#I am seeing it so much in this fandom and I am begging for mercy

[fandom-hoard]

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[bakugosatoru]

My Hero Academia Boys in Bed

Male Characters

Requests Open!

Warnings: Explicit (Minors don't interact) Genre: Smut Fic Type: Headcannons Fandom: My Hero Academia

Authors Note: I am MORE than happy to write these for other characters so please send requests on who you want to see! I'm trying to write a longer Hawks x Dabi smut fanfiction but its not coming together like I wanted so this is my way to at least share something so I don't loose my mind!

Izuku

If he's the dominant one:

- All he cares about is your pleasure - Prefers positions where he can see your face as he loves peppering it with kisses while he thrusts deep inside of you. - Foreplay, foreplay, foreplay - If he gets the time, he will tease you for hours. - All he wants is to get you whining his name. - The aftercare is next level, baths, snacks, movies, you name it, he's got it ready. - "That's it baby, you take me so well, so good for me."

If your the dominant one:

- Whining - Wants more than anything to be a good boy for you. - The biggest praise kink in the universe. - Loves to cry and beg while you make him feel good. - Gets overstimulated so easily but loves it. - Afterwards all he wants is cuddles and to be told he did a good job. - "Fuck baby, it feels so good... you make me feel so good. Wanna be your toy, be so good for you"

Bakugo

If he's the dominant one:

- He is BIG - The first time you slept together, he was barely able to get it all the way in. - That doesn't stop him from fucking you into the mattress though. - Hard Dom, but massive on communication, so you bet all your kinks are talked out before AND after. - Favorite position is Doggy, he loves to see the moment your arms give out and you fall face first into the mattress so he can fuck you even harder. - Loves to see you cry in pleasure. - He loves wiping your tears as he roughly fucks you, knowing he's the only one who gets to see you like this. - "Does it feel that good baby? Feel how fucking deep I am? You can take it, I know you can"

If your the dominant one:

- The biggest brat in the universe. - Loves to rile you up until your forced to pin him to the bed and put him in his place. - He is LOUD - Loud as in 'Shove his face in a pillow to muffle his moans or you'll wake the whole dorm' loud. - Will never admit it but loves to be edged. Being pushed to the edge of cumming over and over and having to beg to finally cum. - Loves it when you tie his arms behind his back so he's fully at your mercy. - "Baby fuck- please. It hurts please can I cum, i'll be good, i'll be so good please."

Todoroki

If he's the dominant one:

- Rope bondage fiend - Loves NOTHING more than having you tied up for him. - Will spend hours, weaving intricate harnesses and suspension set up for you. - While he does that he is the softest, most doting boyfriend in the world, making sure none of the ropes are too tight and that your comfortable - But after he's finished? He goes feral - Fucks you so roughly, sometime you can barely walk the next day. - Leaves bruises on your hips from gripping so hard and litters your neck in hickeys. - "You look so good tied up for me honey, just made for me. You were made for me..."

If your the dominant one:

- Just wants to leave everything in your hands - Is willing to try anything you think he might enjoy, he loves nothing more than to be totally at your mercy - For such a quiet person, he babbles mindlessly when your in control - All he wants to do is cry your name and tell you how amazing it feels. - You gagged him once, but you missed his pleading so much you quickly decided you preferred to hear his voice. - "Oh my god angel you feel amazing, I love you, I love you, it feels so good please don't stop. Don't stop"

Denki

If he's the dominant one:

- I don't even know if we can call him dominant - This man does not fuck, he makes love and nothing else. - All he wants is to hold you tightly while he fucks into you. - Missionary with him is the most loved you've ever felt, his arms around you, him whispering in your ear how much he loves you while he slowly thrusts himself deep into you. - But don't get me wrong, he will go rough if you ask him too. - He loves to make you ride him, before grabbing your hips and thrusting up into you until you collapse onto his chest. - "God your so beautiful, i want to stay inside you forever. You feel like heaven baby."

If your the dominant one:

- Just wants to be pegged - Seriously, you want to make him happy? Let him ride your strap on while telling him how good of a boy he is. - He wont actually short-circuit but god will it look like it. - His eyes glazed over as he whines helplessly, desperate to cum. - You usually end up taking pity on him and flip him so he's under you so you can fuck him until he finally cums. - "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me please baby, need to cum so bad, wanna cum for you. Please?"

Kirishima

If he's the dominant one:

- The biggest out of all the guys. - Took you three separate attempts to get it all inside and it felt like it was splitting you open. - Kiri held you and kissed your forehead as you adjusted to him. - "Shh, I know honey, just relax, i'll go slow I promise" - When he finally got it all in, he was gentle, making sure to check in as he slowly fucked you, rearranging your organs in the process. - He kissed away your tears and helped you get used to the stretch. When you finally got used to it and gave him the okay, he started to fuck you slowly and hard. - He will not cum unless you have cum at least twice before him. - He will also happily go down on you for as long as you like to help you relax or just prepare for his size. - "How the fuck are you so tight angel, god your squeezing the life outta me"

If your the dominant one:

- Loves to be tied up - Will absolutely loose his mind if you tie him up and just slowly ride him - He loves begging to touch you, or for you to touch him. - Always wants to be holding you, so if you want to punish him, just don't let him and he will melt in your hands. - "Please baby, I just want to touch you, please... fuck you feel so good"

Hawks

If he's the dominant one:

- If you dont end up quivering from overstimulation by the end of it, he wont be satisfied. - He loves to use his wings in the bedroom. Whether his feathers are ghosting over your skin or holding you down, he knows exactly how to use them. - He always want you to sit on his face, he loves to squeeze your hips as you whimper and rock back and forth, riding his mouth. - The best at dirty talk, this man is loud in the bedroom, moaning in your ear, telling you how good you are for him. He can't help it. - Another big fan of missionary, loves to cup your face as he thrusts into you, whispering about how amazing you feel. - "Fuck baby, this pussy was just made for me huh? You like how I feel inside you?"

If your the dominant one:

- After a long day of having to be a confident, powerful hero; all he wants is to be taken care of by you. - He will happily sit, his hands cuffed to the headboard as you slowly ride him to make him feel good. - A slut for overstimulation. Make him cum until he cries and he'll be like putty in your hands. - Wants nothing more than for you to take him apart, break him down to the bone, and put him back together again. - "Fuck baby its so much, I don't think I can cum again, god you feel so good around me... shit-"

[the-power-of-a-pen]

A Way Home

Fandom: Spiderverse

Summary: Following the loss of his alternate universe daughter, Miguel is reluctant to risk letting anyone close to him and breaking canon again. However, as most anomalies are returned to their universes, there's the issue of you. You don't have a universe to return to. So, after having you on his team for half a year, he adopts you as his child.

Word Count: 4654

Pairing?: Father-child relationship btwn Miguel and gn! reader.

Trigger Warnings: Some cursing, reader is hinted to having a traumatic past (very briefly and vaguely described), 1 reference to reader as "Spiderman" (meant as a gender-neutral phrase)

A/n: This turned out to be longer than I had planned b/c I realized how much I had to add to make the change of heart even slightly natural, so let me know if y'all want a part two of the reader and Miguel interacting further along the adoption. Not sure how I feel about the structure + characterization in this one. Feedback much appreciated! Please!! I'm on my hands and knees, begging for feedback!!!

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"Lyla, status on current anomalies," Miguel ordered. He leaned over the yellow panels in front of him, watching the same scene of him and his child playing over and over again. His grip on the console tightened.

She blipped into view. "Currently, there are 918,503,201 anomalies to be returned to their home universes. That's 40% less than yesterday! Spider-Byte does have an update for you regarding-"

"I'll convene with her later. I'm busy."

"Busy brooding over your twelfth cup of coffee. Not enough sugar this time around?" Lyla teased, only to be met with a glare. "Alright, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. But seriously, it can't wait. A canon event was disrupted and now there's a spider-person without a universe to return to."

Miguel turned around dangerously fast. "What did you just say?"

"Talk to Margo -- she'll fill you in." Lyla blipped away.

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"There you are," Margo mumbled to herself as Miguel approached. "This one's in rough shape, got dropped in Earth 616 and put up a fierce fight before Jessica took them to HQ. I tried to send them through the Go Home Machine, but it just dropped them back here."

"And you're sure it's not a hardware issue?"

"It's 2099," Margo drolled and rolled her eyes. "There's no hardware issues anymore, grandpa."

"Then try sending them home again. I don't see why this requires my supervision."

"This machine tears people's atoms apart and throws them back together in other dimensions," she explained. "If I run the same person through the machine too many times, they could die."

Miguel sighed heavily and began pacing around. "Well, what am I supposed to do? Keep them here forever?"

Margo looked at him like he was crazy and slowly nodded. "You can't leave them here to die."

"They're an anomaly anywhere they go, Spider-Byte. Maybe death would be a mercy."

"To you," Peter B. called from behind him.

"Maldito sea, carajo" Miguel cursed under his breath, turning around. "I thought you were taking the week off."

"Well, I was going to, but Mayday was begging me for another one of these cafeteria burgers," he said with his mouth full of food. "They're really good, you should seriously try them sometime."

Miguel's eyes darted to Mayday and quickly darted away. "I have work to return to in my office, so if you'll excuse me-"

Peter stepped in his way. "I'm sorry, Miguel, but I can't let you walk away from this problem. It's gone too far."

"I'm sorry, what?" Miguel questioned, laughing bitterly.

"Ok, I'm not great with words, especially not in front of big, strong, angry men, so MJ had me prewrite this, let me just get it- oh, Mayday has it. Mayday, hold the paper up for daddy, thanks, sweetheart."

Peter cleared his throat and began to over-annunciate his speech. "Everyone in this building joined your society because they believed in your ability to lead, shape, and change the world. We trusted you to use humane practices behind your actions and to keep the safety and rights of humanity at mind before all else. However, given the fact- Ok, this is bullshit - sorry, Mayday, don't tell mommy. Point is, Miguel, that you claim that you're all about saving the multiverse and saving humanity, but then you throw half of your sanity away to hunt down a 15 year old kid who just wants to save his dad. You're so obsessed with the concept of saving humanity that you forgot what it's like to care about individual humans. You forgot how to be a human."

"I never forgot what it felt like to care. To love."

"It's okay to admit that the new kid reminds you of your daughter, you know."

For a moment, Miguel and Peter B. just stood across from each other in silence, unable to break eye contact. Miguel's expression was intense, but otherwise unreadable. Then: "Go home, Parker. More and more of you prove that you're untrustworthy when it comes to prioritizing the greater good. I'm not afraid to get rid of you, too."

Peter's arms gripped on tighter to Mayday. He seemed to want to say something, but found it in him to walk away. Once he went through his portal back home, Miguel called for Lyla.

"Hold the chatter, Lyla," he said before she could open her mouth, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Silence any notifications except for the urgent ones. And I mean urgent."

"Well, since you asked so nicely," she remarked sarcastically, but complied.

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Everything in Miguel's office repeated like a broken record. The video of his daughter. Peter's comment that he "forgot what it's like to care about humans, forgot how to be human." Gwen's "we're supposed to be the good guys." The feeling of his own child glitching out of existence in his palms, the very reason he got into this work. The ticking of the clock. The ticking of that motherfucking clock.

He zipped a web to the clock and smashed it into the ground, falling to a knee amidst the broken glass.

"I understand that you're having a very emo moment right now, Mr. O'Hara," Pavitr began, "But Jessica told me to drop this off." He placed the file on the floor and nudged it over with his foot as far as he could without getting too close. "I'm heading home now, have a great day!"

"Wait."

"Oh, I was afraid you would say that."

"Tell Jessica to report to my office."

"She said to tell you that she's not available until noon tomorrow."

"Of course," he chuckled angrily. "One person's off for the week, another needs 3 weeks of recovery. Now one of my only trustworthy members can't report for duty until tomorrow. But who's checking in on me, huh? That's right - no one. I took on this leadership role because I know firsthand what it feels like to have the only joy in your life, your only reason for living, taken away from you because of your own reckless mistakes. And despite all of that, I made it my life's mission to make sure it doesn't happen to anyone else. But now I'm the villain?! "'We're supposed to be the good guys!'" "'You can't leave them to die!'" "'They remind you of your daughter.'" But does anyone else here know the pain of losing a child you weren't even destined to have?"

Pavitr blinked heavily. "With all due respect, sir, I'm 17."

Miguel barely seemed to hear him. He sank to the floor, running his hands through his hair and not bothering to clear the glass shards around him. "Maybe they're all right. Maybe I'm the one hurting everyone else. Maybe I'll make the same mistake I did before, and take another innocent life because I want to feel fulfilled, just for a moment."

"Should I get someone?"

Miguel sighed. "Just go."

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“Morning, sunshine,” Jessica called, taking a seat in Miguel’s office. “You had a chance to go through the file?”

Miguel hummed in agreement. “Need a second opinion.”

Jessica flipped through her copy of your file. “Teenager, been Spiderman for 2 years, originally from Earth 45, but got dropped in Ben’s world. A slippery one for sure; took nearly two hours to get them on the ground. Tried talking to them, but they wouldn't speak. I know my stance on this, but what’s yours?”

Miguel paced around the room. “We can’t keep them here. They’re an anomaly regardless of where they go. Margo said that it would be too inhumane to send them through the Go Home Machine again, so… I think we should let them go quietly.”

“Are you serious?”

“When am I not serious?” He took a seat across from Jessica. “I’ve been hearing it from everyone else. I need to hear it from someone who was there from the beginning. Someone who I trust. Am I falling off the edge? Have I gone too far?”

She raised her eyebrows. “You’re just now questioning that? Look, as your friend, I’ll say this: you’re taking too much weight onto your shoulders. You need to stop being Spiderman for a moment and start being Miguel.” She shifted in her seat. “But, as your teammate, I want you to know that I’ll be by your side no matter what you choose.”

Miguel nodded, but he was totally spaced out. All he could think about was his daughter. How he wanted to take this one in so bad, just to feel like a father again, feel like a man again. How he feared the consequences of love. 

Jessica snapped in front of his face. “Earth to Miguel.”

He shook his head. “What?”

“Look, I can’t say that I don’t agree with your initial idea. But I look at them, and at Gwen, and at my future kid, and-” She put her hand on her stomach “-I just can’t imagine leaving them in the dust like that. I was wrong about Gwen, yes, but these kids are suffering. And I don’t know if we can keep making these hard decisions that put these people right back where they were trying to escape from and still call ourselves heroes.”

Miguel held his face in his hands. “I don’t know what’s up and down anymore, right or wrong. I was all of these kids once: Miles, Gwen, Hobie. I know what it’s like to love your family so much that you throw everything else to the wayside. But that cost me my child, and thousands of other lives. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t do anything to stop it. I just want to stop the suffering. I just want it to stop.”

Jessica gave him a moment. “Let’s meet the kid. Give them a trial before we make any decisions we can’t take back.”

“Alright,” he agreed, “But if you’re wrong about this-”

“Then lunch is on me. Come on, mafioso.”

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“Here they are,” Margo announced. “Just so you know, they’re fully aware of their situation, but not very talkative.”

“Let me talk to them,” Miguel insisted. “I want to hear what they have to say.”

As Miguel and Jessica approached, you refused to meet their eyes. Instead, you drew your hood closer to your face.

Miguel took a knee by you, talking through the red barrier. “Hey, kid. My name is Miguel. Miguel O’Hara. I’m Spiderman.”

You gasped dramatically. “No way! Really? I never would have guessed!”

He took in a breath. “So you do speak. Look, we’re trying to relocate you, but we need to have your account of what happened. Why doesn’t your home exist anymore?”

You shrugged and counted off the events on your fingers. “Dalmatian-looking dude crashed through a window at my internship. He went straight for the collider room, and most of my mentors were at lunch, so I went after him. I tried to shut off the collider at the same time he stepped through it, he pushed me into a hole, that lady behind you caught me after an uncomfortably long chase, and here we are.”

“You worked at Alchemax,” Miguel mumbled, though mostly to himself.

“Yeah,” you replied, leaning back. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Did you get bitten by the radioactive spider before or after working there?”

“Did I fucking what?”

“That’s how you got your powers, right?” He asked.

“My powers? Oh, I see what’s happening here,” you laughed. “You’re all off your rockers! Let me guess, this is some alternate dimension Alchemax where everyone’s trying to biologically get the abilities that I developed through technology. Ooh ooh, or, this is an elite spider society trying to save the multiverse from itself!”

“That was really just a guess?” questioned Jessica.

“I read a lot of sci-fi,” you explained.

“Nevermind all of that,” Miguel groaned. “What’s your story, kid? What’s your motive? Because if we don’t have that information, we can’t help get you out of there.”

Your expression became grave for a moment as you considered your options and chuckled bitterly. “My story? My story is that I’m a poor kid from the slums who worked their ass off to get into a good school so that I could do better for my family. My story is that my family never loved me, my friends never cared, and I was forced to choose between what I love to do and what the world needed from me. I didn’t have the power to stop my parents from hurting me or stop people from hurting each other. So, I manufactured that power and took it into my own hands. My story is that the moment I was released from that hellhole of a world, I was locked up in a three foot wide cage and forced to talk about my feelings. I heard what you guys were talking about in that back room. All I ask is that you do it quickly. I don’t like waiting.”

“Miguel, we can take a quick debrief if you need one,” Jessica offered, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Miguel didn’t budge. He looked into your eyes and felt your pain like it was his own. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Finally: “Let them go, Margo.”

“What?” 

“You heard me,” he asserted. “Let them go.”

Margo released you and offered her hand to help you step down from the pedestal, which you reluctantly accepted. “Didn’t know you were one for sob stories, Mr. O’Hara,” you mocked, though your comment fell through as soon as your legs trembled from lack of use.

“I’m not,” he responded, walking up to you. “But I know an innovator when I see one. You’re hurt, yes, but you have the capacity to do so much good. I’m offering you a place on my team.”

You approached cautiously, your arms crossed. “And if I say no?”

“I’d ask you to reconsider.” He held out his hand for a shake. You accepted, and he smiled. “Welcome to HQ.”

Margo whooped in the background and gave your shoulder a squeeze.

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“Ok, first mission briefing,” Miguel started, walking backwards.

“On the move?” you asked.

“That’s the only way to do it.” He shot a web to a nearby building and dropped from an HQ terrace. 

You followed suit. “Where exactly are we going?” you shouted over the wind.

“Earth 616. There’s a rogue Vulture stealing tech from Osborn. We’d let it happen, but the man's the only thing between a country of people and an all-out war.”

“Got it.”

“We go in, capture Vulture, and bring him back to HQ. Shouldn’t be too difficult.”

 You stepped through your portal and immediately got whiplash from the pure speed of a nearby aircraft. 

Vulture swooped down from above and tore the tail off of the police helicopter. It crashed into a skyscraper and gained speed as it headed for the street below. 

Miguel spoke to you through the comms. “Trial number one, newbie. I’ll pursue Vulture; you stop that helicopter from hurting civilians.”

“On it.” You dived off of your skyscraper to gain speed and pulled yourself forward with your webs. In one smooth movement, you grabbed the two co-pilots and placed them on the closest rooftop. 

The helicopter was quickly approaching the ground, where children were playing in an enclosed playground. 

“Shit,” you murmured, propelling yourself under the machine to create a landing pad for it at a safe distance from the kids. At the rate you could fire, you wouldn’t be able to stop it on time. 

In the distance, you saw Miguel struggling to keep Vulture away from a construction site, and reached out to him over the comms. “Have him ram into that crane.”

“What?”

“Just trust me.”

Miguel redirected the Vulture, dodging last second when he attacked so that the crane would fall down. 

The crane caught the chopper where it was, and you used it as a crutch to help you redirect the chaos to the empty street. You swung around the crane five times, wrapping an immense amount of webbage around it and attaching along the side of a business building. When the helicopter threatened to fall due to the weight of it, you shot three web bombs at it to keep it in place.

When you reached the ground, you were out of breath and half-heartedly waving to the clapping children and their parents. Miguel placed his hand on your shoulder as you observed the incapacitated Vulture.

“Not bad, kid,” Miguel chuckled. “Not bad.”

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A good six months had passed, and you had risen in the ranks of the Spider Society. You were still without a place to stay, and had been bouncing from place to place in between missions. The first month, it was Pavitr and his aunt’s place. Then, Hobie’s, then HQ, and finally, Gwen’s. Most of your free time was spent discussing tech with Margo or trailing behind Miguel. 

A building-wide alert had gone off, sending every spider-being into high alert as they searched for the threat.

“What’s the sitch?” you asked Miguel as the two of you bounded down the hall. “A futuristic Rhino that’s suspected to work for The Spot just invaded HQ. He’s trying to destroy our tech and pick us off.”

Just as Miguel had finished his explanation, Rhino crashed through a door four floors below. You both zipped towards him, barely avoiding running into Peter B. as he took a picture of himself, Mayday, and Rhino. Miguel attacked Rhino head-on, performing a spin-kick to the face before webbing his arms together and latching onto his back. Rhino broke his constraints effortlessly, and threw Miguel out of a nearby window. You helped Noir get to his feet and went after Rhino.

By the time you got there, Rhino had Miguel pinned to the cracked concrete. His web shooters were broken, and he was using all of his remaining strength to stop Rhino from snapping his neck. When he saw you approaching, he tried to silently signal for you to go, but you didn’t listen.

“Hey, Alexei!” you shouted. “I never really took you for the dominant type! It doesn’t suit you.”

You swung a piece of concrete at his back and zipped to deliver a punch to the face. Rhino was quick to return the favor, and charged you through a nearby wall. 

Miguel attempted to stand up as backup arrived. He climbed onto Rhino’s back and sunk his teeth into his neck, effectively, though temporarily, paralyzing him. A team of 15 spiderbeings worked to get Rhino back to HQ while you and Jessica helped Miguel to his feet.

“What the hell were you thinking, kid? You could have died,” Miguel snapped.

“You were the one near death,” you argued. “If I didn’t come when I did, you could’ve died. Was I just supposed to let that happen?!”

“Yes!”

“No!” You dropped his arm from around your shoulder and Peter B. went to pick up the slack. “Why is it so hard for you to understand that people care about you? You gave me a chance when no one else would. I lost my world, my home, and my friends. I couldn’t lose you, too.”

“That’s not for you to decide. I can’t trust you like an adult if you refuse to act like one,” he grunted, before wavering in his stance. Jessica helped right him. 

You took a step back and pressed your lips together. “You know, I joined this team because I wanted to save people. I have the ability to save them. And… if you can’t acknowledge that ability, then… maybe you need to reevaluate your interests.” With that, you took off.

Jessica and Peter sat Miguel down to rest. 

“How bad did I fuck up?” Miguel inquired.

“Give them a few minutes to sit on it,” Peter suggested. “Kids are like that. They need time to cool off. Just make sure you talk to them later.”

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You sat on the slanted glass roof of HQ to listen to music and blow off some steam. Heavy footprints sounded from behind you. You sighed. “If you’re here to argue, can you at least wait until the end of this song?”

“I’m not going to argue with you. I wanted to talk. And… apologize.”

That piqued your interest, but you tried to sound nonchalant as you gestured to the space next to you. “Go ahead, then. Sit.” You turned the music off.

He obliged. “I’m sorry for saying that I couldn’t trust you and that you needed to act like an adult. It wasn’t fair. I do trust you, and there’s no reason for you to act like an adult when you’re still a kid. I’ll be more conscious of my words in the future.”

You nodded. “Thanks.”

You sat in silence for a while, and you began to get up.

“Wait,” he asked. “Please.”

“What did you really come here to say?”

“Just sit, and I’ll tell you.” He waited for you to return to your spot and took a deep breath. “When I was first messing with the multiverse after working at Alchemax, I wasn’t as careful as I am now. I found a world where I was dead, but had a daughter, so I replaced myself and began raising her. I loved her more than anything. But, I was an anomaly, and had disrupted canon events. I felt her glitch right out of my hands. Thousands of innocent people died that day because of me. So, I made a vow to myself: never again. I wouldn’t let this happen to anyone else, and I wouldn’t let anyone get close to me.”

He paused, gulped, and forced himself to make eye contact with you. “Then I met you. And I tried to hate you, I really did. But you’re funny, and you’re smart and passionate, and you have a damn good heart. And everything in me just wants to protect you. I’m so mad at myself for hurting you and-”

You cut him off with a bear hug, to which he slowly responded once he understood what was happening. You shed a few tears into the crook of his neck and mumbled, “I’m sorry, too.”

He laughed, partially in disbelief. “For what?”

“I called you a dick behind your back for the first three months because I thought you had a stick up your ass.” You backed away snickering and wiped your eyes. “But you’re more my family than my parents ever were.”

Now or never, Miguel.

“About that,” he began. “I know you’ve been staying at Gwen’s place - and you’re completely free to stay there if you want - I just thought it might be nice for you to have a permanent place to stay, a school to go to, a familiar face, you know?”

“Not really,” you expressed. “What do you mean?”

“I- it’s better if I just show you.” Miguel took a folder out of his bag and handed it to you. He looked the other way as you processed what he gave you.

“Are these adoption papers?”

“Um… yeah,” he relented, still refusing to look your way. 

“And this isn’t a joke?”

“Of course not. But, it’s also up to you. I don’t want to pressure you into anything you don’t want to do-”

“Yes,” you cut him off and wrapped him in an even tighter hug. “Absolutely yes.”

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Miguel helped you carry your few boxes of belongings that you had left at Gwen’s into his modern duplex. 

“Jesus, dude,” you commented. “You didn’t tell me you were rich.”

He laughed. “This is what being a scientist earns you.”

“Damn.” You took the space in. The windows in the living room were from floor to ceiling, the couch a cool grey with ornate yellow and green pillows. Everything was open concept, and both the Mexican and Irish flag hung on either side of the TV. Aside from the occasional painting, the apartment was largely monochromatic. 

“The kitchen is under that loft area, which I usually use as office space, but you’re free to use it, too. Bathrooms on first and second floors,” he explained while walking up the stairs. He stopped in front of the third door to the right. “This is your room.”

You gently pushed open the door. Miguel had prepared for your arrival intensely. A twin bed sat in the back left corner of the room, a desk in the back right. There was a wide panel of windows with shades and a nightstand with knick knacks. A mirror, bookshelf, decorative rug, and bean bag filled the empty space. A poster with a Spiderman symbol hung over your desk, and a smile fought its way onto your face. 

“There’s a closet, too,” Miguel said proudly.

You opened the closet to find it fully stocked with casual, formal, and tactical clothing. “You did all of this for me?”

He smiled warmly. “Welcome home.”

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It was the following year on Father’s Day, and you were waiting for Miguel to come home when you heard keys turning at the door. 

“Hey,” you called from the kitchen island. “I made dinner for us. And we can watch that crappy comedy show that you like.”

He hung up his jacket and gave you a hug. “Thanks, sweetheart. How was it with your friends?”

“Pretty good. But it took an hour to get Miles out of that Famous Footwear. I swear that boy has enough sneakers to cover the Mediterranean. How was work?”

Miguel grabbed a plate and took a seat next to you. “Well, we finally figured out the malfunction in the control room. Hobie had been messing around with it for his own projects. Shocker, right? But other than that it was just a bunch of boring meetings.”

“Oh, I just remembered something.” You rushed upstairs to get a gift bag from your room and returned, out of breath. “I made this for you. It’s not much, but my job doesn’t start until July and I wanted to give you something, so…”

He removed the tissue paper to find a carefully knitted shawl with his suit designs on it. He remained speechless for a moment. 

“What do you think?”

“I love it.”

“Really? Cuz I could get you something else if you’d prefer-”

“I love it,” he repeated, giving you a bear hug. “I’ll wear it all the time when the weather takes a turn.”

“I thought it might be useful for winter patrols,” you admitted. 

“It will be. I know you don’t like getting too sappy, so let’s watch some TV, yeah?”

Halfway through an episode of the comedy show, you got up to use the bathroom. Miguel paused the show and admired your work on his shawl. When you came back, he was still staring at it as if he were examining each individual stitch. 

“I’m back,” you said when he didn’t acknowledge you. 

He hummed in response. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

You furrowed your brows, worried now. “Is something wrong?”

“No, not all, it’s just…” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I wanted to let you know that I would understand if you want to look into seeing if there’s any way to find your real parents. I love you and I want you here, don’t get me wrong, but if this is something you feel strongly about, I wanted to make sure you knew that my feelings wouldn’t be hurt.”

You stared at him for a while before bursting into laughter. 

“What’s so funny?”

You grabbed his hands and looked him in his eyes. “I found my real dad the moment you brought me here. I’m home.”

He squeezed your hands and repeated your words as if convincing himself of the truth. “You’re home.”

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[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is:  @wynnyfryd! Wynnyfryd has 34 fics in the Stranger Things fandom and all of them are in the Steddie tag!

i don’t know, you figure it out

Plot Holes

biting you biting you biting you- oh! kissing you!

Satanic Ritual: DO NOT WATCH!!

She's got some of the FUNNIEST writing in this fandom, and it's very snappy too like. She's an editing demon for sure, she can take a concept that I'd think would take paragraphs to explain and find the right words to make it hit just as hard with like, two sentences. I also really really love how descriptive her metaphors are, really visceral sometimes, and she's really good at writing realistic life events but still making them fun to read about even when it's about like, devastating shit. The sex she writes is also intense as hell! -- @griefabyss69

Below the cut, @wynnyfryd answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I am but a humble bisexual — I see two beautiful brown-eyed men makin’ beautiful brown eyes at each other, I go a little insane for two years. It is what it is.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

late-night moments of quiet hopeful hesitant intimacy over a shared joint or cigarette. Thin wisp of smoke between them, stars dancing in their eyes. Yeah. YEAHHHHHHH 

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

This isn’t really a trope so much as a dynamic, but I love a good dipshit 4 dingus dialogue-heavy scene. Don’t get me wrong, I think Eddie and Steve can both be very smart and knowledgeable in their areas of interest/expertise, but these are two young dudes with no access to the internet. I love letting them be confidently incorrect dumbasses. Just ‘yes and’-ing each other’s stupidity while an exasperated third character begs for mercy.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

Well, this question is impossible and furthermore rude. This question came into my home and didn’t take its muddy boots off. This question never mailed me a thank you letter for my lovely wedding gift. That blender was expensive; the absolute nerve. No but seriously, I think The Lathe by palmviolet is going to stay with me forever.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I’m a big fan of doing canon divergence from different jumping off points — the beauty of having characters live in the same small town their whole lives is that you get so many great opportunities for these “what if our paths crossed sooner” moments.  I have some very loose notes for a S3 fic where Eddie is the movie theater employee who finds Steve and Robin in the bathroom after they escape the Russians, and I also have an old WIP set between S1 and S2 where lifeguard Steve rescues Eddie and then spends the summer teaching him how to swim. Would love to revisit those after I finish the trailer park AU (which I will be referring to as TPAU because my fingers are tired and because ‘toilet paper au’ makes me laugh.)

What is your writing process like?

Uhhhhh. 😂 I mean, for TPAU, basically just insert the scene from Dune 2 of Paul’s first sandworm ride: I’m shaking I’m sweating there is sand in my nostrils and I am surely about to die— oh wait, maybe I’ve actually got this? Am I actually doing it? Oh shit, look at me go!   For one-shots I like to use a more structured outline and bracket method. I start by dividing my doc into numbered scenes, with each scene getting a notes section and a prose section, like this:

This format gives me a lot of freedom to switch up the order of scenes and to move between scenes so I avoid writer’s block. I can also jump ahead to scenes I really want to write without making a mess of my outline. Once I have something written in the prose section of each scene, I go back and work on replacing each bracket with prose until there are no brackets left. Lastly, I create a new blank doc and copy the prose over in order so I can read the full fic and work on edits from there.  

Do you have any writing quirks?

I have been known to abuse a semicolon. And an em dash. And a conjunction at the start of a sentence. Yes, I do have ADHD.   I’m also a lyricist, so I feel like my prose tends to stray into poetry territory pretty often.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

When I’m finished! Which is probably why I tend to stick to one-shots; I get impatient and want to post stuff the second it’s ready.

Which fic are you most proud of?

‘i don’t know, you figure it out’ for SURE. I’ve never written a fic this long or stuck to a writing project this consistently in my life. Like ever. The last time I even came close was my first NaNoWriMo when I was 16, which was, uh… years ago, plural, and I’ll leave it at that. 😂

How did you get the idea for i don’t know, you figure it out?

“There’s a dead rat on his doorstep.” That’s it. That first sentence/scene popped into my head while I was bored at work, and then I started thinking, “hey, you know what? I don’t know that anyone’s ever done a fic where Max and Steve trade places for S4; that might be fun.”  And then NaNoWriMo was coming up, so I thought it would be cool to try live posting a fully improvised fic every day for a month to see how many words I could write. And then this tragic wet cat version of Steve Harrington grabbed me by the throat and took over my whole life.

When writing Satanic Ritual: DO NOT WATCH!!, what was something you didn’t expect?

How SAPPY these two got!! My god, boys, I’m trying to write smut over here, stop having a beautiful existential crisis! (I blame Briston Maroney for that though lol, I think I listened to ‘Body’ like 1400 times that month.)

What inspired Satanic Ritual: DO NOT WATCH!!?

@inklessletter posted this totally gorgeous art of Steve and Eddie recording themselves kissing, and I promptly lost my mind.  

What was your favorite part to write from biting you biting you biting you- oh! kissing you!?

This exchange: Steve: “What? I’m just asking!” Robin: “You’re being embarrassing!” Steve: “No, you’re just embarrassed. There’s a difference.” Like it’s just so them lmao

How do/did you feel writing i don’t know, you figure it out?

You know when you set out on a long hike in the summer and three hours later your calves are screaming and you’re covered in sweat and your sunburn’s starting to itch and this one horse fly won’t fuck off and your cell phone doesn’t even get service out here so literally WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF, and then you climb that last hill and look out on the most beautiful landscape you’ve ever seen in your silly little life? Basically that.

What was the most difficult part of writing Plot Holes?

Ooh, that one was fun! The only real difficulty was trying to keep it to a microfic because the concept could definitely be fleshed out to a full story — @griefabyss69 and I were joking around about “what if someone did ‘plot hole’ for the @steddiemicrofic prompt fill?” and then that fic just fell out of my head in about 15 minutes. 

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

For sure! I’m currently super proud of the graveyard scene in the most recent update of TPAU — I don’t write true horror often, but I love horror so it was really fun to give it a try! Favorite line from any fic is probably this reference to ‘You’re Divine’ in my fic Monsoon Season because I love uncomfortably-aroused prude Eddie, and his internal monologue cracks me up every time I think about it: Freddie Monsoon’s debut novel is called The Fourth Chime, and it is, as far as Eddie can tell, the first installment in a series of unapologetically filthy fuck fests about a man whose lover gets flung into an alternate dimension during an apocalyptic event and miraculously returns as some sort of… sexy bat-boy with a fucking horse dong and a bite kink. Critics are calling it “the most romantic novel of the last decade.” It’s me; I’m Critics.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

My main project right now is finishing TPAU if it kills me, but beyond that, I have a few one-shots for @subeddieweek in the works, including a collab with @griefabyss69 that I’m so so SO excited to share. It’s hot, it’s funny, I can’t wait for y’all to read it. 

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

First of all, as @wormdebut would say: I think you’re pretty. Thank you so much for all your hard work! I love this blog, and I love answering questions <3 Secondly: - Preheat your oven to 400 degrees. - Toss cubed sweet potatoes and parsnips, sliced sweet onion, and fresh garlic in a mix of olive oil, salt, pepper, and rosemary, and then spread in a single layer on a foil-lined baking sheet.  - Bake for ~40-45 minutes. (Potatoes and parsnips should be soft without being mushy when you poke them with a fork.) - Prep your sauce: I made a dijon drizzle situation by mixing olive oil mayo, a dash of dijon mustard, lemon juice, salt, pepper, garlic powder, and a splash of water, but you could also add a little dab of hot sauce, bbq sauce, or different mustards. Basically just grab like four condiments out of your fridge and play around with the flavors you like until you make a mix that’s thin enough to pour. - Drizzle roasted veggies with sauce. - Enjoy a very tasty side dish (or do what I did and eat the whole sheet as a meal like some sort of parsnip goblin because you were too lazy to make the main dish after chopping all those veggies) okay thank you love you byeeeee

Thank you to our author, @wynnyfryd, and our nominator, @griefabyss69! See more of Wynnyfryd's works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

[intotheelliwoods]

I love nearly singlehandedly providing this fandom with the Present and Future Leo fluff it did not know it needed <3

I mentioned it a bit in the ESSAY in this post, but to restate, I do not have any plans on having the two fight. Or have any form of resentment! There will never be such a time do not worry :)

They are both very impressed and astounded over how much the other has grown!

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2AL absolutely slayed no doubt about that. I would have reblogged or said something about it, but honestly it was just really funny watching my mutuals fight the bloody battle in my honor lmao

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I actually mentioned this a good bit in this post! I have indeed thought about this on multiple occasions!

Regarding Future Leo and Splinter: OUghh I will forever think about how their reunion would go, but so many other people have done their own take on the reunion to the point where I do not see much of a need to add my own take, since it would not be very different from the others (as in it would involve crying, hugging, face cradling, something about getting so big, you know, the usual)

Regarding Present Leo and Splinter: Ok now THIS could actually actually go somewhere as a new concept, I ended up just doodling this thinking about it haha. Splinter would be very pained over the whole situation, it already hurts him to see his sons go off on dangerous missions, its another to see that one now bears a permanent wound from it. I think Splinter, along with mostly everyone else, would avoid looking at the missing arm as much as they can, until the proshetic comes in anyways. Leo meanwhile, is definitely using "it was bound to happen no matter what I did" as his excuse and reasoning for why no one should feel bad about the ordeal

Though before I do literally anything with Splinter I need to stop being a coward and finally get to work on the Casey comic oops

@dandywonderous

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I am assuming this is from the arm cut off scale, in which case, congratulations anon you are a normie

2 through 4 <- the normie range /j

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Little sidenote meanwhile: I am begging you all to have a little bit of mercy when sending in art requests/suggestions. Little doodle requests are fun! Asking me to create a full comic or something that will take me multiple hours is not fun. I was not going to bring it up but seeming as its happened multiple times now I thought I should just say a something.

The only reason the last comic was "inspired" by two anon asks was because one of them actually genuinely inspired me, and the other was nice and vague enough that I could incorporate it into its story.

[whinlatter]

something tells me you don't really like tonks, just a hunch xD

For the relationship ask if you're still doing it: harry and remus, molly and remus, teddy and adromeda. I would love to see what do you think <3

noooo i love tonks! i had a ball writing her and think that @evesaintyves’ rendering of her is one of fandom’s greatest gifts 😭 i just find it very funny that harry thinks she should low key get a grip. and as a clumsy young woman who should myself get a grip, i say: get off her case, hjp.

ok the remus + tonks/black extended family universe... hyped for this one. delicious choices, thank you anon. (i have a few more in the inbox i'm going to take a stab at but am trying to avoid spoilery ones or ones where i risk boring you all again by repeating old talking points, so if i don't get to one pls forgive me...)

right — to business. we begin with everybody looking at remus lupin waiting for him to put his crippling self loathing aside to write (1) singular letter to his dead friend's son:

i jest (to an extent). but i do think the entirety of harry and remus' dynamic is best encapsulated in one singular scene in PoA:

“When they get near me — ” Harry stared at Lupin’s desk, his throat tight. “I can hear Voldemort murdering my mum.” Lupin made a sudden motion with his arm as though to grip Harry’s shoulder, but thought better of it.

i know there's a very understandable move in AUs to imagine what would have happened if remus had raised harry - or, more often, if remus had been 'allowed' to raise harry by dumbledore. but looking past the whole plot-requiring-harry-to-be-at-the-dursleys thing, the truth is, canon remus lupin would never have put himself forward to raise harry, because of his own (not unfounded!) concerns about the precarity of his existence and the dangerousness of his condition. remus' sense of self - more specifically his fear of himself, and his very low self worth - consistently lead him to hold harry at arm's length from the moment he's introduced in the series until its bitter end. i don't think remus at all approves of the way harry is treated at the dursleys. but i can very much imagine that remus thinks it would still be better than the life he could have given harry if he ever had been called upon to serve as his primary caregiver. one of the most interesting implicit dynamics in the series is that harry notices this and does, to some extent, resent it (obviously the fact that he only ever calls him 'lupin' in his narration, though uses remus to his face, and also: 'Harry had received no mail since the start of term; his only regular correspondent was now dead and although he had hoped that Lupin might write occasionally, he had so far been disappointed.') while the harry & remus fight in DH is about harry's view of what remus ought to do re tonks and the baby, it’s also harry coming as close as saying to remus: you're letting your own child down like you let me down. ('I’m pretty sure my father would have wanted to know why you aren’t sticking with your own kid, actually... He had it coming to him,” said Harry. Broken images were racing each other through his mind: Sirius falling through the veil; Dumbledore suspended, broken, in midair; a flash of green light and his mother’s voice, begging for mercy… ‘Parents,’ said Harry, 'shouldn’t leave their kids unless—unless they’ve got to.')

molly and remus: i think this is a very, very underrated relationship! i know there’s a lot of molly-bashing around these days, especially if you’re a marauders and/or sirius and/or wolfstar stan. but i think it is very very overlooked that the person who looks after adult remus the most from 1995 onwards, and who shows him some of the deepest trust and roots for his happiness, is molly. for a man who has plainly known a huge amount of financial/food/housing insecurity, and who is so villainised in wider wizarding society, it is no small gesture for molly to not only provide for remus materially but also to trust him in a house with all of her children and encourage him in a romantic relationship he struggles to feel entitled to and worthy of. (i love sirius, but he is in no fit state to ‘look after’ remus in the last year of his life, and fandom’s continued unwillingness to recognise the importance of domestic/caregiving labour as a vital contribution to the resistance will never not be problematic af). remus clearly values and admires molly in return - the only time he actually ever entertains a parent/guardianship role is when molly is weeping over her boggart, crying onto remus’ shoulder (‘what must you think of me?’) and he assures her that if anything were to happen to her and arthur, he would be a part of the team making sure her children are taken date of (‘what do you think we’d do, let them starve?’) remus’ relationship with molly is often the more mild-mannered translator of her viewpoint to others (especially others with hot tempers), and mediator trying to find middle ground between molly’s protective instincts and the battle/ready instincts of others. (more grist to my sirius & ginny parallels mill — in DH, when a fuming ginny is desperately trying to sneak off to fight in the battle, it’s remus who appeals to molly and ginny to find the compromise of ginny staying in the room of requirement to know what’s going on but not actively fight, a mirror image of his role mediating the dispute between sirius and molly over harry’s right to know what’s going on at grimmauld in ootp…) molly accepts this compromise, a sign that she trusts remus implicitly (she never frets that a werewolf is living among her children in ootp onwards, and invites him to christmas readily even after months undercover with the pack) and also feels able to call him out (‘i’ve always said you’re taking a ridiculous line on this, remus’.) this is too long but basically — justice for molly and remus, unlikely buds!

teddy and andromeda: i weirdly think a lot about teddy lupin these days. i tend to imagine teddy as a very mild-mannered, affable, calm child, like who remus might have been had he not been bitten, with tonks' heart and sociability but also with something of remus' more philosophical disposition. i think he'd slip very naturally into a big brother role because, in part, he does see himself as having a responsibility to take care of people, and i think this would shine through in his relationship with andromeda. we know teddy was raised by his gran, and i imagine she feels enormously protective of him, perhaps bordering on strict in her desire to keep him safe from the harm that came to all the rest of her family. but i like to imagine teddy didn't act out against this too much, in part because he understands where it comes from and in turn feels very protective of andromeda. growing up in the aftermath of the war would make teddy as a child particularly aware of the grief and pain and the silences among the adults around him, and i think teddy would take any compensatory protective strictness on andromeda's part with good grace, and humour her for it. i like to think teenage/young adult teddy serves as the translator for any of his gran's more prickly edges, and that they have a very close relationship that both of them really treasure.

[sundrop-writes]

Not A Good Time

Gar Logan x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary:

You witness Gar using his fighting skills while on a mission, and you can’t wait to get home to show him just how turned on you are by him. (You give him a blowjob in a not-so-secluded alleyway.)

Gar Logan x Gender Neutral Reader. Established Relationship. Smut. Set during early Season 3.

Word Count: 2,000

DC Titans Masterlist | AO3 Link

This fic contains (Slightly) Dubious Consent. Both characters are feeling lustful and want to have sex, but one of them is feeling hesitant about having sex in a semi-public location where they could get caught. The other person has to convince them to have sex while these risks are at play. If this makes you uncomfortable, please choose one of my other fics to read.

THIS IS A RE-POST. This is a fic from my old blog (a blog that was shadowbanned, forcing me to move). This fic is not stolen, it is completely mine, and I am just re-posting it to help people find my new blog, and to make my masterlist complete when I post new fics for this fandom.

Full list of warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: smut, semi-public sex (with a risk of getting caught), slightly dubious consent/coercion (see the above explanation for details), Gar gets a blowjob, the reader swallows Gar’s cum, switch!Gar, the reader is more dominant in this, fuck-drunk Gar, the reader is completely gender neutral/there are no specifics mentions of genitals for the reader, nipple play (Gar receiving), Gar calls reader ‘my love’ and ‘lover’ (cause that is my new obsession), dirty talk (kind of), slight scent kink/sweat kink, mentions of choking/gagging on a dick and slight breath restriction because of it. Hmmm I think that’s it? this is short and sweet. could be set outside the canon, or between season 2 and season 3.

A/N: This is another repost - because I am trying to break up the Titans Blurb Collection. Because I am trying to make sure I have everything transferred over from my old DC Titans Masterlist so I can delete the link to it lmao. I still love this one just as much as when I first wrote it, because every time I watch Gar fight/spar, I go batshit. He is so hot while doing it. Anyway, please enjoy, whether you are reading this for the first time or re-reading it.

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“Now is… now is so not the time for this!” 

Gar’s declaration came out broken, thanks to his breath wavering with a gasp as your teeth nipped along his stomach. You were mouthing right on the hem of his jeans, knowing it was a place that he was the most sensitive. His muscles jumped and jolted under your touch, a sure sign that he was getting wound up, even if he was attempting to verbally deny you. 

You definitely enjoyed the taste of his skin, especially seeing as a light sheen of sweat had gathered on him during the fight. It was a natural musk that you found absolutely delicious under your tongue, something so Gar that it almost hurt. If you had been in your bedroom at home with him, you would have been tempted to strip him down and lick every inch of him, practically give him a tongue bath and tease him for hours before finally letting him cum. 

You loved to drink up the sounds he made when he was fully at your mercy, loved seeing his muscles quiver when he was desperate for release. You loved making him beg for you. 

But he was right. Now was not the ideal time for this.

Police sirens rang in your ears and you heard the distant chatter of Kory’s voice as she talked to the cops and likely to some reporters as well. Dick was off somewhere avoiding the reporters, and Conner was helping a crew lift some heavy barrels of some toxic chemical to load them onto a truck and get them away from the scene. 

Once the rest of the team had all the loose ends tied up, they would eventually come looking for you and Gar. 

But for now, you were on your knees in front of Gar - and you had no plans of giving the position up just yet. You had him pinned against a concrete wall inside the winding warehouse that the Titans had just cleared out. It was secluded enough that you didn’t think you would get caught. 

You just had to convince Gar of that. 

“Tell me ‘no’.” You announced boldly to him, mostly for the fact that you knew that this would be very hard for him. “Say the word and I’ll wait til we get home.” 

You looked up at Gar through your lashes, tempting him as best you could with a bite to your lip and a lustful glow in your eyes. You gave another sharp nip to his exposed skin, digging your teeth into the soft flesh with taut muscles underneath. He drew in a sharp breath at this - clearly you were heavily testing his patience. 

You had his shirt raked halfway up his body and held there by your hand, because surprisingly, all of his clothes were still on. You crept your grip under the fabric and blindly felt around until you got your fingers on his nipple. You gave it a sharp tweak as you sucked a visible reddish mark beside his belly button. 

“Y/N!” He yelped out your name at this unexpected burst of pleasure-pain, his body jolting under your touch. “Wait-” 

His protests dissolved into a needy whine as you continued to roll his nipple between your fingers and tongue wetly along his skin. 

His fists were curled tight at his sides, clearly trying to keep some semblance of self control. Obviously, he was using every ounce of willpower not to bend you over the nearest object (which appeared to be a large chemical drum that was an ingredient for the mass chemical weapon the Titans had just disturbed the plot of) - and fuck you senseless. But he wasn’t pushing you away. The temptation was just as big for him. 

Especially if the thick bulge sitting under your chin was any indication. 

He was just as enthralled by the idea of possibly getting caught. He was intensely turned on at the idea that you couldn’t wait to get him home. 

“Someone is gonna come by-” He argued, his voice almost breathless. 

“That’s not a ‘no’.” You replied, your voice a melodic taunt as you reached for his zipper. 

Watching Gar fight always got you horny. It was a simple, but firm fact of life. 

You did love the Tiger. It was something you found oddly cute where others considered it terrifying, and you loved to pet him and cuddle with him while he was in the Tiger form, given any opportunity to do so. 

But you loved to watch Gar fight when he was his normal human self infinitely more.

Back when the two of you had started training at Titans Tower, you were quickly struck with the realization that Gar wasn’t adorable when he fought in his human form - he was downright filthy hot. The two of you almost never practiced sparring together, because if you did, you became far too distracted by the sight of him. You always left wet spots on your underwear and spent many minutes staring at him gape-mouthed as he moved with athleticism and increasing skill.

Seeing Gar Logan covered in sweat, seeing his muscles flex and stretch as he moved to defeat an enemy - in practice or with purpose - was always the highlight of your day. 

And Gar knew this. 

It’s probably why he had chosen no to utilize the Tiger for the mission that night. He would tell Dick it was because he wanted to put his fighting skills to good use. But in reality, he had wanted to turn you on. He had tempted you into this. 

Gar took one last haste look around. 

Of course, you had pulled him away to a somewhat secluded area. You weren’t that dumb. You weren’t in the direct eyeline of any of the other Titans, and you would definitely be finished by the time someone thought to come looking for you. 

“Fuck it.” Gar sighed. “Go ahead.” 

“Ask me nicely,” You dared to tease him further. 

You began to pull down the zipper anyway, the metal teeth moving loudly and slowly as you looked up at him with a coy, almost bratty expression. 

You had won. That’s all that mattered. 

“Suck my cock.” 

Gar replied, the words ripe and full of want on his tongue. 

It was something that instantly made heat bloom between your thighs. 

“Please.” 

Then he added this on - almost sarcastically, with that entitled, witty little smile. 

You could have devoured him whole. 

Instead, you chose to suck his soul out through his dick until he was absolutely dizzy. You wanted to make him regret being so snarky. 

You took the zipper down the rest of the way and popped the button on his jeans, knowing that his mighty cock would need the extra room to escape. As per usual, he wasn’t wearing any underwear, which only made things more convenient for you. His long, thick cock, hard and ready for you, was exposed to the chill of the air for a fraction of a second before you had him in your mouth. You sucked him halfway down with enthusiastic determination. 

He let out a downright needy whine - something so utterly beautiful coming from him. The sound was unhinged, bouncing off the concrete walls as he tipped his head back and closed his eyes with pleasure. If he was worried about getting caught before, then he very quickly forgot about it. 

Luckily, all the bustle of shifting off the criminals and quiet whoop of police sirens securing the scene easily drowned out any of his sounds for other ears. You were the only one able to hear his sweet little whines and desperate huffs as you fucked him with your mouth. 

You were lucky to have your hands on his hips because it meant you were prepared for the motion of him bucking forward into your lips. And although he had enhanced strength from his powers, you were able to hold him back somewhat and keep him from choking you. You weren’t a stranger to choking on Gar’s cock, and it was something you equally loved.

But this time, you were going to be in control. 

“Fuck, Y/N, your mouth is so fucking good,” 

He jumped into lust-mumbling, something he often did when your mouth was on his cock. It wasn’t intentional dirty talk, so much as it was a hazy, lust drunk set of words that fell from his mouth without much thought to it. It was something about him that you found to be entirely endearing. 

“God, you’re so perfect, oh! Your fucking tongue-”

You pulled back slightly and shoved your tongue into his slit. You licked up the precum that was freely leaking from him as you pumped the rest of his cock with your hand. His dick felt wonderful and thick and pulsed in your hand, and you took a glance upwards at him. His chest heaved from your efforts already and he looked so fucked out, his head leaned back against the concrete wall while his mouth was wide open in a beautiful, pornographic O. 

“Fuck, I love it. I love the way you suck me off, lover. You’re so fucking good at this.” Gar continued, his breath stolen by you already. 

You loved it, too. 

You pressed your fingers to the base of his dick and held him steady for your mouth as you sunk down on him again. And then, with the time constraint in mind, you began bobbing your head, keeping a tight suction on your lips and flattening your tongue against him. You turned your mouth into a perfect, wet little place for his cock, sucking him off with vigor - eager to drink his cum. 

“Ah!” Gar cried out, moving to buck his hips again. 

With only one hand holding him down, he was successful this time. He inadvertently made you gag as the head of his dick poked at the back of your throat. It spurned tears from the corners of your eyes, but you loved it. He heard the gag and immediately felt guilty for his uncontrollable muscles, driven by his wild lust for you. 

“Sorry, my love, I - oh, fuck!” 

You simply doubled down and sucked harder on him. You hollowed your cheeks and intentionally let the head of his cock slip back into your throat, cutting off your air supply for a dizzying moment before you pulled yourself back. 

That really got to him. The feeling of his ultra sensitive cockhead being completely surrounded by your tight, hot throat - that was what truly pushed him over the edge. 

“Fuck, ‘m cumming,” He moaned, reaching out and taking a tight grip on the fabric at your shoulder, digging his fingers in there and holding onto you tight. “Cumming, oh fuck, oh Y/N, fu-”

He cut himself off with another moan, the words completely choked off in his throat as he delivered on that promise. 

You had to put both your forearms firmly across his stomach to pin him against the wall with all your might to keep him from bruising your throat mindlessly with his hips as his orgasm rocked his body. You kept bobbing your head, lovingly drinking his cum down as it shot into your mouth in thick, hot spurts. 

As you swallowed the last of it, you continued to vigorously suck around him - you were feeling a little bit spiteful that he had tried to deny you. It was a small, petty revenge. The action caused him to whine and shake from the overstimulation - one of your favorite sensations with him.

“You’re a menace.” Gar huffed out, now entirely breathless as you pulled off his softening cock and wiped your mouth.

“I’m your menace.” You easily corrected as you tucked him back into his pants.

When you found your way back to the others, Gar was still dizzy in his post-orgasm haze, leaning on you for support, and Dick questioned if the criminals you had arrested had drugged him with something. Oops.

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If you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging it, or leaving a comment telling me what you liked about it! And please keep in mind, this work will not have a continuation as its meant to be a standalone oneshot. But I do have other Gar fics in a similar style on my DC Titans Masterlist.

[voidzphere]

look im so sorry for bothering you and writing this but i just think your REALLY FREAKING COOL!!! and im sorry if i sound lame or anything but i just wanted to tell you that i love your art and what you do for killers character with his stages and issues. not a lot of people do this and im really happy you do

you don't have to but can you tell me some of you favorite canon facts/headcanons you ahev about him? Im just curious to see how much you know and what your thoughts are. Sorry again if this bothers you-

THANK U !! u dont sound lame + u arent botherin me at all ^_^

and im honored to be the only killer sans irl artizt who actually talkz about killer'z full character in this hellhole of a fandom tyty doez a bow

some of my favorite headcanonz i have for killer:

super fucking chaotic, but alzo emotional, as much as he doeznt want to be. he'z still pretty chaotic, emotional, and impulsive in canon as well but when i say this i mean he is WILD. teenager going through puberty chaotic and emotional. he will not hesitate to play his loud ass electric guitar in his room until nightmare screamz at him to shut up. it helpz him get his emotionz out becauze he doeznt like venting to otherz. makez him feel like a desperate and pathetic puddle begging for peoplez' pity and mercy. one of his favorite songz to play is "Crybaby" - Destroy Boys

lovez holidayz. setz everything up like three monthz before the actual holiday comez around and everyone is just kinda forced to go along with it cuz they dont wanna disappoint him. he just wantz to experience coming together with his "family" and hanging out with them, though it'll never be the same ever again.

when he got recruited and moved into nightmare'z castle for the first time, he asked for an extra pillow specifically for cuddling. he needz something to hold while he sleepz, it helpz him feel safe. he has a bunch of plushiez for that now, but he alwayz wishez he had an actual person to hug.

some of my favorite canon aspectz of killer:

the fact he has alterz + is implied to be a system !! makez me feel better cuz i am a system as well. he doeznt like talkin abt the subject either, and neither do i.

he'z one of the only "main" sansez to be shown as exclusively attracted to + flirt with only men (nightmare, color, cross, fell, etc.)

as unhinged and evil as he is, he doeznt want to be this way. he wantz to be a better person, and carez about a lot of people even if he has a hard time showing it. but he believez he'z gone too far to go back to become a good person again. (real)

this is a LOT but yeah !! ty 4 the question, i love rambling about this stuff <3

[not-goldy]

I'm a little surprised Jikook haven't come on live to explain away their enlistment. I kinda been expecting it, cause they know all eyes are on them considering their sus behavior over the years and what this means for them. Then again, I hope they don't even speak on it, cause they earned this big fuck you to the world and shouldn't have to explain shit. I would love that Jikook live before they leave. I don't even need to see them flirt. I just wanna see them happy before leaving. I'm gonna miss them so much, but especially Jimin. I'm sorry, but he owns my heart and I am petrified for him. Yes, I'm relieved he will have JK, but I am still petrified and throwing up over this. I am really scared for him. Like really scared. I can sleep easy knowing Jikook have each other, but I also can't sleep cause I am terrified for them and the day is getting closer. I'm not ready.

I also suspect Tae will probably leave Tkk with some crumbs and do something since they've been demolished and taking reality hit after reality hit all year and he probably wanna make sure he has his delusional fanbase to come back too. They begged him while Jikook was in Japan and he did. I imagine he will again. If it were me tho, I'd let them miserable fucks rot and not give them shit the entire time I am gone, after they harassed my GF for an entire year. I wouldn't want to return to same group of nasty fucking toxic disgusting people. All they've done is tarnish his and Jk's name and reputation. Tae being the mentally abused tortured soul and Jk being the abusive, possessive, manipulating, cheating, fanservice king breaking Tae's heart. I saw a lot of tkk saying they were leaving if Jikook go through with enlisting cause they can't explain away Jikook being together by choice for 18 months, when they had other options. Lets hope they keep their word. Taek down your leaders who gaslit you, you'll feel better. That's my advice.

I know Jimin wanna throw hands but I'm waiting to see his bald head🥲

Until then I'm gonna pretend he's not going and we are gonna get his 10/13 birthday live as scheduled on my calendar 😔

They probably have their reasons for choosing to do this together. Reality is they could have done it with any member they wanted. I personally would have loved if Vmin had gone together 🤧

It wouldn't be so surprising if the best friends soul mates went. Chingus doing chingu things- we have no choice but to look away.

However Jikook, the entire Fandom think you hate eachother and spend a lot of time trying to ridicule and diminish your bond. 18 months is Ike 1000 years a day in hell for someone who hates Jimin at his core.

He hates Jimin so much he can't wait to follow him to military to hate him some more.

Never underestimate the power of hate.

It's such a strong emotion.

And ooooh will Jimin burn under his hateful gaze as he fires hateful beams out of his eyes while Jimin jumps around camp bald head with his gun pressed against his chest.

He's been practicing his mini hateful hugs too

He can't wait to hatefully spoon him till he's begging for mercy

[dirtytransmasc]

Something I noticed is how between couples and parents and children they say "My" Ma"my"Jake, Ma"my"Neteyam. They are possessive of each other without being toxic. So I imagine that in order to adopt the "son" of another, even the "parents" being alive, he would have to prove that he is worthy of taking care of that creature. Just as they have to show that they are good hunters, horsemen, etc. to be recognized in the village. So in order for Tonowari to stay with Spider, he would have to fight Jake. Show that he cared for him, and show the village that he would actually be better off with another family, Ronal and Tonowari. Jake's reaction to being challenged to a fight, Neytiri's reaction, the children. And that actually Neyeam is not dead but wounded. And that he being the "older" the one who bears the responsibility of caring for his brothers. To be told that his parents have neglected Spider to the point where he almost died and that he is still weak. it would be a low blow, he must have realized something was wrong. Kiri too, Lo'ak.Tonowari, even if he has affection and respect for Jake, would not be soft. I would win.

"I am not doing this to hurt you, jakesully, I am doing this for the good of the child. I do not seek to disgrace you, not even to shame you, I just want to protect a child who has hurt for far to long," is all tonowari can say, because its true, this is for spider and spider only, he cares little about what will happen to jake, that's for Eywa to handle.

jake can't wrap his mind around the situation, he only started seeing spider as his son in the last few weeks and now he's being taken away. tonowari is challenging him to a fight? he knows the way of adoption in na'vi culture, but being on the side that's losing the child? how does one react to that.

when he and the kids demand a reason, it has to be laid out in front of them, with little sugar coating; jake and neytiris neglect have hurt spider more then he ever dared let on, that he almost died trying to please them, and that he will not thrive in their care (tonowari leave's out what he knows about spider almost dying for the sully's time and time again during his time with the RDA, how he was willing to die to protect them, how he feared his own 'mother' cause he's not here to destroy jake).

neteyam who always tried his best to be a good 'third parent' to spider feels like he is partly to blame (much to ronal and tonowari's disgust, no child should ever feel like that), lo'ak being so confused because he can't bring himself to see his dad as someone capable of hurting their brother like that (like he was hurt), kiri angry because jake and neytiri hurt her brother, her person. little tuk tuk being to young for any of this to truly understand any of it. neytiri going numb, she's hurt and insulted but painfully guilty, both for what she did and for her relief in that moment.

tonowari would show little mercy in his fight against jake, obviously not trying to hurt him, but he's angry, he's so angry. he's spent the better part of a week nursing a scared little boy back to health, a boy who is terrified of any sort of attention or care.

to adopt a child the family 'leader' has to be symbolically killed (not canon, but that seems to be the fandom consensus as far as I know), that would be jake, and tonowari would beg him to go without a fight, to just let go of spider, for his sake, and to jakes credit, he does (he fights a little, cause he's jake, but all considering he went quick). after that tonowari helps him up, thanks him for letting go of spider, and then goes about his way in the village.

is it becuase he can't stand to look at jake for another second cause he may actually hurt him in front of everyone, yes, yes it is, but he silent treatment is equally unnerving.

after that spider goes through the rest of the adoption process, a set of different ceremonies (also not canon, now I'm just pulling stuff out my ass, cause I can); first a symbol of his first family is destroyed, in spiders case his hair is cut. second he is washed and cleansed by his family in the eyes of Eywa. third he is given a new name in front of the whole village. and finally, he receives a symbol of his new family, in this case, a piece of jewelry (to symbolize surviving all he had, and the strength he had to do so), hair beads (to match his family), and a spear (carved from tonowari's hands alone and blessed by ronal). when he's of age (culture wise) he would also receive the family tattoo, to forever mark him as theirs.

all the while the sully's have to watch from a distance as spider becomes hi'i'tsyil, and they lose what little of him was their son, brother, and friend.

[crowleys-hips]

2, 10, 22 and 24 for the ask game! Hope you're having a good day 💙

elloo thank youu i hope you're having a good day too 🐍

2. What was it that drew you to Good Omens, and what was it that sucked you into the fandom?

*breaks down sobbing lungs burning chest contracting heaving shuddering gasping for breath mascara running down my cheeks snot dripping from my nose* ahem sorry needed a little moment of drama it's all cool now dw about me im absolutely hella gucci never been better 😎 anyway where were we oh yea

when i was a teen i used to sort of like this one author but i can't remember the name for some reason, i just kinda remember picking up literally every single thing of his i could get my hands on, i mean, super casually, i wasn't obsessed or anything. and so i saw his name on the title, saw it had a demon and an angel and something about Armageddon and then i blinked and had somehow consumed the whole thing.

then flash forward to 2019, i see ohh they made a series of that one book i kinda sorta very casually liked a normal amount. and then i shrugged and never watched it bc they didn't look the way they had looked in my head and i had a Very Serious Issue w that apparently. then last year i got covid and i was really bored and i didn't know what to watch and i came across that one show tumblr was losing their minds about for some reason, so i went ugh fine i'll watch it. and then i relived the worst heartbreak of my whole life through a much more brutal dramatization and i was left in pieces, clutching my chest, crying on the floor, begging the universe for mercy. so naturally, like a very normal person, i went, "damn i need to watch this whole thing again 10 thousand more times until i memorize the dialogue word for word" and came on tumblr to scream into the void about it. and so here i am, continuing the lovely tradition of breaking hearts with unhinged poems and occasionally making memes friends will later find reposted on pinterest and instagram 🤡

10. What traits do you share with Crowley?

Yes well first the dumbassery and the unfortunate habit of shooting myself in the foot, le dépression, constantly in alert mode, cant for the life of me ever sit like a normal person, sunglasses out in public always bc my vampire ass is allergic to light, clothing only exists in black, antes muerto que sencillo ✨ (sooner dead than a simple hoe) flash bastard, blasting Queen, horrible plant dad, former raging alcoholic, Aziraphalesexual, drama queen, in fucking pieces 🪦

22. Bildad The Shuhite: hot or not?

look i can see the appeal, but personally i wouldn't fuck him

24. Who would you choose to run off to Centauri with?

you guys keep asking me this as if i even know other people lmao anyway. my answer is still: a copy of The Awakening by Kate Chopin. iykyk 🖤 if not and you wish to find out, get tissues

thanks for the asksss! this was fun to write lmao

[redtippedfox]

Geez Marinette facing the order over her parents… considering the episode weredad I think she made the correct decision

a sadistic choice: face angry parents or catching up with some old friends I would pick the second option tbh 😅 even if said friends want to corrupt you

Yep, ever since Weredad we as a fandom know how much Tom LOVES being nosy about his daughter's love life. So after finding out that his daughter is LADYBUG, the partner of Chat Noir, the woman of Chat Noir's dreams, the girl Chat Noir is crazy about, the second half of the romantic duo of Paris. You bet he's gonna start asking questions like no tomorrow.

Tom: "So how many kids are you and Chat Noir having? Oh! Wait! They would be called Kittens!"

Future!Marinette: Papa-

Tom: "Gasp! Would you have a litter?! Am I gonna get a bunch of kittens for grandchildren!?"

Future!Marinette: Pa-

Tom: "I mean I'm totally fine with a bunch of grandkittens! What about marriage?! Has he proposed to you yet?! I bet he made it romantic!"

Future!Marinette: Papa please-

Tom: "I'm still a little hurt that you didn't tell me about your boyfriend but as long as you're happy then I'm happy! Oh! I can't wait to meet my future son-in-law! Does he like baking? I hope he's okay with taking over the bakery when you two get married!"

Nino: "You know, now I can see why Marinette tried avoiding coming back home."

Alya: "Shhh, This is the best thing ever. I never knew Marinette's dad was a hopeless romantic"

Future!Marinette: "Papa please, mercy, I beg you, stop."

Tom: "I also gotta know is he a romantic flirt as he seems or does he seduce you in the night like the charming cat he is! Or does he kiss you senseless into the night while proclaiming his love?!"

Future!Marinette: "PAPA!"

[words-with-wren]

@chrumblr-whumblr Day Sixteen: Begging

Fandom: Doctor Who (Fifth Doctor Era) This one kinda got away from me. Not sure it exactly fits the prompt. Five is so fun to write.

Word count: 1,300ish

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“You know, I really do think there has to be a more reasonable way of resolving this--ow, do be careful!”

The Doctor brushed his coat down determinedly as he regained his balance. His captors had shoved him forward non too gently, and he risk a glare in their direction as he was bundled forward. They didn’t seem very receptive to his suggestion of alternate options. Typical.

He was cordially escorted into a large throne room. Very posh--fancy drapes and everything. Naturally, there was a large throne in the center of the room, and sitting on that was the usual pompous leader. 

The Doctor was shoved to his knees at the base of the stairs. The ruler leaned forward--he was a very narrow, thin sort of fellow. Uncomfortably angular.  

“What have you brought before me?” the ruler asked, leaning forward on his throne. The Doctor moved to stand and greet him, but a hand on his shoulder kept him down. Charming hospitality. 

“Hello,” he said. “I was just passing through, you know.” Strictly not true. But the Doctor wasn’t sure he wanted to explain to this fellow that they had only come here because Nyssa had managed to get herself captured and he was trying to break her out. Technicalities. 

“Trespasser?” the ruler asked. 

“Oh, more a guest,” the Doctor tried. He grinned, leaning back on his knees and clasping his hands in front of him. “Wonderful hospitality you have here, you know. I love all the shoving. Makes me feel right at home.”

“We do not have guests on Prophibus Prime,” the ruler said. He stood, stepping down the steps leading up to his throne and stopping part way. “What is your name” 

“I’m the Doctor,” the Doctor said. He tried to stand again, but again was kept down with a hand on his shoulder. That was starting to get annoying. 

“Doctor.” The ruler scoffed, staring down at him. “How can you be of use to me? Only those who have a use can stay here.” 

This really was a wonderful planet. 

“Oh, many things,” the Doctor said. There were only actually a few guards. He figured if he could distract the man standing right behind him who kept shoving him down, he might have an opportunity to dash towards the door. Then he could lose himself in the hallways. 

But before he could continue talking or enact any plan, the door was shoved open again, and he heard Tegan’s voice even before seeing her. 

His hearts sank. This had taken a turn he didn’t want. 

“Let go of me! This is ridiculous! I demand to talk to--oh. Hello Doctor.” Tegan’s voice faded into uncertainty as she was pushed up the grand hall to join him. 

“Hello Tegan,” the Doctor greeted cheerfully, looking her up and down as he spoke. She looked unharmed, something he was eager to keep true. “Come to rescue me?” 

“No, me actually.” Nyssa’s voice came from further back and the Doctor twisted to see her, also escorted by a guard. 

Tegan scoffed, shoving off the hand that was pushing her down, and sat down on the ground. The Doctor figured that was probably a far more comfortable position and shifted to do the same, taking his weight off his knees. 

Nyssa echoed them, and soon all three of them where sitting cross legged in front of the ruler. He glared down at them. 

“You trespass in my kingdom, scoff at my authority, make a mockery of my justice. And what--you expect mercy?” 

This could take a deadly turn very quickly. The Doctor folded his hands neatly in his lap and nodded. 

“You seem like a reasonable man,” he said. His plan was changing all the times, the appearance of Nyssa and Tegan complicating things. He’d been hoping Tegan could have enacted some kind of distraction, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen. 

Where was Adric? 

“I am no such thing,” the ruler bellowed. He stood and stepped forward, moving down two of the steps. “Doctor, I sense there is much hidden in your depths.” His voice was cool, silvery, and filled the Doctor with an uneasy dread. This was not a man to underestimate or antagonise.

“Perhaps we can come to an arrangement,” he said. Maybe it would have been better to remain kneeling, to give the ruler some semblance of being in control still. Too late now. 

“Oh I think we shall. You Doctor, shall tell me all of your secrets.” He stepped forward, off the last few steps until he was standing right above the Doctor. The Doctor tipped his head up, meeting his eyes, refusing to be cowed by a petty planet ruler who was little more than a bully. 

A bully with a lot of men and a lot of sharp, pointy sticks. 

“And if I don’t feel like telling you anything?” the Doctor asked. His voice was even and controlled--now was not the time for attempted levity. 

“You will.” For a long moment, they just stared at each other. The Doctor on the floor, the other man staring down at him. Then the ruler turned and walked back up the staircase. “The woman shall be put to death, I have no need for them. Take the Doctor to a cell.” 

“No!” The Doctor scrambled to his feet at the command, lunging forward a step before being grabbed from behind and hauled back. “I will not tell you anything if you harm them.” 

“I’d like to see you try!” Tegan added. 

The ruler arrived at his throne and sat, malice in his eyes. 

“Is that so.” He lifted a lazy hand. “Kill that one.” 

“Don’t you dare touch her!” Tegan shouted. But the guards grabbed Nyssa and dragged her to her feet. Her eyes were wide with fear but she didn’t say anything. Dear little Nyssa, never saying anything. 

“If you hurt her I will give you nothing,” the Doctor said, feeling increasingly helpless. “Let them go, and I’ll give you what you want.” 

“No Doctor,” Nyssa said softly, in that quiet, frantic way of her’s. 

“I will not negotiate with prisoners. The women mean nothing. She amuses me.” A lazy finger at Tegan. “But she is nothing.” 

The Doctor pulled his arm free from the man holding him and stepped forward, stopping at the base of the stairs before throne. 

“I promise you. I will tell you whatever you want to know. Just let them go unharmed.” 

He lowered his head, helplessness making it hard to breathe. He would not let Nyssa be harmed. Not while he had a responsibility for her. 

The ruler hesitated just a moment, clearly relishing in the power he had over the moment. Tegan took full advantage of this. 

She scrambled to her hands and knees and lunged across the ground, tackling the man holding Nyssa around the legs. Nyssa stepped aside quickly, taking advantage of his disorientation to confiscate the sword he was holding. He collapsed heavily to the ground and Tegan hurried to her feet. 

The guard who had been holding Tegan reacted a moment too late, rushing towards the girls, but Nyssa flicked her sword in his directly and scored a long, thin gash up his arm. 

“Oh well done!” the Doctor cried. There were three other guards in the room, not to mention the ruler. It was time to make themselves very scarce very fast. “It’s been a pleasure, but we really must dash. Come along!” 

Tegan and Nyssa didn’t need any more prompting. With the Doctor just a step behind them, the three of them sprinted towards the door. 

“Where’s Adric?” the Doctor gasped as they skidded out of the door. Nyssa was still holding her sword. 

“I thought he was with you!” Tegan cried. 

“Oh don’t tell me you’ve lost him,” the Doctor groaned. “We just got Nyssa back.” 

“He’s probably waiting quite comfortably for us back at the TARDIS,” Nyssa said with a smile. 

[cloud-somersault]

Your fic "The constellations within us" was so perfect, and exactly what I wanted and needed for since I joined the fandom. I wish I had eloquent words but english is not my native language, and I'm struggling with the translator now, but this fic is probably one of the most high quality ones I’ve ever read so i've finally worked up the energy to leave a solid comment.

I love your prose, the descriptions and internal monologues are so immersive and emotional that I need to reread over and over again. The worldbuilding scratches my brain real nice, all contribute to make a really cohesive image that canon still doesn't quite achieve in my opinion. And you did a good job capturing the mood and humor of the show with every little detail but at the same time you’ve added a whole new dimension to the plot and characters. Keep cooking, I beg you but also have mercy on me. I imagine you saying something like: I am going to create an situation that is so emotionally fucked up before writing any chapter.

I really love the way shadowpeach interact in this story. From trying to kill each other to sharing the food. It's kinda crazy that people genuinely thought shadowpeach was a one sided crush until s4.

To be honest, I'm not a fan how the fandom treats shadowpeach but you have successfully kept the characterization of mystical monkeys to perfection while setting up a realistic shadowpeach plotline. I read this quote in another fic but it applies very well to them: "They really embody the pain/comfort thing, except that comfort is understanding and trust."

Sun Wukong is canonically a latent danger that not even the most powerful entities in celestial realm or underworld could subdue him, but he has no self preservation skills whatsoever. He's a bleeding heart. He's the one who sacrifices everything possible to protect the few he loves because, god, he has lost so much. The immortality he achieved with peaches, wine, pills, among many other things, may have made him indestructible on the outside, but inside they made him emotionally vulnerable, lonely and afraid of attachment. This monkey can fit so much trauma and he's holding a lot close to his chest even from the audience. The fandom villainizes him unfairly, but sometimes they also put him on some kind of pedestal, which is also incorrect.

The same happens with Macaque. He's the walking mystery who may or may not realize how much of a prickly capricious hypocrite he is in some things. For example, he feels an apparent resentment at being relegated to being a mere shadow of someone much brighter, but at the same time he seems unwilling to step out of that role. In s1 and s3, he clings so much to the past that he pushes Wukong, the only constant of him in a modern world after his resurrection, to be the version he remembered. Where Wukong advanced, Macaque retreated.

Nonetheless, the motives behind every action of his are more nuanced than him just being evil. He did once he was free from LBD's control was immediately start helping everyone even until s4, as if it were a tacit way of apologizing because he was just trapped under incredibly shitty circumstances, let's remember the part where LBD said she'd kill him if he didn't do what she wanted. Although I don't think he didn’t have fun knocking everyone around a bit (to his ex-husband especially).

It's little funny because I consider that before the perigranation trip, Wukong is a self-proclaimed hero with destructive or villainous tendencies (depending on which side you look at, celestial Realm definitely sees it that way still) while in the current timeline, Macaque is a self-proclaimed villain with heroic tendencies.

I wont keep rambling, but thank you again for pouring your time and talent into this beautifully painful read. I can't wait to chew on the next chapter like a hungry dog ​​with a good steak and also I'll be keeping an eye out for your future works, in case you continue writing about queer monkeys with emotional constipation, but if not, it's such a treat to read what you've already gifted us. Have a good week! and sorry for any translation errors again.

AAAAAH i'm sorry i've taken so long to respond to this. this ask is SO SWEET and i loved just rereading it over and over to suck all the serotonin out of it. Filled me with gleee!!

Thank you so much for taking the time to translate and write out this message! There weren't any errors, it's okay! I'm so glad you liked my story sm and read it and ENJOYED IT YAAAAAY!!!

honestly, I only cackle evilly before posting chapters sometimes. Only sometimes, when I remember. I usually cackle while writing, but then, by the time I've posted it, I've read it so much, it doesn't have that emotional impact on me anymore LOL

I think that's a great way to sum up shadowpeach! It's about understanding and trust. No matter what, that trust has to be rebuilt, and that process is so painful and hard and time-consuming that...it takes such a great amount of effort on both their parts. It's the choice to persevere in spite of that amount of hardship that makes them beautiful, even if what they create together isn't inherently beautiful. What's beautiful is that, in spite of tragedy, these two monkeys want to be together in whatever way they can.

I think with any fandom, people are going to misinterpret characters. I've kind of gotten used to it, but there's definitely a lot of missed nuance and character depth that the fandom chooses to not see or doesn't except. Maybe they like to keep it surface level, but i think critically thinking about the plot and characters is where you can find depth or make depth of your own that's not present in the show.

Wukong is either a trickster villain or a precious soul who has done no wrong and needs to be protected. Macaque is usually a mustache-twirling villain or a sweet, bashful monkey who was just pretending all that time! and has never done anything bad.

A lot of the fandom sees things in a clear black and white way, which is dangerous for several reasons, but it means that their interpretations lack that depth or understanding that people crave. Because no one is black and white. The world doesn't work that way, so it's kind of worrying that they think that's...normal. It's not normal. I see it as a lack of life experience and maturity, but I also don't know these people. Maybe they like their fictional worlds to be black and white, I dunno.

Aaaanyway, you're not the first person to speak about this topic with shadowpeach and how, through constellations, they found some understanding or were pleased with how shadowpeach interacted. and to that I say, thanks! I just like some realism and three dimensional...ness to my characters, please and thanks. Don't even get me started on MK.

But wow! Yes! I'm so honored you'll keep reading whatever I write next. I have no fucking clue what I'm doing, and I'm just smashing my dolls together, but I'm happy to have you here in Constellations AU land! Welcome! Enjoy your stay 💕

[charliedawn]

Could you do one with Balem Abrasax where reader is Jupiter best friend and her and Balem Abrasax fall for eacthother and maybe that changes his mind about earth and stuff since he falls for reader

Fandom( Jupiter acsending)

(I never wrote for this character. So, I apologize for any mistake I may have done concerning the original story. I hope you'll like it.)

Balem had commanded you be brought before him as soon as he had heard of your presence withing his ship and as many of the children's whims—nobody dared refuse.

You were brought forth and Balem's eyes swept over your shivering form with idle interest.

"So...You are the one who managed to befriend mother."

You blinked twice before daring raising your voice to correct.

"Not mother, my lord. Jupiter. She is not your mother. She is my best friend."

The crowd gathered around the both of you seemed to gasp and whisper. Your skin crawled at the uncomfortable sensation of thousands of eyes on you.

You thought Balem would be upset at your contradicting, but he seemed almost amused by it.

"You love her so much, don't you ?"

You gulped at his sickly sweet tone and the way his eyes seemed to bore into yours. He didn't even blink once.

"I do. She is like a sister to me.", you finally confirmed and didn't expect Balem's reaction.

In the flash of a second, he was standing right in front of you and held your chin in a tight grip—his cold dead eyes staring into yours intently.

"Sickening...Sickening affection.", he spat—as if it was an insult. "So much love in your gaze. So much naivety. Tell me, young dove...Do you fancy striking a deal with the devil ?"

"...What ?", you breathed out—scared and confused. His fingers digged painfully into your flesh as he reiterated his demand.

"I'll spare your precious Earth. I'll even spare the one you call Jupiter. All you have to do...is agree to stay with me. And take mother's place."

Your eyes watered at the notion of what he was asking of you and you wondered if it was better to throw yourself at his feet and beg for his mercy, or try to reason with him.

You settled for the latter.

"My lord...I am but a mere human. I am not worthy of such an offer. W...Why would you...?"

He clicked his tongue in disapproval and you were scared he might actually dislocate your jaw by the sheer force of his grip.

"Now now...Don't sell yourself short, my dear. I collect things. Rare things. Pretty things. And you...you are the most interesting and precious thing mother has acquired within her time on Earth."

Your breath hitched as his smile widened—almost unnaturally so—as he added.

"And everything mother owns...I want and must acquire."

He finally let go of your jaw to let his finger travel up and down the side of your face. He then leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

"Without you, Jupiter would be crushed. A mess. One I cannot wait to see and enjoy thoroughly."

You closed your eyes and your whole body trembled as you realized...you were never going home.

"I wonder how much time it will take for you to hate me...?"

You looked up at him and even though he deserved your hatred and your wrath—you couldn't help but pity the prince.

You had heard of what happened to his mother, the way he had had to kill her because she was tired of life.

No child should suffer such responsibility.

"...I agree."

Your own answer surprised you, but you had no choice either way. He wasn't going to stop tracking Jupiter—and you would be caught dead before making her suffer another day of torture if you could help it.

"My life. And you'll set Jupiter and Earth free from your torment."

Balem seemed to think about it before smiling and bringing your hand to his cold lips.

"~You have my word."

And hence, it was done.

You became Balem's belonging and had to leave Jupiter and your life behind. And Balem was not easy to please.

"Y/N..."

You raised your eyes to meet the ones of the person you had learned to recognize as your master. He had a pensive look on his face and hummed to himself before dragging you up so he may have a closer look at you.

You were wearing Jupiterian' clothes now and had learned not to speak unless spoken to—which had earned yourself a little recognition from the man before you.

It was terrible how your thoughts and feelings were now linked to the man. He controlled your very existence, pulled your strings like a skillful puppet master.

"Tell me, Y/N. When will you start hating me ?"

You pondered on the question you had asked yourself so many times before and sighed. Truth was ? You had no idea.

He was moody. Childish. Arrogant. Selfish. Possessive...

And yet, you still couldn't bring yourself to hate him.

"Probably never, your highness."

Balem seemed taken aback by your answer, but a mocking smirk soon took its place on his face as he scoffed.

"You are such a compassionate being. Sickening really...Sick and contagious. Like a virus. A plague."

His eyes seemed to darken as he talked before his lips tightened into a thin line in obvious discontent.

"Get up."

You obeyed. You deduced your time must have come to an end and even though you knew better than to try to beg for your life—you still tried.

"...Balem. Please."

But, it wasn't the right answer it seemed as he fisted a hand in your hair and yanked you back to seethe.

"No. No more pleading. I am done waiting for things. I shall take. Take from now on until I am satisfied."

And...taking your life would bring him satisfaction ?

"And when will you be ?", you asked and the room fell into a deep silence.

"Ssh...Pretty things do not talk.", Balem finally shushed you before kissing your lips.

You were then too stunned to speak and Balem chuckled darkly.

"...Here we go. See ? You can shut up."

It was said in such a calm and collected way, it felt like a soft caress when in fact it was poison.

Your eyes burned with uncanny fire as you suddenly took him by the collar and shook him back and forth.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT ?! WHY ?! I THOUGHT WE COULD HAVE BEEN...!", you started—but Balem interrupted you.

"What ? Friends ? Don't make me laugh. We will never be friends, pet. As I have left my name on all this destruction and those planets, you shall soon recognize my name branded into your very body and soul—if you have one. So, better get used to it."

You took a couple of staggering steps back and felt tears in your eyes again.

"...You're a monster.", you recognized finally and covered your mouth with both hands in horror.

He seemed to feel guilty at first, lowering his face and the shadows covering his eyes. You felt the urge to comfort him rise again in your chest—swept away by a deep dark chuckle that turned into a mad cackle as he threw his head back in dramatic satire.

He closed his eyes and when his laughter had died down, his eyes slowly raised to meet yours. No compassion. No mercy.

"Took you long enough."

"S...Stop looking at me with those eyes.", you told him—even though you doubted he would listen. And sure enough, he didn't.

"My mother told me I had the most beautiful eyes in the galaxy."

He took a step forward.

"My father told me I was crafted from the finest gold and had a wonderful careful nature."

Another step.

"But, truth is ? I always found myself to be dark charcoal. Silent. Dark. And deadly."

He was trapping you in a corner—you realized. But, when you tried to escape, his arms wrapped around your waist and as much as you tried to pull away, you were no match for his alien strength.

He was sculpted in stone and you were clay into his hands.

"Balem...", you called out his name—but he didn't answer at first. He only let out a soft breath while nuzzling your neck affectionately.

"Yes, little dove ?"

You took him by surprise by softly scratching his scalp and embracing him fully.

"I forgive you."

He blinked several times before his lips quivered and he tightened his hold on you, fisting his hands in the soft fabric of your dress as he started crying softly in the crook of your neck.

You soothed him and even though the incredibly uncomfortable spiky suit he was wearing was digging into your skin, you didn't stop.

There was little to no hope for Balem, but it wouldn't stop you from loving him.

And it hurt. More than any knife or poison thrown your way.

You let out a heavy sigh while petting his head and the slight shift in your proximity was mistaken for discomfort.

He slowly pulled away from you to look at you intently with those beautiful eyes of his. His mother was right about one thing...

He then saw the red marks his outfit had left on you and frowned a little before trying to soothe them with his gloved thumb.

"Even now...You prefer to stay silent rather than tell me when I'm hurting you.", he mused before his eyes returned to your face. But, it was no empathy in his gaze...no.

He smiled.

"It only makes me want to hurt you more.", he confessed huskily and your breath hitched as he suddenly digged the tip of his thumb into your already sensitive skin for a second or two.

But, he quickly retreated when you let out a small cry and instead, pressed his lips to the abused flesh.

"...You taste like mandarins.", he commented.

You didn't know how to answer the comment of the prince...lord ?...his highness ?

You then realized you had never really understood Jupiterian's chain of command.

Most people called Balem 'Lord', but they also said he was part of the 'Royal family'. It made you realize just how important he was. He was royalty. Untouchable. He had always been praised and spoiled rotten. No wonder he had turned out the way he had.

"...I sometimes wonder if I should do like mother and ask someone to end my life. But, I have no one I could ask it to, no one that would hold my hand and tell me that everything will be alright...", he said before looking up at you with something soft in his eyes—some hidden weakness. "...Would you be that person one day—I wonder ?"

It wasn't a question adressed to you. You didn't reply and he hummed before intertwining your fingers.

"One day...One day, I will set you free, little dove. I promise. But until then..."

He tightened his grip on you and his eyes returned to their cold and calculating state and you shivered again.

"...Until then, you are mine. Your heart. Your body. Your soul."

You closed your eyes and let the prince embrace you once more, his slender hands trapping you in his arms.

"...Until then, you are stuck with me, little dove."

You let out a heavy sigh of defeat. Deep down, you already knew—but it felt different to hear him say it. He was without shame. Without remorse.

And it made you want to fight against whatever affection for him was blooming in your chest even more.

You tried to escape his cursed embrace, but he wouldn't budge and shook his head.

"Ssh...Settle down, little dove. We wouldn't want to have to pin down your wings so soon."

And as if to prove his commitment, he pulled out a dagger from his belt and ran it across your leg warningly.

You stopped struggling instantly and he seemed satisfied.

"Good, little dove. Good. You learn quickly."

His eyes gleamed with insanity and vicious sadistic pleasure.

He was insane. You knew as much. And it hurt you to know that you might never be able to change his twisted mind.

"Do I scare you, little dove ?", he asked.

You were tempted to lie, but finally nodded.

"Yes."

His smile didn't falter.

"Good. You should be."

He then finally released you and walked away.

"I'll see you around, little dove."

Even if he was the cruelest of all captors, he still remained the most majestic being you had ever seen. He seemed to float above the polished floor like a ghost.

His smile haunted you and it was only when he was out of the room that you regained your breath and your heart made its presence known in hour chest.

Yes. Balem was evil. There was no doubt about it, but...

Oooh...Did you want him. It was pure desire. And it made your skin crawl to be perfectly aware of your attraction to this bringer of chaos.

You smiled through your tears and threw your head back before letting out a pained laugh, covering your face as you did.

Maybe were you going insane too...?

[skaruresonic]

"Lanolin is interesting because even the sonic series needs moments of negativity every now and then"

Somehow I don't consider the equivalent of an overly bossy store manager to be more emotionally moving than when an entire tribe got wiped out by their god

Lanolin doesn't add anything new. She's just annoying.

You know the character is unpleasant when you love kuuderes and assholes and even you don't want to be an apologist for them lol.

Apologies for the Half-Life talk - how people claim Lanolin is disrespected on the basis of gender reminds me of how Judith Mossman is actually sidelined and disrespected on the basis of her gender. Not only within fandom, but within certain parts of canon too.

Mossman is another strait-laced, uppity mom friend character. She, like Lanolin, has few quirks to speak of. The only thing we know about her background is that she lost a job to Gordon Freeman and likely resents him for it even 20 years later.

Few HL players actually like Mossman and care to examine their reasons for why. It's pretty much a reflex for most players to dislike her, often upon the very moment of meeting her for the first time.

While some of this dislike can be chalked up to Mossman deliberately emitting two-faced vibes, it can't all be attributed to just that. Otherwise you'd have people glibly writing "let's pop a cap in Breen's ass" fics as well. Her gender does factor in.

Mossman frequently rubs people the wrong way. If you pressed them on why, they'd probably say it's because she's duplicitous and hides her real emotions behind a fake smile (much like Lanolin's "plastic smile"), but here's where the double standards emerge. While Mossman occupies roughly the same roles as Barney Calhoun and Dr. Breen, neither Breen nor Barney are nearly as maligned as Judith. Which begs questions of why.

Dr. Breen is so two-faced that it's laughable, and he doesn't receive half as much disregard as she does. Probably the difference is that Breen is eloquent and someone you love to hate while you listen to him bluster on about nothing, so we give him a pass.

Honestly, I suspect that the likeliest explanation is that Mossman reminds people of an evil stepmother archetype. Some authority figure who spoils your fun through strict adherence to rules. That one teacher in childhood that used to piss you off by being so uptight. They're not really looking at her so much as whatever mental proxy she stands for.

It doesn't help that she's the "no fun allowed" guy, literally telling Alyx "the zero-point energy field manipulator is not a toy." And since we're inclined to befriend Alyx, we're inclined to dislike whoever she dislikes.

However, there's more to Mossman than simply being an austere traitor who sugarcoats her words. She shows glimpses of vulnerability, of reconciliation with Alyx, and once she stands up to Breen, she's on our side for good.

There's a lot of potential for depth and complexity with her character and her motivations, which makes it unfortunate that fandom seems more interested in writing 10K-word angsty Barney Calhoun character studies instead. Especially since Barney was created just to be some rando.

Coupled with the way Marc Laidlaw practically forced Alyx to stuff her in the fridge in Epistle 3, these are all reasons why I am the biggest Mossman apologist ever. Normally I would be in the camp that's not too hot on her, but her treatment makes me protective in a way that's simply not present in my feelings on Lanolin.

You mean to tell me we're given the choice to mercy-kill Breen, motherfucking Breen, but Alyx lugs a tortured Mossman around, blames her for Eli's death, and unceremoniously pops one between her eyes once she's outlived her usefulness? Nah, Marc, you're too drunk to drive. Give me your keys.

...Anyway. My point is that you can have negative Nancies, but they need to not be so goddamn dour all the time. Unlike Lanolin, you can see bits and pieces of Judith's humanity peek through the hardened crust of insensitive character writing. That alone makes it worth suffering through the fridging and undercooked portrayals.

Lanolin, on the other hand, doesn't really give us any glimpses, if at all, of a personality to offset her unpleasant demeanor. Assholes aren't assholes 24/7, but it's like every time you see her on the page, she's sneering for no real reason.