “Yes! Please, yes!”

“Good boy,” You chirped as you hopped off of him, pretending to ignore his whine at the loss of contact. You picked up one of his batons, mouth falling open at how heavy it was. “Oh, hell, Steven–” He immediately sat up, sensing your tone was serious. “These are… really heavy. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Steven smiled, reaching over to knead your hip– getting away with moving, in his own sneaky little way. “Aw, love, you won’t hurt me; I promise I’ll tell you if it gets to be too much, yeah? We’ll use the color system. I’ll say red if I need to.”

“You damn well better,” You snorted, testing the weight of the baton in your hand… and getting an idea for a little... practice. You lifted your head and shot him a grin. “Open your mouth.”

“Oh?” Steven chuckled, tickling your sides a little. “You’re a naughty little minx, aren’t you?”

“Learned from the best,” You quipped, and despite the flush dusting his tawny cheeks, he did open his mouth for you. You lifted the baton– careful of his teeth, however– and slowly slid it into his mouth, very carefully. When you hit his gag reflex by accident and he choked, you started to pull back, not liking the horrible sound he emitted as it hit the back of his throat, or the fact that his whole face screwed up from the impact even at such a slow pace. “Sorry–!” You jumped when his hand shot to your wrist, grabbing hold of it and stopping you. His eyes snapped open, fixing you with a stern, hungry glare that said don’t even think about it. “But, Steven–” He then, quite literally, growled. With his free hand, he lifted up three fingers– the signal, for when words couldn’t be used, for green. Keep going.

“You sure?” You ask, just to be certain. He nods as well as he can around the baton, bracing himself for you to move. A part of you wants to remove his hand from your wrist, tell him to be a good boy and not touch you, but this way, he can help control the pace, help you lift the heavy baton and keep from hurting him. You let him help you slide the baton back and forth as he bobs his head with a soft moan that goes straight to your core, his eyes shutting– your eyes flick down and you swat his hand away from his crotch with your free hand. “Easy, sweet boy. I’ll do that part.”

Steven gasped, moaning even louder when you started to palm him through his sweats. His hips rock into your touch, until his whole body is moving against your ministrations. His loud, obscene moans are at a point beyond pornographic, music to your ears as you bring him to the edge. As his hips pick up speed against you, he sucks in his cheeks and pulls on the baton, distracting you from his hands slipping into your underwear. By the time you realize it, you can’t deny him, hissing as his fingers slip through your slick folds. He groans deep in his chest, breathing becoming rapid as he tries to stave off his release until you reach yours. You accidentally choke him when he presses two fingers into you, pumping them in and out of your drenched heat and curling them against our G-spot with almost painful ferocity.

He cums first; gagging against the baton as he shoots ropes of his release into his pants, soaking them completely. His hips stutter as he grinds into your hand, riding out his high, before curling his fingers in such a way that you fly over that edge yourself with a wild cry. Once you’ve both calmed, the post-orgasm afterglow still clinging to your bodies, you slowly remove the baton from his mouth as he pulls his fingers out of you, resting his hands on your hips. His eyes are red, tears streaming down his face and lips wet and swollen. “You okay?” You ask softly, worried you’d hurt him.

“I’m–” He gags with a shudder, swallowing hard and blinking rapidly. “I’m aces. Just aces. Promise, love.” His voice is hoarse; you wouldn’t be surprised if he needs to have a couple of slushies later. They always help his throat if he’s been sucking the strap-on, so why not a baton? He nuzzled into your neck, huffing out soft breaths as he guides your hand back to his crotch, where he was already hardening again. “Love…” He whined against your skin, unclipping your bra.

You ran your fingers through his soaking hair. “Such a good boy,” you coo, “Ready for me to open you up with this? Get you ready for me?”

“Yeah,” He whispered, breath hitching as you tugged his shirt off. “Lemme just… Take my bottoms off, yeah?” As he stripped off his pants and boxers, you lubed up the baton, frowning as you tested the sharpness of the edges. You turned to see Steven standing there in all his golden naked glory, lit from the setting sun and looking for all the world like an Egyptian prince.

“Hey there, pharaoh,” You purred, and Steven flushed as he climbed onto the bed beside you. “Lay back, sweetheart. I’m gonna take care of you– promise you’ll tell me if it hurts.”

“Promise,” Steven panted, eagerly doing as you asked. You crawled on top of him, gasping when he took hold of your hips and situated you so that you were straddling his thigh, your folds meeting his bare skin. He shot you a bashful smile. “You need to get off too, love.” You leaned down and pecked his lips– Steven was always so sweet and considerate, even now.

You tapped his knees, urging him to spread his legs. Bracing yourself on his shoulder, you teased his entrance with the lubed end of the baton, making him gasp. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” He breathed, already rocking against you– it’s almost like he’s bouncing in excitement, and you can’t help but giggle as you start to slip the baton into him. He groans deep, throwing his head back. “O-oh– agh–”

“This okay?”

“So good,” Steven groaned, holding on tightly to your upper arms as he tried to rock on the baton. “So good, keep going, keep going– agh–” It wasn’t long before you’d “bottomed out” the baton so to speak. He cried out, shifting his whole body up and down on the sliver of metal with a silent scream, eyes rolling back. “Oh, love, it– agh, unh–” His head fell back as you pumped the baton in and out of him, jaw moving like a fish gasping for air as he grunted and groaned and urged you to go faster. With one hand, he stroked his throbbing red-purple length, and his other squeezed your breasts as you ground your heat against his thigh.

You were a little ashamed to say that the sight of him so pretty and needing and spread out before you turned you on to such a point that you were cumming hard, drenching his thigh in your juices– but as you descended from your high, you realized you’d all but stopped moving the baton. Steven bucked his hips into you desperately, letting out a whine. “P-please love, please don’t stop–”

“You want me to use the strap-on now, sweet thing?”

“Y-yeah, let’s do that,” He panted, letting out a cry when you slid the baton from him. Hurriedly, he helped you to strap the toy to your hips, letting you turn him around so that he’s on his hands and knees before you sink into him. The pressure in his stomach, the stretch he was unaccustomed to, the sensation of being so full– he yelped in a combination of surprise, pain, and pleasure, groaning when you gently started thrusting tentatively. “Oh, baby, faster, faster faster faster–”

His arms gave out, and he buried his face in the pillows as your hips snapped into his relentlessly. One hand was in your eyesight, fisting in the pillows beside where he bit down to try and stifle his groans, and the other was furiously pumping his length. He moaned your name repeatedly, voice catching and breaking in his sore throat. His groans grew louder, less coherent, until he suddenly, with a loud yell, came harder than he had in awhile, covering the sheets in his release. Slowly, he collapsed onto his stomach, all in his mess, gasping as you pulled out.

You tossed the strap-on to the side before guiding his boneless body to the bath, where you ran some warm water for the both of you. It was only after sitting there for several minutes that he noticed you staring at him with a knowing smile on your face. “...What?” He managed roughly.

“So how long were you there?” You challenged, raising an eyebrow. “Marc?”

“Huh?” His dark eyes widened. Within the headspace, Jake and Steven started miming paying up on bets. “I-I don’t–”

You crossed your arms haughtily, tilting your chin up. “First of all, Steven’s more of a brat.”

“Hey,” Steven protested weakly from within the headspace, knowing full well you couldn’t hear him. “...Actually, she’s right.”

“Second of all,” You continued, “Steven doesn’t call me baby. Never has. Jake hasn’t either. That’s a you thing.”

Marc sat there, for a second, stunned, and then blinked rapidly as if you’d splashed cold water on his face. “...Oh shit…”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, peppering kisses along his jaw and temple. “Aw, baby, if you wanted it like that, why didn’t you just ask?”

“Okay…” He sighed, resting his chin on top of your head so that you couldn’t see his blush. “So I’m not the type of guy who can just ask his girl to fuck him like that. So what?”

“Did Steven know you planned this?” You chuckled, realizing he must have heard details of last night’s events from Steven and used it to his advantage.

“No,” He answered honestly. “Jake did. I uh…”

“You should have seen the way he fucking begged to take the body, princesa,” Jake chuckled within the headspace. Joining him was Steven’s disgruntled, “You’re just lucky I’d already gotten off, mate.”

“I asked,” Marc specified, loudly enough so that he could hear himself over his inputting alters, “I asked if I could… have the body while you used the strap-on.” He mumbled the last bit of his sentence, hurrying it along, but you smirked, hearing it nonetheless. You sat back to look into his eyes, smiling at the flush adorning the apples of his cheeks when he couldn’t help but copy your little grin.

“You like it?” You knew the answer, of course, just from the way he’d acted. Marc Spector liked to be pegged, and you were just glad you were the one doing it.

Marc frowned at you. “...Do I really have to answer that?”

“No. The mess you made is proof enough.”

He frowned and blushed further, making you giggle and rub your nose against his. “Guess we’ll have to do that more often, huh?”

“Yeah,” He admitted softly, kissing your neck and rubbing your back. “I’ll repay the favor, babe. Just you wait.”

“Can’t wait, Spector,” you cooed, and although the rest of the evening was spent cuddling in the bathtub, cleaning up the sheets, and then cuddling in the bed, Marc was fully intending to make good on his promise to make it up to you.

The next day, following Jake’s advice, he went to the cabbie’s favorite sex store. “Trust me, hombré,” Jake said, almost menacingly, “She’ll be cumming so hard she’ll forget who she is.”

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