#not actually that new but newly crossposted so...

[alleyskywalker]

NEW FIC: Undeniable Spice (Theon/various)

Title: Undeniable Spice Co-Author: @hell-heron Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire Characters/Pairings: Theon/Alys Karstark, Theon/Bessa, Theon/Catelyn, Theon/Daryn Hornwood, Theon/Eleyna Westerling, Theon/Falia Flowers, Theon/Greydon Goodbrother, Theon/Hagen's daughter, Theon/Irri, Theon/Jeyne P., Theon/Kyra, Theon/Loras, Theon/Marq Piper, Theon/Nymeria Sand, Theon/Olyvar, Theon/Patrek, Theon/Quentyn, Theon/Robb, Theon/Squirrel, Theon/Tris, Theon/Miller's Wife from Acorn Water, Theon/Wynafryd, Theon/Captain's Daughter, Theon/Yohn Farwynd, Theon/Zia Frey Rating: R / Mature Word Count: ~10,700 Summary: A collection of drabbles and ficlets featuring different Theon ships (sweet, bitter or spicy!), one for each letter of the alphabet.

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[dearestwaves]

CONTAGIOUS SOUL

After Fright Night Dynamite, there's only one person Jack wants to talk to.

jackdanny (jack perry/daniel garcia) oneshot - 1.5k words - crossposted on AO3 here

Jack sits alone in The Elite locker room, the TNT belt laid over his lap as he stares at the wall across from him, content to ignore his current circumstance for as long as he can. The bucks left him here. They left Okada too, but it seems as if Okada is actually in on the plan. He’s not all that surprised he isn’t. Jack has no idea what he’s supposed to do from here. 

It’s not that he’s mad about the bucks abandoning him. He had just expected their betrayal to happen to his face, not as an afterthought once they’d finally faced their worst nightmares. Jack mulls over Kenny Omega’s reemergence, and wonders if he’s existing in The Elite on Kenny’s borrowed time. 

It’s just him, now. He doesn’t think Okada would have his back if it came down to it, and he would never ask, so he leaves that in the ‘fat chance’ box of allies (which is most of the company anyways). All he can do is try to avoid the murder spree making its way down the roster and defend his title. Maybe he’ll wake up to a text from Matt tomorrow explaining everything and he won’t have to worry about going through the effort of finding a new faction. 

And like he said, it doesn’t really hurt. It’s like the pit that tore open in his chest two years ago is just filled with apathy.

Jack breaks his dead-stare at the wall and looks down to the TNT belt. He runs his fingers over the front, down the sides, basking in his own creation. He thinks of Danny. Daniel Garcia. Who touched his belt and told him he’s next. Danny, who’s run rampant in his mind ever since he’d confronted him last week. Who pinned him to a wall an hour ago on live television. Daniel Garcia, his polar opposite. 

He doesn’t know why exactly, but he finds himself slinging his title over his shoulder and standing up. He doesn’t stop his feet from wandering to where he knows Danny will be. He blocks out any thoughts second guessing whatever he’s doing, letting his emotions get the best of him, just this once. Survival instinct can take the backseat on the decision-making for the night. He lets himself knock 3 times in rapid succession on the door of Private Party’s locker room. 

It’s quiet behind the door, and Jack assumes that the newly crowned tag champs had already left to celebrate their victory. The sight of Zay and Quen holding the belts and being paraded by the crowd didn’t irk him like he thought it would. It tugged at his heartstrings more than he would ever admit. 

 Jack was gambling that Danny stayed behind. As he received no answer he began to think this was a fluke and a bad idea in the first place. Until he heard shuffling behind the door. He felt a little panic rise in the bottom of his stomach, knowing there was no backing out now. There’s nowhere plausible to run without talking to whoever is behind the door. 

To his luck (or misfortune, he hasn’t decided) the door opens and he’s left face-to-face with Danny. The person he’d taken time out of his night to come find. The aforementioned was looking at him sideways, his shoulders squared like he was ready for whatever tussle Jack had brought to his door. When Jack couldn’t bring any threats from his lips, or any words at all, Danny’s shoulders sagged as he wordlessly pulled the door open wider, extending an arm as a motion for Jack to come inside. 

Jack slowly takes a step inside, making sure not to turn his back on Danny as a precaution. He watches as he closes the door and sighs before turning back to Jack with an exasperated look on his face. “What do you want? Was the disrespect not enough?” 

Jack tightens his grip on the belt sitting on his shoulder while staring blankly at Danny. “I… I don’t,” He doesn’t know what to say. He’s not even entirely sure why he’s here. “This was stupid. I’ll leave you alone,” He mumbles and attempts to step towards the door to leave. 

It seems as if Danny has other plans, though, stepping in his way. “No man, you’re not just gonna show up and then make your grand exit like this is the Jack Perry show. Why did you come here?” 

Jack’s shoulders instinctively pull up as he attempts to make himself look bigger, a contradiction to his dedication to avoiding eye contact. “I just— I don’t know, okay? I don’t have anywhere else to go.” 

Danny huffs out a laugh. “Well I’m glad to know you think so highly of me.” 

“You know that’s not what I meant.” 

“But it’s true though, isn’t it?” Danny steps back, eyeing Jack’s stance. “Put the belt down and look at me. I’m not gonna do anything.” 

“Am I supposed to believe that?” Jack’s eyes dart up to Danny with a sarcastic smile pulling at his lips, before they quickly dart back to the door. 

“Today’s full of surprises. I’m shocked you haven’t tried anything yet.” 

Jack lets fifteen seconds or so pass, before slowly sliding the belt off his shoulder and setting it on the bench and letting his eyes finally trail up to meet Danny’s. He doesn’t like the way his stomach flips when he isn’t met with anger. For the first time, Danny looks at Jack and it isn’t entirely disdain. Soft on the edges, like it hasn’t been left out to thaw for long enough. 

Danny laughs. “You look like yourself without that belt. Makes it harder for you to puff your chest out like you do.” 

“What do you mean I look like myself?” Jack questions, crossing his arms over his chest. “You don’t know me.” 

“Yeah, I don’t. But I know you don’t fit with the Elite. You look like you’re playing dress-up when you’re with them.” Danny cuts into him, and Jack begins to contemplate the choices that brought him here. “They don’t seem to think you fit either. Where’d they go? Left you behind?” 

Jack takes a step towards Danny with a growl, shoving him at the shoulder. “I fit. At least I did. I don’t know what they’re doing.” 

Danny seems stunned that Jack was confiding in him in some measure. “So you’re here because your contingency plan didn’t work out?” 

“No, Danny,” Jack throws his hands in the air before running them down his face. “I just don’t know what to do and I’m really tired of not knowing what to do. And I didn’t know where to go, and this is probably all a horrible idea because you want my title and you’re gonna use all of this against me—“ 

“Slow down,” Danny cuts him off, stepping forward and pulling Jack’s hands away from his face. They’re once again inches from each other, just like they’d been in the hallway earlier. This time, though, there’s no cameras instigating, Danny isn’t pushing and Jack isn’t scratching. “Just because I want your title doesn’t mean I won’t listen to you.” 

“How am I supposed to trust that?” Jack whispers, low in his throat. Danny looks taken aback at his words. 

“Because I’m not them.” is all he says in response. Jack isn’t sure which they he’s referring to, which should make him sadder than it does. 

They stand almost pressed together for a few more seconds until Danny breaks the silence. “But when I say that, I mean it in all senses. I will be here, but only next to you. I am not above or below you, do you got that?” 

Jack nods, finding himself unable to break the eye contact he dreaded only five minutes ago. “You’re not below me.” 

“Glad you finally figured that out,” Danny laughs. It’s soft, tumbling from soft lips and he’s still holding Jack’s hands. “I’ll show you when I take that belt—“

“You’re not above me either, Danny,” Jack banters, a smirk on his face as the other man raises his eyebrows at him. “That stipulation of yours goes both ways, doesn’t i—“ 

Danny cuts him off with a quick peck to his lips, chaste and short. Something you’d see Moxley do in the ring a year ago. It leaves Jack stunned, color rising to his cheeks. The longer Jack stares at him wide-eyed, the more the sly smile on Danny’s face grows. 

“What’s wrong, Jack, I thought you were the better—“ 

It’s Jack’s turn to cut Danny off, his hands breaking free from his grip to hold his face. He kisses him passionately, something taboo and desperate, pulling back as his heart beats through his chest. 

It’s Danny’s turn to look dumbfounded as Jack searches for words. “If you’re gonna do something,” Jack mumbles, his face still so close to Danny’s. “Commit to it.” 

Danny’s smirk returns like it had never been wiped clean in the first place, his hands finding home on Jack’s waist. And for the first time in days, under Danny’s eyes, Jack feels like he knows what to do.

if you read this i hope you enjoyed it!! ahahaha somewhat nervous to post it here as i am new 2 tumblr :3

[implausiblyjosh]

picking a direction and driving: part 1

(crosspost from cohost)

i've felt the urge to play a bit of Elite: Dangerous recently. So, I'm gonna pick a direction and just drive.

Well, okay. You can't really pick a direction and drive, so instead I've made my own route.

My plan is to go through the center of the galaxy, then turn around and head back home-ish. I've marked 9 points on the galaxy that I will go to, with my first location being NGC 6357 SECTOR ZU-Y C28. From my "home base", I Sola Prospect, this first leg is just over 8,000ly. With my current ship, an Asp Explorer with a 32ly jump range, this first leg takes over 250+ jumps. This is only one leg of 9+, so. uh. I'm gonna be jumping a lot.

My normal playstyle for this game is exploration, so I've already got all the essentials: extra fuel storage, a fuel scoop that can scoop from specific types of stars (KGB FOAM!), and tools to get data on the planets and stars in a system. So as I go from system to system I'll try and make some discoveries, which will mean anytime someone else goes to these stars (incredibly unlikely, the galaxy is Big) they will see my name as someone who discovered this first. It's kinda nice, and a fun way to get money when I get back home from this drive.

Well, this drive won't start itself, so let's go.

Most of these first systems I'll be going to first will be systems already discovered by other people. But as I go further and further out, we'll get to systems never seen before.

Oh, a tip for people getting into this game who also wanna discover new star systems: go "up" and "down" from the center plane of the galaxy. Sometimes I think people forget that the Milky Way exists in 3D space, so people forget you can go in all 3 directions in the galaxy map. You can find unexplored places by just going up and down! It makes the travel from unexplored systems to your "home base" station really quick, which is a nice turn-around.

One more note, here's what it looks like when someone has already mapped a planet/system:

As you can see here, SHADOWSLIP71 beat me to the punch in the SWOILZ VN-K C11-5 system. They came out to the star, surveyed the planets and mapped them out with probes, then reported back to a stellar cartography place on a base. The problem with documenting my travels before I report back is that you, dear reader, could beat me to the punch! Since I'll be out collecting data and driving, I won't be back to deliver my info for... awhile. Who knows how long. I may forget to do this! You could swoop in and beat me!

Anyways, let's keep driving.

About 35 jumps into this leg of the drive, I've found my first new system: SWOILZ LS-N A102-4. It's a pretty "regular" system, home to 6 icy bodies and one star. The cool thing to me is that there are two pairs of planets, locked into each other's orbits, that are orbiting their star. This isn't a Earth & Moon situation, it's like if Mercury was orbiting another Mercury. It's a small thing, but seeing two of these is so cool. It makes me wonder, could you have two planets locked in orbits, but also having their own moons locked into the orbit of the two planets? A moon orbiting the "mass" of the two planets orbiting each other?

I dunno, I'm no scientist, I'm just driving.

Here's another fascinating system, SWOILZ QZ-0 E6-19. There are 3 stars here, A, B, & C. B & C are locked into an orbit with each other, and that orbit is in orbit of A. B & C's orbit has 2 planet's in it's orbit, A has 6 planets in it's orbit, and this whole 3-star system has 6 planets orbiting the entirety of the system. It's bonkers! This is wild! I wonder if there are systems like this in our actual galaxy. Could we even know this?

I fuel up at the next star, AUCOKS QC-Y A3, and I've got 219 jumps left in this leg. I'm not going to be able to make all 219 jumps, but I'm going to try and get to 200 jumps left.

I hit my first newly discovered star system that doesn't just have icy bodies! Here we have AUCOKS CX-M A20-2, which has two stars, a handful of icy bodies, a couple of rocky ice worlds, and a couple of gas giants! One of the gas giants even has a ring, same with an icy body! What a fun system to have found!

With that, I'm getting hungry, so it's time to stop driving.

End of drive report Jumps done: 48 Jumps left in this leg: 212 Approximate distance from home: 1,741ly Approximate distance to the end of this leg: 6,353ly Legs of the journey left: 9 of 9

[ov105]

Best friends, right?

Hello and Merry Christmas everyone! Just thought of something quick for you all after that long while of ironing out Karina.

Though as you’ve noticed, I’ll just continue upkeep of this account to crosspost my work between here in AFF, in hopes of reaching a wider audience.

4,487 words of Luda. 

In case I don't see you: Good afternoon, good evening, and good night! Merry Christmas, and may God bless you all.

Saturday day-off is a clause coated in cookie batter for the newly minted working man, dipped in sugar, and drizzled with honey. Driving up the spiral ramps at the mall parking lot with Luda on the passenger seat at 8:45 in the morning was pretty much an ideal way to catch up on an otherwise quick weekend. Going to the cinema this early was a bit odd, but then being the better man, I can only remain stubborn for so long and not go at all. 

“Wow, nobody here,” I said as I exited right on the top floor. The morning light gave a somewhat expansive view of the near-empty lot, knowing for myself that most of the time it’d have rows upon rows of cars any time of the day - but not this early, save for the few tenants that pulled up much earlier than us. Being a relative opportunist, I decided to forego the big yellow arrows to cut some rows of parking to get a sweet spot on the edge of the lot. 

“Wow, big brain, huh?” Luda said as I made a left turn and cut through diagonally through two rows of unoccupied parking. Before returning with a right turn and stopping at where I intended us to be. 

“Not like they’d care, even at uni, the guard doesn’t give a shit if I pulled this,” I replied, pulling the parking brake up. 

We can’t get out of the car either way, so I just left everything as is as I reclined, leaned forward, reached down to pull a cold lever, and pushed back my seat. Stretching and fishing my phone from my jacket as I laid down lazily. I had been unable to check my notifications as it pinged, again and again, earlier that day while I was eating, in the shower, and dressing up. Only to find out it was some things that I forgot to do and kept on bugging me. It was pretty much a bummer.

“How long do we have to wait?” Luda said, turning the knob and turning it down a notch. 

“Just turn it off,” I said, referring to the radio, “An hour I think? An hour and fifteen minutes to be sure,” I continued, answering her question.

After that, we spent ten or so minutes catching up on what we had missed. It’d only been a year since we graduated, but things always feel different when jumping to a new chapter. There’s that idea of feeling like not sticking in your new environment, but in reality, I probably just don’t know that I’m one of them already - the only catch is I’m still stuck in the past. My friends dearly reminded me of that past. 

It was a slow start, but later on, I was at the same pace we both shared when we talked with each other. It was reminiscent of the school cafeteria, just dropping everything and talking, joking, and talking again. Soon after that yellow brick road, we were back talking about our hobbies; Luda with her postcards and calligraphy, and I with my photography.

"So, when are you going to be my portrait model?” I asked, “You know, I've been looking for someone to practice my shooting skill on,” rubbing my hands around, a bit nervous,  “You can be a nice model, you know."

"I don't know,” Luda said, averting her eyes down, “You know I'm not really that pretty to be a model, nor do I have a supermodel body," she continued.

"Hey, you've always been a cutie. It’d be great to see your eyes smile in my camera roll."

Luda gave a glance, then scoffed at the compliment.

"Fine, as for the body part,” I said, taking a glance to her chest, “I guess you're somewhat right.” 

"Hey! It’s not like you’re big anyway," she replied, coming at her defense.

"Well, I can say yours is true, but there's no way you can tell it for me," I replied, cackling as I enjoy my victory in our little argument.

At least that’s what I thought. Then, a bolt of lightning.

"You sure about that?" Luda said as her arm darted out and ducked between my shorts, quickly grabbing, and worse, squeezing my member with her fingers. Surprised, I swatted her hand away, closing my thighs on instinct.

“Yah!” Missing her hand as she reeled it back. 

“Ah, so I was right after all,” she said.

“Ha?!” I replied with an eyebrow raised and sounding agitated. However, my brain was sifting through whether or not I was to be pissed off, surprised, or aroused.

“I guess we’re equal now, you are not that big either..,” Luda said, as she looked at me with a mischievous face while pinching her finger.

Then the thunder struck.

“But it seems like it is getting bigger.., are you actually having a boner for your best friend?”

Luda's face was as blank as a statue before erupting into awkward laughter.

“Ha! I guess all men are the same!” Luda said.

“Bullshit!” I scoffed, “Well, this is the natural reaction! I can’t control it, plus, you touched where you shouldn’t be touching!” I replied, now growing even more confused by the situation, unsure whether I should get angry or just get over it.

Then lightning struck, the thunder of primal instinct along with it. 

“You know… I’ve always wondered how it’s gonna be like. Can I touch it again?” Luda looked at me with her puppy eyes.

What? That’s all I have in my mind - What did she just say?

“If you’re shy, you can just let me have a look,” Luda kept her gaze at me with a naughty expression as she spoke.

“I’m not shy, but this is a public area,” I stressed as I looked around, “Plus, you sure this is what best friends do?” I replied. 

“I’m not sure that is what best friends should do, but I’m sure,” she said, “I want to touch it again. Please?” Luda asked again, and no, it’s not what friends typically do. 

It is those eyes again, I swear. Those puppy eyes just make me put my guard down.

“Just once,” I said, holding a finger up, “And you’re not going to do this again,” I finally gave in to her unusual request.

“Just relax. I know we’ll both keep quiet,” Luda said, leaning close. I was expecting to have to spend more than I should today, or that maybe we’d go home a while after the mall closes in the evening. I wasn’t expecting to get head from one of my best friends.

Luda's small palm hovered over the slight bulge on my shorts before her long, spindly fingers grabbed my bulge and squeezed me again. Going tighter as my blood slowly tensed my muscles on her grip. Her hands then slid up and unbuttoned me. 

“Ya!?” I asked her, though not acting on her hand this time. She just giggled a bit. 

“I only said touch, not see,” I said

"I just wanted to have some extra fun," Luda replied as she giggled again.

"That's not how friends have fun, and you know we are still in a public area, right?" I said as I held onto her hand.

"Yeah, in between 2 empty cars in a far corner of an unopened mall, what could go wrong, right?" Luda said, a bit sarcastically, as she freed her hand away from mine.

“Fine, fine, I’m not supposed to let you have it, but I guess this is the benefit of being a friend for a decade, just a peek, I’m not expecting you to do anything more stupid than this,” and there I gave in again, for whatever reason that is.

“You know I never expected to see my best friend’s dick, but this feels really fun,” Luda replied as she’s giggling and unzipping my pants like a happy little child that is unwrapping her Christmas present.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this too,” I sighed as I’m still in a state of disbelief, looking at my best friend that is now trying to dig my member out of my pants.

And the thunder struck again, like one that came off a grade 5 hurricane.

"Do you remember that you said we might end up together if no one wants us? At this rate, both of us nerds are gonna be single forever," She said as she started to lean closer and closer.

“Why not just let me practice what is bound to happen to us anyway? Luda replied as she stared at me from below.

Feeling uneasy as I feel like she’s gonna do something worse or better, I just stared blankly at her and sighed.

“Are you trying to do what I think you’re going to do?” I said as I got more and more intrigued by the situation.

“I guess best friends think alike?” Luda looked at me and slightly adjusted her specs as if she’s giving out a hint.

“Fine. I wasn’t expecting this, but fine, just do whatever you want to do, at least make a good job out of it,” I spoke my mind. All but a human still with the warmth of her fingers over me, waving my white flag up. 

“Wasn’t expecting to do this on a movie day, but don’t you worry, I’ll help you fix your boner issue,” Luda said with a slightly naughty expression as she took her hands out, pulled down my shorts, and swatted it off as it hung on my shoes. 

Her spindly fingers grabbed my cock again through my boxers, then rubbing the cloth with her palm. Glancing at her, one that caught her eye as she bit her lip. I could feel she was ready to back out, but it was too far for either of us even then. I don’t know why I got hard faster than I thought I would’ve as Luda rubbed her fingers on where my tip was. 

Thinking it was a bit uncomfortable for her to be leaning over from her side just to suck me off, I told her to stop as I pushed my seat the furthest it could go. 

“Get over here. We only have 45 minutes,” I beckoned her. Luda looked around a bit as she moved to my side of the car, giving one last look at her cute face before she’d defile the sight of it forever as she knelt before me. Her hands continued to rub me over my underwear, her fingertips pressing slightly harder as she traced my shaft and closing together as she rubbed my tip. I guess being a calligrapher helped how she hadn’t choked me yet. I was surprised to feel her grabbing my balls and squeezing them a bit. She did her homework, I guess. 

She giggled again, covering her mouth with her hands before she let out what was, by now, the obvious.

“Ah, this is so dirty!” 

I mean, if you’ve been friends for ten years, since the wee days of just starting in high school. After all that time, we’ve seen each other grow as individuals. Add to that, after an ex-boyfriend. It really would be dirty for her to be in front of me and just one pull away from seeing my cock. 

“Fuck it.”

Luda just said, darting her hands into the hem of my boxers and pulled it down. My cock sprung, half-hard, as she grabbed it. Luda quickly began stroking it with a hand as the other crept up on my thigh. It took her wrists a while to get it right, leading me from there, with a girl’s pale white fingers pressing against the brown foreskin, trapping it in with her soft palm as she went along with her hand job. Her thumb kept on sliding up the underside of my tip, which only helped my veins hoist my shaft up with her stroking. 

I could slowly feel my brain turn to mush as Luda's soft hand made quick work of me, making it worse as she switched from her right to left palm. Being a leftie, she instantly ended up being much more in control; her touch felt beautiful. Slowing down as she moved her palm out of the way, keeping her fingers around my cock as she opened her mouth, her tongue emerging between her teeth. 

Luda then stopped stroking, pulled my cock close to her tongue, and licked it, not just once, but twice. Stroking back again as she glanced up, giggling as she looked down, and giving another glance as she stuck her tongue and licked the whole way upward. When my ex would do this, I’d already let out at least a whimper by this time. It was still odd with my best friend giving it to me, but as she repeated the touch of her tongue on my shaft, she was showering that away. 

Twitching once the first time her tongue licked around my tip, she just gave me a look of “I told you so” before throwing back as if to insult me for what my body was telling her.  

“I told you, all men are the same.” 

Luda said as she wrapped her lips around the tip, rounding her tongue around it a few times before a wet smooch followed as she pulled back. It was a sight straight out of an adult video.

“Where did you learn that?” I asked. 

“Ex,” She replied, stroking me a few times. Her tongue was licking upwards. It was clear she was trying to woo me over. Hearing a few giggles here and there as she knew this sudden change of plans was neither on our mental checklists for today. 

“Relax, just relax,” Luda cooed at me as she wrapped her lips around the tip before pushing forward and taking me into her mouth. It was warmth. It was bliss as her tongue slid under, her small lips parted open as an inch-and-a-half was inside her mouth. She slid her fingers through her dark brown hair and kept them down her left side as she went down another inch. 

Luda looked up at me and still had her large specs on, her small mouth enclosed around my cock, and her tongue playing around. When I met her years ago, I couldn’t tell myself that I would’ve wanted this to happen. 

She closed her eyes, then pulled back just to the tip before pushing down, taking an inch or two in as she bobbed around for a bit. She took me off from her mouth as she made herself a ponytail, leaning in and playing around with my tip using her lips as she did. As soon as her hands were off her hair, she quickly dived down, not stopping until I felt my head knock the back of her mouth. Luda furrowed her eyebrows a bit, hearing a gag as her mouth contracted around it. Before pulling back with a gasp, saliva all over her lips as she licked them, a few falling down the side before she caught me by the tip again. 

Making sure I felt at home as she kept her gaze at me, lips sucking around my tip and making me twitch a bit as that electrifying feeling ran through my nerves. Though now, her gaze was very much different. It was less unsure and more seductive. Showing me how she has gained her footing as her tongue licked into my slit, making my jaw drop and my cock throb slightly in her lips. Hearing her giggle before she pushed down again.

Watching as Luda knelt, bobbing her head on my cock, seeing my shaft glisten while listening to her small moans as she became more daring. Always a few inches in, but never taking it deep down her throat. She tried earlier, though now she wanted to prove herself well to her friend - and she was doing it excellently. 

By now, my cock was turning from an ordinary pink to a darker pink shade, aside from how it glistened with her saliva on it. It reflected what I couldn’t tell my best friend; that she was making me feel good. 

Luda moaned as she kept her pace halfway down on my cock. I thought it would be appropriate to return at least half of the pleasure she’s giving now, sitting up a bit with my hand sliding down her collar, fingers searching for the garter of her bra, following it down and sliding my hand into her bra, grabbing hold of one of her soft tits. They were small, but they were still soft. She whimpered a bit as I squeezed it, taking me deeper inside her in return. The feeling of getting sucked deeper made me bite my lip and groan; it just felt too good.

Luda's cheeks and small mouth didn’t struggle too much. Judging from how good and warm she’s making me feel, getting an involuntary throb from my cock a few times. Though now she wanted a bit more as she started getting louder, my nerves feeling the seal of her lips wrap tighter around my base, and even more so around my tip. This forced her to lean forward, and in turn, upward. I was lying down as she made a slight list, still allowing me to reach for her bra. 

Now that the light was able to shine on how Luda's pink tongue made circles, then her lips kissed, took in, and then dived on my cock. A loud slurp followed as she rounded off at the tip of me, hearing a giggle as my legs shook a bit. Flashing that eye smile as she slowly took in all the inches I could give as I slid atop her palate to the back of her mouth. The tension throughout just had my toes curled as she did it again and again, and when she saw how my neck was beginning to sweat bullets because of it, that’s how she carried on. 

“If you’re gonna keep playing around like that, just deepthroat me already,” I told her. 

“As you wish then.”

Luda went up top, her tongue flashing a bit as she rounded my tip, before her lips wrapped around the head as tight as she could and went down to the base. Hearing her gag as it hit and went past the back of her mouth, that feeling of her mouth contracting as the pink tip of my cock went the deepest it could go. Her cute face scrunched up as her throat got tighter and another gag before she reeled back, a huge gasp following as my cock sprung out of her little mouth.

Fuck, Luda mouthed. 

Before the first drip touched my crotch, Luda's lips wrapped around my head and went back down to the base in what was an unpredictable move. She rose back up halfway and pushed herself down again, with a gakt! as her throat gagged, her eyes and nose scrunching too as she got to grips with me being this deep. I thought the worst of it and her making a mess of us before our day has even started. 

Luda then looked up to me as she pulled back; Give it to me. 

Closing her eyes as a series of gags filled the air, each gritter than the last before she stopped and gasped just as I watched her tongue swipe left to right, before leaning in and licking my tip as I throbbed. 

I thought about going harsh on her, living a wild fantasy I only had seen before in porn. As she put her lips around my cock again, my hands got to the back of her head and pushed her down, and for the first time, I thrust my hips up into her throat. A loud gag from Luda followed as her fingers dug into my thighs. I looked down to see my friend; saliva dripping down the sides of her lips, her dark hair looked like a mess, her eyes only said one thing; get on with it.

Putting my fingers where I could get a good grip on Luda's head, I pushed her back against my crotch again. Groaning weakly as I began to fuck her throat. Her hands held onto my thighs as I relished in the feeling of pushing down against the depth she could go, while I was beginning to reach cloud nine as I kept hitting the back of her throat. The struggle being heard in her gags slowly turned from her coping with my tip spearing down her throat, her gags becoming moans as I used her mouth for myself. 

“You like that?” I asked as I pushed her against me, though my grip held her tight as she began to gag on it. Realizing she can’t talk and only giving a muffled response, she just nodded. 

Sitting up a bit as I got a fistful of Luda's hair, she gagged the whole time until I pulled her away from my cock. Wet lips and a thick trail of saliva dripped off her mouth as she held her mouth open.

“You like that?” I repeated.

“Love it. I wished my ex did the same to me too,” Luda replied, moving onto my cock despite the fistful of hair above her head. She wanted it so badly, though, of course, we were still best friends after this. 

She then caught my cock again, her saliva and my precum dripping once or twice from the tip as it throbbed. It still was throbbing as Luda wrapped her lips around it, her tongue playing around my tip before I pushed a little deeper and her tongue laid under my shaft, and once that was done, I forced myself into Luda's mouth. 

The squelching sound came off her lips as I bit my lip. Looking at Luda and reflecting on how she immediately flashed a smile as she got on the passenger seat almost an hour ago, with only a plan to catch up and see a movie. But now, as I looked down again to see the same eyes, with her lips wrapped around the smuttiest part, as I had a fistful of her hair as her cheeks bounced every time I smacked my crotch against her face and down her throat.

Feeling that familiar weight coming on as I edged closer to my release, I had ought to rush it. After all, this was just supposed to be quick. I was locking my legs up as I prepared to blow it down Luda's tight throat. I was pushing her faster against my crotch as her gags got louder and prominent. I was close to sending cum down her throat, and I wasn’t going to have her back out now.

I heard once that “A day with a blowjob from a good friend is always a great day,” and needless to say, I scrubbed it off as some crude porn joke. Though now, with Luda at the mercy of my loins, and how my cock was probably turning red with how fucking good it feels using her throat to let my cum out after a long, busy stint at work, perhaps it is a fact.

Her eye smile disappeared and almost begged me to finish as she forcibly closed them, gagging loudly as I throbbed near uncontrollably down her throat. The grip her throat gave as it contracted, seeking both pleasure and withstanding the pain of her best friend’s dick shoving itself down her throat. I just relished at the sight of her both in the throes of pain and pleasure. She knew that by how my fingers gripped her hair tight, and my shaft throbbing down her neck. 

“Fuck, Luda,” was all I could say as that final throb came, and the surge of cum shot out of my tip, the first, weak shot, followed by the thick spurts of hot semen that left my loins and shot down into Luda's throat. Feeling myself crumple as I bit my lip and moaned behind it. My cock twitched as I moved and let out another spurt of cum as it slid back from her tight throat, now splattered white and trickling with cum after I just blasted all over it. 

Letting go of her hair, and as soon as it hit her shoulders, Luda quickly pulled back; my cock plopped out of her mouth, dripping from all that saliva and cum it just let out. She just gasped, swallowing her saliva as her fingers rubbed her neck, wiping her lips with her wrist, before showing her tongue out with whatever cum she could bring up. She just giggled as she pulled herself back and reached for her purse.

“Fuck, that was something,” Luda said as she wiped her lips with the tissues she had in her bag.

Now I was vulnerable, and our day hasn’t even started. Luda just remained there, knelt before my now limp cock and cleaning herself. Only then, as she dabbed the tissue down her neck, clearing away whatever precum and saliva dripped down that, I knew I’d done her well. 

Sliding a finger and flicking my cock, playing with it, though, in honesty, I was surprised that it wasn’t even my girlfriend who gave that, but one of the last persons on my list to make that move, less ask for it themselves. Luda just chuckled as I looked in awe at my own. 

“Too bad I can’t clean that up for you. No worries, it’s all down my throat anyway.” 

“Whatever,” I just replied. Both of us quickly molted back to being friends. Even after she had just sucked her best friend’s dick, and mind you, with par excellence, it wouldn’t change anything for us. It was just some fun banter that turned sexual, and now that’ll remain a truly closeted moment for us. We wouldn’t even have gathered an ounce of the gut, let alone think of it, and to ask this lewd favor just a few years ago. 

“Do you think anybody saw us?” Luda said as she jumped back to her seat. 

“It was none of their business,” I said, laughing, “They should’ve just wished it was them instead,” I continued, smirking. 

“Ah, so you did like it?” Luda asked, although just moments earlier, while I gripped her, it had been obvious, “Besides, that’s the first time I got deepthroated, so thanks?” 

“Yeah, right, my pleasure,” I replied sarcastically. Luda stood her ground and insisted, but I guess she already knew that I didn’t like it - I loved it. 

“So, how long until it opens?” She asked, looking around again before focusing on her phone.

“15 minutes.” 

[therenlover]

The Doctor Is In (Part Two of Till Forever Falls Apart, A Peter Maximoff/Reader Series)

Synopsis: Peter’s first few days in his new home are mostly uneventful, so he decides it’s the perfect time to dust off his running goggles and steal some shit. The building with the massive circular stained glass window seems like a great place to start! People with buildings that lavish are usually rich and weak, so what could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Pre-Relationship, Slow Burn, Falling in Love, Attempted Theft, Secrets, Suspicions, 

Rating: T

Warnings: Mild Language, Slight Sexual Innuendo

Word Count: 2800~

This work, as well as the other completed parts of this series, have been crossposted to my AO3! 

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To Peter’s credit, it had all started with good intentions… okay, semi-good intentions, but that was the best defense he had to offer.

One moment he’s speeding into a funky building with a cool glass window looking for a knick-knack to take home to Y/N and the next he’s falling through endless darkness, searching for anything he could possibly grab onto. It was hell. Worst of all, though, he couldn’t use his speed. The world was only emptiness and darkness for as far as he could reach. Well, it was until he hit the ground.

It was a sudden jolt after what felt like hours of captivity when Peter hit the cool tiles of the flooring below him. The bright light after total darkness burned his eyes. He winced against it, lifting his arms to shield his face. There was no time to acclimate to his new surroundings, though, which were definitely not part of the building he had been inside before he might add, because the second his vision came back into focus a booming voice rang out from behind him.

“Peter Maximoff, what purpose did you have for breaking into the Sanctum Sanctorum?”

Peter spun around quickly on the ground to find a man floating behind him. Wait, floating? He didn’t even have time to question how the stranger knew his name while he was questioning what the hell he was. Was he a mutant? The man looked furious, his red cape billowing out behind him in an almost menacing manner while he stroked his goatee, eyebrows pinched together with rage. Peter had no clue what his deal was or who the hell he was looking at but he did know he had to calm him down fast if he wanted to avert disaster.

Apparently, he was thinking too long though because he wasn’t fast enough.

“I’ll ask you one last time,” the man’s hands came down to chest level, whirring with some sort of orange power, “why did you break into the Sanctum Sanctorum? This is your last chance,”

Somewhere in the distance, a dull thud sounded against the tile, like someone dropping a purse or bag. Peter didn’t have time to think about that, though. He was too busy saving his own life. All he had to do was get to his feet so he could run off! Unfortunately, that was better said than done.

“Woah, Woah, Woah!” he scrambled backward trying to stand but found his feet bound with the same orange sparks that were growing by the second in his attacker’s hands, “I have no clue what the hell a Sanctum Sanctorum is! I think you’ve got the wrong guy, man,”

His assailant cocked his head to the side. “So you’re telling me some other inhumanly fast kleptomaniac mutant from another dimension broke through all of my wards and tried to steal priceless magical artifacts from the Sanctum?”

Peter shrugged nonchalantly. “Magical artifacts? Dude, magic isn’t real. You’ve got the wrong guy,”

Thankfully, the man sighed in exhaustion, letting the orange sparks in his palms disappear as he pinched the bridge of his nose leaving only the ones around Peter’s ankles remaining. For the first time in his life, Peter was glad to be annoying.

“Jesus, I should have had my coffee before dealing with you…”

“I know right?” Peter propped himself up on his hands, “it’s always tragic when you catch the wrong guy, but I’m sure you’ll find your thief eventually. In fact, I think I saw some super speedy dude running towards Central Park when I was walking past that fancy building with the big circle window. That’s so weird! Maybe you should let me go so you can go find your guy,”

The man only seemed to get more pissed off the further Peter dug himself into his own grave. “Oh, I’m not planning on letting you go any time soon. I’m just avoiding a reckoning by letting your keeper know I’m taking you into the Avenger’s custody before we go,”

He was so screwed. “That’s not a-”

Before Peter could even finish his sentence, a crash echoed from across the room.

“STEPHEN STRANGE,”

Now, Peter couldn’t decide if he was saved or even more screwed than before.

There, across the room of what he had now gathered to be a large exhibit at some sort of museum, was Y/N. To say she looked furious would be an understatement.

The art on the walls seemed to shake in her wake as she stormed into the open center of the room, eyes boring holes into Peter’s assailant as she rolled up the sleeves of her paint-stained denim button-up. He could only imagine that this was the reckoning the magic dude was trying to avoid.

The man, Stephen, didn’t waver despite Y/N’s entrance. “Would it kill you to just use my title? I got my doctorate for a reason, you know,” His tone was flat and almost bored as Y/N seethed.

“Fuck you,” she spat, “what the hell are you doing with Peter? And bringing him here of all places? I thought you were supposed to be the responsible Avenger,”

“And I thought you were supposed to keep this menace under control. It looks like we both have a few responsibilities we aren’t keeping up with, huh?”

Across the floor, Peter winced. He hadn’t intended on getting anyone in trouble, he was just looking for a little fun to pass the time and maybe a housewarming gift that would fit in with the rest of Y/N’s antique decor. How was he supposed to know that a crazy, magic, floating guy would take him to what he could only assume was magic prison for breaking into his wizard’s lair? Surprisingly, Y/N picked up his movement.

“Peter, are you okay?” Her eyes never left Strange, flaming with a ferocity that bordered on homicidal, but her voice softened considerably as she spoke to him. He was quick to respond.

“I’m all good! A little tied up at the moment, but it’s nothing I can’t handle!” He shouted back.

Y/N nodded. “Good, just stick tight while I deal with this asshole,”

As the last words left her lips all the softness she had mustered for Peter’s sake dissolved, leaving behind pure, unbridled anger once more.

“You had no right to take him, Strange. We made a deal,”

“You’re right, we did make a deal,” Stephen responded, floating to the ground and taking a step closer to Y/N, “but my duties as Sorcerer Supreme will always come first,”

“That has nothing to do with him! He poses no threat to this universe!”

“He was attempting to steal extremely powerful magical artifacts, Y/N! If a mutant from another dimension had gotten their hands on the Book of Vishanti or the Clock of the Ages who knows what might have happened?”

Y/N stilled. “Peter,” her voice wasn’t the same as it had been when she was shouting at Strange, but it also wasn’t half as gentle as it has been before, “did you steal anything from Stephen?”

Peter, still dazed from the entirety of the experience, was quick to defend himself.

“No! No, I didn’t steal anything!”

One sharp look from Stephen and Y/N sent him spiraling for an excuse.

“Okay, I went in with the intention of stealing, but I had no idea that stuff was magical! I didn’t even know wizards existed! Witches I understood but wizards too? In the middle of New York? Besides, all of this is a moot point! I didn’t actually take anything,”

Surprisingly, Y/N’s expression seemed to soften once again. “See, Stephen? Peter didn’t mean any harm. Now let him go, and this can all be a thing of the past,” As she spoke, he could have sworn that her eyes began to faintly glow.

“I still don’t think it’s a great idea to let him roam free,” Stephen ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair and the restraints around Peter’s ankles tightened slightly.

“Then you’ll have to take him from me,” Y/N brought her hands up, small rippling balls of light beginning to grow in her palms. Peter had never been so scared and aroused in his life. Was this the ‘small power’ she had mentioned to him when he moved in?

“I have remained civil with you and the mages of your order, Strange, but you have no power over me, especially on my own home turf. You lack the time stone now, so you know what will happen if you and I go toe to toe again. Besides, none of that matters. Peter is mine. Mine to protect and defend until he returns to his rightful place in his universe. So, will you let him go, or will we have to settle this the old-fashioned way?”

Y/N’s eyes were definitely glowing now, a brilliant green gleaming from within her as a rough breeze began flowing in from the door across the room. Stephen made no move to attack though. Instead, he heaved a sigh. “You can have your man child back Y/N, calm down,”

Slowly, the glow dissipated, the orbs of light shrinking into nothingness as she lowered her hands. “Thank you, Stephen,”

In an instant, it was as if the pair had gotten along the whole time.

He nodded. “Don’t thank me, just keep him away from ancient magical secrets next time,” Strange paused as if he was finished speaking, but then chuckled softly. It was the most human Peter had ever seen him. “You know how this ends, Y/N. We both do. Are you really sure you want to go through with this?”

It was Y/N’s turn to nod. “I appreciate that you’re looking out for me, but I made my choice a long time ago. There has never been another path for me. Please respect that,”

Peter was clueless as to what any of their exchange meant, too busy rubbing the ache out of his newly freed ankles to think too deeply about whatever deep exchange was happening in front of him, but a nagging feeling in his chest made him think that it must have something to do with him.

Then, in a burst of golden light, Stephen Strange was gone, leaving Y/N and Peter alone as they took in everything that had just happened. It was silent for a moment, the two of them caught between being stunned and glad to see each other, before Y/N’s angry facade melted away.

“What a fucking asshole,” she snickered, making her way over to Peter and offering him a hand, “I hate that guy,”

Peter took her hand and, with a soft pull, was finally upright again. “I know, right? He seems like a total douchebag,”

“Right? Like, yeah it’s terrible enough to kidnap you and try to take you into Avengers custody, but trying to get me to hand you over at my job? That’s just rude on a whole new level,”

“You work here?” Peter gestured at the art on the walls, making Y/N smile.

“Yeah, this is where I go every day. Welcome to the Brooklyn Museum!” She began to lead him out towards the door, linking her arm around his in a strangely intimate act. Peter was sure that she didn’t mean it like that but something about her closeness made his heart flutter.

He guffawed as they walked, passing happy couples and exhibits packed full. “It’s cool here, but I just assumed you worked somewhere… I dunno, more hero-y?”

Y/N laughed. “Everyone always does, but I’ve been attached to restoring paintings since before I ever took up the whole hero gig. I guess it’s the one stable thing I’ve had for my whole life.”

Watching Y/N’s face light up almost made Peter forget that less than an hour earlier he’d been shoved in an infinite dark dimension and threatened with imprisonment by a wizard. It was like she was the only thing worth seeing in a building full of priceless art.

“I’ve always felt strangely comfortable in museums,” she continued, hand brushing against Peter’s bicep in what he could only assume was an accident, “being surrounded by history just feels right to me. It’s like coming home,” Peter couldn’t help but grin, holding back a snicker.

“I’m guessing that’s the real reason you offered to take me in,” he teased, gently ribbing Y/N and making her giggle, “just couldn’t help but bring home a blast from the past who still has their youthful good looks,”

“You caught me! I just couldn’t resist your elderly charms,”

In a moment of poor judgment, Peter found himself leaning into her touch but was surprised to find her leaning right back into him. His heart began to pound faster. He could only hope she couldn’t tell. The feeling of being close to Y/N, listening to her laugh, being the shoulder she leaned on… it was like nothing Peter had ever felt before.

The short remainder of their walk to Y/N’s destination was mostly quiet, but neither of them tried to pull away from the other. Their moment only ended when they reached a large door labeled ‘Staff Only’. Y/N finally unlinked her arm from Peter’s before turning to face him. He was proud to note the flush on her face.

“I’m gonna go grab my bag,” she muttered, worrying the edge of her lip with her teeth, “do you mind taking me home? Traveling with you would probably be faster than hailing a taxi, and way less expensive,”

Between the thought of getting to be close to Y/N again and the excitement of getting to show off his powers, Peter was eager to please. “Sure thing! Do you want me to grab your bag for you? I’m sure I’d be quicker?” He emphasized his statement with a wink. Unfortunately, it didn’t have the desired effect.

Instead, Y/N looked almost nervous as she shook her head no. “I’ve got it, Peter,” she insisted.

He quirked up an eyebrow in surprise. “You sure? We could be home in a minute tops, just say the word,”

“There’s just a lot of important museum stuff back there! I trust you Peter, but this is priceless art we’re talking about, so I’d rather not take any chances. I’ll be back in a second!”

She slowly backed towards the door, offering him one last smile before disappearing into the darkness beyond. Something about her expression turned Peter’s stomach. It wasn’t unfamiliar, she had acted similarly in a few days Peter had known her at seemingly random times, but it just seemed… suspicious, like there was something he should definitely know that he was being kept in the dark about. Despite everything, he shook off the feeling, chalking it up to him not understanding all the intricacies of this new universe. If love made him blind, he was willing to take that chance.

It only took a few minutes for Y/N to emerge, a small messenger bag in hand, but when she did she was joyful once again, offering Peter an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that. Did I miss anything while I was gone?”

He shook his head, pulling down his goggles and offering her his hand. “Not much, just the end of the world,”

She giggled. “So do I just hop on your back or what?”

Peter’s heart skipped a beat. In a second he was down on his knee. “All aboard,” He did his best to keep still as Y/N settled herself on his back, then he was lifting her easily, arms hooked under her knees as she giggled into his hair. “What’s so funny?”

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders securely as he stood. “I just expected you to call yourself the Bohner express,”

It took all of Peter’s strength to keep his laughter under control. “You tell me that now? After the opportunity to use it has passed?”

Y/N squeezed him a little tighter. “I’m sure you’ll get to use it next time,”

The thought of a next time sent Peter’s heart rate through the roof. Oh, it was on.

“I’d hold on if I were you,” he said, smirking, “the Bohner express is leaving the station,”

Y/N was quick to snap back. “Let’s hope it doesn’t disappoint,”

“Oh Y/N, the Bohner express never disappoints,”

“Prove it,”

Peter had them back to the brownstone in record time.

[ohgodmyeyes]

Movie Night

Luke x Anakin is my new favourite ship, so I’m gonna crosspost one of those, too. I’m bored.

3k words of modern!Anakin fucking his son on the couch below the cut.

18+

Luke liked to sit next to his dad.

"What are you watching?" he asked one evening, as he fell beside Anakin onto the well-worn old couch in the basement.

"Huh?" Relaxing downstairs after work was one of Anakin's favourite things to do. He liked to bathe, shirtless, in the gentle, blue glow of his television set. Like the sofa, the TV was old— Anakin had never bothered to upgrade to HD. Not down here, anyway.

Luke didn't mind. Again, he just liked to sit next to his dad.

"I said, what are you watching?"

"Oh. Movie."

"What movie?"

"Rambo."

"Oh, cool. I like the old ones."

"Fuck off." Anakin didn't think 'Rambo' was that old.

He'd just started drinking when his son had walked in— cans of beer, interspersed with the odd shot of dark, spiced rum. When he offered some of it to Luke, Luke didn't refuse.

Luke liked to do the things his dad did.

So, the two men drank— shot after shot, beer after beer, late into the night. 'Rambo' ended and 'Predator' started, and then 'Predator' ended, too. Luke rested his head on his dad's chest. It was strong, wide, and smooth. 'Top Gun' started to play next. Luke began to absently stroke Anakin's stomach.

By then, they were both certifiably shitfaced.

"You're pretty," said Anakin, sometime during an extended commercial break between films. It seemed to come from absolutely nowhere.

"What?" Luke turned his head to look up at his dad's face. He always seemed so serious. Right now was no exception.

"You're pretty," repeated Anakin flatly. "Like your mom." He was slurring his words a bit, but he wasn't lying. Luke was fucking gorgeous.

Luke felt himself blush. Why the hell was he blushing? "You... you think I'm—?"

"You're gonna get me in trouble one day." Anakin hadn't had a coherent thought for hours. Luke and the heat of his body were all there was. That, and the glow of the television screen.

"What are you talking about?" Luke tried to sit up a bit, but it was difficult. His dad's chest seemed almost... magnetic. He felt stuck to it.

"I'm talking about how you're even worse than your mom. She's a tease, sure... but you're a goddamn sadist." Anakin peered down at Luke. The kid looked like he belonged on a beach— naked, with the sunlight kissing his skin and glinting off his hair. How the hell had he turned out so damn blonde?

"Huh?"

"She likes to... I don't know. Flaunt herself around to get me going. Always has. You fucking torture me, though, and you don't even know you're doing it." Luke would do things like shower with the bathroom door open, and then walk around the house in nothing but a towel. Padmé and Leia were both busy, ambitious women, and that meant they were away a lot— working, socializing, attending school.

When they were away, Anakin would imagine ripping that damn towel right off and having his way with Luke.

He'd never actually tried it, though.

"I— uh, I... I'm... sorry?" stammered Luke. His face still felt hot. Now his dick was getting stiff, too. He didn't know what to say.

"Don't be sorry," said Anakin. "Just... take off your shirt." Again, Anakin was already shirtless.

"...What...?" Luke did manage to sit all the way up then. He looked his dad up and down, unable to stop his eyes from lingering. Anakin had always seemed so big to him— big and strong, and capable, too. He could fix anything, do anything, be anything.

Luke, sometimes, woke up hard and wet in the middle of the night to thoughts of his dad's body.

He'd never done anything about those thoughts, though.

...You really weren't supposed to think about your dad that way, were you?

"Take off your shirt," Anakin repeated. He shifted sloppily in his seat so as to get a better view. Luke's perfect, slight little frame and smooth, milky skin cried out to be touched.

Puberty had been very kind to Luke, Anakin thought, and he secretly loved that his son had stayed a couple of inches shorter than him. He would often sit right here in his basement and fantasize, in fact, about having Luke against the wall near the boiler— he was just small enough to lift, so it would be fun and easy to take him from the front, flush against the rough, bare cinderblock.

Luke would wrap his legs around his daddy's waist, and then Anakin would pound him until he—

"Dad?"

Anakin realized he'd become distracted.

Luke sat in front of him, newly shirtless.

"Fuck," said Anakin.

"What is it?" murmured Luke. The room was spinning, but his dad wasn't. His dad looked perfect. Too perfect. Fuck. Fuck.

"Y-you— you're as hard as a fucking rock."

Luke looked down. Anakin was right. He was only wearing a pair of soccer shorts, now. They were favourite pair— green. He was making a tent out of them with his cock. "S-so are you," he said, glancing across to the bulge in Anakin's own pants.

It was fucking huge.

"Goddamn it," Anakin said. He could feel the tip of his dick starting to drip. His heart was racing, too. This had to be a dream. He'd had dreams like this before.

"...Daddy?" asked Luke, wide-eyed and visibly tentative. He hadn't called Anakin 'daddy' in years. Why did he do it now? He didn't know.

"Tell me what you want, baby boy. Tell your daddy what you want."

"I— I want... I w-want you t-to..." Luke faltered, and faltered badly. How the hell was he supposed to say it?

"Tell me, Luke." Anakin shifted in his seat, and pulled his dick out of his pants. It stood tall and thick. Eager. Ready.

"I want you to fuck me, daddy," confessed Luke, struggling not to gape at the sheer size of his father's hard-on. He'd never seen it like this before, but now that he had, he knew he needed it.

Up to now, he'd thought dicks like his dad's only existed on the internet.

A half-shade or so darker than the skin on the rest of Anakin's body, it looked nearly as thick as a soup can, and more than long enough to choke just about anybody. It had a subtle, very alluring inward curve, and adorning its base was a pretty nest of haphazard, amber curls. Those curls lightened and grew sparse as they trailed up Anakin's stomach, stopping just short of his navel.

Luke found himself overcome with a disconcertingly urgent desire to touch his dad's cock— to lick it, suck it, and take it up his hole. He'd played with toys and played with his own fingers before, but he'd never had anything so magnificent as Anakin's hard-on up his ass.

He wondered if it was going to hurt.

Part of him hoped it would hurt.

What the fuck was wrong with him? He was too drunk, that's what it was.

...Not too drunk to fuck, though. Not too drunk for his daddy.

Luke sprang into action. He got onto his hands and knees right there on the couch, kicking off his shorts behind himself as he ravenously stuffed the length of Anakin's throbbing dick into his wet, eager mouth. Everything in the room seemed to move along with him, and when the head of it first hit the back of his throat, he thought he might throw up.

His dad leaked haplessly onto his tongue.

Luke forgot all about puking.

"Jesus Christ!" shouted Anakin. He'd be glad, later, that his wife and daughter weren't home to hear him. He took a handful of his son's lovely hair in his hand, and pushed down to the delightful sound of a muffled squeal.

This was no dream.

Tears gathered at the edges of Luke's eyes. His dad was thick in his throat, hard against his back teeth. He bit down gently, and Anakin dripped. He coughed, swallowed, and whimpered through his own painfully full mouth. He began to choke as he felt his hair being gathered up, and his head being pushed down and pulled back in turns. On the way up, he'd try to breathe and blink, and on the way down he would simply relish being consumed.

"D-does th-that taste... g-good, baby boy?" Anakin gasped, although Luke didn't answer, because he couldn't. Padmé never let him fuck her mouth like this, Anakin thought. Never let him grab her by the hair, or force her face onto his cock. She thought she was too dignified for that— too 'good'.

Luke was under no such illusions.

Anakin bucked upwards, still pushing and pulling on the back of Luke's head. That pretty little mouth of his was talented, and every time it came down on Anakin, it seemed to have something new in store for him. Luke bit, Luke tongued, Luke swallowed, and Luke sucked. Anakin let out a groan, and realized that he was beginning to lose his rhythm.

Shit. No. Not yet! With a heavy grunt and very little warning, Anakin pulled his son's mouth away from his dick. He wanted to cum, but not like this.

"Daddy," coughed Luke. "A-are you g-going to—"

Anakin interrupted by twisting Luke's hair tightly in his fist, and hoisting him up so that the two were face-to-face. "If you let me fuck you," he warned, "it's going to hurt for days." Anakin knew very well that he had a monster hard-on. He'd always liked to make his wife squeal with it. Would Luke squeal, too?

"I— ah!— I... I want it anyway!" Luke bent his head backwards, squirming and struggling against his father's grasp. His own cock twitched, because he didn't really want to get away.

"I bet you have a tight little asshole, Luke. Tell your daddy you want him to wreck your hole." He pulled Luke close, again by the hair, and went on to sink his teeth into the boy's exposed neck. He smelled and tasted just like a teenager: All pheromone-laden sweat, and cheap, obtrusive body spray.

It was fucking intoxicating.

Luke cried out, and bucked his hips into the air. "W-wreck me, daddy. Destroy me." Anakin didn't know yet that Luke had been leaving the bathroom door open on purpose. Deep down, he wanted his dad to smell his soap, and catch glimpses of his body.

He always had.

Anakin released Luke's hair, letting him fall heavily back onto to the couch. "Give me your ass," he said, stumbling to his feet as hastily as he could manage. His dick was already out, so getting up was all he had to do.

"H-here," breathed Luke, sloppily rising from where he'd been dropped, and taking the back of the sofa in his hands as he stuck his ass out toward his father. He felt hungry right now— empty— in a way he never had before. He'd stopped asking himself how or why, because the reasons didn't matter. All he knew was that he needed it. "Fuck me, daddy," he begged. "Please, please fuck me!"

Anakin had been busy squeezing a generous portion of silky, high-end lube out onto his hand. Padmé had bought it for him to use with her, but he mostly kept it down here because he liked to make jerking off a more pleasant experience for himself: Anakin was horny by nature, and he jerked off a lot... although these days, he tended to do it most often following Luke's cruel, exhibitionist showers.

There was still plenty of slick left on his hand, so just for fun, he started with his fingers. He massaged Luke's little hole, poking and prodding and rubbing circles around it with awe-filled fascination, all while Luke shouted and whined. He reached around, too, to grab Luke by the cock. He stroked its shaft and teased its head, and every time it pulsed, he squeezed it hard and tight.

"You've always been such a good boy," whispered Anakin, curling his fingers up into his son's ravenous little hole.

For what felt like a long while, all Luke could do was writhe and whine as his dad fondled and fingered him... soon, though, his thighs began to tremble, and an intense, very familiar type of desperation started to well up inside of him. His breath hitched as he begged haltingly, "P-put... put it in! Please, dad, I— I—"

"Say it again first," demanded Anakin, abruptly withdrawing his attention from Luke's cock.

Luke screamed in frustration; again, it was a good thing his sister and his mother weren't at home. He knew just what his dad meant, though, so he obeyed immediately and unquestioningly, "Wreck me, daddy!"

"F-fuck... fuck, that sounds so damn good. One more time, Lukie— one more time for your daddy!" He was letting his cock brush up against the backs of Luke's thighs. Sticky little droplets of cum leaked out of him and onto Luke's skin, and Anakin spread them all around with his tip.

"Wreck me, daddy!"

That made Anakin grin. Wordlessly— he knew he didn't have to say a thing— he thrust his waiting length right past the threshold of his little boy's ass.

Luke would always be Anakin's little boy.

"F-fuck! Fuck!"

Again, Luke had played with toys before— his dad's cock, though, was something else altogether. The stretch burned, but as Anakin eased his way in further, a unique sensation of unfettered fullness overtook Luke, displacing his pain entirely.

By the time Anakin was buried up to his sack, Luke had been overcome with an urge to touch himself. When he went to try, though, he was foiled by his father's scolding.

"Stop that," Anakin chided, the very moment he noticed Luke's hand start to move.

"But dad—"

"You'll come when I say."

Luke blinked fresh tears out of his eyes as his own cock throbbed painfully, bobbing about in the air. He didn't have time to argue with his dad, though, because Anakin had already started to thrust: He felt too desperate to take his time, unable to spare Luke even an ounce of his own desperation.

Every one of those open-door showers came back to him then— every time that towel had ever slipped, every time Luke had bent over to grab one of the bottles of sugar-free iced tea Padmé liked to set up in neat little rows along the bottom of the fridge.

Every time the water in his hair would drip onto his shoulders, sending little rivers cascading down his chest and back... every time the outline of his flaccid cock would make itself evident through the immodest strip of blue terrycloth draped around his perfect little waist...

Fuck. Fuck.

Luke felt sticky tendrils of himself begin to drip helplessly onto the couch. Something akin to a sob forced its way up from the very back of his throat, and he gripped the back of the sofa with all his strength. He didn't dare reach back down between his own legs.

Anakin, for his part, just kept on fucking. He placed one hand on Luke's waist to steady himself, but the other shot straight to the back of the boy's head, twisting its fingers up once more in that pretty, blonde mop he so admired. Luke's whining only made him move faster, and their mutual trembling only caused him to tighten his grip. He was merciless, tearing into his son with the unbridled power of years of repressed lust.

Anakin had wanted this for what felt like forever.

Luke's neck bent back at a near-impossible angle, and his cock continued to bounce tortuously beneath him as his dad intensified his rhythmic pounding. He moaned and yelped as Anakin yanked on his hair, and dug a persistent set of strong, blunt fingertips into his waist. He tried not to clench too hard around his dad's dick, but he couldn't help it.

Not that Anakin minded being squeezed.

"Dad, I can't— I— I can't t-take—!"

"Just hold on, baby boy," Anakin interrupted breathlessly, lost in the frantic movement of his own hips. "Just hold on for daddy."

Luke did hold on. He held on with all his might, waiting— waiting for a shout, waiting for a tug, waiting for the sensation of—

"Daddy!"

"Fuck! L-Luke!"

Neither of them would ever know who went off first: Luke's eyes squeezed themselves shut while every muscle in his body tensed. His breathing grew ragged, and he let out a series of obscenely loud, strangled cries as his dad's ravaging finally became too much for him bear. Dick still bouncing along with Anakin's rhythm, he erupted all over the sofa in a hot, sticky, needy mess.

At what might have been the very same moment, Anakin ground his hips sharply into Luke's ass. He cursed, growled, and relished the dire, pulsing sensation of his cock exploding deep inside his boy. It felt like the ultimate indulgence: An indulgence of every single one of the sick fantasies to which Anakin had ever closed his eyes and stroked himself. He'd needed this for years.

He pushed hard while he drained, letting the hand he'd been keeping on his son's waist snake around to finger his sexy little navel. Anakin let his fingertips dance along the edge of the near-indiscernible trail of fine, strawberry hairs leading down to Luke's slowly-softening dick. He finally did wrap his hand around it again, giving it a loving pump or two as he held himself inside of Luke for as long as he could manage.

Luke sputtered and panted, and backed into his dad's cock insistently despite the fact that his arms and legs had begun to quiver. Soon, he felt Anakin start to soften up, and eventually— begrudgingly— pull out of him.

"D-Daddy," he whined yet again, as the very head of Anakin's dick popped out of his ass, leaving him with only its seed, and a uniquely wonderful, strangely devastating emptiness.

Anakin took a moment to catch his breath and regain his composure. He looked down and saw Luke's hole, still bearing the evidence of having been stretched to its limit by his cock. It was beautiful— so beautiful that Anakin traced one last circle around the rim of it with his fingertip, and then reached back to give the fleshiest part of his son's ass a hard, unexpected slap.

With a yelp and a hop, Luke finally gave up his grip on the back of the couch, letting go in favour of sloppily turning to face his dad. He fell into a heap then, almost seeming to dissolve into the old, threadbare fabric. He was sweaty, but still naked, and growing cold. His skin was peppered with goosebumps.

Anakin stood and stared down at him, mesmerized. His cock was still out, although it was now wet and flaccid. He didn't tuck it away until he registered for himself the chill in the basement air.

Then, he sat down next to his baby boy... who immediately moved to cling to his daddy's chest, warming himself contentedly as he basked in the glow of the TV, and in the lingering delirium of their sex.

The old movies had long since finished airing— now, there were only infomercials.

Anakin and Luke were quiet. They were still drunk... although, perhaps, not feeling their drunkenness quite as acutely as they had before.

"See?" asked Anakin.

"See what?"

"I told you— you're pretty."

Just as it had done the first time, Luke's face went red... however, the new heat rising in his cheeks was accompanied, this time, by a serene little smile.

He didn't say anything... but he did snuggle in just a little bit closer to Anakin. His ass hurt, but it was a good hurt.

A hurt that made him feel loved.

Luke liked to sit next to his dad.

[swarmkeepers]

fic writer interview

tagged by: @myclericalromance and @nonbinarywithaknife, two writers (and friends) whom i admire so much, thank you!! <3

name: you can call me sola! mordredmanor on here, SolaSola on ao3

fandoms: it’s full speed ahead dimension 20 rn but i’ve written for ngozi ukazu’s omg check please! and e. jade lomax’s beanstalk trilogy in the past! both of them are still unfinished oops and maybe someday if i can actually think of ideas i will finish them but i have fallen in far too deep with d20

where you post: fics are all on ao3 and i try to crosspost tumblr meta there if it starts to approximate fic! i don’t post full fics on tumblr though

most popular oneshot: far and away a soft and heavy weight (i never really know what makes a fic “popular” but it has the most hits, kudos, and bookmarks so this one is pretty easy lol), which makes me happy because i still adore it, literally just 5k of gorgug and zelda sharing hoodies that’s it 

most popular multi-chapter: only one d20 multichapter lol so it’s almost by default actualize (the first attack) my d20bb fic! gorgug/zelda/ragh mutual pining/shenanigans/groupchat textfic during a game of assassins

fics you were nervous to post: my bb fic might qualify, but i think by the time i got to posting i was more relieved/excited for ppl to finally get to read it than nervous, though i was definitely nervous in the week running up as i scrambled to finish it. genuinely, though, i think i’m most nervous to post gift fics like slow fall / otherworldly leap and nightcap (just fall in the bed) bc i never know if i’ve written something the recipient will like!!

how do you choose your titles: rule number one is it’s gotta be three or four words MINIMUM and all lowercase that’s just how it’s gotta be but otherwise i love a good quote from the source material or a song lyric. bonus points if there’s a parenthetical somewhere or the lyric crosses a line break

do you outline: i don’t think anyone would call it an outline but i do do notes before i start writing anything! usually it’s little snatches of dialogue or what will eventually become the summary or a numbered list from 1 to 6 if it’s a 5+1. i did have a longer outline for my bb fic but my artist partner + beta could tell you that there were three separate outlines as i started cutting stuff out lol

favorite story i’ve written so far: stream this is me trying it was so cathartic to write, seven maidens rights!

complete: all of them :D (for d20 anyway) i have learned from previous fandoms that i am not to be trusted with multichap fics

in progress: none :D again i truly cannot be trusted with an update schedule or multichaps

coming soon: i think i’m gonna let myself chill for a while after d20bb and d20december exchange which were truly so fun BUT i do have a couple of wips in the folder including a 5+1 rickyesther, some brainstorming abt transracial adoptee/diaspora!gorgug whom i adore dearly (and who my d20december gift has made me newly excited about!), and of course more seven maidens/zelda thoughts! i gotta say though, the fics i love the most are the ones i spent less than 24 hours on that just come to me spontaneously, so maybe an ep of tuc2 soon will inspire something :D

prompts: oh my god yes please my inbox is always open, and i think i’m gonna try to reblog more prompt memes + work on some if new ones come through the tuc prompt meme in 2021! i love doing prompts they are always welcome!

tagging: i’m not 100% sure who hasn’t been tagged already but please please feel free to do this meme and say i tagged you if you want! i’ll tag @supercantaloupe @aelwynrights @lizznotliz @frill-shark

[eightrigrams]

Here’s my fluffy gift for the Fairy Hearts exchange! My match is @sassyhazelowl

I hope you enjoy your fic! I’ll be crossposting on AO3 as well

Pairing: ErLu

Rating: G

Title: Strawberry Stardust

The blonde paced back and forth, finger pressed to her chin in contemplation. Her deep brown eyes roamed the space of her apartment, and came to rest on the counter space that her friends and teammates usually occupied. For once, the area was clean, and Lucy remembered one of the more recent visits Erza had paid her.

The fierce redhead had raided her kitchen while she had been out shopping, and Lucy had come back to the welcoming scent of a freshly baked cake. Of course, Erza has been a bit… overzealous, leaving the counter and the sink cluttered and filthy. But the cake itself had been worth the shock and surprise. Lucy shouldn’t have been surprised anyway. First Natsu, then Gray and Erza, they all took it upon themselves to walk into her home uninvited. They hardly ever walked in, actually, since they seemed to like climbing in through her windows.

Lucy’s thought brought her an idea, and she purposely brushed a finger against one of the keys resting on her belt. She’d scarcely let her wish flutter through her mind before Virgo appeared in front of her.

“Punishment?” the maiden spirit inquired, smiling slightly at her mistress’s exasperated sigh.

“I need your help, Virgo,” Lucy declared, her eyes shining with determination. “We’re going to surprise Erza.”

A blush crept onto the celestial mage’s face. “I haven’t asked her about being my valentine yet, but I think I have an idea, Virgo. Can you help me out with this?”

The maiden bowed deeply, but wore an evident expression of amusement. Her Princess was so awkward, and she found it positively endearing.

Lucy took a second key from her belt and let her magic flow into it.

“Open, Gate of the Ram: Aries!” she requested, smiling as the spirit appeared next to Virgo.

Aries shrank back with a squeak, always fearful that she was inadequate in some way. Lucy smiled reassuringly at the ram spirit, beckoning her friends to her.

“Aries, Virgo, I need your help to make this surprise a success!” the mage said brightly. “Erza loves strawberry cake more than pretty much everything, so we’re going to bake her the best strawberry cake she’s ever had. My feelings will get through with a gift like that, definitely. Right?”

“Oh!” Aries squeaked. “I-I’ll do my best!”

Lucy rummaged through her cabinets, grabbing mixing bowls and dry ingredients. “Virgo,” she began. “There’s something I’m hoping you can help me with.” The flush one her cheeks deepened for just a moment.

“Anything, Princess,” Virgo replied confidently.

“I need you to set aside some celestial clothes for Erza and I. And I’d like to recruit everyone to help decorate - we’ll surprise Erza by giving her a romantic visit to the Celestial Spirit World.”

The pink-haired maid smirked, a glint in her eyes. “Big brother will help me, and we will have everything prepared for you. Call if you need anything else, Princess.” As she finished speaking, she disappeared, closing her gateway into the human world.

Lucy giggled, then set her face into a determined expression. “Could you help me with baking the cake, Aries?” she asked gently.

“Well, I can try, yes. I hope I’m not a burden to you, Lucy…” Aries let her voice trail away with a wavering note of uncertainty. Lucy was used to her friend’s insecurities by now, but it still broke her heart to see Aries worry so much.

“Come on, let’s work together, Aries,” Lucy grinned. “You can help me keep the cake and the frosting light and fluffy. When I bake by myself I have trouble with that.”

Aries’ wool magic had many uses, and hopefully infusing just a tiny bit of it into the baking would help with the consistency. If not, Lucy would just have to clean up yet another disaster. It wasn’t exactly something she wasn’t already accustomed to doing.

The blonde hummed lightly to herself as she started measuring ingredients out. The mixing bowl she had set out for dry ingredients slowly filled as she added one piece of the puzzle to the next. She mixed everything together carefully, taking in the scent of sugar.

Before she could even give direction, Aries gave her the next bowl, as well as the butter, eggs, and vanilla. In some ways, the spirit was gaining confidence. Lucy smiled gratefully, accepting the bowl and setting to work thoroughly mixing the wet ingredients together. When she was happy with the consistency, she slowly began to add the dry flour mixture, making sure to pay special attention to keeping the mixture from getting lumpy.

The soft vanilla scent waited upwards each time the spoon scooped through the bowl, filling the mage with a comfortable warmth.

When she was done preparing the cake batter, she let it fill the round cake mold that she hadn’t ever used before. In truth, she didn’t even know where she got it. Maybe from Mirajane at some point early in her guild days.

The oven gave a beep behind her, the cue for her to put the cake in to bake. “That’s the hard part done I think,” she declared as the oven door closed. “You’re doing great, Aries!”

“I didn’t do much,” Aries mumbled, but she didn’t protest further.

Lucy gathered up the dirty dishes and placed them in the sink where they wouldn’t be in the way. As she turned back to her counter space, she flashed a bright smile at the gentle spirit. “Now is the most important part - the frosting and the strawberries. I’ll need you for this, Aries.”

The celestial mage searched her cabinets for another moment, emerging victorious with a recipe for buttercream frosting. Another gift from Mirajane that she hadn’t remembered to use or really thank her for before now.

The two worked in companionable silence, carefully measuring and adding as they went. The fresh scent of strawberries filled the tiny kitchen, and Lucy smiled in appreciation. Aries did her best to keep the frosting fluffy and light,and as she finished, Virgo appeared before them without warning.

“Punishment?” she asked as both Lucy and the other spirit jumped in surprise. When she recovered from her shock, Lucy laughed and shook her head.

“No, no punishment, Virgo. What’s the situation?”

“Big brother is taking care of everything,” the pinkette delivered with a mischievous smirk.

While Lucy trusted Loke with her life, she was absolutely certain that something would end in disaster if Erza decided she didn’t want him in her space. Lucy sighed, deciding to put her faith in Virgo and her other spirits, even if they were just as crazy as the rest of the people she knew.

“I hope Erza just doesn’t try to kill him,” the mage muttered to herself.

–

Inside the newly rebuilt guild hall, Erza looked on from the bar as her friends jovially bantered with each other. Asuka giggled at everyone and poked fun at the couples exchanging gifts, pretending to shoot them - like Cupid, she insisted.

The redhead wasn’t surprised to find Gray and Natsu arguing once again about who put in more effort with their own gifts. In a far corner, Freed paced anxiously, and Erza had no doubt that he was waiting for Laxus to show.

Erza allowed herself a smile and turned back to the bar, calling Mirajane over. The white-haired demon woman grinned brightly and appeared to float over, she was so light on her feet. Mira tilted her head to the side, a quiet inquiry for her dear friend and rival.

“Have you seen Lucy?” the requip mage asked, knowing that if the blonde had been to the guild hall today, Mira would know. In answer, the other woman shook her head.

“Sorry Erza, she hasn’t been in yet.”

Erza scowled, wondering what her next move should be. The two had grown especially close in the last few months, more than the words “friend” or “teammate” could fully capture. But neither had taken the step past the invisible threshold in defining their feelings for the other.

As she contemplated her options, the doors to the guild hall swung open. Loke walked in, speaking to each lady in the guild as he did, and everyone collectively expressed their annoyed resignation to their guildmate’s habits. He greeted Gray casually, interrupting the ongoing argument with Natsu. For once, the dragon slayer didn’t threaten to fight the Zodiac leader, earning looks of relieved surprise from those who were nearby.

The ginger spirit elbowed Gray and left the pair to continue their heated discussion, turning his attention to his real task. He sauntered over the the bar and took the empty seat next to Erza, greeting her and Mira with a lazy, lopsided grin.

“Need something, Loke?” Mira asked.

The lion spirit laughed. “Only the lovely lady next to me, sorry Mira.”

The redhead in question glowered and turned to face her new annoyance. “What do you need?”

“Oh, I don’t need anything, dear Erza. My beautiful princess would like to see you. Alas, you come between us, but I cannot say no to my lovely Lucy,” he replied, melodramatic as always. Mira giggled at the exchange, but uncharacteristically didn’t offer her opinion on the matter.

Erza stood, straightening her back and fixing a slightly less annoyed glare on the Zodiac spirit. “Let’s go,” she said, enjoying the note of authority in her voice.

The walk to Lucy’s apartment seemed much quicker than it usually did. Erza did her best to focus herself on the annoying spirit instead of the fact that Lucy wanted to see her. On Valentine’s Day. She fought down the heat that started to crawl up her neck under the cover of her armor as they approached the apartment door.

With a flourish, Loke excused himself back to the spirit world, leaving Erza alone to work up the courage to knock on the door. The redhead, as confident as she always was, couldn’t seem to catch her breath. She shook her head, willing herself back together. Maybe if she just didn’t think…

Before she knew that her closed hand had made contact with the door, Lucy was looking back at her, cheeks faintly pink and a dusting of flour in her hair. Suddenly it was even more difficult to hide the flush that threatened to set her face on fire.

“Erza!” Lucy exclaimed in a harried greeting. “Loke didn’t cause too much trouble I hope?” There were no signs of destruction in the hallway, so everything seemed fine.

“No more trouble than usual,” the requip mage said with a small smirk. As much as Loke annoyed her, he was harmless enough. And she was in a good mood.

Lucy steppes back, allowing room for Erza to step inside. Frankly, she was used to everyone climbing in through her window, and she hadn’t thought to give Erza space to walk through the door until she started to feel embarrassed.

“I have something for you, Erza,” the celestial mage said softly. “I hope you like it!”

Erza blinked, unsure whether she had heard right. But then Virgo was there in her maid outfit, handing her a set of clothes from the Celestial realm, Lucy smiling gently.

The fiery redhead didn’t even dare to think, lest she wake up and find herself back at the guild hall on the bar counter. Virgo placed a hand on her shoulder and by the time she blinked again she was in the spirit world for the second, maybe third time in her life.

In front of her, all of Lucy’s spirits were gathered together, red and pink streamers decorating the area with care. Virgo stepped away to join her fellow spirits, leaving Lucy to explain her gift.

“I… wanted to do something special for you,” she began, twirling a lock of golden hair around her finger. “I know I haven’t really been as straightforward as I’d like to be, but I was wondering - would you be my valentine, Erza?”

The flush on both their faces grew to a deeper ruby, and for a moment the two just stared at each other. Uncomfortable with the silence, Lucy spoke up again. “I baked you a cake! Strawberry, I know it’s your favorite.”

Erza gave a wide grin as she finally came up with an answer. “I’d love that. Let’s get some cake.”

[queenwenqing]

Day 2: Blossom

lil entry for the Untamed Spring Fest 2020

Pairing: Wen Qing/Jiang Yanli

Words: ~1.7k

Summary: The first warmth of spring usually brought Jiang Yanli with it. This year it brought a message, one of love, and regret: This would be the first year in quite some time that Jiang Yanli wouldn’t be able to visit Wen Qing at Dafan Mountain.

The first warmth of spring usually brought Jiang Yanli with it. This year it brought a message, one of love, and regret: This would be the first year in quite some time that Jiang Yanli wouldn’t be able to visit Wen Qing at Dafan Mountain.

Wen Qing understood, as Sect Leader of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect Yanli was always busy, and it was a miracle, really, that their tradition of annual early-spring visits had remained uninterrupted for so long. Setting a tray of pastries aside, Wen Qing began heating up some water for tea instead of doing her best to arrange the pastries on her nicest tableware.

Sipping on her tea a minute later, Wen Qing considered her plans for the next few days. She suddenly had a lot more time on her hands. A crack sounded through the otherwise quiet cabin, and Wen Qing loosened her grip on the teacup, setting it down. Right. Maybe it was time to get out of the house, she decided, get some fresh air. Tend to the gardens, maybe?

Winters were mild on Dafan Mountain but some herbs didn’t make it through regardless. Surveying the state of the herb gardens, Wen Qing decided she’d go for a walk and gather some fresh herbs to plant instead of sowing the seeds she kept in jars in her cabin. She wouldn’t have to wait for them to sprout and, more importantly, she’d have something to do for the day that would take her mind off. Things.

♡

The meadows of Dafan Mountain were already blooming, bright yellows and oranges standing out between dark tree trunks and earthy green grass and leaves. Wen Qing passed them by, stopping sometimes to pick a few flowers to bring Granny Wen later. A low breeze rustled through the trees, the sun sending gentle rays. Wen Qing faced the sun, but found it lacking in warmth. She’d already found most of the herbs she was looking for and decided to slowly head back. A couple hours had passed at this point, the basket on her back half full, and if she spent the rest of the day re-planting the herbs she had collected and maybe having a cup of tea with Granny Wen when she delivered the small bouquet of flowers Wen Qing wouldn’t have too much time to think about the absence of Yanli in Wen Qing’s house (and her arms).

Wen Qing kept walking for a little while longer, heading back up the mountain to reach the village when something caught her eye: A meadow, but instead of bright yellow and orange flowers it was dotted with delicate purple flowers. Wen Qing must have wandered further down the mountain than she realised, as these flowers were generally found in lower altitudes. They were lovely, barely taller than Wen Qing’s hand was long, stems a healthy green with narrow leaves, the blossoms starting out a dark purple and fading to a pale lavender colour closer to the stems. These flowers were brought by the first warmth of spring, just as Jiang Yanli usually was, and their colour was very similar to the Yunmeng Jiang colours. The petals’ pale purple towards the stems was exactly the shade of Yanli’s favourite robes.

Without thinking much about it, Wen Qing knelt down and collected around a dozen or so flowers, roots and all, and then picked some more for a small bouquet to keep in her cabin. One of them she placed in her hair just behind her left ear. Then Wen Qing continued back towards the Wen village, letting her thoughts run free for the first time that day. She didn’t think of Jiang Yanli immediately, focusing on her surroundings at first. The sun was barely shining through the trees, the shadows of the leaves painting patterns on the ground. Wen Qing walked along a gentle stream that lead her back to the Wen village, where she greeted the people she met before continuing up the path to her cabin. It was only barely removed from the village, a minute or so further up the mountain than the other houses, surrounded by small herb gardens as some of the other villagers’ cabins were. The demand for Wen medicine had increased significantly over the past few years, as had the demand for their teachings.

Wen Qing left the basket with herbs and flowers by her door, only gathering the loose flowers to take them inside with her. Leaving a pot of water over her small fireplace, Wen Qing began to tie together a bouquet of yellow and orange flowers for Granny Wen, then also tied the purple flowers together, placing both in small water-filled phials to keep them fresh. Next, she made a small pot of tea and took it and a cup outside, setting them down on the table there, and began to work.

♡

Wen Qing arrived at Granny Wen’s house a couple hours later, bouquet and a cloth with pastries in hand. And some soil on her cheeks, it turned out, as Granny Wen shook her head smiling and rubbed her sleeves over Wen Qing’s face to clean it. “You’ve been working in the gardens, I see,” Granny Wen commented, and Wen Qing smiled sheepishly. They sat down on the bench outside Granny Wen’s house, sharing pastries and a pot of tea.

“Did you enjoy your walk?” Granny Wen asked, a small smile playing around her lips.

“I did. Some of the herbs in my garden didn’t make it through the winter, and with the cold that’s going around the village at the moment I figured it would be best to stock up on fresh ones so we don’t have to wait for anything to sprout to make medicine, should we need to.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you. Did you find anything else interesting on your walk?” Wen Qing blushed at Granny Wen’s knowing look, and thought of the newly planted purple flowers in her gardens and the small bouquet on her bedside table.

“I did indeed. How did you know?” Wen Qing replied, sipping on her tea. It was a bit too hot, but she could blame the heat in her cheeks on it, at least.

“Where have you left your head today, my dear?” Granny Wen reached out and gently tapped the side of Wen Qing’s head, just above her left ear. Startled, Wen Qing remembered the flower she had tucked there barely a few hours ago.

“Oh.”

Granny Wen chuckled, then reached for Wen Qing’s hand on the table. “You should go and visit her next month. It’s a pity Sect Leader Jiang couldn’t make it this year, spring suits Dafan Mountain. But that shouldn’t deprive you two of spending time together.”

“But what about the-“ Wen Qing began, only to be interrupted by Granny Wen.

“We will take care of the new students. A-Ning will be back by then, and A-Yuan said he would be here for the seminars again this year. You don’t need to worry.” Granny Wen squeezed Wen Qing’s hand, then let go of her and sipped her tea.

Wen Qing took the flower from her hair. She had genuinely forgotten about it. Gliding her thumb across the delicate petals, Wen Qing considered Granny Wen’s suggestion. It would be the first year Wen Qing wasn’t there for all lectures on Wen medicine since they started the programme a few years back. She trusted everyone in the village to do fine without her there, she wasn’t so conceited as to think the village wouldn’t do well without her. While Wen Qing was usually asked to decide on important matters, their Sect was too small to need a Sect Leader.

It would just be strange to miss the seminars for the first time. Then again, this year didn’t seem to follow tradition well. Wen Qing focused back on the flower in her hands and was reminded of Jiang Yanli, smiling at Wen Qing in light purple robes, gently taking Wen Qing’s hands in hers in public and embracing Wen Qing closely in private. Their whispers barely more than puffs of air against skin and their laughter echoing off the walls in Lotus Pier.

Wen Qing didn’t think much longer. “Granny Wen,” she began, and the older lady looked at her. “I am going to visit the Yunmeng Jiang Sect next month, should Sect Leader Jiang allow. Thank you.”

“Nothing to thank me for. And I doubt Sect Leader Jiang could ever refuse you.” Granny Wen poured herself another cup of tea, but not Wen Qing. “You should send your love a message to let her know. I’m sure she will be thrilled.” Granny Wen motioned for Wen Qing to be on her way, and Wen Qing couldn’t find it in herself to resist. She bowed, face a dark shade of red, then she was on her way, but not without waving to Granny Wen.

Before Wen Qing sent her message off to Jiang Yanli, she quickly plucked one of the purple flowers from the bouquet on her bedside table, pressing it between her palms and treating it with small amounts of energy until she had completely dehydrated the flower. Wen Qing added the dried, flattened flower to her message, then sent it off.

Her day had ended a lot more optimistic than it had begun, though Wen Qing tried to remind herself not to get her hopes up too high as Jiang Yanli might already have arrangements for next month. Still, Wen Qing couldn’t stop a smile from spreading on her face when she was laying in bed waiting for sleep that night.

♡

Wen Qing’s days only became happier from then on as Wen Ning and A-Yuan arrived in the village the next day. They both stayed with her, filling the cabin with warmth and laughter and stories that Wen Qing hadn’t expected so soon. It was a nice surprise. A-Yuan spent a lot of his time in Gusu with his family there, so it had been a good few months since Wen Qing had last seen him. Wen Ning had left a little over two months ago to meet A-Yuan and travel with him before coming back to Dafan Mountain.

Wen Ning had seemed a little confused at the new colourful addition to the gardens but didn’t mention anything, while A-Yuan simply commented on the flowers’ beauty. Wen Qing had merely smiled in response, thinking of another beauty, and then fed Wen Ning and A-Yuan too many pastries before their actual dinner.

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[btsvt-adventures]

Day 03/30 - Stop Dying On Me

A/n: Day (week) 3 of 30 day OTP challenge! This has been crossposted to AO3, so if by chance you see something like this under the u/n Soojinnie, don’t panic HAHA it’s just me from like 3 years ago or something :3

Prompt: Gaming/watching a movie

Pairing: Vernon x Seungkwan (Vernkwan)

Warning(s): Little bits of cursing, spoilers for RE6? Fluff and minor suggestive innuendos at the end

Words:  1,114

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“I’ve got the TV set up!” Hansol calls out, and Seungkwan bounds into the living room, arms precariously full of snacks and drinks, shit eating grin on his face when he dumps it onto the coffee table. 

“I’ve got the snacks prepared, and enough drinks to keep us hydrated for the next six hours,” Seungkwan rubs his hands in glee, curling up next to Hansol, who moves away instinctively.

“No cuddles? Fine,” Seungkwan huffs, pouting at the screen as they wait for the game to load.  Hansol laughs, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to Seungkwan’s bare cheek.

“You flail when you game, kwannie,” he coos, and Seungkwan mutters under his breath, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

“How about a warm up first?” Hansol suggests, thumb hovering over the controls. “It’s been ages since we’ve had this much free time to shoot zombies. Let’s see who can score higher,” Hansol sends Seungkwan a wicked smile as the game starts up, revealing the dusty streets of Hong Kong.

“I’m going to fucking destroy you,” Seungkwan growls, gaze turning to focus on the approaching zombies.

Jeonghan nearly drops his phone when he hears Seungkwan shriek in anger, and wonders mildly if he should check on the two of them, wincing when he hears Hansol swear loudly in English.

“Who the fuck taught them to swear like that,” he grumbles, yelping when Jisoo throws a pillow in his face.

“You,” Jisoo deadpans, turning back to his laptop to finish re-watching Yuri on Ice. Jeonghan pouts, throwing the pillow back at his boyfriend.

“We’re stuck in the house because of the stupid lockdown, pay attention to meeeee,” Jeonghan pouts, and Jisoo shifts wordlessly, patting the now-empty space next to him, eyes never leaving his screen.

Jeonghan debates ignoring Jisoo, but he’s bored out of his mind, so he figures that a little anime couldn’t hurt.

“Hey that looks like you and I,” Jeonghan comments lightly, and Jisoo stares at him, blinking in confusion.

“Yeah, I had my hair silver at one point, remember? Before I cut it,” he grins wickedly, and Jisoo’s eyes narrow. “And of course, I can actually skate aroun- oOF!”

The loud thud in the bedroom makes Seungkwan and Hansol stop their petty character fight, both of them making a face at the thought of their members messing around while everyone was home.

“Gross... you’d think Shua hyung would have some control,” Seungkwan mutters, and Hansol snorts.

“They’re making up for lost time or something. But forget about them, focus! What about Jake and Sherry? Obviously I’m Jake.” 

“Excuse you Chwe Hansol, I’m playing Jake!” 

Hansol snorts, and they play rock paper scissors to determine the outcome, but Seungkwan still refuses to accept defeat. 

“Fine! Fine! Let’s play that one, both characters are boys!” Seungkwan announces triumphantly, and Hansol agrees easily enough, and Seungkwan huffs, declaring that he’ll be Piers, because the cute, nice, ones, are always better.

It takes all of five minutes before someone’s dead, and surprisingly, it’s not Seungkwan. Hansol grumbles incessantly about the stupid zombies and their ridiculous weapons, but complains even more whe Seungkwan doesn’t make it to him a second time.

“We’re supposed to be partners!” Hansol protests, groaning when they have to start all over again, and Seungkwan just throws a chip at the rapper. 

“You’re the one who tried to go all hero and died the second we got into the room,” Seungkwan snarks, expertly shooting a zombie in the head while Hansol struggles to get up, popping a pill near Seungkwan so they both regain health. 

“I’m rusty,” Hansol whines, focusing his stare onto the screen. “Just you wait.” 

Three hours, four chapters, three bags of chips, and six cans of soft drinks later, the tables have turned indeed. Hansol seems to know where to go, the weak spots of every zombie, and where those elusive emblems are, while Seungkwan barely manages to stay alive, consistently lagging behind Hansol and getting attacked. Hansol’s death count is at a whopping two, while Seungkwan’s died twice in the last ten minutes. 

“It’s so not fair okay! They’re all targeting me! This game is rigged,” Seungkwan complains, throwing down his remote down in frustration when he dies yet again.

“Seriously, kwannie, just run. Don’t try and shoot,  just run,” Hansol yells, cursing loudly when Seungkwan nearly gets crushed (again), and they finally, finally, make it to the underwater tunnels. 

Hansol sighs as Seungkwan flails uselessly, plunging to his fiery death another sixteen times before the finally make it out, and he sets his controller down to watch the disaster that is chapter five of Chris and Piers’ story unfold. 

Hansol sneaks a glance at Seungkwan, who stares at the screen in horror as Piers’ tragic fate is revealed before his eyes. He frantically presses buttons to learn about his new… skill, yelling at the TV incoherently as he attacks the boss with his newly acquired skill set. 

The final credits roll, and Suengkwan is ugly crying, wailing about the unfairness of it all. Hansol’s… not as affected, and he just wraps an arm around his boyfriend, patting his head comfortingly. 

“Why aren’t you crying about it?” he wails. “It’s- it’s tragic!” he sobs into Hansol’s shoulder, and Hansol wills himself not to laugh at Seungkwan’s reaction to the ending. 

“I’ve played this before. Knew it was going to happen, just wanted to see your reaction,” Hansol shrugs offhandedly, almost falling off the sofa when Seungkwan shoves him hard. He really shouldn’t laugh, but Seungkwan’s attempt at being angry, with his red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks, is just too adorable to fear.

“You’re a dick,” Seungkwan huffs, getting up to put some cold packs so his eyes don’t swell, while Hansol lounges on the sofa, starting another round of quickfire zombie killing. “And you owe me cuddles later!” he yells.

Hansol just hums his agreement, eyes trained on killing all the zombies on screen while Seungkwan works through his grief.

Half an hour later, and Hansol’s mostly kept his word. They’ve been shooed off to bed by Seungcheol, who claims that anyone in maknae line isn’t allowed to watch the movie they’re about to play.

“Just you wait, Choi Seungcheol,” Seungkwan grumbles, face nestled comfortably on Hansol’s chest as SEVENTEEN crack videos play in the background. “One day they’ll catch us, then they won’t shoo us away like little kids anymore.” 

Hansol shakes his head, kissing the side of his boyfriend’s head gently. “S’not like we don’t know what they’re watching,” he answers nonchalantly. “Besides,” he smirks, tossing his phone aside and turning to Seungkwan, eyeing the vocalist wickedly. “The real thing is so much more fun.”

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Robstarweek Day 1: City-Sitting (Prompt: Wayne Manor)

Heeere we are, it’s Robstarweek! This is the first year I’ve gotten to participate, and after seeing some of the great writing and art that’s come from previous years I am pumped. These oneshots will all be crossposted to my fanficition.net account under the collective title “Stardust in Her Hair (Robstarweek 2019)” if anyone wants to see them there.

For day one, “Wayne Manor,” I was both intrigued and a little intimidated by the kind of material I’d be tackling. I’m not exactly a Batman expert (or as well-versed in the greater DC franchise as many people here in general), but I do enjoy expanding on the universe connected to the Teen Titans animated series. I’ve been meaning to tackle something related to the ‘verse’s Justice League, Batman and such for a while now, and this prompt gave me a great excuse to do so. It’s actually based on a concept that I’d already been playing around with, and now that I’ve written something for it there’s a pretty good chance that I’ll come back sometime to turn it into a full story.

I should note, a lot of my inspiration for characterization and such here (especially when it comes to Penguin’s personality) comes from animated series The Batman.

City-Sitting

Ragged laughter echoed through the still halls of the Gotham Bay Art Museum. Penguin strode down those halls, as he far too often did, like he owned the place. He wasn’t bothered by the nighttime security systems – his trained birds had already taken care of that – but he couldn’t help but wonder why the museums around here always saw fit to tempt him.

Well, their loss was his gain. With Batman away on Justice League business, Penguin stepped with an extra note of confidence into the newly expanded Ancient Wonders exhibit. It didn’t take him long to find his prize: an elegant – and, more importantly, priceless – sculpture of the Egyptian hawk-headed god Ra.

With a nasty little grin, he approached the statue and reached over its barrier. “Too easy,” he muttered to himself.

As if in defiance of that statement, a small disk flew in and burst at his feet. Smoke billowed out around the would-be thief, sending him back with a startled yelp.

“You didn’t really think we’d leave Gotham unprotected, did you?”

Penguin started again and turned at the sound of that voice. The smoke was thinner here, and through the haze he was able to make out a familiar but long-absent form, already clutching his bo staff.

“Well well, if it isn’t the little bird-brain come back to the nest,” Penguin drawled with a smirk. “I was expecting the other brat, but with Daddy Bat gone this won’t be a problem either way.”

Robin gave his staff a little twirl and showed off a smirk of his own. “I wouldn’t say that if I were you.”

Well, Penguin was done talking. With a flick of his wrist, he pointed his trick umbrella forward and shot off the explosive tip. Robin was forced to step back and shield himself with his cape as it burst against him, giving Penguin a chance to turn around and grab the sculpture through the thinning smoke. In another moment he had his umbrella’s copter mode running, and he quickly rose up past the costumed teen.

Ha! It really was too easy. Those chumps over in Jump must have let Robin go soft.

There was a flash of green light, and his copter mechanism exploded.

Penguin had just enough time to think that he should seriously stop tempting fate before he slammed hard onto the museum floor, the statue of Ra rolling harmlessly out of his grip. Robin stood over him and pressed his staff against the dazed villain’s chest, keeping him down while he pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Meanwhile, a purple-clad girl that Penguin had only ever seen in newspaper images flew into his range of vision and swooped down to pick up the statue.

“I thought the Penguin was one of your mentor’s most troublesome adversaries,” the girl commented as she checked the statue over for damage, nodded in satisfaction, and placed it back on its pedestal.

Robin glanced back at her, that stupid smirk still on his face. “He is when he doesn’t get too cocky. You should have seen him the first time Superman was in town.”

*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

Robin had to keep himself from laughing as he relayed the story back to Batman.

“I barely had to do anything but distract him while Star got into position. I think that might be the fastest Penguin’s ever been taken down!”

The voice on the other line hummed in thought. “Good work, but don’t get too comfortable,” it finally said. “That only worked as well as it did because he wasn’t expecting an enemy who could fly. Now that you’ve used up the element of surprise, the news of who’s here is going to spread through Gotham’s underworld and you can bet the next criminals will be ready for you.”

Robin fought back a scowl – as much as he wanted to just take pride in this victory, Batman was right. He glanced up at Starfire, who was flying several yards ahead of his cycle as they traversed one of the many secret tunnels leading to the Batcave. She remained silent, though whether she was leaving him to his conversation or simply didn’t have a comment he wasn’t sure.

“I know,” he said at length. “We’ll just have to be ready for them too.”

“This isn’t a vacation, Dick. Don’t think I didn’t notice your choice of partner.”

Now Robin did scowl down at the console on the R-cycle. “Is that seriously what you think is going on here?!” he snapped. “Starfire’s my teammate, Bruce. I didn’t bring her along as a date, I brought her because of how well we work together.” He fixed his gaze ahead and revved up the cycle, bleeding off some of his frustration into the increased speed. Day one in Gotham and he was already missing his home and the rest of his team.

Maybe it was that acceleration or maybe Starfire deliberately slowed down for a moment, but suddenly she was keeping pace at his right. She said nothing other than a tentative, “Robin?” but the concerned look she gave him told him she was ready to mediate if need be.

Meanwhile, a sigh sounded through the other end of the line. “…I suppose I know that,” Bruce admitted. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt out there. Either of you.”

Robin grit his teeth, but his frustration was already starting to drain away. “I know,” he muttered.

The tunnel opened up then, into a vast cavern that Robin hadn’t seen in far too long. “We’re here,” he informed the console as he slowed to a stop. “I’ll update you again later.”

The Batcave hadn’t changed as much as he had expected. The main computer had been upgraded, of course, and the trophy area had a few new additions, but everything still felt so… familiar.

Of course, that wouldn’t mean much to someone who had never seen the place before. Robin couldn’t help but smile at Starfire’s low gasp as she rose slowly toward the ceiling, rotating this way and that to take everything in.

“I take it you approve, Lady Kory?”

Both young heroes looked over to find Alfred waiting for them on the upper floor. Starfire grinned and flew over to alight next to him.

“The Batman’s base of operations is most impressive,” she said with a small incline of her head. “Thank you again for hosting us during our stay.”

Alfred’s lip quirked into a small smile of his own. “Of course. Any friend of Master Dick’s is welcome here.” He turned on his heel and started making his way toward the exit into the rest of Wayne Manor. “Right this way, please. I took the liberty of bringing your bags in, but I will need to ask that you change into civilian clothes once you are inside. One never knows.”

Robin played a little at the edge of his mask as he followed the other two through the entrance into the Manor proper before finally peeling it off. It felt almost wrong – he’d been doing the full-time hero gig for so long now that he was used to only removing his uniform in his own private quarters. Getting called by his birth name on a regular basis again was also going to take some getting used to.

Robin – Dick, now – was pulling his gloves off when he finally caught up to Alfred, Starfire disappearing ahead of them. “’Lady’ Kory?” he asked the butler, one brow raised.

Alfred merely shrugged. “I know I won’t be able to use it if company comes by, but it seemed sufficient given her… unique station.” The corner of his lip quirked again ever-so-slightly, in a smirk that Dick doubted anyone who didn’t know the man well would notice. “I suspected that you would both object were I to attempt the more appropriate ‘Highness.’”

Dick scowled. “I still can’t believe you guys knew she was a princess before I did,” he grumbled.

Alfred strode forward. “Master Bruce’s associates include several high-ranking extraterrestrials, and this is hardly the first time their duties have taken them off-world. I would have been more worried had he not known.”

Dick snorted and shook his head, but he couldn’t help but smile. He had to admit, it did feel good visiting Gotham again… even if he and Starfire had been called away to deal with Penguin before they’d even gotten to the Manor.

Speaking of Starfire, she reappeared a few moments later in casual clothes and one of Cyborg’s holographic rings. She had remembered to stay on the ground while in her civilian wear, but still she seemed to almost glide over the floor. He suddenly found it very hard to take his eyes off her.

“Your k’norf- Your guardian’s home is beautiful, Richard,” she commented with a warm smile.

Dick returned it, and without thinking he blurted out, "So are you."

Immediately he felt the heat rise to his cheeks, and he started stammering, “Uh… What I mean is… I guess you’re right.”

Star – Kory? – giggled a little behind her hand, and a lightly impish smile appeared on her face. “Do I make an attractive human?” she asked, twirling once to show off her disguised form. It wasn’t far too different from her true appearance – human-toned tan skin and hazel eyes, longer eyebrows, and a smattering of freckles that Cyborg had said would break up her face shape, but that Robin suspected he’d really added just because he could.

“Of course you do,” Dick replied, smoother this time. “You’d look great no matter what disguise you wore.”

Kory blushed a little at the compliment, but after a moment she looked around the living area again and her smile softened. She let out a contented sigh.

Dick raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

Kory made her way to a plush armchair and sank down into it, turning to face him again. “I am glad that we can visit your old home for a time, even if it is to watch the city while your mentor is away,” she replied. “I know he has his reservations, but I believe we can still have some of the fun here when we are not working.”

Dick snorted and strode over to her, resting his arms on the back of the chair when he reached it. She craned her head to look up at him, a hint of that playful twinkle still in her eyes.

“Bruce is just protective of the people he cares about,” he said. “And sometimes that protectiveness comes out as kind of harsh. It took me a while to realize that.”

Kory smiled again. “He reminds me of Galfore, in some ways. In any case, I believe I will enjoy Gotham.”

Dick snorted. “Don’t get too comfortable. Batman didn’t get his reputation by dealing with petty criminals all the time.”

For a moment, all mirth in his partner’s face vanished and she became dead serious. “Of course,” she said earnestly. “I would not let my guard down just because I wish to appreciate the positive aspects of the city.”

Dick chuckled. Of course she would take a mindful but positive approach to their mission. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. She giggled.

“Need I remind you,” Alfred’s dry voice broke in, “that removing your mask alone does not constitute civilian clothes.”

Dick jolted and looked down at himself, finally remembering that he was still wearing most of his Robin costume.

“Uhh…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Right, I’ll go and change now.” He started off for his room, flashing Alfred an apologetic smile and offering Kory an awkward wave. She waved back, her expression impish again.

As he passed by Alfred, the older man held out a hand to stop him for a moment. “I wanted you to know that I took the liberty of preparing a separate room for Lady Kory,” he said. “I hope this was not done in error?”

Dick’s face screwed up in confusion. “No, why wouldn’t she need…” He trailed off as he saw that tiny hidden smirk on Alfred’s face again.

All at once he realized what Alfred was trying to imply, and his face went beet red with embarrassment. He made a disgruntled sound in the back of his throat and pushed past the butler, praying that his girlfriend hadn’t overheard.

[sharkfish]

my favorite destiel fics under 10k

hello enjoy!! there’s a bunch so they’re under the cut. :) a couple are dcj which is noted after the title! 

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A Change of Scene by SurlyCat

Words: 7,606

When Dean goes over to see his Dom on Christmas Eve, he isn't expecting Cas to play naughty Santa, and neither of them is expecting how it turns out for them.

Aloft by VioletHaze 

Words: 5,271

Despite his bravado walking in, he can’t quite bring himself to sit on Cas’s actual bed, but he stands near the foot of it and takes a long pull of his beer. In silent satisfaction, he watches Cas watch him lick the beer off his upper lip.

From past experience, this should be when Cas strides forward and Dean pretends to let him take charge. For whatever reason, though, that’s not happening. If anything, Cas seems to have put a little extra space between them.

“Dean, about today,” Cas begins and Jesus Christ when he said he wanted to talk he actually wanted to talk.

Dean feels the embarrassment at being so far off base twist at his gut. The bottle he was holding loosely in his hand is now clenched in his fist as he makes for the door. “We are not doing this.”

He’s stopped in his tracks when his vision goes black, disorienting him. It takes a second or two to realize it isn’t the black of darkness or unconsciousness, but a deep iridescent black of feathers and wings.

A moving sea. by orange_crushed

Words: 3,356

It’s a pretty song but just too fucking sad, even if he doesn’t catch all the words, so Dean reaches out to change it. But Castiel’s hand meets his halfway, startles him into pulling back. He glances over and sees Castiel’s eyes watching him, glittering a little in the light from the dash. He wasn’t sleeping at all. “I like this one,” Castiel says. “Do you mind?”

"No," says Dean, and leaves it. Castiel twines their fingers together and they stay like that for the next dozen miles.

Angel-Mine by relucant @relucant​

Words: 4,274

Cas exhaled. "When an angel's wings are injured," he said to his feet, "the healing process can be augmented by… grooming, I suppose, would be the most accurate word. Removal of the maimed feathers to allow growth of healthy ones. Otherwise, they're left to fall out alone." He tilted his head towards the nightstand. "As you see."

Dean stared at him. "So… that's why I can't help?" he said slowly. "'Cause I can't, y'know… see 'em? Or touch 'em?"

"Yes," Cas said, slightly too quickly, and Dean snorted.

"You're still a shitty liar, Cas," he informed him. "What ain't you tellin' me?"

A Room of His Own (or not) by Valinde (Valyria)

Words: 3,036

Dean took a deep breath and reassessed the situation. He was in bed with a guy, sure, and technically they were snuggling, but it was Cas. The guy had absolutely no reference on what was appropriate physical contact between two dudes sharing a bed in the... normal, completely unsexy, no-funny-business, way.

A Simple Touch, A Single Look by jujubiest

Words: 2,334

Something is going on between Dean and Castiel, and Sam is determined to find out what it is. Meanwhile, Castiel puzzles over surprising aspects of his relationship with Dean.

As Long as you Like by artsyUnderstudy

Words: 6,626

A few months after Cas finally comes home to Dean, the two have settled in comfortably together. It's only after a botched date that Dean starts to worry he might not understand what Cas needs.

Boys On Film by LoversAntiquities 

Words: 8,540

But maybe that’s what it is—maybe Castiel’s finally realized something Dean is too chicken to admit, despite the fact he’s been jerking off to the idea of Castiel fucking him for the past few weeks. The idea warms him as much as it pains him to think about, his friend not being able to talk to him about something like that. That has to be it—it’s the only explanation. Castiel likes him.

“Or maybe he knows you do cam shows.”

Dean chokes on his burger.

Castiel's Angel by Valinde (Valyria)

Words: 5,073

The angel took a deep breath and looked down at his hands. He was fidgeting Cas noticed. Usually he was so bizarrely at ease in his human form, lounging around and tossing winks and smirks at anyone with a pulse. That more than anything had Cas straightening on his stool and wishing he was a little less tipsy.

“Ineedyoutogroommywings,” Dean muttered in one long, almost unintelligible, string. He was blushing.

Casturbatus Interruptus by smallhorizons

Words: 6,118

post-9.01, in a slight AU wherein Cas comes to live with the Winchesters at the Bunker. Written before 9.03. Crossposting from Tumblr. Written for a prompt from hightopsandsharpies: "Okay, so Cas is a virgin, and has no idea what pleasure is and Dean decides to show him and Cas gets all cuddly and needy afterwards."

Dean walks in on Cas masturbating. He’s doing it all wrong, but when you’re a bazillion-year-old virgin, that’s to be expected. Dean decides to lend him a hand in a totally platonic, non-romantic way. Things get a little out of control.

Curriculum vitae by cadignan

Words: 2,875

Curriculum vitae, n. A short account of one's career and qualifications. From Latin "course of (one's) life."

Dances With Bees by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefan​

Words: 1,402

There is no First Blade. No Mark of Cain. No Ezekiel or Metatron or Trials or Purgatory. There is Dean, and there is Baby, and there is Cas, and all three are worse for wear.

"In which Dean is not a bee, Cas is not a flower, and the image of Cas' left hand on a radio dial and a hole in the knee of his scrubs will haunt your every waking moment for eternity. YOU'RE WELCOME."―Thank you for helping write the summary, Betty.

Days With You by omgbubblesomg @omgbubblesomg​

Words: 3,212

Dean’s almost tragically offended when he moves into a new apartment and despite his absolute best efforts he can’t win more than a smile from his devastatingly handsome neighbour.

Every Last First by Areiton @areiton​

Words: 1,514

Somewhere along the way, Cas stopped being an ally, a friend.

Now, he was simply everything.

For Science by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefan​

Words: 6,105

“Think of it like an experiment," says Dean. "You’re testing a hypothesis as to whether or not a desirable response can be achieved through the stimulation of the anus via the application of a willing volunteer’s muscular hydrostat.”

Cas raises an eyebrow. “Are you actually trying to use the scientific method to talk me into letting you lick my asshole?”

Freeze Frame by surlybobbies

Words: 4,998

Dean's got about two minutes before Cas comes back, which is more than mildly inconvenient because Dean's just found out Cas is in love with him.

Friends Helping Friends (Telling Me What My Heart Meant) byAnnie D (scaramouche)

Words: 6,201

Dean and Cas have known each other for about a year now, and in that time, Cas has never gone into heat. So far.

He Came in Through the Bedroom Window by betts

Words: 4,725

Close to every day of every summer, Cas climbs into Dean’s room immediately after he wakes up.

He Woke Me Up Again by artsyUnderstudy

Words: 7,642

Castiel is injured at the studio, giving him and Dean time to work through their newly forming relationship.

If I Run by Anonymous

Words: 4,365

"Dean Winchester is a red-blooded American male. He lifts all the things. He aims for functional strength. He counts his macros and makes fun of curlbros. He is not a member of the Tarahumara tribe and he will not read Born to Run, no matter how many times Sam tells him to, because Starting Strength is the only book Dean will ever fucking need."

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Wherein a friendly competition with the mysterious ThursdaysAngel turns into a sexy selfie-trading spree that motivates Dean Winchester to train for his first marathon.

Inhuman by Annie D (scaramouche)

Words: 2,098

Dean has learned that sex is different when there's an angel involved.

Just After, But Before by cymbalism

Words: 8,712

Just after Purgatory, but before whatever's next, Dean has a broken angel to put back together.

Just like honey. by orange_crushed

Words: 4,505

"Dean," Cas says. His hand is still flat against Dean's heart. "I've been- will you do something for me?"

"Sure," Dean says. He doesn't even have to think about it. Cas's eyes are starring over, gleaming at the edges with the faintest track of unshed tears, even though he's smiling again. Dean's never actually seen him cry: happy, stubborn, tireless Castiel and his bees and guacamole and perfect coffee and perpetually bare feet, Cas, Dean's hardy dandelion blooming in the middle of the sidewalk. Dean would do literally anything he asked right now, jump off a cliff or ford a river, hand to hand combat with a mountain lion, an eight-course dinner with all Cas's jerkoff fundamentalist relatives. Dean would learn Esperanto or become a bonds trader, whatever the fuck that is. Dean would die for him. Dean would do it smiling.

"Marry me," Cas says.

Kisses by Sunflower Beds by fanforfanatic @fanforfanatic​

Words: 3,299

Cas can’t bring Dean back. But he can’t be without him. So Cas leaves to meet versions of Dean he hasn’t come across before. Dean at three as a snotty toddler. At eight as a grubby child. At fifteen when he's already damaged. Cas travels through time to meet Dean throughout his life, different version of the man and Cas loves every single one.

La cucina. by orange_crushed

Words: 3,962

Dean turns around and Castiel is picking through the jars, turning them over carefully to read the labels, totally engrossed. Dean watches him.

"Is there," Dean says, "uh, anything in there you like?" Castiel looks up at him and then back at the apples, sitting in a basket on the counter in their golden skins, ripe and pretty. Castiel smiles up at Dean.

Like a Parched Land by Las

Words: 8,676

Written for the following prompt: "Reverse!verse: Castiel is the Righteous Man and Dean is the angel who drags his ass out of Hell." This is an AU version of episodes 5x01 through 5x03.

Long Nights in Cold Months by pyrebi

Words: 2,344

When you're an insomniac, you get used to the "what the hell are you doing up, man?" look. Dean just hopes the guy who's stocking the shelves will stop giving it to him long enough to help him find some damn pineapple.

Love, Take Your Toll by aileenrose

Words: 8,724

Cas sees hundreds of faces every day, but there's only one that he really cares about.

Movie Night by Annie D (scaramouche)

Words: 7,683

Dean invites his friends over so that they can gangbang Cas, and fun times were had by all.

Mysteries. by orange_crushed

Words: 2,542

But if God is not gone entirely, if God is not blind, then God knows about this, too. He might be the only one who can hear it: the inaudible rumbling in Castiel’s heart, restless and aching like an empty stomach.

Negotiating the Spot by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefan​

Words: 6,521

"They lie there in a comfortable silence for a while, Dean on his back with his eyes closed and Cas on his side curled around him. Eventually, Cas’ back starts to hurt, and his arm starts going numb beneath the pillow, squashed by the weight of his head and the odd angle. This is becoming a common problem when they cuddle after sex, and Cas doesn’t understand why."

The wet spot on the bed often poses a problem once the afterglow subsides, but rarely does it offer solutions.

okay, cupid. by orange_crushed

Words: 4,591

"The dating thing?" Dean frowns. "Online dating is for weirdos. Robots. Dudes hanging out in their basements."

"You hang out in your basement."

"I have an air hockey table down there,” Dean says, icily.

Once Upon A Dream by jujubiest

Words: 4,899

Everybody-Dean included-attributes Castiel's awkward staring and lack of appreciation for personal space to his lack of understanding when it comes to humans. Funny thing, though: Cas never invades Bobby's personal space, or Sam's. Why is Dean different? Maybe there's something everyone is missing.

Orange You Glad by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefan​

Words: 6,062

Dean hates farmers markets and everything that they stand for. However, following a conversation with a new friend, an aptly-timed epiphany, and some impromptu pie-sharing, Dean's definitely rethinking that opinion.

Perfect Symmetry by FPwoper (dcj) @fpwoper 

Words: 1,447

In which Dean gets drunk and gets lucky. With twins.

Petals by Morethancupcake

Words: 1,745

"He tells him about the bet, about how Ash had pointed Castiel out and had said "Fifty bucks none of you can't have him." Dean doesn't tell him the insults, but Castiel can guess them, all of them. They all probably laughed at how awkward he was, how out of place. How wrong."

Dean tells him about the bet. In the morning, Castiel is gone.

Physics can wait by museaway @museaway​ 

Words: 1,654

Dean doesn’t want a tutor, especially not some kid his age in a tan sweater with a tie and a freaking button-down, but his mom insisted.

Pink by museaway @museaway​

Words: 7,651

After a chance encounter at Lawrence Laundromat (at 3am, no less), Castiel is enthralled with his memory of a man in dusty jeans and a plain t-shirt with a pair of panties in his laundry basket. So Charlie Bradbury (aka Castiel's Former Best Friend) places a "missed connections" ad on his behalf, because that's what friends are for.

Queer by SeashellDestihell

Words: 1,948

A collection of times Dean encounters the word queer.

Release by lovegonestale

Words: 2,504

"Dean refuses to acknowledge his affection/lust for Castiel which backfires horridly when an angel/monster/witch strips Dean of his control and leaves only the basic instincts. The animal inside Dean wants Castiel, wants him under him, submitting, his mate/bitch and he'll do whatever he needs to get that."

Sharing Hands by almaasi 

Dean feels something strange when he touches himself, and realises Cas has been using him as a vessel ever since he came back from Purgatory.

Shopping with Castiel by Anonymous

Words: 2,126

Dean takes Castiel shopping, and the tension is just too much to handle.

Show Me by relucant @relucant​

Words: 3,069

“Huh,” Dean said again. He paused for a moment, then blurted, “Do you think you could show me?” Cas’ eyes widened, but before he could respond, Dean continued in a rush, “Like, um, a porn or something? I mean, just to, like – oh, God, never mind.” He dropped his head into his hands, the tips of his ears bright red.

It wouldn’t be the first time their decade-long friendship had gone a little beyond PG-ratings, between curious middle-school jerkoffs over the pilfered Playboys from Dean’s hidden stash to some drunken high school party games that maybe got a little more handsy than necessary. But they were seniors in college now, and Cas’ attraction to Dean had acquired a weight it hadn’t had as teenagers, and he was pretty sure watching gay porn together was a bad way to fuel that fire.

“Okay,” he said, before his mouth caught up to his dick.

Dean jerked his head up. “What?” he said stupidly.

Something Like This by AlizarinDreams

Words: 2,891

PWP continuation of Missing the Point. Really. That's it.

Steal my Breath by Sincestiel

Words: 1,991

“Tighter, Dean, please,” Cas urges throwing his head back to rest on Dean’s shoulder. Dean squeezes. He doesn’t know why Cas wants this or even what the appeal is, but he always comes harder when he’s struggling to breathe.

Study Break by relucant @relucant​

Words: 3,544

“Stop whining,” Cas said. “Finish your outline and we’ll go. There’s beer at the apartment. We’ll put on Star Wars and pretend we never set foot in the library over break.”

“Castiel Novak,” Dean said, putting his hand to his heart, “you are the wind beneath my wings.”

“Idiot,” Cas said affectionately, hoping Dean didn’t notice the hot flush creeping up his neck. He snatched his pen back and returned to his paper.

They worked in silence for several minutes, punctuated only by Dean’s occasional groans of boredom. Finally he pushed his laptop away and opened his mouth to complain when another clap of thunder shook the walls, much louder than before, and the lights flickered briefly.

Stupid with a Flare Gun by remmyme @remmyme​

Words: 3,912

“Look,” Dean grits, pinching at the bridge of his nose, “You’ve got a body. Yourbody.” (Castiel, not long ago: “Jimmy…his soul was not returned to me.”) “You’re gonna damn well learn how to use it.” The hunter reaches under the seat to jerk at the lever, sliding back the whole of the front bench and badly startling Castiel with the unexpected jolt of movement. “And, hate to break it to you, but this town’s really not that big. You just got yourself kicked out of the only joint that’s got the professionals at work.”

Dean twists to lean against the car door, pulling up a leg to lay across the seat. The moment stretches, silent and tense.

“I ain’t gonna fuck you,” he says, voice gruff, “but I’ll talk you through it.”

Support Your Local Gay Beekeeper by Powerfulweak

Words: 3,976

It’s not like Dean goes on Grindr very often, just when he’s bored and alone. The blue-eyed guy's profile reads "Beekeeper, 29, 5'10, Single, I watch the bees." Dean is intrigued. He has to send a message.

Take Me Home Tonight by Persephoneshadow

Words: 8,111

“Come on, we’re finding you someone to…engage with sexually or whatever,” Dean explains, chancing another swig of beer before going on. “Anyone in this bar, no limits, who would you would be your top choice to bang?”

“Well, you, ideally.”

Dean spits out some beer before collapsing in on himself, legitimately choking this time. “Excuse me?!”

----

Or the one where Cas wants to have sex and Dean is there to help.

Take Your Time by smallhorizons

Words: 2,532

Basically: Dean takes his time opening up Cas with his tongue and fingers before he finally slips inside and gives Cas what he wants.

The First Thing by Valinde (Valyria)

Words: 2,609

Dean figures out what he wants.

The Occasional Sentimentality by Annie D (scaramouche)

Words: 7,512

Dean has the Winchester business, Castiel is an independent contractor, their penchant for violence is something they have in common. For eight months they've been meeting off and on for brief yet intense encounters, but like all things, it can't stay that way forever.

The One Thing You Can't Lose by MajorEnglishEsquire

Words: 4,955

You know what I like a lot? The thought that Dean can just tug Cas anywhere at any time and Cas, who can lift tons without effort, who can demolish things with the light of his grace, who has battled and gone to war, has defended and broken, will just let Dean do it.

The Samhain Trials by jemariel @jemariel

Words 8,068

On Samhain night, the veil is thin, not only between the spirit world and our own, but between humankind and their inner natures.

Every year, the hunt is run. Alphas and omegas brave the woods in search of glory and passion. Every year, Dean Winchester comes out alone. The soulbrand on his neck means that he has a True Mate, and what should be a blessing has only been a curse.

He hopes, and he waits, and this year his soulbrand has been itching as if it were newly risen.

It's nearly sundown.

The Sweetest Taste by habitatfordeanwinchester @cineastette

Words: 1,938

“I assure you that I can feel and taste things just as well as you can, if not more so.”

“You’ve spent centuries as a, what do you call it, fucking celestial wavelength? You can’t possibly tell me that you think you’re a greater authority on hot chocolate.”

***

In which Dean and Castiel argue about hot chocolate.

through hardships to the stars by museaway @museaway 

Words: 4,554

Cas showed up at Dean’s apartment six minutes before midnight with a six-pack of Ad Astra under his arm and Interstellar on blu-ray.

Times Two by relucant (dcj) @relucant

Words: 5,416

[10:50] From: Charlie

So did you find Mr. Sex Hair?

[10:51] To: Charlie

actually yeah. and dude -- there's TWO of them

[10:51] From: Charlie

… How drunk are you?

[10:52] To: Charlie

im not!

[10:52] To: Charlie

ok im lying, i am a little

[10:53] To: Charlie

but srsly, they're twins. and ofc i accosted the wrong twin abt the pic

[10:55] From: Charlie

Oh my God. Your life is a fanfic.

[10:56] From: Charlie

So… Dean-sandwich on the menu then?

To be Alone with You by artsyUnderstudy

Words: 6,248

Castiel needs a model for his new sculpture project, and Dean Winchester sounds perfect for the job.

Tush by Sales Associate Steve (Stiney) @salesassociatesteve

Words: 5,359

Dean's still not exactly clear how he got here, but it's not so bad, actually, it's pretty awesome modeling panties on Tumblr.

Unfocused, Blissed Out by jemariel (dcj) @jemariel

Words: 1,818

“You’re both so beautiful,” Cas finds himself saying.

Jimmy laughs a high snort of a laugh. “Whatever you say, asshole.”

Dean slaps him lightly on the shoulder. “Way to ruin the moment, jerk.”

But Cas just settles deeper into the pillows and around his lovers, smiling and content.

We Will Touch Our Feet Together by cadignan

Words: 7,388

Go to one hour’s worth of paid cuddling—touch therapy, whatever—and end up with a pothead moping on your couch, talking about kinky sex.

Wordplay by Dangerousnotbroken @dangerousnotbroken

Words: 2,964

“I don’t understand why talking dirty is such a big deal for you humans,” Cas complains, apropos of nothing.

You Deserve This by beansprean

Words: 2,190

Sex with Cas was never supposed to be an emotional experience, and Dean doesn't deserve to be made love to.

[facethroughthemirror]

Not The Setting For Anything Illicit, And Yet...

Characters: Donald Doyle, Sarge, Dr. Grey Relationships: Doyle/Sarge

Modern AU, implied cheating, praise kink, lewd content. It’s absolutely illicit, so be warned! This isn't nearly as good as my one other smutty piece I've posted, but whatever, I had a goal in mind. Stay tuned for the surprise.

Sarge’s first name (as well as some of his dialogue) were provided by @airrichan​ !

For day one of @rvbrarepairweek, and crossposted on ao3!

The secluded little house is mostly quiet at this time of day, the mid-morning sun up and shining in through the windows. The cat’s asleep in a windowsill someplace in the house, and the dog’s very graciously wandered off to rest somewhere in the kitchen. Close enough to do his job if he’s needed, but far enough away that he was truly on a break. There’s a documentary about the dangers of residential living in the Victorian era playing on the television, they’re currently talking about how the metal eyelet turned the corset into a more dangerous garment by allowing them to be laced tighter.

It’s certainly not the setting for anything illicit, and yet…

“I-I… a- ah ! Oh goodness… mmn…!”

There’s a small pile of clothing on the floor, discarded rather carelessly, as two bodies move against each other on the sofa. They’ve actually long since lost track of the documentary they’ve been watching, which would actually disappoint one of them if he hadn’t already seen it. Instead, he’s squirming underneath the solid weight of his current partner, right hand grasping at the cushions beneath him while his left presses against his mouth, the smooth surface of his wedding ring cool against the heated skin of his face.

“Don’t be shy now, darlin’. Ain’t nobody around to hear you.”

A much more calloused hand grips his wrist to pull his hand away from his mouth, drawing another gasp, this time followed by a whimper as his partner drops his wrist and twists fingers firmly into ginger hair, giving a less-than-gentle tug. It pulls his head back just enough to allow easier access to his neck, but his partner doesn’t quite utilize that yet. Instead, it just serves to coax hazy blue eyes up find to gray ones.

“You make such pretty sounds, Don. Be a shame to keep ‘em all to yourself.”

“Ah… y-you… ah! ” He yelps against a roll of his partner’s hips. Good lord, the man sounds just like his wife. … oh goodness gracious, is it awkward to compare someone to your wife while you’re being intimate with them during her very noticeable absence? Well, yes, it’s certainly awkward, why did he even think that was a question...

His partner, suddenly, finally seems to take advantage of the access to his neck, and bites at it before he speaks. “... I know that look. You’re thinking about something too hard. Let’s see if I can’t get you to refocus--” Another roll of those hips, and his partner grins. “--Right here.”

He howls as the other man brushes a particularly sensitive spot inside of him, and he flails, planting a hand against the red undershirt shielding his partner’s chest from open air while his free hand scrabbles uselessly against the cushions. He grabs at whatever he can get ahold of, but while his partner keeps up his pace, he’s really not getting a very tight grip on anything. But damn it if he isn’t trying.

The other man chuckles, adjusts his angle to keep his attention on that spot. “That’s better.”

“O- Oh , Aaron--!”

They continue on like that for some time, in no particular hurry, even as the documentary on the screen ends and the next one queues up to play. It’s slow, leisurely. Almost lazy, even. There’s no frenzy, nothing driving them to speed up the pace and rush toward a finish.

“Hello?”

Neither of them, it seems, had heard the door open two rooms over, nor did they hear the new arrival setting her things down and taking off her shoes and jacket. They do notice, however, when she appears in the doorway into the living room. And when the redheaded partner finally turns his head and notices his wife standing there, he does give a startled, panicked yelp. He jumps, though he can’t go anywhere with it, considering that his lover is still solidly on top of him. Her hand is pressed to her own mouth, eyes wide with surprise as she glances between the men currently defiling her sofa. Well, the slipcover on top of it, anyway. But she’s strangely silent, especially for her.

“D-Darling! Y-You’re h-home early…” He swallows, tries to weakly push his current lover off, but it does absolutely nothing, and he settles back onto his elbows in defeat. He can’t formulate a further response, or even think to start trying.

Finally, however, she drops her hand, and reveals the bright smile behind it. Her eyes find the man on top of her husband, and she cheerfully greets him. “I didn’t realize you’d be over today, Aaron!”

“Can’t say I planned it. Figured it’d be a surprise.”

“Well, it certainly is! Although…” The woman breezes over, settling herself cross-legged on the coffee table beside them. Her smile is less serene and a bit more predatory as she reaches over to bat Aaron’s hand out of her husband’s hair, and replaces it with her own, twisting ginger locks around pale fingers. “I believe I told you to behave yourself before I left, precious thing!”

“I-I… n-now, Emily, that’s… th-that isn’t--” He has no words. His mouth works mostly in silence, only a few half-formed squeaks escaping him as his face goes redder and redder. This is all happening, he registers, not only while their boyfriend is still inside of him, but while he himself still has quite a noticeable erection. This doesn’t make it worse, but it certainly does not make it any better.

However, the man above him just chuckles, addressing their newly-arrived audience. “Care to join us, little lady? Maybe let Don make up for not listenin’ to ya.”

“M-Me?! Y-Y- You --”

Emily simply laughs, and releases her grip on her husband’s hair in order to pet at it instead. “It does take two to get into this sort of trouble, dear!”

“Well, you didn’t tell me to behave.”

“... mm, he’s quite right, darling!”

“W- What ?!” He sputters uselessly for a moment more, then slumps down off his elbows almost miserably and covers his face. They’re both the worst. He loves them so, so much, but they are, objectively, the worst. “Th-This is entirely unfair. I-I’m… I-I’m being unfairly punished.”

“Aww, my poor little thing.” Emily leans over, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “We’re being so mean to you, aren’t we?”

“Mmn… y-you certainly are.” He peeks through his fingers at her, just enough to confirm that she’s seen him doing it, before he lowers his hands entirely and lets his head fall back, turning his eyes upward toward the ceiling. “J-Just a-awful.”

“My poor, pitiful thing!” She clicks her tongue sympathetically, flowing up from the coffee table into a standing position in order to start pulling her scrub top over her head. She discards it onto the floor, well away from the men’s clothes, works on the bottoms as she continues to speak. “Now, really, you know we’re expecting company this evening, and you’re absolutely defiling my slipcover!”

“Just toss it in the wash. Clean it right up. Who’s comin’ over?” Aaron inquires conversationally, leaning back slightly in order to finally discard his undershirt. “Didn’t realize you were havin’ company.”

“Oh, Vanessa and Carolina are dropping by for dinner! It’s been so long since we’ve seen them!” She finally discards her scrubs entirely, unhooks her bra one-handed and pulls it off to drop into her pile. “I’d say you’re more than welcome to join us, but, well. My poor, poor slipcover.”

“Got group tonight anyhow. Pickin’ up Grif on the way.”

“Oh, it’s just so lovely to see you two getting along, you know!” While they’re speaking, their partner shifts against the sofa cushions. He accidentally lets out a needy-sounding little whine, prompting them to look down at him, before Emily reaches to pet him again. “Are we ignoring you, treasure?”

“Y’did sorta interrupt us,” Aaron points out. “Bet he’s real eager to finish.”

“Hmm, I think you might be right~” Emily toes the larger pile of discarded clothing out of the way in order to settle on the floor beside the sofa, leaning back in to pepper kisses across her husband’s chest while reaching down to wrap a hand around the more sadly-neglected part of his anatomy. His reaction is immediate, and he sets to squirming again. She giggles brightly, peering up at him. “Aw, there we are!”

“E-Emily…!”

Above them, Aaron starts moving again, and the squirming worsens, the whines and soft cries starting back up as sensation starts to overwhelm him again. He’ll start babbling any moment at this rate, and he knows that that amuses both of them to no end. He’s subjected to their torment for what seems like hours, with Aaron keeping that rough, steady pace and Emily smiling a little brighter each time another pleading little sound escapes him. When he starts to tremble, whether from his quickly-approaching climax or from the overstimulation sure to follow, he isn’t sure, he registers the sound of Emily speaking.

“You’re such a good boy, precious thing. You’re doing so well for us, aren’t you? Such a good little thing for us.”

He can’t resist it when she does that. He knows it, she knows it, and he knows she knows it. Aaron’s not much for saying things like that, not when Emily’s there to do it. So at least he’s being spared on that front: he’s not sure he would be able to handle it if they both started in on him like that.

“Would you like to finish for us, little thing?” she coos, slowing her hand and giving him a possessive little squeeze. “You’re so pretty when you let yourself go, you know. I want to watch. Do you want to let me see?”

He nods, almost frantically,  and he hears Aaron chuckling above them, though at the moment, he pays that no mind. Emily’s laughing too, and she leans up to kiss him, as possessive as ever as her hand speeds back up. When she breaks it off, she leans in close to his ear and purrs, “Come for us, little thing.”

Her voice shoots a jolt of pleasure down his spine, sending him tumbling and flailing over the edge as his mind stutters to a halt. He doesn’t notice Aaron finding his own end above him, or Emily letting him go, or even Aaron climbing off of him to go dispose of his condom and clean up. When he comes back to his senses, Emily’s still settled beside him on the floor, patting at his stomach with a warm, damp towel, cleaning up the mess he’d made. He can’t see Aaron anymore, but he also can’t really think too critically at the moment, so he doesn’t really question it yet.

“Are you back with me, darling?” Emily chirps brightly, reaching up with her free hand to brush his hair off of his forehead for him. “You were quite out of it for a little while! Poor thing, you really needed that, didn’t you?”

He nods, tired and foggy, and she giggles, popping up to give him a soft kiss on the forehead. He feels her petting his hair gently, and leans his head into her touch. It helps to clear his head just that little bit more, and he’s able to focus on what she’s telling him. “Aaron’s taking a quick shower. And we still have plenty of time to wash our poor, abused slipcover before dinner! But after we get you taken care of and cleaned up.”

“... I-I’m… a-alright,” he manages, focusing on her and nodding. “I-I’m fine.”

“Well, let me get you some water anyway. Maybe a snack? Definitely a snack!” Two fingers pressed less-than-gently against his throat. “Your heart’s racing like a hummingbird , darling, you don’t feel faint, do you?”

“N-No…” Does he? He just feels foggy still, he’s not terribly sure.

“Good! But we’ll keep an eye on you for the moment, I think, sweetheart. Come on, let’s sit up, I’ll get you some water and… maybe a chocolate bar?”

He just nods, and sits up while she breezes off toward the kitchen, still entirely naked, he notices. He won’t argue with chocolate, and besides, Emily knows what she’s doing when it comes to aftercare: she takes it quite seriously. And he knows that she’s likely going to be checking in with Aaron until he leaves, probably for the rest of the evening. When she returns, she pulls the throw blanket down to cover him, and presses a kiss to the top of his head while she helps him start on his water and chocolate bar. He notices, for the first time since he and Aaron had started, that the documentary series has long-since ended. The television’s been turned off entirely. But he doesn’t mind: he can watch it later. For now, however, he just settles in and lets her help him recover.

[stvlti]

Robin from Bandersnatch, canon compliant headcanons

Wrote this one a while back for @tuckersoftz. Here is some Content™ of our favourite annoying video game reviewer (as always, crossposted from the server):

Robin is a year older than Stefan. They met each other in college / sixth form.

Robin was in the school newspaper club or whatever journalistic society they had. He's always had an interest in reporting and writing advice columns. But outside of school he worked a part time job in the neighbourhood electronics and video games store and that's how he first met Stefan.

Stefan came into the shop still wearing his school uniform, sort of loitering because he didn't want to go home and deal with his dad, but also just circling this display case of Colin's (at the time) newly-released Commodore game (which was the first one he put out for that gaming system), with big yearning eyes knowing he can't get it because he didn't have the money to buy a Commodore.

Robin recognised his uniform so they got chatting. Stefan's awkward like the way he is, you know, but Robin broached the subject of Colin Ritman and Stefan went nyooooom, he almost had to apologise for gushing about it. But then Robin was also gushing about it too, and that's how they met really, rather embarrassingly.

At school they started hanging out but they never really became close friends? Stefan had his home situation, Robin didn't; Robin had a set of cushy middle class parents, who were very lenient with his extracurricular interests, being the youngest child of the family that he was. In fact, the year Robin graduated, he got a Commodore for his birthday, but the boys fell out of touch very quickly after Robin moved away from Ealing to study and try to make it in the news and TV industry, and he never invited Stefan over again to play games together.

When Stefan started seeing Robin on the TV reviewing Colin's games for a living, basically working his dream job, it made Stefan all the more determined to work on his own prospective career as a game maker. He was mostly starstruck when he met Colin, but then he got home and sat down and began working on the game's code, saw Robin's face on the telly excitedly reviewing Metl Hedd, and Stefan thought to himself, he's gonna surprise Robin and everyone else, he's gonna make a hit and he's gonna get Colin to actually notice him and respect him in a way that Robin wouldn't be privy to. (and it's not so much out of spite but more just feeling like, knowing that he's got it in him to be better, in spite of the shitty hand he's been dealt in life.)

[grvntld]

my 12th of april was great! dami ko ginawa my goodness but sobrang happy ko 🥺 well, always happy naman talaga ako pag natatapos ko to do list ko so ya know ayorn

ive finally started and finished the one thing ive been procrastinating on hehu been wanting to clear out some stuff of mine in order to make space for my other stuff whoOps but really akala ko kasi like super dami ko need isort ganorn i mean it was a lot but not like A LOT ykwim?¿? basta ganoin lol

all i need to do is to have it delivered to one of my sibs so she and our cousins could check them out and get wtvr they want in it wooh

other than that, what got me busy today was werq hehe i did my best to finish all the newly added recipes in the list, schedule articles, crosspost, and whatnot awiiiiiihh im so happy i finished all of them so if ever i hv new werq tasks to do later today, it wont pile up bc im done with all my yesterday werq tasks hooray

oOOOoooOOoOoohHHHhh we also went to the bank din pala and it was a success too so another win yorn hehe

bottomline is sobrang daming ganap talaga today and im just happy to be giving myself a pat on the back for being able to not just do 'em all, but for being able to actually do 'em well yiE

on top of that, i was also able to make savor the start of my day and honor my breaks all throughout the day kasi vvv important sakin yorn ♡ i was able to do my stretch + exercise + yoga + meditate and and and also watch a movie, two youtube videos, a few episodes of business proposal, and i even started reading the second bridgerton book which is the viscount who loved me bc im olredi done with the first one yaaaAAaAAAaaaAAssssSSSSsSS gO ghOrL go me go evribohdeh

[letswritefanfiction]

Lost in Hallweenia! Alt. Ending

Crosspost from ffnet and AO3.

Summary: It’s Halloween! Ash and the gang are living it up trick or treating when they stumble upon a strange house with some strange artifacts. What mysteries do they hold and…wait, who are those three lurking behind them?

Word Count: 1,254/27,343

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Alternate Ending

After our adventures in Halloweenia, our heroes find themselves once again on the path to the Silver Conference…wait…wait a second! We’re back in Halloweenia! What’s going on?

“Hmm, I feel like I’m forgetting something.”

Ash, Misty, and Brock were once again standing solidly on Lassie’s outstretched hands, reaching towards their glowing portal back to Earth.

“What?” Misty asked. “We have everyone and all of our Pokémon. We need to go now!”

Suddenly, Pikachu’s ears perked up, his eyes widening wildly. “Pipi kachu!”

“Aaaah!” Ash began shouting, Pikachu’s realization hitting him as well. “Aaaaaah! What about Team Rocket?!”

“Team Rocket?” Brock and Misty asked.

“They’re here! They’re the ones who took the crown!”

“Where are they?” Mantar asked, getting the group’s attention.

“Um, in a house turned into an illusion?”

Mantar frowned. “Great, that helps.”

In a moment, Mantar vanished away, teleporting out of the throne room.

“You had best be leaving now,” King Trevenant suggested. “Mantar will be back with your friends shortly, I��m sure.”

Misty scoffed. “They’re not friends.”

“Yeah. Actually, they’re the ones who stole the crown in the first place,” Ash explained. Then his brow grew heavy with concern. “Um, are you going to throw them in jail?”

To everyone’s surprise, King Trevenant laughed, rustling the newly grown leaves all over his body. “No. I think it would be more of a punishment for us if they stayed in this world than it would be a punishment for them. So it’s the number one priority of our national security to set them and yourselves back to Earth. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Your Highness,” everyone said in unison.

“Okay, then you know what to do.”

Everyone reached a hand for the glowing crown. And then they were whisked away to another world.

Moments later, Ash, Misty, Brock, Pikachu, and Togepi found themselves in a passage just like the one they’d landed in before reaching Halloweenia. They checked out the rocks, trees, and other mysterious plant life that were distorted in their unearthly ways. It was both familiar and completely new at the same time.

“Um, should we just stay here?” Ash asked, suddenly remembering how his voice echoed in the endless cavern.

“I think that’s the best idea,” Brock said. “I wouldn’t want to get lost in here again, especially when we know that Mantar is coming back.”

Ash and Brock took the opportunity to get a closer look at what they now knew to be the gate between Halloweenia and their world. They noticed things that they now knew to be references to Halloweenia. There was a sarcophagus of a Cofagrigus—a metal statue, of course; not live—little black rubber Rattata in a bunch of crevices, and…oops, a black Joltik with red spots, hanging from a tree.

Best not tell Misty about that one.

Speaking of Misty, she was busy cooing at Togepi, who was all but dancing in her arms. Misty was making up for the lost time that evening and, if she was being honest, she was double checking to see that Togepi was, indeed, still in one piece.

Before long, everyone sensed a disruption rousing in the air. They roved around until they spotted Mantar appearing out of the darkness with Team Rocket in tow. Team Rocket too were discombobulated, spinning around—clearly they hadn’t been told where they were going—before they laid eyes on the twerps.

“Hahahaha! We’ve got you now!” Jessie cried out, drawing everyone’s attention to Pikachu.

“Let’s get ‘im!”

All at once, Jessie, James, and Meowth lunged for Pikachu. Ash ‘n crew could do nothing but scream and lean back as they waited for the inevitable. However, everyone’s eyes widened when suddenly Team Rocket was taken over by a pink glow, and they fell to the ground, frozen in place.

Mantar shook his head. “You’d think that you all would start to see that move coming.”

It turned out it took a lot more time to walk around a mysterious and inexplicable world between two worlds when you had to pull around three frozen villains via rope.

Someone had managed to pull three ropes out of nowhere and tie them around Jessie, James, and Meowth’s middles. Ash, Misty, and Brock were left with the dubious task of pulling them around the portal while Mantar took the lead.

“You know? I’m not sure I actually like them better this way,” Ash grunted as he heaved Jessie along their stony path.

“Pikachu.”

Pikachu seemed almost smug in his disagreement, loving Team Rocket in their newest form. Of course, that was only because he didn’t have a load to pull. In fact, he was only making Ash’s heavier.

“We’re here,” Mantar said abruptly.

“Oh, thank goodness,” Misty groaned, releasing Meowth from her grasp immediately.

Ash and Brock turned to her in dismay—they would have changed places with her in a heartbeat.

“Well, I guess this is goodbye,” Ash said sadly, turning back to Mantar.

“That it is.”

“We’re going to miss you,” he said. Misty and Brock nodded in agreement.

“As shall I.”

“So…are you going to unfreeze these guys first?” Brock asked, gesturing to Team Rocket while sidestepping away. You know, just in case.

“If I must. But I shall make it quick. I don’t much like goodbyes anyhow.”

Then, without a further word, Mantar removed his will from Team Rocket and before they could so much as stretch their muscles, they, as well as Ash and the gang, were gone.

“Um, bye, Mantar…” Ash said the moment they arrived back in the old mysterious house on earth.

“Hello, twerps.”

Ash, Misty, and Brock turned around to see Team Rocket staring at Pikachu, their faces shrouded in the shadow of the gloomy attic. They were all grinning maniacally, like this was their moment to shine as true villains.

“We’ve got you cornered now, twerp. Hand over the Pikachu.”

“Never!” Ash shouted back.

“Hmm, then we’ll just have to take it from you!”

“WAIT!” Meowth shouted, garnering everyone’s attention.

“What?” Jessie growled, whipping around towards Meowth so quickly that her hair whipped James in the face. “What could possibly be more important than finally stealing Pikachu for the boss?”

“The candy dish is still here!”

Suddenly, everyone’s expressions went blank as their eyes went to the ground. There, as promised, were the remains of the candy bowl that Team Rocket had been working on destroying only a few hours before.

“Oh,” everyone said calmly.

Then it was every man for himself.

“Let go!”

“I saw it first!”

“There’s another one over there!”

“No, that one’s mine!”

“Not if I have anything to say about it!”

Meanwhile, everyone seemed to forget about their own hauls of candy. So while everyone fought over the candy bowl like it was the carcass to a wake of vultures, Togepi trotted around, gobbling up all of the candy that it could manage to unwrap with its stubby little paws.

“Priiii!” it trilled upon taking a deliciously ooey-gooey bite. It waved its hands in the air and wiggled for all it was worth, living out the joy that was All Hallows Evening.

Ah, that’s much better isn’t it? The crew got back again, but this time with some added members! And with the candy there to distract everyone, it seems that Ash and Pikachu won’t be regretting it. Not yet, anyway. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see next time, as the journey continues.

Stay tuned for Pokémon Karaoke-mon!