#gonna start tagging things with core and see what happens

[hazelfoureyes]

The Safeword is RadioApple (part 1)

I’m gonna go ahead and apologize right now

Lucifer x FemaleReader x Alastor

Part 1 ꒰აMaleReader✧FemaleReader໒꒱ Part 2 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱ Part 3 ꒰აAlastorxLucifer໒꒱ tidbit (cute, not smut) Part 4 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱✨NEW✨ ₊⊹⁀➴ Lucifer wins⟡Alastor Wins

Alastor would give you anything, all you had to do was ask. When you asked for Lucifer, he delivered. But after seeing just how much you enjoyed Alastor’s rough handling, Lucifer takes a turn and gets a little lost in the pleasure.

tags/warnings/promises: Alastor x Reader, Lucifer x Reader, smut, RadioApple in a sense, fem reader, creampie, breath play, rough sex, Alastor is an eternal little shit, soft jazz, hard jazz, Luci calls himself Daddy, 🗣️ READER GETS SPITROASTED, threesome, cervix hulk smashed, half assed blowjob, help I got too horny on main

Minors dni

“Sir.”

Lucifer jumped, whipping around and shoving Alastor’s face away. “You are a living nightmare, fuck!” He hated being snuck up on, as most people do. Adjusting his hat, he looked around the hotel lobby to see if anyone else witnessed his personal jump scare. Charlie and Vaggie were seated nearby, but hadn’t paid them any attention.

“I aim to please! Now,” Alastor gestured to the stairs, “I, unfortunately, need to show you something upstairs.”

“Ha!” Lucifer forced out a laugh, “Ha. Haaa- Not a chance, scarecrow. Find someone else to search for your brain.” He smirked to himself. “Did you hear that Charlie? I made a joke.”

But Charlie was not laughing. She finally turned her focus to them. “Dad, you have to start trying to get along with Alastor.” She looked to Alastor who was nodding along as if he actually cared at all, “He’s trying to spend time with you. Come on, Dad. For me?”

With a pout, he dramatically crossed his arms, “Fine. I’ll play nice, for you. Not for him.” Lucifer glared daggers at Alastor. “Fuck him.”

“Daaad!” She groaned.

“Yeah yeah, I’m going.” 

Alastor let his microphone follow behind Lucifer’s back, an unseen and unfelt safety net so he couldn’t back out. When they approached Alastor’s door, Lucifer put up his hands as if to physically stop the situation from progressing, “There is no way in all of hell I am going in your bedroom.”

Alastor’s eyes rolled, frustrated already with the interaction. “Are you sure about that?” He pushed the door open, using his mic to make contact with the small of Lucifer’s back. He stopped resisting when he finally looked into the room.

He took a step in, willingly, and as he saw you sitting in the center of the bed in just your silk sleep robe, he let out a quiet, “What the fuck is this?”

Then a louder, “Heeey, kitten…”. The sound of the door locking made his head whip back to Alastor, teeth bared.

“Luci.”

Softened under the sound of his own name from your lips he brought his attention back to the bed.

It was no secret to anyone that you two were fond of each other. It was the little things you did that endeared the fallen angel to you, how you doted on him. Filling his glass at dinner when you noticed it getting close to empty, holding the door for him, keeping eye contact when he went off on some excited tangent.

Everyone was also aware you were Alastor’s person. And Alastor would give you anything you wanted in death; and today you happened to want Luci.

You’d seen the broadcasts of the King of Hell defending his daughter during the last extermination. The power he gave off, even from your screen, brought goosebumps down your arms. So when you found your way to the hotel, you were elated to see Lucifer himself readily available for interactions. Your luck continued, as your father’s love of jazz had been passed down to you and allowed the radio demon to notice your presence among the sea of new residents. Following the sounds of Nat ‘King’ Cole, he found you one evening in your room, and a mutual fondness for music bore a new friend. And then, more. 

Soon enough you were a regular member of the Hazbin Hotel core crew, by way of Alastor.

That’d been some months ago now, and you finally had the courage to ask Alastor for a special favor.

No part of him understood your motivation, but the idea of making the king of hell pussy-whipped to his darling was understanding enough. And, of course, the pleasure of watching you enjoy yourself. While he was capable all his own, he was happy to allow someone else to fill in. Not to mention—- no, actually, definitely mention the fact it would give him a little more power in the tense dynamic between himself and Lucifer.

For Alastor, sharing you physically wasn’t an issue. Sex was something he did for your pleasure, though he did enjoy the control he held over you in those intimate moments.

Watching you mewl under someone else, knowing he gave the permission, that Lucifer would never have a chance in Hell if The Radio Demon didn't allow it, made his head dizzy with the loss of blood flow. Whatever pleasure Lucifer could give you was pleasure he has granted you both. The idea of someone pining for you but never having a chance unless he says so made him feel powerful.

“I have a request, of sorts.” You tried to keep your smile still, cheeks twitching with pure nerves. The room was lit by only two small lamps on either nightstand and the light coming from the half open bathroom.

Lucifer approached you, making a dramatic point of going past Alastor. The radio demon chuckled, the king of hell scowled. He placed one knee on the end of the bed, trying to forget this was the spot you shared most nights with Alastor. His smile encouraged you to continue.

“You can say no.” You added quickly. 

“Why would I ever do that?” Lucifer continued to smile at you, too sweetly for what you were going to ask.

“Many reasons.” You added quicker. 

“Come on, tell Luci.” He laughed softly at the idea of denying you anything.

You pressed the tips of your index fingers together nervously, “I want you to fuck me.”

He tried to blink but his eyelids only seemed to rise further and further up his face with every attempt.

“You what now?”

His eyes darted to Alastor, who was now crawling onto the bed and settling behind you. 

“It was a fairly straightforward statement, sir.” Alastor’s tone was always teetering on mocking when he addressed Lucifer, “My dear would like you, for some god awful reason, to bed her.”

If this hadn’t been such a shock, Lucifer would have quipped, “Oh because you can’t, you overdressed maitre d’?”

But when he opened his mouth, there was nothing. He just stared at you. Alastor’s long legs and lanky arms came down beside you, behind you. You looked like the enticing light of an angler fish’s lure, sharp teeth shining just over your shoulder. 

“I thought-,” he motioned between the two of you.

You nodded, “Alastor is happy when I’m happy. And right now, I’d be overjoyed to spend an evening taking care of you.”

Oh, why couldn’t you have said it so sweetly the first time? Take care of him? You always did. Every time he felt something lacking he’d find you close behind offering him just the thing.

Whether a smile, or supportive word, or just a sympathetic ear.

Shifting onto your hands and knees, you crawled toward Lucifer. His face was flush, his brows knitted together in some mix of worry and confusion.

“You don’t have to do that, kitten. I don’t need that.” He reached out a hand to touch your cheek but stopped himself; he’d never touched you before. He had gone out of his way to avoid it, because he couldn’t bear what it would do to him. He’d just be hurting himself, he had thought. His hand began to pull away but you reached out with both of yours and took hold of his wrist.

“I don’t have to do anything, ever, Luci,” Alastor’s grin widened as you said it. A hum of approval only he could hear. A silent, ‘That’s my girl.’

“This is about what I want.” You leaned up to rest your cheek in his open palm, “I’ll accept any answer from you.” Your eyes staring up at him promised safety, “So, what do you want?”

He buried his face in his free hand, opening his fingers to look over you once more. In the shade of the canopied bed, Alastor sat motionless. But Lucifer couldn’t see him, not because of the shadows but because his focus was so purely on you. He had absolute tunnel vision, which happened often when you two would speak. Lucifer made a low sound, coming from somewhere deep in his chest,  hidden beneath all his shame and sense of inadequacy.

Your question was answered as he removed his hat, tossing it to the chaise lounge near the wall. You sat back on your legs and gave him space to remove his coat. Your heart seemed to double its pace, skin practically vibrating. A not-insignificant part of you expected a gentle but firm, “kindly fuck off.”

He seemed to be avoiding eye contact as he pulled his bow tie loose, only returning his knee to the bed when he’d kicked off his boots. Just the shifting of the weight of the bed made your thighs twitch, finally. Alastor leaned backed and watched, Lucifer’s gaze was full of uncertainty as he crawled to you. 

Hilarious. Already worth the price of admission. 

Both on your knees, you leaned up and placed a chaste kiss on Lucifer’s lips. Pulling back, you looked at him and he felt like we’re looking at the sun. Your face was so bright, and warm. What light were you reflecting back at him? Surely not his own. That was long dead. Long buried under bruised wings and lost promises. 

You snaked your fingers into his hair and brought him in for a deeper kiss. When you bit gently on his bottom lip, he shakily opened his mouth. Your grin spread across both of your faces as you pushed your way past his lips.

Lucifer’s tongue was long, and tapered more than you’d expected. It moved, unsure, against yours. Your hands slunk out of his hair and down his chest, sliding until finding the buttons of his vest. 

You felt him gasp into you, and when you began to open his shirt he pulled away, “It’s been… a very long time.”

A scream echoed in your skulll, your own scream, thankfully entirely in your mind. He was so cute. So soft. He looked so worried, you wanted to rip him to pieces with affection. Was that possible? You were going to try.

Your hands fumbled over his belt, the tremble in your fingers making the pants button feel like an aptitude test. Your mouth returned to him, kissing down his cheeks and into the space under his jaw. Finally you could slip your hand down into his pants, and you hissed without thinking.

He was painfully hard, throbbing head pressed into his skin. 

Did you do this? Had you gotten the King like this with just a question and a kiss? Tip nearly purple with pressure, you rested your forehead on his collarbone and watched his stomach jump as you wrapped your fingers around it.

Alastor fought back a laugh, tongue nearly cut clean off with the attempt. This was better than he had expected. And he had just the idea to push it over the top.

When your head dipped to swipe your tongue over Lucifer’s cock, you both startled at the sudden sound of music. First you looked to the radio, then to Alastor.

One hand was loosening his bow tie, the other unbuckling his pants. 

“Don’t stop on my accord,” he bit his bottom lip, watching your attention return to Lucifer’s lap.

Lucifer raised a finger in protest, “I wasn’t aware this was a group activity.”

“The more the merrier.” Alastor whipped his belt off and tossed it to the floor, other hand pulling his member free.

“Three’s a crowd.” 

“Two heads are better than one.” When Alastor lifted your robe away and sunk himself into you, no preparation, you moaned into the blonde hair at the base of Lucifer’s cock.

Your breath over his shaft and now down his balls made his hips buck against you. Your hands gripped at Lucifer’s thighs, trying to get steady enough to return your mouth to his waiting heat. You could smell his arousal, your head dizzy with so many of your senses being assaulted by both men. 

“You okay, kitten?” A concerned hand came to your cheek. 

Your watery, lust clouded eyes met his, “It feels so good, Luci.” His dick jerked. When you finally managed to get him in your mouth his head fell back, legs under him twitching with the need to move along to the bobbing of your head. Lucifer was wider than Alastor, the corners of your mouth burning as you tried to take in as much of him as possible. 

Alastor’s hand raked long nails down your back, a whine ran from your throat and down Lucifer’s shaft.  He moaned in turn, trying to not connect the dots between himself and Alastor.

“I think you may need a little demonstration, from someone more–, “ Alastor leaned down, his face now inches from Lucifer’s. His hand wrapped around your neck, “experienced.” He pulled you up by your throat.

Lucifer watched, your knees no longer touching the bed as Alastor fucked up into you. One hand gripping your throat, one arm holding your body against his. Your face began to redden, and your thighs noticeably clenching as best they could, legs open and feet on either side of Alastor’s body. Lucifer winced, you looked pained, he wanted—

“Aa--Alastor,” Your voice was like honey, thick and sweet around Alastor’s name. Lucifer’s face fell flat, how could he have that? What did he need to do to have you say his name in such a debauched way? Why did that gangly sack of bones get all of the fun?

“See? She can handle more than you’d expect.” Alastor grinned, planting a kiss on your neck. You could see Lucifer watching through your wet eyelashes, his cock twitching repeatedly as his hand finally came down to touch himself. 

With the hand not holding onto Alastor’s wrist at your throat, you reached out for Lucifer. “Luci.” 

Alastor let you fall forward. Keeping your hips in the air and knees dangling just above the comforter, he continued his rough pace into your sopping cunt. Pulling your body on and off of his length with harsh drags he watched you lick from the base to the top of Lucifer’s member. Each thrust from him knocking your chin against it. 

When you popped the head back into your mouth and moaned around it from Alastor’s continued fucking, Lucifer gripped your hair with both hands. Alastor’s own erection jumped in you, the king of hell himself buckling from his dearest’s mouth. He could break him entirely by just pulling you off of Lucifer’s cock and refusing to return you. He was positive Lucifer would cry into his ruined orgasm if he did such a thing.

Tempting.

But, he promised to play along, for you. And he would, at his own terms. 

He pushed aside the thought entirely, instead returning to the task in front of him. Your tongue was pinned down when Lucifer was in your mouth, cock too fat to allow any room for movement. You abandoned trying to suck him off, and changed tactics to lick and kiss the sensitive flesh in your hands. 

Lucifer’s mind was—- he wasn't sure where exactly. His consciousness splintered around you. The feeling of you; your tongue was swirling around him, the first contact he’s had other than himself in literal years. The sound of you; your soft moans and huffs were both audible and physical, the hot breath ghosting over him. The sight of you; head in his lap as he leaned back, your ass in the air and making a satisfying slapping noise every time– 

Alastor. His eyes met Lucifer’s and a wicked grin took hold of his features. Lucifer could practically hear Alastor whisper across your body, ‘Watch this.’ Maybe Alastor had thought it, but he kept it to himself. 

Your hands began pumping Lucifer’s length while your body was slightly dragged away as Alastor backed up and let your knees find some solid ground again. 

Lucifer sat on his legs still, eyes flitting from between your face to the place you and Alastor connected. He could see Alastor disappearing inside you, and every intrusion had you gasping and mewling into the blankets. Your hand was still gently stroking him with outstretched arms, eyes clenched close.

Alastor smirked up at Lucifer, coming down over your back to reach around your body and find your clit with his middle finger. Immediately, you reacted. Legs squeezing together, hands stilling around your king’s cock. With a bite and lick to your shoulder blade, the radio demon set a bruising pace against you. That warmth in your core was spreading down as you felt him press against your cervix with every kiss of his hips. 

You choked out his name, a chant Lucifer had never wanted to hear before now. How could you make Alastor’s name sound so delicious? He wrapped his fingers around yours on his dick and began moving with you. Your eyes rolled up to him, a weak smile forming before your orgasm made your jaw lock. Alastor knew your body so well, bringing you to orgasm was like playing a well practiced song on the piano. Both required strong and fast fingers and a sense of rhythm. 

With a few more deeper, shorter moves Alastor stilled, too. Your knees slid down as your hips sank into the bed. 

Lucifer let your hand go limp, swallowing hard. He wasn’t ignorant to the way Alastor smiled at him as he reclined into the headboard, tucking himself back into his pants. 

“I have complete faith in you, for once.” Alastor teased Lucifer, hand motioning to your still limp body. His smile seemed to dare Lucifer, challenge him, to keep going even with Alastor’s release sitting pretty in you. 

Luci took a deep breath, steadying himself mentally, before pushing the hair from your forehead, “Hey there, kitten. What do ya need?”

With an uncharacteristic hunger in your eyes, you forced your line of sight up to him, “You, Luci.” Visibly shuddering, you sat up and brought your legs towards him, your knees touching each other in an odd display of shyness. Your hand felt at your entrance, Alastor’s seed just beginning to find its way from your relaxed walls. 

“Is it okay?” You asked, spreading the thick fluid between your fingers in front of Luci. 

Something between a grimace and a pout came over him, it wasn’t his ideal situation but the idea of — just how much he’d slip and slide between your folds with the added lubrication made him feel feral. He wasn’t stupid, he knew Alastor hoped to ruin you and sour his experience. He decided to not allow it. 

With a kiss to his nose, you wrapped your arms around his neck and lied back. You weren’t sure you were breathing anymore when you felt his scorching head slot up with your entrance. He rubbed the leaking fluid over himself and you with swipes up and down your lips. The difference between his heat and the cooled cum made him shiver in turn. 

As he began to press into you, your body instinctively scooted away. It took both of your hands hooked under his arms to stay still enough for him to make any real headway. 

Luci stopped, your face clearly pained. Your head shook in response, “Please, you just have to keep going. I’ll adjust.” While both of his heads swelled with pride – Alastor’s cock clearly smaller – Luci didn’t notice the wild eyes of the radio demon. 

Alastor brought a hand to his face, red eyes peering between his spread fingers, smile threatening to break at the seams as he watched Lucifer Morningstar fucking his cum into his darling doe. 

 What a pitiful sight. How humiliating.

What would Charlie think of her big bad daddy? What would the other sins say? If they could see their king now, slick and shiny?

Your nails cut into his skin, and you were sure you were tearing slightly. Instead of attempting to thrust his way in, he chose to just continually press. The way your body seemed to be splitting made you second guess your decisions. But when his head finally popped in, your hole got some reprieve. He stopped, taking deep breaths. 

Tears were collecting on your waterline, Luci noticed and leaned on an elbow to wipe them away. His blonde hair was falling forward now, tickling at your forehead. 

You nodded, answering a question he didn’t ask, and he continued to force your walls open to accommodate him. The only sound in the room was the soft instrumental jazz number playing from atop the dresser. Your voice was stuck in your throat, Luci was focusing too hard to form words. Alastor could speak, but the music was just too enjoyable to interrupt. 

Finally, after what could have been two minutes or twenty, you felt Luci bottom out. You had to just lie there for a second, never having felt something so solid in your otherwise soft body. No slight to Alastor, who was perfectly skilled in his abilities. Luci was just—- more than you had expected. 

As he pulled out, you thanked the heavens and hell and the rings within that Alastor had left you so wet and already softened. The first few thrusts were genuinely uncomfortable, the pleasure you felt almost entirely mental, drawn from the reality of who was pulling your insides back and forth. You were so tight around him that he too was almost pained; so much pressure but no way to move enough to get any release.

Slowly, the ring of your entrance relented and Luci could finally move at a normal pace. He would take himself out to his head before slipping back in. Every thrust made your body spread around him, a semi-truck through a field of sunflowers. Your body didn’t stand a chance, and you were grateful he chose gentleness for his entrance.

He leaned back on both hands, using the position to fucked up into you at an angle. He knew very well where to hit to begin gathering your pleasure.

Alastor dropped his head, yours between his legs. His hair made a short curtain, hiding the look he was giving you from Luci. He adores the faces you make when you are happy. Excited. Pleasured. You tried to offer him a smile, but you couldn’t manage it for long. Your eyes would wretch shut, lips tighten as you focused on the feeling Luci was providing. Focused on the sensations, of being so full, so wet, so wanted. But Alastor was still watching, the sight of Luci blocked from his view as he enjoyed every little twitch of your mouth, every whimper. 

It wasn’t jealousy, it was something more personal that stung Luci. While he couldn’t actually discern the looks you two gave each other, Luci felt very much the odd man out. But, he considered his position. Literally. He was leaning as far from your body as he could. He remembered the way you said Alastor’s name. Alastor had showed him exactly what to do, albeit in his usual obnoxious, showy fashion.

Sitting up, Luci adjusted your legs and slotted himself between them. Alastor leaned back, relinquishing your focus. Both of you looked at Luci though as one of his hands came to enclose your throat.

Alastor was almost impressed. Almost. You brought both hands to wrap around his wrist, glancing to Alastor behind you.

The words came out of Alastor as half warning, half instruction, “If she needs you to stop, she’ll tap two fingers twice on you, wherever she can reach.” Lucifer nodded, eyes not meeting Alastor’s. He kept them on your face, watching for any sign of distress as he tightened his grip. The way your pussy clenched around him earned you a hiss.

He began to move again, the new position causing him to rub against your clit as he buried himself in you. More clenching; He tightened his grip more. 

“Are you sure she isn’t hurting?” Luci asked, your eyes closed and nails digging into his wrists.

“Nonsense. Can’t you feel her? Or does she just grip me like that?” The cocky expression made Luci unconsciously clench his fist on your neck. A gentle tap tap snapped him back to you. He loosened up again, his eyes large and apologetic.

You tightened your own grip on his dick, grinding up into him for more friction. Your body had finally relaxed, pleasure freely flowing from where you and Luci tangled together. You closed your eyes, the pressure constant on the veins to your head. Blood flow restricted just enough to lower your oxygen levels and raise the nitrogen oxide in your body. It resulted in a dizzying feeling, maybe there was a primal panic that caused your body to feel heightened pleasure. You didn’t feel scared, or in danger. You felt —— ah there it was. You felt weak. You felt docile. You felt like you existed purely to give pleasure and the idea turned you on. In every day life you’d never allow someone to use you, to push you around. You were anything but subservient. That’s why it was so enthralling now. It was so strange a sensation. And to give yourself so fully to the king of hell, the originator of all sin? You groaned, head rolling back. 

Luci watched your head loll, drank in your groans and gasps and felt himself get dizzy too. More. Say his name like you did Alastor’s. Praise how well he fucked you. Reward him. Love him.

He pulled out suddenly, his head leaving you for the first time since it managed to fit in initially. Luci put both hands on your hips and directed you to roll onto your stomach. He pulled your ass up, knees bent. You crawled up enough to rest your forehead on the crook of Alastor’s leg, one lazily outstretched and the other bent under him slightly. Luci wasted no time pushing back in. He leaned over you and pressed his hand into your back, forcing your chest to be slightly crushed into the bed. He pulled out and slammed back into you, tearing a yelp from you as he hit deeper than he had before. 

He stopped, unsure, until he felt your hand reach under yourself and rest at the junction of his knee and calf. His other hand came to your right hip, and he used it to keep you from sliding up the bed. Letting his eyes close again, he focused on the feeling of you around him. His crotch and thighs were soaking wet, his balls tight against him. Every drag out of you made his body jerk back into you with need. It felt so good, too good. He needed more. He pressed hard into you, oversized tip of his cock threatening to push past your cervix. He made shorter thrusts now, ensuring he bottomed out every time. It was too deep, too much of a stretch. Your moans slowly devolved into screams, the pleasure mixed with a soft burning. 

You could feel him spreading open your womb. The feeling of your cunt pressing down on him from all sides including the front was driving him mad.

You were screaming. Actual, pleasured screams, threatening to alert the entire hotel to your activities. Screams that started shrill and dipped into a gutteral cry filled the room with every thrust of Lucifer’s frenzied hips.

A tiny part of your brain felt embarrassed, a dying animal shrieking into Alastor’s thigh.

An ever shrinking part of Lucifer existed too, the piece of him too preoccupied with your two fingers on his leg to enjoy you. It got smaller and smaller, no longer a blockade to his pleasure, but a safety net allowing him to walk the tightrope of sadism.

The radio’s volume dial rolled, smooth jazz now blaring and drowning out your painfully pleasured cries. Alastor was fine with allowing someone to take care of your needs at his permission but strangers had no business enjoying your sounds.

As Luci became lost in the sensation of your wet pussy trying to suck him in whole, his hand on your back began to press down. Your breaths got shorter, it got harder to expand your lungs fully.

Face turned and drooling onto the fabric of Alastor’s pants, you started gasping out his name, “Luci! Nngh Luciiii, Lucifer.”

Your lips dropped his name and it fell like lead into his thoughts. He fought the urge to close his eyes again as he felt his orgasm building. He watched your flushed skin jump beneath every punishing thrust, his name a spell you could now barely whisper, not enough breathe to scream. Your upper body was entirely buried into the mattress. It felt like your back might snap with Luci’s loss of control. You kept your hand on his leg, ever ready to tap out.

The yellow of his eyes turned red, just like the skin of your ass where his hip bones chaffed. “You take me so well, kitten.” He ground out, “Daddy’s gonna cum.”

Alastor’s eyes glowed a blood red from the end of the bed, a wickedly devious grin across his face at the opportunity before him, he looked up at Luci and said with a commanding tone, “Cum.”

Luci was already over that peak when his eyes flew up to catch Alastor’s, it was too late to stop his orgasm. He was helpless to disobey, despite his now desperate desire to never cum again. With a moan, and a hiss, he pressed your body fully into the mattress. Your body now flush, he waited until his cock stopped jerking his long overdue seed into your bruised womb.

Luci lied on top of you even after you were full to the brim with his cum. It was already forcing its way out around his softening cock when he managed to roll off of you and onto his back.

Staring at the canopy of the bed, he felt two emotions rise to the surface. First, concern. He turned to you, and you gave a weak thumbs up.

Second, rage.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Fuck you.” He looked to Alastor, who was grinning as he pet your head, whispering something to you. 

“Little late for dirty talk, your highness.”

Lucifer growled, but Alastor’s palm pressed against his forehead and pushed him back down to the bed.

“I sleep on the left. I’d prefer you on the right.” he gently moved your head from his lap, “Beside me, my dear. A darling barrier.” Alastor didn’t look at Lucifer, just slid off the bed and walked into the en-suite bathroom. “No outside clothes under the comforter.” Alastor called from the bathroom before the sound of rushing water poured in.

You rolled onto your back, still catching your breath. Body sprawled out on the massive bed like a starfish.

Lucifer turned onto his side, hand caressing your arm. “Are you okay, kitten? I didn’t mean to lose myself like that.” He felt shame, like he had done something terrible. “And— I didn’t help you finish. That’s pretty shitty.”

But it fell away when you smiled back at him, “I feel great. Sore, but great all the same.” You let your fingers clumsily lace with his. “I really like you, Luci. And I don’t need to cum to enjoy myself. You can always try again, ya know?”

Lucifer felt his face grow warm, but couldn’t press you to clarify what exactly that meant before Alastor scooped you up and carried you to the bath.

There was a moment where he was alone, noticing the radio was back to a tolerable volume, the water splashing softly out of view. He felt out of place, like he had accidentally walked into a stranger’s home. He wasn’t sure what to do next, where to go from there when Alastor’s head popped back into the room, annoyed, “Are you coming or not? Those are clean sheets.”

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[bitchlessdino]

hello perhaps morning after sex with mingyu + wonwoo ?? like you wake up in bed with both of them after a drunken threesome and go again… maybe one of the boys wakes up first and you start hooking up with him right there only for the other to wake up and get pouty before joining in

Pairing: (Mingyu x afab!reader x Wonwoo)

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.8k

tags: Tags: poly, established friendship, brief enemies to lovers, unprotected sex, spanking, double penetration, degradation, brief hole slapping?, mean wonwoo, sweet mingyu

Summary: Mingyu being the common denominator for the strained acquaintanceship of both you and Wonwoo, he's determined to make this friendship work.

author note: can yall believe this is my first minwon fic, i mean theres a million ones out there that arent mine, but its interesting it took this long. thank you kaili my love for the request, i hope you like it

Mingyu and Wonwoo were and have been inseparable, that is until you came into the picture. You met Mingyu first and clicked immediately with him, taking him everywhere you went like schoolmates. You were self-claiming that he was your best friend, despite how many people telling you he’d be a better boyfriend (he is insanely hot), and that Wonwoo was second best to you.

Wonwoo didn’t like that about you. You just popped out of nowhere with your pretty face and can-do attitude, attaching yourself to Mingyu’s hip like a clingy fanny pack. He was there first and clearly had a stronger connection with Mingyu and he wasn’t going to let some ‘nobody’ steal his friend away from him, no matter how cute that smile was or how nice you smelled.

Mingyu being the ‘empath’ he is, starting to use the word unironically at this point, he could sense the hostility between the two and how things never seemed to align when you were together. It was like a dark cloud peering over everyone when they were in the same room. It made social gatherings suffocating at times and that was unfortunate since he enjoyed both their companies equally, so he set off a plan in motion.

The next gathering would just be the three of them, close and intimate. Drinks would be involved, maybe some food, have it all set up in his apartment, and before you know it, they’d all be besties. This was going to go great.

“Mmh, Wonwoo…”

Mingyu realized things went too well when he found out what he was waking up to the following morning. His eyes couldn’t process it initially, but through his strained eyes he can make out you grinding your wet entrance up against his best friend’s raging boner, moaning obscenities that he hardly ever imagined coming out of your lips.

Wonwoo’s deep chuckles were as dark as chocolate, running his hands all over your body in delight, looking up in amazement to see how needy you already were. “So whiny, you’re so annoying. You want me that bad?”

You nod back at him incessantly, tweaking your stuff buds between your fingers, “I…want…you in me…”

A corner of his lips quirks up, he forces your hips to ride his torso harder, “Yeah? You want my cock inside you?”

Your lips contort anxiously, dragging your hands over his toned, muscular build, “Mm, yes, I want it…”

“I’m gonna need to hear you beg for it. Beg for me, whore,” He taps his length on your stomach, having you mewl over him desperately.

Your core throb, practically hearing the echo from its vacancy, screaming at you to be filled, “Wonwoo please…”

He arches a brow, “Please what? Be specific.”

You’re clenching over nothing, whining in his ear as you leaned towards him, “Please put your cock in me…I need you…”

Mingyu was half asleep when this was all occurring. Tossing and turning, he was wondering what was happening in the background, and why the hell was he so tired for. He soon notices the instability of the bed slightly rocking in its spot, the pure stench of sex that coated the inside of his nostrils, and then your breathy moan, rhythmically dancing in the air. The images then all rush back to him, blood flowing to his lower half, finding enough for his shaft to stand on, and the feeling of neglect wash over him.

“Seriously? You guys couldn’t wait?”

You immediately collect the sounds of Mingyu's pretty whines and turn your head to his side of the bed. “Baby, you’re—ah—up.”

“Hey Gyu.” Wonwoo nods at the younger man.

Mingyu juts out his bottom lip childishly, lightly throwing a pillow back at his friends, and sees it make no effect on the situation. He shifts from the bed, the blanket falling from his body and exposing stiff length, rubbing his eyes in slight frustration. “I can’t believe you two. Without me.”

Your eyes latch on his size, pulling him by his shaft, giggling. “It’s not too late for you to join in.”

“Well, now I gotta catch up,” his hand catches the back of your head and claims your lips.

Your hips moved more slowly this time, focusing on savoring the taste of his lips while entertaining, but the man underneath you wasn’t so patient. Distracted with Mingyu, Wonwoo grips your hips and ruts you faster, bouncing you in his lap. As the sounds of skin slapping together in perfect harmony, you moan in soft, staccato breaths in Mingyu's mouth, allowing your lips to part and have his tongue explore. His hands start playing a part when they fell to your chest, teasing your nipples lightly.

With the endearing way you feel apart to his touch, he can’t help but pull away from the kiss to just have them in his mouth, sucking your tender skin and mouthing flesh around it. “You’re so fucking beautiful...”

His eyes gaze back at you like he was in heat, his hips, and cock twitching to be inside you, your eyes telling him the same. He embraces you as you ride Wonwoo, drawing circles with his tongue, clenching your flesh in his hands, drunk on your pretty voice calling out to him. He could do this all day if he could, but there was one thing he wanted to do a smidge more.

“Come on, Gyu, you know you want to,” Wonwoo takes his hand to your ass cheeks, have you whimper upon impact.

Mingyu knew all too well what his best friend meant and pushed you down to reunite your lips with Wonwoo’s in a frenzy. Mingyu made himself comfortable behind you, legs bordering Wonwoo and parallel to yours. He runs a slick finger over your moisture, and squeezes it between the older man’s cock and your walls, testing your limits.

“So fucking tight…has Wonwoo treating you well?”

You hardly mumble a yes as Wonwoo thrusts deep inside you, feeling the tension up your body and ramming repeatedly inside you, his hands clapping over your ass every few seconds or so. 

“We’re gonna stretch you nice and wide for us okay?” Mingyu warns with a playful tinge.

You moan against Wonwoo’s lips, feeling the heat of his cocky chuckle on your neck. “I think that means yes, Gyu.”

Mingyu held your hips in place, rubbing the tip at the edge of your entry before gradually pushing his length in. With blown-out eyes, you try to quickly adjust to the strain of two cocks plunged inside you, feeling their slick griths rub against each other and fill up your vacancy past its limit, “Oh, fuck…”

It's when Mingyu finds his place that you realize it's only begun. Your hips stationary and nails digging into a pillow, they moved on polar pacing, but fucking you with a similar depth. The euphoria of fullness had overcome you and you try backtracking to the moment when you felt a sensation similar, but none comes in mind. You felt used in the most heavenly way possible.

“So…tight…Fuck, you feel good…” Wonwoo growls out between his grunts, “Stupid slut, perfect fucking body, perfect fucking hole, you’re just perfect everything, aren’t you?”

“So good for us…you’re taking us so good, baby.” Mingyu agrees.

Your eyes keep rolling back in your skull, taking deep breaths, restraining your own orgasm, and at some point the sweat of you three fuse together, becoming one living and breathing system, hot to the touch and unstoppable. Wonwoo eventually encourages you to sit up, pressing your back against Mingyu’s chest, having the image of you being spoiled giving him a sense of purpose and bliss.

“That’s a pretty picture,” he comments, watching as Mingyu grabs your chest again, rolling your nipples and abusing them to his liking.

“I’m c-c-cumming…” you stutter.

Mingyu smugly grins against your skin. “But we’ve only started, baby.”

“I-I know I’m…try–fuck–shit, Mingyu!” You react to the love tap he makes to your hole, his laughter flooding your ears.

Wonwoo laughs along with him, his nails running over your chest and stomach. “Listen to him, slut. Don’t make us have to make you wait…”

“Y-yes, sir…”

Wonwoo was pleased to see your chest heave up and down breathlessly, sweat beading down your body, and the helplessness on your face while Mingyu took advantage. The power running through his veins was immaculate; he made you grind faster, Mingyu pound you harder, all of his present senses were being fulfilled to their maximum. Despite being underneath you, Wonwoo clearly had the upper hand. 

There was a point you couldn’t help yourself anyway, your arousal seeps out of you like oozing honey, dripping the side of your legs and down Wonwoo’s lap, clutching the man behind you desperately for reassurance. “S-shit…I’m sorry.”

“You better be. Mingyu, get on top of them.”

Mingyu follows orders well, your body flat on the mattress in mere seconds with him toppled over you, his smile staring back at you, “Hey, there.”

You get no chance to greet him back as he smothers you with his lips, his full length pushing back in you, and your body aches from the sensitivity. Wonwoo is just a step behind, pulling your legs just slightly more in his direction, he steps off the bed. He plants his feet on the ground and fills up your core to its brim, not caring about the mess you make, only thinking of the bigger mess he plans to make.

“S-so full…”

“You should’ve listened to Wonwoo, baby.” Mingyu strokes the side of your head, pressing his lips against your skin and sucking them until he sees the pigment rise to the surface. 

The room could hardly contain any of the sounds happening, no doubt interrupting a fourth party’s day, and none of you had a care in the world. You were a sweating mess beneath the both of them, used up like their personal toy, and being bruised left and right, all worth it to meet another climax, this time both men joining you.

Mingyu was still kissing your flushed skin when it was happening and Wonwoo, having already poured thick ribbons of his nectar inside you, was pushing it back inside of you, a trail of his and Mingyu’s essence seeping out of you into the sheets. Doing it once, twice, and three times before, you’d do it again and again until your hunger presents itself.

Although both men knew how to make you full, they couldn’t distract or fulfill you from the absence of food. Knowing how exhausted you’ve become, Mingyu laid your body to rest, cleaning out any and all the remnants from your body, while Wonwoo called ahead for some breakfast.

“Anything specific you both want?”

Mingyu cuddles up next to you when he’s finished, throwing a blanket over bare bodies, “Yeah maybe a breakfast sandwich? How about you, baby?”

“That sounds perfect,” you grin, kissing the top of his nose.

Wonwoo smiles to himself, reciting it over the phone before joining them back in bed. He holds you from behind nuzzling to the crook of your neck, and you laugh, wondering why he ever bothered you in the first place. It felt complete with you three together, like a breakfast sandwich.

#svthub #mingyu smut #wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #seventeen wonwoo #seventeen mingyu #seventeen #wonwoo #mingyu #jeon wonwoo #Kim Mingyu #Kim Mingyu smut #jeon wonwoo smut #seventeen x you #mingyu x you #wonwoo x you #wonwoo x reader #mingyu x reader #seventeen x reader

[bigassmoonchild]

The Aftermath

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2k

The first part does give context, but isn’t required for this read.

Summary: You knew the difficulty the process of being a mated Omega in the military. You understood how much you would lose, but you never thought about the difficulty in your normal life. Never thought about the panic you would have, or how much it would effect you and Ghost's personal relationship.

Content Tags: Hospitals, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, No use of Y/N, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost

A/N: I was not expecting such a good response to Maple Syrup, and since y'all seemed to like it so much here's basically the next part. Let me know if you want anything specific, my asks should be open. <3 I'm adding a 'keep reading' link to make sure you can scroll on if you want.

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Everything felt wrong. Ghost wasn't injured, but he was being held overnight in the medbay. The Maple Syrup had run its course through him, but he could hear chatter echoing in the room. He could smell you, you weren't too far from him but he wasn't allowed to see you. Price had come in not too long after the doctors had checked him over and cleared him, arms crossed as he sat in the chair next to the bed Ghost was in.

"We'll need to talk, you know," was the only thing Price had said, leaning back and relaxing in the chair.

"Is the Doc okay?" Ghost asked, looking in the direction your scent was coming from. The sickly sweet smell of heat was becoming stale, but you were on lock and key just in case any Alpha soldiers tried to come in. Price looked in the same direction, giving a faint shrug.

"I'm going to be updated once she's steady enough for the doctors to leave her alone," Price said. "Gaz is on watch outside her room," Ghost nodded. Gaz was a Beta, so it would be fine for him to be that close. Ghost still didn't like it, he didn't know how his pack was, where everyone was, if everyone was safe.

It took a few hours, it was well past midnight before any movement came from the direction of your room. The curtains surrounding Ghosts bed was moved, the Doctor gesturing for Price to follow him. Ghost had tried to listen in, but it wasn't worth it. He was still in mild pain from the mission, the place where the tranq had stabbed him still throbbed every so often.

Price walked back in some time later, looking at Ghost with a sigh. That didn't make him feel good, panic started to flow through him, thoughts of you dying flashed in his mind for a few moments.

"She's gonna be fine," Price started. "They got her heat back under control, they're just waiting for it to finish cycling through her. Outside of that, she's fine," Price sat next to Ghost. "I can't ask you about what happened. I can only tell you what will happen," he looked away.

You woke up, head foggy and throbbing with a headache. You could see a form moving next to you, checking your vitals. You gave a soft groan, your neck throbbing alongside your core. Everything hurt, but you weren't able to tell if it was everything.

"You finally waking up?" The voice asked, and you could recognize it. "You've been out for a few days, you've even had Ghost trying to get in," she giggled a little. Amanda. That was her name, she was one of the nurses you'd been working with prior to the mission that went south.

At the mention of Ghost, you sat upright, vision spinning before righting itself.

"It was a really bad heat you were sent into, y'know. Took us a few hours to stabilize you, but you're doing good for yourself," she smiled, trying to lay you back down but you pushed her off of you.

"I need to talk to him," god even your throat hurt. She nodded slowly, sticking her head out of the door. You rubbed your head, headache now making you feel sick. It took a few moments, but you heard footsteps come in the room, a figure standing next to you. When you looked up, it was Price.

"There are some procedures we need to go through. I've already got some officers in, but we still need to talk about what happened," Price started, moving to sit in the chair near you. "Ghost has already spoken with them, so it'll be you, me and the officers. I think Laswell has flown in as well," you stared at Price.

With a few blinks, you looked down to think. Ghost had already spoken with the officers? You knew what the rules were like, and you knew that your career was now in his hands. It pissed you off, if you could really focus on feeling much outside of pain.

"The officers are trying to get him to make a decision on your career. I can't let you two talk about anything yet, the Adjutant Officers still need to figure things out before you'll be allowed near each other," Price looked away, your jaw tensing. You really had no rights anymore, did you?

It took another few days before you were released. The second you had clothes of your own to wear, you were gone off into your room.

Someone had been here. You could smell a stale scent, but you weren't able to place it. It was too distant to be able to decipher, but your room was exactly the same as it had been left before you were hospitalized. You didn't feel comfortable in your room, knowing someone had been here.

A knock on the door made you spin, nerves set tight. As you opened the door, a large figure came into view.

"Doc," Ghost started, before being yanked into your room and having the door slammed behind him. You turned on him, staring at him sharply. You pointed, opening your mouth before shutting it and groaning, running hands through your hair.

You kept trying to start talking before you stopped yourself, eventually kicking at the wall in irritation.

"What did you say to them?" You hissed, back still turned and facing the wall. You could hear him shift behind you, boots scuffing against the ground. You turned, storming up to him, chest to chest. "What the hell did you tell them? You gonna dismantle my career? Make me some fucking house-omega?" You were growling now, you could feel your muscles tensing.

When he didn't respond, you groaned, tossing your hands up in defeat and walking away from him. You turned, hand on your hip, waiting for a response.

"I don't want to take your career away," he whispered, finally. You barked a laugh, rubbing your wrist against your bitten gland. His hand reached out to grab you, but you moved away from him. "I don't want to make decisions for you," he added, voice growing more desperate.

You shook your head, pulling your hand away from your gland and shaking them out. Ghost reached out to you again, hand catching your shoulder before you shrugged him off.

"I don't know what to do," you whispered. "I'm terrified, because now I'm outed to so many people, and there's quite literally nothing I can do to save myself," you turned to look at Ghost.

He scoffed. "You think I'm going to ruin things for you? I've already told you, I don't want that kind of control over you," he looked away, crossing his arms. You could smell the distress on him.

"You have done shit to make me trust you!" Your voice raised before dropping, a hand running down your face. "I have zero control left, you know how many rights I have as a mated Omega?" He shook his head. "None," you glared at him.

Ghost glanced at you before looking away again. He shook his head, moving to leave before you blocked the door from him.

"You don't get to walk out when we're talking," you growled at him and he growled back.

"This isn't a conversation, this is you getting all pissy on me," he loomed over you, forcing you to take a step back. "I didn't want this to happen, I would have chosen any other way to save us, but we didn't get a choice, did we?" You looked away.

"Get out,"

He could smell the distress on you the second he spoke. Your scent left him spiraling, he was panicking. His Omega was distressed, and he was the cause. He wanted to fix it, correct the problem and make you happy again.

Ghost could do nothing when you repeated yourself.

"Get the hell out," you glared at him. Ghost opened his mouth to give you a retort, but you had turned away. He bit his tongue, turning to stare at the door.

"You know that's not what I meant," he whispered, opening the door and leaving.

Even after walking aimlessly for ten minutes, he could still smell your distress on your scent, the sour taste stuck on the back of his throat. This wasn't how he had intended to talk to you, he wanted to make a plan for when they asked him more questions regarding your career.

Ghost was pissed off, more so with himself than you, but he wanted to comfort you. Fix what he had said, take it back.

But he had a meeting to attend, and he needed to make sure he didn't say anything wrong.

You sat in the conference room, Price, Laswell and an Adjutant officer sitting across from you. This was the third time you'd gone over what had happened.

"So you say this 'Maple Syrup' is what caused Ghost to go into a feral rut?"

"Yes," you deadpanned, glaring through the Adjutant. "We've already been through all of this, there is literally nothing else that I haven't told you," the Adjutant hummed.

"We need to make sure everything is covered," he told you, looking at the paper he had been writing on for the past hour and a half.

You looked at Price, hoping he would help you in any way. He looked away, leaning further back into his seat.

"What about my career?" The room went silent, the Adjutant stopped reading, glancing over at Price who had finally looked at you. "I want to know what's happening," you whispered. The last few days had left you unsure of yourself. You wanted to confront Ghost, you wanted to apologize for snapping at him, you wanted to fix what you'd said.

None of them spoke, Laswell had opened her mouth to speak before closing it, taking a deep breath. Her fingers tapped on the table, looking at Price and the Adjutant.

She looked back at you. "You aren't allowed to make any decisions regarding that, you know," your head dropped back with a groan, wrist rubbing against your bitten gland roughly. You were terrified, you didn't know what the future was going to hold.

You had so little control and it was getting worse. You stood abruptly, going to walk out the door before Price spoke.

"Would you like to speak with Ghost?" You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. With people around, you wouldn't snap on him, but you also didn't want to see him since his last remarks. You really needed to know if you still worked here, or if he was going to force you to become a house-omega.

You nodded, turning around and sitting back down while staring Price down as he made a phone-call. A few moments later, Ghost walked in and sat beside you, but you still couldn't look at him. It was silent for a few minutes, everyone looking at each other, waiting for the first to speak.

"You still have a job here," Ghost spoke up. "I didn't let them remove you, but they won't allow you on missions anymore," he added the last part quietly. You nodded.

You could hear Price and Laswell ushering the Adjutant Officer out of the room, the door closing with a click behind them. Neither you nor Ghost talked for a few minutes, you could smell a certain level of stress on him.

"Thank you," you whispered, glancing quickly at him. He was staring at you, eyes watching your every twitch and shudder. "I'm... sorry, for the other day," you fiddled with your fingers. "I didn't mean to snap at you."

Ghost shook his head, hesitating before grabbing your hand, pulling it close to him and in turn tugging you towards him. You finally turned to look at him, and his eyes visibly softened.

He looked down, then back up to you. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said what I did. Not in the way I did," he tugged you even closer to him, nuzzling into your gland. "I don't regret having you as my mate now, but if I could've changed what I did, you wouldn't be stuck with me making decisions for you now," you leaned in to him, pressing your face into his chest.

It relaxed you, his scent, and allowed you to think much clearer.

"I'm just so scared,"

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#mild angst #hurt/comfort #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #cod mw2 #call of duty #ghost mw2 #no use of y/n #task force 141 #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty x reader #call of duty mw2 #modern warfare ii #reader insert #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #alpha/beta/omega verse #i'm on season 2 of batman now #definitely not beta-read or edited <3 #i've had a migraine all day #mentions of price #mentions of gaz #Maple Syrup

[stararch4ngelqueen]

Dancing in the Dark

(Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 4)

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Time written- 5:33 a.m

Titans! Jason Todd/fem!reader fluff/smut

(Tags: Kissing, sort of fingering/dry humping🔞✌️)

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Jason had woken up with a dead phone around ten in the morning: a small price to pay for talking with his most favorite girl.

A childish giddiness riddled his mind as he put his phone to charge, anxious to call you or see your name pop up with your usual morning text.

However, to his surprise, he was met with a blank screen. No call, no text. For a solid five minutes, he stared up with exhausted eyes at his call history, seeing your name above how long the call lasted.

Three hours, thirty-three minutes, and thirty-five seconds.

A dreadful sinking began in his stomach, a tortuously hot guilt deep in his core. Did he go too far? Did he push you away? This was too soon - No.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, but he pushed it. He just had to push it. Now you’re never gonna talk to him again, are you?

He carried this guilt throughout the dreadfully slow hours of the day. A heavy stir of anxiousness weighed down on his shoulders the longer he went without a call or text from you. He wanted to reach out so damn bad, wanting to call to see if you were okay, then apologize about a hundred thousand times.

He loved talking with you, feeling it as an escape from his troubles of being himself; an outcast in his own supposed home.

He spent a good hour of avoiding his thoughts and emotions by training by himself, beating against his targets and training mannequins until his protected knuckles nearly bruised.

He wasn’t supposed to like you, but you reached out first, saving him an endless amount of self hatred and doubt on his behalf, fueling it up with precarious amounts of happiness.

Now he feels like he made things a whole lot worse by ruining this one special, quite unique friendship he had, pushing past boundaries that weren’t meant to be crossed.

Unless, that’s what you wanted to happen, too.

He had to admit, he was a hypocrite for accusing you of getting off on him last night. He couldn’t help that he found the computer geek attractive when you both first met. Regardless of your indifference towards each other at the time.

He’s spent plenty of late nights and long showers on days he was feeling untroubled enough to think of you, even more so than he was willing to ever admit after getting closer to you.

Time seemed to make his worries grow even worse, especially after a hot shower from his rigorous session. He peeks over at his phone, shoulders nearly coming to a slump at his lack of notifications from you.

A knock comes at his door, breaking the tense chain. Soft taps from none other than your delicate hands.

You stood on the other side after he opens it, looking ever so lovely with an embarrassed glow on your cheeks.

All tension seemed to slip off his shoulders upon seeing you, making a smile grow on Jason’s face. All his worries about your well being, fear of avoidance, and being ghosted dissipated like an ice cube dropped into hot water.

“Hey mama,” he softly greets, attempting to keep his composure.

“Hey.” Your soft tone riddled with enough nervousness and hesitation makes Jason’s guilt slowly return, bubbling dangerously at the bottom of his stomach.

“You busy?” You ask, making him quickly shake his head before further opening his door, silently inviting you into his semi-tidy room.

A pregnant silence surrounded the both of you as you remained standing where you were, glancing around as if to intentionally avoid looking him in the eye.

Jason exhales after a long moment, knowing he needed to break this ice the longer he stared at you. He started it, he had to own up to it.

“Hey, about last night—“

“Yeah,” you softly say to yourself. “Last night.”

“Right,” he nods, swallowing slowly as he maintains his distance, brushing his sweaty hands over his pockets. “Look … I’m sorry. I didn’t intend for it to go that far. I mean it, I’m sorry.”

You stare up at him with doe eyes, a faint aura of surprise coursing through your mind. Jason immediately owned up to his mistake, even if it didn’t exactly feel like one, though it was to be debated. He was taking ownership of it, something you’ve heard the others complain that he didn’t do.

Again, yet another thing the Titans got wrong about Jason Todd.

“I have a question, actually.” You gather the strength to speak up, to Jason’s surprise. Weren’t you going to… walk out on him? Yell at him? He’d stand still so you could hit him with something solid.

Maybe you were, after you understood more of the situation first.

“Sure, what?”

“So, what… what exactly brought it on?”

A short smile involuntarily creeps up on Jason’s face, followed by a measly shrug. He licks his lips before glancing towards the ground, pondering that very thought for a good moment or two.

“I don’t know what to say about it.” Jason goes on to say, smiling a little more towards the ground. “You’re funny, an’ smart. Hella hot, too.”

He goes quiet again, shrugging once more before raising his head. “You’ve put up with me. More than anyone else here bothers to do. So… yeah.”

It just happened. He wanted to finish his sentence by saying, but you understood. Your cheeks blooming from the sentimental compliments.

“So, those roses,” you nervously proceed. “Those weren’t just ‘thank you roses’, were they?”

Jason amusingly scoffs when you mention the flowers, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“No. No, they weren’t.”

Again, Jason still wonders if he went too fast. Part of him wanted to take it all back, break the clock to turn back the arms. It was impossible now, and judging from the looks of you here, especially with your choice of meeting him in his room, he had somewhat good reason to believe that you were somewhat okay with it.

“We can still be friends,” Jason suggests, taking a casual step closer. “Maybe.. a lot closer than the usual stereotype.”

“Closer?” You question, watching him do so.

“Yeah,” he nods. “I don’t see a problem with it. As long as you don’t either.”

It would be very, very foolish of you to believe you could avoid Jason by any means after what happened between you both.

Your cheeks flushed from the night before; all the words he said, the things you’ve done in his awareness over the phone. It was incredible on a hardcore crushing girl’s stand point, but absolutely horrible on your friendship record.

You were both friends, supposed to be friends. The reminder of your bond made your hands tremble, but the recollection of what occurred made your core flush with warmth.

Jason slightly clears his throat before lightly scratching the side of his temple, taking his chance to fill the silence with some desperately required humor. “Y’know, I assumed you’d have had me on my ass right about now.”

“I mean, I totally would’ve,” you sarcastically boast, crossing your arms. “Don’t get me wrong. I just wanted to put all these pieces together first, see if what had happened… if it meant something.”

“It won’t mean anything if you don’t see it like that.” He pitches, his gaze unable to tear away from your rosy cheeks.

God, you’re so pretty. So cute, and quite brave to put yourself in this position.

“Did it mean something to you, mama?” Jason questions before cautiously stepping past your personal bubble, slimming the distance between you both. “You can tell me, I won’t get mad.”

Apprehension steals your nerves, making your throat run dry. You couldn’t help but crave the Jason you talked to over the phone, murmuring such filthy words into your ear through a screen. Things you’ve never considered him saying before, wanting him just as much as you wanted your friend.

Again, another border presented itself to you. This time, with a door behind held open in the center, beckoning you to walk through it.

You’re cute when you’re figuring out what to say. Jason’s smile subtly grew, his eyes scanning every adorable feature of your face.

“It meant a lot,” you finally admit, making him nod slowly after some thought.

“Good,” Jason murmurs, his nose merely inches away from yours, eyes repeatedly flickering down towards your lips with a slow, attractive desire.

His hands ever so carefully caress your sides, giving enough room and chance to slap them away if you needed to. You didn’t want to.

“That’s good, babe.”

His lips slowly settle along yours before you know it, melding against your own with a patient pause, silently pleading for you to accept. You gladly did so, remembering your use of hands as you guide them up to cradle his shoulders.

- -

You both still continued on with this friendship, even if that label was practically meaningless now, quickly washing away with water.

The late night calls and endlessly amusing texts continued, now with the addition of some particularly interesting additions. Full on flirts, pet names, nothing past what you weren’t comfortable with.

Jason kissed you plenty of more times since then, all of which were in precariously different scenarios, randomly falling along the scale of surprise.

During your chances of downtime in private during television commercials, Jason built a habit of catching you off guard via tickling your vulnerable spots, playing into your laughing spell before leaning close, sealing your giggles with a short kiss.

You had to admit to yourself, you often indulged in playing into his interests just for the sole fact of adoring his attention. Which resulted in his boldness shining through in ways you weren’t expecting.

Or, when he simply felt like it.

Most of the time, he just felt like it.

Riskier moments involved him noticing you ‘absentmindedly’ applying lip oil after a few occasional sips of water during your work on the Batcomputer.

You’d catch his gaze from the corner of your eye before giving him an innocent smile, lips glistening with a rosy tint before focusing back towards the screen.

During your work, he’d break your concentration by squeezing along your shoulders. Warm lips graze along your ear, encouraging you to take a break and go on a walk with him, to clear both your heads.

“Jason - Oh my god.” A breathless giggle leaves your lips as your back meets a chilly surface, combating his warm upper torso pressed against your front. A quiet, gloomy, secluded corner in the tower, just shy out of any camera range.

What can he say? He liked the risk, the excitement of sneaking off to steal a few kisses from his favorite girl. Regardless of what you were supposed to be doing.

“Jay, I mean it,” you exhale, your fingers grasping along the back of his hoodie while his lips tease along your soft neck, inhaling your sweet perfume.

“Dick needs me to—“

“Fuck Dick,” he mutters out with venom in his tone, the tightening clutch of his hands on your hips giving a hard squeeze. “Don’t care ‘bout what he wants. You’re mine right now.”

You’ve never seen him so giddy with attraction before. His smiles growing broader, a pleasant flush of color on the apples of his high cheeks. All he had on his mind was you, his pleasant little distraction from his dreadful hours of therapy every week.

Sometimes, that wouldn’t always be the case.

- -

“Babe.” His quivering exhale over the phone worried you to the very bone one night as you tidied up your apartment, getting a semi-unexpected call from Jason in the midst of a late storm.

He wouldn’t say what was going on, too distressed to comprehend anything over the phone, hiding his painfully obvious sobs on his end. Your aching heart couldn’t handle it, encouraging him to come to your apartment, insisting on staying up to meet him at the front door.

After twenty-five minutes, Jason could barely get a hold on hitting his third knock on the door before it pulled out of reach, your warm arms instantly enveloping his rain soaked body at your doorstep.

He clung to you instantly, sniffling nose breathing in the scent of clean, cozy vanilla and fresh laundry. The scents he associated with comfort, with safety.

“I just needed to get away from it all,” his muffled whimper catches along your shoulder, his voice broken and defeated in a way you rarely hear him.

It takes a while for Jason to calm down, but for him, you’d give him all the time he needed. The two of you sit on the ground, backs settled against the couch with mugs of hot drinks in hand, a comfortable silence bathing both your minds as the rain relentlessly batters along your windows.

Bruce, Dick, Hank, the rest of the Titans. His past even, coming back to haunt him in the worst ways. The reasons varied, but he didn’t voice them. You didn’t need him to voice them, you only needed to understand.

His phone rings, slicing through his settling anxieties until he peeked at the caller ID. He hands you his phone, his gaze pleading with you to answer Gar’s concerned phone call, in which you gladly did so. You soothe both your friend’s worries, telling him that Jason was alright, which was the biggest concern on Gar’s mind.

“I don’t feel comfortable going back,” Jason admits after you hang up, his eyes too focused on the liquid in his coffee cup. “Not now. Not for a while, I think.”

You express your agreement by settling your hand along the back of his palm, giving a gentle squeeze.

“That’s okay,” you reply, watching his gaze linger over towards your hand. “It’s gonna be okay, Jason. You don’t have to go back, not right now.”

He stares on quietly, his head nodding in thanks while pondering over various ideas. Your head turns over your shoulder to peer at the couch. No, not the couch. Not for him.

“Y’know, My bed has two pillows.” You proceed to say, attempting to wind up some awful humor to get the tiniest response of amusement out of him.

Jason glanced at you with a puzzled expression, nearly making you stumble on your words.

“Two.” He repeats, still visibly riddled with confusion.

“Well, more like five,” you shrug after quickly sipping some of your tea, trying to save yourself from further embarrassment. “But one of them just might have your name on it.”

His lips slightly curls into a tired smile, accepting your offer within that very moment.

- -

It made the most logical sense to assume that after a hot shower, Jason didn’t intend to go straight to sleep with you in your bed.

He found you in mid process pulling back the blankets and adjusting pillows, bent over along hands and knees over your bed.

You failed to register Jason’s presence behind you after you slip off, turning around with a sudden gasp from the scare.

He smirks, quietly watching your eyes immediately gaze along his shirtless figure, down to where he had slid on some sweatpants.

There it was; those tiny embers of arousal in your eyes that formed when you returned his gaze. A flame whirring to life in your innocent little head, tainted with memories of words he’s told you in confidence, leaving you aching for more.

His towel dried hair clung to beads of water like gemstones, residual droplets rippling down his toned arms and chest.

The front of your sleep shirt grew damp with water when Jason clutches you close by your hips, his lips meeting yours without a second longer of wait.

The height difference, coupled with his physique looming over when he kissed you had you leaning back, your hands slowly bracing against the mattress before you suffer a clumsy fall.

Jason’s forearms braced along the spaces beside your head at first, shadowing over your body like a broad, protective layer once you laid down. A hand grasps along your hip, tips of his fingers lightly trailing along the seam of your shorts before grasping your thigh, raising it up along his side.

“Don’t worry,” he rasps along your ear, picking up on the nervous shudder in your breathing. “I’ll be easy. Just been dyin’ to taste you.”

Your hand quickly grasps hold of his, painfully tense fingers wanting to pry them away from your hip. He paused, his head looming over yours with a noticeably concerned expression.

Feeling guilty, you prepare to say it’s accidental, attempting to intertwine your fingers with his.

“Jason, I—“ You open your mouth to testify, but he gently shushes you.

“No - shit. It’s my bad,” he exhales. “You don’t feel ready. That’s okay, we don’t gotta do anything.”

Damn him for tainting your mind with such erotic promises all before. Your arousal proceeded to get the better of you, despite his consideration on your behalf.

“Is their anything we can do?” Your pleading eyes made him groan a curse out from under his breath. Damn him for his waning control.

He kisses you again, trying really hard to hide his growing smile. Right, you’re his little eager girl, mentally ruined by his never subtle advances.

“We can try something, if you up to it.” He proposes, gazing down on you with a warm, hungry glimmer in his eyes.

“Like what?”

“Something that doesn’t require taking clothes off, but you gotta trust me.”

Chaste kisses lead towards a passionately drawn out make out, bodies shifting in between the blankets. An arm settles around your torso, slow fingers cupping and squeezing your breasts through your shirt.

Your breathing settles from soothing words whispered against your ear, but nothing could settle your raging heart from the fingers that slipped underneath your shorts, teasing along your damp underwear before easing them aside.

Warm slick quickly coats his fingers, a pleased little hum leaving Jason’s throat shortly after.

“Almost feel a little sorry for you. Havin’ to use a toy to get yourself off, babe.” He mumbled between your little whimpers.

His middle finger lightly brushes over your swollen clit, making you wince. Smirking, he repeats the action a few more times, watching your hips slightly tense and jolt.

It was nothing like when you touched yourself, barely managing to stroke along your own clit for a few seconds before the sensitivity grew too much. Jason was relentless, leaving you completely at his mercy to touch you how he pleased.

His fingers pry your smooth, velvety lips open before dipping a finger inside, groaning lustfully against your neck as your virgin walls eagerly squeeze around his digit.

All you could do as his victim was whimper and take it, too embarrassed to beg for more, too shy to reach behind and take him in hand, urging him to fill you.

Jason's restraint on his own vocals grows thinner by the minute, his ragged groans vibrating along your skin as he listens to your eager little virgin hole cry out for something more, begging to be fucked and stretched to the limit. An unabashed excitement at seeing you fall apart from his doing alone was the perfect distraction, muddling his frustrations into dying whispers.

Seeing you as you are, sprawled along Jason's spread legs, hitching pitiful whimpers as he fucks a second finger into your sopping cunt had him seething with arousal. His cock painfully begging to be free from his sweats.

“I bet your tiny hands can’t reach like mine can, but I know my cock will,” he mumbled before kissing you. His thumb draws relentless circles on your little nub while fantasizing about what he’d do to your pussy.

You writhe in his lap, moaning freely against his lips as his fingers buck further into you. Your inconsistent grinding of your ass forced some much needed friction on his cock, angrily throbbing in his sweats.

“Y’think this little pussy is ready to take me yet?” he coos at you, as though his fingers aren’t digging into your cunt and rubbing along your heated walls, crooking them just right as his palm relentlessly stimulates your nub.

“D-Don’t say that,” you pitifully whine, your nails digging into the skin of his forearm.

“Shhh, just prepping you, babe. That’s all we’re doin’ tonight.”

Your hips twitching, your head pressing back against his shoulder.

Jason only chuckled at those pretty, teary lashes flutter when he thrusts his fingers faster, grunting along with your choked moan when your hips buck once more.

“Jason, fuck- oh my God. Please don’t stop.”

He felt himself aching during his slurred words, but he set himself aside. Right now, his main priority was his sweet little Princess getting exactly what she deserves.

“I’m not stoppin’, mama. Y’can count on that.”

#Jason Todd smut #jason todd x female!reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader smut #titans jason todd #jason todd x reader #titans dc #titans #jason todd #idk what I’m doing girl #it’s just happening #titans Jason Todd x reader #titans Jason Todd x reader smut

[shy4turcs]

turcs fingering you in the back seat with all the boys in the car

(I’m mixing these two because I have an idea)

“Stay Quiet” Alex Turcotte

Alex Turcotte x Reader

Summary: After a long night out with the boys, it was time for you guys to head back to the lake house but what happens when there’s not enough seats in the Uber and Alex offers a seat on his lap…

Warning: ofc 18+, fingering, slight degrading, choking

Tags: @drysdalesv (lmk if you wanna be tagged in future fics!)

Earlier that night, you and the guys decided to go to a local bar with a live band. Things were going great at the beginning, except Alex ignored you the whole time, but you let it go and continued with the night. After a few too many, Trevor had become drunk and clingy. He was all over you, not that you complaining. You loved the attention and loved it even more when you caught Alex staring with his jaw clenched, clearly jealous. Whispering to Cole that it was time to go.

Cole called an Uber, and 15 minutes later a black SUV pulled up. Once the driver saw how many people he warned you all that one of his third-row seats was broken, so it was stuck folded, meaning one of you would have to share with someone. Of course the boys grabbed seats quick, leaving just you and Turcs standing outside the car.

"yo y/n, my thighs are always welcome for you to sit on" Trevor slurred while winking at you. Accepting his offer knowing it would piss off Alex, you started climbing into the car and were about to sit down before suddenly you felt hands on your hips forcefully pull you back and setting you on your feet.

"y/n is sitting with me. Let's go get in the back" Alex harshly spoke before getting in and opening his arms for you to sit on his lap, crossing his arms around your stomach and pulling you close once you sat down.

Once everyone was settled, the driver drove towards the lake house, turning up the radio as Wanna Be Your by Arctic Monkeys started. Cole was upfront with Jack, Trevor and Luke sitting in the middle row, leaving you and Alex in the way back covered in complete darkness.

"I don't know why you're acting like this when you're the one ignoring me all night" you scuffed, grabbing Alex's arms and removing them from your body.

"It's almost like your jealous Turcs, we're not even dating" you spoke turning your head to see his reaction. Alex's eyes just darkened as he just looked at you with his jaw clenched, clearly not liking what you said.

"I'm not jealous. You and I both know who you belong to at the end of the night" he said, making your core flutter at his rough demeanor. Instead of answering him, you teasingly grind your hips against him, clenching your thighs to relieve the ache between your legs as you feel Alex growing hard beneath you. Alex gripped your hips stopping your movements, slowly moving his hand up your thigh reaching your soaked panties, and rubbing your clit through them.

"Baby, your soaking, who made you this wet" He whispered in your ear while kissing down the side of your neck. Starting to grind again but this time grinding into his hand whimpering out.

"Gonna be a brat fine but I'm gonna have my way with you and you're not gonna make a noise" he rasped out, using his other hand to choke you to fully get your attention. Slipping your panties to the side, running his fingers up and down your slit before rubbing your clit making you whimper out, grinding harder on his fingers.

“Such a slut making a mess on my fingers in the same car as all our friends” Alex whispered, kissing the sweet spot under your jaw. Alex inserts his middle finger pressing the palm of his hand against your clit. He pumps it slowly in and out, taking it out occasionally to rub a circle around your pussy before plunging it back in. Alex smirked as he heard you struggling to stay quiet releasing soft quiet moans, throwing your head back against his shoulder.

He brings his middle finger out and enters again with two fingers, pumping them in and out of you slowly curling his fingers each pump. He hooks his fingers inside of you beginning to curl them hard and fast, you let out a louder moan causing Alex to smack his other hand over my mouth not wanting to get caught.

You reached your hand back to grip Alex’s hair as he sped his fingers up hitting your g-spot over and over making you clench around him as the pleasure became too much.

“Hugging my fingers so tight, you gonna cum baby” Alex smirked, looking at your shaking body as he ruins you, pushing his palm harder on your clit keeping the same fast pace with his finger. Thank god for his hand over your mouth as you let out a loud muffled moan cumming all over his finger. Whimpering and jolting as he slowly slips his finger out ghosting them over your clit.

“Always such a good little slut for me” he spoke before turning your face to kiss him, bringing his fingers up to your mouth and slipping them in, groaning at the feeling of you cleaning your mess off his fingers. He watches you as he pushes his fingers farther making you slightly gag around them.

Pulling his fingers out, he wipes them in his jeans before fixing your dress. Just as you arrive home, everyone climbs out of the car, all of you going to your separate rooms except you as Alex drags you to his. Shutting the door behind you and pushing you up against it.

"After that little stunt you pulled with Trevor earlier, did you really think I was done with you mhm" Alex spoke harshly, picking you up bridal style and throwing you on the bed making you giggle preparing for the night ahead.

#shy writes! #alex turcotte #trevor zegras #jack hughes #cole caufield #alex turcotte smut

[sempsimps]

lucifer x (fem)overlord reader

uhm so I've never posted anything like this before and tbh idk how its gonna go but the brain rot is too real and i need this out also i should stop writing in class oop- punctuation? never heard of her (sorry if my writing sucks :] )

tags;

NSFW

public

eating out / fingering

bites / small cuts

sexual tension obviously

just a small amount of bondage but its mild

edging if you squint

possessive if you squint (well its pretty clear)

Alastor is kinda a cock block sorry not sorry

it was the week after the extermination and i had been called to a meeting by carmilla and when she sets it we all know that its serious so i had to go and no doubt it was about the most recent events

"i don't want you to go"

ah the authority in his voice would be threatening if he wasn't my husband being the 'the big boss of hell' or whatever silly thing he likes to say but i just smiled and absentmindedly passed him off putting my purse into my skirt pocket if i was looking at him i would of seen the look of mischief in his eyes

"i don't want you to go my love, l-love?"

"uh huh..."

i wasn't paying attention to him as he did the same thing every meeting and so next thing i know i felt his claws on my shirt pulling me down to be face to face

"are you even listing!?"

i smile as i calmly raised my self back up and fixed my shirt

"yes I'm listing to you but we both know i have a reputation to uphold and Carmilla herself asked me to this so its obviously quite important"

i calmly say lucifer wasn't allowed at the meetings as he was the king and had little business in the overlord affairs and i always told him what happens anyway but he was being over protective since he learned Alastor was at these meeting but the devil looked quite disheartened at my comment which made me hurt inside but his smug smile appeared right after it

"I'm coming with you"

"luci you can-"

"they wont even know I'm there"

i looked at him sceptically but shrugged it off as he would do as he pleased oh what a showy dick he was i sighed but i walked out of the mansion before teleporting in front of the elevator up to the meeting i immediately seen Rosie and curtly bowed to her which she responded to in the same manner we both smiled and walked in together i sat to her right at the end of the table my chest right at the table as i preferred to have my arms on the surface soon i seen Alastor walk in and we waved at each other in respect and soon the meeting had started i looked around Carmilla at the head of the table talking of the recent extermination Zestial next her as well as her daughters i didn't know the overlords across of me but they seemed.... nice Velvet at the other head to my right she must be here instead of Vox because of the media fight that happened ha classic Vox always a sore loser and Rosie to my left and Alastor to hers i always admired their bond the meeting droned on for a while becoming background noise my mind wandered to my angel and thinking about what he meant no longer did i have to think as i felt a claw end gently tap my knee i leaned back slightly to see my daring husbands hand at my knee i raised my eyebrow at it face not showing much emotion 'the fuck....so that's what he meant be being here with me and not being seen too ooohh i get it aw cute'

"--- are you okay?"

"mh yeah I'm fine sorry Carmilla continue sorry"

i moved myself back to where i was feeling rather embarrassed now but not because i got called out like that even though that was awful but its the fact i now feel lucifer's hands tease me from under my skirt it was long enough as it reached my shins but it also made pretty good cover for lucifer to roam and tease with his hands i thought his intention was quite cute 'cant go one hour without me I'm flattered but seriously now? here!?' his claws lightly brush against my skin the edge grazing across my thigh leaving a feeling like a paper cut i felt his feather light touches moving closer to my core i reached down with my hand under the table to lightly move his hand away in response i had a light nip at my leg my eyes widen in slight shock at this i knew the king was quite risky when it came to this but this was a little far...... but I'm not completely complaining too much i felt his head push between my legs and i just did the same thing reaching to his face and pushing him away lightly to stop him but i felt his smile as a light kiss was placed to my skin i thought nothing of it and placed both my hands in my lap but that was a mistake i felt a light pressure on my wrists i looked down to see a golden glint around both of my wrists 'that handsome prick' i couldn't believe he would abuse his magic in this way but oh well i guess im in too deep now i felt his sly smile on me and he teased me with his tongue now licking some parts and lapping at others i could only bawl my hands trying to act normal in the meeting 'of fuck has anyone noticed this' i glanced around no one cared at all all to busy doing there own thing or listening to Carmilla, lucifer continued the secrete attack and i let him opening my thighs over so slightly and i held in a squeak of surprise when i felt the end of his claw gently move the fabric of my underwear to the side so he could move his fingers inside of me my breathing got quite heavy and my pupils dilatating as i zone out of my vision and focusing on not making a sound in front of my collages or "friends" lucifer's fingers teased my entrance only lightly slipping in to test me his other hand rubbing circle's on my skin while his head rested comfortably on my thigh enjoying the torment i was in i was so out of trying not to make a noise that when his movements twitched and halted i was back into reality and i quickly knew why as i moved my eyes over to Alastor his gaze lingered down for a split second before he spoke in that stupid radio sound

"--- my dear you all there? you seem distracted"

his voice carried a sinister lint to it sending an uncomfortable chill down my spine

"uh y yeah im alright"

carmilla looked at me and i bowed my head in apology

"sorry"

'fuck did he notice what was going on shit fuck fuck-' i was brought out of my panic nearly jumping out of my skin when i felt a particular harsh bite to my upper thigh clenching fists from the pain my eyes going blurry as i try not making any noise lucifer's possessiveness was showing through and i could feel the slow trickle of blood form from the bite lucifer eagerly lapping it up as an apology 'prick there was no cause' i understood the rivalry but my thoughts were directed to another 180 as i felt his fingers penetrate me slowly before ramping up the speed of them being cautious of the sharp ends but as i was starting to feel pleasure they left but soon replaced with his hot breath and forked tongue doing wonders the small licks driving me insane my legs slightly shaking at the contact he was relentless in eating me for all that i had i finally slipped up letting out a small quite strained sigh i felt lucifer's smile from between my legs 'that sweet sly smug fucker aaaa!' the slightest touch he gave to my clit made my thighs close around his face in shock but he just softly opened them again at this rate i wouldn't last i gave another glance around the room and seen Alastors eyes snap away from me his ear hair thingy twitching 'oh fuck he knows' i didn't have time to think as lucifer's relentless tongue kept at my body i was getting closer and closer to the edge his skilful hands tracing patterns along the bites he placed on my skin edging closer to my core coaxing my body to release my nails digging into my palms i was so close to finishing but everything stopped i freeze at Carmilla's voice

"this meeting is over thank you all for coming to listen to this matter we will meet again next week to discuse the same topic hope to see you all there"

my saviour i really didn't want to cum here of all places 'thank fuck holy shit too many close calls' just as i was about to stand up i felt how shaky my legs were all of the other overlords had already left leaving me behind with-

"my dear are you alright? let me assist you it seems your having trouble"

oh that stupid voice again filled with smugness Alastor wrapped his hand around my arm assisting me with walking out of the room

"oh Alastor you don't have to im fine really-"

"oh nonsense and i insist"

his voice got sinister quickly as he led me out of the room i held in a groan i was so close to finishing that it hurt to move so i excepted my fate as he walked us to an elevator but then my stomach dropped lucifer always waited outside for me and his not so friendly rival was basically hand in hand with me 'oh shit' the elevator moved down and i seen my husband waiting i attempted to loosen Alstors grasp but he held firm and the see through door opened to look at a more than pissed of king looking at Alastor with a death glare

"hello my love how was the meeting"

lucifer was acting as if he wasn't there he was talking through his clenched teeth still looking at Alastor as he asked the radio man let go of my arm and i awkwardly walked over to my husband and as i did i could hear him snarl lowly his hand wrapping around my waist

"cant keep your hands to yourself deer?"

"cant keep your nose out of someone's business? wouldn't want your own trick to backfire"

and with that i grabbed a hold of lucifer teleporting us back to our room before he started somthing on the street...again

i didn't really know how to end that but i hope it was okay this is my first ever fanfic that I've properly written so sorry if it sucks idfk

-semp

#hazbin hotel fanfic #my writing #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #lucifer x reader #first post #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #first fanfic

[scoobydoodean]

I was looking at @angelsdean's tags here and it just got me thinking even more about the subject of how Dean tries to get Sam to build relationships with other people.

A popular fanon image of Dean is that he's jealous any time Sam has friends. The Dean we actually watch onscreen displays an eagerness at multiple points to connect Sam with people whose company he might enjoy. One of my rewatch tags is themed in part after Dean's eagerness to connect Sam with others and his willingness to accept parting ways if Sam wants to part ways. But I also want to explicitly connect this with the fact that maybe some part of Dean (though what he sees of Sam's college life is also somewhat of a facade) IS jealous—at least according to Shifter!Dean in 1.06 "Skin":

See, deep down, I’m just jealous. You got friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I’m a freak. And sooner or later, everybody’s gonna leave me.

Even though Dean DID feel jealousy, and he DID feel alone, and he resented Stanford partly because it represented things Sam got to have that Dean did not get to have, Dean did not actually want to take Sam's normal life and happiness away as some consolation prize that might soothe his own open festering wounds. Additionally, having John and Sam together with him and being a family again was the one helpless, hopeless path forward Dean saw to heal the emptiness and loneliness he felt. But he did not then take those feelings and allow them to manifest in the negative ways portions of fandom regurgitate.

If you actually watch what happens on screen, instead of just absorbing whatever narrative about gets spit in the brothers faces, you will see that Dean spends much of season 1 trying to get Sam to connect with someone—anyone—to put the hunt and revenge aside and just let himself get to know someone—and not just as some casual one-night stand or easily forgotten fling—he suggests "We could stay" in 1.07 when he sees how Sam and Lori have connected. He tries to get Sam to maintain a relationship with Sarah—to begin cultivating more than some missed opportunity at happiness. It doesn't matter to Dean if the person even likes Dean. He repeatedly teases Sam about his attraction to Meg in the way big brothers do right after she told him she thought he was a horrible brother who was bad for Sam (in a bid to manipulate Sam and Dean, which Sam—though not Dean—actually saw right through!)

Each of these relationships Dean pushed Sam toward represented the start down a trail that ends with Sam and Dean once again having no relationship, and Dean absolutely 100% knows this. He knows, because Sam did not speak to him for two years, despite us getting no indication that they had any specific falling out moment like John and Sam did. ("If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?") Dean knows, because in 1.16, when Dean says his wish is for them to be a family again—Sam says "You're going to have to let me go".

Normal™️ to Sam is a state of being where you do not speak to your brother. Maybe because you worry about him too much when you do. Maybe because it reminds you of the part of you that IS a hunter at the core and you don't want to be confronted with that part of yourself every time you talk. Hell—maybe it's because he's a pain in the ass! It doesn't matter—it's a reality they both know: For Sam, relationships represent Normal™️ and Dean does not fit into Sam's vision of Normal™️. And Dean tries to get Sam to find that happiness again anyway!

#pk rewatches spn number ? #In which Sam is not a helpless little waif with his hands cast over his eyes being carried along by the tides of the immutable sea #sam the hunter #season 1 #the flannel business #sam and isolation

[quodekash]

guys jokezo just made out and now they have to share a bed together. just chew on that for a bit.

NO, DON'T GIVE ME THEM SITTING ON A BUS

GIVE ME WHAT HAPPENED WHEN THEY HAD TO SLEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED IMMEDIATELY AFTER THEY MADE OUT

👀

(they made out last night btw)

(just in case anyone forgot)

(and then they had to share a bed)

ass x7

also zo is fully just not doing anything lmao

everyone's pushing with all their might and zo is just 🧍‍♂️

FUIWEBSDGIOUVEWJBOGD

oh the desperate thigh grab

yeah, im with him on this, they need to talk about it. especially about how they had to slEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER THAT

welp. I guess joke's day was just ruined in a slap to the face disguised as a few words

AND THE WAY HE TAKES HIS HAND OFF ZO'S THIGH AFTER THAT????? OUCHHHH

I must say tho, this is really giving episode-6-of-bad-buddy

its very patpran-post-rooftop-kiss-core

the vibes be gay and yearning and very very sad

OKAY, THE MOTHER, FINALLY

a few things to say about her

1. she's gorgeous

2. DAMN she is SHORT

3. I was rewatching the first four episodes yesterday and today because I could, and I noticed in the first episode, zo asked his friends to not tag him in photos they took at the bar, because "I don't want my mum to see"

but my question is... why? he's just out drinking with friends, he's an adult, he's not being irresponsible or anything, so why doesn't he want her to see the photos?

is it something to do with what his mum thinks of him? is she overbearing? does she have high expectations of him? does she kinda suck?

she's probably lovely though, and ill end up adding her to my list-of-fictional-parents-to-get-adopted-by (it's a very long list)

I guess we shall find out today as the episode progresses

oh, honey, you're so queer

the amount of times ive done exactly this

she's so short its hilarious omg

also: ive decided I love his mum

she's so sweet

and neither of them know how to use a stove and I think that's so hilarious and endearing

HSDHSHFSHDHHS

(also: this scene is making me think of akkayan at aye's house having a meal with his mum and rhbgdhjgb)

he's putting two and two together

the few braincells he has that aren't dedicated to debating are whirring in his mind

I can practically hear his thoughts

"he kissed me back... he wants to talk about the kiss... we went on two dates together at his suggestion... he showed up at my house and charmed my mother... he says I have secret admirers..." cmon sweetie youre so close

"WAIT, DOES HE LIKE ME?" omg honeybun you did it!

or maybe he didn't do it

maybe he was still shuffling the pieces in his brain but hadn't put them together and then his mum said something and distracted him

either way: that was hilarious and I want to high five dunk for his acting there

HIGH EXPECTATIONS, I KNEW IT

still love her tho

high expectations suck but she seems wonderful so far (obviously my opinion will change if the circumstances do (like if it turns out she completely sucks) but for now she's made it to the adoption list)

brb, gonna go cry real quick

well now their thumbs are making out

you see, I understand the things he's saying. and I honestly agree with him. if I were ever somehow put in his position, id probably say the same things.

HOWEVER, I just want my bl boys to kiss again and be happy and together and I appreciate the realism over the usual fantasy kinda situation we go for in bls, but I just want them to kissssss

this is very good advice

I hope that jokezo kiss again this episode

also AAAGBRDHFKBG JENGPOK CRUMBS

YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO'S LOSING THEIR MIND OVER JENGPOK AGAIN

BERIUFDJKGBEORPVFD

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

SHUT UP

SHUT UP SHUT UP

IM NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING

FHEWSDGFVESDV

THIS IS TOO FUNNY

im gonna start crying soon

its so funny

help me

girl is worried

I know this is what jeng told you to do but is during debate club really the right moment

im so certain that she ships it

awwhhhhh

HE SAID IT

HE SAID THE THING

AAAAAAAAA

hell yeah

GOUERJLHDGOBIERVLDNF

AAAAAAAAAAA

IM SCREAMING

THATS IT??

THAT'S THE END OF THE EPISODE??

THEY DIDNT EVEN KISS

OR ADDRESS THE FACT THAT - and I can't stress this enough - THEY SLEPT IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER FULL-ASS MAKING OUT

omg next episode is gonna be amazing

I can't wait

gekjrdsbfd I love them so much

im like 70% certain they're gonna kiss next episode so fingers crossed

ALSO NITA DEFINITELY SHIPS IT

anyway. that was good. I should go to sleep now

#quodekash's unhidden agenda to watch hidden agenda #hidden agenda #hidden agenda series #hidden agenda the series #jokezo #zojoke #pokjeng #jengpok #joongdunk #aouboom #aou thanaboon #boom tharatorn #joong archen #dunk natachai

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Hi! I saw your tags about Tara in Teen Titans comics--I'm only familiar with the cartoon series. How do your feelings about Tara compare in the show vs. the comics? I ask since I noticed you mentioned that Tara never really cared about BB, which I think is obviously changed in the show, and I wonder how you feel about that.

They're both good? They're both good! I think one thing people forget about comic book characters vs. adaptations of comic book characters, is that comic books were always intended to be a collaborative medium that builds on itself through the work of multiple authors and interpretations. Thus, you can have multiple versions of the same character who have the same core but don't really have to be exactly the same. This is why it is kind of silly when people get upset animated adaptations make changes from the original source material because that's kind of the point, in a collaborative medium, you're going to get another author's take on the same character.

Since you asked I can give you an analysis on the core ideas of Teen Cartoon Terra vs. Comics Terra, and also her relationship with Beast Boy in both versions.

1. GWEN STACY

So, I once talked about how Terra was always intended by her creators to die, but that's not necessarily offensive or fridging her character because Terra's still a character with a lot of narrative agency. Terra is the main character of her story, it's just her story happens to be a tragedy. That is true for both versions.

Before the start of the story her fate is sealed. This is what you call doomed by the narrative. George Wolfram and Glen Murakami have both given interviews explaining as such. Albeit, for different reasons.

Comics Terra was essentially made to deconstruct a lot of comic book tropes. I lovingly call her "Asshole Kitty Pryde." From conception she was going to be the spunky new kid with mutant powers who joined the titans at fifteen and immediately became friends with everyone... except she was evil all along.

George’s strength was he also understood the characters 100 percent as I did so there was never any question. He knew. We had talked enough about the characters to know we were exactly on the same page with them. So I said, “Everyone keeps complaining that we’re like the X-Men” and the X-Men had just gotten Kitty Pryde. I said, “Why don’t we really screw around with them completely?” — this is the fans — “…and make them think we’re stealing Kitty Pryde only she’s gonna be bad from Day One.”

Of course this is where authorial intent differs from like, what actually ended up happening in the story. Worlfram's intent was to always make Terra have no reason for her actions, the tragic backstory she feeds the teen titans is kind of embellished and made up, she decided to become a mercenary all on her own, she wants to work with Slade and is even trying to seduce him. However, Terra still comes off as horribly tragic despite their intentions and other authors have since then picked up on their subtext.

Like, I genuienly think the intention was to just write her as pure evil, but instead what they got was writing her as a bad victim. That is, the kind of victim that presents incredibly unsavory and unlikable reactions to their abuse instead of either being kinder than their abusers, remaining pure and chaste like Cinderella or just waiting to be saved. Terra's not a passive victim nor is she waiting for sympathy, she hurts people the way she has been hurt, she maipulates the way she has been manipulated. Terra's been beaten down and now her goal is to come out on top. I believe the reason why she came out this way has a lot to do with Perez and Wolfram sticking to their guns and never giving her a redemption arc.

The very first time we see her, she’s trying to blow up the Statue of Liberty. It’s just that all the fans assumed because we went out of our way to make her cute — but not too cute, with the buck teeth and everything — everyone would assume that she was gonna become good by the end and that was never the case.

First thing, we made a promise that day that we would never renege on our view that she’d never become good. It’s sometimes hard to do that with characters you like. You want them to become good or something like that. But we never liked the character enough—because we knew what we were doing with her—we never allowed ourselves to fall for the character. Because that’s bad. That’s bad storytelling. You’re doing what you want as a fan at that particular point, not as the creators. The fans had to accept what we were doing and not do the same stories that they had read 14,000 times before. You know, at Marvel, Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch were villains who became good guys and I could go through a whole list of ’em.

Their commitment to the bit meant that Terra’s story became what was essentially Greek tragedy at that point. Terra was always fall and because of that, Wolfram and Perez dedicate a lot of time in the story showing the audience exactly what all of her flaws are and why those flaws are the reason for that fall. They committed to their creative decisions when writing this character, which is why Terra ends up being such a strong character, especially for the time. Of course there were female villains, but they weren’t really allowed to be complex victims to the degree that Terra is, have her entire range of negative traits, have her flaws fully on display and then still have it be a tragic ending when she does not get saved. 

Gwen Stacy was always going to die, and Terra was never going to be redeemed. I do not believe either of those cases are fridging because sometimes characters die in fiction, and sometimes they contribute more ot the story dead than they do alive. Terra’s the first real loss for the Teen Titans, it also came on the cusp of a time in DC where teenage superheroes and sidekicks started to die (Cough, Cough, Jason Todd). Under the Red Hood and Judas Contract are such effective and lasting comic book storylines because they are such tightly written tragedies  yes... both of them depict a bad victim who does not get saved (even though that is the whole point of both arcs). 

Terra is in fact, probably more comparable to Under the Red Hood Jason than she is Gwen Stacy because she is number one a teenager with problems who probably should not have been made a superhero in the first place, and two a trauma victim who copes by manipulation and violence to try to reclaim control of their lives. But, to bring the Gwen Stacy comparison back. Gwen Stacy was always going to die, Terra was always going to die, but unlike Gwen Stacy Terra is not anyone’s love interest she is the protagonist. Peter Parker fails to save Gwen because the Green Goblin attacked her, she was killed to hurt Peter Parker. Terra pulls the arena down on herself and buries herself alive in Samson and Delilah-esque fashion at the end of her own personal tragic arc. 

To get to the real differences between the two characters though, characterization wise, I think both versions start with the same central concept, this is a troubled teenager who should never have been made a hero. 

Terra is a deeply troubled teen, however the way she copes in both versions are wildly different, almost opposite. I like to say cartoon Terra has like, at any moment five different personalities, while comics Terra has no personality. 

2. Runaway Girl

To elaborate on this, cartoon Terra’s entire character revolves around how unstable her sense of self is, due to never having any stability in her life. The cartoon is actually very purposeful in showing in both imagery and metaphor Terra’s splintered sense of self. The first few lines of dialogue introducing her are this. 

“She’s not in trouble, she was leading it into a trap.”  “Question is, who is she?” Slade: “Don’t get too attached my young friend, I saw her first.” 

Said by the Titans and then Slade. Even in the first lines introducing her, not only is the question of who she is asked, but Slade immediately tries to claim her from the titans. Later on in the show, the way Terra acts around the Teen Titans as a group, the way Terra acts when she is with Slade, the way Terra acts when alone with Beast Boy, the way Terra acts when alone with Raven are all wildly different versions of herself, to the point where it’s hard to believe she’s the same girl sometimes. 

This is even apparent in the first episode before Slade even gets to her. Terra insists that she enjoys sleeping outside, she enjoys running from place to place, she doesn’t really want a place to stay for the night, she’s presenting herself as some sort of self-reliant and worldly traveler instead of what she really is, a homeless runaway kid. Terra is attempting to appear calm, cool, and responsible and she is absolutely none of these things, and she’s pretty transparent about it too. She cool girls herself so people will like her. The second she is alone in Beast Boy and loses control of her powers for 30 seconds, she immediately crashes, starts berating herself and her self esteem sinks to the bottom of the ocean. 

Trust, is something constantly brought up again and again with Terra’s character though I would say Terra despite literally being the main character of an arc called the Judas Contract, despite betrayal being the one thing she is known for... always sees herself as getting betrayed first. Which is why she overreacts to the perception that Beast Boy broke a promise to keep her powers safe in the first episode. Terra doesn’t trust people at all. Though, to trust people and form healthy relationships with them, you actually have to be a fully developed and well-rounded person which Terra is not. Terra is basically a foster kid who has been through several families before this, waiting for her current one to dump her. She has interanlized the idea that there is something wrong with her that makes this rejection happen, but she doesn’t know how to fix it, or how to be better the kind of person that can have those healthy friendships so she dedicates herself into hiding those flaws instead. 

Terra: You don’t belong with the Titans. Terra: You don’t know anything about you. Slade: On the contrary Terra, I know everything about you. I’ve been watching you for some time. I know why you’re always running away. I know your secret, little girl.

This is also why she runs from the Titans to Slade. It’s a question I see commonly asked about cartoon Terra, if she’s meant to be more sympathetic than comic books Terra why does she willingly go to Slade instead of staying with the Titans? Which is a silly question, because you might as well be asking why do grooming victims get groomed? Why don’t they just know that groomers are bad people?

Teenagers are not grownups. Especially not Terra, a bastard child rejected by her parents who has been on the run for however many years. Terra is a teenager and a severely underdeveloped teenager at that, and she has learned to survive on the streets yes, but that’s not really the same as learning to be a functional person, who can have healthy relationships with people, and control their emotions. Children actually require parents to nurture and teach them and raise them up to be more functional adults, and they also require the stability adults in their lives provide them. 

Terra goes to Slade because he is an adult who is promising to be there for her, and give her control and stability which are things adults in her life have failed to give her. She can’t trust the Titans to give her these things because they are children one as Slade needles her into believing they cannot understand or help her, and two the way Terra has lived her life up to this point a transactional relationship with Slade makes more sense to her head than the found family the Teen Titans have based on love and trust because Terra is a stranger to both of those concepts. 

Terra is also someone who has little control over her life in general, which is why cartoon Terra is so passive in comparison to comic book Terra. In the episode Betrayal itself, Terra keeps her foot in the door about the actual betrayal the whole way, and seems to change her mind on what she wants several time. Because Terra has five different personalities. Ginger Terra, Sporty Terra, Posh Terra, Scary Terra, and Baby Terra. Terra doesn't have a cohesive sense of self so she's entirely reactive, she just does what she thinks will keep her safe in the moment. Terra wants safety and control of her powers so she goes to Slade. Terra feels guilty about what she does for the Titans so she tries to run away from Slade for the moment. Beast Boy asks her out on a date, but because Terra's betraying the Titans that night Terra says no. Five minutes later, Terra says yes. She is constantly changing her mind and contradicting herself like this.

Which is where we get to the greatest contradiction this episode, Terra betrays the titans and clearly feels guilty about it,b ut instead of say telling the Titans what she did or coming clean she just runs away. Which is where we get to the extremely subtle imagery of Terra in a house of mirrors.

Terra can't face her reflection over and over again, because she can't face herself, because she has no sense of self. She doesn't know why she does these things, but she's done them now, and she's stuck with those choices.

Terra: Beast Boy, I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen. Beast Boy: Then why did you let it? Terra: I don't know okay, I don't know. Slade he helped me. He saved me from myself. He said I owed him. Beast Boy: So, it was all just a game. You were just pretending. Terra: No. You said you'd be my friend no matter what, remember?

This is also Terra's most honest display of remorse, and the exact moment Terra gets rejected, crying and begging for forgiveness for what she's done and after that is the point where she goes full villain. Terra goes from baby Terra, to Scary Terra. A lot of who cartoon Terra is born from fear of moments like this where she is rejected. Terra was the one who tricked Beast Boy and Beast Boy is rightfully upset of course, but in Terra's mind only able to see her own hurt feelings Beast Boy is the one who broke the promise to her. Terra internalizes the fact she cannot be forgiven at that point and seeing no other recourse goes full villain and insists she feels no guilt, she wanted to destroy the titans to begin with, it was all a lie. The complete inversion of how she acted in the betrayal episode. Terra is manipulative, spiteful, hungry for power and yes she's capable of being all of those things but one important thing is.

The second, the second Slade starts mistreating her and beating her Terra immediately wants out. It turns out it's not power or control Terra wanted at all with Slade, but the idea of safety he provided her. The moment it becomes unsafe for her she tries to leave again, because Terra is a child desperately seeking safety in a world that feels unsafe for her, and she'll find it by crushing people she perceives to be a threat if she has to.

That is Terra in a nutshell, she doesn't feel safe anywhere, or with anybody. She has no stable foundation. She is the human embodiment of the tower card in Tarot. No matter how hard she tries to trust others and trust in return, because those are basic human urges we all have, she ends up falling down. It's interesting for a character who is so famous for betrayal, how much of her arc shows she clearly wants to be accepted and trusted by others, and gets hurt at the idea of their rejection. Even the day she literally betrayed Beast Boy before taking him out on a date she asks him this.

Terra: Do you trust me? Beast Boy: More than anyone I've ever met.

I would say Terra's inability to trust doesn't come from the fact she's a bad person or a bad victim, but because she doesn't have the tools to form healthy relationships because of how seriously neglected a child she is. A part of the tragedy of Terra is because Terra cannot save herself, because she is a child. Just like how the Titans have such difficulty saving her, because they are children too and they're not really emotionally prepared to save a person as morally grey and as in need as Terra, and the only adult in the situation is Slade who is there to take advantage.

Transitioning too. Comics Terra, while cartoon Terra has too much personality, Comics Terra has too little. She was written to be a sociopath, and that's not really my term that's how the writers describe her though I can dig up evidence she shows clear signs of being capable of having attachment to people. I'd say rather than a sociopath she's more written as an enigma. Terra's motives are spurious, her actions are inconsistent, she seems to be driven by spite. She is an incredibly angry kid with a chip on her shoulder who seems to be capable of anything.

Cartoon Terra is trying to play along with other peopel's expectations to her, while comics Terra rejects everyone's expectations. She loathes cute teenage girl superheroes. She finds dressing up in costumes and fighting crime to be ridiculous in the first place. Though, I would say despite saying she clearly hates the titans, literally the next panel she displays some affection for Kid Flash.

Comics Terra isn't completely unfeeling, she's capable of forming connections to people, she has a fondness for Geo-Force her brother, Kid Flash, and sort of for Beast Boy she just never fully forms relationships with them.

Terra's not really even maintaining much of a cover with the Titans, because both with Slade and the Titans she is a rude, belligerent raunchy kid who is trying to constantly get into other people's faces. Terra is all of those things, she just when she is alone with Slade also pretends she is an adult, in an adult relationship with him. (Cough, cough, grooming victim. A victim of sexual grooming in this sense too).

Terra's written to be a sociopath yeah, or at least her writers tried too but I'd say she's more a character who the audience has little to no idea what is going on in her head. A lot of her is left ambiguous. Considering her backstory though, the rejected bastard of a king, someone who is working as a mercenary at fifteen, she clearly has not had a good life. Just like cartoon Terra she is lacking a sense of self.

However, instead of eschewing her agency, Terra takes her agency from other people. Cartoon Terra is good at manipulating when she wants to be, but Comics Terra sees the world in terms of every relatonship is transactional and based on manipulation, the world is winners and losers, the world is about who is on top and who is on the bottom. Terra lacks no real goal, or purpose, no friend, no home no loved ones she really only wants to crawl up on top of others if she has to.

Which is exactly why she gets into a relationship with Slade. Comics Terra seems to think her and Slade are equals, and that she is manipulating and using him as much as he is using her. The tragedy in this case arises from the fact that you know, Terra is a fifteen year old girl and Slade is three times her age.

There's an entire chapter where we follow around Terra montiofring people with contacts, and she's going about the titans daily lives just, telling Slade how much she hates them the whole time, but then she stops to ask Garfield why he's constantly being rude to other people and seems genuinely interested in listening to him talk about his feelings.

Terra's only out for herself, she is out to define herself and not let anyone else tell her who she is and who she should be. Terra's selfishness makes sense though considering the situation she is, she's either made to feel nothing like how she was with her family, or she is being sexually groomed by a guy three times her age. Her response to that, her extreme self interest and only caring about her own survival really is her way of fighting back against a world that she sees as trying to wear her down.

And that's a key part of her character Terra is a grooming victim who is also a bad victim. She's being groomed and her way of reclaiming her agency is to insist she wants sex, she wants to hurt people, that actually she's the one manipulating Slade. It's all Terra trying to assert control in a situation where she has none. I don't know if you know this, but a fifteen year old can't manipulate a guy in his fifties who has been doing this for years. Terra also, projects a lot of her hate for her situation and her lot at life at the Titans.

They did not do anything wrong to her, but at the same time she's pretty cosntantly unhappy with them, she complains none of them like her, she complains about their lack of trust, I believe that's less Terra trying to infiltrate them and more Terra herself either believing she cannot fit in anyhwere or as a person who only believes in transactional relationships and manipulation just not understanding how family works.

Terra also acts like dangerously unstable at all times, there's a point in the comics where Beast Boy gets way too aggressive with his flriting, that he full on triggers what resembles a PTSD response in her and she tries to bury him alive.

At times like this when Terra is made to feel she's either not the one with the power here, or being looked down upon she asserts herself with violence to desperately try to regain control. It is not healthy by any means, but it is still the behavior of someone who is coping incredibly poorly. Terra relies on fear and control to make herself feel safe at times like this, because she's not been shown love early on in her life and by this point she genuinely does not understand it. And also I cannot emphasize this enough as a victim of sexual grooming, Terra is pretty much not ever safe, or in a situation where she has bodily agency or control.

Terra in the cartoon dies in a heroic sacrifice, whereas Terra in the comics dies because she loses control of her power and essentially suicides. If anything the tragedy here is that Terra is someone who never learned to be a girl properly, nor was she appreciated as a human being and because of that she formed her entire sense of self around her powers. She is a child, and never having been allowed to be one, and not knowing how to live in this world, form relationships with people, trust and be trusted she dies as a child. Terra once again has nothing solid to build herself on, and because of that the tower falls down.

3. Terra and Beast Boy

In the cartoon Terra and Beast Boy are clearly meant to be in a relatoinship, in the comics Terra claims to have hated him all along, but arguably she could have been fond of him.

In both versions the relationship is entirely wrong headed from the start. A lot of it has to do with Beast Boy's flaws as a character. I wrote on and on how immature of an individual Terra is, and Beast Boy as the youngest on the team shares many of those immature and selfish traits. IN the comic itself that seems to be the reason why Beast Boy and Terra are paired together, they are the closest in age, she is the new girl and the trope Terra is made to deconstruct is the cute comic book love interest.

Comic book Garfield is almost more immature than cartoon Garfield, and on top of that is a full blown male chauvinist. A lot of people do not like Wolfram/Perez Beast Boy, I kind of love him because he doesn't understand woman's boundaries and thinks he desperately needs to get into a relationship and makes them uncomfortable because he sees his flriting as harmless to them... you know like a teenage boy. Unlike most characters like this that appear in media, this quality of Beast Boy's is something that gets called out on all the time.

Terra and Beast Boy do have something in common in that they are both outsiders to the group, they are the youngest so no one takes them seriously, they are almost always stuck together, there's a scene where they're both getting tutored by a tutor Garfield's rich father hired and they're both such ADD kids no one wants to be there. She does have at least one genuine moment of connection like this one.

Their immaturity is what makes them the most similiar, but they go about the inferiority they feel towards other people in opposite ways, Terra sets out to try to prove that she is better than other people by asserting herself, while Beast Boy tries to bend over backwards to win their love.

Terra sympathizes with Beast Boy because they share the same root cause of the issue, but they cope in opposite ways and because of that she looks down on him as just another kid. Which is something Terra is desperately trying to prove she is not. Terra genuinely does go out of her way to kiss him which shows this conversation at least affected her, she has moments of being genuine around Beast Boy, but I think this and every version of Beast Boy is too immature to ever reach her. Because to return to the male chauvinist aspect of Beast Boy's character, not long after this scene he full on triggers Terra by coming on way too hard to her.

Beast Boy wants a girlfriend, to validate his feelings, to make him feel special when he feels like he is the only kid, and the one most often left behind in a group of adults. He tries to make Terra into his love interest and Terra does not want to play that role at all. There are moments where Terra is genuine with Beast Boy, and he might have been able to reach her, but Beast Boy is so obssessed with the image of Terra he has built in his head and the idea of having her he's never able to even come close to her.

Beast Boy cannot understand Terra with any sort of nuance whatsoever, because she's a woman who doesn't really want to play along with any image of her in his mind.

Their cartoon relationship is much less destructive, but really suffers from the same fundamental problem. Both the episode "Terra" and the episode "Betrayal" feature Beast Boy trying to make Terra a promise that he cannot keep. The first time he promises to keep her powers a secret, he actually keeps that one but the perception that he's betrayed her is what makes Terra run. The second time Beast Boy promises to accept her no matter what she does, only to reject her when she is openly weeping and apologizing at his feet out of remorse.

Like, if you wanted to save Terra. To convince her to turn back to the side of good there was never a time more ideal than that but Beast Boy spits in her face. Because while he's a hero he's also a fifteen year old boy feeling hurt and betrayed. This is Beast Boy's Orpheus turning back to look at Eurydice moment.

Terra: Beast Boy, I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen. Beast Boy: Then why did you let it? Terra: I don't know okay, I don't know. Slade he helped me. He saved me from myself. He said I owed him. Beast Boy: So, it was all just a game. You were just pretending. Terra: No. You said you'd be my friend no matter what, remember? Beast Boy: Slade was right, you don't have any friends.

Beast Boy's attraction to Terra is sort of instant and a kiddie crush, but any relationship they might have had is broken by the time Terra runs away at the end of their first episode together. Afterwards Terra has already betrayed the Titans, and Beast Boy is clinging to the girl Terra appeared to be the first time they met.

Beast Boy doesn't really fully comprehend Terra, which is why the literal last episode of the series is Beast Boy stalking Terra all day long and insisting that he knows her best, and he knows certain things about her and acting confused when she tells him that she was never that way, she never liked sleeping outside, she wasn't the girl he thought she was.

I went to great length to show how Terra's emotional immaturity results in her constant flip-flopping and contradiction, but Beast Boy shows the exact same behavior. Beast Boy in the cartoon tries to play roles to Terra that he is not emotionally mature enough to play. While at the same time. The first is he tries to be the one protecting her, the one guaranteeing her stability. In the first episode he is the one who stays with Terra and calms her down after Slade triggers her into nearly causing an earthquake.

At the same time by the end of that episode he's unable to make Terra stay because she's so hurt at the idea he betrayed one secret. Beast Boy is also the same person who one episode ago told Terra that she didn't have any friends to her face when she was crying and apologizing and just left her there, and the very next episode gets angry when the titans say Terra is irredeemable. Beast Boy that was you. You said that, to her face.

Beast Boy: Terra, you're our friend. Terra: I don't have any friends, remember?

Beast Boy wants to act like a hero saving Terra, but he's not that great of a hero, nor is he emotionally mature enough to do that. Which is why we get this behavior of Beast Boy, first reaching out to save her, and then resorting to victim blaming when he feels like he can't save her. He jumps between I am Terra's best friend, I know she was there all along, to just Terra doesn't have any friends. Terra you wanted to do these things, it was your choice. There's no consistency in Beast Boy's actions, because Beast Boy doesn't really know what to do he is vulnerable and desperate, because a person who he cares about has hurt him, and is also hurting.

Beast Boy is once again trying to put Terra into a simple and easy to understand box. He is acting like the hero of the story, and she flips between his villain and his love interest when that's not the case. Terra's more focused on Terra herself, she cares about Beast Boy but she's also just trying to survive. Beast Boy is a little bit too focused on his relationship with Terra, and like the validation he wants to get from her that he can't look at Terra as a whole person, or realize from an outsider's perspective she's a kid in dire need of saving. Well he does at times, but like I said he flips between advocating for never giving up on her, and victim blaming her because Terra is not easy to understand and he cannot make up his mind.

Terra is the main character of her own story and Beast Boy doesn't know how to comprehend her that way, or set himself aside to look at things from Terra's perspective because he's fifteen and stuck inside his own head with all those adolescent feelings and hormones.

In both versions, I think Beast Boy mistakes what could have been a strong friendship for romance because he is obsessed with getting into a relationship without really understanding what that entails. Beast Boy not being a good boyfriend at fifteen is actually perfectly understandable, the whole tragedy of the Judas Contract in general is that just like Terra is too immature to save herself from her situation, the Titans also just being kids are too young to save her.

They also both try to jump into a relationship without building a solid friendship first, because they both need love and stability and have no idea how relationships are supposed to work. It's like they both fell in love with the people they were when they first met and the relationship never evolved. They are similar and there is a connection, but rather than the things they have in common bringing them together, it drives them apart.

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Yandere! Akaza x Fem! Demon slayer! Reader (Ch 2)

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(Since you wanted to be tagged in chapter 2! You got tagged!)

TW: Gore, yandere behavior, perverts, blood, swearing and attempt of suicided.

There are no AU's in this fanfiction, unless you want to include Akaza being a Yandere as an AU then go ahead!

In this one there will be mention of making out, but that's all! nothing more then that! Since it is- ... Well- You will figure out when you read it!

I also will not have everything the same as in the anime or manga, I have never read the manga before so don't expect much about the manga- Since I have never ever read it-

And before you know- Donut Kyojuro happens, it will be Kyojuro x Reader. But then Akaza x Reader happens- Just to make things clear on that note- It's kinda like a KNY x reader- But mainly Akaza x reader- Idk- Just like that-

!I ALSO HAVE NO CLUE WHAT RANK TANJIRO, ZENITSU, INOSUKE, KANAO AND GENYA ARE SO I'M JUST GONNA SAY THAT THEY ARE- KINOTOS-!

!AND I AM MAKING THIS ALL UP BC I'M TO LAZY TO WATCH THE WHOLE MOVIE AGAIN SO I AM MIXING UP THE FORMS- NOT ACTUALLY BUT I'M NOT USING THE ONES FROM THE MOVIE!

!AND I'M CHANGING A LOT OF THINGS IN IT SINCE I'M A VERY LAZY PERSON- ... NO JOKE- ... BUT- ... YEAH- YOU WILL FIGURE OUT WHILE READING!

Your eye shot open, looking down at the girl that was pinned down to the ground with your Nichirin blade. You knew you wouldn't have done this on purpose so you thought she was gonna attack you. Or something, then you see a little girl hitting Tanjiro on the head then sees Kyojuro choking this girl like how you had the reflexes... You walked over to Kyojuro, holding the girl by the neck, then looking at the ground to see a weapon, you walked over, lifting your blade up from holding the girl, you bent down, knowing the attack she attempted to succeed in doing which failed since you were the second highest rank in the demon slayer corps, and also trained by one of the first girl Hashiras, Mitsuri Kanroji, and didn't want to put her training to no use, bending over the girl, standing up and pinning her to the ground after avoiding her attack, smiling at her like you didn't do or almost get attacked, in that one chilling tone, you looked at her with a smile no one would have thought would scare someone so much that they would shit themselves. "My my!~ You are a tough one! I'm impressed you are working with a demon!~ Let alone you are a human! I would have never thought I would see the day! But here you are! Underneath my blade, you know? If you were a demon, I could decapitate you right. Now..." "But since you aren't and I'm not allowed to do that since you are a human and we aren't allowed to hurt humans, I shan't... But... If you tell me about the demon, I will let you walk freely, unless you want to end up like..." You move the girls head around forcefully to the girl that was currently getting strangled by Kyojuro, while moving her head you almost make it fall off. "Her..." "But... It's your choice of course!" "So, what shall it be?" You let go of her chin forcefully, not liking that she betrayed humans and is working with a demon... "I- I will tell you! J- just don't hurt me!" "Okay, I won't! But it's weird how you choose a demon over humans!-" "I'm gonna tell you now, okay!?" The girl tears up, feeling the impact of her neck being turned around so forcefully taking action. "Go on then...~ Explain!~" You look at her, not knowing about this side of you, you were thinking about what could have made her want to do this. "The demon is lower moon one! H-he can control dreams, he wants us to collect the spiritual core! He promised us a pleasant dream if we... Destroy them! J- just please don't hurt me!" The girl begs on the ground. "Hmmm... - Hah! I wasn't gonna hurt you at the start anyways! Not like someone called Kyojuro... But!- Have a nice life! Tata!" You turn around, running away, then climbing onto the roof since that would be the most understandable place for the demon to be at.

"Ah~ (Name)-chan; what a lovely surprise!-" "Shut it, I don't care about anything but the fact you bribed them to help you by giving them a 'Pleasant dream' which I would call... Black mailing...~ Huh?" You smile at lower moon one. "Wow! I shouldn't underestimate your skills at figuring out stuff, huh? (Name)-chan! Become a demon, and you will be able to be smarter, stronger-" "No thanks! I'd rather die by a demon then actually become the demon that kills and ruins joy and hope for others, it's just wrong for people to ignore others feelings! I'm sorry but I could never stop or ruin that for others like they did to me!" You look at him with more hatred then you have towards the other demons you killed. "Wow! You are a human that never wants to give up their humanity huh? Impressive! I would never have thought that of you! But... Shall we dance our way to victory?... (Name)-chan?" You get shivers down your spine after he said that, you never felt that way before... It was freaking you out that a low ranking demon made you shiver on the spot, but you quickly got into the position you would usually start a fight in. "... Gladly~" "Then let's start!" You were the first one to make a move, leaping towards him, moving your blade to the right angle, to decapitate him. "Sakura breathing: .... Fourth form: .... Sakura pit: .... (Last name)'s charm!" You moved around him quickly, but not quick enough, making slashes go forward, to his position, but he avoided them with such grace, which almost made you actually want to become a demon if he was that graceful... But you snapped out of it, with rage you almost, let out another attack until Tanjiro came out of the trains carriage. "(Name)-san! I'm so glad you are oka- !!! LOWER MOON ONE?!" Tanjiro looked at the anger- Well, the dead smile on your face, just like Shinobu's, but you smelt more angry, angrier then he ever smelt anyone before! It was impressive how you hide it that much, but there was no time for that, he had to help. "Water breathing: Fourth Form: Striking Tide!" Tanjiro performs a multitude of slashes in a flowing fashion to release multiple consecutive slashes. Unfortunately you and Tanjiro definitely underestimated him. "Tanjiro-kun, do you know if Kyojuro-kun is awake? He could be some help" You look at him, still making random slashes at the demon, not focusing on one thing, but two at the same time. "And what about the others?-" You get cut off by lower moon one, putting you to sleep, thankfully you knew how to wake up, by killing yourself, you did so, even in the bathroom you swore you'd never go in again... "Rengoku-san is still asleep-... And the others too-" Tanjiro looks into the distance, then remembering.. "What was your 'dream' ?" (Name) never replied, which made Tanjiro worry, the fact that she was never the person to ignore anyone worries him a lot, but... It wasn't his fault... It was THEIR fault.. "This really isn't the time Tanjiro-kun!" (Name) took a deep breath and lunged towards Lower Moon One in such speed, he kept trying to make her fall asleep but she kept killing herself, it was painful but she kept getting used to it. "SAKURA BREATHING: SEVENTH FORM: BROKEN PETALS!" (Name) made multi-slashes rise towards the lower moon one, at different sides, successfully cutting his head off, but...- Not like any other demon, he was still alive, not turning into ashes, but... He combined himself with the train, (Name) looked at him in utter fear, not knowing what the hell he was doing. "Ah...~ (Name)-chan~ The world isn't... heh... That easy!~ Not like... Saving and trying to see your beloved but dead family again!~" You'd look at him with so much hatred, you couldn't hide the anger you held, you let it all out, revealing it on your once unchanging face, now ager written all over it, now even an inch was shown with the love and happiness on your face, it was all the anger you could hold without, hopefully, going absolutely crazy, out of your mind actually!

"How dare you talk about my family like that! I will make sure I'm the one that will take your head, and make fun of you!" Tanjiro looked at you in shock, but he wanted to help too, so he took out his sword, dashing towards him. "Water breathing: Sixth Form: Whirlpool!" Tanjiro twists his body, using his blade to perform a fierce whirling motion which generates a whirlpool of air to shred apart anything caught within its current like a giant sharp blade. Its effect and efficiently is enhanced underwater, where Tanjiro can draw water around his weapon to create whirling currents enhance his slashes, sadly, for you, you... Well... It was pretty noticeable in your expression, you showed emotion... But oh boy... It wasn't going to be the only time you did so... "Tanjiro! He must have merged himself with the train! Everything in it including the people, is his body, his source of food is the people in it, we need to find his actual body structure!" You looked at Tanjiro showing no emotion yet again, fighting the anger on your face, keeping calm like you were always told to do by the men. "Smart girl~ About time you figured out!" Enmu looked at you, the worm like neck of his slivering around in the air, up-right. "Tanjiro! Do you think you'd be able to keep attacking the worm thing, I think it might take away some of his strength! And I'll find the actual body!" You said, getting ready to turn around and go looking for it. "Okay, I think I can do that! Please just try and wake the others up though (Name)-san!" Tanjiro looked at you, then starting to attack the worm thingy again, after you run back inside the train, to see a girl fighting the other skinned worm things, but this time, they had no heads, you suspected it was parts of his body, you quickly ran over and started slashing at them, the girl looked at you in pure shock and admiration, she never met you before, but she could just recognize your voice from the way you look, you were the girl that met her friends and Onii-chan, she wanted to help because she could see your arms getting weaker and weaker by every hit, she signaled to you to go and do what you were going to do from the start, you noticed it was the cabin Kyojuro, Inosuke and Zenitsu were supposed to be in, but they weren't, you soon figured out they have woken up too and are probably fighting different parts of the train right now, you nodded and went back to your main goal: Finding the main body. You quickly found Inosuke, but he said he was going to help Tanjiro make it weaker so it would be a little easier for you since he called you 'weak' which you weren't, but you knew that's the way he was, so you carried on your way, until you see Zenitsu, asleep, and fighting another part of Lower moon ones body that was the train, you just knew he would be quick because he was a thunder user, so you just thought he would go all around the train making sure the people didn't get eaten since that was the demons main goal. You kept on going until you bumped into Kyojuro, he was fighting another part, so since he was one of the mature ones, you started to explain, he nodded then let you continue what you were doing at the start, he wished you good luck and hoped you'd find it quickly, encouraging you like: "If you kill him, that means you will become a Hashira since you would have killed a member of the twelve kizuki!" or "It's very brave of you to fight alongside a Hashira, not many people get that chance, but if you find the main body you will become a Hashira and make that chance even stronger then before!" You felt really better by him saying all of that, so you continued on your way, until you heard thunder coming from the other carriages, you supposed it was Zenitsu going around them and helping the girl. Looking back at it now, you were glad you stopped, since you found something that looked very promising, you looked around and then you found something that might be a clue!... Or the actual thing...

"My my!~ (Name)-chan is very fast! Ahh~ What a good thing!~ She must be fast then when I'm inside her~-" "Oh!~ She is close to finding it!" Enmu smiles, while being inside of the train, he tries to capture one of the humans asleep in the train, but he gets stopped by you slicing that worm thing, then creates to much weight on one side, flipping the whole thing over so it fall off the tracks, making the demon useless and weak. You fall over, cover your mouth since it was bleeding, the impact you used and pure willpower, was far to much for you to handle, but just remembering the pain and suffering that came upon you when you lost your family, it would be like that on Mitsuri and Kyojuro... Maybe even the three and the girl... You didn't want that, you went around seeing if the people were okay, the impact made them all wake up, you sadly broke a finger, but that wasn't enough to stop you from doing your job. Once you met up with them all again, you sensed a strong presence come from the forest, you became very stiff from it, Tanjiro smelt it aswell since he was the one that could smell almost everything, then... A... Demon... Came out... You knew he was definitely stronger then the Lower moon one, that's for sure, but... He kept looking at you, like he was reading you... Like a book... You were very uncomfortable... Until, you read his eyes... Kanji written in them... "Upper moon three!..." You look at him in fear as you say what is written in his eyes. You quickly take out your Nichirin blade, holding it in the stronger position, you were taught a lot of positions to be in, like: The flexibility one, or the speedy one, the list could go on and on! "Hah! Darling!~ I don't fight women... You have taken my interest! The fact you didn't hesitate to point your sword at me like that! Very... Well... On going... I'll give you this offer! Become a demon Darling! Fight along side me, or... We shall be on opposite sides... And in the end... You will die to the hands of another demon... I'd hate for that to happen... So, what shall it be?.." You look at him in pure shock, Kyojuro doing the exact same, he wouldn't- ... He couldn't let you become a demon! You were the first one he loved... More then a friend... More then a normal family member... Tanjiro was so confused at why demons would ask a demon slayer to become a demon, but yet again, normal humans are not as strong as demon slayers, since they don't have a weapon or breathing style. Kyojuro quickly stood in front of you, the demon looked at him with anger, the way he had the audacity to block his view of his future wife like that! He could see the faint flushed look on your face, which made him even more angry, but gave him the more point to kill him... "Huh? Who may you be? And why are you blocking the view of my Darling?..." Kyojuro's aura becoming less innocent and becoming more angry, and-... Well... A menacing aura...

!SORRY IF IT WAS SHORT! !AND I HAVEN'T BEEN UPDATING LATELY- I PROMISE I WILL MAKE THE NEXT CHAPTER A LOT LONGER! !BUT TY FOR READING!

#Yandere! Akaza x Fem! Demon slayer! Reader #Akaza #Reader #Yandere #Doma #Kokushibo #Hantengu #Gyokko #Nakime #Kyojuro #Tanjiro #Zenitsu #Nezuko #x reader #Inosuke #Daki #Gyutaro #Mitsuri

[landinrris]

This is gonna get super long so sorry in advance but I wanted to put it out there that I would pay real good money to know what Lando and Martin's friends think of the whole thing.

Like on Lando's side you have his lifelong friends who are his safety bubble who he spends all his time with, he always tends toward his close known circle rather than throwing himself into a ton of new friendships (Carlos being an exception but the teammate bond plus the covid bubble was a big accelerator there and of the group only Sasha really seemed to embrace that friendship, the others even mock it at times). And since he's been in F1, they've watched Lando gradually start to be more outgoing and lose some of his shyness but its first half of 2022 and he still clings to their bubble, even now he has a serious gf. Also he lets them tag along on nights out with people like Max Verstappen so they're all happy with that. Then come Summer 2022 there they all are on their traditional yacht vacation this time in Ibiza, and Lando takes them to meet a famous DJ that Danny Ric has helped Lando to get them backstage at his gig. They know Lando's getting into DJ'ing so they likely don't think much of it beyond cool, we get to meet Martin Garrix.

And then pretty much from that moment on they would have watched Lando throw himself headfirst into a new friendship with this DJ, going to stay in his hometown after just a few weeks, they see this dude buy Lando a DJ'ing set up even tho he barely knows him, then Lando checks out early from their annual winter Dubai trip to go on vacation with the DJ taking only Martin K with him, he starts hanging backstage at this DJs shows and before his buddies know it they find they've been more or less ditched during any F1 breaks except for the odd bone of a week of attention here and there thrown their way. I remember Fewtrell in early summer 23 on a stream bemoaning with Connor about how their yacht trips no longer happened and Fewtrell was like it will again, I've had words, and I've never heard anything that made me think "ha you'll be lucky" quite so fast. I also remember Fewtrell trying to bring Martin up on stream once when Lando was staying at his, must have been like Feb/March time, Lando mentioned learning to produce and Fewtrell made a comment like 'oh is Garrix teaching you' a little sarcastically and Lando just went 'yes' and shut the conversation down in an instant, like he was saying no, you don't get to go there and Fewtrell's face was a picture, he looked like a kicked puppy for a second before remembering there was a camera on him. They also see Lando getting adopted by Martin's close circle of friends and him adopting them in return. And then having been ditched most of the year, Lando's group find an about turn this winter when Martin actually goes on vacation with them for once and they're permitted to get to know him, before they then watch Lando head off to be glued to Martin's hip for more or less the entire rest of the winter break.

And then on Martin's side you have his lifelong friends who yes have become friendly with some other people around him who Martin's good friends with, they know Danny Ric from when Danny goes to Ibiza and they've gotten to know Max over the years, but here Martin is in late 2022 suddenly parachuting this young F1 driver he's only known a handful of weeks right into their Amsterdam world, not even Ibiza but their hometown. They got to know him in that time I guess, and then just as suddenly Martin is going on vacation with this dude, making an effort to fit spending time with him into his hyper-busy schedule. Lando even makes another visit to their hometown mid-summer. And then come end of Summer 2023 they are all on vacation together in Ibiza, Lando is staying with them in a villa there and they have adopted him to the point he's part of their core group celebrating their birthdays. (As an aside, I can't help but think they must have spent much more time with Lando than we know prior to Ibiza 2023 for him to be staying in a villa with them and them calling him family at that stage and for Lando to look so comfortable and at home around them. There has to have been time they have spent with Lando when he has been with Martin that we have no idea about for them to consider him part of their group that way).

Then this winter they've not only watched Martin be essentially glued to Lando's side for a vast majority of his free time and going on vacation with Lando's close circle but have also been witness to their entire carryon, things like the matching clothing, the vacation couple postcard pics etc all of which seems quite out of character even for someone as affectionate as Martin is. Like I've only followed Martin since he became friendly with Lando but I don't see him doing this kinda thing with anyone else. Thinking about it, his friends have likely been witness to their carryon for a while if those loud shirt & shorts combos from Ibiza were anything to go by.

I'll end this now as it's got out of hand (Sorry!) but I really truly would love to know what both sets of friends thoughts are on it all. Like I wonder if they all just realized gradually over time the way things were going or if they've actually had moments of sitting back and going wtf??!!

While I love the idea of an outsider's pov on the insanity of the trajectory of Lando and Martin's relationship, I hesitate to make it sound like Lando's older friends are leaches or that he's abandoned them, and that's something they feel spite for.

Lando did spend time with Max F during the first bit of Summer this year, and I believe Tom was in Ibiza at one point. He's had dinner with Max and Pietra and Pietra's family a few times. We've also seen them together (Tom specifically) in Monaco a few times during non-race weeks with a few of Lando's newer friends. As practically lifelong friends who find themselves on different career and relationship paths, it probably takes a bit of adjusting to changes in plans (e.g., Lando and co not going on the yacht this year).

Meeting someone new and involving yourself with their friends to the point where they become your own doesn't necessarily mean you drop your childhood ones. Sometimes friend groups don't mix and you do different things with each one.

I'm sure both parties though recognize how important each of them are to each other, especially when Lando is so firm with his boundaries and not wanting to talk Martin up. Martin bringing Lando into his group and introducing him to everyone in itself seems to be a very pointed and powerful stance on what he thinks in the first place. It is indeed a little crazy to think about when you stop moving for a minute and let your brain run.

#sorry anon i didn't mean to unload on you about the slight anti-lando's-older-friend-group tilt but I've received a few messages now that #are very negative towards them that I likely won't answer. 1) because I don't really want to sell my blog to that kind of q&a #and 2) my feelings might be complicated on him and some of them but I trust lando's sense of judgment and he still hangs out with them #they wouldn't be so involved in quadrant if he didn't. so this is me just kind of lightly building my own boundary when it comes to slaggin #off that group in order to prop lando and his relationship with martin and co up #ask #lando #martin #norrix

[dreamcorechild]

[Friends opening would play.]

So no one told you life was going to be this way.

Your job's a joke, you're broke, you're love life's DOA. [Starring Muzan Jackson]

It's like you're always stuck in second gear, [Kokushibo and Akaza]

When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year. [Doma the Dumbass]

But, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour. [Kaigaku.]

I'll be there for you, like I've been there before. [Gyokko]

I'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too. [And Gyutaro, Daki, and Nakime.]

[The song finishes once all of them fall into the fountain. Muzan scurried his way out, completely soak and wet.]

Muzan: "That was a stupid idea..."

Akaza: "Oh come on. At least we all manage to take part in it."

Doma: "Exactly! You were enjoying yourself out there."

Muzan: "Did not!- Whatever. It is a good thing that all of you are here... Well.. Minus the Hantengu brothers but.. Who needs them."

Kokushibo: "Thats not nice."

Muzan: ".... You were never nice to me Kokushibo."

Kaigaku: "Hey! You leave master out of this!"

Akaza: "Lets just get to the point. Muzan."

Muzan: "Ah yes.. I think now is the time for us to confront this Y/N person, and ask her why she thought it was funny to use a small boy as her spy..."

Akaza: "Oh.... Were doing that.. Well."

Muzan: "Dont tell me your declining this offer!"

Akaza: "I cant okay!! I have to take Koyuki to the doctors.. Her fever is getting worse.."

Gyutaro: "Well, if your taking your fiancé to the doctors.. Whats gonna happen to the child.. It isn't safe for the boy to be all home alone."

Doma: "I love that movie-"

Muzan: "Shut up Doma."

Doma: "ITS THE TRUTH. YOU SHOULD WATCH IT, ITS A GOOD MOVIE OKAY!!!!"

Nakime: "But no, Gyutaro is right.. Sonny wouldn't be able to fend for himself incase any other demons would discover him in your dojo, Akaza."

Akaza: "Drats.. Your right... God dammit, what do I do?!?!"

Kaigaku: "Maybe he can tag along with us-"

Kokushibo: "No. Its to dangerous for the child.. We must lend him to someone for them to look after him while were gone... Muzan, you did say that upper moon 4 wont be joining with us today.. Didn't you?"

Muzan: "That is correct..... Wait... Kokushibo your a fucking genius!"

Kokushibo: "Wow, first time that you appreciate me."

Muzan: "I always appreciate you."

Kokushibo: "Since when?"

Muzan: "Since now... Forget it.. Give me the child, you fuckers wait here.. And Akaza, you can piss off to the doctors."

Akaza: "Thanks, I guess?"

Doma: "Just dont do anything bad Muzan."

Muzan: "I wont. I was never that heartless."

Daki: "Not even the Kamado family?"

Muzan: "..... We dont talk about them."

[The man set off, Akaza followed him so he can collect his wife who was bed bound and frail to the core. Sonny replaced each towel with fresh water. Dapping it on her forehead to balance out the temperature. The sliding door opens to his surprise. Causing the young lad to scurry away into the corner.]

Akaza: "Glad to see you nursing my fiancé little one. I Admired that gratefully."

Muzan: "Yeah yeah. Move it along basketball head. Sonny, come with me this instant"

Sonny: "???"

Akaza: "Thats not how you say it Muzan.. This is how.. Sonny. Muzan is gonna take you to the Hantengu brothers. They will look after you for the day until we return. I promise you that they wont conflict any harm or Assault you.."

Sonny: *Nod*

Akaza: "See Muzan. Thats how you convince a child without forcing them. I would praise you for that but due to what bullshit you have afflicted on us.. I wouldn't say that anyone would applaud you for it."

Muzan: "Oh shut up. Just take your stupid germ spreading wife away from me!!!"

Akaza: *Sarcasm* "As you wish.. My lord and savior, Michael-"

PUNCH!!!!!!!

[Sonny wasn't to fond with the demon lord. Not only is because of his temper and compulsive behavior.. But he sure didn't forget the threatening words he said to him with such snarly tone. Muzan refused to look at Sonny when the child was face up and eye contact to him. He scoffed.. Why was he in charge of taking this cretin to the infinity castle... Why cant the other bozo's do it themselves.. After all.. Its was his solution and honor to do it.. So it could be a 50% that it was his fault... Nonetheless, Muzan dragged the vulnerable corpse to one of the sections of the castle. He let go of his arm, banging on the door impatiently.]

Muzan: "SEKIDO! AIZETSU! KARAKU! UROGI! ZOHAKUTEN! OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR NOW OR I WILL EXECUTE YOUR ASS WITH MY 2X4!!!!"

Zohakuten: "Uahhh!! lord Muzan, I'm coming. I'm coming, jeez fricking Christ!!"

[Out of all emotions. Zohakuten was the only one who worships and serves as Muzan main upper moon 4. He bowed down to the lord which he responded with a grin. Zohakuten smiled. Finally praised and refined from his harshly lashing out personality. Muzan shoved the boy to the Demon. Demanding him and his brothers to keep an eye on him, His crimson eyes glowed when he said that. Stunning Zohakuten.]

Muzan: "Don't let anyone know about his existence.. Its a secret for us demons to keep.. Not share with any other stranger in this Barbarous world.."

Zohakuten: "Don't worry my lord.. We will do as granted of your commands!!!"

Muzan: "Thank you Zoha... Take care kiddo."

Sonny: "...."

Sonny couldn't get to say goodbye. By the time the lord was finally gone.. Zohakuten took one look at the child, Now alone. He lead him inside where one large zone was only for upper moon 4. The settings was off a modern style apartment.. Sonny wasn't like any other children who run around and knock over things.. He was different.. Mainly if doing so his body would hurt badly by the bandages rubbing on his wounds.]

Zohakuten: "Brothers. Come over here, we got a guest thats gonna be staying here with us!"

[No one heard that.]

Zohakuten: "Brothers! Get over here right now!!"

[No one heard that as well.]

Zohakuten: "Do they even have ears... GUYS!!! A FUCKING HASHIRA IS HERE!!!"

Sekido: "A hashira, where?!?!"

Urogi: "OH boy!!!! I ca-... You lied!! There is no Sword slaying murderers!"

Aizetsu: "Was this a false alarm or-"

Karaku: "Awwhh man. I was really dying to play with one of them.. A demon to be precise!"

Zohakuten: "No! I only called you guys here because!-"

Sekido: "Because of what?- Oh you got to be kidding me..."

[The hantengu brothers and Sonny stared at each other.. Not one of them made a sound. Not one of them moved.. Sonny was shaken up a bit by this sudden ordeal.]

#demon slayer #aizetsu #sekido #karaku #urogi #kokushibo #akaza #douma #gyutaro and daki #kaigaku #nakime #muzan kibutsuji #gyutaro #daki #kimestu no yaiba #demon slayer fanfic #zohakuten

[ghost-bard]

The Revali Rant

Fun fact I’ve actually gone on this rant before but it was... 7 months ago and I was half asleep and on the bus when I wrote it so actually I’m gonna do it again cuz i can :) 

also @flustered-flux @initforthecache @godmodebeginswithlesbians @bonethievery @https://www.tumblr.com/brennaauragoldwing @caligulousaquarium @barnabyboppins @rudecanadian (idk if you wanted to be tagged rudecanadian but you did ask why he lost so)

Disclaimer I do not care if anyone dislikes Revali, like I truly do not care lmao. However I do get annoyed when the fandom dissolves the champions to like. One core trait. And especially when Revali is just. Mean/weak bird. It’s annoying lmao

That said, lemme get into it. 

As a whole Revali is pompous, he’s mean, he’s full of himself, he knows how good he is. But none of those negate the fact that yeah, he lost to Windblight Ganon. However, there are two things that a lot of people tend to look over when talking about this. Each champion is caught off guard, and in one of the memories you actually see this happen. Zelda and Link come back from a shrine with Zelda once again unsuccessfully gaining her power, and as this happens, the “final battle” starts. None of the champions were actually able to prepare for their fight, and further more I don’t think any of them were ready to fight a version of Ganon? Like do people forget that the other champions died to, or is it fine that Revali died because he talks himself up? The second thing is that each Blight was tailored specifically for each of the champions. Again, Revali was not the only so called great warrior to die, they each were up against an unfair fight. Further more, before I get into the true disadvantage that Revali had, I would like to mention that (and correct me if I’m wrong) in a dlc you can go back and fight each Divine Beast and you get something similar to what each champion fought with, you can truly see, that once again each champion was not prepared to fight. But even then, you may be wondering, why was Revali at more of a disadvantage than the others? They were also caught unawares, so why was Revali different?

Well, let me answer that.

Revali was fighting Windblight in the dark, and the Rito see much worse in the dark, and I know it sounds like I’m stating the obvious, but as a whole birds just can’t see at night, and the Rito have awful night vision. He could not see anything while fighting Windblight. He only got glimpses of Windblight whilst fighting him, pair that with him being unprepared, and it’s already a bad situation, but then we have to get to Windblights skill set. 

He is able to send out tornados which would be able to knock Revali out of the air if he were flying, which is very likely, and once again, he could not see them. Revali is a very skilled warrior, obviously, but I don’t it’d be all that possible to try and hit a moving target while also trying to dodge multiple tornados, while also not being able to see. It seems very unlikely actually. Then there’s also his projectiles, if you are unable to see properly, probably will be unable to know where the fuck a projectile is hitting you from. There’s his lasers, which shoot out very quickly, and guess what? If you don’t see it quick enough you’re probably going to get hit. Regardless of the fact that each champion was fighting something tailored to beat them specifically, Revali also had to do it in the dark.

Despite all of this though, I feel as though it’s unfair to always talk about how easy Windblight is when Waterblight is also incredibly easy. In fact so is Fireblight! The reason why Thunderblight is so difficult for most people is because of similar the Gerudo and Hylians are. They are the most similar in build, so of course a ganonblight that was tailored to Urbosa’s weaknesses is going to be the most difficult for a Hylian. And of course, each person is different, so to some Thunderblight might not actually be that hard, and that’s fine! But it is important to note that all the champions were up against something tailored to their weaknesses.

And the most tragic part? Revali was the last to send out his distress signal, which was basically the signifier that the champion was about to die. In each of the divine beasts songs when you get close to them you can hear morse code intertwined with the music that spells out s o s. And Revali’s comes out panicked. Everyone knows just how proud of a person Revali is, and for his signal to come out like that is just plain sad. 

And even then, you don’t really hear that much about Revali in the base game. He is not as remembered as the other champions, he just simply isn’t. When you go to each area, you can very easily tell the mark that the champions left on history. The Zora live for a long time, so a lot of the people you meet at the Zora domain have some sort of image of Mipha, she is so clearly remembered it hurts, in a bittersweet way. In Goron city they literally have Daruk’s face etched into the mountain. In Gerudo town Urbosa was literally their leader, so it would be difficult to forget her. In fact in each area except Rito village Link is accompanied by a direct relative of each Champian. Sidon in Zora’s Domain, Riju in Gerudo Town, and Yunobo in Goron City. Revali does not have a single direct descendent. Revali is not truly remembered by anyone. Teba is simply the one who takes Revali’s place as protector of Rito village. Revali did not have anyone. He was young. He lived and died as a warrior. All Revali had was a ledge. Nothing else.

Which brings me to why I think Revali acts the way he does. Now of course, I will be the first person to admit that yeah Revali is mean. But does anyone who makes this very obvious criticism of him know why he is so apparently mean, self-centered, ect, ect? 

Because I truly believe that that Revali and Link are foils of each other in some form. Link and Revali are very similar in theory, both notable warriors who train day-in day-out. They both aren’t in any form of leadership when brought in to help with the calamity. Revali was an extremely trained person, and in the dlc cutscene when Zelda goes to recruit him you can see that Revali had not actually perfected his gale. His ability was not something handed to him through being royalty, or simply because he was born. He MADE his gale. He literally practiced everyday, more likely than not injuring himself in the process. Revali is a perfectionist, plain and simple. So, in a way he sees himself in Link. Link is a warrior. Link was not someone who was all that special. Except then he, a nobody warrior suddenly became special, simply because he pulled out a sword from the ground. Revali acts so pompous because he knows how much he had to work himself to the bone to actually be someone. If he can’t at least put on an act of confidence than who is he in comparison? Yes, Revali was likely the most powerful warrior in Rito village, but how much of his status do we actually know? Do we know how revered he was? With each champion we clearly know why Zelda picked them, Mipha had an amazing healing ability, was also a princess, Urbosa was known to be an excellent fighter, like people compared her fighting to dancing, she could quite literally summon lightning, and she was also leader of the Gerudo, Daruk also a known fighter and has his magical(? you get what I mean) protection. Revali was in all honesty just a warrior. He wasn’t known for his ability because he had not actually perfected it in yet Zelda went to see him. In the dlc you can read his diary and it reveals that Revali was insecure, painfully so, and the anger directed at Link in game is in part because of Link’s silence. He writes in his diary that the fact that Link simply wouldn’t react to anything he would show him just fed into his insecurity, which caused him to lash out. We see that to most of the champions he is just confident, plain and simple, but when it comes to Link he’s more than just confident, he’s demeaning, but Link never reacts. 

Was Revali in the right for how he acted to Link? Obviously not, but at least there’s a reason for it. In each memory we can clearly see that throughout the time that the champions spent time together no one ever really asked why he acted the way he did. None of them attempted to get close to him (except maybe Daruk but that might've been his personality), they all pretty much tolerated him. Despite this he was still able to work with them. It is apparent that beneath all his snark, Revali did care, at least a little bit. 

Revali died without anyone truly caring about him or knowing who he was, and that’s just the truth of the matter. 

Again I do not care if someone dislikes Revali, but sometimes it gets annoying that so many people in the fandom seem to hate him for no reason other than being mean. Then again I’m the one getting pressed about a fictional character so who am I to talk lol. This did go from talking about revali v windblight to talking more about his character but its fine, i still p much got what I was trying to say across so like yknow.

I feel like I could say so much more about him but at some point it goes from a bit of an analysis to headcanon so I won’t lmao. If you read this far, maybe check out my revalink fanfic “When the snow melts, will you still be with me?” on ao3. Also, if anyone would like to know my headcanons for Revali (and all the other champions of course) uhh let me know lmao

the dlc i mention a few times is the Champions Ballad dlc, in case anyone wants to look it up

Also, links to 2 vids I reference https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ti3qY2AeFo0&t=278s this talks about Revali v. Windblight Hyrule gamer also made a vid about how Revali acts but I have yet to watch it 

https://youtu.be/B1FJp9WISGQ this is so you can hear the sos signal I referenced at some point 

#botw #loz botw #legend of zelda #legend of Zelda botw #breath of the wild #botw link #botw revali #botw mipha #botw urbosa #botw daruk #botw rito #botw zora #botw goron #botw gerudo #revali #breath of the wild link #breath of the wild revali #breath of the wild mipha #breath of the wild urbosa #breath of the wild daruk #botw sidon #prince sidon #botw teba #botw yunobo #botw riju #legend of zelda tears of the kingdom #god ive gone on this exact rant so many times revali simply doesn't leave my head #like he refuses to leave #can you tell that revali is my favorite champion lmao #like sometimes its annoying to look through fandom stuff and its just.

[freelanceexorcist]

I tagged one of my moots, but is it OK if I complete this myself? No? Too bad, I did.

FFVII spoilers and absolutely obnoxious length under the cut.

Character: Sephiroth, Compilation of FFVII and FFVII Remake trilogy

Do you project onto this character?

Not that I’m aware of.

2. Did you always like this character?

I discovered FFVII not long after Crisis Core came out, so I was late to the party. I was more into his aesthetic at first, but after taking in CC, I really went off over the complexity of the character. Back then, a lot of Big Bads in the media I consumed were straightforward villain types who were just there to menace everyone and be defeated at the end without much development. He was among the first antagonists I encountered who deployed the duality of being a bad, bad man who used to be a good one until he crossed a line he couldn’t easily come back from.

3. What first drew you to this character?

Not gonna lie, it was how he looked at first.

4. Did you initially dislike/hate this character?

No.

5. If this character were a woman, would you honestly still like them? Or in reverse, what if they were a man?

I think I would. I like well-rounded and complex characters. One of my other favorite characters is June Osborne from The Handmaid’s Tale (show canon). She’s a good person deep down and is nurturing to those who need her help, but when it comes to Gilead and its architects, she is ruthless to the point of being terrifying at times. She started out as someone who just wanted to go along to get along, both before and after the fall of the US, and life turned her into a badass.

6. Do you have any nicknames or pet names you use for this character?

I distinguish between the two apparently separate versions in the Remake trilogy as Glenniroth and Jenovaroth. Does that count? I also refer to teenage Sephiroth as Baby Seph.

7. Does the character’s age matter to you?

No.

8. Does the character’s looks/design matter to you?

Absolutely. How can it not? He’s absurdly beautiful.

9. Does this character remind you of anyone you know? Does that affect how you see them?

Not really. I’ll have to think about that.

10. Do you see yourself in this character even without projecting?

I’m nowhere near that awesome.

11. How did you “fall in love” with this character?

Same way you fall in love in real life. You see someone and you’re like “damn.” Then you get to know them better and you’re theirs for life.

12. If you could write effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what story (s) would you write for this character?

As a matter of fact, I have an AU fic in the planning stages that works on the premise that he is removed from the library before he snaps but not before learning a thing or two about his past that really pisses him off. Vincent will be involved in this, but I’m not sure how yet. Because he doesn’t snap and burn Nibelheim, Shinra does it for him.

Professor Hojo’s plan all along was to destroy the town, imprison the survivors and experiment on them, and that’s why he got there so quickly and was seemingly immediately ready to get started. Anyone else in the town would be killed to keep them from telling anyone what they witnessed. He wanted Sephiroth to lose it and do what SOLDIERs do best and destroy shit. When that didn’t happen, he had to improvise and call in a strike team to get the job done (with President Shinra’s blessing of course). The cover story would be that the town was attacked by monsters that were infecting the villagers and the attack was the equivalent of the army nuking a city to contain the zombie apocalypse. With deepest regret, we must announce that our beloved Sephiroth was lost to us in this attack.

Sephiroth’s lack of mental break and survival was a lucky break for Hojo, because he would be able to get his S-cell samples directly from the tap. So orders were given to take him down, severely wounding but not killing him, which would make him easier to handle. He’s ridiculously strong and fast, but he’s not immune to nor can he dodge bullets.

So truss him up, stick him in a mako tube and give him a cocktail of drugs that act as a sort of Lotus Eater Machine where he’s stuck inside his head living the life he though he would have lived if he had successfully deserted from Shinra. It would keep him docile because he would think it was real. But as with any similar scenario, he would eventually realize that none of it is real and that would snap him out of it. He’d bust out, find Zack and Cloud on his way out the door and off they’d go, but not back to Midgar. Zack would head there, but Sephiroth would take Cloud north because he heard that the healers up there know how to alleviate mako poisoning.

Yeah, it’s a work in progress…

At this point, I was thinking of having Sephiroth as the protagonist who travels the world along with other characters he scoops up along the way and Aerith as the deuteragonist in Midgar with Zack, Tifa and Avalanche. Eventually the two groups would meet up.

It’s going to be a series of multi-chapter stories patterned after the “seasons” of a TV show, and each chapter being the “episodes” connected by a story arc. I don’t know how many there will be yet, it will end when I run out of story to tell.

13. If you could draw effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what scene (s) would you draw for this character?

Probably scenes from the premise described above.

14. Are you physically attracted to this character?

How can you not be? He’s a total smokeshow.

15. Are your thoughts surrounding this character usually sexual, non-sexual, or a mix of both?

Mix of both, but mostly on the non-sexual end of the spectrum.

16. Have you ever cried when thinking about this character? Genuinely?

No. Not yet, anyway.

17. Have you ever felt physical pain over this character? (ex: physical heartache).

No.

18. Do you prefer to see this character suffer or know peace? Angst or comfort? Both?

Oh, both, but with peace being the ultimate outcome no matter what happens.

19. Does this character serve as a stress ball/ security blanket for you? Something you run to after a bad day to feel safe or happier?

Definitely.

20. Do you feel affectionate towards this character?

I’ll have to think about that one.

21. Are your feelings about this character platonic, romantic, or familial? All of these feelings at once maybe?

Familial toward Baby Seph. I just want to kidnap this kid, send him to school, encourage him to make friends and play video games while I make him lots of pasta as my army of robot snipers protects him. Eat some more pasta, Baby Seph, you look thin.

I suppose my feelings toward the adult version are platonic even though I find him ridiculously attractive. I don’t imagine myself with him, but when I get the occasional hankering for seeing him paired up, I’m partial to Sephiroth/Aerith, maybe Sephiroth/Genesis if the canon dynamics are preserved and I’ve even seen Sephiroth/Tifa done very well.

22. Do you think you will always love this character?

It certainly seems that way now. I’ve loved him since 2007 or so even with very little new content and I seriously doubt there will be no new content after the trilogy ends because Square Enix can practically print their own money thanks in part to him.

23. Has this character permanently altered or impacted your psyche in a way you won’t forget?

If that’s a way of saying I’ve got permanent Sephiroth brain rot, then yes.

24. Do you ever dream about this character? If so, describe a dream you once had about them.

I can’t say I have. I don’t dream much and when I do it’s usually about me and my mom fighting. They say dreams about dead loved ones are them coming back to visit, and it’s just like her to use the opportunity to give me a hard time.

25. What kind of fan-fiction do you read about this character? If you don’t read fan-fics about them, why not?

Gen fics, but the occasional pairing as well. I’m partial to ones that take place pre-Nibelheim and show the “slice of life” scenarios with or without the rest of the Himbo Holy Trinity or Zack. AU fics where Nibelheim is averted and his life goes in a different direction. AU fics where he does do a Face-Heel Turn but works with various other main characters because he’s acting out of Enlightened Self-Interest (the fic Epiphany on AO3 does a great job of portraying him this way but unfortunately it appears to have been abandoned by the authors).

I tend to avoid the ones where he’s portrayed as the usual monstrous villain. I can get that from canon and I haven’t seen many where the author goes outside the lines.

26. If you look for this character’s name on AO3, what tags are you including or excluding?

Sephiroth Needs a Hug, Sane Sephiroth, AU, Alternate Timeline are usually included. I exclude many of the pairings, but only because it makes for more efficient scrolling when gen fic is what I’m most interested in. I don’t bother to exclude the rare ones for that reason, because there aren’t many of those.

27. Do you like to ship this character with other characters or do you prefer not to?

When I get a yen for it, I’m partial to Sephiroth/Aerith. I’ve even seen Sephiroth/Tifa done very well. I could even get into a Sephiroth/Original Character ship if the OC is an actual functional character and not an obvious self-insert. Nothing against that, I’m just a little allergic because of all the blatant Mary Sues running around back in the day.

28. Do you get defensive about this character? If yes, then why?

Sometimes, but I keep it to myself. It’s just aggravating when people seem to deliberately misread him and act personally offended when he gets any kind of character development because they want to stay forever mad at him for killing Aerith. Like, any new developments for him don’t negate the existence of the original game, folks. I don’t even bother checking if anything on TV Tropes gets updated regarding him, because that place is crawling with those types. And don’t even get me started on those people who accuse you of Draco in Leather Pants-ing him anytime they see a take that isn’t “he’s evil and I hate him!” And then there are the folks who feel the need to point out his bad deeds any time they see a fan gushing over him. We all saw the same media, chief, we know what he did. Do you want us to call 911 over it?

29. Do you affectionately bully this character?

Sometimes.

30. Are you especially sensitive about this character?

A little bit, but I keep that to myself as well.

31. Are you ashamed of liking this character?

HELL no. I wear my Sephiroth brain rot like the Medal of Honor.

32. If you could make this character a meal, what would you make them?

Shrimp scampi. I hear he likes seafood and pasta. I’ve also heard that if you and someone else both eat something with a lot of garlic, you won’t smell each other’s garlic breath. If we have to shack up until we could sound the All Clear on the breath front…

33. Are you “blinded by love” for this character or do you accept any flaws they may have?

Mass murder aside, I embrace his flaws. Flaws make for a well-rounded and complex character.

34. Does this character inspire you with little things in your daily life?

The opposite happens, actually. You know those posts I make sometimes where I have Sephiroth losing his shpadoinkles not because of anything he read in the library but because he finally had enough of That Fuckwit from Field Services’ emails and Teams messages and ridiculous demands? All of those have happened in my professional life. If you hear about a small town in Southwestern Pennsylvania burning to the ground*, it’s because I stopped writing posts like that.

*No, I would never do something like that in real life. Most likely not. The fate of hundreds is in your hands, Fuckwit from Field Services.

35. Has this character ever prevented you from sleeping because you can’t stop thinking about them?

Nah, thinking about the plot bunnies hopping through my head that were inspired by him is my melatonin.

36. Do you feel a spiritual/soulmate connection with this character?

No, I tend not to do that with fictional characters, even ones I’m as obsessed with as Sephiroth.

37. Is your love for this character a secret from people you know in real life?

Yes, but mostly because no one I know in real life knows who the hell he is. Most of them have heard of Final Fantasy, but that’s about as far as it goes.

38. Do you tend to joke more about dying or killing for this character? Both? What causes the distinction?

Neither. I mostly joke about him losing his shit because of fictional versions of one or two incredibly aggravating and demanding work colleagues. For the sake of me continuing to receive a paycheck and staying out of prison, this will be my outlet when Janice and Keith are on a roll.

39. Do you feel lovesick over this character?

No, he’s not real.

40. Are you very empathetic towards this character? When they feel a certain way in the story, do you feel those emotions too?

Yes, definitely.

41. Do you prefer to interact with this character directly via self-insert/reader type content? Or do you enjoy seeing them mostly with other characters in the story and/or your OCs?

I don’t consume much Sephiroth/Reader content, but I’ll have to check it out. As for OCs, the story I’m thinking about will have three prominent OCs and yes, they will also be products of Project S. In my idea, there were originally 10 S-types including Sephiroth. Two of them didn’t survive infancy and four were lost in various battles during the war. The remaining three are scattered to the four winds when the story starts. They and Sephiroth are connected in a way that they can sense each other but can’t pinpoint a precise location. I’m playing with the idea of a romance between him and one of them, but whether that gets included depends on how it will enrich the plot or move it forward.

42. If you could, would you write this character a song or poem?

I suck at poetry or songwriting, but get me speculating about something related to him or his place in the story and I could go on for hours.

43. What type of weather makes you think of this character?

Hot weather, because I HC that he doesn’t like it. Which made me come up with the following scenario of the Himbo Holy Trinity and Zack goofing off on a message forum one day:

Angeal: Seph, you need to take a vacation. How about a few days in Costa del Sol?

Sephiroth: Too hot.

Zack: hot damn…

Angeal: And my band ‘bout that money, break it down

Genesis: Girls, hit your hallelujah

Zack: Woo!

Sephiroth: *posts video of Uptown Funk* And if I have to have that song in my head for the rest of the day, so do all of you.

44. Which season makes you think of this character?

Hm, I haven’t thought about that.

45. Do you feel as if you are intimately familiar with this character?

A little. Enough that I can recognize subtle things about him.

46. How much do bad interpretations of this character upset you?

Not upset so much as aggravated. Some takes seem so deliberately bad that it’s so obvious they’re comically exaggerating his bad traits just so they can continue to hate him for killing Aerith.

47. Does this character ever make you laugh sincerely?

@rottenpumpkin13 ’s takes on his and the boys’ shenanigans sure have me laughing out loud most of the time!

48. What’s your favorite physical/design feature for this character?

I love the Remake trilogy’s design for him. Everything about it is just *chef’s kiss*

49. What’s your favorite personality trait in this character?

Pre-library, the way he showed such kindness and protectiveness to the people whose safety he was responsible for. The look on his face after he failed to save that security officer and the way he shook his head after he put the mission on hold to look for him and had to report that he wasn’t found was heartbreaking.

50. Link your fav song, playlist, aesthetic board, fan-fiction, reference pile, personal artwork, analysis post, meme, headcanon, or quote for this character. Whichever one (s) you are most comfortable with!

This song really makes me think of him. I deliberately chose the Limp Bizkit cover over the original version from The Who because the cover adds a new verse that I think describes him very well (apologies in advance for any unskippable ads).

No one knows what it’s like to be mistreated

To be defeated

Behind blue eyes

No one knows how to say that they’re sorry

And don’t worry

I’m not telling lies

But a verse from the original that isn’t in the cover fits as well

If my fist clenches, crack it open

Before I use it and lose my cool

If I smile, tell me some bad news

Before I laugh and act like a fool

If I swallow anything evil

Put your finger down my throat

If I shiver please give me a blanket

Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

Oh, and did you know that Behind Blue Eyes was originally written as part of a rock opera Pete Townshend wrote after Tommy? It was called Lifehouse. There were a few live shows at the Young Vic Theater, but the project was eventually aborted and some of the songs from it ended up on other albums. Behind Blue Eyes was on Who’s Next.

In the rock opera, the song was sung by Jumbo, the main antagonist, a dictator who tightly controlled the entertainment that the public consumed, and rock and roll was considered barbaric. The hero was the leader of a resistance group who embraced rock and roll and tried to push it to the masses.

Behind Blue Eyes is sung by the antagonist when he realizes that he’s seen as the villain when up until that point, he though his intentions were good. It’s described as a first-person lament.

Sound like someone we know? Sure it does.

Anyway, this is more than long enough. Thank you for sticking around if you’ve made it this far and I hope the rest of your day/evening is peaceful.

#FFVII Rebirth spoilers #FF7 Rebirth spoilers #Sephiroth #Youtube

[lucy-sky]

Who Cares? (Eddie Munson x virgin!f!reader)

So far, the two of you haven’t done anything more than that - just cuddles and kisses, fully clothed. Seems like Eddie totally doesn’t mind taking it slow, probably taking into account that you broke up with your ex not that long ago. You’re grateful for that, but each night your make out sessions inevitably get more and more heated, and every time you think you should tell him about the real reason behind your hesitation. Every time you think of it, and every time you end up not saying anything. Why is it so hard? You know Eddie’s not gonna judge or mock you, he’s not like that. And still you can’t bring yourself to do it.

Warnings: sexual content - making out, (first) handjob, vaginal fingering; slight insecurities (but Eddie acts like a sweet and understanding boyfriend, because I believe he’s exactly like that, you can’t change my mind); a bit of swearing

4129 words; gif by me (I forgot about my tag so pls just don’t steal it); AO3 link if you prefer reading there.

A/N: my first time writing for Eddie or Stranger Things fandom, so I’m a bit nervous and not sure if he turned out accurate enough... Please be gentle with me :’)

Hanging out in Eddie’s place has recently become one of your most favorite pastimes ever. His uncle’s absent most of the time, and when he’s home, he doesn’t seem to care much about what’s happening behind the closed doors of Eddie’s room. You can eat pizza and watch a movie, listen to music on full blast, or simply fool around making silly pictures with your camera. Once Eddie even tried to teach you playing the guitar with not much success. But whatever you do, your evenings always end up the same way - on his bed, he’s on top of you, kissing you slowly like you have all the time in the world.

That’s exactly what you’re doing right now. Eddie hums softly, his lips trailing from your mouth to nip along your jawline, to the side of your neck and back to your mouth. His fingers tangle in your hair, and his hips instinctively buck against you from time to time. When he looks you in the eye, there’s always this huge grin playing on his lips, and you think those cute dimples that appear on his cheeks when he smiles like that is one of the most attractive features of his. You feel the warmth spreading all over your body with every kiss, every touch, every little sigh from him, familiar ache of arousal rising higher within your core.

So far, the two of you haven’t done anything more than that - just cuddles and kisses, fully clothed. Seems like Eddie totally doesn’t mind taking it slow, probably taking into account that you broke up with your ex not that long ago. You’re grateful for that, but each night your make out sessions inevitably get more and more heated, and every time you think you should tell him about the real reason behind your hesitation. Every time you think of it, and every time you end up not saying anything. Why is it so hard? You know Eddie’s not gonna judge or mock you, he’s not like that. And still you can’t bring yourself to do it.

Eddie Munson. It’s incredible how just a little more than a month ago you didn’t know much about him apart from some rumors circulating around school. But surprisingly with him you feel more yourself than with anyone else. It's like he really sees you and you see him as well. 

Youʼve never been considered an outsider, but your two closest friends are school basketball team cheerleaders, and you… Well, you joined the team with them at first, but very soon you realized it's absolutely not your thing. So instead of torturing yourself, you decided to follow your true passion - photography. Your friends accepted that and you still supported each other. They had all the issues of the school newspaper with your pictures in it, and you visited all the games. At some point you even started dating a player from the team - girls introduced you to him at a party you attended together after one of the games. It was an instant attraction - a few drinks and you were already snogging on a couch, crazy for a girl who's never been in a romantic relationship before.

You met Eddie during a pretty tough period of your life. The breakup with your very first boyfriend wasn’t all that easy, even though you convinced yourself you didn’t care and it’s for the best, since he turned out to be a huge asshole. Due to this breakup you had to skip the latest games - you simply couldn't bring yourself to face him again. The girls were busy with training, learning new choreography and stuff, and you didn't want to bother them with your problems, so you chose to find some sort of escape in music and reading. Even though you've never been an outsider, at that time you really felt like one. 

One day you walked along the corridor to the library, a pile of books in your hands, headphones on your ears. Deep in heavy thoughts, you literally bumped into him as you turned the corner.

“Shit, sorry,” Eddie murmured as you both dropped on your knees to gather the books that fell down on the floor. “Trainwreck’s my middle name.”

“It’s not your fault, that’s just me, I… got distracted,” you shrugged.

“Here,” he leaned towards you, handing you a few of the books, and suddenly something made him freeze for a second. Following his gaze, you caught him staring at the headphones that were now hanging around your neck.

“Wait a sec, is that…” he raised his big brown eyes to yours in disbelief. “Is that Metallica??”

“Yeah,” you shrugged again, not really in the mood for talking at that moment. “I gotta go. Thanks for helping.”

You could still feel him staring as you made your way past him to the library.

Eddie approached you the next day at your locker. 

“Hey!” his smile looked a little shy somehow - not very typical of him.

“Hey,” you replied, giving him a polite smile in return. “What’s that?”

“I uh… Just wanted to apologize for being a creep yesterday,” he let out a soft giggle. “It’s just that… I totally didn’t expect you to listen to something like that, you know, I thought… You’re into different kind of music, like your cheerleader friends.”

“Yeah well… I’ve always been into rock. Like… AC/DC, Iron Maiden, Kiss, The Cure… Metallica is great too… Also Queen, Bon Jovi, uh… You know, things like that.”

“Wow, that’s… Did anyone tell you about how great your music taste is?” he looked so impressed you felt your cheeks burning at the compliment.

“Um, no, not really, actually. As you said, my friends prefer a bit different music. But thanks for uh… thinking so.”

“You’re very welcome!” Eddie beamed at you, and that wide grin was so contagious you couldn’t help but smile back. “Hey, not to brag or something, but you know I’m actually playing in a band, right?..”

“I’ve heard of that, yeah.”

“Good, so…” he cleared his throat, fumbling with the hem of his shirt for a moment as if considering something. “Tomorrow night we’re having a gig at The Hideout, and I thought maybe… You wanna come check it out? It’s not really a big deal, mostly covers, but I bet there’s gonna be something you might like, you know, by chance. There’s free entrance, by the way.”

He had a really nice smile. Why the hell have you never noticed it before?

“Alright, I’ll think of it.”

“You really mean it, or you’re just saying that to politely get rid of me?” he narrowed his eyes comically, making you snort a laugh. 

“I really mean it, Eddie. I’ll think of it.”

“Fine. I’ll trust you on that one.”

You actually came to that gig. Not that you were in a big mood for partying, but you just figured some distraction definitely wouldn’t hurt. And also Eddie’s smile. It’s simply stuck in your mind.

The look on his face when he saw you in the crowd was truly delighted. And of course he insisted on walking you home afterwards. You really enjoyed talking to him. Eddie was funny and charming, and for sure he was way smarter than he may seem to be. Turned out you had plenty of common topics to discuss, not just music, but also books. The Hobbit was one of your all time favorites; Eddie liked The Lord of the Rings. And you both loved Pet Sematary by Stephen King.

“May I ask you something?” he asked as you stood by your porch.

“Yeah, shoot.”

“If I tried to kiss you right now, would you punch me in the face, or would you give me a chance?”

“Depends on your kissing skills,” you blurted, surprising both him and yourself with such a bold reply.

“Oh, okay,” Eddie chuckled, as he stepped towards you, his hands carefully reaching your waist to pull you a little closer. “In that case I’m willing to accept the challenge.”

And then he kissed you, and that’s it. You knew you were gone.

In the morning he catches you at the lockers again.

“Hey there. I got something for you,” he smiled, fishing an audio cassette out of his pocket and handing it to you. “Always thought it’s kinda cheesy to make a mixtape for a girl, but there’s some good shit you’re totally gonna love!”

“Wait, what? You made a… Mixtape?” you shifted your surprised gaze from the cassette to his face that looked clearly pleased with your reaction. “But… when did you-”

“Haven’t slept all night makin’ it! Just kidding. Unless…”

“You’re crazy, Eddie Munson.”

“Maybe I am, and what about that?”

“Can’t believe I’m dating a popular girl,” Eddie muses in between the kisses.

“What? Are you kidding me?” you huff, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder. “I’m not popular. My friends are.”

“No, come on. You’re the school photographer, everyone knows you. In a way you’re kinda famous, my darling.”

“I can tell the same about you actually,” you quipped. “You’re kinda famous as well, everyone knows you… Does it make you popular? I don’t think so.”

“Ouch. That was pretty rude, you know that?” he frowned, but the next moment he was smiling again, leaning in to peck your lips a couple more times.

“I wonder what your popular girlfriends would think ‘bout you dating me,” he murmurs, pressing more kisses against your jaw.

“Hmm… They'd think I’ve lost my mind,” you grin at him, melting from his caress. The girls already suspected you're seeing someone, you just haven't told them yet. But you're 100% sure that's exactly what they would think, at least at first. 

“Oh really?” Eddie raises his eyebrows, his smile getting wider. “You lost your mind, is that true?”

“Absolutely,” you hush, running your fingers through his hair and pulling him into another deep kiss. He obeys with no hesitation, eagerly letting his tongue slip past your parted lips to meet your own. You moan softly into the kiss, shivers running down your spine, butterflies fluttering in your belly. You want him. Badly. At times like this, you really think you’re ready to cross this line. But you have to tell him first, just to make things a little less awkward. Just because you think honesty is important, and you really don’t want to hide anything from him. On the other hand, you don’t want to ruin the moment either.

Eddie pauses for a second to catch a breath, a small laugh escaping him when you scrunch your nose as his fluffy hair tickles your face. “Hey, lemme try somethin’, he smirks, and before you manage to say something in reply he grabs your waist tightly and makes a quick move, swiftly rolling you on top of him.

“Eds! You yelp, digging your nails into his shoulders. The new position suddenly makes you panic due to the lack of experience. “What are you doing?”

“Tryin’ something new,” he grins, but then notices your scared expression and frowns. “Is anything wrong?”

“I… Think I might be a bit too heavy to be on top,” you blurt out, instantly realizing how silly you sound.

“What? Baby, don’t be ridiculous. I love your curves,” he assures, licking his lips and kneading your hips tightly to prove the point. “You look super hot like that, c’mere.”

With this he reaches the back of your neck urging you to lean down for more kisses, and you’re simply unable to protest. His fingers start to stroke up and down your spine, slipping underneath your shirt eventually, and it feels so nice together with his lips on yours and his warm tongue in your mouth. As you shift on top of him, you realize how shamelessly wet you already are, and that he’s getting undoubtedly harder underneath you as well.

C’mon, y/n. Just spit it out. 

“Eddie,” you breathe out shakily as you break the kiss. “I-I really need to tell you something.”

“Yeah?” he cocks his head to the side, watching you intently. “What is it?”

“I uh… I’ve never done this before,” you mumble, nervously chewing on your lips as you watch him. 

“What do you mean, you… You’ve never had sex?” 

He’s obviously way smarter than he seems to be.

“No,” you shake your head. 

“Wait, but… Weren’t you dating that guy from the team?..”

“I did,” you cut him off. “Actually that’s the reason we broke up. He wanted more, and I uh… I wasn’t ready. So he said he’s sick of wasting his time with me.”

“No way! Son of a bitch. Did he really say that?” there’s pure indignation in Eddie’s voice, and you're relieved to know heʼs on your side. 

“Yeah, something like that,” you shrug. “Told him to go fuck himself.”

“That’s my girl!” he exclaims proudly, and then his gaze softens as he looks up at you, gently cupping your face and caressing your cheek with his thumb. “Look, if that’s what bothering you, just know that I’m not that stupid to break up with a smart, beautiful girl who’s got amazing taste in music and even laughs at my dumb jokes that easily, okay? For once in my life I won a fucking jackpot, and I’m not gonna lose it. If you’re not ready - that’s fine, I mean… I can always rub it off, not a big deal…”

“Actually…” you start quietly, placing your hand on his. “Actually I kinda think I’m ready now… It’s just different with you.”

“You sure?” he observes you with concern, one hand still on your face, another - rubbing soothing circles against your thigh. 

“I… I don’t know… Gosh, Eddie, I… I’m really turned on right now, and I feel like I want something more than just making out, and I know I want to do it with you, but I just don’t know where to start, and…” 

“Shh… Okay…” he pauses for a moment, thinking. “So, how about we start with something simple at first? Like… We could just use our hands… On each other. If you get what I mean.”

You gulp, already feeling yourself clench at the perspective.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Yeah?” he smiles softly, reassuringly as you nod. “You want me to touch you first, or?..”

“No,” you shook your head decidedly. “Since I’m on top, I think I wanna touch you first.”

“Damn, girl. You sound so sexy, you have no idea.”

The admiration in his eyes makes your heart swell and gives you more courage at the same time.

“I need you to guide me, okay?” you tell him gingerly, and he nods, taking your hand and slowly bringing it to his lower belly. You cup him experimentally through the coarse denim of his jeans, earning a small grunt from him. 

“That’s nice, you can squeeze a little tighter,” he encourages.

You stroke him for a while like that, feeling him hardening even more against your palm, and when his breath is getting heavier, you move to the hem of his pants. Eddie shivers as your nails graze against the skin on his lower belly before you start to undo his jeans.

When his cock finally springs free, you take your time to explore him with feathery light touches along his length. He lets you do it, hissing through his teeth when you reach the sensitive head, hips bucking into your touch.

“What now?” you ask, as your eyes find his again, searching for guidance.

“Right, yeah…” he clears his throat. “So um… First you need to spit in your hand…”

“Spit?..”

“Yeah, because well… Otherwise it’s gonna be a bit too dry, you know, and it’s uh… not very good. Trust me, I’m a pro at jerking off,” he laughs. “Not that I’m proud of it, but-”

“Like that?” you do as he asked and spit into your palm generously.

“Yeah… Yeah, it’ll work,” you feel Eddie’s hips buck again in anticipation. “Now you can just… Wrap it, like that… And just pump it up and down…”

His hand on yours, Eddie guides your movements, and you think you’re about to soak through your pants at how hot it all is. His cock is heavy, hot and throbbing in your hand as you work up and down his shaft, and those sweet little noises he makes is like music for your ears.

“That’s it, that’s it, baby, don’t be too gentle… damn it feels good!..” he praises.

Now that you found the right rhythm, he lets you work on your own, one of his hands dropping to fist the sheets, the other squeezing your hip tightly. Curious, you let your thumb brush across the head, earning a strangled moan from him. You think he looks so deliciously wrecked right now, face flushed, eyes half-closed, chest heaving.

“Want me to do that again?” you whisper, leaning closer to him, tightening your grip as you feel him twitch.

“Yes, please,” he pants, desperation in his voice causing you to squirm. Without thinking much, you lean even closer, pressing your lips against his neck, kissing and sucking on the tender skin there.

“Fuck,” he huffs, breath hitching in his throat.

You’re overwhelmed. There’s something flattering, and also so incredibly powerful about knowing it’s you who makes him feel this way. You don’t even need to be instructed any longer - all you need is to feel him and follow the instinct.

When his breath quickens, you speed up your movements, paying more attention to the glistening tip.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby girl, j-just k-keep going, like that, ffffuck…” Eddie stutters, tensing underneath you. “Shit, I’m gonna-” his hips jerk up, and he comes with an absolutely shameless high pitched moan. You keep stroking him through it until he grabs your hand, causing you to stop.

“Oh fucking hell,” he breathes out, panting, his lips curling into a wide, completely blissed out smile.

“Good thing I learnt that faster than playing the guitar,” you joke, and he laughs breathlessly. “You're gonna learn that too,” he promises. “C’mere.”

You curl up against him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as his arms wrap around you. It feels nice and warm, and you think you would gladly stay in his arms forever like this.

“Alright, now’s your turn, my lady,” Eddie smirks after a few minutes of cuddling, and the heat in your lower belly starts to rise anew at his words.

“You wanna take this shirt off, maybe?” he suggests innocently, fingers playing with the hem.

You nod, letting him help you to tug the shirt up and over your head.

“Yeah, look at you, you’re so pretty,” he sits up with you still straddling his legs, and presses a wet kiss against your sternum. “How ‘bout this?” he raises his eyebrows playfully, tugging at one of your bra straps.

Your fingers are trembling as you reach behind you to unclasp the garment and let it slip down.

“Holy shit. How did I get so lucky?” he muses, making your cheeks heat up at his paise. “Now would you lie back for me, huh?”

Nodding once again, you obey, laying on your back and letting him hover over you.

“Okay,” Eddie whispers, leaning in and kissing you slowly and tenderly.

“Just relax right now. It’s gonna be good, I promise,” he whispers, leaving a trail of kisses down the column of your throat.

“Okay,” your reply is barely heard, your whole body aching for his touch at this point. But when his head ducks down to catch your nipple between his lips and suckle on it gently, you’re no longer that quiet. Your back arches as you whimper, fingers sinking into his curls. 

Eddie takes his time exploring your breasts, sucking and biting, and swirling his tongue over the hardened buds, until you’re nothing but a whining mess.

“Eddie, can you please just uh…” you’re struggling to find the right words to express what exactly you want from him, and he chuckles against your skin.

“Impatient, are we? Alright, ma’am, your wish is my command.”

Without further hesitation, he makes quick work to undo your pants and tug them off together with your panties, and then encourages you to open your legs for him.

“Damn, baby… looks like you’re pretty worked up already. Wait a second, Doctor Munson’s gonna take care of you,” he smirks wickedly, taking the rings off his fingers.

You let out a loud gasp as the pads of his fingers brush along your slit before reaching your clit. It’s already swollen, begging to be touched, and Eddie hums in approval as you moan out his name once he starts circling it, gradually picking up the pace. 

Your head is spinning, pussy clenching at his movements. It feels both familiar and so new at the same time. Despite being a virgin, of course you did touch yourself like that. But his fingers just feel differently, and the closeness of him, the way he looks at you, his smell… All together it’s absolutely intoxicating. Closing your eyes, you let yourself melt in the sensations.

You’re dangerously close to your climax, when Eddie’s finger moves away from your clit, sliding down to your entrance and carefully pushing inside.  

“You good?” he checks, leaning to kiss the corner of your mouth as he slowly moves his finger in and out of you.

“Yeah,” you sigh out.

“Good… You’re so nice and warm down there, might be getting hard again,” he lets out a soft giggle. “You want another finger?”

“Uh-huh,” you nod, and he complies, spreading your legs a little further. His movements are still slow and careful, it’s the sensation of fullness that makes you gasp, and you can’t help but wonder how his cock would feel like instead. He gives you a moment to adjust before curling his fingers up, brushing against something inside you that makes your toes curl as you choke out another desperate moan. 

“There we go, that’s the spot, right?” Eddie chuckles in satisfaction as he strokes you a little faster. He works you with both his hands now, paying attention to your clit as well while he pumps and curls his fingers inside you, and soon you feel the muscles in your belly start to contract, something huge building deep within you, tensing and throbbing before bursting in pure bliss. Your whole body shudders, inner walls clenching around Eddie's fingers again and again, pleasure hitting you in waves. You’re unable to think, unable to focus, all you know is that you’ve never come that hard in your entire life.

“There ya go, there ya go, good girl,” Eddie leans in to kiss your forehead, slowly withdrawing his fingers, making you whimper at the loss. “Told you it’s gonna be good,” he winks at you before licking his fingers clean.

“Everything alright?” he asks once again, lying down next to you and pulling you against his chest. You feel completely boneless, warm and relaxed in his embrace.

“Yeah, I’m great,” you murmur lazily. “You?”

“Awesome!” he replies, pressing another kiss against the crown of your head. “Never been better.”

“You really mean it, or-”

“I really REALLY mean it, y/n,” he cuts you off, tilting your head up to capture your lips.

“I’m glad I did it with you,” you tell him, and he beams at you, showing those adorable dimples on his cheeks again.

“Glad you chose me.”

“I didn’t… I mean, it just happened. Once you kissed me that night after the gig, I think I already knew… Shit, I sound super cheesy, am I?” you buried your face into his chest.

“You’re not, that’s actually cute,” he replies, letting his fingers play with your hair. “You know what, I think I knew it the moment I heard those sweet sounds of Metallica blasting from your earphones.”

“No way,” you giggle. 

“Hey, did I ever lie to you?” he laughs back, pulling you even closer. 

You spend the next few minutes in comfortable silence.

“Hey Eddie?” you ask him after a while.

“Yeah,” he hums, stroking your shoulder.

“I know it’s not really your thing, and actually I didn’t even plan to go there, but…. Maybe you wanna go to that winter dance with me?”

“Really?” he glances down at you curiously. “If we go there together… That would make us official, right?” 

“Exactly,” you nod, biting your lip. 

“I mean, I don’t mind going… Imagine your cheerleader and basketball player friendsʼ faces when they see us though,” he snorts a laugh.

“Who cares?” You shrug, snuggling closer to his frame. “I don’t.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Eddie sighs, smiling contently at his thoughts. “Me neither.”

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[lover-of-mine]

I lost track of how many iterations of the let's drown buck in season 7 I have written out here, and I only just started considering the cruise as a location, but I have another idea to still get the elements of the shooting to have that have the same effect for Eddie as the shooting has for Buck but you can read the Buck drowning saving a random person in the cruise here, (please keep in mind that the cruise thing was not confirmed when I wrote this one so in that one I'm speculation the cruise too, I also touch base on the possibility of it happening with them saving Bobby, but I don't elaborate on that one) and Buck drowning saving Bobby here (I feel like this vision could easily be about saving Athena too, but for the sake of drama I like the idea of it being Bobby) but i think at the core they are very similar, it's just about the circumstances around it.

Okay, so, for the past few months, I have been discussing the possibility of the show drowning Buck, but it is something that I've been thinking about for a WHILE (buck drowning tag here). Because most of Buck's traumas involve water or trouble breathing, from the emergency tracheotomy on the date with Abby, to the blood clot in his lung, to the tsunami, to the way he gives his mask to the dude who's trapped and says he will hold his breath and that whole dramatic shot of him screaming with the sprinklers turning on in Buck begins, to getting struck by lightning and getting lung damage from it. Also, the first time we see him he's doing cpr on a kid who drowned, the next call is about a baby who has a blocked airway, the next one is about a woman who was being strangled and he also saves Athena from the robber by hosing him down, so pilot Buck is about breathing and water. There's also the way that water keeps trying to kill people he cares about, Bobby in the plane, Chris in the tsunami, Eddie in the well, Maddie walking into the ocean. So Buck's arcs involve water and breathing. The natural progression here is to have him drown.

Also, I've been discussing the possibility of drowning Buck while creating a moment that would work for Eddie the same way the shooting exists for Buck. That one has various iterations, I go back and forth with how that could happen. But the thing is that basically, the shooting has a few key elements that make it that intense: it happens by chance, Eddie is just in the wrong place at the wrong time, they get called there specifically since Charlie calls Eddie not 911, they're working with another house so they don't have anyone else they trust, being shot brings up a past trauma for Eddie with the army, Buck does the saving alone, Buck faces a past trauma to get to Eddie, by rolling under the truck. And what they went there to do is already done once Eddie gets shot, I keep forgetting this one.

So most of my visions involve Eddie saving Buck in a way that hits as many of those items as possible. At first, I was thinking about the trigger for the situation being Buck trying to save someone who would serve as a surrogate for someone Buck loves, a stranger who gets an extreme reaction from Buck that makes him do something stupid that gets him trapped, then with the cruise possibly being bathena's honeymoon cruise, him saving Bobby or Athena also became plausible.

But after I created this whole thing based around Bobby, my brain wouldn't stop chanting "what if it was Eddie?" because Eddie had the whole "I'm gonna die alone" and "we have time" arc at the end of season 6, and sure, he was trapped in the van alone, but his radio still worked, he had no reason to believe Buck wouldn't get to him, so like many things in season 6 that's not really closed. So I started to think about how Eddie could be the reason Eddie has to save Buck, and all the ways this could be fun for the rest of the season and a possible recovery arc for Buck. Because it's an established fact that Buck goes ballistic when Eddie is in danger and the consequences there could be fun, even more considering the way even though we are supposed to believe Buck is this daredevil type firefighter, none of his brushes with death are because he's being irresponsible, it all happens because of bad luck, so to have something happen to him because he's actively putting himself in danger for someone he loves could be really interesting for his character.

But, the thing is, Eddie is the reckless one, classically when kids are involved, climbing up to the roof of a burning house, cutting his own line, so an element that could go into play here, is Eddie doing something reckless to get to a kid while alone. Fun things that can up the stakes here is the way that considering it's a call on a massive body of water, any equipment that has electric/electronic components could malfunction, so we can get radios out of commission, different pieces of equipment too. So we can have Eddie doing something stupid, ending up trapped with a kid in some sort of room or piece of the wreckage, Buck going ballistic as usual, forcing Eddie to get out first, or maybe shoving Eddie and the kid out of the way, and something going wrong, another explosion, the ship shifting, I like the idea of equipment malfunctioning because it is also something that happens with Buck, equipment not working for him, the ladder breaking under him, the truck trapping him, with this thing that goes wrong blocking the entrance they used, so Buck would be trapped in a space filling with water he can't get out of, it takes a minute for Eddie to notice Buck didn't come out (that bit is mostly over the way Eddie is always last to know, last to look up after the lightning, the last to see Shannon, etc), since I want Eddie to have a clawing at the dirt moment, I think that having Eddie being unable to get to Buck at first would be fun, have him banging at whatever is blocking the entrance trying to break his way in and at the same time let Buck know he's coming (also I think Ryan would have fun punching things lol), then the fun aspects of a drowning scene, Eddie finally breaks back in (maybe even with some hesitation considering Eddie almost died in a small space filling with water before), Buck is submerged, he pulls Buck out, cpr, if we're lucky mouth to mouth, you're not doing this to me again, Buck dropping back into Eddie once he wakes up, I got you, all the cool things of letting Ryan and Oliver's emotional power out for a spin.

I like this vision mostly because I'm lowkey obsessed with the possible consequences of Buck almost dying because of Eddie. Buck wouldn't handle almost dying again well, Eddie wouldn't handle saving Buck again well, this could lead to some fun fights between the two of them, even more with the space they are putting between the two since the cemetery. This could be the mother of all triggers, give Eddie some recovery isn't linear moment, give Buck a full breakdown, make them fight and no one being sure why they're fighting.

And having it happen that way you hit both well and shooting elements, the same way the lightning does. And Buck getting trapped by the ship moving for example creates the happening by chance aspect, them being alone is easy because a situation like this will definitely have multiple houses responding, the nearest one not being the 118 is expected, by consequence Eddie doing the saving alone, water and being pinned under something brings up a previous trauma for Buck, a small space filling with water brings a previous trauma up for Eddie, so we can make it a very nice mirror of the shooting.

You can even have some moments while Buck is alone and the water is rising that could make it clear that Buck is not in the best mental state.

Obviously, everything about this works with them saving literally anyone, from Bobby or Athena to a random child with brown hair and red glasses, so I think I'm set in the general idea here, I think Buck getting trapped somewhere in the ship is the easiest way to make it happen, but how it would happen would depend on the consequences they want to pull from it.

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