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pandora-writes-one-piece · 2 months ago

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Forever

@loose1cannon Thank you so much for your request! I was so hyped with the Ace one, but I need to apologise because my angsty wired brain might have made a poo-poo. I'm so sorry if it's too sad! 😫 I promise that the other part of your request will be happy, okay?? I hope you still enjoy it! ❤️

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Forever

Word Count: 1270

Tags: fem!reader; angst, so much angst; NSFW; feelings; hurt; sorrow; grief; spoilers for what happens at Marineford; slightly NSFW

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: It has been a year since Marineford and you still can't cope with the loss.

Tag List: @rosidaze @beachaddict48 @armiliadawn @jintaka-hane @sprinkklz @baby5555 @hopelesslover06 @mars-mizuko @sleepykittycx @nerium-lil (guys if you only want to be tagged for specific characters, please send me a message! I don't want to bother you with excessive tagging!!🙏)

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Rain poured down from the skies mirroring your inner turmoil exactly. The steady downpour cast a sort of halo over your figure. It felt like a shroud. The site was eerily quiet aside from the sounds of the heavy drops crashing against the stone graves.

And for the thrumming of your heart.

An unsteady rhythm beating out of sync, skipping a beat now and then, as if it were missing something to make it whole. And it was.

Ace.

One year had passed since he left you, or since you lost him. Honestly, it felt like the world itself had lost him, since he belonged to everyone. He was life itself. And without him, there was only demise.

“Did you miss me, baby?” His tongue swiped against yours in desperation while his scalding hands roamed your clothed body. “I missed you so much. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. All day, every day.”

Ace was always so eager for you that his touch singed your clothes, leaving small burn marks on the hem of your shirts or on your jeans. It used to piss you off. You’d scold him saying you didn’t have berries lying around just to buy new clothes and that he should be more careful. He laughed it off, or kissed it off, murmuring that he could buy or steal all the clothes you wanted, or better yet, you could just walk naked.

A sob clawed its way up your throat and scratched it, yearning to get out, needing to be free, but you clamped it down and pushed it back into your insides to fester and rot like all the other feelings of grief, sorrow and despair.

No more crying. No more sadness. Ace wouldn’t want that. Ace loved your laugh.

“Laugh for me, Sunbeam!” You were both lying on his bed, sheets tangled on naked limbs and sweaty bodies, heaving from exhaustion and pleasure.

“No. I’m mad at you.” But you weren’t, you were just downcast.

“It’s just a month. I’ll be back before you know it.”

No, no. You can’t go there, this one is too painful. If only you insisted, if only you had pushed further. He wouldn’t have gone after Blackbeard and he would still be here with you.

Your knees hit the muddied floor with a soft thud as your hands clutched your chest. Slim fingers crumpled the drenched fabric as your breath left your lips in shallow, ragged heaves. “You weren’t supposed to leave me, Ace! Not like this!”

Your arms circled your torso in the only hug you allowed yourself these days: your own. It was nowhere near enough, but then again, there would never be another hug like Ace’s.

It was crushing, bone-breaking, suffocating. It was home.

“Ace!”

“I’m back, baby. Missed me, Sunbeam?” With a little jump you were straddling his lap, legs wrapped securely around his waist as his hands rested on your ass. Your mouth devoured him while your fingers tangled in his unkempt greasy hair. “I guess that’s a yes.”

That smirk. Those freckles. The mischievous glint in his eyes.

Gone. All gone. Buried in front of you, six feet under and beneath layers of cold, unforgiving dirt.

Alongside your heart.

You tried to stifle your moans against the pillow, but he would have none of that. Stopping that sinful lapping of his tongue and removing his fingers from inside you, he lifted himself onto his knees and threw the pillow to the other side of the cabin. “I want to hear you scream my name.”

“Ace!” You whisper with a groan of frustration. You were just about to unravel when he left you feeling empty.

“Yes, sweetheart, just like that.” He aligned his leaking tip with your wet entrance and teased, pulling a little mewl from your lips. “But way louder.”

And you did what he told you to.

Was that the last time?

There’s no stopping the tears. You tried, you really did. But they were relentless. You have a million memories from the past and a million and one memories of Ace. You can’t afford to lose any of them.

"God, Ace, why?” The clenching in your chest expands and swells, taking up all the space inside. Filling you like a balloon and you feel ready to pop. How are you supposed to survive without him? One year was already hell, how can you survive another one?

And another one…

“Smile, Sunbeam!”

“You’re shining, love!”

“Ah, that laugh right there, I could die a happy man.”

“You make me feel worthy.”

“I can’t live without you, baby.”

“Don’t ever leave me. I wouldn’t make it.”

You didn’t leave him. You kept your promise. He was the one who left. And now how are you supposed to move on with your life as if what made you live wasn’t ripped apart from you? How is a sunbeam supposed to shine when there is no reflective surface?

How can you be light, when all you feel is darkness?

“Ace… This was never supposed to be easy, but I didn’t expect it to break me…"

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you.”

“You’re my life.”

“My happy, little Sunbeam.”

“My love.”

Getting up on wobbly legs you took another two steps forward. Your tears mixed with the rain, salt and water. Pain and grief. Hurt and sorrow. Reaching with trembling, frail fingers, you grabbed the remnants of Ace’s hat. It was torn and tattered, the beads were barely hanging on, but it was still there.

A desperate wail left your lips as you fell back down, your legs no longer supporting the weight of your misery. This time, you let the sobs climb all the way out. And you cried as you had never cried before. Sobs, hiccups and ragged breaths mingled with the sound of approaching thunder.

But none of that compared to the tempest inside. It roared, raged and crashed, drowning you in its violence, dragging you to the pits of sorrow and darkness and you had no idea how to climb out of there anymore. Not without him.

But then there was a sudden calmness. A break amidst the most violent of storms and then the echo of a whisper, soft and unmistakable.

“You’ll be okay, Sunbeam.”

Ace’s voice. A gentle murmur in your soul. Perhaps a conjured thought your troubled mind had made up, but you’d take it.

You clutched his worn-out hat against your chest, wishing there was still a lingering scent of him anywhere, but he had disappeared so long ago. The rain slowed down and was now just a gentle pitter-patter against the leaves and the graves.

A sunbeam peeked from behind a dark cloud and landed on your lap, near Ace’s hat and for the first time in a year you felt a sliver of hope on the horizon. You didn’t have Ace anymore, but your love for him would never fade or wane.

Your memories together would still be a part of you.

You would carry him inside you and remember him in those missing, uneven beats of your heart.

Maybe… just maybe, that would be enough to carry you through.

“I’ll be okay, love.” You forced a laugh. A bright smile like the ones he used to love. “For you, Ace. I’ll fight for you.”

The sunbeam on your lap flickered, faded behind a cloud and reappeared on Ace’s grave. Hope filled you and took back some of the space that grief and sorrow had claimed as territory. You’d learn to shine again, someday…

For him.

For Ace.

For your love.

#one piece #one piece x reader #x reader #op #ace x reader #ace x you #portgas d ace x reader #portgas ace x reader #portgas d ace #reader insert #Spotify

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acexliety · 10 days ago

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The Haunted Manor

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Gender Neutral writing

English is not my first language, I'm sorry if I made any errors

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Warnings: none Summary: Bakugo's not scared of no ghost

The old manor loomed before you, darkened windows like hollow eyes staring down at your group as you all approached the entrance. The Halloween night was perfect for a little spook hunt, or at least that’s what Mina and Kirishima had been saying all week as they hyped up this supposedly haunted house on the outskirts of town. Now, standing on the creaky porch, you weren’t so sure this was a good idea. Kaminari shivered beside you, holding his phone up to light the way, and you glanced around at your friends to catch their equally uncertain expressions.

“Well,” Kirishima said, giving a loud clap that made everyone jump. “We’ve come all this way. Time to see if this place is really haunted, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bakugo muttered, hands shoved in his pockets, trying to look unimpressed even as his gaze swept over the cracked, dusty windows. “Probably just a run-down house with bad plumbing.”

The moment you all stepped inside, though, the air grew heavy. The door creaked shut behind you, and a hush fell over the group as you took in the musty, dimly lit foyer, its peeling wallpaper and heavy, dusty furniture giving it an eerie stillness. Todoroki held up a flashlight, casting long shadows across the hall, while Jirou and Sero tried to stifle their laughter, obviously trying to keep it together.

“Hey,” Mina whispered, elbowing you and Bakugo. “First one to get scared loses.”

“Fine by me. I’m not scared of anything,” Bakugo huffed, glancing at you with a challenging look. “You?”

“I’m good,” you replied, trying to match his tone despite the chill crawling down your spine.

You didn’t miss the way Bakugo subtly inched closer, his hand brushing against yours briefly before he cleared his throat and shoved his hands back in his pockets, though he stayed at your side.

As you explored deeper, eerie sounds began to echo through the house—a creak here, a faint whisper there. Kaminari jumped at every noise, practically clinging to Kirishima, who tried to put on a brave face despite his own wide-eyed stare.

“Did anyone else just hear that?” Izuku’s voice broke the silence, his eyes darting toward a dark hallway. You all listened intently, but there was only silence.

“See? Nothi—” Bakugo started, but a loud thump from the floor above made everyone jump.

“Okay, who did that?” Kaminari yelped, looking around. The group fell silent, realizing that no one had been upstairs.

“Alright, this is getting weird,” Sero mumbled, inching back.

You all crept forward, trying to keep as quiet as possible, though the occasional creak of the floor made it impossible to avoid startling each other. Just as you reached the base of a grand, dusty staircase, a sudden, hollow groan filled the air. Everyone froze.

"Was that… a door opening?" Jirou whispered, her hand hovering over her earjacks.

Bakugo moved closer to you, gripping your arm and gently nudging you behind him as he scanned the shadows. "Tch, probably just the wind. Or a rat. Or—"

Another loud bang cut him off, and the chandelier above rattled, swaying ominously. You grabbed onto Bakugo’s jacket, and he quickly pulled you close, his arm coming protectively around you as he narrowed his eyes at the shadows.

“Stay close,” he whispered, his voice gruff, but you noticed the way he held you tightly, as if he didn’t trust whatever was lurking in the manor.

Mina turned to the group, trying to laugh it off. “This… this has to be a prank, right?”

“Are you sure you didn’t bring anything with you, Kaminari?” Sero asked, though his voice was tinged with genuine worry.

“Dude, I don’t play with ghosts! That’s too creepy!” Kaminari squeaked.

Suddenly, the door leading to the basement creaked open on its own, the rusty hinges groaning like a scream. Everyone backed away, but Bakugo kept his arm around you, his gaze trained on the now-open doorway. Faint, echoing footsteps could be heard from somewhere deep in the house.

Todoroki pointed his flashlight toward the stairs, his face impassive but his shoulders tense. “Is… anyone else feeling cold?”

As if on cue, an icy breeze brushed past, flickering the dim light and making the shadows stretch even longer. Everyone was silent, barely daring to breathe, and in that moment, Bakugo instinctively pulled you even closer, his eyes darting around as if daring whatever was haunting the house to show itself.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, feeling a strange flutter in your chest.

“Making sure you don’t go running off in a panic, obviously,” he muttered, his cheeks a faint shade of pink despite the darkness.

“Me?” You arched an eyebrow, glancing down to see his hand gripping yours tightly. “Looks like you’re the one holding on for dear life.”

“Shut up,” he mumbled, but his hand stayed firmly in place.

Then, as if something had decided to play with your nerves even more, the radio Kaminari had tucked in his bag suddenly crackled to life, an eerie static filling the air. He fumbled with it, his hands shaking as he tried to turn it off, but the static only grew louder, and faint whispers could be heard beneath the noise.

"That's it. We’re out of here," Jirou said, grabbing Kaminari and pulling him toward the door, but it wouldn’t budge. “Are you kidding me? Did someone lock this from the outside?”

A chill ran through the group, and suddenly, every piece of furniture in the room creaked and shifted, as if something invisible was moving it all at once. You could barely believe it, and judging by the stunned silence from your friends, they were equally freaked out. Sero let out a nervous laugh that quickly faded.

"Alright, who’s playing with us?" Kirishima called out, his voice a little less steady than before.

Then, a loud bang came from the kitchen, and a chair slid across the room by itself. You shrieked, clutching onto Bakugo, who had moved in front of you, his glare fierce.

“Alright, I don’t know what kind of trick this is,” Bakugo said, his voice loud enough to echo. “But I’m not scared of a stupid ghost!”

In that moment, you felt a surge of bravery and nudged him. “You sound pretty scared.”

“Yeah? Then why are you glued to my side, huh?” he shot back, his cheeks still faintly red. Despite his attempt to sound tough, he kept his grip on you.

Eventually, after a few more attempts, the group managed to shove the door open, and you all practically fell out onto the front lawn, everyone laughing and shaking as you caught your breath.

Bakugo muttered under his breath, still not letting go of your hand. “What a waste of time. Told you all it was probably just creaky floors and rats.”

But even as he complained, he didn’t let go of your hand until you reached the sidewalk. Finally, with a huff, he let go, running a hand through his hair. You caught his eye, and he smirked, a faint softness in his gaze.

“You handled that pretty well,” you teased.

“You’re the one who clung to me the whole time!” he retorted, though his smile gave him away.

⭑.ᐟ

Thank you for reading !!

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years ago

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Pairings: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, smut, NSFW, and vaginal sex!

A/N: Idk what this is, but I came up with it last night, so here you go. I miss posting (I’m working on stuff, though), and I figured I’d just go with the flow of this mini drabble idea. Love y’all! ❤️

Eddie sneaking into your window at night, because he’s woken up and he can’t stop squirming, needing to have you now. He usually opts for knocking or using the spare key you’d given him, but he kind of lost it in the mess that is his room (it’s buried under campaign idea sheets), and it’s late. His van is loud as it cruises down your street and finds your residence, his cock already aching in his black sweats. He’s fucking freezing, the only thing keeping him warm beside his sweats is a cut off white crop top with a faded Marlboro label (a shirt of Wayne’s he was given and made his own), his boots are halfway on and unlaced, making him nearly trip as he hobbles to your bedroom window and does his expert lock picking thing. It’s comical to try and clamber through a window with a raging boner.

He hisses when he successfully gains entry, latching the window behind him, then kicking off his boots to warm his toes in the comfort of your rug. Your form is curled around your pillow, your breathing even and steady. You look so fucking soft, so ripe. Eddie wants more than a taste. He slips easily out of his sweats and his shirt, boxers halfway down his hips, too painful to get off.

Eddie’s ring clad hand slides up and down your quilt covered side, sheets rustling as you slowly turn, his voice immediately easing your worried confusion. Those plush lips that taste like fresh cigarettes and cinnamon find your temple, kissing just lightly. “Mhm…? Eddie?” It’s a stifled whimper, an appreciative yawn. “What time s’ it?” You mumble.

With every letter you speak, Eddie is that much closer to losing it, the ache twisting in his gut. He’s beyond desperate, already peeling your layered blankets back and climbing in behind you, rolling his hips into your backside, cold hands finding hovering purchase on your tits beneath your shirt. Still the gentleman, he’s questioning you. “Can I? Need you so fucking bad, sweetheart. Drove over here in the sleet and rain just to have my girl and my sweet little pussy.”

Beyond the cove of your slowly awakening mind, arousal throbs between your thighs, making you arch into Eddie’s hands, whimpering when the wind soaked digits cool against your hot skin. A series of curses die in your throat, a gasp the only thing that escapes. Eddie’s hands pinch your nipples, tugging them into hardened peaks, continuing to rut into you, his boxers damn near sliding off his hips.

“Oh, fuck. You came all this way in shit weather just to do this?” You always sell yourself short, according to Eddie. Aside from the best lover you’ve had, he’s also your hype man/boyfriend.

You can practically feel his frown, his movements briefly halting, lips readying a kiss for your neck. When he speaks, it’s a warm gust of air on your ear, causing you to push your tits further into his palms. “Do what? Do—“ He dips his pelvis and drags his hard dick directly over your ass, making sure you really feel all of him through your sleep pants, before continuing. — “this?”

“Fuck. Help me get my pants and panties off, please.” You’re salivating, feeding off his energy, cock drunk and desperate now too.

Eddie has his boxers down over his ass and your pajama bottoms, complete with your soaked panties— off in seconds flat. His voice is still so raspy, wind bitten, his fingers finding your jaw as one hand leaves your shirt, tilting your mouth to his for a kiss. You help him maneuver your legs together, yours stretched back over his, the hair tickling the backs of your knees. His smell is surrounding you, fresh from his nightly shower, aftershave present, rainwater, and cigarettes from his crumbled pack. He’s breaking away to question you, blown pupils shaving off any remaining color in his irises. “Condom?”

You shake your head, forgoing the box you’d kept in your drawer. “Not tonight.”

Eddie slides inside you with ease, smacking your ass, grateful there’s a silhouette of a snowy sky and nearby street lamps framing your entire set of activities. He’s nosing into your neck, commenting on your request. “This your way of asking me to cum inside you, sweetheart?”

“I want it so fucking bad, Eds. Show me why you woke me up, baby.”

You wouldn’t care if it was sex or not. With how much you love Eddie, he could barge in later than this to show you a potato chip he’d taken a bite out of and you wouldn’t give two fucks, but you would admire, because he’s Eddie. And he’s all yours.

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jaidens · 1 year ago

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Ladies And Gentlemen, Will You Please Stand? With Every Guitar String Scar On My Hand Take This Magnetic Force Of A Man To Be My Lover

pairing [s] : spencer reid x reader

warning [s] : | marriage | why ain't he my husband yet?! | spencer is so lover | I just copied the basic rite of matrimony soo

a/n [s] : requests are open

Spencer is completely and half-heartedly nervous about the wedding day. His hands sweat and shake a week before, Derek ends up having to coach him on how to correctly act around you. He's worried about whether his knees lock on accident and he passes out on you, or if he sleeps in late on it and misses his own wedding. Spencer can't lie and say he hasn't read every single book on weddings, going back into the 1400s.

The best day of his life begins with his chosen groomsmen jumping on his bed and hyping him up early into the morning. Derek picks him up from his bed and basically throws him around. Spencer swears he's about to throw up every moment he gets ready. When he's in the shower, when he's getting his hair dried and professionally done, or whenever he's getting in his suit while his groomsmen are yelling and screaming about how stupid good he looks.

His mother and yours both sit down which alerts him to walk to the altar. Spencer's Mom is already on the verge of crying as he goes to the altar. It's covered with soft lace and flowers, everything you wanted. The entire venue is absolutely amazing and beautiful as he captures it in his mind. Eventually, his groomsmen walk down individually, as everyone stands. Derek walks down last a bit of a smile on his face and his hands together.

He pats Spencer on the shoulders, whispering in his ear to make sure to not lock his knees. He's absolutely worried, no matter how many things he knew about weddings. Your bridesmaids walk down the aisle next, clad in the beautiful colors you chose. Spencer thought about all of the mixing of colors and your eye for them was one of the things he loved. Derek is mumbling something behind him to Aaron, talking about how nice the venue had been. He smiled knowing that he had multiple people to help him in anything behind him.

Spencer is attempting to not let his nerves take over his head. He's twisting his neck to see things behind him, next to him, and the people that were invited and their plus ones. He takes the small handkerchief he was given to wipe the tears that start in the corner of his eye. All he's thinking about is you. The dress you might have chosen or the smile that you'll be wearing, and he swears it's everything he's lived for. He also thinks about this: what if he never chose to join the BAU? What if he went to a different part, ending up never meeting you?

Soon, he hears it, the Wedding March fills the sound of the outside. You wanted to have a string quartet, and so that's what he gave, and he was absolutely glad you chose it. The soft noises of violins, cello, and violas are playing in March. His back is turned to the preacher that stands there, asking him if he's ready. “I’m ready for her.”

As soon as he sees your father appear from the corner, he's covering his mouth and stifling his gentle sobs. Everything seems incredibly perfect. He's looking away in the hopes he won't start sobbing. Derek taps his shoulder and there you are, practically floating down the aisle with a soft veil covering your face. He has to cover his eyes and try not to lose himself when he sees you.

He's in love, in love with his best friend of fourteen years and his girlfriend and fiancee of seven. You have the biggest smile he's ever seen on your face as your father hugs you and walks away to his seat next to your mother and his. Everytime he looks up, he cries even more, You float further up to the altar and now you're right next to him, and holding your hands out.

“You look absolutely gorgeous.” Spencer whispers softly in your ear and you look up at him. “This is so amazing, and you look so handsome.” The moment is something he will remember for as long as he lives, seeing your eyes look into his and all he feels is love. Spencer never felt a love like yours, and the connection your souls had intertwined together. When you first started dating, he told you he had your names etched in hid heart and in the stars, and how nothing could possibly change his feelings.

The preacher begins the rite of matrimony. Spencer grabs your right hand and holds it in his hand. “I, Spencer, take you, to be my wife. I promise to be faithful to you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love you and to honor you all the days of my life.” As soon as he finishes, he's covering his mouth and trying to pull himself together. You copy him, saying the same thing as him.

The ring holder hands you Spencer's ring and you slide it onto his ring finger. Spencer does the same and kisses your knuckles against his lips. He savours this moment and the intimacy he feels just by looking at you. He stares at the wedding ring and he realizes it's his mother's and he completely loses it. “Is that my Mom's ring?” He asks gently through soft sobs. You nod at him and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Do you take Y/N to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?” The officiant speaks, looking into Spencer's eyes. “I do.”

You do yours and you say a soft, “I do.” The priest announces to you husband and wife. Spencer is instructed to pull the veil behind your head and he looks at your face. Your eyes are glossy and rimmed with tears and your smile almost false apart as you try and hold yourself together for him (and partly the wedding photographer.)

As soon as he hears the word kiss, he drops his hand on your lower back, and kisses you. Spencer pulls your leg up so it sits against his hip, and one of his hands stays on your thigh. No matter how many times he's kissed you before, he still begins to get breathless and his cheeks will heat up embarrassingly. He hears your guests clapping before you pull away. In under a second, you rush back into his lips.

—

Spencer remembers the day like yesterday as he holds you in his arms. He's weaker and frail than he was 47 years ago, but the same gleam in your eye and strong smile that takes over his heart. You're watching the television and laughing softly at whatever’s playing, but all he does is stare at you and the wedding pictures that are around the walls. He stared at the grandchildren that are drawing in the kitchen, and it reminds him of everything he had years ago.

#spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid criminal minds #husband!spencer reid #spencer reid x wife!reader

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tonystarksproperty · 5 months ago

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ꜱᴍᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘꜱ | ʀ.ʀᴇɪɢɴꜱ & ꜱ.ʙᴀɴᴋꜱ

its 5am sigh..

my friend irl who wants to stay anon wanted me to write smut for these 2. at first i didnt see the hype but after some research, these two own my heart

lmk if this is my calling to write for wrestling

update authors note: IM SORRY IF THE READER IS SASSY, MY FRIEND DIDNT WANT THE READER TO BE BORING YKKKK SDDKJFBKFJ

poc female reader

grab a snack girlies cuz this is kinda long

warnings: 18+ content, sexual tension, fingering, teasing, you being a bad bitch, sasha & roman being annoying, but they're heels so its okay, plus theres fluff, little bit of angst, cursing, wrestling violence. threesome, face-sitting, cunnilingus, aftercare, dom/sub, flirting(?), f/f/m.

*takes place in 2020-2021*

After Survivor Series in 2019, a whole bunch of upcoming superstars debuted on the main roster, you being one of them. You developed such a name and fanbase for yourself, especially after your triple threat match at NXT Takeover. Ever since you were young, you admired wrestling and now you finally had the spotlight you deserved.

You and a few more friends from NXT got drafted to Smackdown, at first you were a bit intimidated, especially after such an epic return from Roman Reigns at Summer Slam 2020 or a crazy betrayal from Sasha Banks to Bayley. But after a year and a half on the main roster, you were finally getting used to it.

You exited Vince McMahon's office and continue to stroll backstage of the WWE Thunderdome. You had just found out that you have a match tonight. A #1 contender's match for the WWE Womens Smackdown Championship against Bianca Belair. You were scheduled to lose. It was rough, you haven't had an opportunity for a title in forever, but business is business. You strolled around the corner and accidentally bumped into someone who seem to be heading for McMahon's office. "Crap, my bad." you apologized before looking up and actually shitting in your pants.

Roman Reigns. Roman Fucking Reigns. And He looked mad pissed. "Shit." you accidentally cursed out loud, meaning to just say that in your head. "You better watch where the hell you're going or there won't be a next time for you in this place." he threatened maliciously. You scrunched your face in anger. Who did he think he was? Paul was to his side, making the most cringiest face you've ever seen. It was hard not to stifle a laugh. However, you scoffed at his threat. "You can't do anything, man. You may be Vince's favorite but that doesn't mean everyone respects you around here. Just ask Kevin Owens." You spat back with a smirk before purposely bumping into Paul then walking the hell away.

You heard Paul grunt when you made contact with him and had the most shocked face ever. "That newbie is getting too comfortable around here." Paul spoke to his tribal chief who was clearly impressed by your remark. "Wiseman." Roman spoke in such a rough tone that caused the stubby man to stand in attention. "Yes, my tribal chief." Paul stammered quickly. "Go get her." Roman said before departing to Vince's office with a small smirk tugging at the side of his plump lips.

You sped walked when you thought were out of sight. Your heart rate definitely increased as well as your blood pressure.

You just told off Roman Reigns.

You just told off ROMAN FUCKING REIGNS.

You opened the women's locker room and closed the door almost immediately. Sighing knowing you were now in a more comfortable atmosphere.

Until you weren't.

"You just always slam doors around here?!"

You sigh before turning your body fully to the woman you had issues with since you got here. Sasha Banks. Her arms were crossed as her right eyebrow rose in the most judgmental way possible. You had no idea what started your "beef", but you never entertained her, maybe that is what the problem is. You're here to wrestle and get your money and not to end her entire career. "Where are the others?" you asked, taking note of the empty locker room and ignoring her stupid comment. "Don't ignore me, bitch! I'm the legit boss—" she said while moving her hands and popping her mouth.

Here she goes again. The wonderful "I'm the legit boss, I'm the Smackdown Women's Champion..." blah blah blah bullshit. "Imma just head to culinary." you interrupted her mid-speech that caused her to open her mouth in shock. "Oh nah, nah, nah, NO! I know you did not just interrupt me. The champ?" She said while getting in your face. She has never done that before. "Oh, my fucking— Bitch, I don't give a fuck what you are!" You yelled back, quickly matching her energy.

Unfortunately, she wasn't expecting you to actually clap back, you never did. "Fuck out my face." you pushed her before swiftly opening the door to the women's locker room and making your way down to culinary. Fuck that bitch, always has something to say when no one says anything. You opened the door and smiled at the sight of your co-workers. Some greeting you with hugs and others with a simple wave. You walked over to where the food was being dished out and grabbed a couple of fruit and some of your favorite cheat-day snacks and put it on a plate.

You noticed Bianca, Kevin, Sami, Nia and Shayna were all sitting at the same table. Bianca waved you over with a gleaming smile. You walked over and snagged a seat to the right of Bianca and left of Kevin. "Girl, did you hear the news about the match tonight?" she asked while taking a bite of her salad. You put on the best smile you could. "Absolutely, girl. Proud of you, you deserve it. Get that damn title f'me, m'kay?" You said while punching her shoulder lightly. "Of course, girl. It's about time that the EST become champ!" she says gleefully. You grinned at her funny expression.

You looked at Kevin who took a drink of his water. You and him were close friends back in NXT before he moved up to the main roster. "What about you? You gonna be the one to finally shut that bitch up for good?" you say while elbowing his side a bit that caused him to chuckle. "Aye! Not too much on my cousin, girl." Nia was quick to say while you flipped her off with a giggle as she did the same.

Right when Kevin was going to say something, a certain stubby man cut him off. "Only someone worthy will "shut" the tribal chief up for good. And I fear that Mr. Owens is not the suitable candidate." Paul says out of nowhere that caused everyone to look at him stank.

He was quick to notice the atmosphere before bending down to your ear. "The Tribal Chief would like to speak with you." he whispered while you looked over at him judgmentally. "Tell him, fuck no." you whispered back while batting your eyelashes at the older man. His eyes widen in a way that almost caused you to laugh. "You're monstrous!" Paul yelled while quickly waddling away.

The group at the table laughed at the short man antics. "Yeah, I get that a lot!" You yelled at him with a giggle before rolling your eyes. "Dang, (name). What does Roman have on you?" Sami asked, genuinely concerned. You just swung your hand as if you were slapping a fly at his comment. "Man, I don't know. Nia's family is crazy." You said while smirking over to Nia who was now rolling her eyes. "Not as crazy as your ex." She remarks slyly before bursting out laughing. You did as well. Nia and you both casted on Total Divas late before you moved back down to developmental for more training.

A bunch of cameramen came in and told everyone the show was starting. You tried your best to hide your disappointment because you wanted to be happy for Bianca, but all you could see was yourself winning the contenders match and finally shutting Sasha up for good, but Bianca always did have heavy hits. You and the ladies walked to the locker room to gear up for tonight's show.

You and Bianca would be closing the show as the main event. It was actually great; it's been a while since women main evented shows on Smackdown ever since Bayley's and Sasha's feud. The main events were just the Bloodline vs Kevin Owens. Not like it really bothered you, it was a pretty good storyline. Now all decked out, you were ready to perform. You and Bianca were standing in the guerilla, waiting for your cues to go out.

You both did your signature handshake and wished each other luck as Vince went over specific rules that were targeted towards you.

Bianca was always sooo smooth and on point in the ring. You sometimes get a bit "passionate" according to Vince and get reckless, even injuring your opponent but you promised to be on your best behavior because Bianca needed to be in perfect health to fight Sasha.

"The following match is scheduled for one fall! It is the #1 contender match for the WWE Smackdown Women's Championship!"

The producers hit Bianca's music and gave her the cue to go out. She high fived you before walking smoothly out of the guerilla.

"Introducing first, From Knoxville, Tennessee: Biaaancaaa Belairrrr!"

"Bianca Belair, definitely an upcoming champion and has the title that everyone is talking about in her sights, what do you think, Corey?"

"Well, Cole. I definitely think that Bianca is one hundred and ten percent champion material, but we shouldn't count out her competition just yet. Everyone in the women's locker room has Bianca in their view as well as the championship, especially her opponent here tonight."

Looking over at the small screen that was held up in the guerilla, you see Bianca doing her signature dance while swinging her braid crazily. You giggled at her foolishness as she got into the ring.

The producers hit your music and gave your cue. Just when you about to walk out, you felt a sharp sting on your ass. You stumbled a bit then catching balance and ready to curse out the person who has no manners. You actually were shocked at the person. Sasha, grinning madly like the crazy person she was while giving you a small wave. You gave her back a scowl.

"(Name), you're on!" one of the producers said, regaining your attention. You sighed before making your way to the curtain. You turn back and looked over at a smirking Sasha. "I'll get you later." you mouthed. "We'll see." she mouthed back. You rolled your eyes before catching Roman walking into the guerilla and standing tall next to Sasha. They both were definitely burning holes through your head.

Creepy. You thought.

You walked out and did your signature entrance, trying to shake off the haters. Literally.

"And her opponent, from (hometown), (state). The Essence: (Wrestler Name)!"

"Now let's talk about the Essence, guys. (Wrestler name) has always proven to be one of the best WWE Superstars throughout her entire WWE career with her dedication and creative moves."

"I know that's right, Cole! Go whoop her (BLEEP), (Wrestler Name)!"

"Pat, get off the table!"

"Something tells me Bianca isn't going to hold back on (Wrestler Name) because they're friends."

You were given a good pop; you were sure that's how the online viewers knew you were bound to lose.

Now that you and Bianca were in the ring. It was time for the timekeeper to ring the bell. You and Bianca shook hands before backing into specific corners of the ring, waiting for the bell. The ring-announcer stepped down from the ring and towards the steps.

You and Bianca both looked confused because the bell never rung. Instead, a familiar entrance came onto the speakers and captivated the whole arena into cheers and some boos. You rolled your eyes as Sasha did her beat drop dance and strutted towards the ring.

You could just tell this was her idea that Vince approved on since absolutely no one told you or Bianca.

"I guess we have some company tonight. Making her way down the ramp towards the commentary table is the Smackdown's Women's Champion herself: Sasha Banks!"

"Smart move from the champ. Scouting out the competition, calculating the impressive moves and skills of these two ladies who can be qualified to win a title shot."

The bell rung. Bianca ran at you with full speed; you were dazed by Sasha strutting to the commentary table that your got slammed into the turnbuckle. You held your head, collecting your vision as Bianca hoisted you up, preparing for a vertical suplex. You jumped off and hit her with a knee jab.

"Sasha, welcome! Any thoughts on these two ladies who are competing for a title shot at your championship?"

"You know, Cole. These two don't scare me. Whether it's Bianca or (Wrestler Name), no one can beat the legit boss."

"I got to ask, Sasha. You posted a tweet out, targeting (Wrestler Name) on Twitter, and I quote "Don't be mad that you're not the one." Can you elaborate on that?"

"Now, I'm not sure if you heard, Cole, but (Wrestler Name) been coming for the boss ever since her debut. I don't even know what I did but no matter what I always finish it."

You had Bianca in the head lock as you both leaned towards the ropes that was the closest to the commentary table, you overheard what she said, getting pissed and distracted quickly. Bianca took the opportunity and pushed you to the ropes across and slammed into you and went for the pin that you quickly kicked out of.

You see Bianca slam onto the mat in anger while you were still stunned. You were letting yourself get distracted by Sasha that you totally forgot about the match. Even if you were destined to lose, you definitely should've been on your game. You quickly stood back to your feet and hit Bianca with a back to back clotheslines, leaping to the rope and performing a perfect neck breaker.

"Look at the Essence showing some dominance in this matchup!"

You looked over at Sasha and walked over to the ropes near commentary and pointed at her title. "Your title is mine!" you screamed while setting up for your finisher. Little did you know, Sasha got up from commentary and grabbed your ankle from the apron, slamming you down face first onto the mat. It happened so fast; you couldn't even protect your face for the impact.

Fuck. That actually fucking hurt. You thought

"Looks like the Boss already knows who she wants to face."

You quickly got up and exchanged a screaming session with Sasha that you didn't see Bianca pull you into a roll up.

"Shoulders down! 1, 2, 3!"

"Looks like we know whose going after the title for sure."

"I call hacks! The essence was ready to end this matchup!"

You sat back in the middle of the mat as Bianca's music played throughout the arena. You furiously pulled yourself together before staring blankly at the champion who was smirking proudly. You needed to get the hell out of there before you really sock a bitch.

You rolled out of the ring and walked up the ramp to the guerilla to allow a quick segment between Sasha and Bianca to emerge.

You pulled the curtain to be greeted by Vince McMahon who looked very apologetic. "Why didn't you say something?! I could've atleast prepared myself." you asked while putting both hands on your hips to prevent you from hitting your boss. "Sasha thought it could add more to the storyline and it was a last-minute decision. But you killed it out there, kid! Keep it up!" he said while patting your shoulder then going back behind the one of the production screens. You rolled your eyes annoyingly before walking towards the women's locker room.

Of fucking course it was Sasha, convincing Vince it was a "storyline" that girl actually hated your guts. She never let you forget it. As you walked the halls, a handful of your coworkers congratulated you on an impressive match. Naomi says the storyline was very convincing, well if only she known. By the time you made it to the entrance of the locker room, Heyman was there with a sadistic smile. You approached him unfortunately. "Excuse me." you said somewhat politely, wanting to grab your things so you could leave for the night.

However, Paul just stood there, almost like a robot. "Paul, move. I need to grab my shit." you said again, clearly pissed off at the match you just had. He jumped slightly at your change of attitude before nodding his head no. "The tribal chief would like to see you, now." Paul spoke while adjusting his collar. You crossed your arms. "Oh, my fucking—fine! If gets you to stop fucking following me everywhere, shit!" you said while stomping towards the other side of the hall.

Since Roman was one of Vince's favorites and 'the' champ, he got his own exclusive locker room in the ThunderDome. Everyone knew where it was, since it was the biggest damn room in the dome. You stood in front of the door as Paul opened it, letting you in and quickly closing it. There he was. Sitting man-spread on one of the leather chairs staring up at the screen. On the screen displayed a replay about the terrible match you just had.

You cleared your throat. But he didn't acknowledge you. "Listen man, if you're going to give me the silent treatment, I can just take my ass out of here." you spat, clearly fed up with everyone and their antics today. His gaze traced over to you, and it sent chills down your spine. His piercing-like gaze was so intimidating to you, especially with those beautiful chocolate eyes. "Don't get mad at me because you loss your match." he said bluntly while staring back at the screen.

You rolled your eyes and turned towards the door until it opened, revealing Sasha. "Now what, bro?!" you screeched, you've had enough of her today. "You're so mad at a match you knew you weren't going to win. Unlike me, I always win." Sasha said while running her eyes down your body. It almost made you gag. "Alright, laugh it up for now. We both know that title is gonna be mine sooner than later." you countered, you were now the one smirking.

She scowled before trailing her eyes down your ring attire. "You stepped your ring game up, I see. Wasn't sure you could've pulled anything off since you're always hiding all the time." she smirked while tracing her fingernails over your left breast top that composed of your wrestler name. "You 'callin me sexy, champ?" you smirked, hoping to out-cringe her, but to your shock she just closed the distance and stepped closer, her face just centimeters away from yours. "And other things." she whispered while playing with your jawline.

You were actually getting flustered. How did this chick have such an effect on you? You backed up a bit. "Okay, girly. It's all fun and games until you start something you can't finish." You backed up a bit more, only for your back to run into a broad wall. "Oh, I definitely can't," Sasha admitted before smirking over at you seductively. You turn your head back to look up over at the Head of the Table himself. "But I can." Roman said, in a low, monotone voice that definitely made your thighs press together instinctively.

You turn your full body around to face him. Trying to gather words and comprehend what the fuck was going on? These two had to be joking, it must be national fuck around with (name) day or something. "Oh..." was all that you could murmur from your lips. This caused Sasha to giggle abruptly while Roman smirked at your sudden confusion. "That's all you have to say? 'Oh.' Maybe 'Yes, champs.' Come on, girly. Speak now or we could just pretend this never happened." Sasha said almost shamelessly while dragging you to one of the couches while massaging your sore joints.

Fuck, she was making you choose.

Your lip quivered as your struggled to get words out. You were forced to leaned back against the leather couch as Sasha soon began kissing your neck roughly. "Fuucck..." you moaned out lowly, as her lips worked magic against you. "Shit, that was actually hot." she whispered against your skin while her lips lightly grazed over yours. You were so focused on Sasha, you didn't notice Roman kneeling down before you, his colossal yet calloused hands gripping your knees, forcing you to present yourself.

His eyes pierce your soul as you gripped the leather beneath you. Struggling to find self-control in this situation. "Answer her." he commanded while taking a bite of your right inner thigh that caused you to tense up. "Uhm..yes..." you answered but your voice was barley a whisper from the embarrassment. "Yes who?" Sasha murmured against your earlobe before harshly sucking your sweet spot.

You lips closed again; it was so degrading. To submit to them. But your mind wondered intrudingly of the wonders of what the night would be like if you did submit to them. It took another bite on your other inner thigh by Roman to get you back to your senses. "Time is ticking. Look at him, you're making him wait." Sasha began yet again, moving your foot to Roman's apparent boner, pushing pressure down on it. Fuck, he's big, but those pants really needed to come off. He grunted a bit and glared at Sasha in slight annoyance.

You wondered if they ever hooked up.

You moved your head and averted your gaze away from them, this was actually embarrassing for you but so normal for them. "Yes, champs." you muttered before hiding your face on the cold leather of the couch. "Man...all that buildup is so dramatic." Sasha says while rolling her eyes while Roman unties your ring boots. You were now the one glaring at her. She smirked before grasping the back of your head, entrancing her fingers within your scalp and pulled you into a very long yet rough kiss. By the time Roman was done with your ring boots, he took off your socks while planting loving kisses down your calves to the brink of your ankles, soon to your polished toenails.

You shivered from his contact as you continued to fight Sasha for dominance, but she had already gotten the upper hand. She finally took her mouth off of yours before smirking with traces of your saliva on the side of her mouth. "Looks like I win." she states while wiping her mouth. "Everything is a competition with you...." you muttered while turning your attention to Roman who was surprisingly being gentle with you. You reached down to touch his beautiful locks, but his eyes shifted from your smooth legs up to you. You hesitated but something about his eyes gave you a look of assurance as you massaged his head.

You looked over at Sasha who just continuously stared. "I don't get it." you started as Roman began planting kisses on your other calve. "You two are assholes to me. What changed your minds?" you asked while removing your hand from Roman and returned to your lap. Sasha shrugged. "I don't know. Just to get your attention." she answered while pressing a kiss to your knuckle. "You can get my attention by being nice and not a dick, you know." you answered while taking your hand back with a rough demeanor. This caused Roman to laugh. "Where's the fun in that?" he asked while standing to his feet, towering over you and Sasha.

Sasha stood up right next to him with crossed arms. "What are yall 'thinkin...?" you asked hesitantly, almost intimidated by the glint in their eyes. They both exchanged glances before turning their attention back at you. Sasha pulled you to feet and soon switched your positions, so she was sitting. "Just give this a chance. Let the champs take care of you tonight." she implied while giving another smack to your ass that caused you to jump. "Stop doing that!" you barked as you turned to her. "She's right. Just for tonight." Roman repeated in your ear that sent chills down your spine.

Good chills.

You sighed while nodding slowly. Roman gently set you down in the middle of Sasha's legs as she spread on the material in front of you. "I usually do foreplay but tonight can be special." Sasha began as Roman began to remove your ring gear. "I doubt you even know what foreplay is, champ." you snickered before looking over at Roman. You were actually amazed on the gentleness the 'Tribal Chief: Head of the Table' was showing for you. When you became bare to them, Sasha couldn't help but lick her dry lips. "Put her on top of me, Roman. I know you're dying over there." Sasha says as Roman quickly set you on top of Sasha. "Shit, am I crushing you?" you asked, scared of hurting her. "Girl, I'm perfectly fine. I'd die happily behind this body." she says while gripping your jaw to face her and soon taking your lips back into hers as her hands explored your now naked body.

You noticed Roman itched closer, dangerously close to the valley of your legs that was covered with various love bites from him. He looked up at you in some sort of assurance that it was okay. You gave him a small nod since Sasha hadn't let go of your jaw. Your legs found themselves on his shoulders as Roman literally almost dragged you off of Sasha and let his tongue lick a stripe against your clit. You took Sasha out of your mouth as a loud moan slipped out. Roman gripped your hips and dragged you closer to his mouth as his tongue began ravishing you. "Fuck, Roman. Slow the fuck down!" you stammered in between moans, clearly not used to such intrusion. "I'm surprised he's not being more savage. Guess that means he likes you a lot." Sasha said her hands cupped your breast and began playing with your nipples.

You leaned your head back against Sasha's shoulder as she smirked over at your overwhelmed state. "Fuckk..." you moaned again, curling your toes as Roman's tongue felt soo damn good. Sasha hands soon went lower down your body and soon began rubbing your clit as Roman continued to eat you out. "Mpfhhhh..." you moaned while placing a fist over your mouth to hold your moans in. Nobody needed to know you guys were doing this. "You like this, huh? Letting the champs take care of you?" she teased, making you glare at her with a very annoyed side stare.

Your other hand instantly went over to Roman's head, in attempt to push him away as you approached your high. "If you don't...stop..." you merely spoke as you continuously let your champs have complete control of your body and its pleasure. "Looks like she's boutta blow, Rome." Sasha said she continued to swirl her fingers over your now overstimulated clit. After one long lick, Roman removed his mouth with a one sexy ass grin on his features. Right when were about to cum. "You guys...are no fun." you spoke breathlessly, almost pissed of not getting a long-awaited orgasm.

Sasha giggled before taking her fingers on a stripe across your pussy and bringing it her mouth. "Did you really think you were gonna cum without your champs?" she asked slyly while placing you off of her and began removing her clothes. You rolled her eyes at her comment before yet again turning your attention to Roman who went over to his bag and grabbed one singular condom.

You finally connected the dots. "You freaks planned this?!" you screeched while soon erupting in laughter. These horny 'champs' really needed a plan to seduce you? And did it by being assholes? "Laugh it up." Roman says while letting a small smile tug his lips. Sasha just rolled her eyes in embarrassment. You let Roman bring you to your knees in front of Sasha who was smirking like a jerk. "Heyyy." she teased while you were embracing her naked body.

How can someone be sexy as hell and annoying as hell? You thought

You heard a belt buckle behind you, now Roman was stripping. This caused both you and Sasha to be mesmerized by the beauty of this god-like Samoan. You just want to bite his muscles. "Jesus, your family genes are insane to me." she comments, taking in his built and muscular body. He just shrugged it off the best way he could, in reality, he was flushed that you both were attractive him.

He popped open the condom and put it on. "Ready for me, baby girl?" he asked spreading your legs wider. You inhaled sharply. You could feel him poking your thigh and fuck he feels huger than before. "I'm glad it's you and not me." she says while staring at his length in slight shock. "I'm going to be gentle." he says as he narrows his eyes at Sasha's bluntness. "No." you said that caused them both to look at you in shock. "I want it. I want you both to go nuts." you said bluntly. Your mind was truly clouded by built up lust. All that tension between these two definitely made you change your perspective on them. "Fuck, that was hot." she states while pulling your head down to her clit.

Roman didn't wait for you to react. He spread your folds and swiftly slammed himself into you harshly. He grunted and felt his body quivered from your tightness. "Fucckk, babygirl. You're tight as fuck.." he groans while thrusting into you as if you were the last fuck he'll ever have. You licked a stripe on her bare pussy before kissing her clit and sucked on her folds that coated with her slick. Sasha arched her back as she gripped your hair tightly. Roman's powerful thrusts literally pushed your body more against Sasha's.

You said you wanted them to be rough, not rough and fast.

He was quick to change his pace and sped up. The sound of both of your hips meeting was falling death within your ears as Sasha's toes curled from your tongue. "You're doing great, girly." she cooed, knowing it would make you speed your movements more. Everyone had a praise kink in some way. "Better than great." Roman added on that caused you to tighten your walls around his girth. This was a signal that you were ready to finally cum. "Not yet." he demands, you groaned in disappointment around Sasha's clit that's caused her to tighten her grip on your hair more. Roman noticed this and you earned a very harsh slap to your right asscheek. "Don't get bratty with me." he threatens.

You quickly fall in line. If this is how he is rough, you could imagine how he is brat taming, but that would be hot as hell. "Shit, I'm close." Sasha says while letting her moans come out her mouth shamelessly. You were actually glad your moans were silent, no one had to know you were here. Roman's brutal pace sped up too damn quickly, you swore he ripped something from within you. "Shit, cum. Cum right fucking now." he commanded. And so, you did. Sasha spasmed all her juices onto your tongue as Roman fixed your arch as he let himself spill into the condom.

You sighed before removing your mouth from Sasha's pussy. You looked drained; they really did a number on you. Roman pulled out and literally fell back on the floor and laid there for a good minute. Sasha looked back down at you a small smirk. Your face was coated with her essence and your salvia mixed together. She grabbed her shirt and wiped your face with it. "What now?" she asked, looking down at the man who was calming down from his high. He shrugged before fixing his hair. "How about a round two? At his hotel." you suggested that caused them both to look at you in shock again. "This time, I lead." you stated firmly, this caused Sasha to shake in excitement, she loved your dominant nature.

She nodded. "Sounds great to me." she agreed. You both looked over at the man who looked like he was gonna fall asleep. "Just give me five minutes." he said and soon fell into slumber. "Damn, I fucked him up." you said while looking over at a grinning Sasha. "Probably the best pussy he ever had." she said while dapping you up before pulling you up next to her as your sweaty bodies cuddled against each other.

This would be a long night.

credz to @/tonystarkproperty

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yuriskies · 6 months ago

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Fishing Yuri vs Reproductive Fascism

Issui Ogawa's Twinstar Cyclone Runaway novel series caught my attention the moment I learned about it. A gay marriage allegory in a weird sci-fi setting? Sign me right the fuck up. I've always found explicitly political sci-fi interesting, and well, Ogawa is not exactly a small name in Japanese sci-fi. However, a Japanese hard sci-fi novel is not going to have an easy time finding a good translation to English, much less a fanbase. So I was really excited to see that it was getting a manga adaptation, and from what it has adapted so far (~half of the first of three novels in an ongoing series), it's really living up to my feeling of hype.

There is a general setting summary after the break, and then a section where I talk a bit about the most recent chapter (8), and how it really makes a cogent argument extractive economic systems are reinforced by patriarchal norms.

The plot centers around Terra Intercontinental Endeavor, a woman who has inherited her family's fishing boat. The fishing boat requires two people to operate, a job which is performed by straight couples as a form of marriage contract. The use of married couples is understandable, given that the fishing boat transformable rocket plane that descends from orbit to operate in the skies of a gas giant, an operating environment which requires almost preternatural communication skills between the pilot and the person transforming the ship. The fish that swim around in the gas giant's skies are special: they're made of a kind of clay that can be molded by thought. The catch forms the backbone of the planetary economy; otherwise, the planetary system is so resource-starved that humanity cannot sustain itself without something to offer through galactic trade networks. Terra is highly gifted at producing complex transformations of the ship, but cannot communicate well with the male pilots she is interviewing for marriage. Part of this is because her way of describing things is a little kooky, but the majority is because the patriarchal culture she lives in has produced a lot of condescending, sexist guys who Obviously Know Better.

Fresh off a round of failed marriage interviews, Terra is desperate to find anyone who can pilot the boat. In steps a mysterious girl named Diode, who proves herself to be an exceptionally talented pilot whose skills mesh well with Terra's. So far, the story has alternated between Terra's experiences within the stifling cultural life of her home, and the moments of dizzying freedom and connection that Terra and Diode find when they're out fishing.

(Spoilers from here on out, so stop here if you would prefer to read more on your own. )

As far as the broader world of Twinstar Cyclone Runaway is concerned, the first seven manga chapters have largely focused on how badly Terra fits in with the surrounding culture. She has a reputation around the port, mostly as a person who creates absurdly complicated fishing gear and makes up weird stories. Her aunt and uncle both want to see her happily married so she can fulfill her dream of fishing, but tend to push their preferences onto her. She works as a video distributor in the clan's dilapidated cultural archives, and appears to be one of the few people interested in the world of her clan's space station. In part, this is due to the conservatism of the culture - most people are strictly utilitarian and seem happy to accept the world as it is. There's also sexism. Woo boy is there sexism.

The first few chapters alternate between life on the station, where Terra is exposed to a constant stream of sexism. The chapters dealing with station culture are almost an exercise in masochism, but provided the set dressing for a chapter which does a really decent job at describing the organizing thought processes behind anti-LGBTQ lawmaking. In it, Terra and Diode's activities have drawn the attention of the authorities, who are none too happy that they're fishing together (and effectively presenting themselves as common law wives in the process).

They're both summoned to the clan council, where the clan chief immediately begins lecturing Terra (and belittling her with backhanded complements) before ordering her to surrender her family's fishing boat to someone else. During his lecture, he highlights the 'freedom' enjoyed by their clan compared to the even more stifling culture of the clan Diode hails from. He attributes that freedom to the strong sense of "culture and tradition" of the clan, and the work of those with "superior bloodlines" who support and perpetuate it by passing that sense of identity on to the next generation while countering the clan's slowly shrinking population. Under this logic, allowing Terra to participate in a same-sex marriage is considered tantamount to enabling a cultural collapse.

It is, from just about any perspective, a fascist perspective on gender roles. Women are valued not for their ability to contribute to the culture but for their service as reproductive cogs in the economic machine. Culture and tradition are interpreted as something transmitted through blood, not community. Terra's work in maintaining the cultural archives are viewed as useless make-work, as to the leadership, a woman who does not reproduce is preventing the transmission of culture. The stability and economic productivity of the clan is the organizing principle of society, highlighted by the fact that the roles of clan chief (political leader) and head fisherman (economic leader) are held by the same person. In this framework, the backbone of society is understood to be its captains of industry, those working in economically-prestigious jobs, and their social role is to maintain the economic prestige and exclusivity of the fishing class.

The chapter ends with Diode (having initially been begrudgingly convinced to allow Terra to do the talking) exploding at how the clan chief has been talking down to the both of them. She points out the hollowness of the underlying rhetoric - although it portrays culture as something shaped by struggle and ability to assert one's will, it systematically denies most people from the attempt. While pointing this out, she also mocks the clan chief's skills, clearly relying on the offense to his masculinity to provide the opening for herself and Terra to prove themselves. While the gambit works, the clan chief is clearly setting the terms of a challenge to make them prove themselves exceptional, a task which carries a high likelihood of death.

By the way, the art does a lot of the heavy lifting here. Despite Ahiru Tanaka's slightly cartoony style, he is incredibly skilled at getting the point across through composition. Terra's workplace in the cultural archives is dingy, cramped, and literally disintegrating, and Tanaka's line work reflects this - dense, imprecise, and messy. It really sells the apparent lack of maintenance since the archives were constructed. By contrast, the clan council's chambers is airy, bright, and characterized by cleaner, more precise line work. The difference is night and day, and I think it really helps sell the Endeavor Clan's underlying thinking of exactly where "culture and tradition" are transmitted.

Anyway, I just had to gush a little bit about this chapter, in what is quickly becoming one of the manga releases I most anticipate reading every month.

#twinstar cyclone runaway #yuri

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amazingmsme · 18 days ago

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What? It’s Ironic

AN: still playing catch up, so here’s day 21 with the Superman crew! They’re all such goofballs, I love them! There’s a severe lack of fics for this fandom, so I’m here to fix that! Hope y’all enjoy!

It was finally Halloween, and Clark had been hyping up his costume for the whole month. At this point, his friends were just dying to know what it was, as he'd been sure to keep it a secret.

Lois and Jimmy anxiously waited in the living room as he got changed, each in their own costumes. Jimmy was dressed like someone from the Matrix, complete with sunglasses and a black leather duster. He sat on the couch, leg bouncing in anticipation as he scrolled on his phone. Lois was your typical witch, wearing a black dress with a purple and black lace witch's hat. The layers of jewelry she has on jingles softly as she paced the room.

"Okay Smallville, I know it doesn't take that long to change clothes," Lois called through the door as she gave a light knock.

"Just gimme a sec! It's a little snug, but I've almost got it on!"

Jimmy stifled a laugh from his spot on the couch. "Okay, now I've gotta see!"

"Okay, close your eyes!"

"Come out already!"

"Just do it!"

"Ugh, fine," she groaned playfully before covering her eyes.

"Are they closed?"

"Yes!"

"Jimmy?"

"Yes dude! Just come out so we can see you!"

They heard the bedroom door creak open.

"Ta-da!"

They immediately looked to see what epic costume he'd been working on all month long, only to stare blankly in confusion.

It was a Superman costume. A really bad Superman costume.

"Well?" he asked, smile stretching from ear to ear. He held his arms out to his sides, giving a proud spin. The sleeves were straining around his large biceps, testing the seams for all they're worth. He wore bright blue leggings that were more like high waters, and over that he wore a red pair of Fruit of the Loom underwear. A badly drawn Superman logo was safety-pinned to the front of his shirt, and a red blanket was tied around his shoulders.

"It's..." Lois started, unsure whether she should laugh and hiding her smile behind her hand.

"You look ridiculous! This is what you've been working on?" Jimmy exclaimed. Clark grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck.

"What? I thought it was funny!" he defended his choice. Jimmy smirked.

"Well congrats, 'cause you look hilarious!" he teased, shooting finger guns at his friend.

Now that she knew it was intentionally bad, she couldn't help but laugh. "Oho my God, could you find a smaller shirt?" she asked, walking closer to get a better look. She circled him, looking him up and down, clearly amused. "Those pants look like they were painted on," she chuckled.

"Yeah, I was kinda going for a "kid who grew out of last year's costume" kinda look," he admitted.

"You know what? I see it," she tilted her head to get a better angle, nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, it's got a homemade, nostalgic vibe to it," Jimmy agreed.

"Heh, thanks. At first I wasn't sure what- AH!" Clark interrupted himself with a yelp when he felt a poke to his side. "Hehey, what was that for?"

"You got a hole in your shirt, riiiight here," she struck again, this time scribbling against the small patch of bare skin. He barked out a laugh and twisted away, right into Jimmy. Since when was he standing there?

"Well dohohon't make it worse!" he cried out, trying to gently pry her hand out of the now larger hole. Clark shrieked when he felt squeezing on his other side, his laughter growing full and steady.

"Don't worry Lois, I was with him when he bought it and he got like, five back up pairs," Jimmy explained, granting permission to ruin the shirt.

"Ihit was only four! They were hahahaving aha sale!" he tried to justify his purchase through giggles.

“Glad you came prepared! Now I don’t have to feel guilty about doing this!” she made her point by plunging her entire hand through the small hole, stretching it enough to fit her arm inside. She reached around to scribble his bare stomach, relishing it the squeal that left his lips.

Clark could do nothing but stand there and laugh while his friends had their fun picking him apart. But if he were being honest, he was having just as much fun.

Halloween always came with at least one trick.

#tickletober #tickletober 2024 #clark kent #lois lane #jimmy olsen #clois #my adventures with superman #maws #maws fic #maws tickle fic #ticklish!clark

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sentimentalshitpost · 5 months ago

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trans yuri thoughts?

so many

tagging the hive mind @otabekisautistic bc we've discussed the man, the myth, the legend at length and they are in my brain like a little worm 🪱

first - i think canon supports trans yuri which other people have discussed in greater detail. what particularly stands out to me: what he says to lila "If selling my soul is what it takes to win, I'll give you this body, no holds barred." i think that wording is really important, not "my body" but "this body" there's a disconnect/depersonalization between who he is to himself/inwardly versus who he is to others/outwardly.

and his reaction to otabek's "eyes of a soldier" line! he's used to (and depicted as not being fond of) referred to in traditionally feminine terms especially when it comes to his skating like fairy, angelic - even "prima ballerina" when the term for a male principle dancer is "primo ballerino" which like...less elegant sounding imo but still - this is really the first time he and his skating, a major marker of his identity, is referred to in terms that he doesn't just begrudgingly accept.

which all builds on his narrative concern about puberty, his body changing, and of course that impacting his skating

i do see the trans girl/femme argument, however, a puberty that involves growing boobs, hips, ect. is generally more detrimental towards skating - you're dealing with more mass making it harder to lift off so trans man/masc seems to make more sense given the broader context

there's more i could say on evidence in the canon/meta analysis, though i don't think i have anything particularly new or groundbreaking

ok, headcanons, the fun stuff; some of this is more grounded in the actual show and some of it is some of this is literally just bc i said so

within the context of the show it seems like yuri would have figured out his gender young to be able to compete in juniors with other boys - nikolai is his biggest advocate! does he get it 100%? no he wants yuri to have a normal life, and that means a certain thing to him having lived in soviet russia, he wants yuri to have an easy life that transness won't afford, but his priority - what he wants more than anything - is for yuri to be happy

i've seen a lot of people talk about yuri being like his mother, i think he's more like his grandfather (i think the traits of his mom are there, i think that annoys the shit out of him bc she's depicted as not being present and for obvious dysphoria reasons but,) stubborn, strong willed, ect.

nikolai cuts yuri's hair into that little bowl cut situation we see in the flash backs 1. it's convenient 2. it's cheap 3. it makes yuri happy

yuri picks out his name but his decision is heavily influenced by nikolai - nikolai tells him stories about the space race and the cosmonauts and little baby yuri is so fascinated by it all he names himself after yuri gagarin and takes on nikolai's patronymic

i think as he gets older, tries to find a balance between life and skating, he gets more into queer culture/politics and is primarily t4t (otabek is endgame and boy he is down bad)

he's an absolute demon twink in his 20's, a menace to society (viktor works double duty as his coach and twink handler, dude is struggling)

the more i've sat with the idea of trans yuri the less binary he's become (which may be me projecting my own gender feelings but also like look at him) i think he feels very strictly masculine as a teenager then as he gets older and more people view him as more masculine/more of a man in daily interactions he feels like he can interact with androgyny/femininity again - when it's not a career requirement it doesn't feel stifling

he's so hyped for top surgery and he's had to wait so long - he never really found it feasible to do it in the off season and taking time off isn't something he's willing to do even as he tries to create a work/life balance - it's the first thing he does after retirement and he's so convinced he's never gonna put on a shirt again. don't think he would be very good about following recovery rules though like getting enough sleep, sleeping propped up, not picking up pets, ect. despite knowing it'll help him in the long run

sorry this took so long!!! i was trying to articulate my thoughts without writing an actual essay which uh...🤷🏻

honestly there's more i could say - i've thought a lot about how his gender impacts his life, career, and relationships

also - i've been working on some variation of a post-canon trans yuri fic (on and off, it's become like 4 different things) since 2017 that i honestly don't know if i'll ever finish

that being said have some crumbs that i think will make it into some sort of work? hopefully?

The flight sucks. His legs are crammed into the smallest space imaginable — these airlines keep shrinking the fucking leg room, and the asshole who’s lent his seat back infront of him isn’t helping — there’s multiple layovers to look forward to, and he’s sat next to Viktor and Yuuri for the first leg. Normally, this wouldn’t be much of a problem, as much as he’s put up a front that he hates the geezers, and as much as he genuinely believes they’re almost more insufferable together than they are apart, he’s grown fond of the sickening pair and almost finds comfort in their company. But now his medication isn’t even touching the pain in his hand, he’s tired, and he’s pissed — at himself, at Otabek, at the whole goddamn world. He doesn’t want to see them hold hands and lean on each other for the next three and a half hours he wants some fucking peace; peace that he’s never going to have again.

#thank you so much!!!!#i love to talk about him #sorry this took so long to respond to i'm a disaster #also for the low key shameless fic snippet it's the only way i'll hold myself accountable #yuri on ice #yuri plisetsky #trans yuri plisetsky #fic snippet #fic sneak peek #long post

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rebelrebelwrites · 2 years ago

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I’ve decided to resurrect…

Fic Friday! ❤️ Weekly Fic Recs

Years ago, I did this back in the Reylo fandom, but I’m bringing it back for the Saurondriel/Haladriel fandom because: A) I’m still obscenely obsessed B) I’m all about supporting creators and C) Since I’m not currently writing for this fandom, I want to contribute how I can. 😊

Let’s do it!

This week’s recs are��

As always, please mind the tags on any recommended story for your own personal reading preferences.

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The Classic You’ve Heard Of But Somehow Haven’t Read Yet: Across That Fine Line by @myrsinemezzo

What you need to know going in:

A post-S1 that’s got hype for great reason. After stealing the mithril and Fëanor’s hammer, Sauron spirits away to Mordor with Gal hot on his heels. Once they reunite, things get spicy — we’re talking banter, manipulation (on both sides), a devious and devoted Sauron who’s also terrified of falling too far in love (too late, bro), and a Gal who’s rightfully wary but wants to believe that there’s a way to thread the needle with him. As their journey progresses, so does the depth of their dynamic. Plus! Some awesome inclusions/characters from Tolkien lore. All in all, an absolute must-read.

WIP, Rated Explicit

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The AU You Need to Immerse Yourself In Because, Well, Wow: our souls were made from the stars by SilverWing12

What you need to know going in:

Oh gosh, where to even begin??? This lush, brilliant, meticulously measured slow burn of an AU is something I bask in every update. This story sees Mairon delayed in joining Melkor, and instead, he meets Galadriel in Valinor while she's still a child. Hundreds of years pass in which their friendship grows and grows, building to a point of mutual attraction and affection that is stifling in how well-realized and precarious it feels. The world-building, intentionality, pacing, characterization, and mounting pressure in this fic as Mairon falls deeper into darkness and Galadriel grows more suspicious (though both are clearly in love with each other) is simply luxurious.

WIP, Mature

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The Complete But Never Forgotten Masterpiece: Queen of the Southlands by @formerlyir

What you need to know going in:

Gal doesn’t find out about Sauron’s deception for years, and as a result, she becomes his Queen. The post-S1 ensuing romance, angst, delicious tension and SCORCHING smut is sublime. Get ready for a delightfully unhinged, very devoted Sauron and a Gal who’s rightfully sharp, incredibly brave, and demands what she’s owed. This fic more than sticks the landing at the conclusion — it shreds it. In the absolute best way. I cheered, folks. Cheered.

Complete, Rated Explicit

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The WIP That Will Wreck You (In the Best Way): Litost by @demonscantgothere

What you need to know going in:

It’s no secret that this story, as with every other story I’ve read by Helholden, is wonderful — expect to see their work on this list a few times at least. That being said, I think Litost might be my favorite. It’s post-S1, but by many years, starting with Galadriel being captured and brought back to Numenor as a prisoner of Ar-Pharazôn and his new High Priest of the Cult of Melkor… wonder who that could be? 👀🙃 You guessed it, everyone’s favorite Dark Lord! The resulting twists and turns in this fic continue to surprise, and the angst and longing (on both sides) simmers. The dialogue between these two, when they really communicate, is stellar at getting at the heart of their every conflict. It will pierce you — and you’ll love it.

WIP, Rated Mature

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The Can't Stop Consuming No Matter What Time It Is Fic: Instruments of Salvation by @scriberated

What you need to know going in:

It's Gal who gets hurt when Orodruin erupts, and as a result, Sauron must save her the only way he can — by forging a bond, all while she still believes he's Halbrand, rightful king of the Southlands. As with all of Scriberated's works, the writing is impeccable, the smut is steamy as all hell, and the characterization is 🤌🤌🤌. As Gal and Hal/Sauron's bond grows in strength, so does the pace at which you'll consume this tantalizing treat of a fic. Stop reading because it's bedtime? Doubtful.

WIP, Rated Explicit

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Me at all these fics:

Don't see your story on this list yet? Keyword: yet. Please don't fret! I can only recommend so many each week, but I am always looking for more stuff to read, share, and generally shower with love, so please feel free to reply with your own fics or your personal faves. I have plenty more to recommend... ❤️

Until next week!

#saurondriel #haladriel #sauron x galadriel #galadriel x sauron #galadriel x halbrand #halbrand x galadriel #sauriel #fanfic #fic recs #saurondriel fanfic #haladriel fanfic

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multifandom-worlds · 2 years ago

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A Lesson on Behaving

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Soft!Dom Loki, oral (receiving), praise kink (let me know if it needs anything else!)

Authors note: Written with the help of 3 of my favourite smut writers. @otome-and-fanfiction , who gave me direction and suggestions when I was lost and @sarahscribbles and @lokisgoodgirl, who were my constant hype people!

Tagging: @simplyholl

“Please, my Queen…” his voice calls out from behind you. Turning, you grab a fistful of his hair, pulling Loki to his knees before you. His cock throbbing, his wrists straining against the rope binding them behind his back.

"Look at you," You purr, a hand under his chin, forcing him to look at you. "What would your people think if they saw you now? Saw their God on his knees before a pathetic mortal, begging?" Loki growls, a smirk on his lips and the blue of his irises darkening as he looks up at you.

Loki's hands were free in one quick movement of glittering green light. He rises to his feet, towering over you as he walks you backwards, your back hitting the wall with a dull thud. He runs icy fingers up your arms until his fingers laced with yours, lifting your arms above your head. He leans in, your lips only a hair's breadth away, before he whispers, "You've had your fun, my little fox, but now the predator becomes the prey."

You gulp, the dark timbre of his voice sending a spark of electricity down your spine. He waits there, lips ghosting passed yours, taunting you. You decide to cover the distance between you in one last-ditch effort to regain control, or at the very least, give you a chance to book it out the door, connecting your lips with his. His grip on your hands loosens just enough for you to slip your hands free of his grasp. Breaking the kiss, you quickly slip out from beneath Loki’s arms, making your way to your bedroom door.

“Playing games, are we, little fox?” Loki says from behind you, accompanied by a flash of green. “They’re not going to save you, my sweet.” He calls as you fling the door open and take off down the hall, laughing the whole time. You knew how much he loved the thrill of the hunt, the adrenaline of chasing you.

Running down the hall, you ditch into Wanda’s bedroom, where she and Natasha are sitting, catching up with each other. They look at you, taking in your breathless, half-dressed state. “Hide me,” you say, ducking behind them. Before either of them can speak, they hear Loki’s voice in the hallway. “You can run, my sweet, but you can’t hide for long. I always get what I want.”

“What did you do?” Wanda whisper-laughs. This wasn’t the first time you hid from Loki in her room.

“Playing a dangerous game, I think,” Natasha spoke, a hint of amusement in her voice. The two of them are used to hiding you from the Asgardian God, regardless of how futile it ends up.

The 3 hear a knock at the bedroom door - Loki found you. You hurry into the closet, quietly closing it as Wanda stands to open the door. She smiles, scanning Loki’s appearance briefly before greeting him as if she didn’t already know why he was there.

You cover your mouth to quiet your own heavy breaths, listening intently to the conversation happening. “Hello, Wanda. Have you seen my girl in the past few minutes? She has some, how shall I phrase it, explaining to do, but she ran off like the little brat she is.” He spoke; you couldn’t see much of what was happening; you just hoped Wanda and Natasha could make up a convincing lie to spare you a few minutes.

“What did she do this time?” Wanda laughs at the doorway. Loki responds with no humour in his voice, although you know he is enjoying himself. “She knows what she did. If you see her….” he begins, but Wanda interrupts, “I’ll send her your way, I promise!”

Wanda closes the door in his face before he can thank her. Stifling a fit of giggles, you crawl out of the closet. Wanda and Natasha chuckle as you stand upright, dusting yourself off. “To answer your question, Wands, I maaaaaaay have tied Loki’s hands behind his back and uhm….” you pause before mumbling the next part. “Edgedhimuntilhebegged” Both Natasha and Wanda stare at you, confused, unsure if they heard you correctly. “Can you say that again, clearer this time?” Natasha asks. You gulp, looking down at your feet before actually telling them what got you into the very situation you found yourself in. “I may have edged him until he begged.”

The two girls looked at you wide-eyed. “You are playing a dangerous game, my friend, a very dangerous game,” Natasha finally spoke up after the shock of your confession wore off. You groan, throwing your body on the bed. “I knooooooow, but it was so much fun. Watching the sweat drip from his forehead, watching the way..” you get interrupted by a pillow to the face. “If I have to listen to your sexcapades anymore, I’m going to throw you out myself.” Natasha laughs, letting go of the pillow. You roll your eyes before standing up, hoping the coast is clear. “I’m going to see if I can sneak down to the kitchen for a snack before he finds me.” you stroll to the door, resting your hand on the handle and turning. “Toodaloo!” you wave before slipping out of the room and sneaking down the hall as quietly as your feet can.

You made it a total of 5 steps away from Wanda’s door when you felt a pair of arms snake around your body from behind. Loki pulls you into his chest, his raging erection pressing hard against the small of your back. You gasp, feeling his hand slide up your torso, ghosting your breasts before coming to rest around your neck. His hot breath in your ear sends shivers down your spine. “Found you.”

The tip of his tongue flicks against the shell of your ear. “L-Loki,” you breathe, wrapping your fingers around his wrist up by your throat. “I hope you got your fill of being in charge because you are mine for the next several hours. If you’re a good girl like I know you can be, I may let you cum before nightfall; if not, you’re not cumming until daybreak. Do you understand me?”

You mewl in response, arousal pooling in your panties. You squeezed your thighs together, chastising your body’s reaction to his voice and fingers around your throat.

The sounds of muffled talking down the hall cause Loki to drop his hands from your neck. He was not about to showcase your…how should we say, love-making escapades to the whole compound. His fingers trail down your arms until your fingers laced together - the first of several tender acts of love you'll experience tonight.

"Act natural" Loki's voice was in your ear, deep and commanding. Steve and Tony come walking down the hallway in the midst of a heated discussion. You bow your head to them as they pass, silently acknowledging their presence - you didn’t trust your voice not to betray you. Loki leans down, his voice in your ear once again, heat rising in your cheeks, “Good girl.”

Loki leads you a few more feet toward the bedroom, opening the door as if you two were just going to watch a movie together; however, the second the door latch clicked closed, his lips were on yours, fingers gripped into your ass, pulling you ever closer to him.

The kiss was heated and needy but burned of such love and devotion. Your hands snake around his neck, lacing in his locks. He groans against your lips, his caged erection straining against the fabric of his pants.

"The things you do to me, woman," Loki groans as he pulls away from you slightly, his grip on your ass unrelenting. You moan, low and drawn out, feeling his cool lips on your neck, finding your pulse point immediately.

You were feeling so incredibly needy for him, craving how his body felt against yours and how he filled you up so completely, so thoroughly. L-Loki…" your breathy moan falls from your lips as you cling to him, your legs buckling beneath your weight.

His hands slide down the back of your thighs. "Jump," he orders, and you follow willingly, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Continuing his assault on your neck, Loki walks over to the bed before laying you down gently, hovering above you, admiring the darkening bruise he created on your neck.

"Magnificent," he murmurs, taking in your flushed face. Holding himself up with one arm, Loki tucks a stray strand of hair from your face - he couldn't have anything impeding his view of his most precious one.

His hands ghosted down your figure, the warm green glow of his magic causing your clothes to vanish, reappearing on the floor somewhere nearby. "You're breathtaking, my dear." He whispers in your ear before kissing your neck again, shifting between your legs to get a better angle before slowly grinding against you; the fabric on his pants feels rough against your sensitive core. The mix of pleasures causes you to moan, rolling your head to the side, giving you ample space.

Cold fingers dance back up your body, across your arms before finally coming to rest on your between yours, squeezing gently before he pins your arms above your hand, slipping one hand free while holding both wrists with the other. His now free hand slides down your arm, brushing against the side of your breast before going down to your waist and hips.

"Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, darling."

You spread your thighs apart, arousal dripping from your sopping-wet core. You were so desperately needy for his touch and praise; you were more than willing to do anything he asked. Loki drags his finger up your slit, gathering your arousal.

"Look at you, beautiful. So wet for me already. Tell me, my dove, what is it you desire?" Loki looks down at you before slipping his finger into his mouth, licking off your juices.

Your cheeks burn watching the erotic sight before you; you stutter your response to his question. "Y-you."

Loki clicked his tongue in disapproval of your lacklustre answer. "You can do better than that. Use your words, pet. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you." His lips find your collarbone, teeth grazing against your skin as he slowly moves down your body.

"L-Loki…!" You groan. He was toying with you.

"That's my name, pet. Now tell me what you want from me." He responds, continuing his slow exploration of your body with his mouth.

You try to focus your thoughts on making one cohesive sentence, but all that comes out of your mouth is a garbled half-sentence. "You…cock…inside please"

A low chuckle escaped him, listening to your measly attempt to ask for what you wanted. "Is it this godly cock you're craving? Do you want to be stuffed airtight, all your nerves alight with pleasure? Do you want to be so fuck drunk that the only thing you know for sure is me?

"Yes! P-please Loki..!" You moan as his lips find your nipple. He swirls his tongue around a few times before releasing.

Loki's lips pull up into a smirk as he looks up at you. “If you behave, I might consider letting you have what you so desperately crave, my sweet, but you're all mine for now.” You whimper, grinding against him, trying to get him to reconsider. A hand on your hips, pushing you back into the bed, indicates otherwise. A warm, tingling sensation replaces the cool touch of his fingers around your wrists, holding your arms in place while he uses both hands to explore your body.

"L-Loki, please…" you mewl, bucking up against him again, desperate for any type of attention on your needy, quivering core. A low growl escapes from Loki's lips at your attempts. “If you don’t keep that pretty mouth shut, I’m going to put it to use, got that?” Loki questions. You nod, biting your bottom lip to try and keep yourself quiet. You tried to focus on something, anything other than Loki’s painfully slow exploration down your body, but all you could focus on was the way his mouth felt on your skin.

His mouth finds your nipple again, gently sucking while the other gets attention from his fingers. True to your agreement, you kept silent, biting your lip until it bled to keep from making a sound as Loki edges you into oblivion. Feeling your chest rise and fall with heavy breaths, Loki meets your eye, expecting a moan that does not come.

He looks up at you before biting down on the flesh of your breast, hard enough to feel and leave a mark but not hard enough to damage the delicate tissue. You bite your tongue, arching your back into him, but you maintain your silence.

"I'm impressed, my sweetest. Maybe you do listen well after all." Loki praises, running his fingers along the bite, a warmth in its wake making his teeth mark disappear before ghosting his hands down your sides, determined to make you moan, whimper or scream his name to the Heavens above - whichever came first.

Placing kisses down your stomach, his hands find your thighs, spreading them wide. The breath catches in your throat as he blows cool air against your sensitive core. “You’re so wet for me, my darling, my good girl. He doesn’t waste any more time and licks a strip up your slit, pausing just before he reaches your clit. You groan, throwing your head back on the pillow in frustration and desperate pleasure. You needed him to do something, anything to alleviate this burning need. A low chuckle escapes his lips before his tongue finally touches the bundle of nerves sending waves of pleasure coursing up your spine.

You hold back your moans with increasing difficulty as Loki swirls his tongue around your clit, working the first of your orgasms out of your system. You look down your body at him, his hair falling into his face. You wanted to brush it aside for him, but his magic still held your hands together above your head. With a quick flick of his head, his hair was again free of his face, granting you an unobscured view of his face between your thighs. His tongue teases your entrance a few times before returning his attention back to your clit.

Your back arches as your orgasm grows, grinding against his lips. His hands find your hips, pushing them back down on the bed. “Use your words, darling. Tell me how good I make you feel, I give your permission to speak. It’s dreadfully quiet without hearing your delectable sounds.” As soon as the last syllable left his lips, moans cascade out of your lips like a waterfall, encouraging Loki on. He hums in response to your ever-increasing cries as he twirls his tongue around your clit again.

Thumbs pressing into the delicate skin of your hips, Loki pulls the first of your orgasms from you. “L-Loki…!” you cry, waves of pleasure course through your body. You strain and twist against your invisible restraints as he continues his relentless attack between your thighs, slowing down as your climax wanes, and you can return to him from that cloud of which only he can effortlessly send you.

He pulls back, his lips and chin glistening in the sunlight filtering through the curtains - your juices. He licks his lips, releasing your wrists with a wave of his hand. Bringing your arms down, you gently rub your wrists before his hands envelop yours, soothing the skin before bringing your hands to his lips and kissing your palms. “You did so well for me, my dove.” His praise leaves you blushing. “Now, be my good girl and help me with this problem you’ve created.” He orders, though his tone is gentle.

You sit up to look at him before your eyes trail down to the noticeable bulge straining in his pants. Loki places your hand gently on the bulge; you squeak slightly, feeling it throb beneath your hand. He pulls your hand away before his clothes melt from his body, leaving you an uninterrupted view of his cock, standing at attention and throbbing. With his hand still around yours, he places it around his shaft, stroking him.

"Do you see, my Dove? This is what you do to me…" he moans, deep in your ear. "Every time you open that pretty little mouth of yours.." with his free hand, he rests his thumb against your bottom lip, pulling down slightly. "...I have such a strong urge to use it. You are everything I crave, the most addicting drug. You are the only person I want, the only person I need.”

Loki presses his lips to yours again, his hand cradling your head. Removing your hand from his shaft, his fingers lock with yours again, laying you back down, his lips never leaving yours. You gasp against his mouth as the tip of his cock slides up your folds. You could feel the smirk pull his lips as he teases you, biting your bottom lip gently before releasing your mouth, allowing you to catch your breath after he robbed you of your air.

“L-Loki…” you whine, feeling him pressing against your entrance but never actually entering you. You needed him, craved him; you could think of nothing else but him. He chuckles, watching you squirm and grind against him. “I’ll give you what you want, my dove, but I still need something from you.”

“A-anything Loki…please.” you whimper, voice thick with desperation. “Tell me how much you want me, how much you want this cock. Tell me how good I make you feel.” You blush, meeting his eye. You were looking for any sign he was kidding or teasing you, but you only saw an earnest curiosity.

You sucked in a breath before giving him what he wanted to hear. Hopefully. "After him, I n-never thought I would ever crave someone l-like I do you. I want your hands on my body...all the time. I want to feel you inside me...k-knowing I'm the one who makes you that h-hard."

As a reward for listening, Loki aligns himself with your entrance, pressing in just enough that the tip is inside but nothing else. "Loki, please." You whine, squeezing his hand. "I-I've been good! I listened to you….please Loki, I need you.."

A low chuckle reverberates in his throat before he speaks. “Well, you have been good, my dear; however, you didn’t fully give me what I wanted. You said you crave me, want to feel me inside, but you never told me how much you want this godly cock.” He pulls out again; you pout, whining at the loss of that delicious stretch you’re craving.

“I need you, Loki, please! I want you to stuff my cunt airtight and fuck me until the only thing I am sure of is you! I want to be so sore tomorrow that I can’t walk straight, and everyone knows I belong to you and only you!” You beg, looking up at him, squeezing his hand before turning your head to the side and gently kissing the skin of his inner wrist.

Without saying a word to you, Loki pushes into you, slow and steady, giving you time to adjust to his size. You throw your head back, long, drawn-out moans leave your lips as your free hand leaves scratches down Loki’s arm. You were still sensitive from your earlier orgasm, which made it feel incredible. Loki lets out a low groan once he is fully sheathed inside you. “Woman, you have no idea how crazy you make me. How much restraint it takes not to claim you repeatedly, every single day, leaving you a whimpering, fuck drunk mess in my arms.”

You blush again, your face turning hot, listening to his words. Loki steals the words right out of your mouth with a fiery, needy kiss as he rolls his hips into yours slowly, methodically; after all, he didn’t want to hurt you, just make you a whimpering, fuck drunk mess. He hisses against your lips, feeling your nails dig into the hard muscle of his shoulder - a feeling he will never tire of, a sense that made him well aware he was doing his job correctly.

“That’s my perfect little dove, taking me so well.” He praises, resting his forehead against yours and squeezing your hand. You could only whimper in response; the only thing you could process was the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls, the way the muscles of his shoulders flex and relax with every roll of his hips into yours. You close your eyes, getting lost in the sweet, erotic sounds of his moans mixing with the slap of his hips on yours. At that moment, you didn’t care who could hear your cries of pleasure - the whole compound could hear you for all you cared. You belonged to Loki, and only Loki could satisfy you.

His pace increases, and with it, the power behind each thrust increases until each snap of his hips drives you deeper into the bed. The coil in your belly tightens, threatening to come undone any second. “You’re doing so good for me, darling. Let me hear you come undone. Let the whole compound know who you belong to. Scream my name to the Heavens; I want to hear you.”

With one last snap of his hips, Loki has you tumbling off the edge into bliss. “F-fuck.. Loki!” you cry, body convulsing as the pleasure rips through you. Loki grins while he rolls his hips into yours, prolonging your orgasm and leaving you in the blissed-out state as long as he can. Your breathing was heavy, chest rose and fell as you slowly returned to reality.

He stills, looking at you, waiting for your breathing to regulate. He peppered your face with kisses, running the pad of his thumb along your cheekbone. “Good girl, my beautiful dove.” He praises.”You did so well, but I’m not done with you yet.”

#loki laufeyson #loki of asgard #mcu loki #loki smut #dom loki #loki god of mischief #loki

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aviculor · 23 days ago

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Huesera the Bone Woman. I watched the Dead Meat Podcast on it however long ago that was, so I know this is an "elevated" horror where our protagonist is stalked by a monster representing her trepidation about becoming a mother and settling down into a mundane domestic life.

Like, sure, she's been trying to get pregnant, but she's also smoking and she's being told to give up her woodworking hobby for The Baby and her family doesn't consider her a "kid person". She's clearly in this position because of societal pressure and for her husband's sake.

Well, that was traumatic for her to witness.

She was just staring at the ceiling when conceiving, and now that she's frisky and passionate her husband is turning her down because of her pregnancy. That's very poignant there.

Oh no, the botched suicide lady is scooting around the hallway!

The spider...a mother but also a predator. Her web a home but also a prison.

Valeria does things, including big life-altering decisions, because of peer pressure and because she thinks it'll make her family proud. She stifles her own desires to that end.

Wait a minute, this isn't visiting an old friend, this is gay sex!

Oh, those little shits are fine. Don't give me that. The fact that her sister and nephew are such assholes ties very nicely into the themes though, in that Val denies herself happiness and freedom and being who she wants to be for the sake of a family that definitely does not deserve that kind of sacrifice.

As much as the film is about Val's plight, I do need to worry about this baby now.

UHH THE FRIDGE????

Okay, NOW I see how this is a horror movie and not just a drama.

Wait, did that ending mean she left Raul and the baby?

Revisiting the Dead Meat Podcast ep on it, they point out how Val had to dismantle her entire workshop while Raul only needed to put his guitar in the closet. That is a huge disparity in the level of sacrifice they each needed to make in their personal lives. All sorts of details like that come together to paint this picture.

I think maybe overall it lacked a lot of horror elements? It got so caught up in its own metaphors and themes that it forgot the genre it was supposed to be until the last like 10 minutes. Val saw a shadowy figure a few times, a dog strangled itself on its chain offscreen, and there was a trippy dream sequence involving a bunch of humanoid figures moving unnaturally and attacking Val. But beyond that, it wasn't scary per se. I know this film would resonate with a lot of people and they might have different opinions on that, though. But in my opinion, it didn't really deliver on the hype.

#horror #huesera the bone woman

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hi im back again to say the pros and cons of breathing is driving me actually crazy like idek the timeline or lore or whatever of who was writing more lyrics at the time between pete and patrick and even though its probably primarily about someone else/a different situation, its making me think about early days p2 and like the way they used to fight... like pete pushing patrick to sing because he saw his talent but also patrick not being comfortable in the spotlight as much as pete and also being way less willng to talk about his emotions AND petes history of playing with voice and writing from both his and patricks perspective... and how that can feel stifling and controlling when you arent used to (or dont want to be receptive to) emotional intimacy... and the thought of that whole era of peteandpatrick where they were already connected to each other so strongly and had such an intense relationship (no matter how u defne relationship) but without healthy communication or boundaries and just being so young and feeling out of your depth in an intense scene...... anyway can u tell im such a patrick girl (gender neutral)

FUCK YES THE BIG TEXT IS BACK so glad you’re a committed to the bit girlie (gn) i respect that so much, you are my type of person fr… also thought id join you in solidarity of big text for a paragraph :-3

but also god ok yeah i have a whole p2 playlist that is full of fob (and a couple soul punk) songs that are like… p2 to me and pros and cons is DEFINITELY on there. for tttyg it would have been patrick writing the lyrics, however like you said patrick going into the spotlight to sing via pete’s encouragement, 100% is reflected. and how that feels for him especially being so young in such an intense scene. (and to take what you said about pete’s writing, he started writing from my heart bside. which coincidentally features its not a side effect of the cocaine… which is such a less talked about certified peterick banger to me LMFAO…) like. patrick being that young he obvs has all this teenage angst to write out but also it’s hard at that age to differentiate like… hate from love from respect to disdain or whatever and that’s why us peterick girlies can see such, well, Peterick(TM) in even songs like pros and cons cause it’s patrick’s teen perspective here, he is gonna feel a lot and understand like none of it except that it’s A LOT. and finding your literal other half soulmate crytophasis partner at that age (though not knowing it ofc) must’ve been like. Dear God What The Fuck Is Going On I Am Feeling So Much So Strongly This Must Be Anger (babygirl no i just don’t think you were used to being so known so easily). also just the verses in pros and cons are so.. idk to me window imagery is sooo peterick to me ugh… also to go on my own little tangent but you said ur a patrick girlie (gn) so i think you’re fine with this BUT genuinely smfs is my fave era already i cannot lie, it’s like that obsession flame has been lit again really hot and really strong, they are each other’s fucking wife guys hype men. silly rabbits. whatever but it’s HEALTHY it’s so good. and you can tell patrick is so free right now. like… the other day i got so weepy over him literally like. he’s the clear frontman now it’s… god i cant continue or i’ll start bawling i cannot lie x smfs era is so much for us patrick and peterick girlies

#i love to just vomit words to you i love you big text anon. kissing you sweetly #long post

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justrandomfanfictionskh · 2 years ago

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Mary Todd pt 12

ao3 Beginning Pervious

As it turned out Jason had been right, everyone in the manor had been predisposed to like her. From Dick’s boisterous hugs to Cass’s silent smiles, Marinette had never felt more welcome anywhere. Even Damian, to everyone’s surprise, seemed to be putting his best foot forward. And when asked (teased) about it he simply replied, “Tt. The Guardian of the Miraculous has and always will be one of the most respected positions in the ancient and magical world. To show her anything but the utmost curtesy would be a smear on my honor, not hers.”

At these words at least half of the household looked very pointedly at Bruce, while the other half very pointedly did not look at him. The man in question simply cleared his throat and said, “Yes well, shall we go into the dining room.”

In the end Marinette found that she was quite pleased both with her brother’s family and their house. It was grand but not ostentatious, rich without being superfluous. And it was the same with the family. They all had an edge and formality to them that spoke of years of training. Most people would assume that meant training in etiquette, but if you knew what to look for…the fluid movements, the weighted gazes, the scanning eyes…then it was clear that this family had long been trained for combat. However, despite this, they were all incredibly genuine. Here in the privacy of their own house and surrounded by their own family, the Waynes were unabashedly themselves. For better or for worse.

Tim was so hyped-up on caffeine he was practically vibrating as he ranted about his special interests. Jason, with annoyed looks but caring hands, attempted to get him to sit still for five minutes. Damian was coldly but respectfully trying to engage her in conversation on the finer parts of poison making. Dick was valiantly trying to change the subject to literally anything else. Barbara was helping him. Cass sat quiet and serine but would sign the most outrageous jokes across the table. Stephanie laughed at every single one, before asking about the Amazons and what training with them was like. And Bruce and Alfred were content to sit back and eat while their children enjoyed themselves.

Because of this Marinette couldn’t get a good feel for what Bruce thought of her know that she was technically a member of the family. In the end she barely had enough time to eat even the smallest bites of food, because she was too busy trying to talk to everyone at once. Until finally Stephanie asked a question that had the entire table hushed in anticipation.

“So what was Jason like as a kid?!” She was half way on top of the table when she asked, and immediately everyone turned their heavy, questing eyes on Marinette.

Marinette took a deep breath and smiled gently, “Well, I don’t remember much from before I was adopted. But I do remember Jay-Jay telling me stories.”

“Stories?” Dick and Cass asked with a smile.

“Jay-Jay?” Damian, Tim, and Stephanie asked in a mixture of disgust, astonishment, and amusement.

“I’ve always called him Jay-Jay,” Marinette said, “And yes, he would tell me stories about the Knitting Fairy. A magical creature he made up that would fly around and fix everyone’s clothes.”

“That is adorable!” Tim cried grinning from ear to ear, “Who knew Jay-Jay had an adorable side?”

“Shut up Replacement,” Jason scowled over his blush, “Eat your broccoli, and never call me Jay-Jay. Only Pixie calls me that.”

“Aw!” Dick and Stephanie said in unison, “And you call her Pixie.”

“Shut up!” Jason yelled, as Marinette stifled her giggles.

“Is that why you design?” Cass signed, “Because of the Knitting Fairy?”

Marinette paused a little taken aback. “You know,” she said seriously, “I never thought about it before but…yes. My childhood dream was to grow up and be the Knitting Fairy. It was why my parents taught me how to sow!”

“And now,” Bruce said, speaking for the first time since they entered the dinning room, “You are one of the youngest, if not the youngest, high profile fashion designers ever. With your own label that is worn and promoted by some of the most renowned celebrities in the world. While simultaneously and repeatedly saving the world and guarding the most powerful, known, magical artifacts. And there by becoming a respected leader among Earth’s mightiest heroes. All before you turned eighteen. It is all truly impressive; you should be proud of your sister Jason.”

Bruce looked up to see all of his children staring at him with open mouthed astonishment. “What?” he asked pointedly.

“You just openly, and sincerely complimented someone!” Dick whispered. “Without back handing it or slipping into ‘Brucie!’”

“Bruce, are you feeling, ok?” Stephanie cried. “Do you need a doctor?”

“This is most unlike you, Father,” Damian said sternly.

“I need more coffee,” Tim muttered, “I’m hallucinating.”

“Wait,” Marinette cried silencing everyone. “Is this your way of apologizing? You know for being so hostile towards me when we first met?”

Bruce sniffed, but Marinette saw him shift in his seat. “I’m afraid, I don’t know what you mean. If I had behaved in appropriately towards you in any way, then I do apologize. But my actions upon our first meeting were perfectly proportional towards the situation at hand. I assure you.”

Marinette smiled and shook her head. “Kwami!” she thought. “He’s worse than Kagami!” But what she said was, “I accept your apology.” And then took a very pointed bite of her steak, to which Bruce only nodded, before becoming engrossed in his own meal. For about five seconds, no one said anything before Jason burst into genuine, unrestrained laughter.

Soon everyone was joining before Dick blinked and said, “Wait! Where is Duke? He’s not still on patrol is he? Alfred, I thought you told him to come home early?”

Before Alfred could speak, however, there was a great thundering from outside the door. And as if Dick had summoned him, with a disheveled and almost crazed appearance, in ran Duke. He glanced around the room until he found Marinette and grinned manically. “You! Three years ago, June 8, you ladyLuck777 defeated me in the cult classic game DOOM. In which I was ranked the number four player worldwide! Do you remember?”

Marinette blinked a little disturbed and very confused. “Um…no.”

Duke blinked, and pointed at himself, “Robin4eva! You stole my sacred armor and my enchanted sword. Those were really hard to get!”

Marinette shook her head. “I’m sorry,” she said honestly, “I was just grinding so that I could get to my friend’s level so we could go questing together. I actually wasn’t paying that much attention.”

Duke’s jaw dropped, as his siblings tried to hide their snickers. “Well it doesn’t matter. You beat me at my game. Now I’m going to beat you are yours. I challenge you to a winner take all duel on Ultimate Mega Strike V! Right here. Right now!”

“Duke is now really the time?” Bruce groaned.

“’Robin4eva?” Jason said with a big grin as the other Robins watched Duke with looks of unrestrained glee.

“Yes of course this is the time, Bruce!” Duke declared, “I’ve been after my revenge for three years, but she never plays DOOM anymore!”

“Like I said,” Marinette explained, “I only got that game so I could play with my friend. I prefer battle games to MMORPGs.”

“Scandalous!” Duke cried pointing to Marinette before swerving to point at Jason, “And shut up this was before I knew you were all assholes. So, are we doing this or not?”

Marinette sighed. She was going to have to apologize to Alfred latter. He really was an excellent cook, but with all of these distractions she had barely eaten. So she took a large bite of steak, paused dramatically so she could swallow, gently dabbed at her mouth with a napkin before taking a long sip of water. “Sure, why not,” she finally said. Then it was all she could do to shovel food into her mouth before the kids had rushed her out of the dinning room and into the gaming room.

Three hours later and she was still the undefeated reigning champion of her favorite game, despite each and every Wayne’s best efforts.

Bruce studied the young woman in front of him. They had just been giving her a tour of the Batcave, when he had called time for patrol. Almost everyone had gone except for Duke, who had gone to bed, happy despite his video game defeat, and Jason who had been called away by Alfred. So now it was just him and her…alone…in the Batcave. It was awkward. So, Bruce immediately fell into his practiced stoicism as he began doing menial tasks around the Batcomputer until Jason could come back.

Unfortunately for him, Marinette didn’t seem to want to let the silence lie. Instead she cleared her throat and came to lean against the consul forcing him to look at her. “We need to talk,” she said with a firm voice that he had come to associate with Ladybug, the bane of his existence until a few days ago.

In response, Bruce leaned back in his chair, “About?”

“Jason.”

“Why?”

“Ok, first of all, one-word questions aren’t going to cut it with this conversation. Second, you need to tell him how you feel about him. He deserves to know that you care. Third, don’t interrupt,” Marinette caught him off when Bruce attempted to open his mouth. “Fourth, I think there is a reason Jason were reunited this way. I think the universe has a plan for us. And if it does then it will go against your rules. Are you going to be able to deal with that?”

Bruce narrowed his eyes at the young woman in front of him and said, “Are you sure you’re not related to Alfred?”

“Pretty sure,” Marinette said with the untouched casualness that he had also come to associate with Ladybug. “Why? Wait don’t tell me, he’s the only one not afraid to tell you the truth?”

A low growl escaped from Bruce as he stood to be on eye level with the girl. He wanted this to work. He wanted it desperately. He would do anything for Jason, but he had to be careful. She was still a stranger, and she still wasn’t intimidated by him! She had walked through perhaps the nicest house she had ever been in like it was a three bedroom cottage in the suburbs. She marveled at the Batcave with the eyes of an artist, not the overwhelmed giddiness that most people had when they entered the cave. She had laughed at the giant dinosaur. Laughed! Most people saw it and were amazed that he, a mortal man with no powers, had defeated such a thing and eyed him with barely hidden wonder and hesitance.

Marinette had laughed, declared it inaccurate. And when asked to explain, she simply said, “Oh well when you’ve been eaten by a T-Rex before, you tend to get pretty familiar with their anatomy.”

“You were eaten by a T-Rex!” Jason cried in horror.

“It was part of the plan, and I didn’t even make past the uvula. It is what the dangly throat thing is called right?”

She was not afraid, and she had the potential to take Jason away. In fact, she had just threatened to do just that. It was terrifying, because Bruce knew, if he had to chose, Jason would go with her. She was his family first. So Bruce tampered his growing fear under anger and took a large step closer to her. Without his cowl, the full force of his glare was on her, but she didn’t even flinch. Finally he said, “What do you mean the universe has a plan for you?”

Marinette sighed. She turned to look at nothing before saying, “I’m not just the Guardian. I’m the Arbiter. The one who judges between order and chaos and keeps them in balance. Do you know the difference between chaos and evil?”

The sudden question took Bruce off guard so he stepped back and tried to calm his frustration and fears. “I have always thought of them as one and the same.”

Marinette scoffed and fixed him with a tired but amused smirk. That smirked confused Bruce more than anything else he had seen from her. It was a look he had often gotten from Diana. It meant, “I know more than you because I’ve seen more than you. You are a child compared to me, so be quiet and listen close. I’m about to teach you something.” It was a look of immortals and ancient powers, not of eighteen year old girls barely out of high school! What was she doing with such a gaze? With such sad and tired eyes? He didn’t know the answer, but in that moment he resolved to listen when she spoke.

“It is true,” Marinette finally said, “Chaos is often the tool of evil and vise versa. But the two are not necessarily mutually exclusive. Fascism, for example, is pure order. But there’s no way around it, it is an evil form of government. Humans chose to ignore the goodness of chaos, because they want things to be understandable. They want things to be orderly. But the truth is that there is a balance. The chaos of a wild fire provides the conditions for the strongest trees to take root. The order of a farmer provides food for thousands. You need both.”

“What does this have to do with you and Jason?”

“Everything!” Marinette exclaimed, “I’m the Arbiter. I keep evil at bay, by judging between order and chaos. I decide when the world needs order, or chaos. If I don’t, if I choose wrong, if I do not follow through on my judgment, then I allow evil to take route. Take your city!”

“My city?” Bruce said confused but starting to understand.

“You’re city is built on a collection of intersecting ley lines that do nothing but admit copious amounts of chaos magic into every little thing. Gotham, is quite literally the City of Chaos!”

Bruce felt sick as several things began to click in his head. Ra’s insistence that Gotham must be destroyed. The over whelming number of evil cults. The Joker. Things that would have been rare and far between in even the most dangerous of cities, happened almost every week in Gotham. All because…Bruce cleared his throat and met Marinette’s determined stare with one of his own.

“What does that mean for me and my family?”

“It means,” Marinette said softly, “That you have an uphill battle. That you are damming the river, when what you need to be doing is redirecting it. Your methods. Your rules could work, but only if you let me help you redirect the river to where it needs to be going.”

Bruce shifted and crossed his arms looking her in the eye. “You plan on staying in Gotham.”

Marinette nodded but said, “I promised Diana that I would go to Themyscira after I finished your commission. But after that, yeah, I’m coming back. Right now the river of chaos that is coming out of Gotham is overflowing its banks and creating more evil than good. Your efforts to shore up the river help, but until half the water can be redirected…then it will never be enough. That’s where I come in.”

“You said something about going against my rules?”

“I’m going to kill the Joker.”

Bruce blinked. She said that as if she had she was going to the store. “Excuse me?”

“The Joker is the embodiment of Chaotic Evil in the worst ways imaginable. Literally the epitome of everything I am fighting to prevent. I plan to cast judgment on him, and then execute him. It will not solve all of Gotham’s problems. I expect this to be a work of five to ten years, at least. But it’s the first step.”

Bruce shook his head, “If this is vengeance for Jason—”

“No,” Marinette said immediately, and Bruce was once again astonished by her. She looked at him with the force and clarity of a leader with the conviction of power. She was not happy about her duty. She was not troubled by it either. But she had a job to do, and she had the power and the will to accomplish it. He had never seen that look in someone so young before. It had taken him years of fighting for the mission and leading the League before he had that look.

His heart broke, and he wanted to punch whoever thought giving a thirteen-year-old the burden of balancing the entire universe was a good idea, but he hid his emotions well under an expression that was almost identical to hers.

“This isn’t about Jason,” Marinette continued. “This is about pacing judgment and fulfilling justice. Because that’s the problem, Bruce. Your city has gone too long without justice. Mercy has its place. Believe me I know. But so does judgment.”

Bruce heaved a sigh, he knew better than to get involved with the higher powers of the universe. And that was the one thing he had no doubts of, that this young woman was a servant of those powers. However, this was still his city, and there was another factor of this they had yet to discuss.

“How does Jason fit into this?”

Marinette straightened and took a deep breath before responding. Guilt and pain passed over her face, and it lingered as she spoke plainly and honestly. “Traditionally, there were three figures, the Keepers of Balance, if you want to be official about it. The Guardian, who protected the forces of nature in the kwami. The Arbiter, who judged where the forces were needed, and what actions needed to be taken. And…The Executioner, who fulfilled the Arbiter’s judgment whether it be mercy…or justice.”

Bruce felt every muscle in his body tense and harden. He felt as if Dr. Freeze had just walked into the room, because of the ice that was freezing his veins. “You want Jason, to do your killing.”

Marinette met his eyes with her own. They were as hard as his, and perhaps as sad as his. “I don’t want him anywhere near this. These roles are predestined. But in the end, we are the ones who must accept them. The only Keeper with any sort of control of the situation if the Guardian. And the last one chose me without knowing that I was also the Arbiter. Now I have to be both! I chose to accept my role as Arbiter, so I have to fulfill two cosmic roles! Roles that have driven people to insanity and death! That is the last thing I want for Jay! Shit! Even being Red Hood is better than some of the decisions I have to make! I want him as far away from this as possible, and he could do it. He can reject the role and it will go to another. But…”

Bruce untensed as he saw the tears falling from the young girl’s eyes. She must have been so tired. Bruce sighed and nodded his understanding, “But Jason will never let you face this alone. And if he didn’t want to do it, there is the strong possibility that the job will fall to you since you already fill two of the three roles. He would never let you take that chance. Force you to do the things necessary.”

“I’ve done it before,” Marinette whispered as she stared at the rock, “What was necessary.” She sniffled and looked up her gaze full of fire behind her tears. “And I’d do it again. I’d take the role if I had to. If I could spare Jay. But he has to reject it first.”

“And he won’t,” Bruce said softly. The silence that followed was heavy with the weight of what they had just said. Neither of them quite knew what to feel, except for the certain knowledge that, at last, they completely understood each other.

“You should tell him,” Marinette said dryly. “Jay, you should tell him how much you care. How you see him as your son.”

“He doesn’t want that from me,” and Bruce let all of the genuine pain of that statement show as he said it.

“Then you’re an idiot and a fool,” Marinette said, not unkindly, just honestly. “That’s all he wants from you.” And with that she left the cave.

Years later, newer members of the Justice League would watch Ladybug and Batman in wonder. The two heroes could not have been anymore different, and yet they always seemed to be perfectly in sync. They deferred to one another and respected each other, and when the two spoke in unity, every single member of the League obeyed instinctually. Then the old members would whisper stories of how the two had once hated each other. Of how they had constantly been sparing and arguing, and had almost split the League in two. The newer members would just scoff in disbelief. After all how could two leaders with such obvious mutual respect and understanding ever be anything close to enemies.

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fonulyn · 10 months ago

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So I saw your 2023 in review post and I was wondering what about fandom made you think about pulling away?

What ever you decide to do in the future I just wanted to say thank for posting your works, I've gotten into some new ships and I may or may not have gotten some shipping brainrot from some of your fics :'D

the stifling silence and lack of interaction, to put it shortly. i don't really have a lot of friends to talk to, people who'd like the same things i do, and it makes it hard to keep motivated to write anything. and writing thousands upon thousands words and then getting maybe two words in return. getting super excited to share a fic and then people aren't super excited to read it. i can't keep hyping myself up every time only to crash land moments later. i'm just worn out and tired.

but another reason is the remake. i don't want it lol. i mean, i'm sure it's good! but it's not the same. and in every sense that matters fandom-wise it's replaced the original. sure i can go play the og game anytime, like so many people say ("Just go play your original! Problem solved!") but... it's got nothing to do with the problem. the existence of the remake isn't the issue, it's its prevalence in fandom spaces. every headcanon, every fic, every piece of fanart, every meta post, every opinion, all the gushing posts... remake. and most of the time even untagged remake. and I'm so tired of it. it feels like the thing i love, the characters i love, have been wiped out of existence and replaced with these strangers (again, they're probably really good characters! but not the same characters) so it's increasingly much me watching all the other kids play in their remake sandbox while sitting with my bucket and spade digging at dirt alone (altho i do love that mental image lol :'D)

i'm not saying people can't or shouldn't enjoy it, they absolutely should, and they should have fun with it. but it's not for me. and it means I am left out, just as a fact, as a natural consequence of my own choices. still doesn't mean it doesn't suck balls. so ehh.

BUT ANYHOW. glad to hear you've enjoyed the ficcage :) thank you for the kind words!

#and idk if i'm going anywhere #every other day i am 100% done #every other day i have strength to hope #päivän peili by viikate is the song equivalent of me now :'D #i do have 2.5 fics written too this year #but let's see #i know nothing #anonymous #ask and i shall answer

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kushami-hime · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,743 times in 2022

That's 226 more posts than 2021!

924 posts created (53%)

819 posts reblogged (47%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@onetrickponi

@thebigchoo

@goodlucksnez

@thescarlettletter

I tagged 1,039 of my posts in 2022

Only 40% of my posts had no tags

#kushami asks - 365 posts

#snzblr - 227 posts

#not snz - 213 posts

#snz kink - 207 posts

#snzfucker - 202 posts

#sneeze kink - 144 posts

#snz - 100 posts

#kushami wavs - 96 posts

#snz wav - 34 posts

#b/akugou - 30 posts

Longest Tag: 100 characters

#knowing that you all care so deeply for a stranger on the internet has restored my faith in humanity

My Top Posts in 2022:

CW: Sneezing, Stifles, Wet Sneezes, Half Stifles, BakuBrats stank attitude, embarrassment, 3 noseblows.

One morning at the local hero agency, the newest generation fresh to the scene is called to a meeting by their serious colleague, Tenya Iida. Everyone is in attendance, including Ground Zero and Deku. But as they get settled in, a strong smell in the cramped room begins to set off Deku’s nose...this won’t end well.

FIRST wav since...the dragon!baku one? That was done a hot minute ago I feel like but whatever lol. I cant find the proper anon question atm and to be honest I dont remember if its the same person but when you see this, I hope it’s alright! All I remember was that someone asked for D/eku dealing with someones strong perfume either in a mission/meeting/college lecture so I went with a meeting setting. I put my own little spin on it with music from the OST and using background sounds and stuff to give it more...immersion? idk lmao.

Anyway! It’s bedtime for me but horni hours for you guys. Enjoy! <3

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After waking up with a terrible fever, D/eku finds himself being taken care of by B/akugou, who’s usual rash behavior covers up his worrisome feelings over his lovers illness.

CW: Sneezing (dur) Baku being a tsundere mother hen, bratty sick Deku, Baku getting sneezed on (twice I think?), general caretaking, you know the drill.

OK guys wtf HOW did this get so goddamn long!? This is my longest wav YET! And yet...I don’t think it lived up to the hype? Im just being hard on myself I guess, you all be the judge.

I really missed doing Deku and I got like, REALLY mess and REALLY stuffy during this wav and you can totally hear it nearer to the end/in the second half.

This was originally for THIS ask and Im sorry if it sucks (I know you said soft caretaker Baku but he’s pretty angry in the first half) but HEY its super long so there’s that? Lol. I also apologize for the quality, I had to knock it down during the export cause it was too big for Discord lol...

Anyway, um...enjoy I guess! It’s been a harsh week so Im gonna go eat something and watch anime I guess @-@

102 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

CW: SLOW BURN, B/akugou being tied up/restrained, slight BDSM vibes, feather use, a LOT of sneezing (like...a LOT) long, drawn out holdbacks/build ups, some NSFW sounds if you squint, mess/hints at a lot of mess, feather allergy, my OC Tsumeko being a real bitch to blasty boi, established Pro Hero AU, hands free stifles, forced stifles, B/akugou being loud and having an absolute potty mouth, growly noises (cause yknow angry B/akubrat), forced false starts (if thats a thing), B/akugou being winded/out of breath on a few occassions, cameo from T/odoroki and D/eku at the end, shirt being used as a tissue/noseblowing into shirt.

CHARACTERS DEPICTED ARE IN PRO HERO AU AND ARE 25+!

K/atsuki wakes up tied to a support beam in a structurally unsound building seemingly underground. When he realizes his captor is a well known thief he's been chasing for weeks, he's completely seeing red. Will he be able to tough it out against her strange test of endurance or crack under the pressure with a weakness he didn't even know he had?

Holy fuck guys...this shit is the length of a full on anime episode and idk whether to be proud of myself or ashamed like...idk what to think. All I know is that a LOT of anons wanted this wav and well...here it is lol. It took like 3 - 4 weeks of repeat sessions of JUST sneezing and also holdback training if you will. Most of them were seperate but 90% of the holdbacks in this are 100% real so enjoy my genuine battle against fresh vials of Chinknii xux;

I'm also sort of on the fence with this one, cause it's been a hot minute since I've done a B/akugou wav and I pretty much forgot how to sneeze like him, and I rerecorded certain sneezes but without much improvement so sorry about that u.u Hopefully they get better as I do a few more wavs with him coming up.

SO! Um...hopefully this does some numbers cause I have to be up early and I stayed up to finish this and um...yeah! Im gonna go pass out now-

102 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

CW: Nose blowing, wet sneezes, sniffling, buildups/hitching breaths, somewhat horny Bakubrat, very teasing and dominant/demanding! Listener is in a servant position so there’s that if you’re into domestic servitude lmao

After a long day away from the palace, B/akugou returns from an outing drenched in freezing rain, and sneezing almost uncontrollably. He claims he’s fine...typical B/akugou. But once Y/N pesters him enough, he admits that he may have caught himself an awful illness by the name of Dragon Fever. With human blood running through their veins, Y/N is immune to this disease, so it’s up to them to nurse the suddenly teasing and feverish king back to health...

AS YOU CAN SEE, this file was too big and too horni for tumblr so I had to use soundcloud instead. A lot of people have been waiting for this, so I really REALLY hope it came out OK. You guys know Im too hard on myself these days like, ugh. The self loathing is so real...

But, it’s here. And I’ll probably take some time to write scripts and maaaaybe write a short fic? I dunno yet, Im really tired, lol Enjoy!

Minors DNI. Non-Kink blogs DO NOT REBLOG! Love you guys!

103 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

A shy, nerdy type of guy you've been friends with for so long that you've decided to tell about your kink. He thinks nothing of it, even reassures you that it's natural and it's not weird at all! He even totally forgets it...even as he's struggling with his usual hayfever.

You can't help but squirm as he's humiliating himself by struggling to fish out his used tissues to wipe his streaming nose, holding back his sneezes with messy half stifles into his hands. He looks down at the shiny mess in his palms as he hides himself from you, flushed red in the face. That's when he remembers.

"W-wait...y-you...l-like this sort of thing...don't you?"

133 notes - Posted March 25, 2022

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