#even then i still prefer plotting and relationship establishing

[rnnsdrms]

f1 drivers and popular romance tropes: charles leclerc !!

DEAREST READER. hello there! while waiting for the two-week break to end, i needed a little f1 headcanon/scenario to heal me from the famine. anyway, here’s for the leclerc fans out there! it’s funny that i’m posting his first when i actually finished oscar’s first 😂 i hope you’ll enjoy~ for more drivers, you can see my masterlist at the end of the post !

CONTENT WARNINGS. no warnings. just a heads-up that i am an 18+ blog and i prefer only adults visit my profile page. if you’re a minor, you can still read this work since it’s sfw. so, i hope everyone out there is being honest with themselves. oh, probably my fucked up english grammar because why do i care it’s pure vibes !

WORD COUNT. 998 words (ugh, so close to 1k) !

I debated with this idea, but after some time, I decided that mutual pining suits Charles Leclerc better. There is so much potential for slow-burn and comedy. It’s the kind of story where there’s already an established sense of familiarity between you and Charles, one that has existed for as long as either of you can remember. But it has never crossed into anything as intimate as being ‘lovers’. Sure, both your groups of friends always comment about how the two of you argue like a married couple and suggest you should just make it official already, but you and Charles dodge these accusations as swiftly as an F1 driver dodging a collision course.

While you and Charles may eye-roll or stick your tongue out at the sight of each other, both of you secretly wish for something more. Yet, neither dares to make a move, fearing the loss of the bond binding you and him. The platonic relationship between you and him feels comfortable, and disrupting that would seem like the foolish move of the century. So, to preserve it, you’re quick to ignore your feelings, and he does the same. As a result, pent-up, endearing emotions often spill out in the form of silly banter and subtle jealousy. The sneaky glances across the room and the lame lies told when either of you got caught staring seem endless. This routine is no different to playing a song on repeat: it’s the only thing that you’re both fixated on, apparently. At this point, provoking each other just to see what kind of reaction the other can elicit can be considered a love language. You think he’s just being annoying as usual, while he thinks you’re unbearably nosy–and it doesn’t help that he has heard of the ‘you want to kiss me so bad’ meme and he has used it against you every single time you are about to start an argument with him.

Charles Leclerc, despite being a multiple Grand Prix winner and has earned himself many titles–The Prince of Ferrari, The King of Monza, The Sun of Maranello, The Predestined–he still can’t officially call himself ‘your boyfriend’. It’s pathetic and it pisses him off. Currently one of the best drivers on the F1 grid, he has placed himself among legendary rivals, and yet, he can’t seem to place himself on the same bed as yours. Although his fame attracts the attention of high-profile celebrities and influencers, Charles has his thoughts and eyes only on you, even when he is currently surrounded by them. You, on the other hand, love to torture yourself by watching him sitting and talking with glamorous models–or just pretty women in general. He says it’s an occupational hazard, but the way you see it–or rather, feel it–it is more of an emotional hazard to you. But you’re not just going to sit around and drink your sorrows away. No. You’re going to greet and chat with his driver friends … but him.

His eyes narrow dangerously whenever he sees you hanging out with another man, even with his fellow F1 driver friends. But he starts losing his cool when he sees one of them initiate physical contact with you. While you’re giving them your best smile and laughter, Charles is already plotting how to commit a massacre on the next circuit. When you notice that he’s beginning to space out, you decide to approach him, incoming snide remarks already up your sleeve to torment Ferrari’s golden boy.

‘So,’ you start, taking the long-awaited empty seat beside him, ‘is she going to be your next in-chi-dent? Or just another pit stop?’

‘What? I’m the most charming guy in the room. I can’t help if all the ladies want a piece of me.’

‘Oh, please.’ You roll your eyes, ‘you’re about as charming as a stalled-out engine on a race day.’ You add, taking a sip of your drink.

A grin spreads across Charles’ thin lips as he leans closer to you–his chin barely above your shoulder. ‘Is that so? Funny, because I thought I’m just like Ferrari–impossible to resist.’

You try to repress the blush that is beginning to creep up your cheeks by staring at him dead in the eyes. ‘Well, since you are a Ferrari, then I guess I’m the safety car. Always having to slow you down when you get too full of yourself.’

The slight shock on Charles’ face gives you immense satisfaction, and you don’t try to hide it. But he is also quick to gain composure.

‘Or maybe, you’re just the chequered flag I’ve been racing toward all along ...’ He said, but his words seem to trail off in the wind.

It catches you off guard, and you stare at him with a questioning look, only to see Charles’ green eyes gazing at you tenderly. Oh, you hate it so much when he looks at you like that.

‘Nice try.’ You quickly cover your raging emotions with a smirk. ‘But you’re still stuck in the pits.’

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i have. very specific muses i can jump right into a ship with. xayah is not one of them ajsflkd;ja

[akanemnon]

HAAAAAAAY AKANE :3

How are you?? (Gosh, more ppl should ask you that, you're a human afterall)

On the 1st is my bday :3

BUT

I got a silly gift for you :3

You're even invited to my bday

You'll get a piece of (digital TwT) cake :3

And a special message.

I don't care if you won't see that post.

I just want you to know :3

PLUS GENUINE ASK (actually asking smt this time ha)

Would you rather:

Have no more chocolate for the rest of your life.

Or

Spoil the entirety of Twin Runes/ The Other Script.

Chose wisely.

Okay and another question bcz you're good at writing (I guess, I mean you make some VERY GOOD comics)

How do you think I should traumatize someone that got possessed by someone that wants to kill her friends and bf? (I need a bit of ideas and I'm in need of an expert in writing)

Sorry, I can't be serious for five seconds.

In my defense your honor, I'm a silly goose. 🪿

Btw what's your opinion on Murder Drones?

I saw it two weeks ago and it got me hooked.

If you didn't watch it, I'm recommending it!!! :3

Sorry for the long ask.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

As for your question(s) 1) I'm actually not the biggest fan of chocolate (I prefer savory over sweet flavors). I still like it, but I'm not crazy about it. So I gottta go with no chocolate for the rest of my life. Sorry for everyone who wanted to be spoiled lol.

2) When it comes to writing drama and trauma, it's always a save bet to go for something that is a character's sore spot. Something that is already a part of the character itself. People always say I'm traumatizing these characters, though what I use for the story are plot and character details that were already established in some way in the games theselves (or through some other means). I'm not conjuring anything up out of thin air. As an example:

For Frisk I used their past attempted No Mercy Run (which is something you just can do in the game)

For Ralsei I used his fear of the Roaring and his need of the Player (as seen at the end of Chapter 2 and how he tries to guide the Player through Kris)

For Susie I used her past bullying antics against Kris (as seen in Noelle's blog post)

And well Chara... Chara is kind of self-explainatory at this point.

Kris' sore spot(s) are tackled ALL throughout the comic itself (the fear of being replaced, the fear of inadequacy, the fear of losing control...) It all ties into their relationship with the Player that you can already gather from the two Chapters we have.

3) I have not watched Murder Drones. Never really had the time for it.

[mlm-writer]

Tears of Lust (Dick Grayson x M!Reader)

Pairing: Dick Grayson aka Nightwing (YJ ver.) x Demon!Male!Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 3447 POV: Second Summary: If a demon is not majority of their time in hell, they get a rut once a year. You try to keep your human boyfriend out of your ‘weird’ demon things, but Dick has never wanted to be involved more. Note: Writing so many Young Justice fics and I don’t even remember the plot anymore. Should rewatch that some time. Sequel here. Tags: smut, ruts, heavy dacryphilia, we are entering monsterfucker territory, established relationship, super long tongue, anallingus, deep penetration, bit of magic, overstimulation, degradation, slight dumbification (?), maybe a bit humiliation???, breeding, throatfucking, pleasure dom reader, begging, anal fingering, anal fucking, and still sweet I promise, reader is so in looooove

Hell could go fuck itself. The cold of Earth was easy to deal with when you had three blankets wrapped around you. Usually it took that and a thick hoodie to keep you at your preferred temperature, but as your eyes stayed trained on the TV in front of you, sweat gathered on your back. You frowned and removed one of the blankets, only now noticing your leg had been bouncing this whole time. A sigh left you as you saw what time of the year it was again. 

You had no time to think about the arrangements you needed to make. You could hear Dick fumble with his keys outside the door. From the way the keys jingled, you could tell he had his hands full of groceries again. You paused the TV with a snap of your fingers and strutted over to the door, blankets around you like a cloak. When you opened the door, you were greeted with the exact sight you were expecting. 

Grocery bags hung from Dick’s wrists. You took them all with one hand, the other holding the blankets around you. “Are we hosting a dinner party? Why did you buy so much,” you questioned as you easily carried the bags inside and put them on the kitchen island. You pushed one of the plastic bags open to peer inside, seeing a lot of ice cream inside.

“Because this year, you are spending your rut here with me,” Dick replied in a matter-of-fact tone, like you had already agreed to do that, but you had forgotten. You froze. With a slow breath you turned around to see Dick leisurely taking his shoes off. The idea alone was enough to shorten the time for your rut to arrive. 

“Since when do you know about that?” Your words were all carefully picked, spoken slowly with a weight hanging on each of them. When Dick approached you to give you his usual welcome kiss, you took a step back, not allowing him to change the subject. 

Dick looked hurt, but his patience seemed to be endless with you. He did not try to get closer and instead walked over to the kitchen island to get started on putting the groceries away. “It is kind of hard not to notice that you have a ‘business trip’ every year around the same time. I did some digging in the Justice League database…” Dick paused, staring at the canned soup in his hand as if it offended him. “Why did you never tell me?” His eyes raised up to meet yours, the look of disappointment no longer directed at the chicken soup, but at you instead. 

You swallowed and sat down at one of the barstools, unconsciously picking the one that put some distance between you and your partner. “The ruts just occur because I don’t spend the majority of my time in hell anymore. I know how much you value monogamy, so I just go back and tough it out,” you defended yourself, afraid Dick thought you were secretly fucking people on the side. Now holding a huge bottle of lube, Dick gave you the side eye. You understood immediately that you were not answering his question. “I was afraid you would think it too much. You’ve been dealing with so much. I was afraid another demon thing would be asking too much of you.” You held your head high, owning up to your shortcomings. The fact that Dick had bought all this stuff was enough proof that you had been wrong. “I’m sorry, I should have thought more highly of you.” 

Dick sighed, putting down the cup noodles he had just retrieved from one of the plastic bags. “Apology accepted,” he muttered, before looking at you again. He then paused. “But wait, you’re not gonna tell me your rut is dangerous or something? No ‘oh I might lose control and I don’t wanna hurt you’ or something? You’re just going to let me?” You chuckled and shed the blankets, so you could more easily circle the kitchen island to wrap your arms around your lover’s waist. 

Dick twisted his head to kiss you and you happily complied. After a short kiss, you started helping Dick with the shopping. “You’ll be fine. I’m centuries old now. I won’t be an unstoppable animal. 

The apartment was made rut-proof by Dick and you did not have the heart to tell him that the Justice League database might contain some anti-demon propaganda, because some of the preparations were even beyond your comprehension. Dick had stored away all breakable items. Your cabinets were full of cereal for some reason. What was up with that? 

You enjoyed the cold temperature Dick preferred for once as you lounged on the couch with Dick snuggled up beside you. You wanted him ten minutes ago, but he was so cosied up that you felt bad if you were to turn off the TV just to fuck him senseless. You thought you were doing well until Dick spoke up. “You’ve been hard since like five minutes into this episode. When are you carrying me to the bedroom?” He had said it so casually, like he wanted an actual answer like ‘oh around 10pm’ or ‘after this episode ends’. However, you knew better than that. This was your lover’s way of saying ‘take me now’. 

You did not even bother turning the TV off. In a flash, you had Dick off the couch and in your arms. With a shadow dash you were in the bedroom in an instant. Dick bounced on the mattress as you threw him onto the bed. There was no room for words as your clothes ripped and you captured Dick’s lips mid-transformation. “Sorry,” you mumbled between filthy kisses, “I can’t maintain my human form during the rut.” 

“I know,” Dick replied, hands grabbing at the muscles that tore through the fabrics. He helped rid you of the confines you found yourself in. He reached for your cock, but you grabbed his hand, gathering the other one as well to pin them both above his head. “Holy shit, this is so hot,” he said in a breathy chuckle, his face stretched in an excited smile. 

You held his wrists above his head with a single, large hand, while you took his lips between your fangs. You gently toyed with them, before sliding your long, thick tongue into Dick’s mouth. He moaned like a pornstar. You could smell his arousal, his excitement and his precum leaking inside his underwear. 

Normally you would play with him more, but not today. You had a hunger that had to be satiated, so you penetrated his throat with your tongue and with a snap of your fingers, got rid of Dick’s clothes. The textiles evaporated like water on the stove and you were pretty sure Dick had no idea you could even do that, but he was too busy deepthroating your tongue to care. You fed him your saliva, thinking he could use the aphrodisiac effects of it to get through the night. When you finally let his mouth go, Dick was gasping for air. He looked happy as he was panting on the bed.

You grabbed his ankles and flipped him over like a pancake. Dick was giggling like a school girl seeing her crush. He followed your lead, allowing you to put a pillow under his hips. Your huge hands could fit a round cheek in each of them as you pulled them apart, revealing Dick’s plugged little hole. “Why does it seem like you’re the one going through a rut?” You scolded him teasingly as you lightly tugged at the plug. You pulled a little bit out, just to push it back in. Dick was humming in reply, loving the nails that were leaving animalistic marks on his bum. 

“I am promised a whole couple of days of endless fucking. How can I not be excited?” You gave his butt a light slap as a sort of reprimand, but Dick just seemed to enjoy it. Eventually, you had enough of just watching his hole stretch over the plug and you pulled it out roughly. Dick gasped, the sound dissolving into a cry as your tongue entered his slick hole. Your senses got filled by your lover. His scent was like gasoline on the fire that produced your hormones. His cries, as you swirled your tongue around inside him, were like an open tap above a clogged sink that was already full of lust. His taste… My god, his taste was like the first time you hit the high on drugs and everything feels so good and you feel like you could stay in the moment forever, never wanting to return to normal life. 

Little by little, your tongue penetrated him deeper and deeper. Dick was humping the pillow underneath him and letting out small cries of pleasure. You did not know how long it took for Dick to take it all, but by the time you had all 20 inches of your tongue inside him, Dick was desperately humping the pillow and your face. “Feels so good, so good,” he kept muttering, body overtaken by pleasure. He seemed to be unable to think of anything else but his upcoming orgasm. You helped him fuck himself on your tongue, your claws leaving bruises on his ass. When you could feel him on the edge, you pulled him close and started violently wiggling your tongue inside him. 

Dick groaned as your tongue milked him through his first orgasm. No amount of twitching and squirming could free him from your grasp. His cum had long stained the pillow, but you did not stop, pressing on all his sensitive spots repeatedly. “Please, baby! Mercy! Please!” None of those words have ever been your safeword, so you kept going. 

Dick’s voice reached a crescendo as you kept stimulating him. He was near-screaming when you smelled it, the thing you needed most. You retracted your tongue and climbed over Dick. He fell on the bed like a puppet with its strings cut. You grabbed him by the hair and forced his head up. There they were, glistening on a line from his eyes down his cheeks. You licked the tears off his cheeks, before giving him an appreciative kiss on the lips. “Why?” Dick shuddered, eyes hooded and a quiver in his lips as he struggled with just a single syllable. 

You grinned down at him and caressed his pretty face. “I’m disappointed you didn’t study better,” you mockingly cooed at him as you moved. You sat down against the headboard, gently lifting Dick to sit in your lap. “You just read you were gonna get fucked and your dumbwhore brain just turned off, didn’t it?” You whispered as you scooted him forward until his dick was flush against yours. He was fully flaccid, but you did not need him to be hard at all. Dick nodded with his mouth slightly open, arousal painted on his face. You morphed one of your clawed hands into a more human shape, something without any sharp edges. You did not harm Dick as you inserted a single, thick finger inside him. His breath got stuck in his throat and he fell forward against you. You held him cradled against your chest as you thrusted that single finger inside him. “I’ll try to explain in a way my dumb little slut will understand,” you whispered, adoring how he had his hands in fists resting against your chest. “If I spend a rut with a human, the only thing that will satisfy me are tears produced during sex,” you entered another finger, “now most demons would choose some barbaric way to get those, but me… I have you.” You curled your digits, finding Dick’s prostate with ease. Whether it was your hellish nature or due to how well you knew him, you were not sure, but you always found it right when you were looking for it. 

Dick writhed against you as you rubbed his prostate relentlessly. “I’m going to make you feel so good, my love,” you promised, “I’m going to melt your brain with pleasure, so all that is left of you when I’m done is a pretty, mindless, little fuckslut.” Your dirty words hurled Dick towards his second orgasm. He was biting his lips until the very end, where a loud moan broke his silence. His limp cock poured his cum over your hard length, but even when that little bit of cum ran out, you held him in place with one hand, while violating his prostate with the other. 

Dick wailed in pleasure, but you could tell he was on that border of where too much pleasure was indistinguishable from pain. He gripped your shoulders, blunt nails digging in you as he seemed to hold on for dear life. He raised his head, eyes big and pleading. “Please, please, please,” he cried out. It did not take long for his limp cock to twitch in another attempt at spilling cum over you, but it was too soon and Dick had nothing to give, except the big, juicy tears that started pouring from his eyes. You leaned down, lapping them up as you continued your assault. Dick’s whole body was shaking at your onslaught. “Stop, please!” Dick eventually screamed. That was not the safeword, but you understood he needed a break, so you pulled your fingers out of him, while licking the last of his tears off his face. 

Dick leaned against you, still sobbing. You wrapped your arms around him, stroking his back gently. Everytime a tear escaped him, your tongue automatically darted out to lap it up. “Shh, you did well, rest a little,” you cooed. You waited patiently as his breathing slowed, until Dick eventually let his hand wander down to take a good grasp of you. He stroked your cock lazily, spreading his own cum over your length. 

You lifted your lover up and turned around, sitting him against the headboard. You stood on the bed, looming over him with your big cock pressed against his cheek. “Ready for more?” You asked with a wolfish grin. Dick responded by taking the head of your cock in his mouth. You let Dick ease into it on his own, watching as he went from sucking the head to licking it all over, eating his own cum off your cock. However, your patience was not endless. You grabbed him by the jaw and let a finger trace along where his head and neck connected. Dick felt the tingle of the spell that temporarily disabled his gag reflex. He understood and his mouth fell open, eyes looking up at you expectantly. 

You braced yourself against the wall and leaned forward to shove your cock inside Dick’s mouth as far as it would go. Though he could no longer gag, there were still limits to his human body, so it was simply impossible for him to take you balls deep. Not that it mattered. His throat bulged and you moved back again, gently fucking his throat at first. Dick kept looking up at you with those obedient eyes as if he had accepted his fate as permanent cocksleeve. It was hard to keep the pace gentle. Before you knew it, you were fucking his throat like it was all he was, just a cocksleeve. “Look at you, just taking my cock down your throat like you’re a human fleshlight,” you grunted as you pushed in a little past what you knew was Dick’s usual limit. His eyes watered, but he could not gag. When you pulled out, he gasped for air. While he was panting, you leaned down to lick the tears off his face that had formed. 

Then you did it again and again, alternating between degrading Dick while you fucked his throat and letting him breathe while you sated your hunger with his tears. It was so hot, your lover taking it so well. However, you did not want to cum in his mouth or on his face. There was only one place your cum belonged. You pulled out and grabbed his hair, savouring the tears, before you roughly manhandled him onto his back. You bent him in two, knowing how flexible he was. Dick put his feet behind his head, hands on his ass to show you the best view. With a swipe of your thumb over his hole, Dick’s ass started producing slick based on how aroused he was. It was unsurprising that he immediately started leaking like you had already bred him full. 

“Such a good, dumb, bitch. Look how fucking horny you are, even after I made you cum 3 times. You’re leaking like a slut.” Dick had no reply, not that he would have been able to say anything while you rammed your cock inside him. The slide was easy, but the stretch was so sudden. You did not start out with gentle thrusts this time, wanting it to hurt a little. 

Dick had been prepped, but there was no amount of fingering that made taking your cock not bordering between pain and pleasure. He threw his head back, moaning and whining. “Breed me, please, please, I need to be full, please,” he begged and begged in between your harsh thrusts. The wall got a beating too as the headboard slammed against it and the bed creaked under you. Dick could not stop begging. You were tethering on the edge, but you wanted to see him cum once more. 

Dick’s hard member twitched against his stomach. Not a single touch had been required. You grabbed Dick by the back of his head and pressed your foreheads together. “Cum for me, now.”

Dick shook his head as much as he could in your grip. “Together, please,” he begged, tears already forming in the corners of his eyes. You gave him an evil smile that showed your disagreement. “Please, you’ll keep going, I don’t know if I can…” 

You cut him off with your free hand that grasped his cock. “I said now,” you growled. He howled as you mercilessly fucking him to orgasm with your hand and cock. You were impressed by the two drops of cum that still managed to come out of his cock. And then, of course, you kept going, fucking him balls deep while you stroked his cock. Dick screamed, his legs coming down, but between your foreheads pressed together and your cock in his ass, he had nowhere to go. He begged, a string of “please” endlessly spilling from his mouth. He writhed. He cried. His tears were delicious, filled with lust, desperation and pleasure. 

You could not get enough of it, the flavour consisted of the most exquisite mixture of emotions that you ever tasted. However, you were not untouchable yourself. Dick came again, his ass spasming around your cock and your knot inflated, locking you in as you spilled your seed deep inside Dick. He could feel it, crying out as his walls were even stretched more by the influx of cum. You let go of his cock, watching his belly that clearly showed the outline of your cock inflate a little. 

You wrapped his legs around your hips, trying to make him as comfortable as he could be, while waiting for your knot to go down. Meanwhile, you licked the remaining tears off him and stroked his hair. “There you go, so good for me, my love,” you whispered. You pecked his cheek, concerned by how Dick was still shaking and looking like he fought seven planets worth of evil aliens at once. His eyes were still closed, mouth open to catch his breath. “Say something, my love,” you murmured, concerned by his silence. 

Dick’s body went slack and he finally opened his eyes to look at you. “Promise me something,” he spoke softly, voice a little hoarse. You nodded and let your hands wander, giving him gentle touches all over to comfort him. “I can’t actually die from too much pleasure, right?” 

You tried to hold back your laughter, knowing that too much movement would be really hard on Dick’s ass right now. “Silly boy,” you mused as you leaned down for a loving kiss. Dick could not do much right now, but he still tried to reciprocate. “I would never let anything happen to my special human.” 

Dick smiled and nodded. “Good, good…” He clearly wanted to say more, but did not have the energy for it. You did not press; he needed his energy for later.

[chososdiscordkitten]

Toji Zenin In Bed.

Pairing: Toji x Afab!reader Content: No plot, just porn. use of doll, baby, prone bone, choking (?), oral (F&M), fingering(F), established relationship, implied multiple rounds, just overall how I think he throws down.

(a.n) one of my favorites out of the how jjk men fuck, personally.

MDNI

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Prep with Toji was something you thought you had to ask for- thinking that he’d fuck you not caring if it hurt. But if you were in a relationship- he'd prep you even if you didn't ask. So he would, ‘for your sake’ he’d say. Toji would let out feigned groans of annoyance. Almost treating it as a chore at times. But when he got into it- he'd make sure you were well stretched to take him. As impatient as I think he’d be, he'd still find the patience to tease you.

Toji preferred to eat you out, lazily lapping at your clit as your hands threatened to pull his hair. “You asked for this-” he’d mumble against you with a smile, taking a thick finger and circling the tip against your entrance. Feeling your fingers press harshly against his scalp, “Fuckkk-” with a drawn moan you looked down. Mouth agape as he pressed his middle finger into you, slowly working it back and forth. 

Not even licking faster against your clit, he made you squirm from a few sloppy opened mouth licks. With furrowed eyebrows you bucked your cunt up to his mouth- hoping he'd grant you the decency of being nice. Only for him to pull away from your cunt, making you let out a small whine, “And you call me impatient.” he’d smile before wrapping his lips around your clit. Blinking his eyes closed as his finger made small pumps inside of you.

Making sure you were close- thighs threatening to push against the sides of his head, face churned in pure pleasure, your hands gripping tightly on his hair. All you needed was one push before you were crushed with the waves of an orgasm. But Toji being well- Toji, he pulled his mouth from your clit- making your back unarch and an exaggerated groan leave your lips. Making him look up at you with a pie eating grin- happy to edge you if you kept being a brat.

“You're so mean~” you'd pout, feeling him press sloppy kisses to the plush of your thighs, “You like when I’m mean.” he retorted, sinking his teeth onto the skin of your thigh. The teasing smile on your lips falling when he pressed his mouth back to your clit, slipping his middle finger from your cunt and pressing it to the neighboring one- feeling one of the hands on his head brush strands of charcoal colored hair from his brow bone. Admiring the sight of the brutish man between your thighs.

And when Toji was feeling nice- he'd let you cum. And cum, again and again. Isn't that what you wanted? Relishing the feeling of your cunt gushing onto his chin, scissoring his fingers to be sure you wouldn't complain of it hurting later.  

Toji rarely asks for you to blow him- not seeing the point in it. Once again showing that impatience. He knew why he had to prep you- but there was no need for you to make a mess of your lips just for his own pleasure.

But when you’d offer- when you'd crawl between his knees as he watched a game, pouting eyes looking up at his scary figure. Roaming hands on his thighs, making him look down at you- all but asking ‘what d'ya want.’ with a cocked brow- All he needed to see was that little smile you gave him, and that glimmer in your eye and he knew you wanted something to suck on.

So he’d offer his fingers first- trailing his calloused thumb on your bottom lip. Dragging it down slightly, parting your lips to invite him, wrapping your plump lips around his thumb and sucking lightly. Making him watch you with a focused gaze, pulling your lips from his thumb, pressing light kisses to the side of his pointer finger. His lips parted as he watched you- “Aren't you a doll.” he scoffed; almost in disbelief, seeing you press a kiss to the tips of his middle and pointer finger. 

Tongue poking out a bit from your lips as you pressed the tips of his fingers to it. Taking his other hand and gently palming his twitching cock in his sweats. Making you suck on his thick fingers with even more excitement. Your greedy hand landing atop his- urging him to hurry.

Toji would gladly let his cock harden in your mouth- “You want it so bad?” he'd say, pulling out the semi that formed in his sweats by just looking at you. Not even tilting his head down to look at you now- he watched you with flickering eyes from the tv back to you. Toji liked to pretend your mouth didn't make him feel much. Not wanting to give you the satisfaction of knowing he could cum from just your mouth.

Oh but when your hand would caress his heavy balls full of what you were looking for- and greedily suck his fat tip? Toji couldn't help but reward you with a few grunts, muttering small curses as his head threatened to tip back onto the couch. “That's it baby-” is all you needed to hear from him to keep going, swirling your tongue around his tip as you eased yourself down his shaft. Wanting him to cum into your throat instead of making a mess. 

Various low moans and muttered praises fueled the need to make him cum. And with a sinister smile- cock deep in your throat ignoring the brimming tears in your eyes, his balls contorting in your palm as louder groans slipped from his lips. You felt small dribbles of his seed trickle down your throat. Fucked out expression on your face as Toji looked down to you- Letting out a huff with a smile, seeing your throat gulp. Drinking all the seed he gave you- 

And just to be sure, as your lips dragged up his shaft, satisfied hums from Toji’s lips as your lips halted at the edge of his tip. Tongue pushing against the small v below it. Humming as your lips sucked harshly. Making him to hiss at your greedy tongue, low eyes looking at you as his hips threatened to buck back into your throat. Biting his lip as you let his tip pop from your lips, smiling as your hand pushed his shaft to your cheek. Feeling it pulse against you, “Tsk- So greedy.” he hummed, trying to feign annoyance at your need to please him.

His favorite position would be prone bone. No debate there, he liked being able to cage you into one place, having easy access to your neck. Never hesitating to sink his teeth into the delicate skin on your shoulder. Toji liked the position so much that doggy would be an easy segway into putting you into that position. 

What he liked most was how deep he was able to fuck you, pillow holding your hips up at the perfect angle. Dripping cunt making him let out a breathless sigh. He liked pulling your neck up, making your back arch harshly. The tip of his cock pressing against your entrance, everything inside of him telling him to bottom out immediately. But the sight of your flushed expression, eyebrows pinched as you awaited him, always made him want to be nice to you.

So as he scanned your face, his lips would part- harsh hand holding you up by your throat. A smirk would creep onto the corner of his scarred lip. Hips slowly rolling into you- making a choked whine fall from your lips at the stretch. Knowing it would feel worse if he had taken any less time to prep you.

Toji tries to be gentle for you- but again. That impatience rears its ugly head at him and makes that man shiver. 

A few slow rolls of his hips is all the kindness he could muster in those moments. With a low gulp he dragged his fat cock from your cunt, choked moans forced from your strained throat as your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. You saw small blurs in your vision when his hips snapped against your ass. 

Your hand that tried aiding the strain on your torso reached up to grab his wrist. Feeling his tip nuzzled deep inside of you, using the bed to his advantage. Bouncing his cock in and out of you shallowly, making sure to angle his hips to the spot he knew you liked him to pay so much attention to. The slapping of his hips against your ass making a smile form on your face from how filthy they sounded. Toji leaned his head down beside yours, lips curled into a cruel smile as his unforgiving cock made your eyes twist to different directions. “You like it that much baby?” he mindlessly huffed, feeling your cunt squeeze around him at the heat invading your ear. With clenched teeth you managed to open your eyes, looking up at the ceiling hazily. ‘Yesyesyes-’ you whined through clenched teeth, without permission and babbled sure. But you wanted him to know he was doing a stellar job.

He isn't much for dirty talk- but he let out a few grunts in the sound of curses when he was close. Thankful that you couldn't see his unfurrowed eyebrows and scrunched nose. “F-fuck-” he huffed with a low groan, the quick pace he took stuttering against your skin- and your whines and breathy moans didn’t help.

Toji’s eyes fluttered closed, straightening his back as he focused on trying to keep a steady pace. Only for your other hand to reach back to him, cracking his eyes open- his blush spreading on his chest as he let out heavy breaths. Taking the hand that was on your hip and grasping onto your reaching hand, holding it tightly was all he needed to feel himself succumb to the wave crashing through his body. 

Sloppy imprecise thrusts as he fucked his cum deeper into you. The hand on your throat easing up, allowing you to let out satisfied hums as he rode himself down. With one last deep stroke Toji’s hips relaxed, inhaling deeply as he pulled his softening cock from you. Lazy eyes looking down at your back, releasing your neck from his rough hand and tossing himself beside you. 

Pulling you to turn over on his chest as he closed his eyes. Feeling your breathy lips brush against his chest, pressing small kisses to his plentiful pecs. Aftershocks trembling through his body in small waves, coming close to drifting off to sleep but he felt you staring. Blinking open his eyes unknowing how much time had passed. Seeing you look at him with a glimmer in your eye. 

Toji huffed, “Again?” he asked with feigned annoyance. Knowing you all too well. A sinister smile creeping on your lips as he sighed. You only placed an opened mouth hiss to his sternum, “I can't keep up with you-” he smiled, enjoying the idea that you couldn't get enough of him.

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this has been in my drafts for an unforgivable amount of time. I can't just let this collect dust.

[ihavethedreamies]

Banana | Juicy Fruit | Jeno

Lee Jeno - NCT Dream

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~1.9k

Pairing: Jeno x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Established Relationship, Porn without Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! Receiving), Deep Throating/Face-Fucking, Daddy Kink (oopsie), Soft Dom! Jeno, Big Dick! Jeno, Sex on the Coffee Table, Sex on the Floor, Unprotected Sex (Don’t!!)

Summary: Bananas are already sexually viewed, let alone when you add some chocolate syrup…

Author's Note: This series was supposed to be of drabbles, but as you can see this is way too long to be considered that.

This is only vaguely based off of Smoothie…I say this because I got the idea for a fruit theme, but past that its unrelated.

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You almost never ate a banana. Even if you did, you preferred it cut up with some other fruits and berries. Eating a banana in a…normal way, often led to giggles and dirty thoughts. Mostly because all of your friends were men in their early-twenties but still acted like middle schoolers. So, in the privacy of your own home, you finally allowed yourself to eat the yellow fruit. When Jeno came over to spend the weekend, your boyfriend noticed the bundle on your kitchen counter. They were still a little green on the ends which meant you had gotten them recently. He sniggered a bit immediately, imagining you eating one. He laughed more because he could see your stern glare, aimed at him to warn him not to say anything. It was incredibly unlikely you would eat one like a "normal" person, which was good for him for two reasons. One, he wouldn't have to worry about making fun of your snack choice, and two he wouldn't have to deal with the consequence of your beating him up for said teasing.

"Princess?" He called out to you, you were probably in your room. Normally when he came over you would be waiting in the living room, but you were nowhere in sight.

"I'm in the bathroom!" He heard your reply in the distance, so he went down the hall, the door to said room open. When he peaked around the doorframe, you were sitting on the edge of the tub. There was a shallow pool of water filling the basin, both of your feet resting inside.

"You okay?" He sat next to you, just facing the other way. Jeno touched the water with his finger and cringed at the cold.

"I spilled my coffee…" You huffed sheepishly, your boyfriend cooed at you in pity.

"Oh, princess." He turned more toward you, so he was able to rest the side of his jaw on your shoulder. His soft black hair tickled your cheek as you rested it on the crown of his head.

"I think they soaked long enough. I don't think they're burned." You moved to pull your feet out and he stood so he could help you. Even the soles hurt since the hot liquid had puddled and you stepped in it while trying to recoil. When Jeno saw you wince he sneered at your feet, how dare they hurt you. You let out a soft yelp as his arms easily lifted you like the princess, he treated you as and he carried you to the living room. Gently letting you down on the couch he asked if you wanted a snack.

"I got some bananas, could you get me one and the bottle of chocolate syrup?" You motioned toward the kitchen, and he eagerly left to get it, trying to hide his expression. If he was too obvious about forcing himself not to watch you eat, you would notice, but at the same time, if he did watch, you would also notice. He was in a pickle…which then made him thinking about eating a pickle and his brain was unraveling in his skull. As he looked at the bundle of bananas to find the best looking one, he snickered to himself as he picked the biggest one out and then got the bottle of chocolate sauce out of the fridge. He came back with your requested snack as well as your box of Rice Krispie Treats. You had already put on some drama you had been casually rewatching and he tried to occupy himself with eating his snack. You peeled the yellow fruit about halfway, the peel flopping over your hand. Jeno watched out of the corner of his eye as you popped the lid of the bottle open and drizzled the syrup onto the fruit. He was insanely glad that at least the liquid was the color it was, it would be all over but the crying if it was white. A scene caught your attention, so you just held it in your hand, the chocolate dripping down over the pale yellow and your boyfriend's head started to swim. Were you planning this? Maybe not, because when you finally took a bite, it was aggressive, and it made him cringe. That helped at least. You made it worse again though because you halted your next bite midway through, just having your lips wrapped around it, enamored with the scene. He did not care, nor did he remember what was playing, his eyes too focused on your mouth. The chocolate had mixed some with your saliva and thinned to the point it dripped, missing the peel and landing on your hand. You grunted in realization, pulling the fruit out, light teeth marks left, and licked the chocolate off your hand. You must have felt his gaze because your eyes flicked up to meet his and he chuckled, trying to mask his smoldering gaze with humor.

"You're going to make a mess." He playfully scolded and you were fooled by his ruse. You sneered back in jest and made an annoyed noise as the syrup began to flow down the banana more. Jeno had to bite his tongue not to groan when your tongue left your mouth to lick up the banana, catching the chocolate so it didn't drip any further. You were going to kill him if you kept going. The final straw was when you put nearly half of the rest of the banana in your mouth, trying to eat it faster to prevent more mess. Before you could actually take the bite though, it was yanked from your grasp, landing on the coffee table with a splat. You shouted in despair at the loss, but your boyfriend's tongue soon replaced the banana. Your upset whine turned to a moan, falling back eagerly when Jeno climbed over you, pressing you into the couch. Worked perfectly. You thought to yourself. Jeno's tongue licked over every inch of your mouth, tasting your fruity snack. As he pulled back from the kiss, he sucked on your tongue, then propped himself up to loom over you.

"Floor." He ordered, his tone instantly going hard, making your cunt clench. You scrambled to follow the command, kneeling obediently at his feet as he stood at the end of the coffee table. You watched with great interest as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down, revealing his hard cock to you. You licked your lips, and he huffed as you eagerly opened your mouth wide, tongue out.

"You planned this, didn't you?" Your boyfriend groaned softly as he let the head of his cock rest on your tongue. You hummed in agreement as he slowly entered your mouth, your lips and tongue expertly stroking his cock. When the head met the back of your mouth, he waited to hear you suck in air through your nose, then continued. You sat like a good girl, just letting Jeno fuck your mouth, whining slightly when your nose finally touched the skin of his pelvis. You swallowed, fighting back gags, holding your breath as best you good. Your eyes flicked to his and he smirked, beginning to move his hips. Your purposefully let a great deal of drool pool in your mouth, strands of saliva coating his cock and dripping to the floor. He loved when you were messy. His gaze flicked to the discarded banana on the table and he much preferred seeing his dick in your mouth than the fruit. You took his thrusts like a champ, practice made perfect. You loved when he did that just as much as he did, the power and dominance he had over you through the act made your head swim as well as the lack of air. Jeno could hear your breathing getting ragged, trying desperately to suck in air whenever his cock was far enough out of your throat, but your eyes were watering, face getting red. Luckily, he was close. Your eyes met his again and he waited till you inhaled as much as possible, then buried his cock completely and came down your throat. You swallowed aggressively to get his load down but not gag at the same time. When he finally pulled back and out, your lungs wept in relief as you panted. Your throat was raw, spasming to compensate for the abuse it just took. So, you didn't have to get up, Jeno met you on the floor, helping you kneel differently so you could bend over and rest on the coffee table. Your breaths were still heavy as he pulled your shorts down just enough, the fat head of his still hard cock meeting your soaked cunt. You nearly came when he had, he could tell by the way your core was clenching around nothing.

"Fuck, princess~" Jeno groaned as he sunk inside of you, as hot, tight, and wet as always. He loved watching your little pussy take his big cock as your little body shook under his big one. Your finger nails tried to dig into the glass of the coffee table to no avail. As soon as he bottomed out, you came, he could feel the characteristic squeeze. Your boyfriend started as your orgasm faded, your hips knocking into the lip of the table, and it would have hurt a lot more if it wasn't rounded. The glass under you began to fog at the heat of your body and from your panting breaths. Your eyes lazily fixed on the discarded banana from earlier, a fallen soldier who performed it's job so well.

"Fuck!" You gasped when Jeno's hands pulled you back, even so much as to make you slide back on the floor and off the table. Your hands and cheek softly fell onto the rug, the new angle letting his cock hit you even deeper. Your fingers finally had something to grip as he railed you, sweat beading down his brow, his tongue stuck out of the side of his mouth in concentration. He knew he looked like a rutting dog fucking a bitch in heat, which is what you looked and sounded like too. He loved that you couldn't control yourself when he was balls deep in you. Jeno huffed when he saw your face, cock-drunk and red, eyes glazed over, mouth open.

"You're so good for me, pumpkin." He smirked when your shoulder's twitched, the word triggering your submissive mode.

"s'good daddy~" You whined and he full on laughed, head tilted back, his hard swallow bobbing his adam's apple. You could see most of him from the corner on your eye and you hadn't even realized he had taken his hoodie and shirt off, his delicious body on display. He was a sex deity or something, you were convinced. With the way he looked, the size of his cock and the way he moved his hips, either that or he was a sex-robot that got loose. His thrusts started to stutter, getting shallower but no less hard.

"Want daddy to cum inside, pumpkin?"

"Yessss~" You nearly cried and with three more pumps, your insides flooded with heat, and you fell over the edge too. Even awhile after your orgasms had faded, you both kneeled on the floor. Jeno panted, wondering if he should keep going for your sake, even though he knew he could get hard again. He wasn't even sure you were awake. Chuckling lightly, he looked up to the banana on the table.

"Thanks, little buddy."

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[answer2jeff]

this you knew.

warnings : (workplace) established but private relationship. fluff. that's about it actually.

also, this mostly just weirdly poetic and emotional writing. not a lot of plot or substance. sorry!

a/n: carmen refers to reader as "pico," short for "piccola" (small), and reader refers to carmen as raga, short for "ragazzone," (big boy) sorry if these nicknames are cringe they're cute to me !!!!

Fuck, it was cold.

Why did winter have to stretch out for such an excruciating amount of time? It had been snowing since late November—which, at this rate, might continue until March, give or take.

The holidays had just passed, stores were back open, The Bear was back under maintenance, leisure was nonexistent. There was no need for slush on the sidewalks and frost on your car window. You'd already spent the holidays with your extended family, even after swearing up and down you had no intention on coming home this year. Anything remotely related to that mistake needed to be disposed of.

Tonight was calm. Almost too calm. Richie and Marcus were still laying out the general foundation of the dining hall, and Carmen finally beat his record timing for passing through each station of the kitchen marked by green tape. You were pretty much free to go home. Especially since Sydney was the first to leave and encouraged you to do the same.

But just as you walked out of the empty kitchen space through the back door, something urged you to walk back in.

Just act like you forgot something.

Quickly swinging the door open and turning the corner into Natalie's office, where you knew Carmen would be, you stopped. Just barely near the frame.

Altered by your presence, Carmen snapped out of the trance that was staring at the empty space of the wall in front of him. He spun around in the 5-wheeled chair to face you.

"Raga?" you called out, not wanting to intrude as you stepped into the box of the office. Despite the door being wide open like it always was.

Raga. Sure, he wasn't a huge fan of petnames—but it made him feel like he was yours.

And he was. And you were his. Possibly for months now. And you even started to feel it. The word "boyfriend," though it wasn't used religiously, didn't feel bitter in your mouth. The way your name rolled off of Carmen's tongue was addictive to him. He preferred it over a simple 'she' when he spoke of you. You were chaos, but grace all in one.

You told your closest friends about a week after he spoke the words

"I don't really know what I'm doing, but that's—that's okay. It's more than okay. I want this."

But you hadn't told your family, and not even your true, chosen one. Which was here, in this restaurant, and everyone who played a part in it. But perhaps they already knew. Neither you or Carmen were particularly good at keeping secretes.

Just because your mouth stopped, didn't mean your body language or your face did.

Smiles and glances, whispers in corners of the restaurant incoherent to anyone else, his kisses against your temples that weren't as discreet as he hoped, it made it obvious.

But it felt right. This was okay. More than okay.

"Pico?" he repeated, mirroring that same skeptical voice you used just seconds earlier.

Eyebrows knitted with concern, your teeth gnawing at the inside of your cheek, you stood with your weight on your hip and your arms crossed against your chest. Carmen realized you stood like this all the time. But right now, he almost felt like he was in some kind of trouble; the way you eyed him above his level. Like you'd been looking for him and he failed to come to your assistance.

His urge to cave and melt into you was overwhelming. Big, blue eyes peered up at you as he leaned forward, prepared to listen. You only smiled while shrugging your shoulders and leaning against the doorframe.

"Think everybody went home. I didn't really see y'leave. Just—" you swallowed, "—wondered if you'd left or not."

That seemed to finally be enough to soothe him. You just wanted to know if he was here; if he was okay and ready to go home like he should've been.

"Uh—yeah, yeah, I'm still here."

"Yeah, I see that now."

The room stilled. Silence bounced off the drywall. But it was comfortable. It wasn't forced or unwanted. Just simple. And simplicity was scarce at the moment.

"C'mere," Carmen mumbled as he motioned his hand to signal you to come in, his voice barely audible, "just for a 'sec."

Caving in, his cadence and the look in his eyes being enough to convince you, you stepped in. He blinked slowly so as to not miss a single bit of you. For once, you could appreciate the slow of time in this room.

"I'm feeling really good about this," you smiled down at him, "this whole thing, I mean. Mikey woulda' been so proud 'f you, Carmen."

The lump in his throat was harshly swallowed back down as he nodded his head, not quite smiling, but not frowning either. You knew that face all too well. It was the face of guilt. He always wondered if he'd been doing the right thing. Lately it'd been easier to convince himself that the renovation was right, and that he was completely and fully capable of making these "adult decisions," as you called them.

"Thank you."

It was mostly thanks to you, though.

A delicate hand reached for a curl that fell just past his eyebrow. You wrapped the blonde strands around your finger, glancing from his eyes and back to his hair, just to see if he'd been watching you as closely as you hoped. Almost as if it had been second nature, he tilted his head up for easier access as you pulled away from his hair and reached to cup his clean-shaven cheek.

"I mean it, bear," your thumb gently caressed his skin as you spoke. He looked up at you as if he'd just found God in your eyes.

"I know," he tried to protest, giving you a weak smile and threatening to pull his head away.

But he waited.

There'd never been anyone in the universe, on the planet, in the country, in the culinary industry, in this city, or in this restaurant who saw through you the way Carmen Berzatto did. He'd been your head chef even before what was then, The Beef. You followed him back to his home city even months after the two of you made a pact to quit your last job as his sous, and his as your head chef. There was nothing you wanted more than to see him chase his stardom.

You loved him. This you knew.

"You're better at what you do than you'll ever give yourself credit for."

This he knew. At least now he did.

You took him in again with one look. His little moles here and there, his blue eyes, the rose of his cheeks. And at a moments notice, you leaned down to kiss him like it was the last thing you'd ever do. Carmen rose without even letting your lips separate. His hand planted itself at your waist as the other held the back of your head and gently buried itself into your hair. He tasted like cigarettes and mint with a hint of that bitter and filmy residue left on pill capsules.

He loved you. This you knew.

"Maybe you should give yourself some credit, too."

This you knew.

[hothammies]

mad max, the party's zoomer - apoc au character details under the cut!

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max's role in the party:

a runner - fast and quiet, tends to be the one who makes out with the most supplies

mechanic - knows best about cars and is one of the party's designated drivers (the other being mike)

medic - not as skilled with plants and medicine like will, but is good with first aid and physical treatment!

thief - who the party sends out if they need to "borrow" from other groups (second nature to her)

skills + hobbies:

incredible with melee weapons and hand-to-hand combat -> everything she knows was taught to her by billy

decent shot, but prefers using melee way more!

stealthy, like a ninja - her and el are the quietest in the party! max's fighting style is much more brawler-like despite this

good with card games (likes poker, speed and BS) -> likes to play them with the party a lot, but in particular with dustin and lucas

skateboards whenever she can -> her favorite thing to do next to driving!

really loves listening to music (fave artists are madonna, taylor swift and destiny's child) -> likes having el or will in shotgun so they can listen together!

quirks / fun facts:

whenever dustin goes to bed, max takes his current handheld and tries to beat his high score on whatever retro game he's currently playing (dustin does not know its max who's actively beating his ass on dig dug and tetris)

she took billy's jacket and baseball bat and made them her own - very complicated relationship with him and her upbringing with her stepbro made her very skeptical and suspicious of others (especially the party when she first met them)

when she steals things, she tries to keep the party in mind when grabbing extra :')

--- other notes: ladies and gentlemen, our newest addition - maxine! i'll admit, the two characters i think i'm most shoddy on for their characterizations are dustin and max. since max's story in my au is so heavily tied to her issues with trusting people again (specifically men) and family, i'm scared that it will make her character intrinsically tied to relationships instead of having her own character. i'll try my very best for it not to be that way, of course!

for now, she's how i imagine her in the show - she's still a cheeky, sarcastic, stubborn and awesome tomboy with insurmountable trust and distance issues, and i love her for that! the circumstances that drew her to the party are currently a secret, but i will establish now that billy is tied to her storyline and how the party meets her for the first time - while billy's an interesting character in his own right, i straight up don't like him :P so i'm warning people now that billy's more a plot device for max's arc and i probably won't be diving incredibly deep into his character. this is a party centric au after all!

when i was thinking of max's character, i was trying to keep the things she liked in mind and why she was so cool in the first place! ofc, she had to skateboard, even if it was only a little, and she's honestly just great at games in general (to dustin's dismay).

her upbringing in canon and the way she acts is pure "survival instinct" behavior. she knows first aid, she knows how to drive, she escapes vecna, she's incredibly independent! she's a fighter, through and through. she's also not really one to hesitate often to be hands on, and i can see it in the way she acted seasons 2-4 :')

lucas is almost done - maybe a few days give or take!

[thesparklingwriter]

the blush hypothesis

“There are simpler ways to get me to blush, you know. You needn’t compose such convoluted plans.”

tags: established relationship, fem!reader, fluff, literally no plot to this sorry

(if you have seen this before its cause i accidentally deleted it el oh el)

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You glance at Zhongli over the top of your book, trying your best to hide the fact that your interest does not lie in the pages and rather with him as he methodically dresses for work.

Despite the fact that your husband is putting his clothes on, not taking them off, the nature of your spying makes your face heat up in embarrassment and you bury your face back into your book as realisation hits. 

“You do realise I can feel you watching me?” Zhongli chuckles, doing his shirt buttons up as he approaches. “You’re not very subtle, my dear.”

You feel your face heat up more, putting your face against the pages of your book, hoping that if you stay there long enough, Zhongli will let the topic drop. Of course, that’s wishful thinking—he rarely lets things go, or gets flustered by you. In fact, you’re convinced you’ve never actually seen him blush in all the time you’ve been together.

“I was not watching you.” You protest, face still in the pages of your book. Zhongli raises an eyebrow, not that you see him do it, and chuckles to himself again. 

You continue talking. “What kind of pervert stares at their husband changing? That’s ridiculous.”

“You, my dear, are a prime example of the pot calling the kettle black.” He sighs, sinking down on the bed beside you. You don't look at him, still flustered from being caught in the act. But as you’re trying to ignore his presence until your face is no longer hotter than the deserts of sumeru, a thought floats into your mind. What would it take to make Zhongli as flustered as you are right now? 

And thus, you make it your goal to make him blush. For you, no tactic is too low, especially since it’s for the sake of science—your first idea is to compliment him incessantly. You’re not particularly the type to declare your love for him with words, preferring to show it in other ways, so his surprise at your words should make him blush, even if the content doesn’t. 

And so it begins. For the next week, you try all the compliments you can think of, waiting to see that flush on his cheeks. His reactions are varied, a slight smile some days, hearty laughter on others. But not once does he blush or show any kind of embarrassment.

“My, don’t you look ravishing today?” you grin, flopping onto the sofa beside Zhongli, who is absorbed in a novel. He looks up at you, a pleased look in his eyes, despite his somewhat neutral smile.

“Thank you, dear,” He replies, not a single tinge of pink anywhere on his face. Infuriating. “As do you, as always.” He shifts himself, making more space for you to sit comfortably.

“That’s it?” You reply incredulously. Zhongli looks at you with innocent eyes, confused at your sudden hostility. “That’s all you have for me?”

“I seem to have missed your point,” He says brightly, as you scowl at him. “Did I  offend you somehow?”

You frown even deeper. “Seven days. For seven days I have been using my extensive poetisicm to flirt with you and you haven’t blushed once. Not even even a smidge. What are you? Some kind of monster? Am I not good enough for you anymore? What’s it going to take to get you just a little bit flustered?”

Zhongli looks at you in mild confusion. “So the sudden influx of compliments was just a part of testing your hypothesis?”

“Yes.”

“There are simpler ways to get me to blush, you know. You needn’t compose such convoluted plans.” He chuckles, draping his arm across your shoulders casually and stroking your hair. 

“Pray, tell.” You grumble. As if you spent all that time planning compliments, only for Zhongli to tell you you were doing it all wrong. “I suppose all those years being worshipped by all of Liyue has desensitised you to compliments, huh?”

“I suppose so,” He says. “However, I much prefer the ones you came up with. I quite liked the one in relation to the Cor Lapis and the Jade.”

It’s you who hides yoru face in embarrassment, feeling it heat up. Of course he’d manage to turn your plan against you. When does he not? The silly man knows exactly when to do to have you like putty in his hands, and he enjoys it—you know he does. There’s no other explanation for his actions.

“Don’t remind me. That one took me two days to come up with, and you ruined my delivery of it.” You scowl. “When someone asks what you and a random item have in common, just say ‘what?’, okay? Don’t start listing the qualities that you and a precious stone have in common. It’s a real vibe killer.”

“Why would I do that when the alternative means you’ll respond so adorably?”

You glare at him halfheartedly. “Don’t you dare.”

Zhongli ignores you, a devious smile growing. “That said, it has been a while since I last blushed. It was our wedding night, if I remember correctly.”

You laugh at that one. “The same wedding night where Venti laced your wine with hard liquor? That flush was from the alcohol, not me.”

Zhongli shifts himself so that you’re pressed right up to his side, his face in the crook of your neck. “Venti never laced my wine. I would have tasted it.”

“So you weren’t drunk? You’re trying to tell me that you had that stupid lovestruck grin on your face whilst you were stone cold sober? That you bowed like a knight before literally carrying me home before the reception was even finished?”

“Perhaps not stone cold sober.” Zhongli amends. “I’d say lukewarm.”

“That’s not how the saying works.” You try to pull away from him, but his arms around you are firm. “What now, Zhongli? First you resist my attempts to seduce you, and now you won’t let me sulk in peace?”

He rests his head against the crook of your neck, and that’s when you realise how warm it is. “All I had to do was bring up our wedding night? Are you kidding me?”

“In hindsight,” Zhongli mutters. “It is somewhat embarrassing to think about.”

“It was hilarious. Highlight of my life. I’d do it again in a heartbeat if I was given the chance to.”

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[zahri-melitor]

What can you infer about the editorial meddling Young Justice went through?

Oh god. It’s like the old quote about pornography: you know it when you see it. Spend enough time reading comics and you can just tell.

Notable problems with the Young Justice 2019 run that smack of interference:

You can really tell there was external pressure to include Steph in the run and that she was not originally intended to join the team or appear any further than occasional cameos such as the flashbacks at the Hall of Justice as a link to Tim’s final scene in Tynion’s Tec run. Structurally her story makes no sense whatsoever for how to put a plot together. Steph’s not an original Young Justice character, the run already was supporting two new female characters plus a reboot of Amethyst introducing Amy to a new generation, even before we look at the crossovers from other titles in the imprint. The fact they ended up throwing in a single issue entirely about 'what Steph has been up to and her fight against Cluemaster' in the last section of the run makes it even worse, as that was valuable page time wasted pandering that could and should have been used to give Jinny Hex or Keli Quintela more development.

The entire ‘Drake’ situation, which for a costume change had very little build up, was under-designed, and then disappeared with Tim back in the Robin costume between two panels. It was a test balloon from someone that was comprehensively shot down by some mix of the fandom and editorial, and I remain convinced that DC is gunshy about a new costume and identity for Tim all the way up to the present day because of how badly it was handled.

It was being used as the anchor for Wonder Comics, leading to the required mega crossover (that also spilled over into Bendis’ Action Comics to give it some more space), putting even more pressure on the title to be telling a big crossover story when it was still trying to re-establish “your favourites are back” and suggesting potentially expanding the Young Justice lineup out to around thirteen characters, a massively oversized team that the title was not set up to handle.

Lost in the Multiverse was where the story started to get bogged down by being pulled in too many directions by expectations.

It’s also super telling that the last third of the book got turned over to essentially doing one-shot character pieces about the Core Four, the last defence of a run that can see cancellation coming and doesn’t feel confident launching a new story arc they don’t expect to get to finish. Some of this stuff was clearly background character work they would have preferred to have dripped out over a longer run.

Also I know I’m repeating myself, but having the Tim piece focus on Steph mostly, in the frame of Tim and Steph’s relationship? That’s not where I’d be spending my time when looking at Tim Drake in the focus of Young Justice. How he’s coping with his returned memories of having two or three different lives now? Thinking about what ‘Tell Conner you’re sorry’ means? Discussion about his feelings in terms of moving on from being Robin or not? Nah let’s talk about Steph's problems with her dad instead. That’s not a natural fit compared to what everyone else got and does not follow from any of the preceding story.

Still ropeable that the whole set of storylines about regained memories and alternate timelines doesn’t get to intersect with Lois Lane (which spoilers but also is committed to storytelling about ‘people have memories of other places bleeding through’ prior to the full Infinite Frontier retcon) or explore how those memories change things for Tim, Bart or Cassie (Kon at least does get a story about reconnecting in Action).

And that’s just off the top of my head, ignoring any of the more subtle signs.

I love Young Justice 2019. It is a run that adores Bart, Kon, Cassie and Tim (and particularly Bart. I cannot explain to you how much this story adores Bart if you’ve never read it) and the opening 6 issues make me feel warm and fuzzy every time I read them in terms of how cleverly it works to explain how we get everything back. There are clever subtle moments in the text that give a lot more depth to the story that are implied rather than spelled out: how Cassie suddenly remembers Bart when Bart comes near her, suggesting that her returned memories are a Speed Force side effect from being a lightning rod to Bart; Cassie and Tim sense Kon using TTK and recognise it as familiar, something the new characters cannot; the fakeout in the art where when Tim’s memories are restored, he sees Cissie in his memories, but unless you know the exact YJ98 page being referenced you’d think it was Steph; etc.

But gosh it would have been so much better if it had not been required to devote so much page time to crossovers and to pandering to fans, among other elements.

[renlyslittlerose]

Kinktober Day 3 - CEO Obi-Wan and Sugar Baby Anakin

For an anon who requested: Hello, for your kinktober prompts, would you consider sugarbaby!Ani? Or maybe CEO!Obi-Wan and intern!Anakin?

Cause I Want It - 4,669 (lol) Rating: E Content: Established Relationship / Explicit Sexual Content / Alternate Universe / Alternate Universe - Modern Setting / CEO Obi-Wan Kenobi / Sugar Baby Anakin Skywalke / rAnal Sex / Anal Fingering / Rimming / Come Eating / Desk Sex / Office Sex / Bottom Anakin Skywalker / Top Obi-Wan Kenobi

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There was something about men in ties that appealed to Anakin.

The way in which the muscles of their hands flexed as they put it on, the sharp tugs and quick movements as it was looped and then tightened, the brush of fabric as it squeezed down ever so around the long cords of a thick neck…

Anakin knew the exact moment he became obsessed with men in suits. His mum loved to watch old movies from back before colour existed on the television, and after a long day’s work she’d lounge in her chair with a bowl of microwave popcorn as the pretty men and women traipsed around on set, love in their eyes and passion in their voices as they revealed years’ long love that had changed the very fabric of their being. Anakin had always found them too sweet for his tastes, preferring movies with a few more explosions and a few less kissing scenes, but when he walked by one night and saw him on the screen, Anakin was enamoured.

Jaastor Kimbhorn.

He was in some film about a woman potentially losing her inheritance after her parents died in a shipwreck. He was supposed to be her lawyer, but ended up becoming too attached to her case and had to recuse himself. Anakin really didn’t care about the plot of the film though, even as his mother caught him up as he stood dumbly in the doorway. All he cared about was how hot Kimbhorn was. Dressed in a three piece suit with a tie that sat snuggly against the knot of his throat, he cut a magnificent image with his slicked back light hair and perfectly trimmed moustache, light eyes twinkling in every scene he was in.

The man was the embodiment of power, of wealth, and ambition.

From then on Anakin realised he had a thing. But it wasn’t anything different to any other attraction he insisted to Padmé when she’d found out his hidden kink, and it wasn’t weird like Ahsoka had said, even as she blushed and sputtered when Anakin pointed out that her obsession with girls’ tan lines was also weird.

Occasionally he’d admire a man in a downtown bar fresh from work and still in his suit, his tie hung inelegantly from his neck as he ordered another whiskey with a chaser. Anakin would toy with the idea of approaching the man; ask who he was, where he worked, show interest until Anakin inevitably panicked and walked away after saying something ridiculous. But they were all just fantasies, Anakin far too shy and awkward to actually approach a stranger in a well tailored suit.

But when Anakin began working for a tech company that developed robotics to aid the medical industry, Anakin’s obsession only increased. Of course the department he worked for in the company was filled with people who bucked and brayed against corporate culture and wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a suit let alone a tie, but any time one of the higher-ups walked past his office or popped their head into see what was up, or even stopped to chat with Anakin next to the coffee maker in what seemed like a bid to relate to one of ‘common folk’, Anakin was forced to recognize that Jaastor Kimbhorn wasn’t just a phase or a passing interest.

Anakin just really liked men in suits.

One man in particular, in fact.

A man that Anakin really shouldn’t have approached that one day in a bar but did anyways, because it was the one day he was feeling confident and willing enough to at least ask. A man who smelled like expensive cologne and sounded like one of the men from his mum’s old movies, accent crisp and smooth as it danced across Anakin’s jaw and temple as he leaned in to speak. A man who let Anakin tug on his tie as they made out in the back of a cab, hands searching and lips tasting of expensive cocktails while the taxi driver tried to keep his eyes on the road. A man who in the morning made Anakin breakfast and let him paw through his collection of old records as they waited for their teas to steep and bread to toast.

A man who Anakin worked for, apparently.

His stomach sank when he realised that this handsome man who told him to call him ‘Ben’ all night as they sucked each other’s tongues was actually Obi-Wan Kenobi, a self-made billionaire, philanthropist, and the CEO and founder of Kyber Computing.

‘I hope you don’t hold it against me,’ Obi-Wan had said when Anakin saw the framed newspaper article hung on the wall of his office.

‘I hope you don’t fire me,’ was all Anakin could say in turn.

But Obi-Wan didn’t fire him. In fact, he asked for Anakin’s number and to take him out to dinner that Saturday night.

And of course Anakin said yes. And of course Obi-Wan showed up in a magnificent suit that Anakin was sure cost more than his apartment and car combined.

They kept things casual at the start, Obi-Wan busy with work and Anakin still worried about the implications of Obi-Wan technically being his boss, but reality quickly set in for both of them that casual just wasn’t something either of them could make work. Text messages turned into daily calls which turned into daily face-times, Obi-Wan managing to squeeze some time in every day just to see Anakin even if it was through a phone screen. When he did have time Obi-Wan took Anakin out on all sorts of dates, many of them expensive but others still intimate and quiet, the pair sat on the front of Anakin’s car as they ate cheap hot dogs and gazed out at the countryside view, or lay on Obi-Wan’s bed as they listened to his record collection and talked about everything and nothing.

Anakin was gifted with all sorts of things, many of which he loathed to accept but Obi-Wan insisted on. His busted up watch he’d bought from a chain store for twenty credits was replaced with a gold watch that sat heavy on Anakin’s wrist; his lumpy mattress became a pillow-y soft one that didn’t make either he or Obi-Wan wheeze when they stood up from it; tires on his beat-up old car were replaced, followed by the cracked windshield, then the battery, then the spark plugs, followed by the whole car.

Anakin had never envisioned he would end up dating a man whose riches were only exceeded by his generosity, but then again, Anakin had never envisioned he would end up finding anyone in general, let alone the CEO of the company he worked for.

And it was all because Anakin liked a well-tailored suit and silk ties.

That, and the fact that Obi-Wan seemed to be into whatever brand of crazy Anakin was peddling. Which maybe spoke more to Obi-Wan than Anakin, but Anakin wasn’t going to complain.

XXX

They agreed to keep their personal lives separate from their work ones, which had been easy at the start. Anakin worked in a completely separate building from Obi-Wan, his work station a desk piled high with wires and tubing and schematics, the windows looking out across a parking lot, the walls covered in all sorts of clippings and photographs that made Anakin look like a detective trying to solve the murder of a robot. Meanwhile, Obi-Wan worked from the top floor of the company’s downtown office tower, his desk covered in papers, empty tea cups, and scattered pens, the windows looking out across the entirety of the downtown core, his walls covered in accolades and fine art.

But occasionally their respective roles would cross, and the promises they made to keep things professional went out the window. Mostly it was Obi-Wan visiting Anakin. He would come to see what they were up to at the factory and Anakin would pretend to give a shit about his projects before he’d drag Obi-Wan into an abandoned closet and demand to be fucked against the shelf of cleaning supplies, or in the back of Obi-Wan’s expensive car, or under Anakin’s desk with the scent of plastics and soldered wiring thick in his nose.

But every once in a while Anakin would get to go and see Obi-Wan in his little castle in the sky.

“How much longer?”

“He will be finished when he’s finished, Mr. Skywalker.”

“But it’s been twenty minutes and the food is getting cold—”

“Mr. Skywalker…”

Obi-Wan’s assistant sent Anakin a glare as he sat back down. Next to him the take-out he’d brought continued to cool, the steam that had billowed out long since dissipated. He could still smell the curry though, and his stomach growled obnoxiously.

That earned himself another glare.

Tilting his head back he stared up at the ceiling, his feet kicked out in front of him. A part of him wanted to interrupt Obi-Wan’s call and demand that he give him all the attention he wanted, but the sensible part - the part that Ahsoka said he lacked - told him to continue to wait. Obi-Wan would appreciate his patience and in various ways, if Anakin was lucky.

Another five minutes passed before Anakin tossed his head back up to the upright position and sat up a little straighter in his chair. He caught sight of Obi-Wan’s assistant daintily eating her lunch while she watched something on her phone.

“What are you watching?” he asked.

She looked up from her phone and stared at Anakin. “Are you talking to me?”

“Who else would I be asking?”

She sniffed and glanced back down at her phone, a sudden blush appearing on her cheeks before she spoke. “Love Planet.”

“Is that the reality show where they stick a bunch of singles on a planet and see who fucks who?”

“No,” she said quickly, “it’s to see who falls in love.”

Anakin rolled his eyes. “Sure, okay.”

Just before he was about to get an earful from the assistant about how the show was clearly about love and not hot people hooking up, the system on her desk lit up and a familiar voice travelled through.

“Is Anakin still there?” Obi-Wan asked.

“He is,” the assistant replied as she glared at Anakin.

Standing, Anakin grabbed the curry just as Obi-Wan asked her to send him in, and he swiftly went through the door and into Obi-Wan’s office. Without asking he locked the door and turned around to look at Obi-Wan. He was sitting back in his chair, copper locks of hair draped across his bangs in an uncharacteristically dishevelled state, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to expose his forearms, tie slightly loose around his neck with the top buttons of the collar popped open.

If Anakin hadn’t trusted Obi-Wan more, he’d have said he looked like he’d just been fucked.

“You look like you’ve just been fucked,” Anakin said aloud.

Obi-Wan snorted and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Perhaps not in the literal sense, but definitely in the figurative.”

“Bad call?”

“Potentially. Hopefully I can put the fire out before it burns too much.” Obi-Wan smiled tensely, but it was soon swept away when Anakin held the food up. “Lunch?”

Stepping further into the office, Anakin dropped the take-out bags down onto Obi-Wan’s desk. “I didn’t get us drinks - figured your mini-fridge would be stocked full of all sorts of fancy water that hurts to drink.”

“It’s no different from pop,” Obi-Wan mumbled.

Anakin rolled his eyes and stepped around the desk. Sitting on the edge he spread his legs slightly and smiled when Obi-Wan rested his hand on his knee. Obi-Wan squeezed slightly before sliding his hand further up, fingertips pressed into the inner-seam of Anakin’s jeans.

“Water should be still,” Anakin continued.

“It tastes no different from normal water, Anakin.”

“It tastes spicy.”

Obi-Wan chuckled and closed his eyes. Exhaustion slipped across his features then, the sight of it making Anakin’s chest squeeze a little. Reaching out he brushed Obi-Wan’s bangs back from his forehead and smiled when Obi-Wan’s eyes fluttered open.

“The curry is a bit cold now, but I can go heat it up somewhere if you want.”

“In a moment. Right now I’d rather just be with you.”

Anakin tilted his head to the side and chewed his bottom lip, watching as Obi-Wan’s pupils expanded ever so. “Be with me…” Anakin repeated, voice soft. He took Obi-Wan’s hand and guided it up further, the tips of his fingers almost touching his groin. “Or be in me?”

Obi-Wan’s startled laughter made Anakin laugh as well. It eased the tension in the room, and Anakin slipped off the desk only to straddle Obi-Wan in his chair. It groaned slightly with the combined weight, but Anakin paid it no mind.

“You wanna talk about your call?” Anakin asked. He moaned softly as Obi-Wan cupped his ass and kneaded the muscles.

“Not particularly,” Obi-Wan mumbled. He tilted his head up to look at Anakin, adoration visible just beneath the haze of arousal. “Are you able to take a slightly longer lunch today? Your boss won’t miss your presence terribly like I will?”

Grabbing Obi-Wan’s tie, Anakin tugged at the soft silk, making Obi-Wan’s neck arch slightly, the knot on his throat bobbing after a thick swallow. “I mean, you’re my boss’ boss so you tell me. Can I stay a little while longer?”

Obi-Wan caught the back of Anakin’s neck in a tight grip and pulled him down for a hungry kiss. Anakin sighed into the embrace, his lips parting to allow Obi-Wan to sweep his tongue inside, their tongues rubbing in lazy motions. It wasn’t often that Obi-Wan allowed himself the impropriety of fooling around with Anakin in his office. Though he was prone to bouts of insanity commonly brought on by a hard-on, he still tried to withhold when it came to basic decency such as not shoving his tongue down Anakin’s throat and his hand down the front of his jeans in the middle of the work day.

But every once in a while Anakin caught him in a good mood, or a bad mood, or just a mood in which he let his walls crumble and his hands wander.

Shifting his hips forward Anakin started grinding down on Obi-Wan as they continued to kiss, open mouthed and messy as they groped one another. Keeping a tight hold on Obi-Wan’s tie, Anakin tugged slightly on the material, pulling Obi-Wan closer while Obi-Wan’s hands slid down his back to cup his ass, kneading and pulling at the muscles. With a gasp Anakin pulled away and rested his forehead against Obi-Wan’s, his hips still grinding down while Obi-Wan responded in kind, the familiar thick swell of his cock pressing against Anakin’s underside.

“Want a blowjob?” Anakin asked.

“With you beneath my desk? How cliche.”

“You want one or not?”

“I’d rather fuck you,” Obi-Wan said. He caught Anakin’s bottom lip between his teeth and tugged. “Unless you’re not still loose from last night…”

“You think I’m always loose for you?”

“Aren’t you?”

Obi-Wan reached between them and undid Anakin’s belt, popping the button on his jeans before pulling the zipper down. Without wasting a second Obi-Wan slipped his hands beneath Anakin’s jeans to touch him in full, his warm, broad palms sliding along Anakin’s skin before thick fingers slid between his cheeks to press against his hole. Anakin gasped and bucked backward, desperate for more stimulation.

“See?” Obi-Wan mumbled against Anakin’s lips. “Your greedy little hole is still ready for me…”

Anakin groaned and kissed Obi-Wan again, messy and uncoordinated as Obi-Wan kept pressure against his hole, teasing him with the simple thought of being filled. Anakin had never been much of a size-queen when he’d started seeing Obi-Wan, but the second Obi-Wan pulled himself out to present his thick, fat cock to Anakin, suddenly Anakin could think of nothing but the satisfying ache of being stretched.

Letting out desperate moans Anakin gripped Obi-Wan’s collar with one hand, the other sliding up his neck and along his jaw before tangling in his silken locks, tugging them further out of their styled hold. Eventually Obi-Wan snapped and his grip tightened, his muscles tensing as he quickly hefted Anakin up and dumped him unceremoniously onto the desk. Anakin narrowly missed the take-out food, and with less care than was needed he pushed it to the side, sending piles of papers on Obi-Wan’s desk to fall to the floor.

“You’re making a mess of my office,” Obi-Wan chided as he undid his belt and pulled his tailored slacks down.

“I’ll be making a mess of you too, when all is said and done.” Anakin grinned and teased the tip of his tongue out from between his teeth as he too pulled his jeans down to his thighs, the fabric catching on him.

But before he could get frustrated Obi-Wan grabbed at them as well, pulling them down until they caught on the tops of his shoes. Batting Obi-Wan away for a moment, Anakin sat up and awkwardly kicked his shoes off before collapsing back on the desk, letting Obi-Wan undress him the rest of the way. He hissed as the cold air from the air conditioner hit his cock and balls, but didn’t have time to complain before Obi-Wan began warming him up, his palm hot across his length.

Bucking up into Obi-Wan’s touch Anakin stretched out across the desk, moaning loudly as Obi-Wan pushed into the slit of his cock and played with the ridging along the glands. He stared up at Obi-Wan through heavy-lidded eyes, admiring the lock of hair that draped across his brow, the collar of his shirt mussed and open, exposing the undershirt he always wore beneath. His watch jingled with each thorough tug he gave Anakin’s cock, the sound of it oddly erotic as it mixed with their pants and the slick sound of precome across smooth skin.

“I’ll still need a bit of prep,” Anakin said. Spreading his legs a little, he braced his hand at the base of his cock while Obi-Wan continued to touch him, fingers pressing against the seam of his balls, causing him to let out another loud moan. “I know you’ve got lube in your desk drawer.”

“I never used to keep a bottle there,” Obi-Wan said, and Anakin detected a hint of another sort of blush beneath his already pink cheeks. “I used to be quite professional, you know that?”

“Liar,” Anakin said. He hissed slightly when Obi-Wan wrapped his hand around his own and squeezed, forcing Anakin to squeeze down on the base of his cock, denying him further pleasure. “A professional man doesn’t go home with some stranger he met at a bar after only two drinks.”

Obi-Wan’s grip lessened, and his eyes softened slightly as his attention wandered down between Anakin’s legs. He stroked Anakin’s thigh with his free hand, petting him gently. “Not a stranger,” he said softly as his gaze came to rest between Anakin’s legs. “More like a soul that I felt an instant connection to. Why waste any pretences when we both knew the steps of the dance?”

Anakin’s chest squeezed a little, but he brushed away the intimacy with a soft laugh. “Fancy way of saying you really wanted to see what my cock looked like.”

Obi-Wan smiled - a quick little quirk of his lips that always made Anakin feel special - before he pulled away and opened the bottom drawer of his desk. Shuffling around a bit, he took out the bottle of lube and presented it to Anakin.

“Knew you had some,” Anakin said.

Bending his knees, Anakin rested his feet on the edge of Obi-Wan’s desk and presented himself, his hands sliding up beneath his shirt to expose the plains of his stomach. He preened under Obi-Wan’s hungry gaze, loving how Obi-Wan practically fucked him with his eyes before touching him in any way, his cock pulsing with each admiring look. His grin only grew wider when Obi-Wan hovered above him, his heat and the scent of him enveloping Anakin as Obi-Wan pressed two thick fingers against his hole.

He relaxed immediately into the intrusion, groaning as he was once again filled. They’d fucked the night before, Anakin riding Obi-Wan until his knees and low back ached. Afterward Obi-Wan had given him a massage and prattled on about a trip they could take together once Obi-Wan found the time to get away for a bit. Both knew it probably wouldn’t happen, but Anakin had to believe.

Tugging Obi-Wan down by his tie, Anakin kissed him deeply again. He tasted like cinnamon gum and his own unique taste, Anakin swallowing it up as he was stretched further when Obi-Wan slipped in a third finger. He probably didn’t need to be prepared, but Anakin enjoyed it all the same. Obi-Wan was always so careful and yet demanding in his touch, never giving Anakin more than he could handle but also not holding back.

He gasped into their kiss when Obi-Wan found his prostate, blunted fingertips pushing into the bundle of nerves. Pleasure hummed throughout his body, pooling in his groin before fanning out to lick and lap through his limbs up to the top of his skull. Sucking on Obi-Wan’s tongue, Anakin tugged him closer until they were hugging, not an inch of space between them as Obi-Wan continued to finger him.

“You’ll come just from this,” Obi-Wan whispered against Anakin’s lips when they broke for air.

“No I won’t,” Anakin huffed, “I can control myself.”

“You always say that right before you come.”

Anakin felt heat crawl along his cheeks and chest, and he pushed Obi-Wan away gently. “Then get to it.”

Obi-Wan slipped his hand out, the weight and stretch of them immediately missed by Anakin. Sitting up on his elbows Anakin watched as Obi-Wan pushed his shirt up to expose his cock as it swung between his legs, thick and heavy and leaking. Biting the inside of his cheek, Anakin admired the flex of Obi-Wan’s wrist as he stroked himself, slicking his cock with lube and his own seed.

He wiggled his knees a little when Obi-Wan looked at him, tongue once again teased between his teeth. “Will I get paid overtime for this?”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. Positioning himself between Anakin’s legs, he braced the base of his cock and locked eyes with Anakin before he pushed inside. Immediately the familiar stretched overwhelmed, and Anakin dropped back down onto the desk, eyes squeezing shut as Obi-Wan’s girth stretched him open. The familiar satisfying ache returned, Anakin’s own cock pulsing against his belly, and he tugged at it a few times as Obi-Wan settled deep within.

Opening his eyes as soon as Obi-Wan had pressed in all the way, Anakin stared up at him. He’d closed his eyes, his brow furrowed and jaw clenched as he restrained himself, tension and pleasure flickering across his handsome features. His tie hung inelegantly from his throat, knocking against Anakin’s jaw, and he grabbed it and wrapped it once around his hand, locking Obi-Wan in place.

Curling his hips slightly, Anakin wrapped his legs around Obi-Wan’s waist and dragged him in further, causing them both to moan.

“Your secretary is gonna hate me even more,” Anakin murmured.

Obi-Wan’s laughter started and then immediately stopped the second Anakin tightened his walls. Adjusting to the pressure, Anakin kept a firm hold on Obi-Wan’s tie before Obi-Wan’s eyes finally opened. Gazes locked, Anakin leapt into the ocean blues of Obi-Wan’s eyes.

“Move,” Anakin whispered.

Hands braced on the desk, Obi-Wan began fucking Anakin with a quick pace, pulling out before snapped back in. Anakin let out another cry and held on to Obi-Wan’s tie even tighter, tugging him down to crush their lips together. The pace quickly became brutal, Obi-Wan’s cock stretching Anakin open, striking him deep in his core, as if he was being hollowed out and then stitched back together with each hit. The desk began to rock with the motion, the wood groaning beneath the weight, the sound of it mixing with the sharp slap of flesh against flesh and the needy moans that slipped between locked lips.

Wrapping his free arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulders Anakin held on for dear life, his low back curved, hips angled, ankles locked together as he pulled Obi-Wan in as far as he could go. Pleasure coursed through him, his cock pulsing between them, thick streams of precome coating his exposed stomach and messing up Obi-Wan’s tailored dress shirt.

The thought of reducing Obi-Wan’s perfect suit to ruin turned Anakin on more than he knew it should have.

Maybe Ahsoka was right; maybe his kink was weird.

“C’mon, darling,” Obi-Wan huffed against Anakin’s lips, their breath hot as it bellowed between them. “C’mon, that’s a good boy. Give me everything you have… c’mon, love.”

Anakin came then. Gripping Obi-Wan’s shoulder Anakin threw his head back and arched, his walls tightening as he locked Obi-Wan in place, hips rocking slightly as he ground upward, milking Obi-Wan for everything he had. Another spasm ripped through him and he let out a loud groan, body tightening and then relaxing as his orgasm rushed through him. Again and again he spilled as Obi-Wan continued to push into him as he too rode through his own pleasures, little grunts and words of praise spilling from his lips as he filled Anakin up.

Once done Anakin collapsed back on the desk. His entire body felt like jello as the afterglow sunk in, relaxing him until he thought he’d slip off the desk and melt into the carpet. He tried to hold on to Obi-Wan but was denied the simple pleasure as Obi-Wan pulled out, his cock slipping from Anakin. But as soon as Anakin was about to complain Obi-Wan dropped down to his knees, and Anakin felt his tongue slide along his sensitive, puffy hole. Anakin let out another moan and bit his knuckles as Obi-Wan began licking him open, cleaning him up with broad strokes of his tongue and the soft suction of his lips. Anakin relished in the sensation of Obi-Wan’s tongue on him and the soft sounds he was making, little groans mixed with the lap of his tongue and the huff of his breath as he ate his own come from Anakin’s loose hole.

But soon this too ended, and Anakin opened his eyes to see Obi-Wan stood over top of him. Dropping his legs down, Anakin lay like a limp fish on Obi-Wan’s desk, trying to catch his breath.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hullo,” Obi-Wan mumbled. He pet Anakin’s thighs.

Sitting up Anakin groaned as his afterglow gave way to the familiar ache of muscle and bone. He sighed as Obi-Wan collected him into a hug, and rested his chin on Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

“Thank you for lunch,” Obi-Wan said, voice soft along Anakin’s temple, his hands soothing as he stroked his back.

Anakin snorted and pressed his face against Obi-Wan’s neck. “Anytime.”

[bloop-bl00p]

Rewriting Vaggie because she was done dirty

Angel's backstory and my take if Vaggie was a human.

1. Angel Vaggie:

So, back in the Pilot days, I wasn’t a fan of Vaggie being an Exorcist theory. I was like, Vivienne is obliviously a decent writer, of course, she won’t do something so oblivious! The X on Vaggie’s face is because she lost her eye alive!

I was so disappointed, but I could still work with it… then I was double disappointed when the reveal had no impact on the narrative and all they gave us AMgy Charlie for one scene and fixed the conflict in one episode. 😐

That and the plot holes it created, what plot holes you ask? Well, Vaggie still speaks Spanish which means that she’s still Salvadoran but… Adam named her? Assuming everyone changes their name once they get to Heaven, why do they recruit humans to fight demons? Assuming that there’s like a whole process of giving angelic power to enforce a soul, why didn't they give to the whole army the Kamehameha rip-off Adam has? The Extermination would have been much more faster and deadly if they could just Kamehameha Pentagram Cities.

Most importantly, even if they have enhanced speed, strength, or whatever, if they are all humans, why did they think they were invincible?! Surely if they can kill sinners who are human souls, they’ll know that they can also be killed themselves? Right?! RIGHT?!

I hate the worldbuilding in this show, I hate it!! 🥲

Anyway my rewrite of Angel Vaggie, she won’t be Salvadoran and was fully created in Heaven so no Spanish.

Here’s the thing, the Exorcists were created with Adam’s ribs. A little bit of physiology here, ribs can regrow and repair even when a large a portion of it is damaged. So with Heaven's supervision, creating an army of women with Adam’s ribs was relatively a fast and painless process for the First Man.

You’ll ask me, why make them with ribs? Well, the reason why Eve was made with Adam was a reminder that God created her beside him. They complemented each other, I wanted to do something similar. Adam feels content with The Exorcists because he finally has a group of women who actually listen and are interested in him and not some random with wings. The Exorcists are entitled to Adam and feel worthless without following him around and his orders, a bit like Pearl in Steven Universe, they were created that way.

They still possess some form of autonomy and develop their own personality, not following Adam’s orders just feels odd to them. Then someone actually did it and we all know how that ended.

Whoops that must have hurted.

My take on Vaggie and Lute’s relationship ⇢ here ⇠

So, in Hell, Valtiel (I renaimed her) was totally distraught, she was scared and didn’t know what to do, she was so used to blindly following orders. Sparing this child seemed like it was the worst decision she’d ever made but it also felt right, the poor girl couldn't grasp her feelings correctly at the moment.

She managed to survive a few months in Hell by making a relatively short deal with a local gang to receive aid, in exchange, she used her fighting skills to help them steal food and survive as a whole, she did not develop any sense of belonging to the group and mostly did it for survival.

When her deal came to an end she separated herself from the gang and stayed for a long time in different disaffected buildings with other SDFs preferring to continue her path alone, she felt horribly empty, devoid of purpose without following someone.

Until she saw a star.

The Princess was trying to promote her Hotel on the street, and while Valtiel thought her project was very delusional, she accepted. The Hotel was an old establishment but it was certainly more well-kept than where she used to be, and it was free.

I’m sparing the details, they slowly fell in love and Valtiel projected the toxic dependence she had on Adam to Charlie. While the two truly love each other, Valtiel will need to learn to find herself and not depend on others to live. If she were to have her wings back, it wouldn’t angel's wings but a moth's wings. As a way to metaphorically represent the fact that she changed, like a moth.

She never told Charlie about her past.

I renaimed her Valtiel because it meant “Attendant of God” If you go search a list of angels in Christian Mythology, you’ll notice each of them has “El” as the last syllabus. It’s because “El” in Hebrew means God.

1. Human Vaggie:

Lemme do a research real quick…

Wait a minute..

… y’know. I’m starting to believe that Vivienne is just lazy, obliviously this is one of Vaggie's concepts of backstory, the famous one being that she died in 2014.

But am I the only one who sees the potential?!! Like all things are linked! It makes sense! The very militaristic attitude she had during the Redemption Exercises, the fact that she brought the cast to a war front to build their trust, jeez that’s a missed opportunity to do something that is (to me) much more interesting than a theory made by fans.

So as a good writer, I did a little research because someone had to do it since Medrano won’t, and here is what I came up with.

(If anyone sees any historical mistakes report them to me, I really don’t want to disrespect anyone and I know wars in a really difficult subject to write about. Sorry if I offended anyone.)

Her name is Vanessa she was born in 1968 in El Salvador and died in 1990. Before all of that, she and her brother Carlos were both children of war.

They were separated from their mother during the Salvadoran Civil War, the woman tried to flee with them during a fight between La Farabundo Martí National Liberation Front (FMLN, rebel group) and La Fuerza Armada de El Salvador (FAES, military) but between the gunshot and the terrified civilians, she ended up losing her kids. Vanessa from afar saw her mother getting shot and tried to run away with her brother, he was 5, and she was 12.

The two siblings were later indoctrinated to join the FAES, they never tried to escape as a means to survive since they received food and somewhat clean water, which they originally didn't have in great amounts. However, Vanessa never really supported their ideology and Carlos was too young to really understand what was happening.

The young boy was frail and relatively weak due to his age and malnutrition he only worked in the support staff which was involved in helping to maintain camp operations. Vanessa was also part of it and sticked with her brother as much as possible, but as she grew, she was used to carrying around messages between units due to her being older and stronger, which she hated, it was dangerous and she was disgusted by the idea of leaving her brother alone with these people.

The two of them were victims of SA perpetuated by the soldiers (hence why she’s so wary of men when especially violent ones). Her brother died at ten, due to the poor condition and she blamed herself for it. She eventually died by accidentally activating a booby trap, the explosion sent shrapnel flying, hitting her in the face and causing the loss of her eye she expired due to blood loss at 22.

Vanessa found herself in Hell and tried to survive for a few months both scared and disoriented. However, she still managed to somewhat be fine punching her way inside buildings to steal food and find ways to avoid sleeping outside. She renaimed herself Vaga in reference to the word Vagabundo which means vagabond.

To her, home is where she’s with her brother, without him there’s no home.

Vaga heard words of Carmilla as she started to familiarize herself with English, what she understood was that she dealt with weapons and was a gentler overlord. She eventually met her and they made a deal. It didn't involve Vaga’s soul but just 4 years of working for her, testing weapons and such. Vaga assisted the woman and trained with her daughters, she also learned English and got a better understanding of Hell’s system.

At 26 too, Vaga's deal was done and she decided to distance herself from Carmilla whose door was clearly still open if she needed help. She met Charlie on the street when the Princess was just starting her project, and since Vaga needed a place to crash in, she went in not realizing they’d catch feelings.

Vaga has signs of Complex post-traumatic stress disorder due to being a child of war. This leads her to many emotional outbursts and this feeling of emptiness when she isn't helping, at least she sees it as helping. Her whole life she only managed to survive in a hostile environment by serving others, she may not view it that way but she unconsciously believes the act of Serving is a necessity to keep her alive.

She deeply believed she failed to protect Carlos, so she projected it all on Charlie. This could lead to an interesting conflict between the two, Charlie was highly shielded from the world by her mother, and this hotel is proof that she can survive on her own (in my rewrite at least.) If her girlfriend starts acting like an overprotective parent it won’t do.

While Vaga mostly thinks redemption is impossible, she holds that small tiniest sprinkle of hope that maybe if she managed to get into Heaven somehow, she could see Carlos again and apologize for failing him.

Vaga still hasn't opened up about her past.

More explanation:

Her human backstory is extremely Grave of the Fireflies coded and I admit I recently saw the movie and couldn't help it. It’s my way of coping, this movie destroyed me. Some may ask, why did Vannessa go to Hell, she did nothing wrong.

That’s part of my Heaven rewriting, you see you’re judged by the Seven Deadly Sins and the Holly Virtuous. But they only judge your actions, not why you did them.

Carlos went to Heaven because he was really young and hadn't developed a real sense of morality yet, if he reached 13 he would have gone to Hell. Vanessa died an adult and still helped in the War, even if it was out of her control she still got damned.

Anyway, what do you think of those two backstories?

[jeonginslefthand]

Harbor Lights ✨

Pairing: Hyunjin x female Y/N (Established relationship (BF x GF), idol!Hyunjin x photographer!Reader)  Genre: Straight fluff, wholesome romantic date fluff  Word count: 1.7k+ Plot summary: Hyunjin decides to take you on an early morning walk along the harbor bridge before he has to perform his idol duties (and possibly for a quick photo shoot with his fav photographer ;)) Warnings: None. Maybe some cheesy lines here and there but what’s romance without some cheesiness to it?  A/N: So this was a random idea that I completely wrote up at 3am (no seriously it was 3am when I wrote this—). Although this was a 3am idea, this is [mostly] proofread and has been through many changes and drafts. I’m still a little new to writing shorter fanfics like this so constructive criticism is welcomed! But other than that hope you all enjoy it and let me know what you all think.

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“[Y/N] wake up!!” 

You sleepily turn over in your sheets as your boyfriend shakes you awake. Usually, he’s in a rush to get to a dance practice or a recording session. He only has time to give you a small kiss on your cheek thinking you’re still asleep (you’re not though. All of his moving around naturally wakes you up). But this morning he’s up at who knows what hour trying to get you up for reasons you have yet to find out. 

“Hyunjin…” you sleepily say as you turn to check the time. 5:30 AM. Way earlier than when he usually wakes up. “Do you need me for something? Why’re you up so early?” 

“Come on, it's not that early.” Hyunjin pouts. “Get up and get dressed! We’re going somewhere special.” 

You sit up in bed looking at Hyunjin confused, raising your eyebrow. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see!!” Hyunjin teases. “Oh, and bring your camera with you.” 

Hyunjin leaves before you can question him further. He rarely asks you to bring your camera. That’s only reserved for special occasions like sightseeing on world tours and special dates. Maybe he is taking you to a special place for a breakfast date? It would be a miracle if he found a place that opened before 6. Maybe he wants to have a mini photoshoot? Hyunjin’s always saying you take photos like a professional (and always makes sure to get his good side). 

With all these thoughts running through your head, you get up from your bed and start getting dressed. You don’t put on anything too flashy, grabbing a hoodie and some oversized jorts. You top off the outfit with a pair of worn out Converse and a beanie. As you pick up your camera, Hyunjin comes back into your room with an even bigger smile on his face.

“Ready to go [Y/N]?” He asks.

“Yeah. You still haven’t said where we’re going.” You respond.

“We’re going on a little walk. I just want to spend time with my girl. It feels like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

He has a point. With the next comeback around the corner along with prepping for the tour, it’s like he’s never home. You knew it wouldn’t be easy being with an idol, but deep in your mind, you wished you could spend more time with him during these comebacks. Although you would prefer not to be up so early, if it meant spending more time with your boyfriend then it’s all worth it. 

The two of you leave your cozy apartment and you start following Hyunjin as he walks. Wherever you’re walking must not be far if he didn’t immediately hop in the car (although technically this already counts as starting the walk). The two of you get a little further and see a bridge and a harbor appear. Hyunjin stops and grabs your hand as he turns to you. 

“We’re going to walk on the harbor bridge! I hear the view is breathtaking.” Hyunjin explains. 

“I feel I’ve seen this bridge before…” you start to look at your surroundings and see you probably passed this area a few times. 

Hyunjin doesn’t respond and he pulls you toward the bridge. You take note of your surroundings as the two of you walk on the bridge. There barely is anyone on the bridge. You see one or two people in workout clothes taking a run in the opposite direction. The two of you are practically alone and you start to understand why Hyunjin chose this place. The sound of the water flowing below you coupled with the chirps of the morning birds and the slow rise of the sun enhances the peaceful atmosphere. The warm breeze flowing along your neck gives you a feeling of comfort. You could take in the atmosphere for hours, wishing that time would stop so you could take in this moment with just your boyfriend.

You both find a stopping point in the middle of the bridge and you take a step forward taking in the view. Hyunjin was right, it was absolutely gorgeous. The sun perfectly hits the water to give it a subtle glimmer. There are two lookout goggles and a bench on the opposite side of the goggles. You and Hyunjin go up to the goggles and look through them to get a better view of the water surrounding you. As you back away from the goggles, you study the rest of your surroundings and think to yourself this looks like a scene straight from a painting. Just looking at what’s in front of you gives you the inspiration you need to snap some quick photos. 

You pull your camera out and start to take some pictures of the water. Hyunjin slowly sneaks up behind you and begins to cuddle you from behind. 

“Knew you wouldn’t resist the chance to take some photos!” Hyunjin teases.

“Shut up!” You respond. “I will admit, this is peaceful. I miss spending quality time with you like this.” 

Hyunjin doesn’t respond and embraces you some more, taking in the feeling of your presence. He didn’t need to respond. You knew he felt the same. The two of you sit in silence for a moment as your mind wanders off.

You turn to Hyunjin appreciating his beauty in this moment. The sun is doing wonders for him… you think to yourself. The rays of the sun hitting Hyunjin’s skin at the right angles make him glow brighter than he usually does. You’re hit with a wave of inspiration thinking of how you can capture this moment on your small camera. 

“Can you pose right here for a moment?” You ask pointing at a spot on the bridge in between the lookout goggles. Hyunjin smiles and quickly walks over to the spot with his back against the bridge getting in a casual pose. You hold your camera up adjusting yourself trying to find the right angle.

“You look so beautiful when you're taking photos. I don’t understand why this is just a hobby.” Hyunjin says. 

“And I don’t understand why you just paint as a hobby.” You respond still trying to get the perfect angle. “Your paintings are beautiful. Every time I see one I’m transported to another world. So what made you choose the idol life?” 

Hyunjin thinks for a moment before responding. “Because I love the stage. I love being up there performing, dancing my heart out. It’s something I don’t think I’ll fall out of love with. If I turn painting into a job, I’m afraid I won’t love it as much anymore. Nothing I make will feel like… me.” 

“And that’s how I feel about photography. Well, almost. Maybe as the years go on, I’ll feel differently and turn this into my side hustle. But for now, I want to enjoy this without worrying about how much money I can make out of it.”

You adjust some settings on your camera as you position it towards Hyunjin again. “Besides… isn’t it kinda hot knowing I only take pictures for you?” 

“Okay, there’s no denying that.” Hyunjin laughs. “But one day, promise that you’ll consider selling your beautiful pieces. They don’t deserve to be kept locked away in your computer.” 

“Only if you promise to do the same with your paintings.” 

“Hmm… maybe…” Hyunjin teases.

“Very funny. Shut up and hold still for a moment.” 

You finally get the angle you want and snap a few shots of Hyunjin. He changes up the pose a couple of times and you adjust accordingly. The rays of the sun continue to enhance his beauty as it rises. It’s like he’s naturally photogenic with his energy complimenting the entire scene. You finish taking the photos and show them to Hyunjin. He smiles appreciating the way he looks through your lens. 

“Okay, it’s your turn now!” Hyunjin smiles. “Go and pose on the bridge!” 

You’re hesitant at first, but you slowly hand Hyunjin your camera as you go to the same spot he was in. You’re not used to being in front of a camera, but you do your best to get in a comfortable pose. Noticing your struggle, Hyunjin walks up to you and helps you with the pose. 

“Just relax. Pretend there isn’t a camera. It’s just you and the harbor atmosphere.” Hyunjin softly says to help you relax. 

Hyunjin’s soft voice helps you relax, comforts you even. You look off in the distance zoning out for a moment until you hear a small CLICK!

“Perfect! Keep posing naturally like that. Like your beautiful authentic self. You look your best when you’re not worrying about what’s around you.” Hyunjin reassures you, continuing to make you blush with his soft voice. 

He takes a couple more photos and you go back to get your camera from him. You look through the photos, admiring the way your boyfriend captured your presence. It’s amazing how you’re able to see yourself in a different light (both figuratively and literally). 

“What do you think? I’m not as great as the professional [Y/N], but I think these do your beauty justice.”��

“They’re amazing Jinnie!” You respond. “A few retouches in Lightroom and maybe these will look almost as good as my photos,” you say teasingly.

Hyunjin laughs before responding. “How about we continue our walk darling? The rest of the bridge leads to the next city. It’s long but if you’re up for it I think it’ll be worth it.” 

“I think that sounds perfect!” You respond with a smile. 

The two of you finish your walk along the bridge. It took about twenty minutes to get to the end of the bridge to the next city and you take a photo with Hyunjin celebrating the moment. You notice a coffee house near you and politely drag Hyunjin for a quick coffee date and a bite to eat after all the walking. The two of you chat it up enjoying each other’s company, completely losing track of time taking in the moment. As Hyunjin is telling his stories from idol practice yesterday, he suddenly remembers he had his phone on silent and he pulls it out. He opens it to multiple missed calls from Chan and a few text messages from him. Hyunjin quickly gets up and you quickly follow him as he opens his phone to one message in particular:

BangChan: Hey! Are you coming to practice or what? 🤨

[goodluckclove]

Some Loose Thoughts on Queer Rep (Specifically Aspec Rep)

(Just in advance I'm going to dunk on Alastor from Hazbin Hotel like a lil' bit, as a treat. Mainly the team that made him and what he represents, but still. If that's rage bait for you, I suggest maybe dipping out now)

I have a theory that queer media needs both queer characters and queer genre characters. The difference is very important.

I think a queer character would be a character in a story about their queerness. For some reason the only two characters I could think of are the guy from Love, Simon (What was his name again?) and the protagonist from Rubyfruit Jungle, which should express the weird and complicated relationship I have with this particular archetype.

Queer stories centered around queerness are definitely needed, but at the same time I feel like we're just starting to come to terms with the desperate need for the alternative, which are queer characters in genre media that contain overarching plots larger than their sexuality. Not separate, necessarily (Their queerness certainly influences things), but just beyond. This is more accessible for a variety of artists, which is also the reason why it can be a flop or a massive success.

We get more of this than ever for gay and sapphic characters, as well as some trans folks and occasionally non-binary. It's definitely way less seen in aspec characters, and even less respected. I started thinking this way because the internet is flooded with references to fucking Alastor from Hazbin Hotel as an aroace character and - like - god, I don't get it.

Like you can have your serial killer comfort character, that's fine. But latching onto him as representation for the entire aspec community when he was only confirmed to be aroace through a reference in a livestream and the weakest joke onscreen is pretty disheartening. It definitely reads like this part of his identity was added pretty late in his character development, and by a team of people that didn't seem to consider what the response and reaction would be and how they'd handle it.

I also wish the newest aspec icon in media wasn't created by a team so adamant on encouraging shipping culture above actually respecting the identity they've decided to provide representation for. Like I see it means a lot to people to have an aroace character doing something cool in a fun TV show that doesn't necessarily have anything to do with their identity. Then there's like four other people right behind that person who really wants that person to be romantic and fuck.

And like, yeah, aroace people can do that sometimes. It's a spectrum, I know. But can't we start with a baseline representation before providing proof of fluidity?

I just think we deserve better. Like a character who in the media is established to be aspec, and people are like "great" and move on to fight robots or do magic or whatever. And the person can be morally grey, or even a total dick, but like I'd personally prefer something with a little more depth than Hot Topic genericism.

Like don't get me wrong, I'll take some sort of eldritch horror as my representation, but...make him at all horrifying? Like everyone talks about how he has Eldritch powers, which I know to mean unfathomable and maddening. But I've seen everything he does in the canon of the show and it is both incredibly fathomable and makes me feel normal and sane. Yog-Sothoth this man is not.

But yeah, I don't think there's a solution here besides more aspec artists creating aspec characters in their work. That way people can still like Alastor if they want, but he's not like the only viable option in terms of representation in the media. Let me see lovingly-crafted cool guys and dipshits and chaos goblins and little babies and True Horrors, all of whom have varying degrees of distaste or indifference towards sex and romance.

Do it. We need it. Please.

[avelera]

I feel like one unexpected side-effect in the (slight) uptick of queer ships becoming canon (seriously guys it's so slight if you look at the actual numbers) is learning how often slash fandom doesn't actually want the baggage that comes with their ship becoming canon.

I mean, of course they want it. The fandom wants the confirmation that they're not delusional, that they're not mocked, that the sparks they sensed between two possibly-queer characters is real.

But the side-effect of a ship becoming canon with anything more than a kiss to mark the end of the story is that it might become canon not in the way you wanted.

So long as the characters are in the will-they-won't-they, you can imagine what their first time would be like. You can imagine how they act in a relationship together. You can imagine the tone of the relationship.

You can imagine it in ways that are incredibly personal and meaningful to you.

But the minute a ship becomes canon at a point where the story still needs to progress, you're going to get divergence from the way you imagined it going.

They're going to bicker about things you never imagined would be a point of contention between them in the story, that it might have even been meaningful for you that they had never fought over previously, possibly because the story just didn't have the time for them to fight over that beforehand. Or perhaps this writer leans more into interpersonal conflict as a plot point, where you preferred the couple facing an external threat. There's as many ways to imagine the tone of a relatinship as there are people in the world.

They're going to have a different first-something than you imagined. First kiss, first date, first time sleeping together. For it to be canonical it has to be committed to the page which means it has to be set. Maybe you thought it would be awkward where it was smooth, or smooth where it should be awkward. Maybe you though the kiss would be a bigger deal to them than the sex or vice versa. Maybe canonically they flub the romance of that first time for the sake of comedy. Now that's canon too. You can ignore it with fic, obviously that's what fandom is about, but now it's AU, not "what-if?".

There might be interruptions to the love story, breakups, fights, separations, that aren't the end of the relationship but do mark an action beat that is necessary to keep the story moving and interesting. Unless the last canonical beat is them riding into the sunset together, it's inevitable and usually marks the end of a story because domestic fluff where nothing happens isn't actually a genre that can be sustained in original fiction without a plot.

Look, as queer ships become canon, this is going to be inevitable. OFMD S2 was the most egregious example I've seen recently of everyone who had engaged with the fandom having a different version of how they wanted Stede and Ed to behave once they were together. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw that the fandom fervency shifted from the canonical established queer ship (after it had the audacity to move beyond the establishing kiss and then the will-they-won't-they phase of reuniting), to the potential of a character who was never even canonically established as queer (Izzy) because everything about his story still lived in the potential land that fandom thrives in. And I don't entirely mean that as a criticism, just as a bitter irony!

Fandoms don't necessarily want a ship confirmed, they think they do, but that potential which was so enshrined and infuriatingly drawn out with regards to queer ships for so long and that's only just barely breaking just a little from when it was outright forbidden to show queer characters getting together (and it still is in most of the world if you go by population, and heavily discouraged by the mainstream powers that be in most places even where it's not banned, the limitations on international markets you get from having canonical queer characters even as side characters still makes it prohibitive for big budget flicks, since it means cutting themselves off from those markets in terms of recouping costs.)....

ANYWAY the point I'm making is that a few queer ships becoming canon has led to a perhaps predictable but depressing amount of outrage when 1) a popular queer ship doesn't become canon, but that's been building for a while now, but also 2) when the popular ship becoming canon doesn't become canon in the way the fandom wanted. Which was also inevitable but goddamn as a veteran of fandom for over two decades now, I can remember not that long ago when your queer ship becoming canon just not in the way you hoped would have been a damn nice problem to have!

[vagabond-umlaut]

paper planes

brother to fushiguro tsumiki. (unofficially adopted) son to gojo satoru and you. nephew to a host of sorcerer uncles and aunts. (unwilling) assistant to the white-haired idiot. and, finally, ringbearer at your and gojo's still-undetermined wedding.

one teeny-tiny boy with one too many identity is what fushiguro megumi is - until he isn't. with lots and lots of sniffles and sniggers...

▸ gojo satoru x fem! reader; established relationship; post hidden inventory arc; manga spoilers; proposals; adoptions; alternate universe happy for everyone except toji lovers (sorry ＞︿＜)

▸ two fics in a week, wow. guess this is what is called a brainrot, huh? read this post by @/mintmatcha on tumblr and started writing this lol. but the plot of this story is miles, tons, eons away from that post, i swear. also, this fic is set in the same universe as blue hawaii but you need not read that first to read this. treat this as a stand-alone if you wanna! 😊 anyways, gif, divider and characters ain't mine. please don't plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

"yeah, yeah, i've got it all planned."

a discreet eye roll is all megumi gives as he goes through the menu card in his hands. a little distance away, he can spy tsumiki and you seated at a table, you tying his sister's long hair into braids while the latter laughs, probably at a joke you cracked.

a tiny smile rests on the little boy's face at the sight - which vanishes when he feels a large hand tousle his hair. you had spent hours and hours righting his hair into a proper shape; why must this idiot always mess everything up?

megumi looks up to find his guardian looking down at him with a shit-eating grin; though he can clearly see the nerves it's covering.

idiot.

phone wedged in between his ear and shoulder, gojo mutters a "one sec, suguru," and crouches down to the boy's eye level. the latter gives back an unimpressed stare.

"decided what you wanna have, 'gumi? remember mom and sis there asked you to choose for them today."

megumi feels an urge to say you two aren't his real parents - but stamps it down instantly. the both of you have been as good as real parents can be to their kids - or maybe even better. the boy has read books, watched movies and listened to his classmates talk about their families; the tiny urchin-head knows.

with a huff, he points at the double chicken fillet burger box - it's tsumiki's favourite and you too don't seem to dislike it. with a nod, gojo rises and placing his orders, returns to the call, beaming expression again directed at megumi.

"yeah, yeah, don't worry, man," he speaks into the phone, then drops his volume to a mere whisper, "'my little kiddo here is a born actor. he remembers the entire plan, step by step - don't you, buddy?"

megumi gives an imperceptible nod, itching back to get back to the table. he already would have - needless to say, the little munchkin prefers your company to gojo's, way way more - but their orders have not been delivered yet and the boy promised to be-

a little tap on the shoulder draws him from his musings and he cranes his neck up to find gojo frowning. "no, megumi didn't want to discuss the plan with me before leaving. no, he doesn't like you better- hey," the man looks at him, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose revealing his indignant gaze, "you wanna discuss with uncle suguru one last time?"

an indifferent shrug is all the reply he gives.

while uncle suguru isn't the best uncle he has, he isn't the worst either. the others are- oh, wait. the others include uncle kento and uncle yu. they are literal angels compared to him. so... maybe... he is the worst... never mind. it's too late to back out anyways.

grumbling, gojo hands him the phone. "hello uncle," megumi greets just like you and tsumiki have taught him to. the man behind mutters something along the lines of ''traitor" or something; the boy pays him no mind.

"hey champ," the voice floats over the line, pleasant, kind and the way people talk to babbling babies. megumi's bored face turns irritated. "let's discuss the semantics one last time before boarding your flight, okay?"

"yeah, okay," megumi says, and casting a sideways glance at his bundle-of-nerves guardian, continues, "we're going to reykjavik," he looks at gojo, silently asking if he pronounced it correctly. the man sends him a thumbs-up with an encouraging grin.

the kid continues, "the plane will land at noon day after tomorrow, which is mom's birthday. first, we will go to the hotel. then, after resting, in the evening, we will head out in a car to watch the northern lights. and then-"

"-when it's the right moment, your dad will pop the question to your mom and you'll click the camera. got it, mr. future ringbearer?" finishing the rest of the sentence for him, the man at the other end asks, sounds of pans clacking and food sizzling in the background. nana-chan and mimi-chan must have woken up.

megumi nods. "yeah, got it, mr. future best man."

a chuckle comes in response to his comment. "you're a lot like your mom, y'know?"

"yeah," he mumbles, waving back to you and tsumiki, a little smile on his otherwise-impassive-but-always-adorable face, "i know."

"good," the man says, then pauses when a loud crash booms through the air and through the phone, a set of two wailing voices following it not soon after. megumi can quite literally picture the wincing frown his uncle is wearing as he says the next words in a hurry, "okay, 'gumi. talk to you later. bye, and best of luck! satoru's counting on his little assistant."

"yeah, thanks," he responds but is too late - the call is already cut by then.

giving the phone back to gojo, who's tapping his sneakers-clad feet on the floor, he looks back ahead, wondering when the hell heck their token number will be displayed and when they will get their food.

to the kid's great relief, it doesn't take a lot of time.

before long, the four of you are seated around the table, gojo stealing a sip from your drink and you stealing fries from him, all the while tsumiki giggles loudly at your antics. megumi smiles, before he hides it behind the burger which he takes a bite from.

the four of you really look like a family, don't you?

"hey, guys, can i have your attention for a sec, please?" your sudden question startles him from his mind. the boy turns to find you with your usual grin, albeit a smidgen of anxiety can be found in the way your fingers drum on the table.

megumi shares a look with tsumiki and gojo. they look as confused as he feels. "do i have your attention, people?" you ask again, manner growing a tad solemn unlike your usual, though the affection is still evident in your tone.

gojo and tsumiki nod immediately. you turn to him, gently smiling, "can i have your attention too, 'gumi? please?"

the boy nods his head instantly. "yeah, yeah. sure," he replies, scooting his chair closer to yours. you send him a relieved smile. "good, 'cause what i'm going to say next is very important. so, listen to me carefully, 'kay?"

all three of them are eager to nod in affirmation and anticipation.

scouring through your backpack, you retrieve a couple of pretty important-looking papers, and placing them back on the table, clasp your hands atop them. the kid spots gojo shoot you a worried look to which you respond with a reassuring smile.

the man's frown fades a little.

gaze now darting from one kid to another, you begin, "you two know, right, we love you very much?"

"yeah!" tsumiki exclaims, but is quick to fall silent when megumi shoots her a glare. you proceed, lips pressing into a thin line, "but we cannot adopt you two, in spite of how much all us want it to happen. we tried to, many, many times. but those higher-ups just won't let us do that."

a second passes - one wherein his young brain registers your words - before, lower lip wobbling, the boy casts his gaze down upon his light-up sneakers.

is this where you'll say he'll be sent to those zen'ins? away from his sister? away from you and gojo? away from all his uncles, aunts, nana-chan and mimi-chan?

megumi feels a hand card through his locks gently. looking up, he finds you with a soft smile. "but the thing is 'toru and i didn't let them defeat our purpose. we thought, you two can choose to be my clan's wards. not 'toru's, because of fucking - sorry, please forget i said that word - i meant, idiotic clan politics. so, what do you think?"

megumi turns to his sister, a pensive look plastered on her face the way it is on his. gojo adds, a tender smile in place of his usual stupid grin, "no pressure, kids. the both of us won't love you two any less and will be equally fine in case you choose not to."

"you guys can take how much ever time you need to think. there's no hurry," megumi hears you say, your warm hand rubbing circles on his back, as he turns back to his half-eaten burger.

a long moment passes.

passengers enter the cafeteria, they leave the cafeteria. the four of you remain seated, quietly munching on your food.

the boy finally removes his gaze from his now-empty tray and sends an inquiring, confused, hopeful look to his sister. tsumiki smiles back with a tiny nod. the little kid feels his heart burst with joy.

"we want to," the two of them answer in unison, and within a fraction of a second, megumi finds himself swept up in a warm hug alongside his sister, by you. "thank you for giving me, for giving us a chance," he hears you mutter quietly in a tear-choked voice. the boy simply pats your back the way you do to him. he soon feels another set of arms wrap around the three of you.

megumi thinks he has never felt happier or safer than in this moment.

a while passes with the four of you in this manner, enwrapped in an embrace, before you all finally pull away from each other.

the boy returns to his seat, rubbing his eyes. a minute passes in composing all of yourselves before you state, munching on another fry, "so, step one, including tsumiki and megumi into my legal family is done and successful. thank you, my loves."

tsumiki beams back at you; megumi returns a tiny smile. you grin at them - which, the kid watches, turns slyer as you switch your focus to your boyfriend.

the little boy stares at you, then stifles a snicker - he thinks he has a pretty good idea of what's gonna happen next. his gut instincts are rarely wrong, after all.

"but, 'toru..." you drawl, grin giving way to a smirk as gojo smiles back - perplexed but loving all the same. "for the step two, making you my legal family too, guess i need to wait to say 'yes' until the northern lights viewing two days later... don't i?"

a beat passes, then another, and another.

a loud gasp sounds from tsumiki. megumi turns to his dad - who's gaping wide-eyed at his mom now, the man's face whiter than his ugly hair - and smirks. just like the imp the goggles-wearing idiot always calls him at home, despite you repeatedly telling him not to.

gojo looks back at him, shock written on, engraved into his features.

"though i didn't really help you propose, i'm still the ringbearer, right?"

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