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wolveria · 4 years

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Into the Twilight

Pairing: Link x Reader

Summary: It was one of the last full days of summer when you discovered your wolf… was not a wolf

Prompt: For the @bannedtogetherbingo2020

Chapter Warnings: Explicit sexual content

Word Count: 2.8k

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It was one of the last full days of summer when you discovered your wolf… was not a wolf.

You were headed down to the springs; it was hot, muggy, and the insects hung about your head in clouds. Not expecting to find anyone at your secret bathing spot, you paused at the sight of large, familiar wolf tracks in the mud. Only one beast could make tracks that large so close to the edge of the village.

Sure enough, you peered through the trees to find a hunched figure at the water, but… it was too small to be your wolf. Too naked and too human, you realized, as he rose to his feet.

Mortified at stumbling across someone during their bath, you nearly gave in to flight, but you paused. He was a stranger, someone you didn’t recognize, and his ears were pointed instead of round. How odd to find a Hylian here, of all places.

And he was beautiful. Even from this distance where you hid in the shadows, his golden skin and lean muscles were glistening in the sunlight. It was like something out of one of those romance books at Sera’s Sundries—not that you’d ever read them—and it made you feel even more like a pervert to just sit there and stare.

You couldn’t bring yourself to leave, either. Who was this mysterious Hylian? Where had he come from? Where were his clothes? You tried to spot them, anything to take your eyes off the golden-haired man as he slipped into the water, but you couldn’t see any fabric along the shore.

Deciding to confront him when he emerged, you waited him out, wiping irritably at the sweat on your forehead. The whine of dragonflies zipping across the water filled your ears, and you were resentful to the stranger for stealing your moment for a bath, no matter how pretty he might be.

Finally, the Hylian swam back to the shore and emerged onto land. Your face heated again at the sight of all that skin, and you attempted to keep your eyes down as you watched what he would do next.

Never could you have predicted him dropping onto all fours, spine arching and his fingers splayed across the ground as dark grey fur rippled across his growing body. A bushy tail sprouted, his limbs contorted into animal legs, and his head formed into the large wolf features you’d come to know so well over the past several months.

Your wolf… was a man.

Bath forgotten, you ran from the stream as fast as you could, unable to quell your panic until you’d returned home.

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You had first met the wolf months earlier in the dead of winter. The woodland deer had been agitated, fleeing something in the forest, and it had been simple to follow the bright crimson trail of blood in the snow. Before long, you found a massive beast, one leg trapped in a cruel, metal vice meant to capture bears.

Trembling, eyes wide with fear, the wolf had allowed you to approach, and pull the pin on the hinge to release it. The wolf had taken off after that, only to return a few days later, weak and barely alive. It—he was starving, unable to hunt with a leg that was clearly broken.

You’d treated his wounds, fed him from your own meager food supply, and from that day forth he was more like a friend than a pet. You’d always suspected there was more going on behind those intelligent blue eyes—but you’d had no idea it was this.

Life went on as usual after your earth-shattering discovery at the spring. You talked to him like you always did, paying more attention now that you suspected he could understand. You didn’t know much about shapeshifters, just that they were the stuff of myth and legends, but here he was, real and true. You probably should have suspected something; what kind of wolf had such ornate fur with jewelry on his ears?

If the wolf understood you, he played ignorant and acted the part of a beast, albeit a clever one. He kept the brown bears from encroaching onto your small farm and never bothered your chickens or cats. But he kept his true nature to himself, and your curiosity grew with each day, stifled in frustration the longer he continued the charade.

One particularly hot, muggy day as you were toiling in the garden, dirty and knee-deep in rice paddy water, your patience snapped.

“I know you’re not just a wolf!”

His head perked up from where he was resting, ears forward as he looked at you.

“And I know you can understand me!” you fumed. “Why won’t you show me what you really are!”

Those blue eyes stared right through you, far away and haunted in the way only a person’s could be. Then he looked away, rose to his paws and took off, across the field and into the forest faster than you could follow.

Defeated and mournful with the certainty he wouldn’t come back, you cleaned up and went inside to get ready for an early bed. The sun was nearly set and you wouldn’t get anything else done the rest of the day.

But sleep wouldn’t come easy. As your old rickety barn house grew dark and the stars and moon climbed beyond the window, you tossed and turned, thin sheets tangled in sweaty limbs. Sighing irritably, you gave up the battle for sleep and stared blankly at the peaked roof over your head. It wasn’t long before your hand slipped beneath the waistband of your shorts, warmth blooming in anticipation.

Sometimes, on sleepless nights like these, it was the only way to find solace. You’d been alone for most of your life, and while there were a few attractive people in the village, no one drew your eye. No one, that is, until a few days earlier.

As you began to rub yourself, slowly at first, you pictured him perfectly in your mind. Shaggy dark blond hair, pale golden skin, and those eyes. Even in the distance you recognized the shade of blue, identical whether he was a man or a beast.

Was it wrong to have these thoughts? Did it truly matter? No one had to know. It was your secret to imagine those strong limbs wrapping around you, pulling you close as his hot mouth traced over your skin. What would that feel like? Warm and wet, with teeth a little too sharp—

You groaned as quietly as you could, spreading your knees and pressing your fingers deeper inside yourself, pretending it was him. The man whose name you didn’t know, wearing wolf’s clothing.

You didn’t know why you opened your eyes; a shift in the air, a creaking floorboard, or perhaps the quiet huff of a breath. But when you did open them, there were glittering eyes staring back at you from the foot of the bed.

You jerked your hand out of your shorts with a yelp and scrambled back on your elbows. The wolf continued to stare at you, dark and silent, and the hairs on your nape stood upright. Now you understood what it felt like to be a rabbit caught in a predator’s gaze, limbs frozen in terror.

With graceful silence, the wolf jumped onto your low-frame bed. He was so large you had to draw up your legs, and you moved as far away from him as you could, pressing your back to the stone wall.

Moonlight streamed in from the window above your bed, highlighting the white of his fur until it almost glowed. And then it did glow, shifting and shrinking until it was dark blond hair that was faintly illuminated by the light.

You couldn’t breathe or move. His expression was much more intense at such a close distance. His hair was unkempt, lips pulled thin as he watched you intently with blue eyes that hadn’t changed.

He crept toward you on all fours, movements cautious as he sniffed at your bent knee. You twitched when he licked your skin, the touch sending a ticklish jolt down your leg, leaving warmth in its wake. It wasn’t the only area that grew warmer.

His expression shifted into something darker as he leaned forward. He grabbed your hand, his movements clumsy as if from disuse, and he brought your fingers to his lips. It wasn’t until his tongue darted out and he licked the tips that you realized it was the same hand you’d used to touch yourself.

Face on fire, you tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding. His tongue was as warm and wet as you’d imagined, his pupils blown as he slipped one of your fingers into his mouth. He sat back on his haunches, a soft moan escaping his throat, and you were suddenly reminded of his lack of clothes. The moonlight illuminated the smooth muscles of his chest and abdomen, and the erect, flushed cock hanging heavy between his legs.

Simultaneously, you tried to pull back your hand and press your thighs together, a poor attempt to hide your uncomfortable arousal. His dazed expression was replaced by a sharp, hungry one. He released your hand, pushed open your legs, and lowered himself to nose at the seam of your crotch.

You let out a harsh noise and tried to back away again, but there was nowhere to retreat and his hands were iron on your hips. He nosed and licked through the threadbare fabric of your shorts, slow at first as if you were a meal he wanted to savor, then more desperate as if he were starved.

The overwhelming need to be touched made you helpless as you rolled your hips against his mouth, fisting the sheets as part of you wanted to pull away and the other part sought more friction. The fabric of your shorts and underwear were quickly soaked from both of your efforts, and when he growled and grabbed your waistband in his teeth, you didn’t stop him as he tore them off.

Burying his head back between your legs, he wasted no time in hungrily licking stripes along your sensitive skin, groaning deep in his throat as if you were the best thing he’d ever tasted. He took you into his mouth, sucking and licking with almost clumsy enthusiasm.

You arched your back and dug your fingers into his shaggy, soft hair, too overwhelmed to question the morality of it all. He felt so good, and you were so lonely. Judging by his desperation, he was the same.

The pleasure in your gut built unbelievably fast, and you didn’t have time to warn him as your muscles clenched and electrifying pleasure shot up your body. You cried out, gripping his hair tightly as you throbbed in waves, every inch of your skin tingling as he sucked and licked you through your orgasm.

You gasped, oversensitive, and gently pulled him off of you. He frowned and his brows creased in disappointment, but his expression quickly changed to surprise as you pulled him up, fully on top of you.

He inhaled sharply when you drew him forward, hand on either side of his face, and pressed your lips against his. Relaxing into your grip, he quickly got the idea, opening his mouth and returning the gesture hungrily. He didn’t seem to know how to kiss properly, licking into your mouth more than anything, but you weren’t about to complain.

You broke apart when you had to gasp for air, heart pounding as something hard and hot poked against your thigh. He buried his face in your neck as if suddenly shy, but that didn’t stop him from darting out his tongue and licking your neck.

The skin of his back was smooth under your hands, your need to feel every inch of him like a physical ache, and it wasn’t longer than half a minute before he was panting and shivering, a low whine in his throat.

Slipping down between your hips, you grasped him in hand, savoring the way he groaned and rolled his hips, frustrated and wet as copious amounts of pre-cum leaked from the head. You guided him down until he was rubbing his length against you, the strength of his muscles taut. He was holding back, but just barely.

“It’s okay,” you said softly, lips pressed against one pointed ear. “It’s okay.”

His grip was tight enough to bruise as he grabbed your hips and pulled you down the bed so you were flat against the thin mattress. The head of his cock prodded against your entrance as he lined himself up, and then he pushed in. You were already slick from his mouth against you earlier, but it was still more than you were prepared for. You threw your head back, mouth open as you choked for breath, and he took advantage to lay kisses and licks all along your throat.

He was halfway inside when he slowly pulled out, giving you a few seconds to breathe before he pushed back in, sheathing all the way inside until his hips struck yours.

Nails digging into his back, you tried, and failed, to not whimper at the sudden, overwhelming fullness. He distracted you with soft touches and warm licks, tender and affectionate in a way you’d never experienced from anyone. There was only you and him, and when he began to roll his hips in long, slow thrusts, the pleasure blotted everything else out until there was only him.

He gradually picked up his pace, his moans and whimpers beautiful, and you wrapped your thighs around his waist in an attempt to get closer. You drew his lips back to yours, kissing him sloppy and open-mouthed, and like day to night, the gentleness became hard and desperate. He gripped you tight, slamming against your hips as he sucked and nipped at your throat. The bed rattled and shook under you from the force of his thrusts, and some distant part of you wondered if the bed would break.

No longer able to remain quiet, you cried out sharply as he repeatedly hit the deep, sensitive place inside you could never reach, and with a hoarse yell you came without warning.

He growled, losing his rhythm, and he bit down into your shoulder hard enough to draw blood. The pleasure whited out most of your senses until you were nothing but a writhing, crying mess. With a choked cry of his own, he pushed in as far as he could go, a warm, throbbing pulse following as he spilled deep inside you. He lay limp for a moment, then made to get off of you, but you held him tightly.

He allowed you to pull him back down on you, and you ran your fingers through his surprisingly soft hair. His trembling eventually stopped. He relaxed, his uneven breaths finally slowing, and he tentatively licked at the bleeding mark on your shoulder.

You buried the side of your face in his hair and continued to pet him. He hummed deep in his chest. You both remained that way for a while, floating in contentment, though you couldn’t stay like that forever. His seed was leaking out of you, and that knowledge was far more appealing than was proper.

Perhaps this is the person you’d always been, and it had taken a romp with a shapeshifter for you to realize it.

Eventually, he pushed himself up; you reluctantly let him go, but he only rolled onto his side to face you. You felt empty without him, another thought that sent fire to your cheeks, but he didn’t seem to be planning on going far. His expression was gentle and warm as he watched you, and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out to pet his chest.

His eyelids shut halfway, a small smile on his lips as he moved a little closer, sharing your warmth. The night had turned colder, and you could smell the faint hint of autumn in the chilled air. Come winter, the forest would be coated with snow and it would be difficult to forage for food. You feared for him, out there alone, able to recall all too well when he’d been injured and starved.

“Stay.”

You reached up your hand and stroked his warm cheek. He leaned into it, closing his eyes, long dark lashes lying against his skin.

“Like this. With me.”

He opened his eyes and gave you a questioning look. Did he know what you were really asking? To stay for more than just one night?

“Can you… talk?”

He blinked, sharp brows furrowed.

“…Yes.”

His voice was barely above a broken rasp, but it was there. Your expression softened and you asked, “What’s your name?”

His lips parted, large eyes vulnerable and searching yours for something. An answer? Reassurance? What was it he feared?

He curled his hand around yours and pulled it down until it was over his heart.

“Link,” he said. “My name is Link.”

#legend of zelda #twilight princess #link #link x reader #wolf link #my writing #my fanfiction #bannedtogether2020 #spicy wolf boy

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lifblogs · 3 years

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Banned Together Bingo 2020 | Seduction

Title: Can’t Find It on Google Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Pairing: Destiel Word Count: 617 Summary: Cas wants to seduce Dean, but he doesn't know how. So, he decides to do some research. All is going well until Dean walks into the room and tries to find out what he's working on. WARNINGS: No Archive Warnings Apply

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Castiel wasn’t sure when he’d first gotten the idea—maybe it was during one of his movie marathons with Dean—but now it wouldn’t leave his head.

At all.

So, he supposed he had to act on it.

First, he had to do research though, because Cas didn’t know a single thing about human seduction. How was he supposed to? He was an angel. Sure, Dean seduced him, but according to Sam, Dean actually sucked at it and people only fell for it because he was hot stuff. Yes, he was that, and cute, and funny, and he had a dazzling smile, and—

Right. Focus.

Castiel was a half hour into his research, taking notes on a notebook he’d borrowed from Sam, when Dean walked into the library. Cas froze, eyes going wide.

“Whatcha workin’ on?” Dean asked, going over to caress an arm across his shoulders.

Castiel stuffed the notebook in the laptop, and then shut it on the lined pages. It didn’t close all the way, but most of his work was hidden.

“Nothing,” he quickly responded.

“I don’t know, sure seems like something.”

Dean tried reaching around him to grab the notebook, and Castiel took hold of his wrist.

“Don’t.”

Dean raised his eyebrows, and then smiled. His eyes were bright with amusement. “What? You figuring out what kinks you like or something? Come on, surprise me. I won’t blush.”

“You’re blushing now,” Castiel pointed out, telling the truth, but also using it as a way of deflecting. It was true, Dean’s cheeks were pink.

He leaned in and said to Cas, “Maybe I’m just excited. Now”—he grabbed for the laptop—”just let me see!” he finished in a whine.

Cas shoved the laptop and notebook to the far side of the table, and Dean rolled his eyes. He went to get it, and Cas stood up, placing himself right in front of him to block his route. He kept himself close so he could hold Dean should he try going around him.

Dean swallowed roughly, then frowned. “Uh… Cas…”

For some reason, Dean then tried going after the notebook again, which didn’t match his facial expression, or what he’d just said. Or perhaps Cas was reading him wrong.

Frustrated, Cas picked up Dean by the front of his shirt, and laid him out on the table in a way that was almost violent. He leaned over him, trying to keep him there. He had to. He couldn’t let Dean see what he was looking up. He couldn’t let Dean know he was completely clueless in this department.

Cas would never see the end of it if he knew!

Dean licked his lips, and Cas just tilted his head at him.

“I won’t let you look at the laptop.”

“Is it porn?” Dean asked.

“No.”

“Shopping for sex toys? And why do you need the notebook?”

Frustrated, Cas kicked a chair aside, and got in between Dean’s legs.

“Drop the subject, Dean Winchester,” he growled.

“But maybe if you—”

Annoyed, not wanting his boyfriend to know that he had no idea what he was doing when it came to dating and interacting with a human, he lightly grasped Dean’s neck, and brought his lips to his to keep him quiet.

Dean hummed in surprise, and then kissed back. Suddenly, Cas felt a growing hardness pressing against his pelvis. He stopped kissing Dean, and frowned, looking down between them.

“Hold on,” Cas asked, “did I just… seduce you?”

Dean grabbed the back of Cas’ head, and said breathlessly before drawing him into a kiss, “Oh hell yes.”

Even as they continued kissing, Cas still had no idea what he’d done to seduce his boyfriend.

#bannedtogether2020 #spn #destiel #fanfiction #destiel fanfiction #spn fanfiction #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #writing #my writing

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naivesilver · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Le avventure di Pinocchio | The Adventures of Pinocchio - Carlo Collodi Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Lampwick & Pinocchio, Pinocchio & Original Female Character(s), Blue Fairy & Pinocchio, Pinocchio & Geppetto Characters: Pinocchio, Geppetto (Pinocchio), Blue Fairy (Pinocchio), Lampwick (Pinocchio), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Coming of Age, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Misogyny, Internalized Misogyny, Aftermath of Violence, Mentions of Violence, immoral situations, Banned Together Bingo Series: Part 1 of Once upon a time there was (A king) - The Adventures of Pinocchio Remix Summary:

Geppetto would have rather had a son.

Pinocchio is born a girl, and sees the world in a different light.

(Or, my first work in what will probably be a long series of self indulgent Pinocchio fics, and my very first entry for Banned Together Bingo.)

#pinocchio #the adventures of pinocchio #bannedtogether2020 #fanfic #life is short guys write the weird shit you want to write is what I'm saying

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fangirlshrewt97 · 4 years

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DuckTales Fic - Hey Brother, I’m Back!

Author(s): Fangirlshrewt97

Fandom: DuckTales (2017)

Pairing: Della Duck & Donald Duck

Characters: Della Duck, Donald Duck, Scrooge McDuck, Mrs. Beakley, Others mentioned

Rating: Teen and Up (1 swear word)

Warnings: None

Additional Tags: Sibling bonding, Reunion, Late Night Conversations, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Banned Together Bingo 2020, Prompt: Talking Animals

Summary: My take on Della and Donald’s conversation post-reunion

“I thought you were dead.” His tone was flat, eyes hard, fists clenched.

That shut her up.

Link to A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24550339

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It was nearing midnight when the Duck Family finally retired for the day, each exhausted after a packed day of reunions, failed plans, and a Moon invasion. Those didn’t happen every day after all. Launchpad had offered to take the moon people to one of Scrooge’s safe houses until they were able to integrate into Earth’s society or decided to return to the moon.

Or rather, most members of the Duck family went to sleep. Della tucked her children into bed as had become the routine ever since her return from the Moon. It was a long process that involved them clinging to her and her clinging back. These were her babies, the ones she had missed, yearned to hold, fought so fiercely to come back to. It didn’t matter what had happened that day, what fight or adventure, or mundane squabble they might have had. Bedtime was sacred. She tasted the regret of every second she had missed of their lives bitterly on her tongue. She never hurried bedtime, stretching it to the last possible second, and staying until all three were asleep, just watching over them.

But tonight, Della left as soon as her sons were tuckered out, which was pretty quick, considering they were asleep the second their heads hit the pillow. She quietly closed the door to their room, gently leaning her head against the wood, breathing in the reality. Assuring herself that the ground beneath her foot was real, the smooth wood under fingertips too.

She stepped away and turned to look out the corridor, walking towards a destination without ever realizing it.

As she reached the attic, a chill breeze blew past her, and a smile started to form on her face. Making her way through the familiar hoard of treasure and trash Uncle Scrooge kept up here, Della made her way up the hidden stairs at the end of the room. The steps up the roof were slightly dusty out of disuse, and she briefly wondered if the boys realized there were stairs beyond the attic.The air was even cooler once she got to the roof. Muscle memory guided her feet as she reached the little alcove above the attic window that gave them a safe perch to sit on.

“I had a feeling you’d be up here.”

Donald’s nod was barely perceptible. He stayed quiet until she settled down comfortably, and shared a minute of silence.

Then “I stopped talking to Uncle Scrooge after you disappeared. Stopped coming to see him. Stopped visiting this house. I didn’t regret that, I was mad at him. What I did miss was this spot.” Donald’s voice was clear, but the pain was even clearer to Della.

Della felt a weight on her chest. “Don-”

“I thought you were dead.” His tone was flat, eyes hard, fists clenched.

That shut her up.

“I hoped and waited for so long, Della will come back, Della always comes back, she is the best of us.” Tears gathered at Donald’s eyes, slowly started to pour down his cheeks. “But you didn’t. And I wanted- I wanted to drown my sorrows, I wanted to build a rocket and bury myself among the stars with you, I wanted-” Donald hiccuped as he curled his fingers into a tight fist. His voice was shaking with anger.

Della felt her own tears racing down her cheek.

“I wanted to find you Della. Or I wanted to die trying. All I knew was that I couldn’t live in a world without you in it.” Donald hiccuped again as he rubbed at his eyes. “The only thing that kept me here, kept me sane, were your hatchlings.”

“I spent every second I wasn’t with you trying to get back to all of you.” Della whispered.

Donald turned to finally face his sister, looking her in the eye. “I know you did. I know it in my bones. But that still doesn’t erase the fact that you left Della. I know you didn’t mean to get stranded. Or to take so long to get back. But for so long.” Donald cleared his throat, rubbing at his eyes with his sleeve before taking Della’s hand in his.

“So long I was angry. I was sad. But mostly I was lonely. I was raising my nephews and it was so unfair. They should have had you. The first face they saw when they hatched was you. When Dewey said his first word, it should have been ‘Mom’. When I finally managed to coax Louie to eat that damn banana, you should have been with me to cheer. When Huey took his first steps, you should have been the first to catch him. And it.” Donald choked. “It is all so, so, so fucking unfair Della.”

Della bit her lip, closing her eyes and letting the pain she had been pushing away all these years to finally break, and soon she was heaving sobs. She felt her brother envelop her in a hug so tight it must have been hurting him too, but the twins clutched each other tight, letting go of over a decade’s worth of pain together. “When I saw the Spear crash site, I thought I was dreaming. I called out for you, so happy you had made it home, relieved, I had been right. My sister had found her way back home even from the stars.” Della sobbed harder, and Donald rubbed her back comfortingly.

“Of course then I accidentally wound up on the moon, but that’s a story for another day.” He joked. Della just sniffled.

Donald held her until Della’s cries petered out, replaced with small hiccups. Donald started to move away only to be pulled closer to Della as she grabbed his arm and held it in place around her. When he settled behind her, she leaned on his shoulder.

“When I was up there, everyday, every single day, I was trying to get home Donald. To them. And to you. I wanted to see all those things, and I could picture it all so clearly in my head. But you know what I never had to worry about?”

When Donald stayed silent, Della turned her head to look him in the eyes.

“I knew that no matter how long it took me to get home, you would be with the boys. I am so sorry I put you through all this, for thinking I was dead.” Della felt her voice crack at the next part. “But thank you. Donald, thank you so much for raising them. You have done such a good job. Probably better-”

“Shut up Della.” Donald interrupted, voice equally annoyed and fond. “Just. What did you think I was going to do with them? Abandon them? They are my kids too Della. I consider them my kids, not my nephews. Every day, I was so scared I was not doing right by you, that I was messing things up, and it would have been better if you had been here.”

“You would never abandon them Donald. But you did not have to make them your responsibility either. And that is something I am never going to be able to repay you for. You are a wonderful dad to them Donald, and I am so proud of them all. I can see so much of myself in them, and I know that is because of you.”

“I would never have let them forget you.” Donald said sincerely.

Della gulped again, rubbing her eyes hard to stop herself from crying again.

“I missed you so much.”

“Me too Dell, me too.”

Della laughed a wet laugh.

“You’re the only one who calls me that.”

“I’m the only one allowed to call you that!” Donald replied, faux indignation flooding his voice.

Della laughed again, hard enough to make her belly hurt. By the time she quietened, Donald was looking at her fondly.

“Yeah you are Donny.”

Donald started to quack in real indignation this time, setting Della off again.

The two stayed up for a little longer, long enough to see colour start to flood the horizon again before they got up and made their way to Della’s bedroom.

She was not ready to part with her brother just yet.

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Come morning, Scrooge was making his daily round through the mansion, enjoying the short while the place was still asleep. As he walked past Della’s room, he saw the door was slightly ajar, so went to close it, only to pause when he caught a glance at the scene.

There, in Della’s queen size bed, the twins were curled up close together, in the same position Scrooge remembered seeing so very often when they were wee kids, running around and causing havoc in his house. He’d even bet a dollar that they were holding hands in between them.

Feeling a newly-becoming-familiar warmth flood his heart, Scrooge stood for a few minutes just watching them, a fond smile over his face. A cough from the end of the hallway had Scrooge closing the door loudly in surprise, only to find Beakley at the end of the hallway with a knowing look in her eyes.

“Your whole family is back under one roof Sir.”

Scrooge cleared his throat, straightening his back even as he felt the strangest urge to sink to his knees in relief and happiness. “So they are. I think it deserves a celebratory breakfast doesn’t?”

Beakley bowed her head slightly. “I’ll get started on it right away.”

Saying so, she moved away, heading towards the kitchen.

Scrooge cracked the door open just the tiniest gap to see both Donald and Della were still fast asleep, and then walked back to his room to start his day, a feeling of complete contentment making him feel like he was floating.

#my fic #ducktales fic #bannedtogetherbingo2020 #bannedtogether2020 #della duck #donald duck #scrooge mcduck #let me know what you think!

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daughterofdungeonbat · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Adi Gallia, Satine Kryze, Korkie Kryze Additional Tags: codywan - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Infidelity, Duke of Mandalore Obi-Wan, Sad Ending, not Satine friendly, Unhappy marriage, Banned Together Bingo, BannedTogether2020, Happy Infidelity, Adultery, Fade to Black, One Shot, not tagging as obitine because this is NOT obitine, but Obi-Wan and Satine are married, I got to exactly quote ROTS in this I loved it, this one really got away from me, Canon is a Sandbox and I'm Anakin Skywalker, formatting this almost killed me Summary:

Obi-Wan Kenobi has a wife, and a child, and a neutral planetary system to rule.

Cody is a Marshal Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic, created to fight Separatists and serve the Jedi.

They both should know better than to play the game they find themselves caught in.

....well folks, here it is!! The Monstrosity!

#bannedtogether2020 #codywan #commander cody #obi-wan kenobi #star wars #star wars fanfiction #my fanfiction

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miazeklos · 3 years

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get your loving on the low

Rating: E

Pairing: Cara/Koska

Summary: During the long, tense hours between leaving Moff Gideon's cruiser and arriving on Mandalore, unexpected temporary alliances form.

Notes: Being bisехual is my passion.

Written for yet another square of my Banned Together Bingo card, more specifically ‘God Damn’.

#Cara Dune #Koska Reeves #bannedtogether2020 #banned together bingo 2020 #fanfic #I refuse to think of a ship name #I do everything around this house anyway

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moonythejedi394 · 4 years

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tldr banned together bingo mods need to stop and apologize

in case you haven’t heard, the mods of the “banned together bingo” have re-opened their event. i can’t reblog the post detailing their “updates” so:

let’s talk about it. what changes did they make?

they released a new version of the prompts. here’s the link. do you want to read 307 prompts? i doubt it, so i did it for you. i also compared them to a list of their prompts last updated 04/24/2020 to see what changed. here’s the list from april.

i compiled the updated or deleted prompts here. from my tired eyes, 51 prompts changed. 6 were deleted.

six.

what were those six?

now, i’ll admit i might have missed some. sure. let’s talk about the “updated” ones. 45 prompts were updated. you’d think this was good. 45 prompt titles were updated, and one of those (1) had the description updated.

it’s this one:

in case you can’t read that, here’s the lowdown: the first box is the updated title, the second is the original title from April, the third is the updated description, and the fourth is the original description. i’m not saying the original fucking title bc we’ve been told time and time again it’s offensive for a good goddamn reason. this would have been an opportune place for the mods to say a quick “we were wrong to use this word and we apologize.” the updated description says “[offensive word] (a racist term, "interracial relationships" is the preferred phrase and should be used instead).”

here’s how easy it would’ve been to fit an apology in that box:

“the original prompt was a racist term; the correct term is “interracial” and should be used. we are sorry for including the original term.”

they can’t say that’s too long of a description, here’s another description from the updated list that’s longer:

“Scenes depicting Egyptian worship rituals because "I don't believe any student should be subjected to anything that has to do with evil gods or black magic." “

let me be perfectly clear. this is one example of the mods of this event being racist apologists. let me remind you, before announcing that the event would be going on hiatus, the mods posted a statement about Black Lives Matter; oh wait, no, they posted a statement saying that they needed to be at a consensus before acknowledging current events.

and then didn’t acknowledge current events.

that post, and every post before their hiatus post, has been deleted, so it’s fully possible for people to reply to me calling me a liar bc i don’t have screenshots. go a-fucking-head, babes. too many people saw it.

events like these make fandom dangerous for POC creators. fuck, this event is dangerous for creators who aren't christian. the prompts included are almost entirely examples of works that challenged the white, christian, heteronormative, cisgender status quo. and given the way the mods describe them, the prompts aren’t promoting challenging the status quo, they promote the status quo. they support the status quo.

i want to see an apology for every inflammatory prompt included in this bingo. this isn’t a celebration of “anti-censorship,” the prompts are racist, many are heavily pro-christian dominance, and there’s some ableism and homophobia in there, too. i want the mods to apologize for including prompts like “pro-n/zi,” “good j/ws,” “good arm/nians.” GOOD ARM/NIANS??? Y’ALL PULLED MY RARELY DISCUSSED PEOPLE OUT HERE TO PROMPT FICS ABOUT “Present[ing] Armenians in a positive light.” Y’ALL SERIOUS? TURKEY FUCKING DENIES THEY SLAUGHTERED MY PEOPLE AND YOU WANNA WRITE FICS THAT “Present[] Armenians in a positive light” LIKE WE’RE NOT POSITIVE?

i’ve said it before, i’ve said it again. this event is racist. THIS EVENT IS RACIST. THE MODS ARE BEING RACIST. DEFENDING THESE MODS MAKES YOU COMPLICIT.

hate speech is not free speech. being anti-censorship does not mean being pro-hate speech.

#bannedtogetherbingo2020 #bannedtogetherbingo #bannedtogether2020 #btb2020 #bannedtogether2020info #banned bingo #banned together bingo #banned together bingo 2020

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dysphorie · 4 years

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/26135203

"westeriawolf: omg tim this guy omg. He's freaking huge. He looks like he could hammer me into the ground like a tent peg with one hand

skolds-bridle: ??? What does he look like? John where are you? You didn’t say you were going out tonight.

skolds-bridle: you know you’re supposed to let someone know when you’re going out"...

or, be careful what you wish for...

Our first entry in the @bannedtogetherbingo2020 is finally up!!

#read the tags #FOR THE LOVE OF GOD READ THE TAGS #dead dove do not eat #dead dove #bannedtogether2020 #bannedtogetherbingo #banned together bingo #slipknot fanfic #4/5

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janiedean · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski, Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Essi Daven/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier | Dandelion, Essi Daven & Jaskier | Dandelion Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Essi Daven, Jaskier | Dandelion, Vesemir (The Witcher), Eskel (The Witcher), Roach (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Regency, Non-Linear Narrative, Explicit Sexual Content, regency femdom event 2020, Political Campaigns, I Don't Even Know, The Author Regrets Nothing, Porn with Feelings, Oral Sex, Femdom, Woman on Top, Pegging, Bondage, Dom/sub Undertones, Anal Fingering, Praise Kink, Bottom Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Musicians, Canon-Typical Violence, (I mean geralt goes to the peterloo march SO), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Has Abandonment Issues, Emotionally Constipated Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Poverty, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:

“For that matter,” she says, “I think your eyes are quite fetching, if I may say so.”

“... Excuse me?”

“They’re… unique, really. I never saw such a shade, and they look golden half of the time. I don’t see why anyone would ever find them a reason to shun you.”

“... Thank you,” he stammers after, not knowing what else he could tell her, not when his stomach is turning upside down because no one ever told him they were a nice color, Yen didn’t mind them and never said she didn’t like them but she also never said she did -

“I was just telling the truth,” she winks, and then she stands and heads for the counter.

Geralt drinks the rest of his beer at once.

His fingers are shaking when he places the pint back on the table.

or: hello have finally those 25k I posted a preview of last week - written for @regencyfemdom2020‘s event and using it for my @bannedtogetherbingo2020 kinky sex square ;) *drops and runs*

#geralt of rivia #essi daven #geralt x essi #bannedtogether2020 #RegencyFdWeek #my fic #the witcher #god i can't believe i finished this #I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S DONEEEE #on to the last late one but #kljgjlkdsljk

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wolveria · 4 years

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All That’s Due

Pairing: Nines x f!Reader x Connor

Summary: Trapped between a doe-eyed detective and a steely-gazed android, you wondered what you did to deserve this.

Prompt: For the @bannedtogetherbingo2020 Challenge

Chapter Warnings: Explicit sex, F/M/M threesome, enthusiastic consent

Word Count: 2.7k

AO3

In, out.

It was your entire focus, concentrating on each slow breath as you attempted not to lose your mind. You were sitting between Nines’ spread legs on the edge of the bed, back pressed against his sturdy chest. Connor knelt between your knees, hand resting lightly on your thighs as he gave you a wide-eyed look that did nothing to steady your breathing.

You weren’t sure how you’d ended up here, to be honest.

In, out.

“You’re going to be good for Connor, aren’t you?” Nines’ voice was low. Flat, to an outsider, but there was a commanding undertone that required obedience.

You nodded and swallowed thickly.

“Yes, sir.”

Nines gave a satisfied hum and Connor moved closer, laying his tongue against your inner thigh and licking up a stripe. You shuddered, the movement contained by Nines’ arm holding you in place.

Connor continued to lick his way up while you struggled to maintain the steady tempo of your breathing. By the time he reached your soaked underwear, he’d left a trail of glistening, synthetic saliva.

Nines did nothing but watch, or not quite nothing; the rapid flicker of Connor’s LED from blue to yellow gave away the fact he was communicating with his fellow RK unit, no doubt planning their next nefarious move.

The evidence was provided when Connor grasped the waistband of your underwear in his teeth and yanked downward, eyes alight with mischief as he pulled them entirely off. Nines slipped a hand under your shirt and idly thumbed over a hardened nipple. Clinically, as if he were bored.

You squirmed and let out a small whimper. Nines leaned down and growled:

“Be. Good.”

You dug your fingers against his thighs, bunching the fabric against your palm, grounding you enough for you to respond with a “yes, sir.” Nines was still fully clothed, as was Connor, the cruel bastards.

Connor returned to his kneeling position between your legs and leaned forward, tongue poking out before he lapped an experimental stripe against your folds.

You were pretty sure you were going to die, but what an amazing way to go.

His LED flashed yellow and he did it again, growing bolder as he dipped between your folds and licked your clit. It was such a light tough with barely any pressure, but you were already soaked and the warmth in your gut was building rapidly.

“I enjoy her taste,” Connor said, licking again, small and precise, before he took your clit into his mouth and sucked on it.

You threw your head back against Nines’ shoulder, thighs trembling as you tried to close them around Connor’s head, but Nines wouldn’t let you. Arms no longer around your torso, his large hands gripped your knees and held you open for the other android.

You wanted to grab Connor’s hair, touch him some way, but that wasn’t allowed so you stayed put. Connor’s sucking still wasn’t enough pressure, too light and gentle, but the tightness was still growing between your legs and—

“Mmph!”

You arched your back and released a harsh cry, the orgasm catching you by surprise. But Nines was there to hold you steady, allowing you to catch your breath and slow your racing heart.

Disappointed when Connor moved his mouth away, you looked down to find he was staring up at you with lifted brows and a calculating expression.

“Hmm,” Nines hummed. “That was a little too fast.”

You swallowed in lieu of an answer, too blissed out to really care. Your slick was dripping out of you, probably messing up the bedspread, but you couldn’t care about that either.

“I agree.” Connor rubbed his hands gently along the inside of your legs. “How… interesting.”

“Isn’t it?”

Nines’ voice finally snapped you out of your post-orgasm bliss.

“W-what?”

Connor’s LED flashed yellow again and he rose to his feet. Standing next to Nines, you often forgot that Connor also towered over you, and in this context it was even worse with the eye-level view of the large bulge in his pants.

You groaned but were helpless to do anything about it; Nines’ hands were gliding along your inner thighs, silkily trailing his fingers along your sensitive skin.

“Have you been entertaining fantasies about my predecessor?” he purred.

You choked on your spit. Oh, no.

“Uh…”

Trapped between two detective androids, lying wasn’t an option. But maybe you could get away with a teensy white lie.

“I… might have been a little curious. That’s all.”

Nines wrapped a large hand around your throat. He didn’t squeeze but he did pin you against his chest like a small, helpless bird.

“I see. In that case, why don’t you give the detective a show? He’s been curious about you, too.”

That was all the warning you got before Nines delved between your legs, long fingers slipping between your folds and pressing against your clit. As if it were an on-switch, you were immediately gasping and squirming, whining as Nines gave you a warning squeeze around your throat.

You should’ve known Nines wasn’t going to ignore the fact you’d never come that fast before, and this was your punishment: spread open for Connor to watch as Nines fingered you, moving from your clit to your entrance and back again, your wetness and aching heat out on full display.

Connor watched like he was starving, LED spinning yellow as he unbuckled and unzipped his pants. Pulling out his cock, he languidly stroked it, precum already glistening on the head. He spread it along his erect shaft, the lewd motion in stark contrast to his clean, composed appearance. His tie wasn’t even crooked, his suit and hair immaculate, and he jerked himself off while meeting your eye, unblinking.

You might have been on display for Connor’s amusement, but Nines had you right where he wanted you: helpless and under his complete control.

But he wasn’t unaffected, either. The sizable hardness pressed against your lower back made you both smug and desperately needy. You had no idea if Nines would even let you touch him this time. While efficient and fairly obedient in his job, he was often unpredictable in your private moments.

“Couldn’t help yourself from coming all over his face, could you?” Nines asked lightly, as if reading the fact off a report. “Barely touched you and you were already crying for it.”

“Nnnphh.”

You shook your head, eyes watering as you squirmed, forced to keep your head up to watch Connor stroke his length. Nines’ fingers kept you on the edge, just shy of orgasming, and it was purposeful, cruel torture.

“It appears she’s going to come again,” Connor said, head tilted in mild interest. “I admit, I didn’t anticipate she would be so receptive.”

They talked as if you weren’t even there. You groaned and tried to move, but Nines was an immovable mountain.

“She hides it well. But you’re a slut for it, aren’t you?” Nines loosened his hold on your neck, allowing you to look down. You wished you hadn’t.

“Or would you present yourself for any android that came along? A needy, wet, insatiable slut for plastic.”

Nines had pulled back his synthetic skin, the stark white of his fingers moving in and out of you. You throbbed painfully at the sight, desperate, whimpering as you attempted to roll your hips against his hand. You’d only seen his plastic chassis when he had to interface with objects; where had he gotten this idea?

From the twitch of Connor’s lips, you had your answer. Bastards, the both of them.

Fingers rubbed harder against your clit, picking up speed. Nines was done teasing you. Connor likewise picked up his pace, groaning between his teeth as he squeezed and tugged at his cock.

The maddening scene before you, coupled with the dexterous, smooth plastic of Nines’ fingers, sent you careening over the edge. Your vision whited out as the pressure snapped in your gut, releasing euphoric waves over every inch of your body for the second time.

Nines was still holding you securely when you returned to your senses, though he’d taken his hand away, and Connor had slowed in his stroking, eyes laser focused on the glistening mess between your legs.

Boneless and pliant, you leaned back against your android, rubbing against him like you’d never been touched before.

“Please,” you whined breathlessly, turning your head to nose against Nines’ cheek. “Please, Nines.”

“Please, what?” he asked, droll and ambivalent.

You shuddered. Goddamn android was going to be the death of you.

“Please, fuck me.”

He paused in his movements. Connor glanced over your shoulder, meeting Nines’ gaze as his LED flickered.

“Perhaps next time when you’ve earned that privilege,” Nines said.

You opened your mouth to tell him what an absolute fucker he was, and immediately shut it as he looped his arms under your knees and hitched them up, putting you fully on display.

“I’m going to let my predecessor use you to pleasure himself instead.”

Connor eyed you with a predatory focus he only had while chasing down dangerous suspects. You swallowed, unable to respond as the RK800 eyed you like a delicious meal.

Nines spoke, tone shifted to something completely different. Soft and quiet.

“Or should we stop?”

He didn’t proceed any further, and wouldn’t until he was sure this was what you wanted. You turned your head to the side and pressed your lips against his cheek.

“I’m good, babe. Promise. Keep going.”

He paused, probably running calculations of the pros/cons of going any further. Sometimes, he got stuck in his own brilliant head. The downside of being a walking, analytical supercomputer.

You kissed him again, this time dangerously near his mouth, and he snapped out of it, blinking once as he looked you over in your completely debauched state.

“As you wish, darling.”

And then he was back to steely-eyed, scowling, walking wet dream. Whoever’d designed Nines must have had a direct line to your deepest, darkest thoughts, and you were thankful for the thirsty fucker, whoever they were.

Connor moved forward from some unspoken signal from Nines, and without a word they worked together, situating you fully in Nines’ lap while Connor kneeled on the bed between both of your legs.

You frowned at the fact his pants hadn’t been removed, but your complaints were retracted as he reached between your legs and softly petted you. His brows rose as you rolled your hips against his hand, as if he’d never seen a desperate, horny human before. Oh, God, maybe he hadn’t.

“She’s very receptive, even after multiple orgasms,” he commented with a tilt of his head.

“You doubted me?”

“Mmm. I thought you had, perhaps, exaggerated.”

Connor grabbed the base of his cock and leaned forward, his breath hitching when he rubbed the length against your folds.

“Oh… She’s very warm and soft too.”

Yep, you were definitely going to die. Death by android sex. Unexpected but probably deserved.

“Isn’t she?” Nines murmured into your hair, losing his disinterest as he ran his hands along the outside of your thighs. He no longer held you open for Connor. You were doing that yourself, wordlessly begging them to get on with it and fuck you, but you were at their complete mercy and that was where you were going to stay until they decided differently.

“You’re a very lucky man, Nines.”

Connor leaned forward further, bracing a hand against the bed near Nines’ hip as he continued to stroke his length against you. Whining quietly, gripping Nines’ thighs for balance and support, you tried to rut against Connor to make him go faster.

All he did was give a small, close-lipped smirk. There was no sign of the innocent, doe-eyed android now. This was the deviant hunter who took pleasure in taking down his target. Nines got that same harsh gleam in his eye whenever he fucked you into the mattress.

Connor lowered his face and pressed his mouth against the side of your neck, licking and nipping at the exposed skin. You jerked your hips upward, nearly escaping Nines’ grasp, but he shoved you back down in his lap.

“You want him to fuck you?” Nines growled.

You nodded, shaking, unable to lie even if you’d wanted to.

“Y-yes, please, Connor, I want—“

“This isn’t about what you want.” Nines wrapped his fingers in your hair and pulled, exposing your throat to Connor as he continued to rub the length of his cock against your clit. “You’re here to be used. A plaything for androids. Our little human pet.”

It could have been the low disdain in his voice, or the promise of you being treated like an object, but it nearly tipped you over the edge. Connor slowed his movements, and you half-sobbed in frustration.

“Please, please, please—“

You weren’t the type to beg. Proud, stubborn, and often defiant, Nines had never been able to reduce you to this state before. Perhaps that’s why he broke character and groaned, half-lifting you off his lap so he could unbuckle his belt and tug down the zipper.

Expecting the relief of being stretched around his cock, you gave another tortured noise when Nines rubbed his length against your ass in time with Connor’s shallow thrusts. They were fucking themselves on you, making you throb and cry and clench around nothing.

It was too much, too much and cruelly nowhere enough, and tears leaked down your face as the pressure finally snapped and you came crying.

Faintly, Connor gasped your name, and warm liquid spilled over your stomach. Nines buried his face in your hair as his hips stuttered, a growl in his chest as he thrust one last time and came on your back.

Panting, shivering, dripping with cum and pretty much useless, you didn’t move as you were laid back on the bed. Gentle, careful hands removed your shirt and cleaned you up with a warm, wet towel, but you couldn’t tell who they belonged to. Normally you weren’t this helpless afterwards, but you’d never been fucked by two androids, either.

You did open your eyes when two bodies crawled into bed next to you, Nines pulling you in gently against his chest as Connor crowded against your back.

“Are you all right?” Nines asked, stroking your cheek with his thumb as he looked over your face. Probably scanning your heart rate, oxygen levels, fertility, genetic sequence, and SAT scores.

“Mmmhmm.” You smiled dopily. “Good. I feel good.”

Eyes narrowed, Nines didn’t seem to believe you, but the android at your back who nuzzled into your neck seemed perfectly happy.

“That was enjoyable. Perhaps we can do it again?”

“She needs rest.”

Connor huffed at Nines’ sharp words.

“Not now. How about when you wake up?” Connor punctuated the question with a lick to the side of your neck. You shivered, body very much interested at the sudden attention.

Nines glared over your shoulder and Connor huffed.

“All right, brother. No need to get so protective.”

You groaned and hid your face against Nines’ chest. They weren’t technically brothers, you knew that, but the context of the situation coupled with that word should have been shameful. Instead, you rubbed your thighs together and cursed Nines for coming up with this idea in the first place.

You blinked, did a double take of the fact that yes, your nose was pressed against the black satin material of Nines’ dress shirt. A peek over your shoulder confirmed Connor was only wearing his white dress shirt and pants.

“Did… did you both come on your jackets?”

Connor’s cheeks went pink as he winced, lips spreading into a sheepish smile. Nines was expressionless but his limbs locked up and he stopped running his breathing subroutine.

You turned back around, buried your face in Nines’ shirt, and laughed.

#bannedtogether2020 #detroit become human #connor x reader #nines x reader #rk900 x reader #rk800 x reader #connor x reader x nines #my writing #my fanfiction #*sweats nervously* oh boy

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lifblogs · 3 years

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Banned Together Bingo 2020 | Almost Porny, But Not

Title: Begone, Shadows of the Heart Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Pairing: Destiel Word Count: 1339 Summary: It has been many a month since Dean last laid eyes upon his angel love, Castiel. They find themselves together in a dream, and the strength of comfort of their touches drives away the shadows.

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The depths of sleep had dragged Dean into a dream. Castiel, the angel he loved so dearly was leagues away, yet his lips were pressed against Dean’s when he came to.

Smiling, Dean reached up and caressed his face, fingers traveling over his lips with a gentle touch. The effervescent blue of Castiel’s eyes shone like stars, the ages and wisdom of his being held within them. Yet on the surface itself was love, yearning, and Dean knew the same emotion would be reflected upon his own face; green eyes meeting blue.

“This is a dream,” Dean murmured softly, all the while letting Castiel lead him to a bed as red as the first fingers of dawn, or a fallen rose petal.

“It is,” Castiel confirmed. He lowered Dean upon the mattress, Dean aiding him in his endeavor. As Castiel joined him on the bed, holding himself over him, he carried on, “Yet it is real. I am here with you.”

“And I with you.”

Dean took hold of Castiel, plunging his hands into his dark hair. The angel straddled him, leaving him filled with lust. Their lips met, yet it was not the gentle caress of before. This was a wild thing of teeth and tongues. Their touches bespoke of their desire for connection, and for the comfort they found in it, the cost of their love paling beneath that saturating comfort.

They kissed in earnest, a moan leaving Castiel’s mouth that would end up in Dean’s. Dean pulled back, Castiel deciding to keep ahold of his lower lip, worrying it between his teeth. A groan of need left Dean, and his hips reached up for Castiel’s.

Castiel moved against him, the both of them alight with want and need. There was not a thing that could still that most beautiful of flames. The fire flickered within them both, making soul and Grace glow.

“I want you,” Dean admitted in a voice as quiet as the waters of a small stream whispering over rocks.

Castiel did not seek to answer, only to beget what he held in Dean so dearly. His soft lips sought Dean’s neck, lavishing him with fervent attention. A growl left Dean, and a groan soon followed, falling from lips swollen from their passions. Pleasure alit in Dean at the touch of Castiel’s warm mouth against his neck. All the while, his love was undoing the fine silver ties at the front of his tunic, baring skin that had not been touched for some time. Skin that awoke and came to life under the large, strong hands of the angel.

Castiel had wielded swords, blades, and now he did so with the need within Dean that had sparked to the surface. Light burst through the whole of their bodies.

Tunic lying open, Castiel lay kisses upon the planes of his chest. When he sucked on a nipple, Dean took ahold of his silk tunic, and attempted to make away with the pesky thing. His own calloused hands traveled beneath the wake of Castiel’s clothes, touching bare flesh that was warm with life.

Dean dug his fingers in, hard enough to bruise the skin of a man, as Castiel gave attentions to his nipple with his tongue. He describe a circle about his hardened, rosy skin. Dean’s breath hitched in his throat, and his head tilted back of its own accord, his body making a bow and giving itself to Castiel.

His other nipple was shown the same care before Dean was aware of him kissing his way down his torso. He took care to suck and lick, to enliven his excitements. Yearning in his very blood, Dean wrestled with him and wrapped his legs about his thick body, hands admiring the lines of his face now.

“Is this what you wish?” Castiel asked, pausing in his ministrations and gazing upon Dean.

“I have wished for this every night since our parting.”

“Then we shall fulfill that wish.”

Castiel palmed at Dean’s thighs, dangerously close to his aching and lively yearning.

“Please,” Dean pleaded.

A wicked grin was set upon Castiel’s face, and he climbed up his body. After a playful bite to his nose that sparked a grin upon Dean’s face, he said, “Not just yet.”

Dean growled, and he set upon Castiel. His body moved in strong undulations, trying to arouse the very pleasure in him he wished to become victim to. He grabbed hold of him and threw him down upon the bed. In seconds he was clambering atop, legs wide for him.

Castiel opened his mouth to speak, but Dean leaned in, and pressed a finger to his kiss-swollen lips. “Yes, this is most unlike me, Castiel, but I will have what I want. No games from you.”

“But you like games,” he reminded him.

The recognition of his wants had a groan build up in Dean’s chest. He grabbed Castiel’s wrists, holding them by his head. Castiel’s legs were wrapped tight about Dean, and his lips worked in fervent tandem with his own.

He released his quarry for a few mere seconds to divest himself of his tunic. Castiel’s eyes widened at the beauty he surely saw. Dean wished for Castiel’s skin to be bared as well.

He began working his tunic off of him, and Castiel aided in his task, lifting himself up just long enough for the material to be taken from him.

Hard bodies and soft skin met, heat living and breathing between them. Dean restrained his angel once more, eliciting a growl from his throat.

“Do you want me?” Dean questioned against his lips.

Castiel answered, tone a breathy, tremulous thing, “Release me, and discover that for yourself.”

“Perhaps I like having you where you are.”

“Not a chance.”

Castiel fought Dean, and his superior strength had him being the one to hold his lover’s wrists. Using his legs, and his fierce hold, he rolled Dean onto his back once more. He took to him with a fury Dean had not felt for many a month. It breathed life into him in dark, shadowy places he had not known he’d had. Their lips met again and again; they caressed; they held—the desire within them building to a blinding light.

Dean’s bottom lip bled from Castiel’s fierce attentions, and his skin was marked with red in the shape of his hands and fingers. Castiel’s body was much the same.

Their actions became something near-brutal, both wanting the other an inordinate amount. It had been so long. So long...

As was their usual, they fought; not with words, but with the touch of flesh, the moving of limbs, the hard press of weight.

Castiel’s hands traveled beneath Dean, grasping at him, pulling his hips upwards. Dean used this as an opportunity to show Castiel his want, to press it against him.

Their voices became one as they released the knowledge of their pleasures into the warm air. Their bodies grew hot, movement beginning to have sweat bead upon Dean’s forehead.

Castiel took to Dean with relish—biting his jaw, working the sensitive skin of his ear between his teeth, licking, licking, licking… Dean returned the favor, making this a giving of himself. He gladly offered, and Castiel hastily and greedily took.

Mouth open, head leaning back, Dean ground against Castiel.

“I know not when I’ll wake,” he managed to speak. “Perhaps we should get on with it.”

As a response, Castiel began to slide off the leather clothing Dean’s lower half. The beaming of their radiant smiles banished the grief of parting in Dean’s heart, and he willed that they would see each other again, yet the time between moments would stretch far too long. The agony pierced Dean.

Sensing his toils, Castiel assured, voice soft as down, “It will be all right. We shall see each other again.”

Dean nodded at the words, and pressed into him, mouth nearly against his. He responded in strong, enduring tones of stipulation, “We shall see each other again, my love.”

#bannedtogether2020 #destiel #spn #fanfiction #supernatural #fantasy!au #high fantasy!au #destiel fanfiction #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #writing #my writing

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stillness-in-green · 4 years

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A God Damn Sight to See

Summary: Spinner’s got it bad, but at least he’s not alone.

Or: Nine was in Ujiko's care for months and you expect me to believe that Ujiko didn't take the opportunity to make a copy of his godlike weather control quirk to give to Shigaraki later? Come on.

Post-Heroes Rising movie, post-Deika manga spoilers. Not calling it canon divergent because, hey, it could still happen.

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The airstreams at the top of the Detnerat building whip through Shigaraki’s hair, making his red coat billow out behind him. He stands poised beside the metal and glass guard rail, looking out over the city, the gray palm of his one remaining costume hand obscuring his expression save for the curl of smile tugging at one side of his mouth and the glinting red of his eyes.

The wind changes directions abruptly, blowing Spinner’s scarves back across his field of vision again and tearing his attention away from Shigaraki. He catches a glance from Re-Destro, the amused twitch of his lips, and glowers at him silently. I don’t want to hear a word out of you, he tries to communicate with the glare, wrestling the cloth back into place over his shoulder. I bet Stain never had to fight his costume.

“Everyone’s clear on the plan, right?”

A little out-of-nowhere shiver crawls up the back of Spinner’s neck and he looks up to find Shigaraki’s gaze on them. He and Re-Destro both nod and Shigaraki hums in satisfaction, plucking the preserved hand loose and tucking it into his pocket. His smirk pulls all the way into a grin, the same one he’d faced the Doc with back in November, six months—a lifetime—a loooong tutorial—ago.

“Cool. Then I’ll get us started.”

And with that, he vaults himself over the barrier and takes a last step off the edge, plunging instantly out of sight.

Spinner’s heart seizes in his chest involuntarily and he rushes up to the spot where Shigaraki stood, wrapping his claws around the railing and peering over. Far below, and getting farther every fraction of a second, Shigaraki tumbles in free fall, arms spread, a thin figure in flapping black and red. The distance to the ground yawns beneath him, leaving Spinner’s stomach flipping with vertigo.

“Pull up,” Spinner mumbles. “Come on, pull up. Pull up. Goddammit, pull up!” Movements rapidly being lost to the distance, Shigaraki extends a hand up like someone like someone reaching for help. Spinner’s mind goes blank with terror, and it takes Re-Destro’s hand landing on his shoulder for him to realize he’s got one boot on the lower rail beam and arms flexed to hoist himself over.

“Have faith,” Re-Destro says, voice smooth and cool, but he too draws up to the edge, his grip on Spinner’s shoulder just tense enough to be painful, the craning of his neck visible out of the corner of Spinner’s eye.

The wind changes again, a sharp, hard buffet that physically pushes Spinner a step back. Unmoved by the gusts, Re-Destro’s hold shifts downward, laying flat behind Spinner’s shoulder-blades to steady him. Spinner’s eyes water with the effort of staying open in the kicked-up dust, but he redoubles his staring, frantically scanning the air, heartbeat jackhammering in his throat like he’s got a rabbit quirk instead of a reptile one.

A flash of familiar colors, and the breath leaves Spinner’s lungs in a shuddering wheeze as Shigaraki rockets back past them, shooting upwards into rapidly darkening skies. The clouds roll and tumble over each other, a storm brewing in real-life time-lapse. For just a few seconds, Shigaraki stands out against a bare circle of blue sky, then the circle closes above him with a muffled bass-thrum boom, leaving him a thumb-smear of blood against the sickly green-gray expanse.

Light flickers, dispersed into flashes that make whole banks of the clouds gleam briefly white, and the thunder that rolls out after it rattles Spinner’s teeth. Beside him, Re-Destro sighs—contented, noticeably breathy in a way that warms the back of Spinner’s neck, because, well, he gets it too, but not in public.

As the first cold drop of rain lands on Spinner’s beak, the figure above reaches out one arm. A spear of lightning answers, a forking, branching bolt of incandescent white, and strikes a skyscraper with the crack of thunder riding so hard and so loud on its heels that Spinner doesn’t even hear the explosion of masonry to accompany the burst of smoke and dust, the rising flickers of fire.

Weather like that, it makes a guy understand why people used to believe in storm gods, and Spinner’s throat goes dry as the ringing in his ears dies down enough to hear the sound of distant laughter carrying on the gale.

The rain begins in earnest. Hard, drumming on his shoulders, and with clouds that color it’ll be hail before long. The sky shrieks like something bereaved and somewhere far distant, the direction hopelessly obscured, something big and glass shatters in echo.

They are in public, but not, like, public-public, and so Spinner lets himself whisper the words out loud, staring up at Shigaraki’s wind-swept figure.

“God damn.”

“I agree,” Re-Destro says in wistful accord, then straightens up minutely and pats Spinner’s shoulder. “It may get dangerous out here, Spinner, and we have our own tasks to attend. We should get inside.”

“R-right.” Spinner shakes his head, still feeling a bit dazed. He lets Re-Destro steer the both of them to the access door, though the whole way there, Spinner’s not the only one who keeps looking back.

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Written for the “God Damn” square of my Banned Together Bingo card, but also because it always seemed to me that Shigaraki would have a lot more fun cutting loose with a weather control quirk than Nine ever did, and that watching Shigaraki float in the eye of a storm would evoke feelings of religious awe and/or terror in pretty much anyone, but especially Spinner and RD.

#iguchi shuichi #shigaraki tomura #yotsubashi rikiya #tomura shigaraki #bnha spinner #re-destro #bnha #boku no hero academia #my writing #yet another alternate summary: stillness-in-green finally writes the OT3 she’s been drifting towards for months #bannedtogether2020 #ficcing

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