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fortheloveofwonderland · 11 months

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The Magic 8 | Ralvez x Fem! Reader

This was another request for my milestone celebration from @andiebeaword which just turned into a crazy, smutty beast. This is so loosely tied to the song and I’m sorry. I had to throw weird magic 8 ball references into it that might seem out of place but it made me feel better for going so far off track with this. This is super NSFW Minors DNI.

Summary - Spencer and Luke’s relationship is on rocky ground as Spencer starts to regret never getting to be with a woman. When Luke suggests inviting Spencer’s favourite barista to join them in the bedroom, all signs point to yes.

CW - this is just utter filth, proceed with caution. Oof where to begin - talk of sexuality, Spencer has never been with a woman, sexually fluid Luke, PWP, very brief mention of drinking and past drug addiction, making out, sub! Reader, Dom! Luke, switch! Spencer (Dom with reader, sub with Luke), handjobs, swearing, slight masturbation (male), oral sex (f and m receiving), face sitting, multiple orgasms, fingering, overstimulation, coming untouched, penetrative, protected sex.

WC - 6.7k

Uncertainties were a tragic and unfair symptom of living, something Spencer Reid had learnt all too many times in his years on earth. Life was inherently unforeseeable, unpredictable by nature.

For someone who hated the unknown like Spencer, it was a hard pill to swallow but one he’d had to swallow time and time again. Life was no less random than the answers on a magic 8 ball, and he’d had to come to terms with that.

If there was one thing Spencer had always been able to be certain of it was his sexuality. For as long as he could remember he’d always known he was gay and it was a small definitive in his world that he’d been able to count on for many years.

He’d never looked at girls the way other boys his age had, Spencer had been too busy looking at the boys themselves. He didn’t really understand what that meant until he reached his teens and for a long time it was a part of himself he tried to deny.

He was already an outcast with being younger and smarter than all of his peers and he didn’t want to add any fuel to the bullies fire. He kept it to himself, his own little secret.

It was only once he was in his twenties he became ready to act upon it and once he did he never looked back.

In an uncertain world, his sexuality was the only thing he was certain of.

Until he wasn’t.

When Spencer first met Luke Alvez he thought all his birthdays and Christmases had come at once. Spencer had fallen head over heels for him and much to his surprise, Luke had felt the same.

He’d never been happier than he was with Luke, but then he met you and you changed everything.

Spencer had never found himself looking at a woman the way he looked at you. There was something so magnetic about you that he gravitated towards you without even meaning to do so.

You were the new barista at his favourite coffee shop and you were effervescent, ethereal in your beauty. Spencer found himself often getting tongue tied around you, tripping over his words and sometimes even his own feet.

And without intentionally doing so, he pulled away from Luke. It was little by little at first until there seemed to be a chasm between them.

Was his happiness simply a trend for Spencer? Tomorrow now seemed misunderstood, because it was reading outlook not so good. If only the signs would point to “yes” and you could maybe feel the same for him.

But that wasn’t what he wanted right? He loved Luke, he was just going through a phase. It was nothing more than a harmless crush.

Wasn’t it?

Luke had noticed the way Spencer was acting but he didn’t understand what was happening other than the fact his boyfriend of three years was shutting him out. Every time he tried to talk to the younger man about it he changed the subject. And every time he tried to initiate contact, Spencer shied away.

Eventually he’d had enough and he had to confront Spencer or risk losing him for good. It had taken some pursuing from Luke and a lot of resistance from Spencer but Luke managed to get to the bottom of his boyfriend's little crush.

And thus had ensued a long and arduous conversation.

Luke was, to Spencer’s surprise, extremely understanding. He understood Spencer’s curiosity even if Spencer didn’t.

Luke had always been a lot more fluid with his sexuality, he’d been with both women and men in the past whereas Spencer had never been with a woman before.

It confused Spencer and Luke also understood that. Spencer had been so sure about this one aspect of his life from a young age and it didn’t make sense to him how, in his forties, he was now questioning that.

Luke didn’t begrudge Spencer’s interest and tried to tell the younger man it was perfectly understandable that one day he might find himself curious about these things he’d never experienced before.

And somehow the conversation had culminated in Luke suggesting a threesome.

Spencer initially vehemently shut that idea down. He wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea of sharing his boyfriend and the thought of being with a woman quite frankly terrified him.

But the more Luke talked about it, the more Spencer started to open up to it. Although it was terrifying it was also incredibly exciting. And it would only be one night, one night in which he could explore a side of himself he never had before and then everything could go back to normal.

So he found himself waiting at the coffee shop one day until your shift ended, closing his eyes and ready to take a leap of faith.

He was prepared for you to say no, to probably call him a creep and he would subsequently need to find a new coffee shop.

But after explaining everything to you, and showing you pictures of Luke, you’d been surprisingly interested.

And that was how he’d found himself in a hotel room with his boyfriend and his barista, staring dumbly from across the room and ringing his hands together in his lap.

There’d been some casual conversation, a drink in the bar to loosen them up, at least for the two of you who didn’t have a past with addiction. But soon enough Luke was suggesting they head upstairs and Spencer’s heart had been beating erratically ever since.

He sat in the chair in the corner of the room while Luke, who had always been the more confident of the two, wasted no time in moving in on you.

He held your face in his hands as he kissed you ferociously, bodies flush against each other and small gratified moans leaving both of your lips.

The first thing Spencer felt was jealousy and not because you were kissing his boyfriend. He was jealous because since the moment he’d laid eyes on you he’d wanted to do what Luke was doing now.

Your hands wandered Luke’s back while he kissed you, and Spencer felt like a spare part. For a moment or two he felt as though you’d both simply forgotten him and that he was in for a night of watching you and Luke together.

But then Luke pulled back from your lips and stepped out of your grasp, turning and looking over at the shy man cowering in the corner.

“Spence, you just gonna watch all night?” Luke chuckled, heading over to him and pulling the younger man to his feet. “You’re the reason we’re doing this, cariño.”

Spencer felt his stomach coiling into knots as Luke led him closer to you. You were smiling sweetly at him, your lips already slightly puffy from Luke’s kiss.

When Luke let go of him you quickly stepped closer to him, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“You've never even kissed a woman?” You tilted your head to the side as you looked at him.

“N-no.” He stuttered with a shake of his head.

“You do want this right, Spencer? You seem…uncomfortable.” You regarded him curiously.

“I’m always uncomfortable, that’s normal. I, uh, I really want this. I’m just incredibly nervous.” He kept his hands at his side, acutely aware of Luke watching him.

“That’s ok, we can go slow.” You moved closer to him, your breasts pushing up against his chest and he hissed slightly. “You can touch me, Spencer.”

“Oh.” He nodded. “Oh, ok.”

His hands trembled a little as he raised his arms and placed them cautiously on your hips. You offered him an encouraging smile as you inched your face slowly closer to his, giving him a chance to change his mind if he wanted to.

But he didn’t want to.

Your lips gently brushed against his own and that tiny action was all he needed and suddenly it was like a light had switched on. One his hands flew to the back of your head, holding you in place as he somewhat roughly slammed his lips against yours.

You moaned at the sudden forcefulness and Spencer was quick to slide his tongue in your mouth. He gripped the back of your hair and kissed you so deeply the air vanished from your lungs.

Luke’s eyes widened at the quick change in his boyfriend who was kissing you more frantically than Luke had ever seen.

And when Spencer used his grip on your hair to lead you back to the bed and push you down to the mattress, Luke felt himself growing hard in an instant.

He shoved you back to the bed and he remained standing, looking down at you with dark eyes. His previous nerves had disappeared, it was like looking at a completely different person.

Truthfully the moment he tasted your lips everything seemed to click into place for him. He needed this more than he’d ever realised and now he had the chance he didn’t plan on squandering it.

Spencer had spent his whole life as a submissive in every aspect of his life. But one kiss from you brought out his dominant side and he adored the way it made him feel.

He glanced at Luke and the visible tenting in his jeans. Looking into the older man’s eyes, his dominance slipped for a moment and he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Is this…is this ok?” He swallowed.

“Spencer, it is more than ok. I want you to enjoy this, this is your night.” Luke encouraged him.

Spencer nodded and turned back to you and your ragdoll form on the mattress. His lip twitched up into a slightly dangerous smirk.

“Get undressed.” He commanded, his voice so stern you knew not to argue it.

You were eager to do as you were told, scrabbling to get out of your clothes while the two men stood side by side watching as your articles of clothing got fewer and fewer.

Once your bra was removed, Spencer’s jaw fell slack as he stared at your chest, the first pair of breasts he’d ever seen in real life.

You puffed out your chest proudly and worked on getting off your jeans. Spencer couldn’t take his eyes off of you, off of every dip and curve in your body.

If the tightening in his pants was any indication, he wasn’t nearly as gay as he’d always thought he was.

He was so busy staring at you as you shimmied off your jeans, leaving you in nothing but a silk thong, he didn’t notice Luke moving behind him until he felt the older man’s strong arms wrap around his waist.

Luke’s lips glided over the shell of his ear and one of his hands palmed Spencer through his slacks.

“Enjoying this, Spence?” Luke whispered as he nibbled on Spencer’s ear lobe.

“Very much so.” Spencer nodded dumbly.

“He told you to get undressed, sweetheart.” Luke spoke to you while he worked on the buttons of Spencer’s slacks, grinding against him from behind. “Panties off.”

As if being told what to do by one man wasn’t already hot, having them both command you made your head spin.

You quickly did as you were told and lowered your underwear down your legs as Luke’s hand was slipping inside of Spencer’s pants and freeing his erect cock.

Spencer made an animalistic hissing sound at the sight of you fully nude. That combined with Luke’s hand which was now languidly stroking him made his knees buckle.

“What do you want to do to her, baby?” Luke nuzzled against his ear.

Spencer moaned lightly at the mere thought. His options were wide open, he could do anything he wanted to you but where did he begin?

Where was the magic 8 ball when he needed it?

You watched him curiously, standing by the side of the bed in all your glory while Luke worked Spencer’s cock in his hand.

His pumps were lazy and slow, not intending to bring his boyfriend to orgasm but more just to tide him over.

“Fuck,” Spencer mumbled as all the sordid thoughts spun around his head. “I wanna…fuck…I think I want to eat her out.”

You whined and pressed your thighs together at the thought. You knew the situation, you knew Spencer had never been with a woman before but you had no doubt he would be good at whatever he had planned.

Luke bucked himself against Spencer’s ass and tightened his hold on the other man’s shaft.

“Jesus I’d really like to see that.” Luke moaned, breath hitting the side of Spencer’s face. “I’ve got an idea.”

Luke let go of Spencer’s dick and stepped around him until he was face to face with his partner, his back to you. Spencer whined a little now Luke was blocking his view of you but Luke was smiling.

He brought his hands to the top button of Spencer’s shirt and started popping them open. Spencer didn’t question it and simply let Luke free him from his shirt.

Once it was undone, Luke tossed the garment on the floor before helping Spencer out of his pants and boxers with zero protest from Spencer.

With Spencer now naked too, his hard member standing to attention against his stomach, Luke led him towards the bed by the wrist.

Spencer didn’t complain when Luke laid him down on the bed, head resting against the pillows. He was a little confused but he trusted Luke.

Having Spencer in position, Luke turned to you with an almost wicked smile. He curled his finger, motioning you towards him and you happily complied.

Luke quickly slammed his lips against yours again and his hands started wandering down your body while his tongue explored your mouth.

Soon enough his large hand was between your thighs, spreading them a little before his middle and index finger suddenly swiped through through folds, causing you to yelp.

“Fuck,” he mumbled into your mouth. “Spence, she’s so wet already. You’re gonna love this.”

Spencer whined, his hand wandering of its own volition, finding his shaft and firmly squeezing the base.

Luke collected your arousal on his fingers before brushing over your clit a few times but all too soon he was withdrawing his fingers entirely.

His pupils were blown out wide as he pulled back from you, a smirk adorned on his lips.

“You want him to eat your pussy, angel?” He tucked your hair behind your ear.

You mewled in response, but Luke was looking at you, demanding a verbal answer.

“Yes, yes! Fuck, please?” You whimpered.

Luke nodded in satisfaction, turning your body by the shoulders to face Spencer who was still holding his cock in his hand.

“Sit on his face.” Luke commanded, tone so stern that even if that didn’t sound incredibly hot you would have done it anyway.

Spencer’s eyes widened as you crawled on the bed, his nerves returning in an instant.

“What if I’m not…what if I’m not any good?” His cheeks burned with embarrassment but he directed his question at Luke and not you.

“Baby, you’ll be just fine. You’re a genius after all, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Luke winked at him and it provided Spencer with encouragement.

You kneeled over his chest, a little hesitant to go any further. But then suddenly Spencer was grabbing you by the hips and pulling you closer.

He met no resistance from you and was able to pull you like a rag doll until you were hovering over his face. He exhaled a shaky breath and you felt it between your legs.

“It’s ok cariño, you can do it.” Luke gave Spencer’s leg a reassuring squeeze.

Spencer growled as he inhaled your scent and suddenly like a man possessed, he tugged you down so you were sitting on his face and his tongue brushed over your most sensitive area.

You whined loudly at the contact and Spencer’s arm came to rest heavily across your thighs to keep you in place. His tongue glided through you, gathering your arousal and hissing at the taste of you.

When his tongue settled back on your clit and he started lapping and sucking on your bud you couldn’t help but wiggle on his face, feeling the glorious friction from his stubble between your legs.

He didn’t go easy on you, he wasn’t tentative like a man who had never done this before. He was immediately eating you out with the desperation of a man devouring his final meal.

His arm was heavy against your thighs, keeping you steadily in place. You leant your palms on the headboard of the bed to keep you upright.

Luke was moaning to himself as he listened to the glorious and slightly messy sounds Spencer was making between your legs.

He watched the way his boyfriends eyes fluttered closed and he buried his face into you while his tongue worked your clit.

Your body was already trembling above him, and the moans leaving your parted lips were the sweetest song Luke had ever heard.

He undressed himself, his eyes never leaving Spencer for a second. As soon as he was naked like the two of you he climbed onto the bed.

You barely registered the weight of the bed shift beneath you, too focused on Spencer’s work with his mouth. It seemed impossible that he hadn’t done this before because he knew exactly what he was doing.

He flattened his tongue and ran it through your folds to collect more of your arousal before he settled back on his ministrations on your clit.

He held you down with force, you wouldn’t be surprised if he left a bruise across your thighs with the pressure he was exerting.

Spencer didn’t care. He was obsessed with the way you tasted and couldn’t believe he’d gotten to this age and never tried this.

He could feel you soaking his face, as his nose buried against you while his tongue continued to lap and suck greedily at you.

His cock was throbbing painfully, in desperate need of stimulation. He wouldn’t be at all surprised if he came untouched simply from the taste of you.

He was certain this would not be his last time doing this.

You suddenly felt a warm, hard body encompassing you from behind at the same time Spencer felt a pressure on his chest.

Luke knelt either side of Spencer’s torso and pressed himself against your back.

“Jesus Christ you have no idea how hot this is.” He panted against your ear. “How does she taste, Spence?”

“Hmm.” The younger man simply hummed against you, sending a vibration through your entire body.

Your eyes were rolling back in your head at Spencer’s deft tongue but that wasn’t even the half of it.

You felt something ghosting between your legs from behind and then suddenly two thick digits were plunging inside of you.

“Holy shit.” You mumbled incoherently as your head fell to your chest.

Luke smirked as he placed a kiss against your neck and started working his fingers inside of you.

“Fuck, Spence she’s tight. Your gonna want to fuck her.”

Spencer hummed against your clit again and tightened his hold on your thighs. He nuzzled his face entirely between your legs, desperate to taste more of you but the idea of being inside you made his cock pulse achingly.

Luke thrust his fingers deeply inside of you, feeling you fluttering and clenching around him. The moans and whimpers leaving your lips were feral and he could tell you wouldn’t last much longer.

“Are you close, pretty girl?” He mumbled against your neck.

“Mmm hmm.” You pathetically replied.

Luke grinded his hips against your back whilst his fingers moved in and out of you rapidly, pounding into you with bruising force.

Spencer never let up even for a second and the sounds of his tongue between your legs filled the room alongside three sets of moans.

Your body startled to tremble furiously and you felt your orgasm pooling in the pit of your stomach. Suddenly your back went rigid and your eyes shot open as you reached your peak.

“F-fuck!” You screamed so loud the walls shook, clenching around Luke’s fingers as Spencer swallowed every drop of your orgasm.

Soon you were going limp again and Luke held you upright with his body as he slowly slipped his fingers out from between your legs.

But Spencer didn’t seem perturbed.

His arm on your thigh tightened even more so and he continued circling your sweet spot with his tongue.

Luke wrapped his arms around you to steady you, your body shaking.

“S-Spencer,” you whined. “S’too much!”

But Spencer still didn’t stop.

His tongue traversed through your legs and back again to your clit where he pressed the flat of the muscle against you.

You whimpered, quaking on top of him and trying to squeeze your thighs together but his head was in the way. It seemed to spur him on and his tongue moved faster.

“Spencer?” Luke tried to get his attention but Spencer didn’t listen.

His own orgasm was building and he was so close he couldn’t stop now.

He kept up his work, seemingly not noticing your whines or the tears rolling down your cheeks from the overstimulation. You felt him moan between your legs and then out of nowhere his body started to convulse beneath you.

His grip on you loosened and you fell back into Luke’s waiting arms. Spencer was panting and moaning furiously.

Luke helped you to lay down next to Spencer but he couldn’t take his eyes off of his boyfriend and the slickness coating his mouth and chin.

When his eyes cast further down the younger man’s body he noticed his slowly softening cock and his come all over his stomach.

Luke couldn’t help but smile at the idea of Spencer coming simply from pleasuring you.

Luke laid down between you, two worn out and lifeless bodies either side of him. But he wasn’t done with either of you, he hadn’t gotten off yet.

He gripped Spencer by the jaw and turned his head to face him before smashing his lips against his boyfriends.

The taste of you on Spencer’s lips was phenomenal and he made a gut wrenching moan erupt from Luke’s lungs.

“You liked that huh?” Luke smirked into the kiss. “I guess you must have done if you can come just from eating pussy.”

Spencer simply mewled, his body shuddering at the thought and Luke chuckled as he slowly manoeuvred himself down the bed.

He bowed his head to Spencer’s stomach and started lapping his tongue over his flesh, cleaning his boyfriend of his arousal.

Spencer whined a little at the sensation, wriggling on the bed but allowing Luke to clean him up.

“Come on guys, what about me?” Luke sat back on his haunches and looked at the two of you, already complete wrecks.

He chuckled with a roll of his eyes and got up from the bed, tugging Spencer by the wrist until he was sitting up.

“Since you have such an oral fixation, it’s my turn, cariño.” Luke nodded to his hard cock which was begging to be touched.

Spencer whimpered again but nodded all the same and forced himself onto his knees in front of Luke.

He would get a second wind, no doubt. One of his favourite things in the world was giving his boyfriend head and he would never turn down the opportunity,

He placed his hands on Luke’s hips as he bowed his head closer to his length, blowing cool air over the tip and making Luke groan.

Soon he was parting his lips and wrapping them around Luke, quickly taking the older man all the way in his mouth until he hit the back of his throat.

But Spencer didn’t even seem to notice. He had the most impressive gag reflex that even when Luke got carried away and fucked Spencer’s mouth, Spencer never batted an eyelid.

The sloppy sounds of saliva and Luke’s moans caught your attention and you rolled onto your side to see Spencer now taking the other man’s length like it was his job.

You’d given plenty of blowjobs in your life but you’d never gotten the chance to witness one in real life.

It was a dizzying sight, the way Luke’s entire cock disappeared inside of Spencer’s mouth, the same mouth that had been pleasuring you just moments before.

The way Spencer’s tongue glided up the vein on Luke’s shaft and then danced teasingly over his swollen head was intoxicating. The way Luke’s abs tightened each time Spencer took him all the way to the back of his throat was glorious.

Luke’s eyes snapped up from where they’d been watching Spencer and onto you, that dangerous smirk on his lips again.

“Come and give him a hand, angel.” He winked at you and his tone told you exactly what he meant.

You still felt weak as you clambered to the edge of the bed, your skin so sensitive. You dropped down to the floor kneeling behind Spencer and wrapped your arms around his waist.

He was already half hard again as you wrapped your hand around his shaft and a muffled scream left his lips at the sudden contact. You felt his body jerk forward at your touch, thrusting his face into Luke’s pubic hair.

Luke chuckled and moved his hand to the back of Spencer’s head, balling up his locks and using his grip to control the pace.

Spencer was standing at full attention in no time at all as you stroked him and you felt yourself getting turned on again too.

Luke stared down at the two of you on the floor as he bucked back and forth in Spencer’s mouth. Luke had always been the more dominant of the two men and having both of you on your knees, so subservient to him was the most incredible feeling in the world.

He wanted to freeze time, to capture this delicious image in his mind. He wanted this to last forever.

But he also wanted more.

He knew this was supposed to be for Spencer’s benefit but it had been a long time since he’d had the opportunity to be with a woman and Luke didn’t want to let it pass him by.

He already felt his precum leaking down Spencer’s throat but that wasn’t how he wanted to come.

Suddenly he let go of Spencer’s hair and stepped back from the younger man’s mouth. If there was ever a sight to reduce a grown man to a fucking puddle it was the one Luke was witnessing now.

A trail of salvia joined the head of his cock to Spencer’s chin, dripping down from his pouty lips. His eyes were large and doe like, staring up at Luke like he hung the moon, messy hair falling in his face.

And you were behind him, chest pushed up against his back while you continued to stroke his cock.

The love he felt for this man was incomprehensible, the kind that defied all laws of nature.

But he would put a pin in that, he had more pressing matters to attend to.

“Both of you up.” He commanded and you both scurried to your feet without question.

Luke’s hungry eyes took you all in, focusing on you while Spencer stood dumbly at your side.

“On the bed, spread your legs.” He told you sternly and yet again you were quick to comply.

Luke located the condoms, ripped one open and rolled it over his length. It was a little odd at first, he hadn’t used condoms since he and Spencer first started dating but at least it might mean he could last a little longer.

Although given how turned on he was, even a condom might not help.

Spencer looked at him a little sadly, a pathetic whine leaving his lips.

“What about me? I thought I was going to fuck her?”

“And you will, baby,” Luke cooed, brushing his fingers along Spencer’s jaw. “But it’s my turn first, you already got to come. It’s only fair that I do too.”

“O-ok.” Spencer nodded. “W-what do I do?”

“You get to watch, cariño.” Luke shot him a wink before climbing onto the bed where you laid out in front of him.

He regarded you curiously for a moment or two before he pulled you up by your biceps.

“I want you to ride me, angel. Can you do that for me?” He whispered so lovingly and you nodded which seemed to please him.

He let go of your arms and positioned himself so he was sitting up against the headboard. You climbed into his lap, a knee either side of his hips and hovered over his length.

Luke glanced at Spencer who was still standing dumbly at the side of the bed like a spare part. He patted the mattress next to him.

“Come here,” he nodded his head, motioning Spencer over.

Spencer did as he was told yet again and came and sat next to Luke just as you started lowering yourself onto him.

From this angle Spencer had the most incredible view of Luke’s cock as it disappeared inch by inch inside your cunt.

You and Luke moaned simultaneously as he pushed inside of you. He was thick and heavy but maybe not as long as Spencer but he stretched you out as he entered you.

“Fucking Christ,” Luke moaned as he bottomed out inside you. “I forgot how good that feels.”

It was different than having Spencer around him. Not better, not worse; just different. He wouldn’t trade sex with Spencer for anything in the world but you felt so spectacular that for a brief moment or two he forgot about Spencer’s existence.

It was only when the younger man let out a guttural moan that Luke remembered him sitting next to him. As you started bouncing up and down on his cock, he gave Spencer a sideways glance.

“Touch yourself for me.” He whispered to his boyfriend.

Spencer’s hand immediately found his own member and he started stroking himself languidly.

Your eyes flit between where Luke was repeatedly slamming inside of you and to where Spencer was jerking himself slowly.

Luke grabbed your hips and used his grip to help move you up and down. His own hips were bucking to meet you, his orgasm dangerously close after the night's previous events.

His head was a complete mess, he wasn’t sure he’d ever been so turned on in his entire life. He didn’t want this moment to end so soon but he knew his release was imminent.

“Fucking hell I’m sorry, I’m so close.” Luke whined, his thrusts becoming more frantic.

You tried to meet his pace and each time he pounded inside of you his blunt head slammed right against your bundle of nerves.

“S-Spence,” he panted, eyes hooded and full of lust. “Get a c-condom. You can f-finish her off.”

Spencer squeezed the base of his cock at the thought, a cacophony of nerves and excitement bubbling in his chest.

He reached over to the side table and retrieved a condom, his hand shaking a little as he tried to tear the foil package.

Of course he’d helped men with them before but he’d never had the need to wear one himself. Rolling the rubber over his length was a new and strange experience but that would only be the half of it.

It started to dawn on him that in just a few moments he would be buried inside of you, an encounter he never expected to be having.

But he couldn’t fucking wait.

Luke’s face contorted and his fingers dug into your hips as he bucked one last time and came with a strangled moan, spilling his seed inside of the condom.

Spencer watched on in eager anticipation as Luke continued to lazily thrust in and out of you, growing slightly impatient.

“My turn?” He whimpered pathetically. “Please?”

Luke glanced over at him again, eyes barely open and a sheen of sweat on his forehead. He reached a lazy hand out to stroke Spencer’s cheek.

“Of course baby.” He whispered, helping you off of him and hearing you whine as he slid out of you.

You looked at Spencer while rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, unsure of what you were meant to do.

“Where do you…how do you…?” You asked softly.

Spencer’s eyes widened at the question, and he quickly became overwhelmed. Luke could tell by the slight panic in his boyfriend's eyes that his mind was over saturating, over-thinking this moment like he did every other moment.

“Take a breath, Spence.” Luke mumbled. “Close your eyes, I know you’ve pictured this moment. Close your eyes and imagine it.”

Spencer once again did as he was told he closed his eyes. Luke was right, he had pictured this, a huge amount as of late.

With Luke, Spencer gave over all his control, letting Luke have the dominance. He’d never minded, always happy in his role as the submissive but right now he craved that power.

He wanted a position in which he could have full authority over you, in which he would hold all the cards.

He opened his eyes suddenly and surprised you both when he stood up. He curled his finger for you to do the same which you did in an instant.

As soon as you were on your feet he grabbed you somewhat roughly by the wrist and led you to the corner of the room where the armchair sat.

He brought you to the back of it, turning you around so you were bent over it, your back to him. He shoved the back of your head down and parted your legs with his other hand.

“Just like this,” his voice was breathy. “Fucking perfect.”

Two fingers ran between your folds and you hummed against the fabric of the chair. But they soon disappeared so he could wrap his hand around his cock and guide it to where he needed it to be.

He lined himself up and looked over at Luke who hadn’t moved. Spencer’s eyes were questioning, unsure as he looked at his partner.

“If you don’t want to do this, Spence, no one is going to force you.” Luke spoke quietly, reassuringly.

“I very much want to, trust me.” Spencer replied.

“Then what are you waiting for, cariño?” Luke smirked and it was all the impetus Spencer needed.

He took a shaky breath before he cautiously pushed his head past your threshold. His eyes instantly doubled in size and Luke noticed his entire body stiffening.

Spencer was still looking at Luke as his mouth fell open and he dared to push another inch inside of you.

You moaned as he did so, feeling that familiar stretch you’d experienced with Luke. Neither man was small, you would undoubtedly be sore tomorrow.

“Keep going, baby.” Luke encouraged with a smile.

Spencer swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing deliciously as he did so. Inch by inch, excruciatingly slowly he vanished inside of you, hands holding you steady by your hips.

Once he was fully sheathed inside of you his whole body stilled as he adjusted to the way it felt. Nothing could have prepared him for it, the way he could feel your walls stretching to accommodate him; how warm and wet you were wrapped around him.

“How is it, Spence?” Luke breathed.

“I…I…no words.” Spencer panted his reply.

There truly were no words to describe it and Spencer usually had a word for everything. But this was so beyond his wildest comprehension that even his giant brain couldn’t find the necessary prose that would do this justice.

He took another deep breath, finally looking away from Luke and down between your bodies. He gasped loudly at the sight awaiting him as he pulled his hips back, seeing the condom coated in your slick.

And when he pushed back in his head spun at the way he disappeared inside of you, taking his entire length.

“Fucking hell.” He panted breathily.

His animalistic side took over then and he started suddenly pounding into you, hard and fast jabs of his cock as it filled you up again and again.

You gripped the armchair and your moans muffled against the material. Your legs were shaking but Spencer was holding you up with a firm grip on your waist.

Each time he slammed against you, he seemed to hit you in a new spot and his hips slapped against your ass probably leaving bruises.

Luke was moaning from his position on the bed, his cock starting to grow hard again at the sight of his boyfriend pounding you.

Spencer’s face was contorted into an expression of pure ecstasy, like nothing Luke had ever seen before.

He looked delirious, his eyes half rolled back in his head and his hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead.

He fucked you into the armchair, his thrusts unyielding as he worked his way to his orgasm.

Luke moved without the forethought to do so, on his feet and moving across the room. He came up behind Spencer and wrapped his arms around the other man’s chest, pressing his lips against the soft flesh of his neck.

“How good does it feel, Spence?” Luke mumbled against his neck.

“Fucking…so good, so fucking good.” Spencer whined, hips snapping back and forth frantically.

Luke nibbled on his boyfriend's neck, fingers brushing over his nipples before tweaking them a little. His dick pressed against one of Spencer’s ass cheeks and the friction caused by Spencer’s thrusts was dizzying.

Spencer felt the telltale tightening in his stomach, the coil wound so tight it would imminently snap. He somehow pounded you harder and you could feel your own orgasm sneaking up on you.

As if he could read your mind, Spencer spoke in a ragged voice, “are you close?”

“Hmm.” You replied, nodding your head.

“Fuck, me too.” Spencer agreed.

Luke could feel Spencer’s impending release in the way his body tightened in his arms and his legs started to wobble furiously.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck!” He bellowed, burying so deep inside of you as he came in the condom, at the same time he felt you clenching and pulsing around him as your own orgasm joined him.

His hips kept slowly bucking and he closed his eyes, leaning the weight of his body back against Luke’s chest.

Luke held him while he came down from his high, while he tried to compensate in his cloudy mind how anything could feel that good.

Eventually his movements stilled completely and reluctantly he withdrew from you, causing you both to whimper at the emptiness you both suddenly felt.

His arms still around Spencer, Luke first helped his partner to the bed where he collapsed like a doll, before he returned and aided you to the bed as well with an arm around your waist.

Luke stood at the foot of the bed and watched the two fucked out bodies as you and Spencer fought to catch your breaths.

Spencer was on his back with his eyes closed and his fingers ran lazily up and down his own rib cage as though trying to bring himself back down to Earth.

You were curled up on your side, eyes also closed as you nuzzled against the pillow.

Luke smiled to himself, hand involuntarily wrapping around the base of his shaft as he regarded you both.

He started leisurely stroking himself as his eyes flicked between the two of you, dark eyes with blown out pupils.

In his wildest dreams he never could have predicted how magnificent this night could be. What could have been his and Spencer’s downfall he knew would now only bring them closer.

The magic 8 ball might have forecast a less than favourable outcome but right now all signs were pointing to yes. And Luke was by no means finished with the fun.

He stepped a little closer, still stroking himself as he watched you both with a large smile on his face.

“I’ll give you a moment to catch your breaths,” he spoke almost callously, forcing you both to open your eyes. “But don’t think we’re done here. We’re gonna keep shaking this magic 8 until it breaks.”

#milestone celebration #spencer reid #luke alvez #ralvez #ralvez x reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader x luke #spencer reid x reader #luke alvez x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds

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milgram sexuality hcs!

es: aroace (they are SO uninterested in romance bro does not care)

haruka: aroace (never really understood romance and this contributed to his feelings of isolation but hes trying to come to terms with it)

yuno: bi masc lean (shes not open about it bc of the stigma but she def likes women at least a little)

fuuta: gay (it just fits, hes in denial though. he accepts lgbt but internalized homophobia is like "being gay is okay but ME?? never")

muu: lesbian (she was in love with rei. i dont ship them but she so was)

shidou: straight (sorry kazui shidou shippers i think its cute but hes SO in love with his wife and no one else)

mahiru: aroace (HEAR ME OUT shes in love with the concept of love she doesnt realize its just obsession and idealization)

kazui: gay (im a gay kazui truther. cat just gave us even more fuel to the fire, hes in denial though like heavily)

mikoto: gay (hes so zesty have you SEEN how he dresses)

kotoko: lesbian (shes gay. i dont make the rules shes such a girl kisser)

#tea's hcs #milgram #haruka sakurai #yuno kashiki #fuuta kajiyama #muu kusunoki #shidou kirisaki #mahiru shiina #milgram mahiru #kazui mukuhara #mikoto kayano #kotoko yuzuhira #es milgram

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reading update: november 2023

hiiiii, sorry I'm late! I know we're a week past November now, but I've been busy! and struggling to pull my mental health out of an absolute crevasse! I think I've mostly made it at this point, but unfortunately my month of seasonal affective woe did leave me with a pretty paltry reading list for the month of November :/

not that I have a quota to hit, but I'm getting back into reading with a PASSION now and I'm hoping to get a few more really great novels in before the year ends!

what have I been reading?

Exquisite Corpse (published as Poppy Z. Brite, currently known as William Martin, 1996) - man, you guys know how I love a fucked up little story about some nasty freaks? this is a FUCKED UP story about the NASTIEST freaks. gay serial killer Andrew escapes a life sentence in England by faking his own death and flees to America, where he lands in New Orleans and promptly meets a man named Jay, who is - holy shit, what are the odds? ALSO a gay serial killer! they get along like a house on fire, setting their sights immediately on a beautiful young runaway drug deal name Tran who has his sights set on Jay. but Trans' ex-boyfriend, Luke, a bitter writer turned pirate DJ dying of AIDS, is also up in the mix, complicating things for everyone. the tone is unrelentingly gruesome but beautifully written and frequently funnier than should be possible. certainly not a book for everyone, with about every possible trigger warning on the table, but god. WHAT a ride. I savored every second.

Unmasking Autism: Discovering the New Faces of Neurodiversity (Devon Price, 2022) - any hype you've heard about this book is absolutely worth it. Price is really exemplifying the excellence that comes from in-group writing, the magic that happens when people with firsthand experience living a life outside The Norm infiltrates academia and get the credentials to be recognized as the experts they are. I can't speak to the experience of reading this book as an autistic person, but as someone who's often the token allistic among my friends it clarified things that I had never even thought to wonder about with straightforward, accessible style and firsthand understanding. also, hey, it's so cool to see a book just straight-up advocating for autistic people to get more autistic and worry less about appeasing the allistic people around them. Dr. Price writes great advice, and I strongly recommend checking out this book and more of his work here. reading this also made me absolutely feral to check out Price's first book, Laziness Does Not Exist, so expect notes on that soon!

Momfluenced: Inside the Maddening, Picture-Perfect World of Mommy Influencer Culture (Sara Petersen, 2023) - listen, we can be honest here: that title is too long. but the read is worth it, even if I do have some mixed feelings about Petersen's messaging. she's not a momfluencer, but she is a mom who has been and still is very invested in momfluencers, letting that fascination fuel this book's creation. I found Petersen a bit too quick to come to the defense of influencing as a profession, which could grate. yes, women influencers are often the targets of a particular hostility that certainly stems from misogyny. yes, it certainly is true that being a full-time Instagram poster on top of raising living human children requires a lot of time and effort, which I guess does make it a "real job". but there are lots of "real jobs" that I disrespect on principle, and influencers are certainly on the list. Petersen has analysis on the stark hegemony of momfluencers, particularly the insidious white supremacy that controls which mothers are seen as aspirational, and she's certainly not lacking in self-reflection about the role momfluencers have played in her own parenting decisions, but it would have been nice to see more pushback on the concept of influencers existing at all, not just creating space for more diverse moms to take up the title. having said that: the chapter in which Petersen reflects on her own mother's lifelong dissatisfaction and grapples with learning to see her mother as a person, rather than just a perfectly happy crafty homemaker, was one of the most riveting things I've ever read and attacked me right in my own maternal baggage. she's a chatty writer who sometimes pulls back the conversational curtain to say the most haunting shit you've ever read in your life, particularly if you're like me and regard motherhood as a sort of horror movie scenario.

Unfortunately Yours (Tessa Bailey, 2023) - god, more like UNFORTUNATELY THIS BOOK, am I right? Unfortunately Yours was November's romance novel, which I finally got around to reading after it was gifted to me this summer by my housemate who clearly hates me. I already bitched about it at length in this month's hater roundup over on my Patreon, but god. jesus christ. I've had a lot of fun reading romance novels that are pretty charmingly crappy, but Bailey just fucking sucks. this book has it all: incessant references to the size difference between our hulking he-man protag and his itty bitty love interest, WEIRD gender dynamics, the most half-assed alleged "enemies-to-lovers" I've ever seen (they just kind of don't get along, it's nothing), convoluted fake marriage, "witty" "banter" that really reads like Bailey has never heard two clever or funny people talk to each other before and has to guess, and some viscerally upsetting sex scenes including one that takes place IN THE MIDDLE OF A FLASH FLOOD. also, the male protag is a war criminal. nobody ever shuts up about how he's an ex-Navy SEAL, but they never seem to want to talk about what SEALs actually do. might be kind of a boner killer.

what am I reading now?

The Bandit Queens (Parini Shroff, 2023) - I started this novel a couple days ago and I'm absolutely devouring it; I've got about 100 pages left and cannot wait to see how the story resolves. it's tremendous fun but also hits on emotional depths that I didn't expect going into a black comedy about rural Indian women killing their husbands! I'm very excited to finish it up and talk about it in my next recap; I think it's one of my favorite novels of the year for sure.

Out There Screaming: An Anthology of New Black Horror (edited by Jordan Peele, 2023) - I meant to read this for October but oops, there were too many holds at the library! regardless, the stories have been nothing but bangers so far.

Small Game (Blair Braverman, 2022) - I haven't started this novel yet, but it's been on my list for a while and after listening to several of Braverman's guest episodes on You're Wrong About in a row, I had to check it out. her episode on the Flight 571 crash in the Andes almost had me in tears; cannot recommend it enough.

#bookblr #reading updates

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aayo-whatt · 1 year

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~got bored so i put the winchester gays and their angel "buddies" in an incorrect quotes generator~

PART TWO BESTIES

Adam, ordering coffee: I’d like a light roast. Dean: You're kinda ugly.

Cas: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter a. Michael: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory. Gabe: Fuck you.

Sam: Oh my Gabe. Dean: Don't you mean 'oh my god'? Sam: You worship your god, I'll worship mine.

HELLO- IM DYING RN-

Michael: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined. Dean: Heck. Michael: You're on thin fucking ice. Michael: Oh no-

Michael: If I had a face like yours, I'd put it on a wall and throw a brick at it. Gabe: If I had a face like YOURS, I'd put it on a brick and throw a wall at it.

Michael: What's my sexuality?! I don't fucking know! I'm not straight, and that's all that matters. Well, maybe that's unfair to the straights. Some of my best friends are straight! Well, one of them. Well, I know them, and Dean is perfectly tolerable person in small doses!

Cas: Dean, you're an asshole, man. Dean: You are what you eat Cas.

CACKLING SOBBING ON THE FLOOR DYING OH MY CHUCK-

Michael: A mouse! Dean, pulling out a knife: Go back to where you came from or I'll stab you. Gabe, pulling out a frying pan: It'll make a nice meal! Adam, giving the mouse cheese: You deserve a treat, little guy. Cas, gasping: It's Ratatouille! Sam: His name is Remi, dummy. Michael: I was going to say to just trap it and throw it out the window... what is wrong with you people.

Michael: *standing at the top of the stairs* What are y'all doing at the bottom of the staircase? Cas: I accidentally fell down. Gabe: DEAN PUSHED ME down the stairs because I refuse to pay THEIR part of our rent! Sam: Cas bet me fifty bucks that I couldn't reach the bottom of the stairs faster than they did falling down it, so I slide down the banister to get my money. Adam: I don't know how I got here. One moment, I was sleeping in my bed, three floors up, and then suddenly I was waking up here, just in time to get crushed by Sam.

Michael: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon? Cas: We're chopsticks! Michael: Well... that's cute! Michael: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly? Dean: No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

Dean: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like ‘look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I’m losing.’ Sam: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.

*Dean dies in a game with ships* Cas: This ship is no longer a ship of love, it's a ship of vengeance, a gavel of justice against all that is wrong in the world, showing no mercy, as no mercy was shown to us. Cas: The spark of love will now fuel the fires of destructive glory as I wage my war across the world with righteous fury. Gabe: Legend has it that Dean still haunts the ship, stealing my fucking drinks. Dean: Of course I do.

Adam with a gun to Sam's head: What happens if I pull this trigger? Heaven? Sam: Bold of you to assume I'll go to Heaven.

Cas: A butterfly! Hey, little guy, gal or nonbinary pal! Michael: Can a butterfly be nonbinary? Cas: I mean, maybe? I don't judge. Adam, staring dreamily out of the window: Ah, have you ever imagine having butterfly wings? Then- Gabe: Then it would be inconvenient as fuck. Your wings would smack every doorframe and your clothes would have to have holes in the back. Dean: Also, your wing's paper thin, so even a six year old aimed a NERF gun at it would... Yeah... Sam: *sips coffee* According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a- Adam: No, nononono. You fuckers have already shattered my dream, you don't get the fucking privilege to make that reference. Michael: Also, it's about a butterfly, not a bee... Why would you make that reference? Cas: You clearly have not lived with them long enough.

Dean: You treat an outside wound with rubbing alcohol. You treat an inside wound with drinking alcohol.

Cas: I have seen a lot of murders in my time, and all six of them were today.

Gabe: Hey guys! I drew everyones soul! Sam: Why is Michael's a monster? Michael: Gabe, you forgot Sam's! Its only an empty space! Gabe, proudly: Exactly

THE THING ABOUT SAM'S SOUL IS CANON OMGKBVERIUERKJ-

Sam: What do you call quantums of electromagnetic radiation that don’t get along? Gabe: What did you just say- Sam: Foetons! *Laughs* Gabe: Wh-what?

that is a terrible joke i love it

Dean: Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey! Cas: But I'm a vegan. Dean: Wakey Wakey Vegetables and Sadness.

Gabe: No, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess? Cas: Your life? Gabe: I- well yes, but-

Gabe: And here we see Dean and Sam in their natural habitat. Texting eachother variations of the word "garlic bread" to try to make eachother laugh. Dean: Gaelic bread. Sam: Grueling brad. Dean: Ha ha, glamorous beans.

*when sam has no soul*

Dean: Sam, you need to react when people cry! Sam: I did. I rolled my eyes.

PART 1 PART 3

#spn #spn incorrect quotes #supernatural #supernatural incorrect quotes #dean #castiel #destiel #sam #gabriel #sabriel #adam #michael #midam

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dootdootwriting · 1 year

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Can I have an enemies to lovers headcanon for fem!reader x Lisa or Ningguang? I love your writing, so keep up the good work!

featuring: lisa; ningguang (separately) tw: rivalry, the fuck word type: enemies/rivals to lovers pronouns used: she/her a/n: as i always say i write for the girls and the gays and THIS ONE goes out to the GAY GIRLS LET'S GO LESBIANS LET'S GO request | genshin masterlist | discord server

under the cut for length

LISA

honestly, it's pretty difficult to be "enemies" to lovers with lisa. instead i'd say you're most likely more of an academic rival

you've known each other since your days at the akademia, and somehow, you've mirrored each others' journeys after graduation.

while lisa joined the knights first, you (without knowing she had done this) followed only a few months later and were incredibly surprised to see her as a newly hired librarian

"oh? well, if it isn't my little shadow. you must be awfully obsessed with me to follow me all the way to mondstadt~ are you sure you aren't in love with me after all?"

you hate her.

you hate how often your job takes you to the knights' library

you hate how she's there, somehow, as if she lives there or something?? every single time you enter

you hate how whenever you bump into her she just has to make another stupid comment about how much her research has helped people this month. how's your work going?

you hate her stupid smirk that she gives you every time you huff at her

and she hates the way your nose scrunches up when she flicks it teasingly, the way you look away from her when she flirts with just the tiniest bit of malice

she hates the fire in your eyes that blazes when you glare at her

and then the both of you start to realize that actually that "hatred" that had been fueling you to do even better might not have been hatred at all, and "oh fuck maybe i'm in love with her."

the next time you meet lisa "accidentally" in the library, you spend time with her on purpose, at the end of which she confesses

she tilts your head up just slightly with her hand, then moves it to cup your cheek and pull you in for a kiss

her lips are frustratingly soft and taste like her rose chapstick

"hmm, you know, i just did that to test a theory, and i think i may have been correct. i am in love with you, after all"

she gives you a moment to short circuit and marvels internally at how your face heats up and you try to think of a retort

instead, ever competitive, you kiss her back, determined for yours to be even better.

NINGGUANG

the two of you had grown up together as childhood friends

while ningguang's dreams took her up the social ladder and into high society, your place had always been to stay and take care of the people who'd helped raise you

you understood ningguang's ideals, but yours had always been different. as such, every so often, she would pay a visit to you and your shared home neighborhood and asks what everyone needs for an improved quality of life.

this is called "the airing of the grievances," aka "you complain to ningguang about everything the liyue qixing is failing at and everything she has to singlehandedly change about the government."

over time, this had put a strain on your relationship - that is, until one day when after you aired your grievances, ningguang snapped at you and explained in an extremely clipped voice for an extended period of time how she was not singularly responsible for the entire liyue government and she was frankly getting sick of only getting complaints when she came to visit

which... well. now you feel bad. damn.

the next time she came to visit you apologized, which took her by surprise, and gave her a detailed list of some of the problems your neighbors were having

instead of rolling her eyes and swishing away dismissively like usual, ningguang looked at the list, nodded, and thanked you

and eventually, every visit became almost like a little date

ningguang would show up, you would greet her, and she would treat you to a meal at the local café, where you would go over some of the issues of the past few months.

and over time, ningguang began visiting more and more, and there were fewer and fewer issues for your neighbors to report. your conversations over tea became less about things ningguang could do and more about your day-to-day lives, occasional jokes, and even flirting.

and soon, you realized that you were literally just going on dates with a woman who, only a few years ago, you had hated the guts of

ningguang realized this at roughly the same time

at your next meeting, ningguang sat you down at a more secluded table than usual, and confronted you about this

"my apologies, it seems it's taken me quite a while to realize this, but... are we, perhaps, girlfriends?"

honestly, hearing that come out of her mouth, it's impossible not to laugh at least a little bit.

"yeah, honestly, i think we are."

#genshin x reader #ningguang x reader #lisa x reader #genshin impact #genshin #lisa genshin #ningguang #ningguang genshin #f!reader #fem!reader #genshin impact x reader #lisa genshin x reader

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wolfwrenbrainrot · 6 months

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All the thoughts I ever had about SW ship wars from 2015 to 2023?? And why I ship Wolfwren I guess Idk

⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️

I’ll be discussing the ship wars that are happening right now in the ahsoka fandom and compare it to how my perception about the fandom war that happened during the sequel era changed with the years). Oh, and I’m going to get into some tangencies that may not make much sense most of the time, so reading this to the end is on your own account. I ended up being a bit cynical too, but not in a mean way, I hope?

I usually give up everytime I start writing an opinion on tumblr, because most of the time I just think my opinion won’t change anything, but the ahsoka fandom got “revived” (not that it was dead, but, well, we haven’t had any new episodes and to an extent the most of us move on to others shows a little until we get new content, like it happened these last few days) and I’ve been thinking about this show all on my own for a while (my friends aren’t really into Star Wars stuff, so they can listen, but they’ll never GET IT like interacting with fans online will). I’m explaining myself too much, but all I mean by that is that by writing this, I don’t intend to add fuel to the fire. That’s why i won’t tag sab//ra, r//lo or mention the ships just because I don’t want to upset those of them that can have normal conversations about media nor trigger those that can’t (which, thankfully, doesn’t seem to apply to all sab//zras). So, if you don’t like Wolfwren, you’ll only see this if you are looking for a ship you don’t like or if you’re invested enough in not liking it to check the anti tag. I’m not judging, we all been there. In fact, I was there during the sequel era, with a ship that is pretty similar in dynamic to Wolfwren. It was also pretty similar to a ship I loved at the time, Catradora, from Netflix’s She’ra. So, yeah, I was a big hypocrite. I still kinda think sapphic enemies to lovers is the superior taste of the trope, but that’s because I’m so profoundly gay it would scare the gayest gay, so obviously the ships I’m more invested in are sapphic. It’s a given. But my point is, now I see the whole R//lo argument from a different angle, that you can disagree with, but I believe is more realistic:

I don’t ship it.

Although it is an illusion to believe our taste in fiction is not related to who we are as people (because blah blah blah capitalism blah blah blah I’m a commie), it is possible to distinguish what we want from two fiction characters and how we expect to meet our partners in real life lmao.

(This next part I’m a bit uncertain of how it’ll be perceived, but I hope it makes sense. Please, both R//los and antis that may or may not be reading this, be patient and try to understand what I’m trying to say.

Yes, Finn was casted aside by Lucasfilm. Yes, K//lo getting a more prominent role in the films played a part in this whole process. Yes, there was a part of the R//lo fandom that was racist to John Boyega. This is also true for the Star Wars fandom as a WHOLE, because there was plenty of shitty dudebros complaining about the same shit they’re complaining today, “woke culture” and all that crap, just because they decided to have a woman and a black man as the protagonists. A decision that most likely wasn’t made by those executives thinking: “Oh, wouldn’t it be so great if we made a few minorities feel seen in this universe many of them really love?”. But it did that.

The Force Awakens came out and, despite being, at the same time, a remake of A New Hope and a continuation of Return of the Jedi, its new characters had SO. MUCH. POTENTIAL. And, limitations imposed by mainstream products made by big corporations and set in galaxies far, far away from ours aside, black people and women felt represented. It is one of the many contradictions of symbolic effect of minorities groups being represented in media produced in the system that oppress them (commie, warned you). Does it change things? No, not really. Isn’t it usually done it a way full of limitations that sometimes reinforce certain ideas that are pretty harmful? Yeah… Kind of… But didn’t it feel great, after growing up frustrated that Leia wasn’t a Jedi in the old movies, to have Rey? Wasn’t it awesome that black people got Finn? This complex (at least, it started that way) defected stormtrooper turned rebel? That could, maybe, even be force sensitive…? Yes to all of those questions! Tricky, isn’t it? By the way, I do believe that (before TROS) Finn had the narrative placement of Han (reluctant hero), Poe had Leia’s (rebel leader that gets captured and literally puts important information in a droid lmao), Rey had Luke’s (lives a boring life but has a calling to the adventure blah blah blah becomes a hero, we all heard it so many times) and Kylo had Vader’s (villain that’ll eventually get redeemed by the hero). All basic, old hero’s journey. A story structure that, despite being critical of, I eat up every fucking time it envolves spaceships and lightsabers. Getting back to the point, representation has its limits but it matters and the Star Wars fandom is full of racist, sexist pieces of shit and there was a percentage of the R//lo fandom that were too. But shipping R//lo isn't, like, intrinsically racist. You can make an argument for the implications of Adam Driver being chosen as a romantic interest (both by many fans and by Lucasfilm) over John Boyega, but at the same time there is, to some degree a level of which trope (friends to lovers or enemies to lovers) attracts you more. For me, it depends. I was a Finnpoe with a soft spot for Finnrey and an anti R//lo. But I’m obsessed with Wolfwren. Guess I like non-menacing men and evil lesbians. Wonder why Ezra Bridger is my favorite Rebels character and I ship Wolfwren. 🤔

Going back to the “Opinion on R//lo checklist”:

Would I like to meet my future partner by being kidnaped? No, not really. Do R//lo shippers want that? I think it's pretty safe to say they don't, even if they joke about it as much as I do about wanting Shin Hati to stab me. Because, ohh, right, it's a fictional movie about spaceships, galatic wars and space wizards. Yeah, I totally forgot about that when I was younger.

So, shipping R//lo doesn't mean you condone abusive relationships or domestic violence or whatever. Same applies to Wolfwren. ‘Cause, like, they aren't in a relationship yet, they’re not even friends or allies… They're on opposite sides of a war. You’re supposed to try to kill each other. Some people are just intrigued by the tension/dynamic between two characters and some others are just attracted to the characters and want to read about them fucking, and if it upsets you enough that you need to try to annoy people into stop shipping it… you need to rethink your relationship with fiction. I’m saying this because I had to do it, too. I went on with the mob and statements I agree to this day got mixed up with a bunch of nonsense and I thought that by being anti R//ylo I was making a statement, I was fighting against the romanticization of toxic relationships. I wasn't. It’s like that Luca Guadagnino’s film, “Bones and all”. Canibalism as a metaphor for love has been explored in multiple ways, by multiple artists in paintings, films, novels… Does it mean all the people who produced and consumed those works want to eat human flesh?

There’s also different ways of shipping an ETL ship. I love Wolfwren, and, in fanon, I don't mind it getting super angsty and fucked up, Killing Eve style, but I also love it when it's a slowburn romance with them going from enemies to reluctant allies to slowly building a friendship and falling in love. Do you see the range? Shipping is also about imagination, about overanalyzing things, about wondering what could character x possibly bring to character y? If Wolfwren ever does become canon, my perfect scenario would be the slowburn one, though I’ll love every second of them fighting and stare into each other's eyes until then.

If you ship S/b/rza, it doesn't mean you're homophobic. Unless you, well, use homophobic rhetoric to hate on Wolfwren and/or its shippers. This homophobic rhetoric can also be an attempt of being (hate to use this word) “woker” than the person shipping a gay ship and saying the queer people shipping Shin and Sabine are actually reinforcing lesbian stereotypes. Triste me when this is not the hot take you seem to think it. Maybe try researching a bit about queer representation in media, queercoding and the hays code era. Or try to put yourself in our shoes. As I stated above, representation has its limits but it matters and increases our ability to connect to the pieces of fiction we're consuming. In my case, as much as I can enjoy it, there's always gonna be a degree of alienation when it comes to “straight people media”. That's why I headcanon characters as sapphic. Because I am. That's why autistic people headcanon characters as being autistic. Same goes for trans people and other minority groups that do the same. So, in the end, it doesn't really need to be canon and even after today I’m still not that hopeful, ‘cause, again, it's Disney. If anything, there's always a possibility that, if Shin lives, she ends up being paired up with a random dude just so people can't call her a lesbian (this has never, ever, stopped a lesbian before tho lol). I'm guessing whatever happens with Wolfwren won't affect what happens to S/b/rza. I may be proven wrong in the future but I think they closed that door in the show, at least for now. Filoni doesn't seem that interested in writing romance to me, especially this time around. We are yet to see physical or romantic attraction being even remotely alluded to in this show. (S/b/rzas interpretation of Sabine's motivation to find Ezra or my interpretation of the tension between Shin and Sabine doesn't change that). It's a pretty sexless show (and I’m not saying they should have explicit sex on a Star Wars show, but George Lucas didn't shy away from romance and showcasing attraction and romantic love). I believe that's why he made sure to “discard” S/b/rza, despiste knowing it was a relatively popular ship in the Rebels fandom (obviously it doesn't stop anyone from shipping it, but it is an indicative of how Filoni intended us to perceive their dynamic). You know what I mean? Wolfwren happening or not, being or not supported by the cast and crew, doesn't change anything for your ship. And to be really honest, it is kind of funny to me that some people feel threatened by Wolfwren. ‘Cause, like, even if Filoni wants to make it canon, in the end it will be up to Lucasfilm and Disney to allow it or not and the best they gave us so far is Velcinta in Andor. Do you truly believe we have a better chance at getting our endgame than you do? Come on, guys. Please. I don't think any of us will, just to be clear, but even if Wolfwrens “win” this ship war, it won't be like some injustice or disrespect towards the s/b/rza fandom. Same goes for s/b/rza, because unlike Poe x Zorrii that was a last minute, pulled of their ass straight romance that only existed to send the very clear message that Poe Dameron is a heterossexual man (lol, he isn't). Ezra and Sabine do have a history together that I see as platonic but can be interpreted as romantic. And you will still be able to ship it, even if Sabine ends up with Shin. That's why fanfiction exist. If she ends up with Ezra, I’ll keep reading my Wolfwren fanfics and be happy with it. At the end of the day, it's just fiction. I care enough about it to write a long ass Tumblr post, but not to make me actually upset over a relationship that isn't my own.

#wolfwren #anti wolfwren

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haven-of-dusk · 4 months

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for the ask game: headcanons for nico di angelo? (if you haven’t read the books, then ricky bowen 🤠)

Sorry this took me so long... I have indeed read the books, so I'll tackle both! Nico Di Angelo:

Sexuality - Gay

A ship - I actually do like Solangelo a fair bit, they're not my faves per se, but I don't have glaring issues with them (especially compared with say, Caleo).

However for the sake of fun, I also love Jasico (I hope I have that name right). Minor aside that I'm about 90% sure Jason is (he's fine, TBM didn't happen I promise) a closeted gay man based on a number of hints dropped in TBM, plus vibes plus he just screams internalized heteronormativity. So I really wish we could've explored more of Nico and Jason's dynamic. Plus they'd be incredibly adorable about one-upping each other's displays of "touch him and die" imo.

A BROTP - Percico, I totally get why shipping them romantically is a thing, but I also adore the dynamic idea that Nico completely got over Percy and Percy's a little salty about it, plus the level of trust they eventually displayed regardless of the definition of their relationship is very special to me. (End of MoA always gets me right in the feels).

A NOTP - I don't have any specific ones...so I guess I'll just say any ship that tries to get him involved romantically with a woman.

A random headcanon - Though he mostly put Mythomagic behind him, he has since become a massive D&D nerd, with multiple fully fleshed out characters and a couple campaign ideas that he badgers people to play with him. (Also the main cast of HoO playing D&D is a podcast I wish was real, Critical Role style...)

General Opinion - I love Nico, top 3 Percy Jackson Universe characters (I think, I haven't gone through and put together an exact ranking ever since I love almost all of them), not super happy when the writing leans too far into the 'edgy' side of him, but his dry wit is always a pleasure, and he's also capable of backing up the edge with badassery.

His original artwork will always give me nightmares though.

Richard 'Ricky' Bowen:

Sexuality - Bisexual

Gender - Cis Male, though he did experiment with they/them pronouns to see if they felt better to him. They didn't, but he's glad he tried.

A ship - Caswen. Obviously. I think my canon rewrite of half the show serves as adequate explanation of my love for them.

A BROTP - Redky. The friendship/brotherhood between Big Red and Ricky was something I really enjoyed in the first two seasons, it felt quite accurate to my high school experiences and I also find their interactions in fanfiction very endearing. Plus it provides more fuel to my fire that Caswen are NOT brotherly since we have a perfect brotherly relationship for Ricky right there and it looks nothing like his relationship to EJ imo.

Plus I'm still extra irritated that in addition to the rampant biphobia in how Big Red's storyline was handled, they also tried to shove him out of the picture and replace him with Jet in S4, with a scene in E3 especially feeling like the dialogue was written for BR and then they had Jet read it for...no discernable reason.

A NOTP - ...Rina /s.

In all seriousness the only answer I can readily come up with is Rily, because wtf was that subplot even supposed to be, but I struggle to think of NOTPs for Ricky since my brain is mostly Caswen or bust. I thought of the EJ alternatives purely because Tim is so militant about Rina, but I really don't know what Ricky would do outside of preferably Caswen or Tim's beloved 'canon' Rina. And while I do think Rini work better as friends, I also wouldn't call them a NOTP since I feel kind of bad for some Rini shippers (not the creepy ones, the normies for lack of a better term).

Idk, I guess I'll just say Rily and move on.

A random headcanon - Ricky loves the Spice Girls. Where did this HC come from you ask? I have no idea. But I feel like it fits.

The urge to write a mini-fic of Ricky and EJ dancing at their wedding to 'Spice up Your Life' is rising. (Totally not influenced by Doctor Who)

General Opinion - I love Ricky. Not quite as much as Elton, but that's a pretty high bar to clear since Elton rose to my top ten of all time list pretty easily. I have mixed feelings about S3 and S4 Ricky since I felt like they made him overly obsessed with Gina and lost a lot of the charm of his earlier plotlines centering on familial trauma and figuring out his own desires in life, but he's still high ranking for HSMTMTS characters, and I obviously love Caswen to death, so it's hard for me to say I don't also adore Ricky as a special little guy.

That spiraled into a bit of a ramble. Point is that I do really like Ricky, I just wish the writing for him later in the show was less...self-parodic...if that makes any sense.

#ask games #nico di angelo #ricky bowen #ty for the ask <3 #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #hsmtmts

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sagespirit-wc · 4 months

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some things i’m currently working on + what they will entail, just in case you’re interested:

my first warriors fanfic piece is in progress. it’s called Oh Starclan, Not Again (much like oh god not again the hp fic) in which starclan makes firestar go back in time before he joins after his death cause they’re a bag of dicks and he’s the cat jesus. i think it’s fun and silly. it’s on AO3 under my pseud sagespirit currently.

my second idea was based on an idea moonkitti mentioned in one of their vids - they mentioned they wanted to see the next warriors series based far off in the future and that sounded dope so i made an au type thing based far in the warrior future. it includes a big old prophecy, a bunch of lesbian medicine cats, and prophecy cats including queens and full grown cats alongside two cute warrior apprentices who will fall in love (and not die or become toxic) so watch out for that. it will be very selfish

and ofc you can’t write warriors fanfic if you don’t rewrite the series so that’s my plan for my third project - it’ll be essentially the same plot as the og but i will change things that made me mad and more selfish choices, such as:

lionblaze is no longer boring and is now the himboist of himbos to ever himbo

hollyleaf is gay (probably for cinder)

names that i think are dumb will be changed (mostly nostalgia-fueled, sorry)

bramble will not be an abusive piece of shit and will actually be a dope husband and father

he will also die/retire earlier cause i want him to

firestar doesn’t have a thing for spottedleaf and loves his wife sandstorm and only his wife sandstorm

they also have more kits than squirrel and leaf cause i think fire would love being a dad

jay is slightly less of a little shit - still sarcastic but his heart is less frozen and his bitterness comes from his love and fear of losing those he loves

when they change the code they will also change the whole med cats not having mates/kits thing cause it’s dumb

starclan ISNT a huge bag of dicks

more death/less useless background characters

useless background characters get personalities

women aren’t vilified for no reason other than for the hatred of women

and more to be determined - those are just what i know so far i want to change

so yeah hope that excites anyone at all and if it doesn’t too bad i’m still going to keep writing it. if it does excite you and you have more ideas feel free to let me know and i just might include them!!

#warrior cats #warriors #warriors au #warriors fanfic

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angelwiththeblue-box · 5 months

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clothes sharing ….

i acknowledge that this has been sitting in my askbox for like two years however we're moving on from that (also this is so much longer than intended <3)

Chase was very particular about clothes. The texture had to be right, the size had to be right, it couldn't be too thick, and he couldn't layer certain clothes. He specifically re-tailored his mission suit so he could wear it without feeling like he wanted to rip it off. (He did appreciate the almost tank top design, with the leather cutting off at his shoulders to give way to a stretchier fabric. Still protective and more mobility.)

It wasn't like he was insistent about his clothes being a certain way just to be obnxious, he knew how people already saw him, no need to add fuel to the fire, it was just... how he was.

So when Kaz came around and started wearing his shirts (not on purpose or in any sort of malicious way, he just... grabbed the first shirt he saw, whether it was Oliver's or Chase's, and called it good) Bree shot him a look, wondering why he was letting Kaz do this, knowing that the shirt might be different after Kaz took it off, it would feel different, or be stretched out.

Unfortunately, Chase was very gay and Kaz looked really cute in Chase's clothes. (This was, to be clear, long before they started dating. Chase had a tendency to fall fast, feelings slamming into him like a bullet train and Kaz in his shirts was not helping said feelings.)

It was fall. Not cold weather, but cold enough that it warrents a jacket. Chase was the smartest man alive, he checked the temperature before the five of them went out. (It wasn't anything fancy, one of Skylar's friends was having a birthday party, it was mostly superheroes, but a couple of bionic heroes made the invite list, and a few regular people too, normos as the Mighty Med trio call them)

He had a good outfit for the day temperature, but as night fell and Chase and Kaz were heading back to the tower, the cold was starting to seep into his bones. (Oliver was hanging out with a couple of superheroes, and Skylar and Bree had beelined for the dance floor the moment they arrived.) Kaz leans on Chase as they walk down the streets, city life filling the silence the way it never did back in Mission Creek. Their hands brush together and a spark shoots up Chase's arm, and he's suddenly thankful for the darkness so Kaz doesn't see his face heat up.

"You cold?" Kaz asks, his shoulder nudging Chase's, and Chase shakes his head, trying to hid his shivering. "Chase."

"A little. But it's fine, we're almost at the Tower anyway." Chase says. (They still had about twenty more minutes of walking. Chase didn't mind the walk, he liked hanging out with Kaz. He wasn't as big a fan of the cold. Curse his California blood.)

"It's not fine, c'mon Chasey, you told me you'd tell me things!" Kaz whines. Technically, he told the team he'd let them in when he started feeling like... well like shit, but apparently it can be applied to feeling kind of cold too.) "Here, take my jacket." Kaz pulls off the sweater he's wearing, a dark maroon that complemented the white button up he had on underneath.

Chase immediately protests, "Kaz, Kaz, no, I'm fine."

"Liar." Kaz shoves the sweater into Chase's arms and works on cuffing the sleeves on the button up, one of his burn scars curling down his arm. "Chase, if you don't take the fucking sweater I will light myself on fire, so please just put on the sweater."

"Kaz-"

"Chase." Kaz's voice softens and he rests a hand on Chase's arm. "It's okay to let people help you, you know."

Chase nods, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. He pulls on the sweater, preparing for the scratchy feel that certain sweaters have, but it doesn't. It's soft and worn out, and the sleeves are long enough that he won't pull on them. Chase knows, logically, that it was just luck that Kaz wore a sweater that Chase could stand to put on his body, but in his traitorous heart, he can't help but wonder if Kaz-

"I can feel your brain working from here, Smarties. I did notice your aversion to fabrics, I'm not an idiot." Kaz shoots him a smile, one that lights up the city and Chase wants to melt. "Now, c'mon." Kaz holds out his hand to Chase, who takes it with a small smile. "I think maybe we should have a movie night, just us. You warming up, Chasey?"

Chase nods, the heat emanating from Kaz better than any sweater.

#i hope this is good <3 #i got very sidetracked #and made it very cute #sorry its two years late #eli answers #eli writes #kase #chase x kaz #lab rats #lab rats elite force

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swede-fish · 8 months

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Big bang!!

Howdy!

To appese my current fixation on the gay space robots I joined @tf-bigbang! This was so much fun and the art that @girlypopmags drew for this silly little story is out of this world so be sure to check her page out! I hope y'all enjoy this snippet of whats to come!

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As the pair went further and further inland, their moves and tactics started to become more disparate. Soren would be the first to admit they were starting to get a little sloppy in their desperation for this to be over with. Their fuel levels were falling into critical levels, meaning that the other pilot was in a similar situation if not in a worse one. Not only was the fuel running dry, but they were quickly running out of ammunition, leaving only a select few heat seekers. The last hope they had to shaking the enemy was the one thing Soren was told not to do. After sighing softly and saying a silent prayer, they started climbing in altitude. The jets systems started firing warning after warning, trying to get them to come back down to a much more sensible level but Soren ignored them, seeing as they were lureing this…insurrectionist right into their trap. The older jet started to stutter out not long after and that’s when they struck.

Soren was a good few hundred yards, allowing them to arche over the other pilot. They quickly fired the missiles, not even waiting for conformation that they hit before starting their hopefully successful descent. However, it would seem the Gods were not on their side as just before a loud explosion rang out, their own jet shook violently. They quickly whipped their head around and their heart dropped.

The tail of their plane had been blown almost clean off, smoke trailing after the craft as they started to lose altitude faster than they could even imagine. Fire spilled out the impact spot, creeping up the frame, fueled by the rush of oxygen from the decent. All the systems were screaming, lights were flashing and the heat from the fire was searing against their back. The only thing Soren could think to do to try and save their skin was to aim for the trees and pray that the plane didn’t go up in even more of a fireball than it already was when it made contact. As the trees and subsequent ground got closer and closer, Soren tried one last time to send out a distress signal, hoping that it would reach Seth or Blaire or whoever the fuck was working. All they could do at that point was pull the throttle back and hope that it would be enough to soften this crash landing.

#maccadam #humanformers #tf big bang #transformers starscream

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Okay I just finished the s2 finale and I’d like to give me personal two cents:

I love this finale and I adored this season. Was it perfect? No certainly not, it was a little messy actually. BUT I don’t fault the writers or the show in general for that. In fact, I think it’s impressive as fuck that they were able to weave all these narrative threads and tie up plots in EIGHT THIRTY-MINUTE EPISODES. That is fucking incredible. And not only that, but it seems like DJenks knew a third season wasn’t a guarantee and wanted us to leave in a place we could be happy with if it doesn’t get a third season and I adore him for that. Because there are SO many shows and showrunners who would take the fandom for granted and leave on a terrible terrible cliffhanger. But David wanted us (and Stede and Ed) to have a little peace after everything we’ve been through.

Now for the elephant in the room…Izzy Hands. What a transformation he had this season. He went from having a pretty dedicated section of antis in the fandom to being one of the most adored characters on the show. And I am perfectly okay with the fact that they killed him off. Because I know it wasn’t just for cheap shock value and it wasn’t a “bury your gays” moment because everyone in this show is gay. Izzy Hands represented so many things in this show, but most importantly he represented the Old Ways. The golden age of piracy, the fuel to Blackbeard’s fire. With him also dies that age of piracy and Blackbeard too. It also ties in very nicely with Stede’s arc, where both of the captain’s first mates are gone now. Still ever-loyal and watching over them, but Ed and Stede are now free of that old life. They can be whoever they want to be.

However…I can also understand some of the backlash being aimed at the show. Because in a way, they did this to themselves. The universe of OFMD operates on cartoon rules. Roach jumps off the mast, crashes into the ship, and is completely fine with no injuries. Stede is stabbed and hanged and looks bad for one episode then is completely fine in the next (and then gets stabbed a second time two episodes later and is completely fine)! Ed gets beaten to a pulp by his crew, smashed in the head with a cannonball, literally returns from the dead, and then is completely fine the next episode. Izzy survived a fucking field amputation!! So of course there will be a portion of your audience that is completely shell shocked when a now-beloved character ACTUALLY dies. And from one measly bullet no less. It’s going to seem upsetting and not real because it doesn’t seem to fit with the established rules of this universe. So I understand people’s frustration and even anger, although I hope people aren’t being horrible to DJenks on twitter and I do not condone any harassment of the cast and crew over a fucking writing decision.

All I can say is that I hope people can understand why this happened narratively and not let it affect their opinion of the show or the fervor to get a season 3, hopefully one with way more episodes and a much better budget. This show still loves and cares about us and about all its queer characters, I can promise you that without a doubt.

#ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd spoilers #I still love David Jenkins to death and I trust him with my life

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divinegrey · 2 years

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞 / 𝐜𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summoning my arcane girlies and gays we got some CAITLYN UP IN HERE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

prompt: Caitlyn with a sell sword that is a very bold flirt 👀 And Caitlyn is just a blushing mess but keeps trying to hide it [requested by my bestie u know who u are]

words: 1300

warnings: strap jokes, mel being sneaky, caitlyn being dommy mommy, innuendos, MORE innuendos

It isn’t every day that you get to work for the Kiramman’s, and it certainly isn’t every day that you get posted to watch the daughter of the Councilor, Caitlyn Kiramman.

If you weren’t at a party, dressed to the nines with a rifle strapped to your back and gilded gun holster around your leg, you’d spit on the floor, just for the sake of it.

But, as it is, you have to be respectful and make sure you aren’t interrupting the event being hosted by the Kiramman’s on their wealthy summer estate, just outside the main gates of Piltover and facing the ocean. It’s a nice place, a little large, but it’s nice.

You focus on the event itself, scanning your eyes around the place. Your coterie of guns-for-hire were signed on to guard this event, and guarding is something you’re good at, especially when you’re assigned to watch one person.

It’s only a bonus that Caitlyn is drop dead gorgeous in her blue silk dress, shoulders bare save for the thin straps of dark blue material. A gold necklace is settled around her collarbones, firm and rigid like plate armor. Her hair flows behind her back, pin straight, and you watch her tuck some of her hair behind her ear while conversing with Councilor Medarda in low tones.

Interestingly enough, you notice Mel gesture in your direction, artfully disguising it with her champagne flute. Nothing escapes your gaze, however, and when Caitlyn glances over her shoulder toward you, you give her a wink paired with a slight upturn of your lips.

Mel’s eyebrows raise at the flush that sinks over Caitlyn’s cheeks, and before you realize it, you’re being summoned with a crooked finger.

Doing your duty, you peel yourself off the wall and walk over, pulling on the bottom of your black coat lined with gold; the standard uniform for classy events like this. You fold your arms behind your back as you approach, giving Councilor Medarda a respectful head tilt combined with a small bow.

“This one has manners. I thought you liked them wild, Kiramman,” Councilor Medarda says as you realize her hand from a chaste kiss in greeting to her knuckles.

“With all due respect, Councilor, I assure you my manners are only attached to my clothes,” you quip, delighting in the laugh that Councilor Medarda makes and the slight glare that Caitlyn gives you. Adding fuel to the fire, you add, “I can be wild when asked to be.”

“Oh my!” Councilor Medarda fake fans herself, leaning over to the side, “Caitlyn, dear, do you mind if I take them once the event is over?”

“This holster on my leg is multi-purpose,” you say, shifting your right leg forward to show them the sparkling clean leather harness strapped around your thigh, containing the six bullet chamber revolver nestled within.

Caitlyn’s face is pure red, between the alcohol and the flush on her skin that goes down toward her chest.

“Miss Kiramman, I can come back over once Councilor Medarda is done having her way with me,” you suggest helpfully, and that only serves to make steam come out of Caitlyn’s ears (metaphorically, of course). You watch Mel’s gleeful grin turn toothier with the smile that she gives the young Kiramman.

Caitlyn slams back the rest of her champagne in one move, exposing the smooth planes of her long throat. You can’t help but think how pretty that skin would look with dark marks caused by your tongue and teeth.

“Dance. Now.” Caitlyn’s command is sharp.

“Of course, Miss Kiramman,” you reply, unable to hide the smug grin on your face. Turning your body slightly to the side, you say to the Councilor, “Rain check? I’m afraid my attention is required.”

“I’ll be waiting, darling,” Councilor Medarda says, giving a squeeze to your cheeks that makes even you flush.

You’re swept away by Caitlyn, her hand in yours as you’re brought to the dance floor just in time for another round of the waltz to start. Training kicks in, and you assume the proper dancing position, offering your hand for Caitlyn to take.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, Miss Kiramman, but I’m pretty sure that dancing was not listed in my job description for tonight,” you say, your feet moving in time with Caitlyn’s, and you’re grateful that you’re taller than your average fellow, because Caitlyn is a goddess in her four inch heels that boost her height to the clouds. You’ve always had a thing for tall women, too.

“Caitlyn, please. I had to make it clear that you’re still my hired guard,” Caitlyn says, looking down at you with a slight curve to her lips. “What would my mother think if she saw you flirting unabashedly with a Councilor? Slacking on the job so boldly?”

“Then perhaps I should thank you for keeping me in line,” you reply, twisting Caitlyn into a very elegant dip. “Though you should be aware I’ve only ever had my eyes on you the entire night.”

Caitlyn grips your arm, and you feel the rings on her hands digging into your skin. “I’ve noticed.”

“Have you?” You bring Caitlyn upright, only for her to pull you close, her eyes smoldering. “Perhaps you’ve simply caught me in a trance, Caitlyn.”

You whisper her name an octave lower, catching the roughness in your throat. There’s a spark in Caitlyn’s eyes, an ember you could easily blow into a raging inferno, should you so choose.

And who would you be if you didn’t take an opportunity?

“All you have to do is ask, Caitlyn,” you whisper toward her ear, surveying the room for any wandering eyes looking your way. You find a dozen, all observing with quite curiosity. Councilor Medarda is among them, mirth sparkling in her hazel eyes. “Ask, and I’m all yours.”

That does it.

“We’ll see how multi-purpose your holster is then, hm?” Caitlyn all but growls into your ear, shifting her leg forward to press between your own and you have to disguise the rush of pleasure that tingles up your skin.

The two of you walk off the dance floor. You assume your guarding position, a pace behind Caitlyn as she leads the way. She dismisses anyone that even tries to talk to her, a determination set in her shoulders that you will say is very attractive. It sends heat down your back, and as you wind your ways through the halls of the Kiramman estate, you find yourself being pushed into a room.

You barely manage to pull off your rifle, and you’ve only just started to pull at your jacket when Caitlyn raises her leg and pushes your stomach. You flop into a recliner, hazily taking in your surroundings; a sitting room of sorts, with a fireplace that is lit and lights hanging overhead.

It makes Caitlyn look like a god, and you a mere worshipper.

Caitlyn puts her leg in between your thighs, the slit of her dress paving way to show all of the smooth skin, and you swear you see the edge of lace panties underneath the dress.

“For someone so keen on making their desire obvious, you’re not doing much to prove yourself,” Caitlyn remarks, leaning forward to grab your jaw.

“There’s your problem, princess. I take instructions,” you reply, winking.

Caitlyn makes a low sound from her throat, her eyes darkening with what you dare call lust.

She pulls her leg away, straddling your lap. Her hand moves to your throat, not to squeeze, but to hold a certain pressure that clearly screams I have control here. And she does.

“Then I order you to kiss me.”

“Yes, Miss Kiramman,” you whisper, sliding your hands around her neck and pulling her down onto your mouth.

~~~~~ A/N: i would sell my soul to the devil for the opportunity to shove my face into caitlyn's ti- [gunshot]

#caitlyn x reader #arcane caitlyn x reader #caitlyn kiramman #arcane caitlyn #arcane caitlyn imagines #arcane imagines #arcane netflix #arcane

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