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forgeofthenine · 5 months

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Omg in the last few posts you were talking about heat as in temperature but my brain registered it as something COMPLETELY different and it got me thinking…

What if tieflings had some kind of a heat cycle and they get extra sensitive and desperate because of it?? I can imagine Zevlor and Rolan being super embarrassed or nervous to bring it up, maybe Dammon’s more chill about it but still extra needy

So, this has absolutely been a passing thought in my mind and as soon as this request came in I knew I just had to push it to the front of my request queue, purely for my own mental health lol

Gotta admit, I'm a fan of omegaverse dynamics and I actually looked a little into irl animal biology and mating behaviour to get a better feel for what I think tieflings would be the most like. So this has both general headcanons and some NSFW headcanons for the individual bachelors

You probably didn't expect quite this much (over a thousand words of tief content) when requesting but this had me in a chokehold, I hope everyone enjoys <3

TW: NSFW under the cut, very heavy breeding kink, overstimulation, alpha/omega adjacent dynamics

Tiefling NSFW heat and rut headcanons

General

So, I feel like once all tiefs reach sexual maturity they'll start to either have heats or ruts, depending on their biology

Anyone with female biology will have a heat, and I feel like they'd have heats similar to cats but with a slightly longer time between heats

So generally they'd have a heat every two to three months or so unless they're pregnant or have other health issues

For the ones with male biology they'd definitely have a rut

They'd follow similar patterns to the women, but it's not unusual for some tieflings to have longer stretches between their ruts if they don't have a partner

A single tiefling that isn't particularly sexually active might only go into rut once or twice a year

I do think a male tiefling could prematurely go into rut if exposed to a females heat, and couples that have been together for a while will sync up

They have pretty typical heat and rut behaviours with nesting, possessiveness, and a pretty undeniable breeding kink

Nesting, possessiveness, and general mood shifts tend to start setting in during pre-heats and pre-ruts

Pre-heats and pre-ruts can last two to five days, and a full heat and rut can last anywhere from two days to a full week depending on the individual

In saying that, having a partner can definitely shorten both heats and ruts, so single tieflings working through things by themselves will have longer heats or ruts

Heats and ruts can also become more painful the longer they go on without the relief of a sexual partner

Tieflings can tell when others are in heat and rut mostly through pheromones, but a female tieflings tail will also involuntarily lift when she's in pre-heat/heat and around a male

I wonder if I should go so far as to headcanon that they have knots, I did already give them all ridged dicks

Dammon

If you and Dammon aren't dating then he'll be much more shy about his ruts

He basically disappears from his forge and the public for a few days and then comes back as if nothing happened

Once you start dating him is when you find out why he pulls the disappearing act

Dammon is actually very open about it now you're both together and have already been intimate

Blushes slightly while trying to explain some of the more physical, primal aspects

Would flush even more if you tell him you find the whole thing incredibly attractive

The next time he has his rut, you're the only person allowed to see him, and he really is a sight

Naked and tangled in his sheets, all flushed and tense, undeniably hard as he palms himself while looking over at you

Even the way he strips you of your clothing is different, he just about rips it off you as he kisses and nips down your neck and chest

While Dammon is usually one to take his time with making you feel good when he's in rut the only thing on his mind is getting to cum

Though even in his hazy mind frame he still makes sure you're comfortable the whole time

Even a near sex crazed and highly hormonal Dammon is still a very caring partner

You know he's going to bend you in half as he fucks you, he just loves how good you look underneath him like that

Breeding kink go brrrr

This man always fucks like he's trying to breed you but it's off the charts when he's in rut

I hope you're ready to be fucked within an inch of your life because his refractory period ceases to exist

Absolutely watches as he pulls out of you and some of him cum leaks out because he's stuffed you so full

Dammon praises you so well too, you can not shut up this man and his dirty talk

"That's it gorgeous, you take my cock so well."

"You gonna make me a daddy, darling? 'm gonna knock you up, full you up with my cum."

Once his rut dies down enough, he'll scoop you up for a bath

There is no way you could stand after the way this man just wrecked you-

Dammon takes very good care of you, and then you do it all again the next day

Zevlor

Whether you're dating Zevlor or not, he's your personal wealth of knowledge on everything tiefling

So what do you do when a book you read mentions 'the times of year and conditions unique to tieflings' and doesn't explain it?

You go and find your favourite paladin

Zevlor is so embarrassed, dating or not, explaining to you how tiefling heats and ruts work

Can't even keep his eyes on you

When you two are dating and you realise you didn't see him at all yesterday, it's time to go hunting for the man

You have an idea of what might be going on but nothing prepares you for what you find

Much like Dammon, you find him tangled in his bed sheets desperately trying to get himself off

He lets out the sexiest groan when he sees you standing there

He's the gentlest of the three while working through his rut

Even then, Zevlor is noticeably rougher with you than usual

Has you in a missionary position, his whole body pressed to yours as he pants in your ear and thrusts into you

Zevlor can't keep his hands off you when he's in rut, they're all over your hips and chest and giving light tugs to your hair

He gives into the primal need to mark you too, it's the only time he'll give you hickeys

Breeding kink: the sequel

Absolutely tells you he's going to breed you, and fucks you like he means it

Doesn't even think as he uses his hands and tail to spread your legs so he can fuck you deeper

Zevlor loves to look at the way you tremble every time he fills you with cum, using his fingers to help you get off at the same time

Even while he's trying to find his own relief, he makes sure to make you cum so many times you end up overstimulated and about to cry from the pleasure

Definitely has you cockwarm him as the two of rest, the thought of you keeping his seed so deep in you until it takes just gets him going again

You'll know he's ready for another round when Zevlor starts grinding himself into you again

When the worst of his rut is over he gives you the best massages

Apologises so profusely too the first few times you help him through his rut, even if you tell him how much you like it

Rolan

There is no way Rolan is ever telling you anything about heats and ruts

Absolutely forbidd his siblings from mentioning it too, he's just way too embarrassed for you to know

Even when you guys are dating he just locks himself away in his tower for a week while he works through it and recovers

This man will not tell you anything

And then he forgets to lock the door

As soon as you open it you're met with the sight of a whiney, teary eyed Rolan trying to get off by grinding against a pillow in desperation

Unlike with the other two, there's no clear 'top' when you're with Rolan during his rut

He loves having you ride him until he sees stars just as much as he wants to bend you over his desk until everyone else in Ramaziths tower can hear you scream

Rolan loves hearing you when he's in rut

Yell his name, tell him that you belong to him, tell him how good he fucks you, say he looks so pretty when you ride him-

He loves all of it so much

He's also the one that bites you the hardest, expect him to draw at least a little bit of blood by accident

Breeding kink: the trilogy

Rolan isn't letting you leave the room unless he's knocked you up

Absolutely puts a fertility spell on you by brushing his hand over your lower belly and murmuring the words

He also refuses to pull out unless it's to change positions, and if any cum leaks out of you he'll push it back in with his fingers

Overstimulation is the name of the game with Rolan, he wants you both overstimulated and crying and completely fucked out

This man believes in equality and we love him for it

The youngest of the tiefling bachelors and definitely the most pent up, it'll take all day before he calms down enough for the two of you to rest

When things do calm down, after he makes sure you're both clean and fed, Rolan wraps you up with him in his bed and will read to you

It's his own personal flavour of aftercare, cuddling and reading your favourite book as he makes sure you're comfortable and happy

And it all starts over when you wake up the next morning with him hard as a rock against your ass

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keylee · 4 months

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After lots of hard work and a lot of consideration, may I present to you the rewritten version of my AU!

This sums up a lot of what it’s about (very fluffy but also angsty), and it’s had a lot of changes! Let me know what you think! Details will be below as well. ^w^

Now that the story/rough idea of the plot is out of the way, here’s some doodles.

Also the reason why he’s always seen drooling is due to when he first started panicking near the start of those three years (after Kris and their friends vanished) and started thrashing around in the strings, which got him completely tangled up, including some strings wrapping around his throat and causing damage (hence the drool and struggle to speak, though he mostly can’t speak because of the corruption and memory loss).

More details I feel I need to mention are:

If you like this AU and want to see more of it, feel free to ask questions here on this post or in my ask box, I’m happy to answer anything! :D

If you feel that the premise of my AU is similar to yours or someone else’s, please keep in mind that I did not copy directly off of anyone, but took inspiration from the Spamton/Deltarune/Addison fan community as a whole. If you find some things in this to be similar to another artist or writer please keep in mind that it is not intentional, I read a lot of Deltarune fanfiction and I frequent on Tumblr so it all just blurs together in my brain LOL. :’)

The Addison’s names in my AU are as follows:

Pink Addison = Link

Blue Addison = Reen

Orange Addison = Mac

Yellow Addison = Flash

Spamton NEO is very large in this AU (as you can see in the doodles), and though I believe I mentioned him being 10ft in an earlier post about this AU (before I had changed the story), I’m not too certain on exact heights and scaling just yet, bear with me. ;v;

ONE MORE THING!!

I really need help with naming this AU/Version of Spamton, whatever you want to call it, so if you have any ideas please let me know! ^^

Anyway, I’d love to hear feedback! I hope you guys like it!

#deltarune #spamton #spamton g spamton #art #ut dr #spamton neo #sneo au #sneo #addisons deltarune #the addisons

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fettuccin-e · 1 year

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Could I have something with Steven/ nervous female reader & the prompt 'Relax,lie still & let me take care of you'. Thanks!

@ahookedheroespureheart holy FUCK yes you can!!! i usually don't write for experienced steven BUT i want him to take care of me so bad bro its a problem. i also think that steven could dom the fuck out of you if you asked,,, thank u for requesting my love

Gold Skinned and Eager

Tags: Steven Grant x Reader, oral (f!recieving), light overstimulation, a little Marc x Reader (also yes the title is from Touch Tank by Quinnie I think of Steven every time I listen to it)

You aren’t that inexperienced. Really, you’re not. It’s just that your dating experience has been unequivocally awful. Boyfriend after boyfriend, breakup after breakup. All of them terrible and painfully self-centered, both in everyday life and in the bedroom. So you aren’t inexperienced, not really, you just haven’t had anyone to do everything with you yet.

Until you met Marc. And then, subsequently, Steven and Jake. It’s strange, the feeling of being loved so wholly and unconditionally, without fear of judgment. Strange, but nice.

So when you tell Steven softly, picking at the skin around your nails and avoiding eye contact at all costs, that no one has ever eaten you out before, he tugs you close, strong arms wrapping around your waist. His calloused fingertips tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“Can I please show you, darling?” he asks, voice breathy. He doesn’t really even have to ask. You’re already nodding.

But you can’t help the way your thighs tremble a few hours later, how your breaths become light and nervous as Steven lays your naked body out upon your shared bed, moving down to be eye level with your pretty cunt.

“Love, if you aren’t sure about this-” Steven begins, looking up into your eyes, but you shake your head so hard you’re afraid it may fly off.

“Steven, no, it’s not,” you breathe, tossing your forearm over your eyes. “I just- God, no one’s ever been this close before. I mean, I would’ve waxed, or something, if I had known-” Steven cuts you off with a chuckle, smoothing his calloused hands across the insides of your thighs.

“Darling, I assure you, you’re the most perfect thing I have ever seen,” Steven murmurs, laying soft kisses down the paths his hands brush over. Those lips, soft and plush, so close to your soaking pussy. “Just relax, darling,” you can feel his breaths fanning over you, and your hips twitch. Steven’s hands shoot up, anchoring you to the bed. “Lie still,” he whispers, “and let me take care of you.”

You barely have a chance to breathe before he leans in to lick a long stripe up your dripping cunt, and the whine you let out is embarrassing, all high pitched and tinny. But you can feel Steven’s grin between your legs, his hands shifting to wrap tight around your thighs, and he’s diving in.

His strong tongue licks roughly at your sensitive clit, swirling around it in tight, maddening circles before shifting down to suck softly at the sticky lips of your pussy. The sensation is unfamiliar, but so fucking good that the edges of your vision are already blurring. He tongues slowly over your clenching entrance before easing it in, his nose moving over your clit.

“Steven, Steven, oh fuck. God, it feels- it feels so good, oh shit-” Your hands tangle in his hair as your back arches, keeping him glued to you as you mumble incoherently. Steven groans into you, the vibrations rocketing up your spine and ricocheting around your murky brain.

“You’re so beautiful for me love,” Steven says between his ministrations. “Can’t believe no one’s eaten this pretty cunt before, y’taste so fucking good. So sweet, darling.” He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, and it’s a miracle you don’t black out. “Going to eat you out for hours darling,” he says, and it feels like a threat. “I’ll eat you till you pass out, yeah? Wouldn’t that be nice?” It barely feels like Steven is even speaking to you anymore, and a glance down to the man between your thighs is even more proof of that.

Steven’s eyes are blown wide, his cheeks red and hair beautifully mussed by your clutching hands. His lips are shiny, so soaked with your slick. He looks destroyed, just from eating you out. He shuts his eyes as he licks into you, completely lost in it, and fuck, you are too.

“Want you to cum, darling,” he murmurs, not opening his eyes or taking his mouth away from your sticky cunt. “Wanna feel this pretty pussy soak me. Fuck, Marc wants it too, I can- I can hear him. He wants a turn, yeah? Give him a turn eating this gorgeous pussy?”

The moan that rips out of your throat is nearly painful, the thought of Marc eating you out, right after Steven. You don’t think you’ll make it to the morning. But Steven’s already taking your clit into his mouth again, sucking and licking at it, playing with you like a toy, and the knot in your stomach is tightening, your back shooting up, up-

Your vision whites out for a moment as you cum, your little whispers of “Steven, Steven, Steven” echoing loudly in your ears as your pussy clenches and soaks Steven’s face. He groans with you, licking at you softly as you ride out your orgasm. He only pulls away when you push lightly at his forehead with a soft whine of, “sensitive.”

His broad shoulders loom over you as he moves up, and you barely have the strength to wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him down on top of you to kiss him. You can taste yourself on his lips, but you can’t bring yourself to be disgusted. Instead, you can only smile into the kiss, and Steven grins back.

“Thank you Steven,” you whisper, and Steven breaks from your mouth with a loving peck.

“As if that was even close to a chore, darling,” he says. “I should be thanking you,” he murmurs, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. You giggle softly at him, sighing as you feel his soft lips laying little kisses into your skin. You know what’s happening when Steven’s back tightens a few minutes later, a small change, but still noticeable. You know that he’s not Steven anymore.

“Marc?” you whisper into the quiet of the room, and your boyfriend raises his head to look at you.

“Hi baby,” Marc says, his voice beautifully gruff. “You still gonna give me a turn?”

#steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #steven grant smut #steven grant my beloved #marc spector smut #marc spector x reader #moon knight smut #moon knight x you #moon knight x reader

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pray4saint · 10 months

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SAPNAP PLS nsfw headcannons.... him taking the bdsm tests, what's his sex drive? I just know he presses himself against you every time he passes you, but does he follow through ;)))

FOUND UR ACCC YESTERDAY and I'm acc in love like we both love dteam and marauders it's such a rare combination and I've never seen anyone love both before! ( like me LOL) do you take anons? 🥺

sapnap nsfw headcanons

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. dirty talk. sapnap taking the bdsm test.

a/n. i would be happy to write more horndog texan for you / the only other person i know who writes mcyt & marauders is my younger cousin but they're fifteen so we don't interact online but lmk if you'd like their @ (& yes, i do take anons, the current anons i have are 💚 & 🦥)

as you said anon, sap absolutely presses against you when he passes by you, even when there's plenty of space to just go around, he does it to rile you up

does he follow through?? sometimes he does it for buildup for later that night, to make you all whiny and needy for him

but other times when you call him out for it, it's a 25/75 of if he won't follow through or he will (just to clarify, 25% of the time he won't, 75% he does)

when you call him out and he follows through though.. it's rough, it's kinky, it's dirty and it is hot and heavy

i mean more degradation when you call him out, more slapping if you're into that, hair pulling, messy, sloppy kisses

”god, such a slut for me aren't ya?” he pulls his lips from yours, a string of saliva thinning the farther he gets from your mouth, and it finally breaks when he licks his bottom lip. ”sap, please-” ”isn't this what you wanted babe?” he tangles a hand in your hair, ”to be fucked senseless under me like a whore?” he tugs at your hair, making you whine and beg him to just fuck you already.

sapnap's sex drive i'd say is above average, but not by a whole lot

i think if he can, he'll find a way to fuck you every day or every other day, but if you're not feeling it or you have your period or you just don't want to, it's not the end of the world for him

his sex drive is based solely on his attraction to you; when he was single he had a low sex drive but when you two started dating it jumped wayy up

OH OH OH my brain goes brrrrr for this shit: when you've been going at it for awhile, his southern accent becomes more pronounced with every word he says

”fuck- darl' you're doing so- s'good f'me.” his breath fans hot against your ear and down your neck and he fucks into you, drawing moan after moan out of you.

lots of praise this way, about how well you take him, how perfect you look under him or on top of him, about how much he loves you and how good you treat him

i think despite his above average sex drive, he still likes taking his time, teasing you, building up foreplay, because it all adds to the experience for you and that's all he really wants, for you to be happy

sapnap believes in being begged, for anything really, to be touched, to be fucked a certain way, to cum, yk he just gets it

also some sub!sapnap for you // sub!sap who begs to be touched when he's horny and if you say no he just can't help it, he'll touch himself even if he isn't allowed to

sub!sapnap, rutting into you while he begs to be praised >>>>

”m'i doing good? please tell me i'm doing good..” while his pelvis presses against yours over and over again. ”yes- sap fuck, you're doing so good, such a good boy for me.” his hips begin to stutter at your words.

thank you for coming to my ted talk

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

#pray4saint #dteam #dream team #dsmp #mcyt #sapnap #sapnap smut #sapnap x reader smut #dteam smut #dream team smut #mcyt smut #gn!reader #mcyt x reader smut #sapnap headcanons #saint's inbox !!#saint's nsf !!#ns.sap #dsmp smut #dsmp x reader smut

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mustardyellowsunshine · 5 months

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In today's episode of Shut Up Robin, Nobody Cares:

I finished Maison Ikkoku back in February, and I had a lot of feelings about the series. (It's good, do yourself a favor and go read it if you haven't.) As I read through it, I couldn't shake the thought: this is the caliber of romantic development Rumiko Takahashi can bring to the table?? We could've had this kind of relationship development in InuYasha??? 😭😭

The other thought I couldn't shake: InuYasha fans who still question the sincerity and depth of InuYasha's feelings for Kagome might benefit from reading Maison Ikkoku all the way to the end. They should read the final chapters of Maison Ikkoku, think for awhile about the blatant parallel themes found in InuYasha, and then try reevaluating InuKag's dynamic.

Now, I should clarify: I think the InuYasha series already makes it abundantly self-evident that the Inu/Kag/Kik "triangle" (🙄) is a complex situation that puts InuYasha in an extremely difficult position. (Well, it puts all of them in a difficult position, but you get the idea.) You just have to read the series with your brain on to see that. To review: teenage boy is tricked and terrorized by a demonic murderer; that demon successfully murders the boy's ex while masquerading as him; later his ex is revived from the dead against her will, wanders the earth as a vengeful spirit for awhile (who wouldn't be pissed about being brought back into that bullshit?), and is actively stalked by the demon who already murdered her once; teenage boy is falling in love with someone else when this happens, but he still wants to save his ex from being re-victimized by the demon who already brutally murdered her once. Anyone who sees that situation and describes it with a straight face as "InuYasha needs to make up his mind already" is probably never going to reconsider their assessment of InuYasha's character. They've already formed an opinion in defiance of the evidence. That ship done sailed.

But for some folks, I think experiencing the way Maison Ikkoku explores the same relationship themes—and particularly how it resolves those themes in the final chapters—could help them re-evaluate the emotional nuances in InuKag's relationship, and maybe help to re-contextualize the Inu/Kag/Kik conflict.

The parallels between Godai/Kyoko and InuYasha/Kagome are pretty obvious—Rumiko Takahashi consistently revisits this relationship dynamic in her work (it's present in Mao to a lesser extent). But I think Maison Ikkoku more directly confronts the emotional complexity of that dynamic. You can feel the difference in how RT more directly explores the messiness, complications, and pain of a) grieving a former relationship even while falling in love with someone else, and b) loving someone who is still tangled up in grieving their past. The InuYasha series obviously deals with those themes too, but Maison Ikkoku brings more focus and resolution to its exploration.

This may be for two reasons: 1) Maison Ikkoku had an older audience, as it was published in a seinen magazine geared for adult men between 18 - 40 years old, and 2) the relationship tension between Godai/Kyoko pretty much constitutes the main story of Maison Ikkoku; in InuYasha, the plot (such as it is) revolves around a vengeance quest and the monster of the week, and the relationship tensions between InuKag are second to that. Maybe that's why RT was more willing to get into the weeds with Godai/Kyoko and to more directly resolve the tension.

InuYasha does have some standout chapters where it explicitly deals with the tension of InuKag's situation (e.g., chapter 78, chapter 124, chapter 176, chapter 286, chapter 458, etc.), but there's this distinct hesitance in the narrative to resolve that tension in a substantive way. That's one of my beefs with the InuYasha series: it gives us moments of standout, concrete relationship development which then doesn't impact the future narrative all that much. The same relationship conflicts play out over and over again, well past their narrative expiration dates. See: Miroku flirting with women right in front of Sango after they've acknowledged feelings for each other; also the entire Kaō arc, which just... I do not understand the narrative purpose of that arc when it just exacerbates tensions that already existed and resolves none of them. Anyway. I digress.

You could argue this hesitance to permanently resolve relationship conflict comes from the episodic nature of InuYasha's storytelling. There's some truth to that, but that's not a satisfying explanation for why the main couple's relational status quo remains inert for the latter half of the series. Maison Ikkoku also does this to an extent—the "will they, won't they?" tension is strung along for as long as possible—but in general Maison Ikkoku does a better job of allowing relationship development to actually affect the narrative. Moments of emotional revelation and growth do change the relational status quo between Godai and Kyoko. They don't stay in quite the same relationship limbo that InuYasha and Kagome get stuck in for the latter half of the series. (It probably also helps that Maison Ikkoku is significantly shorter than InuYasha.)

All that to say: I think Godai/Kyoko is actually a useful mirror for examining InuKag, because they share the same themes and relationship dynamics without sharing the same narrative failings.

Okay, so: big time major spoilers ahead for Maison Ikkoku. Stop here if you don't want to see the conclusion of that series.

I want to look at how Maison Ikkoku's conclusion simultaneously revisits and resolves the main conflict between Godai/Kyoko.

Ahhhhhh my feelings!!! Man I love this series.

Okay, let's review the major takeaways from this scene:

• Notice how the tension between Godai and Kyoko—Godai's struggle with insecurity and Kyoko's feelings for her deceased husband—mirrors the tension between InuKag. And notice that the reader is encouraged to sympathize with both Godai and Kyoko. Godai is not "at fault" for struggling with insecurity and feelings of jealousy. That's a natural human feeling to have, especially in a relationship that hasn't been anywhere near secure until very recently. And despite whatever jealousy or inadequacy he may be feeling, Godai tries to see things from Kyoko's perspective. Part of Godai's struggle—the heartache of it—is his understanding that Kyoko is also not at fault. It's not her fault that she married before she ever met Godai, it's not her fault her husband died, and it's not her fault that she's struggling with the grief of that tragedy. She's trying to reorient herself to her new life after loss; she's falling in love with Godai, but she's also scared of betraying her husband's memory. (Let's hold that mirror up to InuYasha now, shall we? SHALL WE?) Moving on from Soichiro emotionally represents to Kyoko a breach of duty to a loved one.

• To reiterate: neither Godai nor Kyoko are "at fault" in this situation. That's precisely why it's a tragedy. They both have to process painful, messy feelings; both their feelings are valid and understandable. (Hold that mirror up to InuKag, girl. HOLD IT UP.)

• Notice how Godai explicitly acknowledges that loving Kyoko means loving the Kyoko who once loved Soichiro. "On the day I met Kyoko, you were already within her. That's the Kyoko I fell in love with." It's impossible to divorce Kyoko from her feelings for her former husband: that part of her life significantly shaped her into who she is. And I just love that Godai is hashing out his feelings at Soichiro's grave: it shows a sort of respect for Soichiro's memory, but more importantly it also shows that Godai knows his negative feelings can't ultimately be "fixed" by Kyoko. If she could fix them, he'd be having this conversation with her. (And by this point in the series they have had this conversation.) But Godai knows he's the only one who can truly work through/resolve his insecurity—especially now, when Kyoko has already assured him that she loves him—and I love how the scene's setting subtly demonstrates that. Soichiro's ghost is haunting Godai's feelings, not Kyoko's, and Godai is trying to work through that with Soichiro himself. There's no love triangle to resolve here: what needs resolving is Godai's own feelings of inadequacy which no amount of assurance from Kyoko can ultimately "fix." This is his ghost to fight. (We get an echo of this kind of inner conflict in chapter 458 of InuYasha: Kagome directly wrestles with the "ghost" of Kikyo and struggles toward some resolution of her own insecurities.... Only for the Kaō arc to come along later and materially damage that resolution and character growth for no clear reason, BUT I DIGRESS.) And this scene shows that Godai wins that fight: he comes to understand that loving Kyoko has to include accepting her past. Kagome reaches a very similar understanding in chapters 175 and 176 of InuYasha.

• To reiterate: Maison Ikkoku's conclusion is not the resolution of a "love triangle." It's the resolution of a series-long conflict, which is completely different. In order for love triangles to work—to actually function as love triangles—two competing love interests have to be viable options. This is quite evidently not the case in Maison Ikkoku: Soichiro is dead at the start of the series. It's literally impossible for Kyoko to choose him in any meaningful way. RT blatantly acknowledges this early in the series when Kyoko's father-in-law tells her she has to live her life. I cannot stress enough how self-consciously the series is not about a love triangle between Godai/Kyoko/Soichiro. (Mitaka is another matter entirely, for a different post.) Rather, the series is about the damaging power of grief in our lives, the rocky and painfully non-linear journey to healing from that grief, and how messy, fraught, and ultimately profoundly beautiful it is to love another person for exactly who they are — past pain/trauma and all. (Please for the love of heaven hold that mirror up to InuKag.)

• No, you know what? I'm not leaving that at a parenthetical. I'm just gonna say it: exactly as Maison Ikkoku is not about a love triangle, InuYasha isn't either. For the same reasons as stated above, the Inu/Kag/Kik dynamic is not ultimately a love triangle because Kikyo is dead at the start of the series. And while her spirit is magically revived—in an altered/diminished form—she is still not truly alive. The story conspicuously communicates this: her body is literally created from decomposing bones and cannot sustain itself (she needs to consume souls—other deceased spirits—to remain animated), symbolically suggesting she is of the dead even as she walks among the living. This is a facsimile of life. RT is not subtle about this. Kikyo is a tragic and complex character whose arc can be interpreted in many ways, but I think it's fair to say that the series self-consciously represents her as a past which can't be recovered. The damage has been done. She is dead, time continues to move forward, and there's no reversing that. (That's, again, why it's a tragedy.) Even her resurrected body symbolically represents this reality via death imagery. Ergo, from the very start of the series—just as we see in Maison Ikkoku—Kikyo is not a truly viable option for InuYasha. He can't choose her in any meaningful way. To "choose" her would be to essentially choose death—abandonment of life—just as Kyoko choosing Soichiro would make her "a wife who hadn't died yet." Kikyo represents an irrecoverable past just as Soichiro does. And the main thematic trajectory of each series does not suggest that Kyoko/InuYasha should give up on life by choosing death — it suggests they should choose life. Godai and Kagome conspicuously represent life, the possibility of living into the future. (Kagome is literally from the future, that's how unsubtle RT is about this.)

(A quick aside while we're here: no, Kikyo's not being a viable option does nothing to diminish the sincerity of InuYasha's feelings for Kagome. Kagome is not a "second choice," for the love of God the series blatantly addresses that very thing many, many times—like it's right there y'all—and I have already written a long ass post about why Kagome's insecurity over InuYasha's feelings for her shouldn't be taken as gospel truth.)

So, rather than being an actual love triangle, I think the Inu/Kag/Kik dynamic is a complicated emotional landscape that explores the same themes Maison Ikkoku does: how grief and trauma affect our lives, how painful and messy it can be to heal from that grief, and that loving someone—choosing to take that mutual risk with them—means trusting that they mean it when they tell/show us they love us, and choosing to trust them more than our own insecurities.

It's just that Maison Ikkoku explores those themes a little better. 😅 Which is why I think it makes a good mirror for re-examining InuKag: all the same themes without all the narrative failings and missed opportunities. ✌🏼

#it's done!!!! I've been sitting on this since March @__@#there was a whole other section comparing and contrasting Maison Ikkoku's conclusion with chapter 176 in InuYasha...#but it was too meandering and I lost the plot on it so maybe I'll try that again in a different post one day lol #InuKag #Maison Ikkoku #analysis #that whole section where I basically said 'some emotional intelligence is required to understand InuYasha's situation'#that same sentiment caused the biggest shit fest I've ever seen on a fandom server #it was truly mind boggling #so naturally i've decided to write a 2200 word essay to more thoroughly explore that idea 😈

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ivy-and-ivory · 9 months

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I absolutely adore your Batman and Jason Todd fics!!! I was wondering if you had any fic recs? ♥️

Thank you Anon!! I’m so glad you enjoy my writing :D

There’s so much incredible Jason & Bruce fic out there and I’m more than happy to share some recs! I’m unfortunately not the best about remembering to keep track of fics I enjoy, so this is by no means a definitive/comprehensive list of my favorites, but I scrolled through my bookmarks and found a few fics that will hopefully satisfy your Jason & Bruce cravings :)

Stargazer by LemonadeGarden @lemonadegarden (47,656 words, Multi-chap, Complete)

Author’s Summary:

“Jason Todd is seriously injured during patrol one night, and is forced to stay at the manor to recuperate until his injuries are healed. To pass the time, he makes a list of things he never got to do before he died. Except there's one small problem: most of them involve Bruce, and Jason doesn't really think Bruce cares all that much about him anymore. This is a story about how wrong he is, but I made it sad anyway.”

Truly what can I even say about this fic. This is the story that made me fall in love with Jason Todd, and Bruce & Jason reconciliation fics, and Bruce & Jason destination/road trip fics, and basically everything I care most about in this fandom. I’d been a Superbat fan for a while before I started getting into the Batfam side of things, and around the time I read this I was only just starting to read stories about the Robins. This was the gateway fic. This was the one that caught me and made it stick. Formative, definitive, one of my all time faves.

this kind of weather by r_astra @heyy-its-skip (46,456 words, Multi-chap, WIP)

Author’s Summary:

“Jason’s at school when his mom dies, and that’s the only reason any of it happens. If he’d been home, if he’d been with her, he would’ve been in the wind before anyone else even knew. Even if they looked, no one ever would’ve found him. He’d have taken to the sewers if that’s what it took, man-eating crocodile guy and all.”

Ohhhhh this fic. Bio-parent Bruce AUs don’t always do it for me, but the fics that get it right get it RIGHT, and this is one of them. Possibly my favorite Jason joins the batfam late fic ever. I’m obsessed with the Jason characterization in this one. Like actually obsessed. Like he is rotating in my brain like a rotisserie chicken at all times constantly 24/7 obsessed. Cannot recommend enough.

Growing Like A Breeze by whaleofatime @cetaceans-pls (6,114 words, Oneshot, Complete)

Author’s Summary:

“April 27th isn't anyone's favourite date, but it's somehow worse than usual today when Bruce gets his car stolen. It's nice of Red Hood to come to his rescue. Nicer even that Jason keeps him company afterwards.”

If you’ve read my fics I think it should be a given that any Jason & Bruce fic tagged “Inexplicable Road Trip” is absolutely going to do it for me. But god, Bruce’s psyche in this one. The man has twisted himself up in more tangles than the Gordian knot. Really fantastic exploration of Bruce & Jason’s relationship and trying to move forward past the destructiveness of grief and blame. I will be thinking about the bumper stickers on Bruce's Hyundai Elantra forever.

through space and time by sparkycap @sparkysomething (6,334 words, Oneshot, Complete)

Author's Summary:

"When an Outlaws mission gets Jason sent back twelve years in the past, he finds himself in a familiar position: stealing something stupid and getting caught by a Batman who wants to give him a second chance. It’s a refreshing change from how encounters with his present-day Batman usually go."

I am a simple woman. Give me a fic where Bruce interacts with Jason without really knowing the significance of who he's interacting with and I will go feral, every time. Absolutely brutal interaction between a well-meaning Bruce and a hurting Jason in this one. Don't want to spoil anything, but there's one line of dialogue in particular that just. Ugh. Fuck me all the way up.

Clearly Calm and Keeping Terrorized by Batbirdies @batbirdies (258,290 words, Multi-Chap, Complete)

Author's Summary:

"Jason made a deal with Bruce, no killing, and there would be no more conflict between them. At least on patrol. Jason reasoned it would be easier to accomplish his goals without constantly fighting Batman along the way. It didn’t change anything, not really. Not until he found an old gift he never knew about and Bruce asked him to dogsit Titus while he and Damian were out of town. Not until the Lazarus Pit started bothering him again. AKA: My take on a Jason rejoins the family fic."

I am once again reccing a Bruce & Jason reconciliation fic (are you perhaps noticing a trend?) This one will break your heart and put it back together again. It's part of a series but can stand alone (though I've read the two works that precede it and highly recommend them as well). 250k+ words about a father and son and the rest of their family trying to figure out how to heal. Genuinely there is so much love in this fic. And trauma! Can't forget the trauma. But also so much love.

Code of Silence by JHSC @jhscdood (9,376 words, Multi-Chap, Complete)

Author's Summary:

"Willis Todd doesn’t die in prison. That doesn’t change much, until it does."

This one is less Jason & Bruce-centric than the others on this list (though Bruce still features, especially in the other works in the series) but it absolutely fits the bill for Jason & his dad content so I'm reccing it anyway. This fic utterly transformed the way I view Willis Todd. Incredibly thoughtful, emotional exploration of trauma and recovery and trying to heal. The whole series is gold.

Good Intentions and the Highest Hopes by rotasha (16,863 words, Multi-Chap, Complete)

Author's Summary:

"Bruce offers each of his children the chance to go on vacation with him, and they get to choose the destination. Jason chooses the one place he thinks Bruce will enjoy the least, out of spite. That’s how the two of them end up going to Disney World."

Another one that perfectly checks all my favorite Bruce & Jason fic boxes. Reconciliation fic? Check. Set in highly specific non-Gotham destination? Check. Bruce not quite knowing how to connect to Jason but trying his best anyway and Jason finally deciding to let him? Check, check, check. Jason's kind of an asshole in this one; I adore him eternally. And I love Bruce so so much in this.

There are so many more I could add but I'm going to leave it at that for now! Hope some of these are new to you & that you enjoy them! And thanks again for reading my work :D

#thanks for the ask!#reminder to self to go back and leave comments on the ones I haven't yet #batman #bruce wayne #jason todd #fic recs #batman fic recs #ivy rambles #ivy answers

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heaven sent — 10. costume festival

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You woke up from the best sleep you had in years, face smushed into Danielle’s hair, and her face buried in your neck, legs tangled together. You could feel her breath fan against your neck, and you tried not to combust on the spot.

You observed her sleeping face — the way her eyelashes curled and the way the moles on her face were like constellations, and you tried to commit it all to memory. She shifted slightly, her nose brushing against your jaw as she began to wake up.

She sluggishly blinked her eyes open, and smiled shyly as you locked eyes. You frowned as she pulled back after leaving a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth.

She tapped your nose. “Go brush your teeth. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

Of course angels don’t have morning breath.

Minji was already eating breakfast and conversing with Danielle when you came out to the kitchen.

“Bro,” Minji said, mouth full of rice. “I was telling Dani about the festival that our uni is hosting tonight.”

“Dani?” You looked at her questioningly.

“Don’t get jealous that we’re on a nickname basis,” she attempted a wink. “She’s all yours.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling out the stool next to Danielle’s to sit. “I wasn’t jealous.”

“We should go,” Danielle smiled, pushing a bowl of rice and spam towards you. “It sounds fun. I’ve never been to a festival before.”

“Really?” Minji gasped. “Do Australian universities not do that kinda stuff?”

“Oh, no,” Danielle backtracked. “They do. I just never found the time to go.”

Nice save.

“You do know it’s a costume festival, right?” You said, eating a spoonful of rice. “We don’t have any costumes.”

Minji checked her Apple watch. “You guys have around six hours. That’s plenty of time to go shopping and find one.”

Your eyes followed the grain of rice that flew out of Minji’s mouth in disgust. “What are you going as?”

“I’m dressing up as a minion,” she said proudly, as if it was something to be proud of. “I got the goggles and everything.”

“This is why you get no girls, bro,” you sighed. “Couldn’t you have dressed up as a somewhat hot character? Like, I don’t know, Harley Quinn, or Catwoman?”

She pouted. “What’s wrong with minions? Aren’t they funny? Don’t girls like humor?”

Danielle patted Minji comfortingly on the back. “I’m sure you’ll find someone who likes you for you.”

Minji glared at you. “You should be more like your girlfriend.”

“Whatever,” you puffed your cheeks. “Shut up and eat.”

“I didn’t know angels could sleep,” you said as the two of you entered a random clothing store. “Messengers of God, sorry.”

“Technically, we could live without sleep,” Danielle explained. “But, I think anyone would go crazy if they didn’t shut their brain off for a few hours. So we choose to sleep.”

You hummed. “Smart choice.”

You walked over to the costume section, grimacing at the horrendous costumes on display. You grabbed a mask of an unknown hairy creature. “What the fuck is this? Who is this meant to be?”

She giggled at your appalled face. “Look at this one.” She presented another mask of an unknown green creature with bulging eyes and ginormous teeth.

You almost gagged at how jiggly it was. “Get that away from me.”

You scoured the shelves, frowning at the disappointing choices.

“What about this one?” Danielle pointed to a matching devil and angel costume. It wasn’t a costume really, it was just a halo and wings for the angel, and a horned headband and tail for the devil.

It’s basic and overdone. But she looks like she likes it.

You smiled. “It suits us. You are an angel after all.”

Your smile quickly fell when you saw her teasing grin. “That wasn’t meant to be a cheesy line. I meant it literally.”

“It’s okay to be cheesy,” she pinched your cheek affectionately. You grunted in response, pulling her to the checkout.

Danielle gasped at the bustling crowds of people at the university campus, which was lit up with fairy lights and decorated with party flags. There were a plethora of stalls scattered around, some selling food, others offering prizes for games, and some even had brought in dogs and cats to pet.

“Woah,” her eyes shone in astonishment. “This is amazing.”

“Yeah,” you bit your lip at the sight of her. She managed to make the cheap costume look so good. “Let’s go find Minji.”

It wasn’t hard to find her, since she was half yellow. You were not surprised to find her at a takoyaki stall, munching away happily. She looked like an idiot with her baggy overalls and ugly goggles.

“Hello to my favorite couple,” she grinned sleazily. “Cute costumes.”

Danielle turned to face you, a pleading look in her eyes. “Can we buy some? They look so good.”

“Sure,” you mumbled, following along as she pulled you in line. While Danielle was busy admiring the festival, Minji directed an exaggerated look at your intertwined hands, then made childish kissy faces at you. You flashed her the middle finger (with your free hand), mouthing ‘fuck you’, to which she responded by sticking out her tongue like an immature brat.

Unaware of this interaction, Danielle turned back to face Minji with a smile. “You should join us tonight! I haven’t had a campus tour yet.”

Please say no.

“I’d love to,” Minji accepted graciously, like the spawn of the devil she was. You just knew she was internally cackling at your misery. You paid the vendor and fed the takoyaki to Danielle, and forced a smile.

“Where to first?”

The three of you went to explore every single stall at the festival, much to your chagrin, but seeing Danielle radiate with joy made it better. Minji was still irritating as always, feeling the need to share unnecessary anecdotes every five minutes.

“You know, at this very tree, I pretended to confess to Y/n as a prank. You should’ve seen the look on her face! She was so flustered she started stuttering and shit,” Minji laughed boisterously.

“Shut up,” you glowered. “You wouldn’t have known what to say either.”

“You’re so cute when you’re shy,” she teased. “How did you react when Dani confessed to you?”

You choked when Danielle responded. “She confessed to me first.”

Minji gasped. “No way.”

You opened your mouth to explain yourself, “Actually-”

Danielle shoved ice cream (sprinkles and all) in your mouth and kept going, “Yes way. It was so romantic. She set up a cute little picnic and scattered rose petals everywhere.”

What the fuck. Where did she even get that story from?

“Oh my god,” Minji fanned herself obnoxiously. “Y/n, you charmer.”

You had to resist the temptation of throwing the icecream in Minji’s face. Karma did strike later, though, when she tried to pet a cat and it smacked her square in the face, knocking off her minion goggles. It left a red imprint of a paw on her face.

(Danielle had to pull you to the side because you were laughing too hard.)

This cycle continued for the rest of the night. Despite Minji’s intrusive presence, the kiss you and Danielle shared at the end of the night during a fireworks display made it all worth it.

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#newjeans x reader #newjeans fanfic #newjeans fic #danielle marsh x reader #mo jihye x reader

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rainbowmaze · 1 year

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Motorcycle

✩ Character: Draken

✩ Word Count: 1.7k

✩ Summary: “C’mon! You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Dropping your voice to a whisper, you leaned up - never mind that doing so required you to stand up a bit - and cajoled, “Sex.” Or, you convince Draken to have sex with you on his motorcycle.

✩ Warnings: 18+ Only | Minors Do Not Interact

✩A/N: Also posted on AO3 by the username rainbow_maze.

Draken liked to store his precious motorcycle in the locked-up garage that was attached to the brothel he was raised in. In order to dissuade thieves from breaking in and stealing it, he’d spent quite the time and effort securing the place with locks.

You were one of the lucky few that he allowed inside the garage rather than forcing you to wait outside for him to lock up. As Draken put down the kickstand with a practiced movement of his foot, a mischievous idea formed in your brain. Smirking, you allowed your hands to snake down from his waist to kneed his dick through those baggy black pants.

He inhaled a sharp breath and half-playfully glared at your smiling figure over his shoulder. “And what do you think you’re doing?”

“Haven’t you ever wanted to do it on here?” you questioned excitedly. You were always down to try something at least once when it came to sex barring anything that had to do with extreme emotional or physical pain. It would be a new experience for both of you and would spice up your sex lives. “Just one time?”

Draken sighed and gripped the handlebars tighter. “What do you mean by ‘it’?” he avoided while purposefully ignoring your gaze.

“C’mon! You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Dropping your voice to a whisper, you leaned up - never mind that doing so required you to stand up a bit - and cajoled, “Sex.”

You could feel him taking a deep breath for patience before exhaling it. “But we don’t even have any protection. Besides, anyone can walk into this place.”

Your lips planted a soft kiss on his neck, enjoying the feeling of him tensing and relaxing in quick succession. There was a bulge in his pants now after your careful ministrations that continued in order to further convince him of your idea. “Just pull out on time, then. It should be a safe day for me anyways. And if anyone walks in, then I’m sure you can take them out on your own. I thought you were supposed to be all big and strong?”

“Ha-ah?” Draken drawled, a fire officially lighting underneath him at your teasing. You yelped as he picked you up and deposited you on his lap to face a semi-playful scowl. His breaths fanned over your face as he leaned in close enough for your lips to brush. “Be careful what you wish for, then, little minx.”

Draken’s lips slot with yours, exuding a pressure that steals your breath as his hands slip under your shirt to rub circles on your sides. You moaned into his mouth and ground your hips just to hear his breath hitch again. The action sent a shiver down your spine that was accompanied by a jolt of pleasure as one of his warm hands tangled in the hair on the back of your head.

You broke away from him with half a mind to take off your bottoms and underwear, hazily gazing at the string of saliva that connected the two of you together before it broke off. Your legs swung to one side before standing up as your hands made quick work to remove the two most restricting clothing you had on.

There was a shuffle of fabric near you and the sound of a zipper going down while your gaze was turned away. Looking over your shoulder, you spotted Draken sporting a lazy grin and slowly stroking his erect cock. Though you should be used to the sight of it by now after dating for a couple of years, the fact that it was so long always threw you off guard each and every time. He knew this fact if the cocky expression on his face had anything to say about it.

The concrete of the garage was uncomfortable on your knees, but you bared with it anyway. Just for him, of course. “You don’t have to,” he mumbled but didn’t protest as you leaned forward from your kneeling position to hold his dick with one hand and lick along a bulging vein. Draken hissed and held the back of your head to simply tangle his fingers through your hair, mindful to not exert any pressure.

His body warmth caused your already heated cheeks to darken. The taste of Draken was salty and on the bitter end, but it wasn’t a bad one and rather easy to ignore in favor of watching his intimidating facade cracking with each purposeful stroke of your tongue. You rubbed your thighs together at the growing wetness slowly leaking down to stain the floor and allowed your tongue to tease the head and slit of his cock. Beads of precum were licked up by you and quickly swallowed, not allowing the taste to linger on your tastebuds for too long.

He groaned at your movements and bucked his hips. The movement was quickly stilled when your mouth took in his head, careful in keeping your teeth away and your eyes locked with his heated gaze.

It was a slow process to take all of him in, but you used your hand to rub the part of him that wasn’t shoved down your throat. “You’re doing so good,” Draken mumbled when you got halfway while stroking your hair, keeping it out of your way. He hissed again and tensed the muscles in his thighs after your free hand fondled his balls.

You bobbed your head up to breathe and wrapped your tongue around the underside of his cock, feeling drool leaking down the side of your mouth. When you went back down, you were able to take in nearly all of it before coming up again and repeating the process. A sense of satisfaction filled your heart every time Draken’s breath hitched, and you had to fight down the accomplished smile when your nose brushed against the neatly trimmed hairs on his pubic area.

Your cheeks hallowed as you started to bob your head at a faster pace now that you achieved what you were aiming for, feeling your jaw start to ache from the position. He whispered encouragements in the silent garage while continuing to stroke your hair as you sucked him off. His uneven breathing and the moans slipping out of him keyed you in on his impending release. It was just in time, too, because the friction of your thighs rubbing together wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy you and the hardened concrete was causing your knees to ache.

Draken’s hips thrust unwillingly and the grip he had on your head tightened as he came down your throat, panting and groaning with his head thrown back as you shoved down the instinct to spit it out and swallowed it all instead.

You gazed at the way his throat looked exposed and how his brows furrowed from the force of his orgasm. There were beads of sweat and perspiration dotting his forehead and neck when you released him, wiping away the spit and leaked cum from your mouth with the back of your hand. You groaned as you stood up and heard the sounds of your bones cracking from the position you were in.

His steading hands were more than welcome to your aching body, and you allowed him to guide you back onto his lap on the motorcycle. Needing to feel any kind of friction, you ground your hips up against his and whimpered at the feeling of his cock against your pussy.

“Someone’s impatient, aren’t we?” Draken teased with a small grin decorating his face.

Chuckling, you put your foreheads together and aligned his dick with your entrance. “You have no right to say that.” You bit back a moan and gripped his shoulder using your free hand at the feeling of him stretching your pussy. His grip on your hips tightened as he helped you slowly make your way down, allowing you to adjust at your own pace rather than forcing you down.

The feeling of him was different without a condom, and you began to understand just why a lot of people preferred to have sex this way. The friction was greater and knowing that there was nothing between the two of you had you unconsciously clamping down, drawing a sharp hiss and tightening grip from Draken.

When his eyes started to close, you removed your hand from his dick and took his face in your now-free hand. Your thumb brushed over his closed eyelid and cheekbone in an effort to gain his attention. A smile pulled up the corners of your lips as your butt reached his lap once again, fully sheathing his dick inside you.

“How do you feel?” you muttered against his lips.

He hummed and thrust his hips once, bouncing you on his cock before smirking at your startled cry and the loud squelch of your sexes mixing together. “Too good,” Draken admitted. “I’ll have to be careful not to get addicted.”

Clinging onto his shoulders was all you could do as he set a brutally fast pace now that you warmed up, eager to chase that second release. The sounds of your moans and his balls slapping against your perineum echoed throughout the empty room, and you hoped in the back of your mind that no one outside paid any mind to the noises. It was the Red Light District anyway, you reassured yourself.

No words needed to be said as you clutched each other and set a steady pace that stole the breath from your lungs. The friction had you panting and whimpering in his ear until the build-up of pressure in your lower abdomen forced you to help him bounce on his dick.

You felt so full. Moaning, you stuttered out, “‘m gonna cum soon.”

Both of your thrusts turned erratic at the oncoming orgasms. “Just a bit more,” Draken panted in your ear. The sound of his voice sent shivers down your spine, and your nails dug into his shoulders as the pressure dropped. You held onto him as your entire body tensed and your eyes rolled into the back of your head, air unable to enter your lungs.

His continued fast thrusts had you shaking from the overstimulation, and the both of you mumbled out each other’s names until Draken abruptly pulled out to shoot his cum on your stomach with a deep groan.

Your pants filled the air while you both came down from your high, feeling a sense of reality re-establishing around you.

Draken leaned back to grin cheekily down at you and thumbed your cheek.

“We should do that again.”

#draken x reader #draken #reader #x reader #tokyo revengers #one shot #tokyo revengers draken #ken ryuguji x reader #ken ryuguji #tokyo revengers smut

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thatredheadwriter · 2 years

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Who?

javier peña x reader

This is pure smut (with a little fluff at the end because I can’t resist). During the pursuit of recreational pleasure, you accidentally call Javier something new.

This is an NSFW blurb for female reader with Javier Peña of Narcos. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18. As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however, I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon-level violence.

Warnings Include (but are not limited to):

Lots of pet names

dom!Javier Peña

dom/sub dynamics

Dirty talk

Unprotected P in V sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy)

Established FWB relationship

Daddy kink (title only)

Creampie

Please read at your own discretion and consume your fanfiction responsibly.

You babbled incoherently as Javi fucked you from above. His hot breath fanned your face as he pounded into you ruthlessly. He’d hooked one of your legs over his shoulder and the new angle was finding spots you didn’t even know you had.

“Such a good girl, takin’ it for me like this, princesa,” he purrs, one of his massive hands coming to squeeze your tit, the other firmly gripping your hip in a way that you know there’ll be bruises tomorrow.

“Ah, fuck…Javi,” you cried, clawing for him, needing to feel him over every inch of you. He happily obliged, changing the angle yet again and throwing you even deeper into bliss.

In all your confused pleadings of, ‘please’ and ‘more’ and other half-formed words, you almost missed it when it slipped past your lips.

“Shit, daddy. Feels so good,” you panted, clawing at his shoulders.

But then he stopped completely, halfway inside you, and looked at you with his brow furrowed.

“What’d you say?” he asked, searching your face as if he could find the words there.

You stuttered and tried to hide your face in the pillow, but he was persistent. The hand that wasn’t holding his weight up off of you came to cup your jaw, forcing you to face him.

“Princesa,” the word rolled off his tongue so smoothly, “What was that you called me?”

“I…I called you daddy,” you confessed, your face burning in shame, tears building at your waterline. Javi and you had the kink conversation fairly early in your ‘mutually beneficial recreational partnership’ as you’d dubbed it, but you never brought up your daddy kink. It was so niche and you’d never met anyone else who was into it. Besides, it’s not like Javi needed anything else to add to his toolkit. He already made you cum faster, harder, and more often than any other partner before him, a fact he was very proud of.

His face softened, and he smiled. “Oh, bebita, you could have told me.”

You gasped as he pulled nearly all the way out before filling you back to the hilt.

“Just needed daddy to fuck you dumb, eh?” he grinned as he resumed his earlier pace, his hand slipping from your jaw to wipe a tear that slipped from your eye.

You nodded, brain going to mush when he called himself daddy. That combined with the sight of him above you, sweaty and gorgeous had your orgasm building even faster than usual.

“Who fucks you this good?” he growled in your ear, hand returning to your hip.

“You, daddy!” you all but sob, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging the way you’ve learned he secretly loves.

“Fuck, that’s right. This is my pussy, bebita.”

“Only yours,” you nod in agreement, so close to cumming already it burns like a white-hot coil inside you. But try as you might, your brain couldn’t function well enough to string words together to warn him.

As if Javi didn’t already know from the flutter of your walls around his cock to the way your bit your bottom lip and whined so lowly that if he wasn’t listening for it, he’d miss it over his own heavy breathing and the sound of skin on skin.

“Gonna cum for me, princesa?” he asked, his thumb moving to where it could rub hard and fast on your clit.

You nodded furiously, barely able to do even that before the dam broke and every muscle in your body was tensing and relaxing in careful coordination. Some part of you was aware that words were still coming out of your mouth, but you had no clue what it was you were saying.

It was Javi’s voice that brought you back, low in your ear. “Solo papi te folla tan bien,” he growled.

As you came down from your high, Javi was still chasing his, but he did remove this thumb from your oversensitive nub, giving you a touch of reprieve. You tugged on his hair once more and pressed lazy kisses to the line of his jaw.

Finally, he came, thrusting hard and not stopping until every last drop was fucked up into you.

Javi rolled to the side, thick arms bringing you with him so he could keep you close without crushing you under his weight.

“Shit, where were you keeping that, princesa?” he huffed a laugh, brushing some stray hair from your face.

You curled into his shoulder, trying to hide your embarrassment, “I didn’t think you’d be into it.”

“Hey,’ he captured your chin in one of his rough hands, placing a kiss to your lips before pulling back to look you in the eye, “You can call me whatever you want, bebita, as long as you keep making those pretty noises for me.”

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I don't know why, but I still hope there is time for you, Boston Dumb Fuck. I hope you deserve the consideration and kindness still offered you.

Despite what you may think, I am actually rooting for you. I think you got tangled up in something nefarious that was bigger than you thought and didn't have the proper people around you or the coping skills to get you out. But the decisions and their ensuing consequences are still your own, so let me remind you why I am here and why I will continue to push you (not that I think you are reading my posts. I am just screaming into a void):

You roped us all into this by trying to convince us you are happy in a relationship when it is obvious to almost anyone you don't like her. You maybe thought you were helping the cause by doing a bad job, but that act to save yourself came crashing down on your observant fans, hard. Because when we pointed out the many obvious inconsistencies, we were branded as crazy and jealous. Then there is the gaslighting with changing timelines, photoshopped pictures, sightings and non-sightings, poorly acted jump scares and general mindfuckery. You can't now un-invite us to the party because you don't like what we are saying about the ambiance, like a spoiled brat at her Sweet Sixteen celebration. We will defend ourselves from lies and manipulation and not accept the labels of "unhinged", "bully", "crusty old hag", "mentally unstable" or "delulu" (among others)

She is an awful person and by tying yourself to her like this you implicitly approve of her racism, antisemitism, fatshaming, arrogance, clout-chasing and entitlement, forever. That hypocrisy cannot go unnoticed considering your former stances on these subjects and your role as the face of ASP. The site may be useless and bland on its own, but politics is full of people talking out of both sides of their mouths, and you have made the platform potentially polarizing at a time when we need serious, clear discussions with no distractions

The fact that you look absolutely miserable and discuss your life as if it is not your own is more than a little unnerving. This is in no way to shame you, but rather out of a genuine concern for your safety and why you did this to yourself when you had every opportunity provided (hence, the "Dumb Fuck"). You have talent, but are wasting it on brain-dead pap because you seem afraid of depth and unearthing something blocked deep within your psyche

Show how your behavior parallels the issues of the world at large and how we accept things we shouldn't. We have kept quiet about unchecked privlege, intent vs. impact, performative activism, being child-like vs. childish, ageism, greed, mental illness and wellness, the power and weaponry of sexuality, toxic masculinity and misogyny, generational wealth, integrity, alternative facts and emotional truths, misinformation and disinformation, value placed on hard work, attributes of healthy relationships, preciousness of time, and the effects we have on our fellow mortals, all of which has got us to now, on the brink of societal destruction. And we see this epitomized in the microcosm of your shitshow

And I don't care if this is just how it is done in Hollywood. It shouldn't be- it's dumb, dangerous, unethical and doesn't work. Movies used to not have sound and Harvey the Hutt used to be a free and powerful man. Things evolve!

So please do better and until you do, I will be supporting you and calling you out on your shit. It's called tough love, and it may not be for everyone, but it is the tactic I am using for now. Anyone who disagrees has every right to block and/or ignore me. The only one I wish to debate any of this with is the BDF himself, and he ain't listening.

#Ai in human form #brian wilson vibes #you are the company you keep #coward #liars suck!#do better #i don't like hypocrites #don't piss on my leg and tell me it is raining #i hate manipulation #Is this the life you want?

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Freak Inside Me (one shot)

Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Reader

Warnings: sexual content

Summary: Spending the summer at a country club sounds like torture. Spending the summer at a country club with Nakamoto Yuta, Lee Taeyong, Jeong Jaehyun, Lee Ten, and (a brief appearance from) Xiao Dejun is even worse.

Word Count: 1k

Soundtrack: That by Tinashe

And I keep him begging for the freak inside me,

When he needs me bad he asks me where it’s hiding.

I’m a tease like ‘baby, I forget, remind me’.

I watched closely from the side line as Yuta scored the winning goal. His teammates instantly flocked to his side, cheering and laughing as a sweaty Yuta ran his fingers through his dark hair. He wasn’t cheering with his team though; his eyes were trained on me. He smirked as he made his way over.

“Fuck”, I whispered to myself. I quickly turned around and started making my way through the crowd, hoping he would lose track of me in the hustle and bustle of all the football fans. I suddenly felt a large hand grab hold of my arm, instantly recognising it as Yuta’s touch. I turned around to meet his dark brown eyes.

“I thought you said you weren’t coming tonight”, he grinned, “Couldn’t keep away from me?” I rolled my eyes. He was such an arrogant prick sometimes.

“For your information, I was dragged here by my friends”, I lied. It had actually been the other way around. I was the one who had practically begged them to come to the game with me. I don’t know why. I’d convinced myself that it was because I wanted to see Yuta’s team lose so I could rub it in his face but truthfully, I knew they’d win and I wanted to be here to see the gorgeous smile on Yuta’s face when they finally took home the trophy. Yuta took a step forward, leaning down so I could feel his breath on my neck as he whispered into my ear.

“We both know that’s bullshit. Now why don’t you just stop acting like you hate me and let me fuck you again?” I could feel him smirking as he said this.

“That was a mistake”, I said as I tried to push him back. He was obviously much stronger than me so I ended up being the one who stumbled back. Yuta quickly snaked his hand around my waist and pulled me into his body to stop me from bumping into anyone. He took his position back at the crook of my neck as he left a soft kiss.

“Mistake? I specifically remember you begging me to fuck your brains out. I remember you practically crying out for my touch. I admit there was even a bit of begging from me… I couldn’t help it though. Who would have known that my innocent little neighbour Y/N, the girl who claims to hate my guts, was such a freak in bed? I want her back. I want her now”. His last few words brought goose bumps to my skin. That drunken hook up had been one of the best nights of my life but I’d never let him know that. “Come with me. I want to show you something!” he whispered before grabbing my hand and pulling me through the crowd. I didn’t know where he was taking me but honestly I didn’t care. That’s what I hated about this boy. He always made me disregard everything. I didn’t care that I was leaving my friends to look for me. I didn’t care that it was late and I had to get home soon. I didn’t even care that I was receiving death stares from some of the girls in the crowd who obviously had a huge crush on the gorgeous school football star, Nakamoto Yuta.

“Ummm, Yuta, this is Coach’s office. You wanted to show me… this?” I tried to hide my disappointment.

“No, I wanted to show you this”, and with that, he locked the door and turned to me. He crashed his lips onto mine, his force causing me to stumble back, leaning onto the mahogany desk for support. A rush of heat rose to my face and chest. I could feel his hands on my back, pulling me closer into him. He was still sweaty from the game and I could feel beads of sweat working their way from his nose onto mine. I felt his tongue slowly trace against my lips before plunging into my mouth. My hands shot up as I frantically tangled my fingers through his long, dark locks. His hands began travelling up my body, under my shirt. I could feel him subtly rubbing himself against my leg. He reached the back of my bra and wasted no time in unclipping it. He pulled away from my lips and stared at me for a moment before chuckling to himself. “I should’ve taken your shirt off first, shouldn’t I?” He quickly tugged at the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head. He grabbed my bra straps, yanking at them slightly, leaving my bra to fall to the ground. His pace suddenly slowed as he took a moment to admire my breasts.

“Are you just gonna stand there and stare at me or are you going to put that precious mouth of yours to work?” I teased. Yuta’s eyes met mine as a grin began to form on his lips.

“See, this is what I like to hear. Talk dirty to me”, Yuta groaned. I hauled myself up onto the desk, parting my legs so he could see my soaking underwear from under my short skirt. As he took a step forward, I quickly snapped my legs shut.

“Slow down there, Yuta”, I smirked, pushing him back to where he had been standing.

“Don’t do this Y/N. I need you. Please”, he moaned, his eyes never leaving mine. I loved having him like this. Begging for me. He always played it cool and acted smooth out there but in here he was at my mercy.

“Sex on school property? I don’t know. That’s pretty naughty”, I gave Yuta a faux pout.

“Shut up. I’m sure you’ve done worse”, chuckled Yuta, “You’re a freak, remember”.

“No. Remind me…”

#nakamoto yuta #yuta smut #yuta hard hours #nct smut #nct 127 smut

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peachywise · 2 years

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Lessons in Honesty

steve harrington x reader

chapter 1

– other chapters: part 1 ⋆ part 2 ⋆ part 3 ⋆ part 4 ⋆ part 5 ⋆ part 6 ⋆ part 7 ⋆ part 8

– synopsis: Being Robin Buckley’s younger sibling had always been uneventful, up until she got herself tangled with Steve Harrington. And really, you were happy for her. She deserved friends. What was bothersome was when he got let in on small secrets like your infatuation with Eddie Munson, and decided to take it into his own hands to try and get him to pay attention to you-- by pretending to be your boyfriend.

– notes: it has been a long time since i have written fan fiction but here i am!! my dumbass loves a fake-dating plot and i couldn’t resist. i hope to update this pretty regularly, and i post here and under the same username on ao3. i think i’m going to continue to post this as a reader insert and then do an alternative version that’s with an oc (because i can and reader insert series mess with my brain) BUT here’s to hoping y’all enjoy it!! read here or on ao3 _____________________________

“Stop staring, dweeb.”

The voice cut through a fraction of your brain fog. Not enough to draw your attention away from your current pin-pointed focus, but certainly enough that some semblance of normal thought would have eventually trickled back in. You know, had it not been for the second later when an arm cut across your vision and someone flicked you on the forehead. Patience was never your sister’s virtue.

Still, it did shock you enough out of the stupid little reverie you had fallen into that had been going on for a good five minutes. It was probably better she busted the daydream before someone else caught you and thought you were someone’s lobotomy patient left without supervision.

“Christ, Robin!” You huffed, slapping away her hand as she gave you an indignant look. It was distraction enough that you managed to flick her right back on the forehead right after. Maturity was never your virtue.

“That was a lot harder than I did it,” she argued back, already trying to thwack you once again.

It quickly became a sitting wrestling match as you tried to capture each other’s arms, biting low insults at one another as it went along. You finally managed to yank Robin’s arm down and back to her side, head twisting fast to see if anyone was watching the scuffle. Thankfully not. There was already so much commotion between the football idiots trying to knock soda cans off one another’s heads by throwing a spiral. They probably weren’t even trying to hit the can anymore with how much harder they laughed when the ball slammed into someone’s face instead. I mean— It was kinda funny.

“I sat beside you, and you didn’t even notice me. Do you think that if you stare long enough, it will intimidate Eddie’s clothes into falling off his body?”

The instinctual hand that slapped over her mouth at that moment might have been loud enough to draw some attention if it wasn’t so perfectly timed with the loud smack that came from the football hitting someone in the face again. Divine intervention at its finest.

“You don’t have to say every thought that pops into your head,” you whispered harshly, eyes still nervously darting around just to double-check no one had heard. Your only solace was that you hadn’t decided to sit at a closer table to Eddie, who was far out of earshot halfway across the quad.

“Tell me about it,” offered a new voice from directly behind you. Shock and surprise rolled through your body as if electrocuted, eyes widening as a familiar figure sat opposite you at the picnic table. “The other day, she was complaining about how annoying it is that your mom tells embarrassing stories about you both to company, but then lets it slip in the same sentence that she wet the bed until she was nine.” Robin must have kicked Steve’s shin under the table because he let out an even more dramatic “Ow!” than you thought him capable of.

“What, did they realize they made a mistake in letting you graduate and rescind your diploma?” You asked him, probably a bit more snippy of a greeting than usual, given that you were still red-faced and deflated from Robin’s mental attack.

Robin gave a short snort at how Steve reared his head back an inch, his floppy hair moving with him like its own appendage. “Ignore them. They’re just mad Eddie Munson doesn’t know they exist.”

You always thought choking on water was something only people on television did when they were shocked. Turns out, It was very much an honest reaction and one you could do simply with your own spit. “I hope you trip over your own feet and the doctors have to wire your jaw shut,” you breathed out, covering your heating face with your hands as you tossed your head back, wishing you were anyway else. And by anywhere, you meant that in the truest sense there was. Let the footballers whisk you away and use your face as target practice instead.

“Munson? You like Eddie’ The Freak’ Munson?” Steve sputtered back. You were thankful that he didn’t just laugh in your face instead, like when Robin found out. You still felt the phantom feeling of her spit flying on your face when she did. Then again, maybe laughter wasn’t the worst reaction. When you removed your hands from your face and saw the genuine look of astonishment and confusion cross his features, brows furrowed, head slightly cocked to the side and studying you as if you were the freak, you began to wonder if you’d prefer the slice of a chuckle and not the hammer of a disappointed and alienating stare. “So you’ll joke about me never graduating— which I did, they can’t just take that back— but find that a desirable trait in Eddie? You do realize he was held back for two years.” As if his own words finally hit his ears, he screwed his face up like he smelled something bad. “Jesus, dude is like twenty years old.”

“I never said it was logical, okay?” you huffed back, folding your arms over your chest, then unfolding them, feeling too restless and itchy at the scrutinization your sister and her idiot friend were putting you through. “I know it’s not going to happen—known that since I was a freshman and joined the Hellfire Club. You can both let it go now.”

You’re a Junior now, and Eddie still treats you the same as if you were a wandering lost puppy he pitied and took in. You kind of were back as a freshman. No friends, not really anyone to talk to other than Robin, wandering around aimlessly in the hallways like the least scary ghost there was, given how many people tried to walk through you. You’d prefer outward avoidance to that. Still, things were different now. Maybe your only friends were members of the Hellfire Club, but at least you’d ranked up from lost puppy to social pariah but with a decent backbone. Eddie, however, clearly didn’t see it that way. His nickname of pipsqueak stuck and has followed you since. Sometimes, he shortens it to Pip, which would be fine if half the student population didn’t think that actually was your name. Some didn’t even believe you when you corrected them.

Robin raised her hands up in surrender, which was bullshit if you’ve ever seen it. “Whatever. Look, I’ve got band practice, so you have to walk home by yourself. Tell Mom to remember to leave the leftovers in the fridge this time, okay? I don’t want to accidentally eat a fly like last time because she left my plate out.” She said that with so much ease as she stood up and walked away, acting as if she hadn’t behaved like someone sprinkled rat poison on her tongue when it happened. It was pretty gross, to be fair. Just thinking about it made you mentally gag and reach for a toothbrush.

“I’ll be fine,” you called out, the same time Steve let out a disgusted mangled noise that sounded halfway between a dog trying to get a stuck piece of kibble out of its throat and a baby trying to say their first words. You stood up from the bench and swung your backpack over one shoulder.

Steve’s voice cut off your movement when you began to walk away. “Hey, let me drive you home. Your sister made me come all the way here to drop off her trumpet she left in my car. I’m already acting like a glorified errand boy today.”

You gave a short, breathy laugh, eyebrow raised. “Just today?” You asked teasingly. That got you an eye roll. “I’m good. Robin just acts like this town is more dangerous than it is. I assure you, a walk by myself will not kill me.” She’s had a tendency to hover lately. And by association, so did Steve, though you just assumed it’s because you were hanging out with Mike, Dustin, Lucas and Max lately, and he had that weird sort of older brother/fifth-wheel type relationship with them. You also assumed it had something to do with Nancy. A lot of what Steve did had to do with Nancy.

“Are all you Buckley’s this painfully stubborn? Just get in the damn car,” he fought back with as much patience as your sister had. Which, as stated earlier, is none at all.

“Steve, it’s fine.“ At this point, you were arguing back merely on some screwed-up principle. You might have gotten farther with it had Steve not stalked next to you and yanked your backpack from your shoulder, already walking off towards the parking lot with conceited expectations that you would fall in line and trail behind him.

You did. He had your bag.

At least you managed to snag one last glance at Eddie as you walked past.

“Has anyone ever told you that your bossy?” You muttered under your breath as you stopped at the familiar burgundy brown BMW that your sister had begun to use as her personal taxi. He tossed your bag into the back once he slipped into the driver’s seat, leaning over the center console to push open the passenger door you waited by.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have bad taste in men?” He supplied back, putting the key in the ignition when you slammed the door shut.

“Don’t start,” you said, staring at him heavily annoyed as he pulled out of the parking lot. “I’m not even as bad as you. Everyone sees the way you pine after Nancy.”

His head snapped so fast to look at you that you quickly smacked his arm to remind him to keep his eyes on the road. “Everyone does not— I don’t *pine* after Nancy, okay? I get it. She’s with Jonathan. We’re friends.”

“Friends who want to—”

“Don’t start.”

Alright. Fair.

Still, it was hard to believe the whole friend’s thing, not only because of the looks Steve gave Nancy, but the ones you saw her give him behind his back. Jonathan wasn’t here. He was in California. And whether or not Nancy just gave Steve lingering looks that were remnants of the past, there were moments you wondered if that was just it. Robin surely didn’t. She was pro-Steve and Nancy all the way. You were shocked she hadn’t already made embarrassing T-shirts about it.

“Don’t let Robin pollute your thoughts,” Steve broke the silence, a more quiet seriousness passing over his concentrated face. “She thinks there’s still something there, but there isn’t. Probably because all these dates I’ve been on lately have all gone to shit. I think Nancy even stares at me with pity about it too.” Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, he ran his other in a frustrated motion over his jaw. “It’s annoying. I wish everyone would get off my back about the whole thing.”

“Well, why not just tell them you’re seeing someone? Not like it has to be anyone in Hawkins. Dustin’s got that long-distance girlfriend of his.” It was easy enough to lie about that sort of thing, right?

Steve gave an unamused snort. “Yeah, like Robin will just let that one slide. She’ll see right through it.”

“Then just ask someone to pretend to be your girlfriend for a while. I’m sure plenty of people are lining up just to have a shot with the late, great Steve Harrington, even if it isn’t real,” you joked, though it was true. You’d never really talked to him before he became friends with Robin, but you remembered him from the hallways last year. Heard his name bounce around girl’s lips too often to ignore it.

“Thanks for that,” he muttered in return, hand gripping his steering wheel tightly as he went quiet once more. You shrugged, turning your attention to the window as you watched your neighbourhood come into view. Playgrounds, bright red fire hydrants, trees with tire swings hanging off thick branches. Yeah. Truly a terrifying small town if you ever saw one.

“But maybe you’re on to something.”

Of course, you were on to something. You may be hopeless sometimes, but you were actually pretty clever—

“Why don’t you date me?”

It was a good thing you weren’t the one driving. You would have crashed the car. He would have deserved it.

“You can just drop me off here,” you replied, reaching for the handle, thinking the best option in this scenario was to tuck and roll out of the car. Steve grabbed your wrist before you could. Damn.

“I don’t mean for real, smart ass. But think about it. It would solve my problem, and maybe even yours too.”

You turned back to look at him with a face that read, ‘maybe they should have taken away your diploma, after all.’ “And what problem do you see me facing?”

“Eddie. Eddie’s your problem. You want him to notice you, right? Jerk off’s never been my fan, and it probably annoys the shit out of him that I hang around Henderson and the other idiots. Add you to that equation, mixed in with a guy’s stupid need to have something they can’t have, and he’ll want to be dating you in no time.”

Huh.

“It’s surprising you were never a mathlete in school with logic like that.”

“Can you be serious for a second?” Steve pleaded back at you, turning into your driveway as he did. Even though you were home, you didn’t think getting out of this car was going to be any easier at that moment than it was any earlier.

“I am being serious!” You replied back, a small laugh escaping you at the absolute absurdity. You wouldn’t be shocked if this was just some elaborate prank set up by Robin to pay you back for ruining her favourite sweater a week ago. It was a bit overkill, but you had to appreciate the effort. “You’re the one not being serious. No one would even believe it anyway.”

Steve gave an oddly offended look. “And why wouldn’t anyone believe it? What, you’d never stoop so low?” Jesus, here he was, putting words in your mouth already.

“No,” you said bluntly. “I mean you would never stoop so low. What, the holy ex-basketball player dating his best friend’s little sibling who spends most of their days drawing alone or playing Dungeons and Dragons? Doesn’t exactly scream your type.”

He opened his mouth to argue back, judging by the narrowed look of his brows but decided to drop whatever it was. He deflated with a sigh into his seat, bringing up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I-“ he paused again. “That’s not true, alright? Can you just think about it?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, studying him and trying to understand why he was being so pushy with it. You could see how his predicament was bothersome. You’ve been on the receiving end of Robin’s persistent nagging countless times. But there was probably more to it than that if you were to bet. If Steve was so willing to sell himself out to try and make Eddie jealous, chances are he was hoping that using you would do the same for Nancy. He could deny it all he wanted, but there was still a hang-up there.

“Fine.” You relented, Steve’s hand immediately dropping from his face as he sat up perfectly straight like an obedient child just being told they could have one treat. You held up your hand to tamper it down. “Fine, I’ll think about it. Don’t get your hopes up.”

Turning back around to grab your backpack, you opened your door and slipped out of the car. Steve leaned over the seat and reached for the handle. You thought he would shut it and just be done with it, but he surprised you by saying, “don’t take too long. You don’t have to play hard to get with me,” with an infuriating smirk.

And then he shut the door in your face.

#stranger things #st #st4 #stranger things season 4 #steve harrington #joe keery #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #robin buckley #eddie munson #steve harringston fanfiction #stever harrington x reader #st fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #st fanfic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things imagine

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captain-mj · 1 year

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Hello just hopped in here to ask if you’ll ever write something more soft for Price and Graves? 👀 not that I don’t appreciate the smut don’t get me wrong I absolutely adore the way your write it! Also will you by any chance write and actual fan fiction for them? I have brain worms about this ship but unfortunately for me I can’t write for the life of me :/

I got you man! Also, I'll probably never write anything too long for them unless I got an idea I really liked. I do have an ao3 (same username) with a few longer fics on it if anyone is interested though!

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Price woke up first. He usually did. His arm was slung over Graves, pulling him to his chest. They were both in just sweats, legs tangled together. He watched Graves breath for a moment and his hand gently rubbed circles into skin.

Eventually, albeit reluctantly, he went to the base kitchen and made two cups of coffee. One he added just a little sugar and one he added cream and sugar to. He carried them both back to his room, humming softly.

Graves had just started waking up, looking so soft. His hair was always spiky in the mornings, something he hated that Price loved. He smiled softly as him and took his coffee from him. Taking a small sip, he looked up at him, soft blue eyes on his.

"Do we have a meeting?"

"Nope. We have nothing for the next two hours." Price crawled back into bed with him, Graves immediately moving to press into his side. He yawned softly and kissed Price's shoulder.

The morning was quiet. Not many people had woken up yet, so there was a nice calm over the base. Graves started to trace a few of the scars on Price's chest before doing the same to his tattoos. The coffee didn't help much to wake them up, but it was a nice ritual regardless.

"Still wish I could convert you to hot tea."

"Don't start. You won't even give the iced stuff a chance."

"It's unnatural." Price set his cup down and took Graves's, making sure both were secure on the nightstand before he pulled Graves down, kissing him. "Everyone else drinks it hot but you Americans."

Graves smiled up at him, hand coming up to cup his face. He went quiet, just staring.

"Everything okay, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, I'm good." Graves reassured, still staring. "Just... don't know how I got so lucky." He kissed him gently. "My first crush was on James Bond ya know."

Price started laughing. "Does this mean you're a bond girl now?"

"I'll take it." He ran his hand through Price's hair.

Eventually, they'd get up. Price would trim his beard, Graves would do his skincare routine. Graves would use Price's cologne, insisting its just because its closer and not because he wants to smell like him. They'd fix each others clothes so they look to standard despite being perfectly capable of doing it themselves.

But for right now, they were tangled together. Drinking coffee that had already started to get lukewarm. And enjoying the day that had barely started.

#cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #Phillip graves #John Price #Captain John Price #Price x Graves #Graves x Price

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aurevell · 2 years

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Demon!Stiles Fic Recs

More fic recs for your reading pleasure! This time the theme is self-explanatory: demon!Stiles fics, whether funny, creepy, or cute. The list is below, in no particular order. Happy reading! 😈

Sterek Fics

Pass the Mustard by LadyDrace (1.7k | G)

Derek is making a sandwich and accidentally summons a demon. Must be Monday.

Something that Finds You by tsukinofaerii (9k | E)

Stiles always smelled like sulfur. After Derek finds out the truth, he and Stiles get closer than they'd ever planned.

My Childhood Spat Back Out The Monster That You See by rightsidethru (3.4k | T)

Appearances can be deceiving. Caught by hunters, Derek immediately dismisses his gangly, fellow prisoner as a pressing concern. After all, the amber-eyed teenager couldn't be more than one hundred and forty-seven pounds soaking wet. What type of threat could he possibly be? (The answer: a large one.)

Possessive by redhoodedwolf (2.7k | T)

Derek’s brain begins to catch up. “Are you talking in my head?” “Sort of.” “Then what are you doing?” “I possessed you.” Derek bares his fangs. He growls out his words. “Get the fuck out of me.” If Derek didn’t know any better, he would have said the demon or whatever parasite is in him had whimpered. “Shit, man.” The thing sounded offended, what the fuck? “I just needed a host to stay in for a while. Mine is a little, uh, damaged. And I can’t go back yet.”

Slow Down Now (the secret's out) by LadySlytherin (6.2k | M)

Stiles Stilinski was more than what everyone thought. So much more. He always had been. He'd promised his mother he would never tell anyone, but then, he hadn't counted on falling in love with an alpha werewolf. Now that he had, Stiles knew what he had to do. He had to tell Derek the truth; he had to tell Derek everything.

#666 by justtothesea (fan comic | T)

Derek signs over his soul and falls for the Devil’s son.

Would You Like to Make a Deal? by the_sporadic_writer (14k | NR)

Stiles never meant for everything to spin this far out of his control, never thought it would turn out this bad. Never thought that he would enjoy playing as the resident human and enjoy spending time with a pack of wolves. Never expected to get tangled up with Derek Hale of all people, and never thought that he would have enjoyed their time together. OR, the story where Stiles is a demon and got more than he bargained for when his boredom got the better of him.

Steter Fics

Stiles the Weird Demon by Triangulum (2.3k | T)

Peter shouts the last words of the exorcism ritual and looks up expectantly. The demon sitting on his kitchen counter just blinks and him, then yawns. Peter's tempted to just chuck the book he'd been reading from at him, but that wouldn't accomplish anything but earn him a ruined book. Based on the prompt "I accidentally summoned some sort of demon and now it's just kind of hanging around my flat".

For Great Justice! by Green (24k | M)

Stiles is a vengeance demon, drawn to Peter just as he's waking from his catatonia. "Whoever did this? We will make those fuckers suffer. I promise you."

The Devil Went Down to California by RebaK1tten (6k | M)

"I’ll give you forty-eight hours, you do whatever you need to to stop her and save the family. How’s that sound?” “And in exchange?” Peter asks. It’s mostly for form; he’ll agree to anything, quite literally anything. “Oh, Peter,” Stiles sighs, and shakes his head looking sad. “You have to know how this goes.”

Stetopher Fic

Changed by midmorning_bomb (900 | NR)**

They’re going to die, eaten alive by bloodflies summoned by a coven full of assholes. He pushes both shoulders hard back against the door, feels it start to give under the pressure, the pitch and relentless buzzing hiss of the swarm growing louder and louder and, fuck this can’t be how it ends, and, god, what he’d give for an out—

**incomplete but still really fun if you read it as a one-shot

P.S. if you enjoyed this, check out the spooky season roundups from past years:

ghost fics

general halloween fics

#sterek fic #steter fic #fic rec #demon!stiles #it's that time of year #and halloween fic recs are a thing i do now i guess #enjoy

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