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larkawolfgirl · 2 years ago

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A First of Many Colors (Promptio)

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Relationships: Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum, Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia Characters: Prompto Argentum, Gladiolus Amicitia

Summary: Prompto's excited to finally be bottoming for Gladio.

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This is the first time Prompto has ever been happy that his parents are away. They are on one of their many business trips which means he is assured to have an evening alone with his largest boyfriend.

Gladio and he are sitting on the couch pretending to look through movie choices. Or, Prompto is pretending at least. He has other plans and isn't doing a good job at hiding it with the way his hand keeps feeling up his boyfriend’s large thigh.

Gladio laughs and clicks the tv off. “Woah, chocobo, I thought we were gonna chill first.”

Prompto blushes. "I...I'm just really excited for tonight because," he lowers his eyes in the way he knows Gladio finds adorable, "I want you to top me."

Gladio’s face lights up with excitement. “Are you sure?”

“Totally. I've been thinking about this for a week straight. I even asked Noctis what to expect and how best to prepare.”

"Well, let me tell you something. I've been thinking about it since you kissed me."

That confession does good things to his insides. "Good." Even though he rationally knew Gladio had just been holding off, he still had subconscious doubts from not being able to solidify their relationship this way yet. Now that he can, he’s as eager as a puppy at playtime and pounces into Gladio’s lap much like one. He can feel Gladio’s own eagerness in the way that he kisses him, as if he’s been caught without air and he’s desperately sucking in all that he can get. His large hands squeeze at the tops of his thighs and Prompto ruts their stirring erections together.

Prompto’s muffled moan shifts into a whine when Gladio scoots him back. “No, if we are doing this, we’re doing it right.”

Before Prompto can ask what he means, he’s already lifting him up to walk them into his bedroom. His hands support his rear and he kneads his cheeks and bounces him some on the way which lets Prompto’s clothed dick rub against his abominable muscles, noticeable even through his muscle shirt. How he got this lucky, he’ll never know.

A trill runs up his spine when Gladio drops him onto the bed and quickly climbs over to bracket him in. Prompto’s chest is tight with something he’s terrified he may lose if he doesn’t hold onto it. Expression soft, he feels over Gladio’s hard chest, feeling each muscle, before following the lines of his tattoo down his arms. He feels cornered, but in a way that makes him feel safe and where he’s meant to be. “You’re perfect,” Prompto coons, his attempt to lasso that feeling before it escapes him.

“So are you.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” His kiss is still desparate but sweeter this time. When he’s done, he removes Prompto’s shirt to reveal the scattered freckles on his collarbone. “You’ve got all these beautiful freckles,” he pokes at a few of them. “Have you noticed they darken when you get worked up?” He bows down to kiss at two near his bellybutton. “You’ve picked this adorable hairstyle that looks like a chocobo. Your eyes are such a unique color. I don’t care how you see yourself. You’re just as striking as Noct and Iggy. You’re so receptive to all of our touches,” as if proving his point he cups Prompto’s cheek and smiles when he nuzzles into it. “You’ve loved us in every way you knew how for as long as I’ve known you. You’ve probably got the biggest heart out of everyone on Eos.”

“Gladio!”

That feeling is swelling, and Prompto is this close to crying when Gladio tacks on, “Plus, you have the sexiest voice when it grows hoarse when you’re about to cum”

“N--no it doesn’t!”

Gladio chuckles. “We’ll see about that.”

He kisses around his belly again and undoes his fly. Prompto lifts his hips to help him remove his pants. Once they are off, Gladio lowers himself to his knees on the floor so that he is level to stare in awe at his already stretched hole. “Shit.”

Prompto wiggles his hips so that the plug is better on display. “Like it? Noct thought it would help. Iggy monitored that I was I prepped well enough, so you don’t need to worry about him punishing you."

Gladio places a wet kiss at the spot where his thigh and cheek meet. “Gods, I want you so bad.”

Prompto grins and stretches his arms out wide as if asking for a hug. “Take me then. I’m all yours.”

He nudges the butt plug up into his walls once before twisting it out and tossing it somewhere on the bed. “Believe me, I will.”

The next thing Prompto knows, there is the feel of a wet tongue at his hole and Prompto keens. “What are you doing? Noct already got me ready.”

“Can never be too careful. Besides,” he lifts his face high enough for Prompto to see his smirk, “I like it.”

He goes to town eating him out to the point Prompto’s panting, cock red and dripping. “T--that’s enough,” he knocks at his face with his thighs. He can feel Glado’s smirk against his skin as he gives one last masterful suck for good measure, and fuck. Gladio definitely knows how to eat someone out.

Prompto takes in some deep breaths trying to calm down so that he doesn’t lose it before they’ve already begun.

"Gladio!" he whines. "I'm not gonna last."

“That good, huh?”

“Mm.” He nods his head encouragingly. Noctis may hate Gladio’s inflated ego, but Prompto loves it. He can’t help it.

“It’s all good. Just hold on.” He finally undresses himself, thankfully without a show (Prompto doesn’t think he can take it right now). “Since you’re so prepared, I assume you got lube and a condom?”

“Top dresser draw.”

He turns to get it giving Prompto a wonderful view of his tattoo and firm behind. Last time they’d been together he had walked him through fucking him . His dick jolts at the memory.

Gladio climbs back onto the bed and smears a generous amount of lube over his huge cock. Then finally, finally his cock is pushing at his walls. He enters him agonizingly slowly, as if he is the most precious thing and Prompto can hardly even feel a strain on his muscles thanks to it and his earlier preparation. Regardless, he can feel how large he is, that he’s fuller than ever before, and he loves it. As soon as he’s bottomed out, Prompto grips his shoulders. “You’re so big. I can’t believe it.”

“In a good way?”

“Astrals, yes. Move?”

Gladio pulls out almost as slowly as he entered, but then he pushes back in with one fluid motion which manages to hit his prostate catching Prompto completely off-guard. He nearly screams, as overwhelmed as he is. Gladio doesn’t stop, repeating this precise thrust a few times.

“Oh my gods!” Prompto finally manages between incoherent babbling noises. “Did Iggy tell you how to do that?”

Gladio smirks, definitely proud of himself. “Glad I was able to successfully garner that piece of knowledge.”

“I love him.”

“Hey, what about me?”

Prompto pulls him down into a long, deep kiss and Gladio rewards him with faster, harder thrusts that leave him breathless. Prompto runs his hands over Gladio’s back, and Gladio runs his over his sides, then his hips and stomach. Suddenly, he stops moving altogether.

“What’s wrong?” Prompto asks, panicked.

Gladio rises, blinking down at his hands. He moves just a bit, then gasps. “Holy shit.”

Prompto looks down to where he’s looking and blinks himself. “Is that?”

Instead of answering, Gladio takes his hand and forces it over the bulge in his stomach. He gives another thrust and the bulges moves with him. “Fuck.”

“Right?” Gladio moves his hand to the side to feel the bulge this time. Then he tests having their hands side by side. Their fingers thread over the bulge and Prompto’s pretty much lost it at this point.

“I’m gonna-” he cuts off, keening instead.

Gladio chuckles, brushing his face with his free hand. “There it is, the hoarseness.”

He so embarrassed it only makes it worse as he sputters just as hoarsely. Gladio saves him with a hungry kiss. “Let’s cum together, chocobo.”

He pushes Prompto’s hand down on his stomach so he’s mock feeling him up through the barrier of his body, then moves his own to jerk Prompto off for real. He may be better with his mouth than his hands, but he still knows how to get Prompto off better than he should and it only takes a few thrusts before his orgasm hits him like a tidal wave. He tugs Gladio closes just as he reaches his own orgasm and groans in that husky tone right by his ear.

Prompto’s still for a long time just recovering. That feeling is still there in his chest. He wasn’t sure before, but now he doesn’t have a doubt in his mind. “Gladdy?”

“Yeah?” Gladio’s still inside him, just lying there poking freckles on his right arm.

“I love you.”

Gladio sits up on his arms to meet Prompto’s eyes. He looks at him for a moment before finally returning the sentiment in a tone so tender it breaks something in Prompto’s chest he hadn’t known was there. Prompto meets him halfway into a kiss. They kiss for what feels like hours, turning onto their sides at some point so that Gladio could pull out without having to move away to do so.

“Thanks, Gladdy,” he finally breaks the long silence. “It finally feels for real.”

Luckily, Gladio seems to understand what he means and doesn’t force him to elaborate on his insecurities. “It’s always been real, chocobo. We’ve all loved you from the start.”

Prompto nods. “Yeah, still don’t really get it though. I should be the one loving you, not the other way around.”

Gladio frowns. Prompto can tell he wants to give him a lecture but he’s grateful he doesn’t. And maybe that’s only because he doesn’t want to potentially ruin this beautiful first between them, but he can live with that. “We’ll just have to settle on it going both ways then.”

Prompto kisses his shoulder in appreciation.“Noct’s gonna flip knowing he missed this.”

"We’ll just have to show them next time then.”

Prompto smiles, squeezing him in a tight embrace. “Yeah, we will.”

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itstheimpossibledream · 3 years ago

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Thee Stallion

Word Count: 5,467

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Megan The Stallion, Hotch x Emily Prentiss

Summary: I’m trying something new, the writing style, the character type and fandom all a bit different than my usual stories so please lmk what you think ! So this first part is loosely based on Season 3 Episode 17. A Spencer Reaid sexual redemption story of sorts. Spencer’s high school crush grows up to be singer & sex icon Megan thee Stallion but, when a killer sadist and kidnapper enters her circles she turns to Spencer& The BAU for help. The Team ends up going undercover at a sex party and things ensue. I’m aware it the most random pairing on the planet and it didn’t need to happen.But, this is what I wanted to write so like……..suck it???🤷🏾‍♀️Also a Prentiss and Hotch hook up ??? whaaaaat? I know I know I’m unhinged. Enjoy sluts😜Again Feedback is always welcome and requests are open! Please don’t copy or repost my fics without my permission!

"I don't know. Are you sure your parents aren't going to mind?" Spencer asked, nervously biting his bottom lip. He stepped into the doorway of the large home. It smelled clean, he noted that it didn't have the smells of a normal house, it's scents didn't remind him of family but more of a hotel.Scents of maids, glass cleaners and overly expensive clothing filled his nostrils. He wasn't judging her but, to say her parents were filthy rich would be an understatement. Freshman year she moved to Las Vegas, and a week ago Mrs. Baird had asked Spencer if he'd mind tutoring her after school. He played it cool in front of his favorite teacher but, inside his heart had skipped for joy. He never actually expected her to ask him to walk her home. Not that he could consider saying no. No one would be looking for him anyway. As the Vegas sun beat down on them his heart soared, even in the silence.This infact was his cloud nine.He just never expected for the hottest girl in school to admit to wanting to spend time with him,much less for an extended period. Obviously, it was a purely platonic mathematical meeting but, still this was more alone time with a girl he wasn't related to than he had had so far in his life. She headed up the stairs and he followed behind her like a lost puppy, trying with all his might not to look up her incredibly short school-uniform-issued skirt,as she ascended. It wasn't necessarily that she was the most popular girl in school, or the fact that she was the hottest that made him crazy about her, as much as it was the fact that she always smiled at him. She was just nice. The day he met her,Mom was having an episode, a bad one and she forgot to wake him up for school. Much to his surprise this day was also her first day of school, she smiled at Spencer in the office and he made sure to set an alarm knowing he couldn't rely on his mother and was never late to school again. He vowed to himself to never miss that smile if he could help it.

The intricate wooden door swung open into what Spencer could only imagine was the inside of a pepto-bismol bottle, or every girl's dream. The entire room was hot pink and bright, it wasn't what he had pictured for her but then again she was doing many things out of character today.

"Are you sure your parents are okay with me being in your room?" he asked again, just to be on the safe side. She broke into laughter shooting him a look of astonishment that also somehow managed to make him feel as though he had asked a stupid question.

"They never care that there are boys in my room. They're never home." she retorted quickly.

"O." Spencer was surprised by the popping sound his lips made as he said it.

"Why?" she followed up quickly "You've never had a girl in your room before?" she took off her sweater, embellished with the school's emblem and sat it on the back of her color coordinated office chair.

"Ummmmm no." He replied honestly .

"Then you should invite me over sometime." She said, crossing the room to sit on her impossibly large bed.

"O ummm- I don't think that'd be a good idea." he whispered to himself. The room fell silent for a moment and he realized that he had made the moment awkward, she had offered to come to his house, to be in his room and he had turned her down.

"Your uhhhh-Your room is VERY pink." he managed to get out in order to cover the silence. He scratched the back of his head, a visual declaration of his insecurities manifesting and she doubled over in laughter again, finding herself shockingly both amused and turned on by his honesty. Men weren't honest like that, and definitely not with her.

"Pretty observant. I guess that's why you're the smartest kid in the state." She winked. He ignored the wink, it probably wasn't intentional.

"Actually it's just the Tri-state area but......thanks" he trailed off again. This time she didn't try to come up with something to say to make him more comfortable. She allowed him to sit in the silence and shockingly he realized he was less bothered by it. She watched as he fiddled with his hands, the veins in his slender fingers raised to attention. Eventually, She pulled her textbook from her back pack and opened to a problem that she was having trouble with. Spencer watched over her shoulder as she worked through the math on her own. Truthfully, she got farther than he had expected her to. He could tell though that at this part she was stuck, he gave her a second to see if she would catch her mistake.But, he couldn't bare to watch it anymore , reaching down his hand to cover hers, guiding it to write the right numbers. When he leaned in she could smell his cologne, a scent much more mature than that of anyone else their age. She wanted Spencer bad. He had to be avoiding it not to notice.He was actually the first boy she had had in her room that didn't attempt to get her naked the second the door closed behind them. His adams apple bobbed as he finished the last number and she decided to go for it. There was something about the curve in his lip as he smiled down at his math that made her want to jump his bones. She could tell he wasn't the kind of guy you fake an orgasm for. He was someone who wasn't afraid to work at something until they got it right.

"Can you sit in this chair for me?" she asked, slowly running her hand over the seat's back.

"sure." he shrugged, taking the book with him, completely unaware of your intentions. You move to the door and lock it, he was probably a virgin,probably wanted a less risky experience.You straddle his right thigh and his eyes immediately snap up to meet you,when you finally lower yourself onto his leg, he can't ignore it anymore. You feel his body tensing up under you,

"Do you want me to stop?" you say looking directly in his eyes. He had never made uninterrupted eye contact with you for this long but you could see the wheels in his head turning.

"NO!" he says, louder than he had expected to, afterall he was the smartest kid in the entire tri-state area. He knew what you were offering him now. You lean down to kiss him, at first his lips don't move and you wonder if you had completely misjudged him.Then, you feel a hand move to the back of your head as he cradles you to his mouth,pushing back, his tongue fighting for dominance. You slowly began rolling your hips on his leg, leaning in at the top, putting the most pressure on your clit. You could feel him growing hard, and soon enough you were rubbing him through his pants as he exhaled the tiniest moans. You were in love with that sound, and you knew you would do anything he asked you to, as long as he never stopped making it. He was able to lift himself up and move his pants down enough to spring his cock free from his underwear, it was so shockingly confident and unlike him a few minutes prior and you cherished it. You lifted your skirt for him so he could move your underwear to the side and enter you.The entire walk home had felt like foreplay to you anyway, the underwear you were wearing had been soaked through. He looked up at you, eyes heavily lidded and filled with lust. He didn't seem as innocent as he had before entering your room. Swinging your leg to his side so you were fully straddling him, you lowered yourself to him and relished in the intake of breath he had as his tip began exploring your walls.He looked up at you so innocently you couldn't help but moan out his name.

"Shhh. Shh.We don't want anyone to hear you." He whispered before pulling you in for another kiss. You whine into his mouth as he ruts his hips up into you. His hips move with force but, control he's savoring it, not wanting to cum too soon. It was his first time, you wouldn't have held it against him but, god were you glad he was lasting. You were beginning to unravel ontop of him. His nimble fingers worked open the buttons of your shirt as you bounced on him. He reached a hand inside and you were surprised by the warmth of his long hand as he plamed your breast,working your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger.

“Oh. my god." you breathed over and over again, as he continued pushing into you. The sensation was much more than you were used to,and you grappled with your emotions as he pushed you over the edge. You were loud, there wasn't even an attempt to hold it in. He pulled back from your mouth, a large smile breaking across his face. He was beaming with pride and while you loved to see how happy your orgasm had made him, you were slightly annoyed to learn that even Spencer was not entirely exempt from succumbing to unnecessary male bravado. You could feel him moving inside you, pulsing his dick against your walls as he watched you come down from your high. He brought your face to his, kissing you deeply as you began to roll your hips onto him again. His gaze is dark and you press your hands down on his chest to adjust yourself as you ride him. He loves watching you,everything from the way you flip your hair, to the noises that escape your throat with each thrust. You kiss his neck, working your lips on the space behind his ear, his eyes roll to the back of his head and he whispers a light "Fuck." in response to your action. He began pushing into you fast and quick , he held you up by your hips allowing himself to slide completely in and out of you. When he controlled your hips it allowed him to push up and bottom out, hitting your deepest point. He moans again, his voice hitting a higher pitch than you had expected and you knew what you were doing to him. He pushed into you for the last time letting out an embarrassingly loud noise as you bounced a bit more, releasing your orgasm all over him. He practically beams up at you , filled with pride. You make out with him again as he slowly softens inside you.

"Do you ummm-want to finish studying or- I can leave if you...." The confidence of the moments before had evaporated and in its wake was the same timid genius as before.

"I'd like it if you stayed." you said, peeling your skin from his and removing the rest of your school uniform while changing into your robe.You walked to your bathroom, splashing water on your face and looking at your reflection. You came back from the bathroom to find Spencer dressed, the chair was placed back near the table and the room looked as though nothing had ever happened. He had the book back in his lap and was reading it intently, or maybe he was just staring down at it to avoid making eye contact with you.

"You can use the bathroom if you want." you smiled at him as you pulled the ties on your robe tighter.

"I'm okay." he said, barely looking up from the text. There was a bang on the door, that got his attention. He looked at you now, his pupils jumping with fear. The knock hit the door again, stronger this time.

"I'm coming." she called shakily. She quickly crossed the room and unlocked the door.

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"So that's why they did it?"Derrick said, spinning in his chair again. The bull pen was practically empty but the heat that dripped off of Spencer's lips as he spoke was palpable.

"He really had no choice." Spencer said furrowing his brow. "American society heralds the high school quarterback as the traditional teen alpha male .What was he supposed to do?" he shrugged, clearing his throat.

" He wasn't supposed to bully you, to embarrass you in front of the whole school. He shouldn't have chosen that.It's not your fault his girlfriend chose you." Derek leaned in, he was good at that, the supportive older brother role. It made him feel safer, it made him feel understood and it gave Derek a window into a part of Spencer's life that he was rarely allowed to see.

"And that's why you don't want to help her?" Derek asked but it came out as more of a statement. Spencer returned his gaze to his desk while Derek ogled the woman in Hotch's office.

"Sure had to be good for your ego though."Morgan remarks pleasantly, swinging his chair around again

"Pain and happiness are simply conditions of the ego.Forget the ego. A quote from Laozi."Spencer shrugs, pushing up from his desk.

"Okay but have you seen her music videos?She twerks Spencer."

"I've seen all of them, the same as she's aware of every achievement and degree I've been honored with. We're friends just......from afar." the corner of Spencer's mouth twitched as he finished and Derek couldn't help but pry more, following him to the coffee stand.

"Why?" he pushed " Do you think if you get close to her again something else bad will happen?"

"I don't know." his mouth quirked up again while he tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. Derek was chuckling to himself while stirring his coffee and Spencer knew he could not wait to tell Garcia.

“What ?” he finally asked unable to ignore Morgan’s chuckles any longer.

“Just never thought you could handle a sister… much less….” he trailed off.

“Shut up Morgan.” he countered quickly , refusing to make eye contact.

Emily crosses the room towards them, perching atop Morgan’s desk. “You guys got any idea what that’s about ?” She asks motioning towards Hotch’s office.

“Spencer’s friend had some coworkers go missing.” Morgan offers, folding his arms in a fake gesture of jealousy towards Spencer, who rolls his eyes.

“Ah. What does she do?”Prentiss asks, always the curious one.

“Real-estate.” Spencer quips quickly before shoving his hands into his pockets and moving past them to leave. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed by her, he truly wasn’t. It was more the time in his life that she reminded him of that he wished to escape.His thoughts were silenced when Hotch announced to the bull pen that they were to meet immediately.

Hotch walked up swiftly behind Prentiss, "Pack and meet back here in 30." Hotch said, throwing the file under his arm. Prentiss looks from Spencer to Derek, and the room becomes silent as they watch Hotch walk away with Megan.

"O We're definitely taking this case." Derek raised his eyebrows and Spencer felt his heartbeat quicken. Okay so he had to be around her again, he could do that. It wasn't as if she was a bad memory. Infact, he associated her with a lot of the positive parts of his teenage years, nothing had really topped losing his virginity.

"Hey guys-" Prentiss said looking up from the file,"you have no idea how fun this case is gonna be." she said, laughing to herself.

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Spencer rapped his pen quickly against the notepad before him. The case actually seemed simple to him, she brought good intel, she practically handed them the unsub their only job was to make a clear, fool proof arrest.Dalton Hughes was wanted for kidnapping and forcing women into sexual slavery. Definitely not their usual work but, she had used Spencer’s name to get FBI attention.And while he attempted to hide it well, Spencer could tell Hotch was more than attracted to her.

“Reid and Prentiss you’ll be undercover.” Hotch finished

“ Woahhhh.Wait what?!?!” Spencer exclaimed

“You brought us this case I assume you wanted to be hands on.” Hotch responds directly.

“ I do- I-I just think Morgan would be less obvious.” he pleaded to deaf ears.

“ Gee thanks.” Derek’s dry humor broke the rest of the room into an uproarious laughter.

“Actually, Tall fit black guy in those circles is either a performer or an athlete-regardless he’s got to much charm. He's the kind of guy who walks into a room and everyone knows who he is. You guys need someone who can fly under the radar for this.” she says leaning in on the doorframe. Overhearing their meeting wasn’t intentional, she just wanted to make sure he had relayed the case clearly, plus there was only so much space inside the plane.

“ Great. I’m just the right amount of invisible I guess.” Reid says, faking a smile as he gets up from his seat to pace the aircraft.JJ pats him on the back and you can tell she’s trying to console him but, you know there isn’t much left to console. The rest of the team filed out as you scurried to catch up with Spencer.

“ Did she just profile me?” Morgan asks aloud, a hint of disgust in his voice.

“ Look you know I respect our unspoken bond, and I swear I wouldn’t have come if I had another option.” you say grabbing his arm, pleading for him to look at you. He’d grown a lot since you had last seen him.His muscle tone was becoming as prevalent as his wit.

“ I know.” He admits sternly, his voice is low but sure.

“ I know-I just.I ummmm….” his voice trailed off and you watch as his eyes jumped around, looking everywhere except directly at you. It was impossible for him to be at a loss for words, this silence just meant he wasn’t sure of what he knew he wanted to say. “Can we uhhh-“ he still can’t find the agreeable language before Hotch cuts in.

“We’re all okay with these assignments then?”he asks. He seemed to accept the assorted responses from the room and returned to his reading of the file. Megan quietly excuses herself to go to the bathroom.

"Prentiss was right." Rossi smiles to himself, " I do love this case."

"I just don't see why I'm going undercover in a sex ring instead of Derek." Spencer whispers.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Derek shoots back in mock surprise.Both Prentiss and Spencer burst out in laughter, and even Hotch can't help but smile.

"For what it's worth I'd trade spots with you anyday, pretty boy." Morgan says winking at Spencer.

"We need it to be Reid, he and Megan have a good rapport and I want to build on that.The more natural the relationship looks the better."

"Wait what do you mean relationship?"Prentiss shoots. No one responds, so Prentiss breaks the silence of the jet with an "O.I see......No way.....Well, good for you Reid."

"O my god." Spencer rolls his eyes"can we please just get to L.A. without going through my entire sexual history?"

"Oooooo.So there is a sexual history?" Now, Morgan turns to fully face Reid, clapping him on the back. Prentiss makes a sexual gesture with her hands, and the entire room erupts in laughter again.

"Stop." Prentiss immediately let's up on the joke at Hotch's command.Everyone attempts to hold it in but, after a second of silence Rossi breaks, and the rest of the group can’t help but follow.

“You know, I stripped undercover before.” Prentiss cuts in.

“Oh god. How did I know we were going to go back to that.” Morgan feigns annoyance.

“Good point Emily, you should be paired with Hotch.” Rossi says flippantly.

“That’s fine. We could use Emily’s expertise.” Hotch says, his eyes flaring as he looks down at the file, definitely pretending to read. Clearly it was not fine but, it was more important for him to pretend it was for the sake of the room than not to. Plus, having more agents on the ground was always reassuring.

The plane begins its landing process and Spencer is lost in thought.

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He was calm and collected since the second he stepped off the plane to be honest. It wasn't until she slid her her leg on top of his, showing herself off to the dance floor,as he calmly rested his hand on her knee as if nothing out of the ordinary that he had the time to process what was happening."Okay can you see him?" she whispers into his ear. Ofcourse he can see him, ofcourse he was looking at her. Everyone in the room couldn't help but look at her, she was easily the most beautiful woman in any room she walked into. And while she was not the most famous guest at the party, not by a long shot she was, sure to grab attention that way as well. Spencer knew that but,he also knew that this was acting, and while he was good at reading other people's behavior he hoped she wouldn’t judge his behavior by the feeling of him growing under her leg. "Are we going to talk to him now?"

“No ...ummm our job is more to survey. You know keep an eye on everything.” He choked out.

“It’s easier if I have some help.” she smiled. He lightly brushed a finger over the tops of her knees, slowly moving his way up her thigh. It was gentle but, it was teasing enough for her to notice.

“ I’m not against helping, I just didn’t think you’d need it.” he smiled smugly next to you.

“What are you smiling about ?” she asked .

“You know you having an orgasm is not part of the assignment right ?”he avoided looking at her as his hand toyed further up the hem of her dress.

“The assignment was to be realistic. God I thought you were good at school.” she snuck in a kiss on his neck below his ear, like she used to. His breath caught in his throat which he decided to turn into a light cough , thinking that would avoid her detection.

“This collar means I’m a sub.” she said, grinding her butt onto his lap again. He clears his throat. “Implying that you’re my dominant. If this is going to work you have to seem in control.” she whispered the last part in his ear, sending a chill down his spine. His hand flew to her throat, thumb just lightly pressing its way into her air intake , as he pulled her head towards his.

“I know what it means.”his voice was low and stern. Infact, the hardest part in prepping for this case was not telling the rest of the group just how much he actually understood the mission. It’s not uncommon for sadists to take interest in the bdsm and kink community but, he wasn’t going to allow himself to fill his coworkers in on his sexual preferences. She looked fragile like this, his hand around her neck, her legs wide for the whole room, as sexual and commanding as she was she had no issue letting him top her, and he thrived on that power. His first industry sex party was going well as far as he was concerned. She leaned in to kiss him and he let out a disinterested “No.” , looking past her. She didn’t have the time to recover her feelings before he asked “Is there a private room?”

Sure she had been forward with him, but she was shocked by this admission. Maybe he really had let that young, timid version of himself entirely float away.

“Yes. down that hall. Any door on the left.” she steadied her voice, trying not to let her excitement be too obvious. Calmly, he pulled his cuff to his mouth “Our suspect is headed to a back room with a woman in an orange dress.” Her eyes shoot to Hotch and Prentiss, who are in their very own form of a compromising position.It was understated and tasteful but, there was no denying that his hand was in her mouth,as she sucked on his fingers.JJ was right by the door immediately headed towards the room, Spencer slowly got up, and fell in line behind Hotch and Emily kept an eye on the room. In the end, it was JJ’s arrest and Derek and Rossi were outside waiting for her to hand over the perp.

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“ So what’s your kink?” She asked breaking into a broad smile as a direct result of his uncomfortability. They were supposed to be undercover as strangers,two consenting adults meeting at the party. It’d be naive to pretend as though she never had a crush on Hotch. And even worse for him to deny the attraction as well. For as much time as she had spent with him, it always manages to shock her how he never gave any information unasked. Even as she had spent so much time undercover, she never met anyone in the FBI who would do better with international intelligence than Hotch.

“I don’t have any.”he shrugs crossing his arms across his chest. He hadn’t even taken his jacket off. She snakes her hand inside his jacket pocket and pulls out a buisness card.

“ Okayyyyy Detective Hotcher” she say, turning the card in her hand as she palms her drink. It was whiskey,he had ordered it for the table , he poured it with such care that a part of you envied the whiskey. To be cared for, to have hands like that pour into you.

“Not so thorough for undercover.” you joke with him

“I’ve been very busy.” he replies with, and you can read into it that he is disappointed in himself. Such a master of perfection but, he couldn’t manage to look comfortable on the obviously expensive couch. You stood infront of him , cocking your head to the side as you undid the belt of your wrap dress. It’s silky material rolled off of your body without hesitation and landed safely on the carpet, revealing the lingerie you had so carefully picked out for this mission. You watch as his eyes move from the dress on the floor to your heels and then trace over your body. He seems incredibly still except for the ticking of his watch. You can tell it was expensive but tasteful, not too large or flashy.He allowed you to walk toward him. You straddled him lightly, lowering yourself down onto him. You felt him exhale as his hands came to your lower back, a warmth spread throughout your body as his hands lightly rubbed your back . You rocked your hips forward and his eyes flashed up to yours. He fit his hands in the crease of your hips as you roll back and forth on his lap. His breath hitches, just enough for you to hear and you smirk knowingly at him.

“ Everyone has a kink agent Hotchner.” His eyes sparkle up at you. You can feel the twinge of interest, skirting his thought.

“Stop using my real name.” he corrects her sternly, her eyes challenging him

“So what’s yours ?” He turns his chin up to you, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. Your fingers begin working at his tie, and as you roll your hips forward again you can feel his member growing under you.

“ I think that’s convincing enough.” He grunts, trying to remove himself from under you but, you cradle his hand and look into his eyes as you redirect it to your core.His hands immediately go to work as if he held no validity to his previous statement. You grind down on his fingers a little more.

“ You’re attracting a lot of attention now, I think-“ his whispered pleas were cut off as you bent close to his ear “ I thought I was the on-the-ground-professional in this case? I thought you needed my what was it ‘extensive experience’?” Hotch allowed himself to laugh at the use of a direct quote.

“So getting me hard in a room full of people proves that?”he retorts quickly.

“No”, she replies calmly continuing to ride his fingers while nonchalantly drawing circles on his chest.

“ But it does ensure that you’ll think of me the next few times when you’re alone. You will have wished you fucked me.And that’s even better.” She smiled, removing Hotch’s fingers and slowly seating herself next to him. He swung his arm over her shoulder and she brought his fingers to her mouth,placing them on her tongue.He shivered but, watched intently as she sucked on his fingers until he heard Spencer over his ear feed. The subject had headed for a private room, she was aware of the energy change and as Hotch moved towards the perp she, expertly blended into the crowd of other confused onlookers.

Within an hour of interrogation Rossi got him to reveal the location of the girls he was keeping captive. Soon after, Derek led a unit to retrieve them. It wasn’t their flashiest case but, it definitely gave everyone a warm feeling to go home with. Something the team hadn’t had in a long while. They stood in the lobby of the hotel, everyone with their own secrets,everyone trying to pretend that that wasn’t one of their more challenging missions. Everyone seemed different, quieter somehow; how’s that for a team building exercise Spencer found himself thinking.

“I’m uhhh-” he attempted to break the silence.

“Just go Spence!” the group responded in unison, almost comically.

“Wait. wait.” he stopped at Rossi's command and turned back accepting his handshake, the older agent clapped him on the back and smoothly slid a small stack of condoms into his hand.

“Go get em’ tiger.” he huffed under his breath, and Spencer couldn’t help but laugh to himself, as he turned on his heels to leave.

His heart raced as he entered the elevator, he wanted to shower, plan his outfit, his words; he wanted to tell her how much he wanted her, how much he had held back for years. His keycard slid into the door, he pushed it open and could barely make out the figure in the dark. Instinctively reaching for his gun,it wasn’t until he heard Megan call out his name that he was brought back to safety.

“Jesus, don’t kill me Spencer.”she laughed

“You could have been an intruder.”he laughed in agreement of how ridiculous it all was.

“Do most of your intruders dress like this?”She stood up so he could see, she wore a garter clearly visible below her much outgrown private school issued uniform skirt. The heels and his own opened buttoned down shirt completed the look that he was sure would drive him to his grave.

“Shit.” he exhaled, covering his face with his hand as she closed the door as well as the space between them; extending her hands to his pants. She could feel he was hard through his khakis, god only Spencer could get away with wearing khakis at an industry event.He quickly swatted her hand away, pulling her face to his. He pushes her against the wall, feeling her curves, feeling her warmth , feeling for the first time untouchable since that day in highschool.

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bigskydreaming · 3 years ago

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I know that you don't think there should be conflict between Dick and Jason because of Robin and I get that, but I was just wondering since it so often does happen that way or is referenced happening in the past what do you think the most ideal resolution for that would be?

I mean to be honest, I don't think there is any ideal resolution if its JUST between Dick and Jason, is the thing? Like its not even that I dislike the trope because its not canon based, its that it COULD be an okay conflict if it kept the right things centered instead of just casually bringing them up but without ever putting focus on them.

What I mean by that is like....the reason this trope is usually such a problem IMO beyond just being unnecessary, is that.....people always try and just address it as this issue that exists between Dick and JASON.....

Even while acknowledging - but just in passing - that the REAL issue is and always was between Dick and BRUCE.

So like, you can't EVER adequately resolve a conflict IMO, if you're not actually resolving it between the right parties. Its not something that can be 'fixed' just by Dick and Jason because it isn't something that was CAUSED by Dick and Jason. It wasn't even caused by Dick! The conflict in as much as it does exist, stems entirely from possible reactions Dick did or could have had to BRUCE's ACTIONS.

And people keep trying to erase Bruce from that equation on the back end, even while paying lip service to the acknowledgment that he's part of the equation on the front end, and that just doesn't work and it never can, IMO. You're retroactively making it a problem between the wrong people entirely, and it shouldn't be surprising then that resolutions that only involve those specific people don't ever fully adequately resolve the problem caused by another person entirely.

Like, the 'resolution' is almost ALWAYS just Dick saying he realizes he was an ass to Jason and it wasn't Jason's fault, and then makes it all about making it up to Jason. And there's soooooooo many ways to address this issue, that for that to be the one and ONLY resolution we pretty much ever see - and with it not even involving Bruce at all - that's a problem.

There are SO many ways to still have this as a kind of conflict to some degree or another and resolve it WITHOUT just throwing Dick under the bus and acting in PRACTICE like he's the one doing something wrong even while saying something else about Bruce.

But pretty much all of them involve BRUCE doing SOMETHING....because ultimately....it all goes back to Bruce and not Dick.

So if Dick is behaving like an ass to Jason in a story? Dick 'realizing this' and apologizing still isn't that strong a resolution, because either Dick explains his side of things and why he reacted that way, in which case there's a high likelihood that its going to still read to a lot of readers like him weakly making excuses for himself but not actually justifying anything he said or did to Jason in the story....or the other possibility is that Dick takes full responsibility so as to NOT come across as just trying to make excuses for himself, and dives into the reparations and accountability whole-heartedly, in which case Dick never actually gets his side of the story delved into and his emotions and reactions upheld as valid or even just understandable or sympathetic to any meaningful degree.

But the problem I have even here is then.....well, why is it treated like Dick is the only possible person who can even speak up on Dick's behalf? Why does he always have to self-advocate? Even if Bruce is still being obtuse about what he did wrong - Alfred was there, he knows what happened and is more than capable of grasping the real root of Dick being upset, you can have Barbara explain to Jason why this hit Dick so badly and how it really had nothing to do with Jason, one of the other Titans can step in on Dick's behalf, Clark or Diana can say something....

There's a dozen other characters who can advocate FOR Dick and speak up for him TO Jason, explain the FULL situation and try and put Dick in a better light so as not to sour Jason on his new brother and try and preserve whatever potential relationship they build in the future once Dick's better able to move past his hurt or make his peace with it, via Jason having just....more information and being in a position to be more sympathetic about it rather than just hurt and reactive on his OWN behalf - which is literally all Dick is doing in the first place, so Jason's more than capable of understanding that mindset!

Like, Jason's a very empathetic character, and he more than ANYONE else in the Batfam is capable of grasping the nuances of having barely anything left to remember your family by, anything good to hold on to, and to see THAT just given away to a total stranger by someone who has no right to give it away in the first place? Jason is the MOST likely person to be outraged on Dick's behalf if he hears the whole story from someone unlikely to downplay it the way Dick usually does in order to not make Jason feel worse about it. He'd be like...what the fuck, who the fuck thinks that's okay?

It is so, SO easy to preserve Dick and Jason's potential brotherly relationship by just....letting someone else speak for Dick and cast him in a positive light specifically because Dick DOES believe in accepting full accountability when he thinks he's done anything wrong to any degree. He's not someone who tries to spin his own mistakes, he takes more blame than he usually deserves.....so its kinda what I was saying earlier about how people tend to take advantage of him being an unreliable narrator. Why is his side of things so often limited to just HIM defending himself to others when its well established that a core part of his character is he doesn't really believe in going all in on defending himself in the first place? That he's more than willing to take the fall? (With this of course having a ton to do with his self-esteem issues and his uncertainty or lack of trust in the security of his place in his home or family, but I digress).

But you see what I mean? We KNOW Dick's not the best advocate for himself because of his well advertised guilt complex....so why is he so often left to be the only one to advocate for himself even in situations where there are many, MANY other onlookers with as full a grasp of the problem as he has himself, and no reason to pin the blame on Dick or cast him in a negative light?

And for me, it always comes back to fandom's tendency to try and divert attention away from Bruce's own accountability in this matter - because refusing to have anyone else speak up for Dick comes from the same place IMO as not having Bruce step up to volunteer his own accountability in the matter. People don't WANT Jason being mad at Bruce for this or resenting Bruce for getting his relationship with his new brother off to such a poor start by literally giving away the only thing Dick had left of HIS family, the one thing in the world he still had that didn't come from Bruce originally, the way Dick didn't himself.

So like....the answer to your question is I don't think there can ever be a true resolution between JUST Dick and Jason alone, because the second you make any kind of real conflict between them on this matter even if just initially, Jason IS valid in being hurt by ANY degree of distance or being treated coolly by Dick, because Jason did absolutely nothing wrong....so its not on Jason to resolve this......but by the same token, there is this tendency for Dick to default to being an unreliable narrator here and UNDERSELL how much he was actually HURT by this rather than just acting like an ass because of this specifically - which means the FOCUS is still always going to be on WHAT Dick did rather than WHY.....and thus ensures that there's never going to be a true focus on WHY Dick felt hurt and HOW Dick felt hurt.....and thus there's never going to ever be any real resolution to THAT specifically, either.

And THAT'S the ultimate problem. That addressing this conflict between Dick and Jason - its not enough to just have Dick 'get' that he's hurting Jason who doesn't deserve it, and apologize for that and do better, and thus things are resolved and made better for JASON.....but ONLY Jason. Dick still, in this scenario, has to essentially just get over it.

And if your conflict on any level acknowledges to any degree that Dick's attitude or whatever is still ultimately just coming from a place of hurt....

Dick 'getting over it' isn't good enough. That's not actually a resolution. That's writing Dick as settling for an acceptance that HE'S never going to get a resolution so the best he can hope for is to get over it himself in order to make things better for him and Jason instead of just spreading the hurt all around. And that sucks, pretty much.

So I'd say in any case, you're still better served in this conflict by having literally anyone OTHER than Dick broach the subject with Jason first and at least pave the way for Jason to be sympathetic and understanding, so that Dick's not just 'immature' or 'spoiled' or 'acting like an asshole' as the prime takeaway - no, he's a nineteen year old who's been on the outs with Bruce for well over a year by this point and he's hurt by Bruce's seeming thoughtlessness over how he'd be affected by not just giving away Robin, but adopting someone else without even notifying Dick himself of a new addition to their family, or even attempting to first clarify with Dick what the status of Dick in relation to this family actually even is.

But ultimately, I'm always going to fall back on saying that if you're going to make this a conflict between the brothers initially, to ANY degree....the only TRUE resolution requires BRUCE being the one to take the initiative and resolve things for ALL of them, by being frank and just saying hey, he fucked up here, and explaining to Jason why Dick was hurt by what he did and how it had nothing to do with Jason, which in the process of that demonstrates for Dick that Bruce actually GETS how what he did was wrong and how it hurt Dick and why Dick feels the way he does about it....thus allowing everyone to get on the same page via the resolving actions of the one party who ACTUALLY had the most to do with setting this particular conflict in motion in the first place.

Anything less will always read like a half measure IMO because like....the conflict began with Bruce and what he did.

It should end with Bruce and what he does too.

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gallickingun · 4 years ago

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ding, dong, the witch is dead!

honestly, who didn’t see this coming? lol. but, anyway. i guess this is goodbye! i’ll ramble more below the cut, but just know that over the next couple of days, i’ll be exporting my blog so i can keep what i want, and then this will be the only post left here.

thank you to everyone who i’ve had the privilege of meeting, and those of you who have been so kind as to leave lovely notes on my works, and interact with me over our silly anime crushes. i really appreciate all the kindness i’ve been shown in the anime fandom. some of my best friends i’ve met through this stupid app, but overall, it’s just not a healthy space for me. i’m not blaming anyone else for what this has become, at the end of the day, i created a hell for myself. i’m just tired of trying to rebuild, rebrand, whatever. i’m just tired.

that being said, obviously not everything can always be so lovely. i don’t care about the discourse or the drama or the whatever, but i’m just hoping this post will bring me some closure, and maybe some for those i’ve hurt, whether accidentally or intentionally. if you click read more and you’re upset with what you see, well, idk what to tell you, friend.

i hate that tumblr can be so insignificant, and yet so all encompassing all at once. yes, it’s “just tumblr” and “it’s not that deep” because at the end of the day, it’s just an app. but, unfortunately, behind this app and these blogs are human beings. which means you create real bonds and real friendships, and real feelings get hurt.

i came back to tumblr during a really sad, dark time in my life. and that was honestly my first mistake. i latched on to whoever would pay attention to me, craving some sort of friendship that i never needed before because i always had someone in real life. but i had just moved away from my family, and was starting the process of what would end up being a notsogreat divorce. i felt alone, and was struggling a lot with my self worth, so instead of choosing to be kind, i chose to lash out. regardless of whether or not that was in private dm’s of those whom, at the time, i’d considered friends, it was still inconsiderate and childish of me. i thought i had to be some hateful version of myself in order to prove to other people that i wasn’t as sad about myself as i truly was. the words i said in private were rude, nasty, and just... not who i want to be? and, without going into immense detail, some of those things i wanted to move on from and no longer felt, were then used as weapons and spread around to others who i never intended to see what i’d said.

please, please, PLEASE — be careful what you say. you really never know who is watching, who is going to manipulate you, etc. what you say holds weight, and even if you don’t intend for it to hurt anyone, even if it’s just venting.. i dunno. just, be careful, okay? check yourself from time to time, friend. make sure that you’re not allowing the overall negativity of the world, of your own mind, of others, to affect you to the point that you don’t recognize yourself.

if you don’t know about my lovely little exposed blog, well, you’d probably be the last to know. at least, it feels that way. although in the beginning maybe it was justified? in some right? i’m not sure anymore, really, but regardless—it turned into some sort of stalking experience. at one point in time, i received 35+ messages telling me how horrible i was, telling me to off myself, telling me that my ex did the right thing by leaving me “on the curb”, etc. my full legal name was being released, with the intent to doxx me i’m assuming? i was being told i was “being watched”, which i fully believe was happening, with the consistency of the updates. people who claim to hate me, still followed me with the intent of watching my every move to “see if i’d changed”. i only have received updates through friends, because to be perfectly honest with you, seeing your worst mistakes splayed on the internet and turning you into some shounen villain is NOT the best thing for your mental health. that, and some of the “truths” were half-honesties twisted because i’d be a hypocrite to post private dm’s debunking these things when i was upset with the very same people for posting such things. i’ve addressed some things, such as the racism, so i won’t go into that again, but some of these other instances are stretches, to say the least.

the irony of the whole thing is not lost on me. the very same people who say i only do things for notes/recognition, are doing those very things. those who say i only care about tumblr, are proving that by running a blog dedicated to exposing some twenty three year old idiot on the internet. those who say i use my friends are the same ones who literally lied to my face so they could collect receipts behind my back and then leave me when it got convenient. those who say i talk to “insignificant” blogs to appear invested are the ones calling those blogs insignificant, i never once believed anyone i’ve interacted with was insignificant, contrary to popular belief. everything they focus on ends up being nothing but hypocrisy in the end.

that being said, obviously i truly hurt whoever all is behind this blog. intentionally, or otherwise. and i know that sometimes what you do/say isn’t meant to hurt anyone, however, you don’t get to control how what you’ve done effects others. all you can do is apologize. but, i know a few of them, because based on the “receipts” they’ve pulled together, the stories are too specific to be anything but those people i’m thinking of. i don’t enjoy blanket apologies, but i’m leaving this hellsite, so it’s all i’ve got left.

i’m sorry for giving you the fuel to your fire for this petty agenda, i’m sorry for creating the monster of myself that allowed you to string along this storyline for what seems to be the better part of a year. i’m sorry that i gave you material to fixate upon, rather than providing you with friendship and something better to focus on. i truly hope you can move on now that i’m gone from tumblr, and honestly i don’t plan on coming back, lol. i genuinely, truly, deeply feel sorry for you, and pray that you can turn this obsessive focus from me to something more productive, something healthier.

the angry part of me wants everyone to realize that the start of this, the matchups/refunds situation, was born from this stalkerish behavior. it has taken me months to put the pieces together, because i truly didn’t think someone who i’d called my friend once would ever string together such a lie, or rather an exaggerated, adulterated truth, but i guess it’s what happened, in the end.

there are a lot of, uh, conveniently timed “releases” of receipts even though they were months after the initial occurrence of the offense. i can’t go into each one, because, frankly, there are too many. i just hope that in the wake of all of these horrible exposes of things i’ve done, others are able to reflect on their actions. telling me one thing while currently speaking to another individual and telling them another, blatantly LYING, etc. are all things that i’ve been accused of, and yet they’ve also been done to me. doesn’t justify what i’ve done, nor am i seeking some sort of absolution, however i just hope that these individuals can see their hypocrisy and move forward.

which leads me to my final point — regardless of how shitty someone is, disallowing them the room to grow, stunting their moral/mental growth, is truly the issue. i am not going to sit here and play holier than thou. i know i fucked up. i was a nasty bitch because i was angry at the world, and then that anger was fueled further by consistent situations where i made the wrong friends at the wrong times in my life. but the fact that this exposed nonsense has been dragging on since... july? august? i’m not really sure, but whatever. since it’s been going on, i have been battling with myself and my ability to do the things i love, talk to those i care about, etc. all because i’m afraid of saying the wrong thing, hurting the wrong person, etc. and in trying to avoid it, i’ve been doing the very same thing i hoped to keep from doing.

i never felt like i could apologize to those i wanted to apologize to because it might be received as disingenuous due to the nature of the exposed blog’s very existence “forcing” me to apologize. don’t get me wrong, some of those who the blog tried to coerce me into apologizing to can suck a dick, because there are people that i truly do not feel deserve my apologies, and therefore, will never get them. but, i do feel bad for those i didn’t get the chance to apologize to that i really wanted to. the last thing i’d want is for my apology to be turned into something it’s not, but hopefully everyone who has been affected by my actions can move on with my absence.

and to those of you who feel the need to make public denounces of my name, i hope it provides you the closure you’ve been seeking. truly, i do. but know that i never did anything i’ve ever done with the intent to get ahead or buy someone’s friendship or take advantage of anyone else. if i truly only cared about the things people say i cared about, i would have never made this blog in the first place. i would have leeched off the popularity of my main blog if popularity was all i cared about. i was searching for a home, which, in the end, i burned down myself. me, joking around about follower count and notes, was literally nothing but sarcastic banter that’s been taken out of context. but, i digress.

i am very thankful for those who i can still call my friends, who are willing and ready to have honest discussions with me about the things i’ve said/done and analyze them and help me move forward. therapy, medication, life choices, etc. all have been rolled into me deciding that i’m done letting a silly little app stunt my growth. if the internet was unplugged tomorrow, i know who i’d have and what would matter. i have REAL LIFE to focus on. i am in love and i have beautiful friendships that i want to foster with honesty and kindness. i can only hope that you all have the opportunity to have those very same things.

will i stop writing? nah, dude. no way. i’m just getting started. in my absence, in choosing to stay away from a place that makes me sick to my stomach with anxiety, i’ve delved into my original characters and i’ve written thousands of words that i haven’t felt the pressure to post about. i’ve learned that just because i’m doing something i love, i don’t have to do it for anyone else.

the internet is a funky place, folks. just be careful who your friends are, okay?

anyway. peace out, girl scouts. i wish you all the best 💖

#morgan.txt #tw mental health #tw suicide mention #tw discourse #tw drama #THAT’S ALL FOLKS! signing off xx

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forasecondtherewedwon · 4 years ago

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The Great Madripoorian Snake Off

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Pairing: Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes Rating: M Word Count: 3950

Summary: All Sam argued was that Bucky shouldn't have to pretend to be the Winter Soldier. He never suggested Bucky pose as his husband instead.

The Baron—with his garage of vintage cars and his popped-collar bullshit—starts getting a little too comfortable. Somewhere between his prison cell and his private plane, he begins to act as though he’s the one running the show, so when he states, despicably blasé, that Bucky will need to go undercover as the Winter Soldier, Sam tells Zemo no. Not as forcefully as he forbade him from speaking earlier, but firmly enough that Sam thinks it’s clear that he won’t be changing his mind.

“But it’s the only way,” Zemo says, spreading his hands. “As the Winter Soldier, he is a very believable bodyguard.”

“Maybe he doesn’t need to act like a bodyguard,” Sam argues.

“A show of strength is—”

“Is that really what we need? I thought we were trying to fly under the radar. If we’re advertising Bucky’s capabilities like that, doesn’t that make us a target?”

“Yes,” Bucky mumbles, mostly staying out of it.

Sam’s irritated that Bucky’s not standing up for himself, not pushing back against Zemo’s half-baked plan. Having Zemo here is a lot to deal with, Sam gets that, but if they don’t fight him on this shit now, he has a bad feeling they’re going to regret it when they end up in a firefight. Whatever. He’ll speak up on Bucky’s behalf to save them both grief in the near future. He hopes Bucky would do the same for him.

“Whether or not you acknowledge what he is…” Zemo begins again.

“Who,” Sam says, gaze flicking to Bucky’s face, which is tilting down as he avoids eye contact. “Who he is.”

“…you have the risk of aggression.”

“Buck?” Sam checks. He stares until Bucky’s eyes dart up to meet his. “You gonna keep your cool in there?”

“Best behaviour,” he promises. His blue eyes are suspiciously steady, like always.

“That means,” Zemo translates with a finger raised to complement his interjection, “he’ll react whenever and however he feels he needs to. There is no guarantee it will align with your own conduct.”

“Yeah, man, I know,” Sam snaps.

Like he needs Zemo to explain Bucky to him; Sam knows Bucky. He knows he’s stubborn at best and a reckless hot-head at worst, but he also knows Bucky’s working on that. There’s no need to state how little Zemo expects from Bucky right in front of him. If anybody’s gonna complain about Bucky’s aggravating habit of doing the opposite of whatever Sam wants him to, it’ll be Sam.

He’s still glaring at the Baron when Bucky shifts in his seat, hands clenching in his lap. Sam’s eyes go to the fists, then up to Bucky’s face.

“You see that?” Zemo asks, sounding deeply amused as he nods towards Bucky. “He’s going to insist on playing a bodyguard.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ignore him,” Bucky says, quick and low like a kick to the ankle.

“He’s ready to jump to your defense,” Zemo says. He’s grinning, propping his elbows on his armrests and lacing his fingers—looking like the villain he’s already been sentenced for being. “He shows a strong instinct to protect you.”

“Put Bucky with me then,” Sam says reflexively. He glances at Bucky. “If that works for you.” His gaze slides back to Zemo after Bucky’s subtle nod. “If you don’t dress him up like he’s the Winter Soldier and make him act like he’s the Winter Soldier and have him take goddamn orders from you like he’s the Winter Soldier, who’s gonna know? We’re counting on people not being too perceptive, right? That’s why I’m using this Smiling Tiger dude’s identity instead of a made-up one.”

“That’s true,” Bucky says. His tone is gruff as he backs Sam up. “You can’t have it both ways, Zemo. Either we’re both pretending to be real people or neither of us is.”

“I don’t understand,” the Baron says affably, looking between them with a smile. This plane’s gotta hurry up and land before Sam gives in to the urge to stick Zemo’s head in the toilet and flush. “Smiling Tiger and the Winter Soldier are both real people.”

“No. They’re not.”

The silence strains with the pressure behind Bucky’s words. It feels to Sam as though Bucky’s just thrown up a forcefield between himself and Zemo, forbidding him access to the Winter Soldier. Sam can see the disappointment on Zemo’s face, but that asshole will have to wait to express it because the plane’s easing into its descent, circling over Madripoor before setting down on a private airstrip outside the city.

From the hangar, Zemo conducts a short, hushed phone call while Sam watches him with crossed arms. Doesn’t seem to be anything sinister for the moment, because the only result of the call that he witnesses is the arrival of a narrow selection of men’s clothing—including a pair of garish suits. The man who brings the garments laughs with Zemo while Sam and Bucky change in the bathroom off the hangar’s office.

When they see each other, Sam appraises Bucky. His outfit is dark and nondescript. Pricey in its details, but forgettable to anyone who doesn’t have good reason to look closely. (Sam tears his eyes away.) In contrast, Sam’s been urged to choose between the brightly-patterned suits. Layers of fabric and layers of necklaces to top it off. Not exactly Sam’s choice if he were to dress himself in anything on Zemo’s dime, but the Baron insists, flashing him a photo of Smiling Tiger to strengthen his case for bold fashion choices.

“I thought we were making characters up,” Sam says when he looks away from the screen, fiddling with his jewellery.

“This will be easier,” Zemo swears.

He dismisses his contact and the three of them—Zemo, Sam, and Bucky—walk out of the hangar, heading for a bridge with swooping arches and the lights of Madripoor beyond. Apparently, a car will catch up with them. They have until that time to work out their cover without anybody listening in.

“So I’m supposed to be Sam’s bodyguard?” Bucky checks. “Is that what’s happening?”

“You can’t be Smiling Tiger’s bodyguard,” Zemo answers, dismissing it with a wave of his hand.

“Why not?” Sam demands.

“Smiling Tiger is never seen with a bodyguard. Everyone knows he has them, but they remain at a distance.”

“Why’s that?”

“Arrogance, most likely,” Zemo says with a smile that Sam would definitely call arrogant. “Smiling Tiger affects an untouchable persona. The presumption of invincibility may not allow him to enjoy a terribly long life, but what committed criminal does?”

“You’re doing alright so far,” Bucky remarks flatly.

Sam sighs and gets them back on track. He’s already fed up with Zemo and these heeled shoes suck, so he’s losing what patience he had.

“What’s Bucky’s role then?” he asks. “We’re sticking together. If you get us some clandestine meeting with somebody who can tell us about the super-soldier serum, we’ll have to be able to explain who Bucky is.”

“Whoever he is, he’s in your orbit, not mine,” Zemo says. “That’s what you decided on, even though my plan would have worked flawlessly—”

“I don’t have any sympathy for you not getting to play puppet master with the Winter Soldier. It’s not necessary, just you looking for any chance to fuck with Bucky’s head. How about you get over it and show a little of the craftiness that helped you break out of prison?”

“Thanks to me,” Bucky notes.

“You want a new plan?” Zemo asks. “Ok. You’re together.”

“No shit we’re together. Like Sam said.”

“No, no,” Zemo says, smiling like he’s about to be a real dick. “You can be Smiling Tiger’s boyfriend. No—husband. That could be useful.”

Bucky stops in his tracks and Sam grips Zemo’s arm to force him to halt as well.

“But...” Bucky says.

“Yeah,” Sam agrees, though Bucky doesn’t get any further in words. His eyes are considerably more expressive, but Sam can’t read them, the emotions flying past too quicky, a kite flipping around in a strong wind.

“It allows James to be near you,” Zemo tells him, “and would explain any protective gestures. It’s the simplest solution. Tell me I’m wrong. I know you enjoy doing that.”

“You’re wrong.”

But Sam isn’t so sure about that. They all begin walking again and, by unspoken understanding, allow Zemo to drift slightly ahead. Bucky moves silently to Sam’s side.

“You think this is a good idea?”

“For the record, I don’t like it,” Sam says.

“Neither do I. We’re almost outta time though.”

Sam looks sideways and narrows his eyes at Bucky’s determined expression.

“You’re not fighting this very hard. Is it because you and Zemo have been in cahoots since the prison?”

“We’re not in cahoots.”

“Then why are you so fine with this?”

“It’s better than being the Winter Soldier,” Bucky says.

“The nickname’s a downgrade though,” Sam quips back. Could be a bad time for a joke, but if they’re doing this he can’t have Bucky going into it with that bleak attitude. They need to be more at ease with each other.

The thought alone makes him want to shove Bucky from this bridge and lean over the side to watch the splash.

“Mr. and Mr. Smiling Tiger,” Bucky says miserably. “Fuck.”

“For all I know, Zemo’s making this guy up,” Sam hisses, glancing at the Baron’s back, “so I have to use a stupid name and wear a stupid suit.”

“Seems a little petty for Zemo.”

“He’s gonna try to break us with the small stuff, just you watch.”

“You’re being paranoid,” Bucky tells him.

“That’s exactly what somebody who’s in cahoots with Zemo would say,” Sam accuses. “He’s been working on you since you left me out in the hallway and went in to meet him in his cell alone.” He tugs on the hem of his fitted jacket. “Gotta be vigilant.”

“Whatever you say, Smiling Tiger.”

“You know, I don’t want to hold hands with you, but I’ll do it just to irritate you more than you’re irritating me.”

Bucky glares at him.

The hand-holding is supposed to begin and end as a bluff, but when they get in the back of the car together and Zemo twists around in the passenger seat to give them a significant look, Sam figures he’s trying to get some show of affection out of them. Zemo’s obviously paid the driver—and the hired guns flanking the car on their motorcycles—but this is Madripoor, where competing interests pay competing sums for tip-offs; Sam can admit to himself that, not too far from here, multiple somebodies probably already know Baron Zemo and Co. are in the city. Any one of Zemo’s hires could be reporting on them. He swallows and inches his hand across the middle seat towards Bucky’s.

Zemo gives him an approving nod and a dorky ok sign that makes Sam roll his eyes. When he’s facing forward again, Sam bumps his hand into Bucky’s. With a jerk, Bucky goes from staring out his window to down at their hands.

“Just do it, man,” Sam says under his breath, glancing at the side of the driver’s face.

“Nothing I want more,” Bucky says with zero enthusiasm. He flips his hand over for Sam to grasp and adds, “Babe.”

Just for that, Sam intertwines their fingers to make the hold as intimate as possible. He sees Bucky’s jaw tighten, but before he can probe his staring eyes for meaning, Bucky’s looking out the window again.

Not letting go immediately goes from part of the act to a competition between them. Sam catches the driver peering at the two of them in the rear-view mirror and yanks their joined hands over so the back of Bucky’s rests on his thigh. In obvious retaliation, Bucky clamps Sam’s hand securely when the car rolls to a stop in Low Town, forcing Sam to scoot across the back seat and climb out Bucky’s door.

“You could look a little happier about this,” Zemo suggests, motioning to their rigid arms while they maintain a squeezing hand-hold, as if the Baron’s about to attempt to red-rover his way between them.

“That better not be you telling me to smile,” Sam warns.

“I thought Sam’s nickname was supposed to be ironic,” Bucky says.

“What do I know,” Zemo says. He raises his hands in a gesture of harmlessness—that Sam absolutely does not buy—and leads them up the street.

“He’s not wrong,” Bucky turns his head to mutter as Sam’s gaze roves over a series of seedy deals conducted right out in the open. “You could loosen up a little. You look mad. It’s suspicious.”

“Oh, I could loosen up?” Sam shoots back. “Try wiping that death-stare off your face for five minutes.”

“Hey, I’m allowed to look like this. I’m acting protective, remember?”

“Well, maybe I look mad because your hand’s all sweaty.”

“It’s your hand that’s sweaty!”

“Uh, no.”

“You want me to switch hands?” Bucky asks, eyes boring into Sam’s and startling him because, beneath the exasperation, there’s unmistakable fear. Could be the situation, or the fact that they’re kinda putting their lives in Zemo’s hands here, or that he expects Sam to recoil at even the suggestion of clasping his Vibranium hand like a lover would.

“Yeah,” he says. “Gimme the other one.”

They stare each other down until Bucky shrugs it off, refusing to switch. Sam hopes he knows that he would’ve, that it doesn’t need to be a big deal, and that it’s probably just all Zemo’s talk of manipulating Bucky into playing the part of the Winter Soldier that has him extra wary of his own prosthetic. His Vibranium hand is currently covered by a leather glove and Sam’s glad the Baron can’t see the sleek metal when he looks back at them with greedy eyes full of an agenda Sam’s certain they only know a piece of.

“Almost there,” Zemo tells them.

“I’m gonna try not to attract attention,” Bucky says quietly, making Sam stop with him before they can enter the bar. “I might not talk much.”

“That’s fine,” Sam assures him. “We’ll let Zemo take the lead. You just stay close, alright?”

Bucky nods and they duck inside, following the back of Zemo’s high collar as they weave through a crowd of disreputable characters. It’s packed in here. Sam tries to keep his chest out, his head up, his body moving like this suit is type of thing he wears all the time. Bucky releases his hand to walk behind him, leaving Sam’s palm clammy and cold.

When Sam stops abruptly to let Zemo reach the bartender first, Bucky walks into him. Honestly, his solid presence is a relief and Sam shuts his eyes to reset for a second before turning his head partway.

“That a knife in your front pocket? I thought we were being inconspicuous.”

“It is inconspicuous,” Bucky replies, brushing past him to stand at his side instead of right against his back. “Nobody’s gonna know it’s there unless I have to pull it out.”

“I know it’s there.”

“I wasn’t counting on you pressing your ass against it.”

Sam opens his mouth, but all he can do is make a disgruntled noise before Zemo’s turning away from the bartender with a smile to wave Sam and Bucky forward.

“Ah,” says the Baron. “Will you join me, Smiling Tiger?”

Repeatedly telling himself to keep his shit together, Sam comes up to the bar, leaning an arm on the surface. He isn’t expecting pushback from the bartender, but maybe Zemo doesn’t have quite as much clout in Madripoor as he imagines; the bartender holds Sam’s eyes for a moment before glancing pointedly to Bucky. Sam can feel Bucky hovering at his back.

“My husband,” Sam states. Probably best to keep his answers short. He might look like the real Smiling Tiger, but he has no idea whether or not he sounds anything like him.

The bartender just stares back, then drops his gaze to Sam’s hand, splayed on the bar top. Shit. He knows what the man’s thinking: no ring. Although Sam’s totally good with leaping out of the back of airplanes, being required to improvise with words has him panicking. If he and Bucky had thought to come up with an excuse for why a guy like Smiling Tiger—who’s evidently comfortable being decked out in jewellery—wouldn’t wear a wedding ring, he could deliver it now, but without rehearsing? He’s not a smooth or practiced liar.

Defensively, he draws away from the bar and feels his shoulder hit someone. Bucky. Sam looks from where his shoulder is pressing into Bucky’s chest, then up to his eyes. Wordlessly, he asks for assistance. Bucky leans forward to make his voice heard over the noise of the room and Sam exhales slowly in swift relief. But that’s until Bucky says to the bartender, “Just between you and me, Smiling Tiger says he won’t wear a ring until I find him something that looks better wrapped around him than my mouth.”

The bartender doesn’t react. Sam’s trying not to either, but the expression Bucky petrified onto his face when he spoke can’t look natural. He glances at Zemo, who appears to be unequivocally enjoying their sloppy storytelling. Lifting a glass, the Baron toasts Sam and Bucky.

“Newlyweds,” he says.

With titanic effort, Sam manages a tight approximation of a smile, then angles his face away to speak to Bucky.

“Why the hell would you say that?” he groans.

Bucky gives him a brief glance before returning his gaze to the inscrutable bartender. He fucking beams at him, at the same time replying to Sam from between his clamped teeth.

“Because we’re deeply in love.”

“According to you, the only thing I’ve been deeply in recently is—”

“The usual, Smiling Tiger?” the bartender asks, cutting off Sam’s mumbled conversation.

He nods and the man puts his back to them as he prepares whatever Smiling Tiger’s signature drink is.

“I believe it,” Zemo offers, murmuring into his drink as he tips it back.

“We didn’t ask,” Bucky tells him.

Sam can still feel Bucky standing there, making casual contact that alters slightly as he speaks. What is he doing? Shifting to put himself between Sam and Zemo? The Baron might’ve been right about his protective instinct, though Sam’s sure as hell never noticed this before. No, Zemo’s gotta be wrong. These are extreme circumstances—stressful circumstances—and he and Bucky are just putting their backs together (figuratively), ready to defend against an attack from anyone but each other. That doesn’t mean anything except that they’ve been in combat together and developed a certain amount of dependability and, alright, trust.

“The chemistry is there,” Zemo continues casually, dissecting after being blatantly told not to. “The history, the tension. It’s absolutely electric.”

Zemo is spared the merciless comeback forming in Sam’s mouth when the bartender slaps an entire dead snake down in front of them and starts to gut it. Even Bucky flinches against him. Sam can’t remember the last thing he ate, but he has a bad feeling he’s going to be reminded any second when he ralphs it up between his fancy shoes.

“Hey,” Bucky says, grabbing his arm and turning him away from the bar.

Sam wants to knock his hand away because he can’t break character now. This could be some kind of test, ordered by the person Zemo brought them here to make contact with and carried out by the bartender. Sam needs to be unfazed by this and he’s taking shallow breaths through his mouth (because what he doesn’t need to do is find out what that snake’s corpse smells like), striving to regain his composure.

And Bucky… well, Bucky just has to fuck that up for him.

Vibranium fingers take gentle grip of Sam’s jaw as Bucky tilts his head and plants a firm kiss on his lips. Sam hates that this is easier to improvise than a spoken lie. And he’d be lying to himself if he couldn’t admit that he’s thought about this. A dozen times, just today. He grabs Bucky by the hips, hauling him against him. In his head, thoughts and stimuli are unfolding and collapsing like his wings—the thick slicing sound of the bartender’s knife, Who the hell does Bucky think he is, kissing me out of nowhere?, the puff of air leaving Bucky’s nose and hitting Sam’s cheek, All of this is Zemo’s fault, the soft feel of Bucky’s bottom lip between his teeth, Fuck that, Zemo’s not getting credit for this, the ridge of the knife in Bucky’s front pocket as it pushes against Sam’s thigh. That is still the knife, isn’t it?

When Bucky breaks it off, he looks a little dazed. Sam wants to laugh and tell him, Hey, that was your idea, but there seems to be a lag in his ability to banter. At the sound of a glass being set on the bar behind him, he recalls what was going on right before Bucky initiated that kiss and from what, therefore, Bucky was trying to spare him.

“Thanks,” Sam mouths.

Holding his gaze, Bucky nods.

Sam rotates to find a shot glass with something distressing floating inside. His stomach lurches like a student driver’s ride as he stares at the slimy lump in the glass. Bucky moves around him to prop an elbow on the bar, excitement in his eyes, clearly ready to watch Sam swallow whichever organ the bartender just harvested for his consumption. What a dick. So much for Bucky protecting him.

It makes Sam shudder just to close his fingers around the glass, but when he catches Bucky looking like he’s suppressing a laugh, he suddenly knows exactly what’ll make him feel better.

“I hate for you to waste a good snake,” Sam tells the bartender. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Bucky’s face fall. “You’ve got plenty of choice pieces left. Pour another one of these for my husband.”

With the final word of his order, he takes his hand from the bar to smack Bucky’s ass.

“I was just starting to think about forgiving you for breaking Zemo outta prison and you had to look at me like you can’t wait for me to down this snake drink,” Sam says, focusing on Bucky while the bartender takes his knife to the snake a second time.

“So this is the punishment?” Bucky asks.

“I believe it’s more of a trust exercise,” Zemo offers. Oh, that’s right, he’s still here. Between the nastiest drink-making process he’s ever witnessed and making out with Bucky, Sam actually stopped being aware of Zemo. “Really, it’s symbolic, James. Sam would like for the two of you to go through this together, to strengthen your bond with a shared experience. The gesture is quite moving.”

“Can we get one for the Baron too?” Bucky requests as the bartender sets his drink in front of him. “Wouldn’t want him to feel left out.”

Zemo attempts to wave it off, but Sam piles on with an “I insist,” and apparently an insistence from Smiling Tiger is worth more than the manners of a backpedalling Helmut Zemo in this city. Or the bartender doesn’t like the Baron either.

“We’re gonna talk about that kiss later,” Sam informs Bucky, ignoring Zemo’s expression of pure dread.

“Why don’t we talk about it now and skip the—”

“Because I said so.” Sam raises his shot glass in Bucky’s direction. “Cheers.”

Watching Bucky reluctantly lift his own drink from the bar, Smiling Tiger finally smiles.

#my writing #tfatws #tfatws spoilers #The Falcon and the Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #Bucky Barnes #Helmut Zemo #Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes #sambucky

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astrablossom · 5 years ago

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Genderbend Obey Me Headcanons/Ideas Including Undateables NSFW

Um obey me fandom where is the genderbend content or futa stuff? Where is it? I guess sometimes you just have to do things on your own.

The art is beautiful but it's so limited 😭 lemme add on to the pile. It's just a scramble of ideas I thought of in a flurry. Feel free to request anything from here.

Sizes

Big tiddie gang would involve Lucifer, Beel, and Diavolo. Satan and Asmodeus are honorary members.

Then we have Mammon who is medium, Belphegor who is slightly on the smaller side (although I'm debating giving her cow tits as a joke), and then Leviathan who has a small chest. But there is nothing wrong with that! Appreciate all sizes.

Solomon I can see as medium and the same for Simeon but slightly edging the C cup border. As for Barbatos I'm stuck between honorary big tiddie or medium.

In The Sheets

Fem Lucifer eating out Fem MC sounds about right. No matter what gender Lucifer will have some authority in the sheets. However I can see Lucifer pegging a Male MC or Belphegor rimming Male MC while milking his cock.

Mammon probably got prettier to be honest. Isn't afraid to eat pussy like there is no tomorrow and knows a thing or two because she has debts to pay. I usually don't like making the character's hair longer in genderbend but Mammon with a ponytail looks good. But then again so does short hair.

Mammon in a playboy bunny costume hits different. Would absolutely get flustered if you're near her. The zipper is directly above her crotch so maybe you can have some fun time later. Just imagine her getting flustered above you as you lick her swollen clit.

Should I maybe write a Stripper AU with Mammon? You as an normal customer and eventually you two go in the back room.

Big tiddie Diavolo remains the same except now with a pussy. I'm cackling as I type this. Can you imagine Fem Diavolo just eating out Fem Lucifer like the finest cuisine in the Devildom? Yes I can.

Diavolo can pick you up like a ragdoll. Will coo about how cute you are in her lap or how great you are when you try to eat her out. The future queen is amazing in the sheets. And so are her thighs.

Beel is still muscular and can bench press you. You can sit on her back while she does workouts. How does it feel having a beautiful girlfriend? I feel Beel is confident in her body but the size difference is iconic. If you got a dick you're practically sliding yourself into a cave (that's a good thing). Very happy when you make her food and you avert your eyes when food lands between her chest. Eats pussy like the champ she is.

Belphegor is still bratty and lazy as ever. If you get easily flustered and she hates humans still she'll probably push you into her chest or worst Lucifer's. I feel she might be more sadistic and tends to trail her fingers around your body. Will make you do all the work but tends to wake you up when she fucks you in your sleep. If you got a vagina be prepared to not be able to walk.

Asmodeus is still lewd as ever and very touchy grabby with you. Asks you to use her chest as a pillow. Complains that her tiddies are too big and asks if you'll hold them for her. A big switch in the bed. She can have you begging for release or she can be underneath you screaming your names to the heavens.

And yes Asmodeus is still pinning for Simeon. Once she tackled Simeon in the hallway and wouldn't let go of her hips. Simeon was rather embarrassed by the encounter and got more flustered when Lucifer broke it up.

Simeon as well is just drop dead gorgeous and when Lucifer sees her again she remembers. Gets extremely annoyed when left with Simeon but not because she doesn't enjoy the company. Simeon is still reserved but those hips don't lie. If alone Lucifer will try to lure the angel into her bedroom. Will introduce Simeon to a whole new world of pleasure.

If Simeon has that "men should be with women and vice versa" mentality she will change her mind after being in the Devildom. I can also see her trying not to moan when in bed. With you she is still very vanilla, however very different when drunk.

Completely embarrassed and horrified when shown a video of her grinding on the future Queen who has such a smug look on her face. When she goes to apologize but Diavolo is smiling and is like “you weren’t apologizing last night my dear”

Leviathan is a tricky one. Would probably be envious of you if you had big tiddies. I'm debating if I should make Levi the big chest otaku but I guess both works fine. If she sees you staring at her sisters too long she'll invite into her room for games. Very sweaty and nervous but will push you down and you see in her eyes how they dilate. She's watched lots of anime so she knows what to do, also a quick learner.

Scissoring sounds great to be honest. But maybe ask her to fuck herself with her tail too, will cum all over her anime sheets.

If you're packing down below she'll hold it with one hand mumbling about how it's not fair and tries her best to please you.

Eat her out while she's playing video games and you'll feel her tail wrapping around you.

Satan would probably lure you into her room and away from her sisters. Once you're in there you are hers. Will absolutely call you kitten and have you fuck her while reading a book with the strongest poker face in history. One time you pissed her off so badly she made you get on your hands and knees and used you as a stool. Belphegor took photos.

Satan fresh out the shower and still wet will move close to you and whisper disgusting things in your ears to get you riled up.

Would also use a strap on but might find a spell to change her sex for a bit to feel the real deal. If you're a dude she might swap sexes with you. Solomon might do this too.

Solomon is very keen on observation and will simply rely on intuition to make you feel good. Under those robes of hers is a body that knows pleasure far too well.

You should've seen her face when Asmodeus did it with her the first time. Asmo introduced her to lots of stuff that day. You wouldn't know it but Solomon has uncontrolled aheago expressions.

Scissoring is a thing for you both. And when you cum you cum hard. Solomon will flick your nub. Managed to convince Levi in a threesome with you both and it was great.

Now let's talk about having both parts. I guess the anime term would be futanari so let us go with that.

Futa Ideas

Diavolo maybe convincing that her cock does not bite and you suck her off the best you can. I find it a bit funny if she fucks a Male MC and is moaning about breeding him and he's like he can't get pregnant. And then Diavolo gives him a shit eating grin.

In the anime Interspecies Reviewers the angel had both parts so maybe Simeon has both parts? I can see this for normal Simeon as well. Covers her mouth if you suck her dick and lets out a very loud and lewd moan.

If Asmo manages to fuck her she'll whisper in her ears that it's okay as she takes Simeon's virginity. This could work with normal Simeon as well.

Barbatos can probably take Diavolo in one go if she's needy but for some reason no one can make Diavolo cum like Barbatos can. When she slides into Barbatos from behind she'll finger Diavolo ass as she plows down. Her size is very impressive for her overall body.

I would really like to write something with a sex change focusing on Satan. If Satan is fucking you with your own dick she might say "what's it like being fucked by your own dick?"

Mammon getting extremely turned on as you rub your dicks together. Will probably face fuck you upside down on the bed and bottoms out in your throat.

Belphegor will use you as a cockwarmer.

Beelzebub would be shocked if can take her but will get extremely happy if you decorate her with whipped cream and cherries.

Leviathan and Belphegor's sex drives increase a bit and they often are masturbating when they aren't busy. I have a few ideas concerning them.

Lucifer would probably face fuck you. And would probably coax Simeon into face fucking her when given the chance.

That's all I got! If you have any ideas concerning genderbend or request feel free to drop some in the ask.

And feel free to write stuff based off these headcanons, no one is stopping you lol.

Stay safe!

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krreader · 5 years ago

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EXO reacting to you, a foreign idol, receiving hate after your relationship went public.

pairing: exo x foreign idol!reader fandom: exo warnings: language ; racism genre: angst ; fluff word count: 1.5k+

a/n: I wish the reality were a lot different, but with jongdae having received so much backlash.. god I just hope people will leave them all alone and let them love in peace.

kim minseok

Concerts were supposed to be a fun time for both idols, as well as fans.

But seeing stuff like this always made Minseok regret his career choices.

All he could do was stare at the racist sign that a fan was holding up in disbelief, maybe even a little bit of sadness and disappointment that one of his fans was behaving like so.

His band members must have seen his reaction, Junmyeon, as the leader instantly nodding towards the fan and a manager handled the rest from there.

She was gone, but what she had written on that sign was branded in his memory.

“You okay?” you asked later that night when you joined him in bed.

Minseok opened his mouth and looked at you, but then he closed it again and smiled, shaking his head a little, “Just tired.”

This wasn't something that you needed to know. He wanted to protect you from that world of hate as much as possible.

kim junmyeon

Junmyeon was so busy bowing to the artists that passed him that he didn't even notice your band being among them at first.

But the moment his eyes landed on you, his smile instantly widened.

PDA wasn't exactly something you could do here and you both knew it, neither of you was this stupid.

But the smile that Junmyeon had only reserved for you seemed to be enough to start a shit-storm online.

“Why is he only smiling at her like that? It's disgusting.”

“Does she think she's special or something? Somebody remind her that she's not.”

“Can she just go back to where she came from? It’s annoying me.”

Were just examples of hatefulness spread in online forums and the likes. But Junmyeon made sure that you wouldn't read them.

Right after the award show, he and you decided to – instead of going to the after-party – go straight home and just enjoy some alone time together.. without your phones.

You knew he was looking out for you when every time you wanted to check your messages, he pulled you closer and kissed you instead and every time you’d ask why, he’d just laugh and tell you that he couldn’t get enough of you.

And well.. his strategy worked.

zhang yixing

Yixing must have thought that with him barely being a part of EXO's promotions anymore, that fans would lay off of him and you.

Maybe give him a pass and let him live and love in peace.

That's why he brought you to the film premiere as his date, because he truly thought it would be fine.

But damn, fans were viscous.

The moment he and you stepped out of the car, they were screaming at you to get back to where you came from and it was.. a mess, to say the least.

Nevertheless, Yixing was proud to have you by his side and every chance he got for an interview, he mentioned it, wanting to show these “fans” that their racism wouldn't change his opinion on you in the slightest and that it was absolutely not appropriate here or anywhere else.

But he knew that this night wasn't easy for you, even if you smiled throughout the entire time and he was glad when it was finally over again and you were back home in the safety of your own four walls. There, he could at last wrap his arms around you and hold you close as you were finally allowed to shed a few tears.

“I'm so sorry,” he kept whispering into your hair, “I love you so much, never forget it.”

byun baekhyun

“Are you even able to communicate?” one of the interviewers asked Baekhyun after the topic of you and him having started dating came up.

And the question caught him off guard because, “You've.. talked with her.. lots of times before? And she spoke.. perfect Korean?”

“Well, yeah, but it's just.. she's not Korean.”

It was so stupid and everyone in the room knew it. Some of his band members snorted, others even started laughing, while Baekhyun just really didn't know what else to say to this.

“I think you handled it well,” you said later that night when you sat down next to him on the couch, “They just want gossip and they'll do anything to get it.”

“I just wish they'd stop disregarding you so much just because you’re not Korean.”

“My confidence is a lot bigger than they think,” you smiled and kissed his forehead, “I'll be fine, babe. You don’t have to worry about me,”

He pulled you into his arms with a sigh and held you there until the world felt like a better place again.

kim jongdae

Jongdae put down his phone with a heavy sigh after having read yet another headline that was so similar to all the ones before.

“South Korean idol Kim Jongdae dating foreign idol (Y/N) and fans aren't happy about it.”

It was a Korean article and people knew, even by his name alone, that Jongdae was Korean, but they still had to emphasize it.. because you weren't. And that was apparently an issue.

“How are you?” he texted you later.

“I'm okay, don't worry about me,” you replied only a few minutes later.

“But I am worrying. Don't read the articles, okay?”

“I'm fine, Jongdae, really. Media can suck my non-existing dick.”

After reading that line, Jongdae immediately started to smile and nod to himself.

You were right.

The media could sick his dick too.

park chanyeol

“What are you doing?” Chanyeol leaned down to press a kiss against the back of your head, his eyebrows furrowing when you were watching one of his music videos.

“Nothing..”

But from the way your voice sounded and the fact that your shoulders were slumped when you walked into the kitchen, it really didn't look like nothing.

So he followed you and pestered you for as long as it took for you to finally tell him what was bothering you.

“People keep comparing us to you guys. Saying that we have fewer views and that we're less popular and that it's all my fault.”

“(Y/N), they're just jealous.”

“I know.. but our relationship.. it's ruining my group's image, Chanyeol. These girls have worked so hard and it's..-” you let out a heavy sigh and shook your head.

“Hey,” he took a step closer and grabbed your chin to make you look at him, “Nobody is ruining anything, especially not you. You are an essential part of your group and without you, they'd lose an important puzzle piece.”

He must have known that you were hinting at leaving the group, but that wasn't something that Chanyeol would stand by and just watch. You had worked hard too.. and he wouldn't let you stop now just because some jealous idiots thought they had the power to destroy your life.

do kyungsoo

“I'm sure the situation isn't easy for you,” his new make-up artist said as she was doing the finishing touches on his face, “In regards to (Y/N), I mean.”

He didn't want to talk about it, but he appreciated her concern, so he said: “Thank you.”

“It's not easy when someone clings to you so hard that you can't get rid of them. I've been there.. but you'll escape the relationship eventually.”

That had him stare at her with confusion, “Wait... what?”

“I heard foreigners are extremely clingy... that's probably why.”

Needless to say, she had her job for exactly one day.

Kyungsoo wouldn't work with a racist, especially not one that disrespected his girlfriend like that.

kim jongin

They were doing a fan sign right now, the first one after Jongin's and your relationship got exposed.

He had been incredibly nervous beforehand, but so far, everyone was nothing but kind to him. Nobody had even mentioned you.

Until one fan came up.

“Don't you think you should find someone like yourself?”

Jongin stopped writing on her album momentarily, his eyes still on his writing, but then he continued with his signature with a smile, “She is like myself. An idol. An artist.”

“But she's a foreigner. She's not really like us.”

Jongin clenched his jaw, then looked up with a sweet, but very fake smile, “She's a human being. A very kind one. I hope that can be respected.”

The girl would have liked nothing more than to argue with him about this, but the manager ushered her to keep going and Jongin was with the next fan that was a lot nicer than the one before.

He was just glad that you hadn't been here to listen to what she had said.

oh sehun

“Hey, I just wanted to call you,” Sehun smiled as he accepted your call, but when he could hear you cry, he instantly froze, “What happened?”

“Are you sure this is good, Sehun? I don't think anyone approves.”

“What do you mean?” he furrowed his eyebrows and quickly hurried into an empty corridor where he could speak to you in peace.

“The fans.. your fans, they all.. hate me.”

Sehun let out a heavy sigh and closed his eyes for a moment.

So you had read all the nasty comments.

“(Y/N), don't read them. The people that write these things are not in their right state of mind. These people don't matter.”

Of course, it was easier for Sehun to just say these things as he was not the victim in this situation, at least not directly. But he still felt for you, of course he did, he loved you. All he could do was be there for you and continuously tell you and show you just how much you meant to him.

Your nationality didn't change that, despite what other people seemed to think

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solynaceawrites · 5 years ago

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The ABCs of Demonology [5]: Experience

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Dante, fem!Reader Tags: NSFW Alphabet, Drabble Collection, Smut, Fluff, Established Relationship, Aftercare Chapters: 5/26 Summary: A series of drabbles based on the-coldest-goodbye’s NSFW Alphabet template. Each drabble has a different theme, but all of them star Dante Sparda.

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If you’ve got one complaint about your life with Dante, it’s the hovering almost that thickens the air between you whenever a touch lingers or a kiss gets heated. Despite all of his rough edges, he’s a gentleman through and through in matters of romance—or at least as much of one as he knows how to be, making sure to offer you the last slice of pizza or buying the beers he knows you like. It’s the little things, really, that make you feel like you could stay with him forever, which is why this one big thing has you twisted in knots. To put it simply, you’re more than ready to have sex with him.

He, on the other hand, seems bound and determined to miss all of your hints.

You’ve tried the subtle and not-so-subtle suggestions. Offering an intimate massage that put him right to sleep. A candlelit dinner. Lingerie. Hell, you even went out and got everything waxed and made a show of having him feel how soft and smooth your legs were while wearing a pair of shorts that nearly flashed him when you bent over, and he’d grinned and said they were soft as silk and then gone off to see about dinner. You’re not sure if it’s something about you or just his own personal hang-ups keeping his dick securely in his tight leather pants, or if he’s just so dense that he doesn’t realize.

Either way, it’s wreaking havoc on your libido and your self-esteem, so you decide to bite the bullet and just ask upfront. No more beating around the bush. “Dante,” you call from the couch. He lifts the latest issue of Gun Time from his face to peer at you, a brow raised, and you sit up from your sprawl. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

His eyes get so comically wide and his face so bright red that you wonder if he’s about to have a stroke. “Uh . . . I, uh . . . You . . .”

Or maybe he’s just short-circuiting.

“You. Me. Sex.” You point to him, and then yourself. “Do you want to?”

“I mean, uh . . .” He swallows and clears his throat. “I’ve thought about it. Just, uh . . . Never seemed like a good time to bring it up.”

At that, you snort. “Even when I was parading around in black lace?”

“I thought you were just hot.”

“The massage?”

“A nice gift?”

“Dante,” you say, half-laughing and half-exasperated, “I was dropping hints. You know, that I wanted you to bend me over the desk?”

“Sorry, babe, I guess I missed ‘em.” He does look apologetic, which makes you wonder if there’s more to this than what he’s letting on. Curious now, you stand and make your way to him, and he wraps an arm around your waist when you settle into his lap, and he won’t meet your eyes. His cheeks are still flushed pink as he mumbles, “Never really had anyone try before.”

You blink at that. “Never had anyone try to sleep with you?”

“. . . Yeah.”

Well, that’s a surprise. A guy as handsome as he is, you’d figured he’d had more than his fair share of partners. Then again, demon hunting isn’t exactly a gig made for any sort of relationship, especially when you’ve got as many walls as Dante does; hell, getting him to date you had been like pulling teeth. “So, and please don’t take this the wrong way, you’re a virgin?”

Dante huffs and buries his face in the crook of your neck, making his reply nearly inaudible. “Yeah.”

“I see.” You mull over that for a moment, the carefully nudge his face up to yours. “You want to do this, or do you want to wait a while longer? I’m good either way,” you add when his brows furrow, getting that crease between them that you always want to kiss, “I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

“It ain’t me I’m worried about.” You tilt your head, and he sighs. “You know, uh . . . . a quick trigger, so to speak. Pretty sure that’s what’ll happen if we do this.”

With a smile, you lean forward to press your lips to his. It’s one of the things you love about Dante: no matter what the two of you are doing, he’s always worried about you and your happiness, and beneath the warmth that his concern causes is a thrill at being able to show him exactly what you like. His mouth is pliant under yours, opening easily, and he groans when you coax his tongue into your mouth to suck on it, his hands sliding to grab your hips. You kiss him until he’s breathless and panting into your mouth, then you draw back and play with the ends of his hair. “I’ll teach you.”

Dante considers that before he nods with a faintly there grin. “Alright. Who am I to say no to such a pretty lady?”

That makes you giggle, and you reach down to grip the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. Given that you had no plans to do anything today, you’re not wearing a bra beneath, and Dante’s eyes immediately fix on your chest, his lips parting as his pupils go wide. “These aren’t just nice to look at,” you tell him. You cup your breasts in your palms, squeezing them gently, and his gaze is so intent as he memorizes how you’re doing it that it makes your heart melt. “Sensitivity varies by size, but a firm touch, especially here,” you caress your nipples with your thumbs, “will make anyone happy.”

He glances at you before reaching up to touch you, and you place your own hands on his forearms, stroking him reassuringly. Dante copies your actions, kneading your flesh before teasing your nipples with slow strokes and the occasional careful pinch, and you hum and close your eyes, more than content to allow him to do as he pleases. Each touch sends a pleasant little jolt down your spine; you’re so lulled by them that you fail to notice when he leans forward until his lips seal around one of the buds, and his first, tentative suckle has a gasp leaving your throat. “That’s it, baby,” you whisper.

Now that he’s got your approval, he works your body feverishly. What he lacks in experience, he more than makes up for with his enthusiasm, and it’s not long before your clit is throbbing and your panties are soaked. It’s a bit of a struggle to get your shorts off, but he helps by lifting you to his desk and pulling them down your legs, which he stands between as he leans down to kiss you. “Bent over the desk, huh?” he teases.

“Close enough,” you agree.

You take one of his hands and guide it down to your weeping sex. His eyes narrow when he touches your heated flesh, a hiss escaping him, and as he presses a finger into your opening, you reach down to unfasten his belt and trousers, your mouth watering when you finally grasp his cock. “Big boy,” you murmur. And it’s true; Dante’s not only long, but thick, and the thought of having that girth stretching you has you arching into him. With a grunt, he braces a hand next to your head, the other helping you line him up. He lets out a shaking breath when the head of him nudges into you, and you cup his face to pull him down into a kiss, slowly urging him on with gentle rolls of your hips. With every inch that sinks into your sex, both of you moan. You’re so full by the time his hips are flush to yours that you can barely breathe, let alone think, and he must feel the same, because his chest heaves as he pants against your mouth.

“Babe,” he groans, “I gotta . . .”

“Please,” you breathe.

He thrusts slowly, never drawing more than halfway out, and you can see the strain in the tightness of his shoulders beneath his shirt. “Like this,” you say quietly, and you hook a leg around his hips, using it to both encourage him and to shift the angle so the stretch is more pleasant and his cock rubs against a spot that has you seeing stars. He follows immediately, working his hips slow and deep, and even if you don’t wind up finishing too, it’s going to be worth it for the sight of him: face screwed up in pleasure and concentration, his mouth open as he pants and groans, sweat beading on his brow.

The only warning you get before it’s over is a hitch to his breathing. Then his teeth sink into your shoulder as his hips jerk between your thighs, liquid heat filling you and making his movements silky. You cradle his head, running your fingers through his scalp; despite the faint stab of disappointment that it’s done so soon, there’s an undeniable satisfaction at the seed that drips between your thighs when he pulls out, in having him come apart so fervently thanks to you.

“‘M sorry,” Dante mumbles. He kisses the mark on your shoulder, his weight all but smothering you.

Not that you mind. “You can make it up to me,” you tease gently. “Just let me shower first. I don’t think you’d enjoy the taste of yourself too much.”

He stiffens and you think you’ve said the wrong then. But his eyes are blazing when he lifts his head to look at you, a red shine over his pupils that has excitement thrumming through you. “Don’t care,” he rumbles. “Just tell me what to do.”

And you do.

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rockhoochie · 5 years ago

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Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean insists he has a talent of tongue. You decide to to put him to the test.

WC: ~1400

Warnings: light bondage (use of restraints, blindfold), voyeurism if you squint, no actual sex just lots and lots of dirty talk (which includes: masturbation, oral sex, squirting, ass play)

A/N: No set up, no plot, just Dean talking all kinds of filthy in a drabble that got away from me .@the-chocolate-moose, thanks for the prompt/request! Obviously got my juices flowing...Thanks for reading and enjoy!

Dean insisted he could make a woman come without actually touching her.

You insisted he was full of shit - it takes a lot more than dirty talk to actually get a woman off.

But he wouldn’t let it go, adamantly proclaiming it to be true, so sure of himself that he quipped, “wanna bet?” Never one to miss an opportunity to be right, you accepted with an incredulous “talk is cheap, asshole, you’re on.”

And that’s how you found yourself in the dungeon, wrists and ankles gently but firmly bound to the chair you sat on, fully clothed, and one of Dean’s neckties stretched over your eyes.

He’d been quiet for a few minutes now...you could hear his footsteps walking circles around you, hear his steady breathing. He was probably waiting for you to stop giggling like an idiot.

You had to admit, you wondered if he was actually as good at this as he claimed to be. His looks alone were enough to whip any woman into a frenzy; add in some naughty words and saucy phrases tumbling from those plush lips, carried by that sexy, gravelly voice, and…

“You sure look pretty like this, YN, all tied up and eager. Like you’re ready for anything. Then again, you look sexy as hell all the time.”

Your eyes rolled up into your head, lashes fluttering against the silky blindfold. This wasn’t fair - you didn’t think he’d literally be muttering into your ear, the heat of his breath warming the skin just behind it, the lightest vibration of his lips buzzing against your flesh.

“You got no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this, sweetheart...to have a chance to tell you how much I think about you, tell you all the dirty things I think about…”

You exhaled, a little surprised at how ragged it sounded. And when you breathed in again, the air seemed warmer, thicker...it made your limbs feel a little heavy and your skin seemed to be covered with goosebumps.

“I think about you all the time, YN,” Dean continued, dropping his voice lower. “So beautiful...you got no clue how beautiful you are to me. Everything about you... the way you laugh, smile... I just love watching you do anything. Sometimes you drive me damn near crazy.”

All those words were somehow seeping into your pores. You could feel your nipples harden against your bra and you suddenly felt hot.

“I got a confession to make... walked in on you in the shower once. You didn’t see me but I saw you, all wet and naked, hot water running over your perfect tits and down the crack of your tight ass... Christ, just the sight of you got me so fucking hard...thought about that for weeks. Still picture it when I’m jerking off, thinking about all the things I wanna do to you…”

You licked your lips and swallowed - your throat felt dry. And there was a tension crimping in your belly and you felt the faint the beat of your pulse between your legs.

Damn it.

A whimper escaped your lips - you couldn’t help it.

“You make the prettiest sounds, YN... you know, I can hear you when you’re fucking yourself. All those little moans and sighs...and I imagine you’re laid out your bed, one little hand playing with your tits while you have the other working between your legs, wet fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy... then I start wondering what I could do to get you to make those noises for me.”

You squirmed in your seat, a flush spreading all through your veins.

“I know I’d kiss you first. Long and hard, just taking in the taste of your lips. And once I get my tongue in your mouth I’d start taking off your clothes, strip you down to your panties, and touch every single inch of your gorgeous body... sweetheart, you’re so soft and and smell so fucking good, but touching you ain’t enough...I gotta kiss you everywhere. Your neck, shoulders, fingers, your tits...I’ll spend time on your tits. Maybe suck on them for awhile, give those pink nipples a little bite.”

“Dean…” you whispered, hips rolling of their own volition, your core reaching out and coming back with nothing.

He hummed, planting little kisses behind your ear, lightly pulling your earlobe between his teeth. “Bet you’re getting so wet right now…”

“Please…”

His lips found a heavenly spot on your neck, and you felt him smile right before his teeth grazed your flesh.

“Your skin tastes so good...bet your hot little pussy tastes even better.”

“Holy fuck, Dean…”

“I knew it,” he growled, “You love getting eaten out, don’t you, YN? Love a head between your legs and a thick tongue fucking your tight hole...It’s so perfect cause when I’m jerking off, and gettin’ close to blowing it, I just imagine what you taste like...probably like fuckin’ honey, all sweet and warm. I think about gettin’ on my knees while you’re all spread out, legs wide open, that beautiful pussy on display just for me, and I can see how soaked you are...fuck, it drips out of you, and when I get closer I can smell how bad you want it, so I get myself a slow, sweet taste and lick up your cream…”

You were completely gone, lost in the haze of Dean’s voice and the pictures he was painting with his sinfully delicious words, your breaths coming faster while your limbs strained against the ropes.

“Mmm, fuck baby, you taste so good...so fucking wet and I’m just devouring that pussy, licking up every drop... I just can’t get enough, can’t get my tongue far enough inside of you so I’ll slide my fingers deep into your hot cunt, find that sweet spot and fuck you with my hand...and you keep begging for more so I’ll bury myself three fingers deep...maybe slip one in your ass…”

The noise you made at that was beyond pathetic, but you just didn’t care. He was making you insane.

Dean chuckled, nibbling at your neck, and running a palm along each of your thighs.

“Oh you’d like that, huh? Such a dirty girl ...yeah, I’ll make you cum so hard you’ll squirt, YN... I’ll keep nailing that sweet spot over and over, fucking your tight asshole with my finger and sucking your clit until you cum all over my face…”

You were trembling, back arching, moaning and sighing and begging. Slick had pooled at your entrance. Your clit was throbbing. The muscles of your cunt twitched and grasped at nothing, begging to be touched and filled and fucked…

“Then I’ll flip you over on your hands and knees, fuck you from behind and make you cum again... give you my thick cock so I can feel you clench and quiver all over my dick…and you’ll take it so good, baby, you’ll take every single inch of it nice and deep and you’ll be screaming it feels so good, the way I’m fucking you so hard...you’ll beg for my cum, sweetheart, beg me to fill up your pussy ‘till it’s dripping out of you…”

“Oh god Dean, fuck!” you cried, and almost out of nowhere, your climax flooded through you, hot and needy and electric, spreading from your core to the tips of your fingers. Your blindfold was lifted, restraints loosened and removed as you panted, satisfied from release but wanting and needing so much more. When you were finally able to focus, you noticed Dean staring down at you, his bottom lip tucked behind his teeth and his hand palming at the bulge in his pants.

Without preamble you rushed him, crashing your lips against his as he grabbed the back of your thighs, hoisting you up in arms. You were vaguely aware of being carried down the hallway, and soon you were laid out on his bed, legs wrapped around his waist as Dean stared at you with dark, emerald eyes.

“YN, I -”

“Shh,” you hissed, placing a finger over his lips. “Talk is cheap. Now put up or shut up.”

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#dean x reader #dean x you #dean winchester smut #spn smut #dirty talk #spn fanfic

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stellar-imagines · 5 years ago

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NSFW SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝i'm not supposed to like this.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Bakugou Katsuki ]

「Bakugou runs into a villain with a succubus quirk so often that it pisses him the fuck off. Why? That’s because he can never apprehend you and you’re not supposed to look sexy but you do!」 [ NSFW under the cut! ]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

"Get back here, you bitch!"

"Sorry! I can't afford to get caught!" you laughed, dodging a blast that was directed towards you from the Pro Hero who was known as Ground Zero.

You weren't sure how long you were playing this cat and mouse game with the Pro Hero nor could you count how many times you had slipped from his grasp and escaped. It was thanks to that one stunt you pulled a few months ago, stealing weapons that were being shipped for the military. It was a feat that you had pulled off all alone and the reason why you had a huge bounty on you. Since then, you were doing your best avoiding the Pro Heroes and police force. As a villain, you worked alone, doing whatever you pleased. And as you were doing your usual thing―which wasn't something good to begin with―you met the Pro Hero Ground Zero. He was a hero who's rising through the ranks with an explosive force, no pun intended.

It's been such a long time since he started chasing after you and every time you see him, you can't help but tease him. You were born with an odd quirk, one that gave you a form of a demon. There was a pair of horns growing atop your head, sharp teeth, and a tail. Your quirk was what you often call 'Succubus', you're able to emit a pheromone that causes people to fall victim to lust which can be used to paralyze victims. In addition, you get energy from the body fluids of the opposite sex. If you're filled with energy, you'll be able to perform feats that normal people are unable to do. Having things like sharp senses, fast regeneration, and super strength.

That aside, you were currently on the run, leaping from one building to another with your abilities. Ground Zero was hot on your trail, maneuvering in the air using his quirk to propel himself. The first time you met him, he had a very intimidating aura and he was yelling 'Die!' the entire time he used his quirk. He had great control over his quirk and natural abilities when it comes to combat. You used your pheromones when you meet a dead end and normally rely on your inhuman strength. And he was one of the few heroes that always managed to corner you.

"Fuck!" he cursed as you slipped underneath his arms and sent him flying into an old abandoned building.

But you always managed to slip and escape.

"You're trying so hard, Ground Zero-san. Are you sure that you're not falling for me?" you hummed, your tail flicking behind you playfully.

Bakugou was on his knees while you stood a few meters away from him. The abandoned building was covered with a sheet which prevented light from leaking in. But now there was a gaping hole from where Bakugou had crashed into, there was light and wind coming in. Your hair swayed from side to side as you slowly stepped towards him. You crouched down in front of him, placing a hand on his head and giggling softly.

"Hello? Are you still alive?" you placed your hand beside your mouth, a mischievous smile on your face. He grunted, getting up from his position and raising his right hand. Before he could even send a blast your way, you leaped out of the way.

He was quick. Using the smoke from the first blast to hide and give him the opportunity to plan his next move. As soon as the smoke cleared, he lunged forward with the help of an explosion. He seemed a bit more serious this time, his expression oddly calm. You dodged his attacks, just barely. It as was if he ignored everything else and just focused on catching you. A blast emitted from his palm that covered your entire visage and that was the deciding factor. He grabbed you by the wrist and threw you over his shoulder. Your back hit the ground and your lungs were robbed from air for a few seconds. He had you pinned down beneath him. You squirmed a bit, trying to wiggle out from his grasp.

"I hate your pretty face and your everything. What makes you think I'm falling for you?" he spat back at you. Despite being the one at disadvantage, you manage to laugh.

That's not entirely true. One, you're a villain and one that he had been chasing for a long time. No matter what stunt he pulled, you were always stronger than him. Two, he doesn't like your personality. You're cocky but at least your actions back up your words. And lastly, you're not supposed to look sexy but fuck! He'd be an idiot if he said that you weren't! You're always wearing a black-red off-shoulder shirt where the sleeves reach your wrists. skirt and those thigh highs that always distracted him, dear lord.

"Perhaps you had forgotten what my quirk is." you smiled innocently. Bakugou instantly let you go upon realization but it was too late. His sparks died and his knees buckled. It wasn't that obvious yet but you could see him slowly falling victim to your quirk.

“Was it too intense? Sorry! But you're so cute when you're quiet like this." you giggled, kneeling down to his level, poking at his cheek which elicited a groan from him.

"Shut up.....piece of shit....." he mumbled.

"Now, now, don't say that. I'll make you feel better. What do you say? A pretty good offer right?" you lifted his chin with your index finger. Despite being a villain, you had intentions of killing him, a Pro Hero who was just doing his job. Bakugou didn't say anything, afraid that his voice would betray him. His body was sensitive and every single touch drove him insane. When you begin to pull down his pants, his mouth fall open in shock but no words formed. They were at the tip of his tongue but he couldn't say anything.

An embarrassed flush decorated his scowling face as he glanced down at you who was preoccupied with getting his pants off. His cock sprang free in front you, fully erect and bigger than you had expected. You bent down and licked a strip from the base, you moved slowly to the tip where you swirled your tongue. The taste of precum never made you sick, in fact, it was an addicting taste. Your hand moved up and down his length as your tongue started to dance along his shaft again. It slid against the underside, tracing the veins along the way. As much as he hated your guts, his body can't deny how good he was feeling.

"If you're gonna do it.....then do it right.....pussy." he narrowed his eyes at you.

"So impatient. I'll do it alright?" you huffed, brushing your hair aside before engulfing his entire length into your mouth. Bakugou uncharacteristically let out a moan as your tongue flicked over his tip. His head dipped back, eyes clenched shut as he restrained himself from making any more noises. It shouldn't feel so good but it did!

You bobbed your head up and down slowly, feeling his entire body shudder as you did so. The movement was slow and almost too innocent considering your nature but you wanted to take more time with him, pushing him to the edge and seeing him come undone underneath you. His mind was starting to get a bit hazy now that your quirk is at its full effect. He couldn't think straight and all he wanted was to come.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking good. It feels so fucking good." he chanted, bucking his hips upwards and pushing his dick further into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat. You gagged while Bakugou mewled lewdly, overwhelmed by the sensation. In the abandoned building, there was nothing but the sound of you gagging and sucking Bakugou's cock like a slut. You went faster, bobbing your head up and down when you felt his thighs twitch.

His cock twitches inside your mouth and you made no movements of pulling down. Bakugou grasped your head, his grip a bit weak but you could tell that his intention was to keep your head there. It surprised you and caused you to hum around his length. You quickened your pace, hearing his breath hitch and his hips moving on it's own.

"Fuck shit! Gonna cum soon!" he gasped. He slapped a hand over his mouth, muffling the noises that threatened to spill. The vibrations from your mouth elicited weak moans from the ash blonde whose face was bright red. He was sweating profusely, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and trailing down the side of his face.

With a loud groan, Bakugou finally came and reached his orgasm. He shot ropes of his thick seeds into your mouth while you still had his dick in your mouth. His seed spilled all the way down your throat and you swallowed everything down wantonly. It was thick and abundant, some managed to spill from your mouth.

"Hmm, look, you came a lot...." you drawled with a smirk, letting your mouth hang open to show him. His vermillion orbs narrowed at you, showing tons of emotions. Anger, refusal, love, lust, and annoyance. His chest was heaving with frustration and exhaustion. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

You sat upright, slowly taking off your panties and dropping them onto the ground. Bakugou watched as you hovered over him, your shirt slipping down a bit which gave him a view of the top of your breasts. Yo lowered yourself onto his body, pressing your entire weight against his. It was just the beginning and you find yourself giving into desire as well. Pressing your lips against his, you rub your wet core onto his dick. Bakugou moaned into your mouth, hips bucking to meet your wet slit. The sensation made you moan in Bakugou's mouth.

"You acted like you hated it but you're actually into it." you laughed. The male grumbled angrily as you moved slowly against his length. He clicked his tongue, gritting his teeth and suppressing a moan.

"Shut up, it's your fucking fault that I'm like this! Hurry up and put it in already!" he cursed at you.

"Yeah, yeah, it's my fault. But that's not the right attitude to have when you're asking someone to do a favor." you smirked, raising your hips and rubbing the tip of his dick against your wet slit. Bakugou bit back a groan as his hips bucked, desperate for your pussy to be wrapped around his cock. You pulled away completely, smirking down at him. He feel a bit ashamed when he saw his dick covered in your fluids.

"Beg for it."

"Like hell I'm gonna do that!"

"Then~I'll just leave you behind. And leave you to do it on your own. Even though the fastest way is to have sex." you playfully rolled your eyes, being a bit mischievous. Bakugou grumbled at your words, fully aware of the situation he's in.

"Please, for fuck's sake," he cursed quietly.

"Let me fucking cum inside you." At this, you laughed, not expecting him to act bashful. His fingers grip tighter around your hips. His eyes closed shut when you lowered yourself, sinking down his cock.

Hisses escaped both of your lips, the stretch had surprised you while Bakugou was overwhelmed by the feeling. But it wasn't an uncomfortable feeling. You began swiveling your hips once your got used to the stretch which made Bakugou's jaw drop open. His head dipped back as you begin to ride his cock, moans slipping from your lips as you steadied yourself. Your hands were pressed against his abdomen, your ass bouncing as his grip tightens. He keeps his eyes shut and his breathing grows uneven while you continued to grind down against him. The smug grin you flash him makes him growl in anger. He may be submissive now but that was because of your quirk. He was struggling to gain control, thrusting his hips to match your pace.

"Damn, you're so fucking big!" your growled.

Gasps escaped your mouth when he bucked his hips hard, hitting a spot inside your. Your hands move to your breasts and began to play with your nipples, leaving the bouncing to him. Bakugou set his own rhythm that you ended up following. Your hips bounced faster, unsatisfied with the pace he set, you almost drowned in your own pleasure. The two of you panted heavily and soon enough, you felt him stiffen inside you. The coil in your stomach tightens until you shut your eyes. You came around his throbbing cock with a loud moan of his name.

Bakugou hisses once he finally came, releasing inside you as his entire body arched. His voice was small and weaker than normal, his hips falter and he laid on the ground. You sighed blissfully before removing yourself from him.

"Heyyyy, you awake, Pro Hero-san?" you teased, sitting next to him.

"Once I fucking recover, I'm killing you." he shot back, slowly getting up to sit.

"Ah, you were kinda cute when you're obedient?" you watched as he get dressed, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Shut up, you idiot." Bakugou grumbled angrily.

"So, you up for another round?" you giggled, keeping your attention on the ash blonde Pro Hero.

"Are you fucking serious right now?"

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ficcrimes · 4 years ago

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Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Characters: Angel Dust, (trans) male OC A/N: a little self-indulgent something for myself between commissions. Warnings: NSFW Summary: even when he was alive, Moth had never had one of those before.

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As hard as he tried to understand, there was no wrapping his head around how a one-night stand had turned into this. Not that he was complaining, but it was worth wondering why someone like Angel Dust had taken to him. Maybe it was because he hadn’t turned Angel down when he came onto him that first time. Maybe it was because Moth was just as easy as he was.

Really, though, the reason didn’t matter. What mattered right now was the way two hands grabbed his shoulders, and a third held his chin. Angel was much, much taller than he was, and so the spider had to bend forward considerably to kiss where his mouth should have been. Though he had thought lacking a mouth would deter Angel some, Moth had been pleasantly surprised to find it didn’t seem to matter.

“You got hands and other holes, don’tcha?” Angel had teased during their first time. “This way, the only mouth you gotta worry about is mine.”

And Moth had learned very quickly that that mouth was indeed worth worrying about.

For the time being, though, he did his best to return the kiss and leaned forward, pressing himself to Angel’s lips. It didn’t take long at all for the kiss to become a little more heated, and the hand that had been holding his chin moved down his neck, and into the thick black ring of fluff at the base of it. Angel’s fingers combed through it for a moment, before they travelled lower still. Palm pressed to the moth’s flat chest, he pulled away from the kiss.

Angel grinned, and Moth didn’t quite have time to question it before he was suddenly being shoved down onto the bed. The most surprising thing of the moment was that he hadn’t ended up on his back, but sitting instead - and Angel had intended it that way.

He made a move to get up again, or at least reach for Angel now that their contact had been broken, but Angel stepped out of reach.

“Ah, ah,” he tutted with a grin, wagging a finger at Moth. “You sit and wait there. I got something for ya.”

Moth’s brow furrowed as he watched Angel move further away, over to a box that had been stored in the corner of the room. Moth’s view of the box’s contents was obscured by Angel himself as he gathered what he needed from it. It didn’t take the spider long all before he came back over to the bed, two hands behind his back. When Moth tried to peer around him, another set of hands found his shoulders again and held him still.

“Patience is a virtue,” Angel snorted with a little roll of his eyes, shoulders shrugging. “Or some shit.” They wouldn’t have been in Hell had they been virtuous, would they? Now wasn’t the time to think too hard on that, though, and Angel finally revealed what he’d been hiding behind his back.

Now hovering just inches from Moth’s face was a harness and a deep red dildo. The moth stared at these items for a few long moments before a blush crept across the bridge of his nose. His gaze moved upward to Angel’s face, and he wasn’t the least bit surprised to see the sharp and sultry grin there.

“For me?” Moth asked quietly, voice barely a whisper in Angel’s mind.

“All for you,” Angel assured, getting down onto his knees. He reached for Moth’s hips with his two free hands, and tugged the smaller body forward until he was just barely balanced on the edge of the bed. Shamelessly, he pressed the dildo to Moth’s crotch, and then guided one of the Moth’s four hands to it.

“Hold it,” he instructed, and Moth gave a little nod, holding the toy in place against his body. Looking down at it, he couldn’t help but notice just how dangerously close in color it was to his hands. Angel had put some thought into this, and that made his blush deepen. It also made the ache between his legs worsen, and he did his best not to fidget or fuss too much.

Angel gave one thigh a little pat, and Moth obediently lifted that leg, toes pointed so Angel could start working the harness onto him. The other leg followed suit moments later, and soon enough Angel was sliding the harness up over his knees. When he had to, Moth finally stood up, still holding the red dick firmly in place while Angel’s hands shimmied the harness up his thighs. The toy was worked through the hole of the harness, and Moth didn’t have to hold onto it any longer, but his hands still lingered close by. Old habits die hard, and a part of him wanted to hide it, but mostly he just wanted to keep touching it.

He was quiet while Angel adjusted the straps, making sure the whole contraption fit snuggly, though he did little to even try and stifle his ragged and eager breathing.

Once everything was secured, Angel sat back on his knees to take a good look at the other. Two of moth’s hands were still hovering close by the dildo, as though unsure what he should have been doing with it. It made Angel laugh, just a little.

“You can touch it,” he goaded, grinning. “In fact, why don’t you stroke it a little for me?”

Moth gave a little mental whimper in response to those words alone, and gingerly ran one hand over the length of the toy. Once he reached the base of it, he wrapped his fingers around it and gave it a little squeeze. Then, as Angel had suggested, it slid his hand up and down the rubbery length.

By now, his thighs were trembling, and his legs desperately wanted to close. The harness was crotchless, and so there was no pressure where he really needed it most right now.

“There you go,” Angel encouraged, and Moth’s gaze flitted away from the dick in his hand and back to the spider’s face. “How’s that feel?”

“G-Good,” Moth replied quietly, unable to suppress a shiver. Even in life, he had never worn something like this, never had a chance to experience the deep sensation of such an affirming gesture. And the fact Angel had gone ahead and thought of this for him made it all the better.

“Good,” Angel practically purred, and reached up to take hold of Moth’s hips with two hands. A third hard slid up the inside of one thigh, fingers stroking leather and lip. Even such a small touch was enough to make Moth whimper again, and his hand squeezed the toy tightly.

“Poor baby, you’re all worked up,” Angel said, and a fourth hand slid back and around Moth, groping at his ass. Moth gave a squeak, nodding as he did his best to maintain eye contact. A feat that was much easier said than done, especially when Angel finally asked,

“You want me to suck your dick?”

Again, with words alone Angel was able to make Moth whimper, and he gave an eager nod.

Angel grinned again, and without another word leaned in to first press a kiss to the tip of the toy. Then, he effortlessly was able to take the length into his mouth. Moth watched in nothing short of fascination as lips and tongue and teeth slid over red rubber a few times before Angel pulled away, tongue flicking the tip as he did. Moth didn’t have a chance to wonder if that was it, Angel was quick to push him back onto the bed, making him sit at the edge again. This time, he made sure to force Moth’s legs open and slide himself between them so they couldn’t close. The hand that was still between Moth’s legs moved, and the fingers that had been teasing him finally found their way inside.

Moth used two of his own hands to keep himself balanced, and a third found its way to Angel’s hair, combing through and then gently tugging. His hips rocked and his back arched, and it took everything in him not to squeeze his eyes shut right now. He wanted to see Angel take that dick back into his mouth again. And when he did, he finally let a loud groan sound in Angel’s head, breathy and desperate.

The fingers that were working in and out of him started to move faster, drive in deeper, curl just right, and soon enough Moth’s entire body was tense and trembling. Between what was going on inside of him and just watching the way Angel sucked his dick was enough to drive him close to the edge.

And Angel could tell. Of course he could. So his hand and mouth switched places in due time. Now Moth was watching that pink fist slide up and down the slicked red dick, and tongue and teeth were moving between his legs. The hand in Angel’s hair tugged harder than he had before, and he did his best to close his legs around the demon between them, holding him in place. He rocked his hips with more vigor, practically grinding himself against Angel’s expert mouth.

It didn’t take much longer at all for Moth to finish, and he moaned Angel’s name loudly and shamelessly into the spider’s mind. His hips jerked hard a few times as he rode it out, and then slowly he relaxed onto the bed, his grip on Angel’s hair loosening. He let his hand fall away entirely once Angel moved out from between his legs, and did his best to catch his breath.

“Fuck,” Moth mumbled, running one of his hands over his face and then through his hair. He heard Angel chuckle to himself.

“I had a feelin’ you’d enjoy that,” Angel said, grinning as he crawled up onto the bed, then laid out next to Moth. “I meant it, you know. You can keep the dick.”

“I can?” Moth asked, looking over toward Angel, still laying flat on his back.

Angel waved one hand as he spoke. “I got plenty. And that one suits you.”

Moth couldn’t help but laugh a little, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at the toy still strapped to him. It did feel nice to have it, and he supposed Angel was right; it did seem to suit the color scheme of his demon body. He appreciated it.

“Thanks,” he said after a moment, and he would have smiled just a little if he could have.

There was a feeling in the air that Angel wasn’t about to let himself fall to, and so he let himself grin again, twisting onto his side and propping his chin up in one palm. “Don’t thank me yet, Sweetheart,” he said, using another hand to drag one nail gently up over one gray thigh and hip. “We still gotta see how well you fuck with that thing on.”

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #male oc #trans oc #fanfic

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bigskydreaming · 4 years ago

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Okay, my thoughts on that last reblog, and the TYPE of protectiveness showcased on Bruce’s part.....and to be 100% clear, this is not meant as a call-out to the OP of that post whom I don’t know and have nothing against, its simply about the fact that this kind of view of Bruce and certain forms of his parenting are not at ALL uncommon in fandom, and I’m just kinda like hi, yeah, I have some issues I would like to raise here plz and thank you:

So the issue I have with so many headcanons that pair massive invasions of privacy and disregard for personal boundaries with the idea that this is Good Dad Bruce Wayne....is that no matter what one feels this says about Bruce’s concern for his children, it simultaneously also says or implies that for such extreme measures to be deemed good and not invasive, and as such NECESSARY.....then his children are not just headstrong....but UNREASONABLE.

Because families fight. The Batfam moreso than a lot, sure, but even still, I think anyone trying to pitch the existence of Good Dad Bruce Wayne is still ultimately trying to build a case for a Batfam who even when they fight, still love each other.

But with a family like that, no matter HOW much they fight....they’re still ultimately all going to understand and be ABLE to keep an awareness that even while FURIOUS with each other....this doesn’t mean they don’t care about each other’s well-being and want to know and be reassured that they’re alright.

And this is what’s not on display on the side of Bruce’s kids, anytime a fic or headcanon or meta defaults to justifying Bruce going to extreme lengths to look out for or even just check up on his kids....because intentionally or not, it paints his kids as total assholes if they’re not even willing to accommodate basic requests about checking in or being checked up on, so at least their dad who loves them knows that they’re alive and well.

Only if and when his kids just flat out stonewall and block any and all LEGITIMATE attempts by Bruce to check up on them, do his more invasive attempts at doing so become necessary and thus ‘justified’ to any degree whatsoever....

With the biggest issue here being that so many fics and headcanons just hop, skip and jump straight over and past any attempt at Bruce giving his kids the OPPORTUNITY to meet him halfway and at least check in or reassure him they’re safe despite being pissed for other reasons....

And go straight to Bruce keeping them under surveillance in manners that wouldn’t be out of place with the CIA’s protocols for watching enemies of the state or what-the-fuck-ever.

And all the while, treating it as though its just a GIVEN that Bruce HAS to resort to such measures....because just....calling them on the fucking phone isn’t going to get him anywhere.

Like yeah, if you want to write a story where he tries that and they block him at every turn, and so Bruce ‘has’ to resort to less than stellar measures to gain any peace of mind, go ahead. Just don’t be surprised if when you write it all out in such a manner, showing each step of the way rather than just skipping straight to the endpoint there as though its a foregone conclusion, you run into people commenting with judgmental opinions of the kids and what assholes they’re being, that Bruce feels he has to go to such lengths at all.

Because I think the reason we so rarely see people ‘showing their work’ here and just jumping straight to Bruce asking forgiveness rather than permission (while umm, usually still not ever asking forgiveness which is sorta kinda still a necessary ingredient of that axiom but I fuckin’ digress).....is because I think deep down most people know that it isn’t really in character for all of the Batkids to just refuse any and all legitimate attempts at checking up on them purely out of spite, just being all “well I’m mad at you so I want you to SUFFER, OLD MAN, yeah, go ahead and wonder if I’m dead or not! Suck it!”

Like, even Jason or Dick at their ‘pettiest’ - I think most people would agree that its more that they’re characterized as WANTING to hear Bruce express actual concern for them....and only getting as pissed as they do because Bruce just flat out refuses to do so and defaults to taking measures that don’t treat them as having any kind of competence, maturity or autonomy of their own....and thus are virtually indistinguishable from actions taken purely out of a desire to control everything around him, rather than a father just being concerned for his kids.

Even when they’re at their most spiteful in regards to not wanting Bruce to know what’s going on with them, its born of an undercurrent of hurt, I maintain, as they’re really mostly just pissed off that there’s even a question of whether Bruce actually cares or Bruce is just being controlling. Because kids shouldn’t HAVE to read between the lines and interpret surveillance tactics as parental concern just to even FEEL like their dad gives a damn, because their dad just flat out refuses to come out and SAY it.

Like, that’s not a big ask, at all, and thus its not something any of the kids are at all unreasonable in wanting and yes, even expecting from their father. Which makes it really obnoxious and one-sided when they’re implicitly painted as being unreasonable for wanting this, because a narrative or headcanon has just zoomed past “calling them on the phone and asking them how their day was like a normal person” as if it was never even an option for Bruce in the first place. Like it was just a given that he had to go full Operation: Periscope In the Plumbing to scout out their current state of health. And there was no sense in wasting time with like, an in person drop-in visit to say hey, haven’t seen you in awhile and I miss you and just want to make sure you’re doing alright and don’t need anything.

(Ever notice how many fics treat it as a given that Bruce always makes the kids come to him and this is normal and reasonable and fine, for him to never venture forth from his manor in search of them.....except in rare cases where its often almost framed as though a visit from Bruce is codenamed “I Can’t Believe I’m Having To Resort To Coming To Your Place Because You Won’t Just Come To Mine Like A Good Son Would?” Just saying).

But yeah.....the problem is never, and has never been, Bruce caring about his kids and being concerned and willing to go to any length to make sure they’re okay or be reassured of this.

The problem is when its implicitly treated as though Bruce launching operation SPY ON MY KIDS LIKE A GOOD DAD DOES as his step one is like, more reasonable and understandable and just BETTER...as opposed to......just being like “Alexa, call my kids” first instead.

Like....no. That is backwards. That is not Good-Dadding. That is Creeper-Dadding. Bruce’s kids are one hundred thousand million bajillion times valid for being like WOW COULD YOU JUST NOT in response to this, because aside from the whole issue of how “is this totalitarianism or just good parenting” should not be something that’s actually in question and needs distinguishing, like.....there is a very real, very understandable (and for some of us) very relatable element of “I am also feeling all the hurt and resentment that you’d rather bug my apartment or hack my phone than just fucking TALK TO ME LIKE A HUMAN BEING and treat me like you place a modicum of trust and respect on any answers I give from my place of Being an Adult Who Is Actually More Than A Little Bit Competent and Responsible, Not That You’ve Noticed Apparently.

Also, a good exercise here would be like, before deciding on a course of action for Bruce in regards to one of his kids, first imagining another character you aren’t as predisposed towards, like, deciding on that exact same course of action in regards to that exact same kid.

For an example, look at the time Tim left Gotham in Red Robin and wasn’t speaking to Dick, and how Dick still very much was concerned about him and wanted to check up on him.

Look at how even just Dick asking Tim’s friends like Steph and Cassie to check in on him for Dick was characterized by a lot of people.

Now imagine if Dick had been like “well, Tim’s not speaking to me no matter how much I try to apologize to him, but I’m still really worried and concerned about his safety and well-being, and also I am his big brother and I know what’s best for him....so I am going to bug his phone and ask Raven to spy on him magically and also maybe ask Superman to occasionally lurk in the bushes outside his hotel room and peep in on him and report back on his breathing patterns like a creeper BUT ONLY BECAUSE I TOTALLY CARE AND THUS NONE OF THIS IS UNREASONABLE.”

Like......hmm. Does that fly with most people? Would that go over at all well, or do you think that maybe Tim might have pitched the mother of all unholy temper tantrums upon hearing that Dick had done any of this let alone all of this....AND BEEN COMPLETELY JUSTIFIED IN PITCHING SAID FIT ABOUT DICK’S CHOICES HERE?

Would this be at all defensible on Dick’s side of things, even with it being 100% true and even taken for granted that he only did this because he genuinely loves his brother and was genuinely worried about how he was doing and hell, even IF it was genuinely a given that Tim was not going to give him the time of day no matter how he went about asking Tim to just check back in occasionally to let Dick know he was still alive and alright?

Or would it - even in light of all that - still be seen and construed as invasive, infantilizing and disrespectful of Tim’s rights to privacy and self-determination, not to mention his capabilities in looking out for himself?

Now......swap a few characters in and out of the key slots here.

Imagine Bruce in Dick’s place here, enacting any or all of the above or even actions slightly less hyperbolic but no less intrusive or boundary-crossing.

Would any of those actions be any LESS invasive, infantilizing or disrespectful of Tim’s rights to privacy and self-determination, as well as his capabilities....just because Bruce is his father and not his brother?

See what I mean?

Its never at all an issue that Bruce loves his kids and is concerned about their safety, nor is it actually untrue that his kids aren’t stubborn and headstrong.

The only actual issue is when its framed as though all of this means that Bruce skipping to “launch drones from Batcave” before he even TRIES “hit speed-dial on phone”....

Is both valid and necessary, and thus a sign of a Good Dad....rather than just Bruce’s own fears of being rejected or turned away by his kids. Or an example of his own flaws with interpersonal communication rather than evidence of his kids being completely unreasonable little assholes with a lifelong commitment to Suck It Dad, Yes Even IF You’re Legitimately Worried I Might Be Dead Right Now.

Et cetera, et cetera.

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wak-after-dark · 5 years ago

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Still not able to come up with an argument about the Epilogue treating Gamzee (the murderous corpse molester) better than Jade (sat around for 3 years with depression only to have a dog dick and then be abandoned by her friends) huh? Guess you're just an idiot and willingly sucking Hussie's dick for a job at Whatpumpkin down the line. Maybe write some incest porn like IPDG and you'll get hired.

Wow get a load of this guy.

Okay I should probably just delete your comments and not give you the time of day, but you’ve been periodically sending me this kind of ask, and I really have to ask, do you really, really believe you’re someone with some sort of Moral High Ground right now? Like I’m not even defending the Epilogues as masterpieces or trying to shove them down people’s throats. I am literally just enjoying the content the WP Team put out and talking about it, and you come to my Inbox, to spew this accusatory nonsense and flinging insults. If you can’t read the Epilogues in a positive manner, and think they’re dogshit, sure, go ahead, but you’re like, trying to act like I’m some sort of brainwashed sheep and you’re trying to make me see the light. Also “Still not able to come up with an argument“ very passive-aggressive there, I have talked about the Epilogues, my opinions and takes on them, and how I feel about the way they deal with characters at LARGE here, if you haven’t bothered to look for the info, and the several responses to some of your asks, then don’t blame me for it. But sure. Let me talk about every single point you JUST mentioned here like some sort of big Masterpost, and when you don’t agree with my point either way, stop fucking harassing me on Anon, seriously you alone have been making me consider turning anon off entirely, which all things considered may just be the healthiest option I could consider, but here I am!

Okay let’s begin with Homestuck proper. Gamzee is a Villain. He’s framed as such, people have constantly shown backlash against his character because he’s got fans that would like to see him redeemed, since a good chunk of his story happens with him brainwashed or mind-altered in some sort, but every time he’s shown to go back to doing awful things and killing people. He abuses Terezi, kills Karkat, and gets killed by Kanaya in return in one Timeline, and in another he gets locked up in a fridge, ends up in Caliborn’s planet, and trying to serve his Lord just gets beaten up, shot, left half-dead, until his final appearance in which he gets cut in half and absorbed into Lord English. Then, the Epilogues happen, and he becomes the butt of a joke about undeserved redemption arcs. His very existence in Candy is a joke that he’s not worth redeeming, actually, but tries to force himself to ‘seem’ like he has, despite ruining Dirk’s funeral, making Jake and Tavros’ lives miserable, supporting a Fascist ruler, taking advantage of a potential minor, and it all ends up with him being choked, killed, and his corpse being used as a Weekend at Bernie’s joke. Like... Is that really what you consider ‘good treatment of a character’? He gets away with a lot of bullshit, but he’s like. Constantly, and consistently, shown to be unpleasant, gross and awful. Like. He’s an awful person, and a comic relief, that does fucked up shit for most of his appearance, and I am not sure how any of this can be read in any sort of positive light. I’ve seen Gamzee fans MAD at how much he gets shat on.

Meanwhile, let’s take Jade. A huge theme of her character, sadly, is loneliness and isolation. I dislike that, like many Jade fans. She’s forced into depressingly helpless situations where she lacks agency or control over her own body, or the situation she’s in, and it’s shown affecting her greatly. I want my girl to be happy as well. So when the Epilogues came, and had her getting Callie-possessed, that was bad, it was like, AGAIN she gets the shaft. I want her to be happy and do what she wants to do and be badass with her powers! But- Oh wait, none of that is what you’re complaining about!!! You keep insisting on the Dog Dick instead of any of the genuinely heartbreaking things that happen to her. Jade has a dog dick. It is mentioned once in the entire Epilogues. It mildly affects her desire to have a child with Dave, but she doesn’t even shown herself that broken up about it, and had been looking about potential alternatives, even having Rose as a surrogate. There’s not a single joke made in the Epilogues about her HAVING a dog dick, nor any sort of isolation that happens as a product of her genitalia. Is it a weird choice to canonize that headcanon? Yeah! It kind of is! But this is also a reality where Obama and Dirk make out. And if someone is uncomfortable about Jade having a dog dick, or doesn’t like her being more openly sexual, then that’s fine!!! If they have a transphobic read on Jade, that’s fine!!! You can dislike it, and Homestuck, and the Epilogues, and the writers! But I, as a trans woman myself, and one who’s horny on main a lot of the time, liked the freedom Jade expressed to just do whatever she wanted with new partners on Earth C, and her seeming acceptance and lack of conflict at just, having junk. She does fuck up with Dave and Karkat, because she pushes them a bit too hard, specially Karkat, trying to use the Quadrant System to insert herself in a Black relationship. In Candy, this culminates with political tensions breaking Karkat away from the triad, which is bad for everyone involved. But in Meat, Jade states that they can tell her to just stop and she will, because she genuinely likes both Karkat and Dave, but their feelings are too deeply bottled and complex to just come to light. Does this put some tension in her relationship with them? Yeah! Does this ISOLATE her from her friends? No! Karkat and Dave DO still wanna hang out with her even if she’s a bit too much. John and Jade apparently chat online a bunch, and Jake seemed to have a good relationship with Jade before the whole Jane thing. She is close enough with Rose and Kanaya that Rose considered the surrogate mother thing. She has friends and ties! The major things that happen to isolate her is, Karkat leaving- Caused by Jane’s rise to power- Dave dying- Caused by Ultimate Self Timeline Shenanigans- And being possessed by Callie- All things outside of her control. I want her to get her agency back, but beyond that, her, as a person on Earth C, was not abandoned by her friends, and your obsession over her dog dick as a root of her issues and the bad stuff that happens to her says more about you than about the Epilogues in my opinion.

Guess you're just an idiot and willingly sucking Hussie's dick for a job at Whatpumpkin down the line. Maybe write some incest porn like IPDG and you'll get hired.

You know what? Yeah I would love to have a role at WhatPumpkin. Because I’ve seen the people working at it do other things, and I’ve seen their passion for Homestuck. The people currently doing Homestuck love Homestuck, and this is not up for fucking debate. As for the incest porn thing? Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you, and a thousand fucking times fuck you. Once again, trying to get some stupid moral high ground mentioning incest. “Oh look at me, I am criticizing someone for something they wrote years ago”, is how you actually sound, and that’s only on the surface. V from Homestuck was never confirmed to be ipgd. V got harassed, and ‘doxxed’ by dubious sources and, I believe, Kiwifarms shit was going on at that time, so that was extremely shady and shitty. And the result of them being equated ended with ipgd being told to kill themself because of old fic they’d written, which, GUESS WHAT, was actually a critic to the way Incest was extremely popular in Fanfic back then, written by ipgd themself, a god damn survivor of that same bullshit they wrote about!!! Congratulations! THAT is the kind of bullshit people like you pull. You just cling to some idea of what’s right and wrong, and end up hurting real people that’ve gone through real shit, instead of considering nuance to your actions and thinking that, HMM, PERHAPS I SHOULD NOT HARASS SOMEONE ON THE INTERNET BECAUSE THEY DID SOMETHING I DON’T LIKE OR HAVE AN OPINION I DON’T AGREE WITH! But nah, let’s go send death threats to people we don’t like, riiiiiiight????

My fandom wish for homestuck 2 is the characters are treated with respect but since every single one of the new authors hate women and only want dirk and jake as well as Dave and Karkat to fuck on screen while Vriska gets comphet child raped by gamzee why bother lol.

Like, I don’t even know what to say. Have you seen like... The rest of the work the WP Team is doing with Homestuck stuff? Addressing actual issues? Doing right by the characters? Acknowledging their fucked up stuff while also showing them in positive lights? A good chunk of the Team, too, is queer? Like if they were all cis straight dudes I could see your complaint but they just. Aren’t??? At all???? Even Taz, who’s probably the biggest Dirk-Jake fan around, absolutely wants the best for other characters, yes, Jade and Rose included, you are just too jaded and blinded by your perception of the Epilogues. Vriska and Gamzee... Yeah that’s iffy. I am not going to defend that, whether it was a mistake with the ages or it was just Gamzee being more awful, that was extremely nasty. There’s also like, suicide and abuse and dictatorship in the Epilogues though. All of this shit that happens is awful, but also it’s not PROMOTING it or saying it’s a good thing? It’s... Fucked up. Comphet though, I dooooooooo want to elaborate on that, because, while I do like the reading of Vriska as being more into women, she does show a near-consistent fascination for Nic Cage and, then, ARquius as someone with a similar aesthetic? Like don’t get me wrong, Vris-Rezi is absolutely the way to go and the healthy thing for Vriska, but also I am not 100% sure if you can gloss over every single one of her relationships with guys as Comphet? (Compbi? Since it’s Trolls) Not to say it justifies anything with Gamzee, that was just nasty. But I feel there’s nuance to talk about Vriska’s sexuality.

Hussie doesn't like his fans or care about Homestuck, how you can read the Epilogue and say the opposite it honestly insane and a complete bold faced lie. Any author that cares about their work would read someone demanding a character be given a dog dick and say no. Any author who cares about their work and their fans wouldn't have released such a purposely bad and painful epilogue and then demand payment for a resolution. Just give up. That's the moral of Homestuck. Give up. It's pointless.

Nah man, you’re just jaded and hurt and projecting. Hussie and the WP Team love Homestuck. It would’ve been so fucking easy to just stop doing Homestuck and move onto something, not even release an Epilogue. It’s like when Homestuck ended. People accused Hussie of a rushed ending with Act 7 back in the day, of disliking Homestuck and the Fans, of having just wrapped it up quickly, but like... If you want to wrap Homestuck up quickly... There were a million fan theories and endings out around that would’ve been so much simpler, easier and basic than what we got. The fact we got Act 7 and all it entailed, the shit the characters go through the Epilogues, of course a lot of awful shit happens, but like... Precisely? If you’re tired of doing something, you just wrap things up. You don’t set up new plot points and mess with the characters and push a new narrative outlook on something. This is the work of an experimental team that still do love the content and characters. Again, you return to the fucking Dog Cock like it’s the biggest sin the Epilogues commit. You haven’t even mentioned Jane’s fascism a single time, but you’ve mentioned Jade’s Dog Fucking Cock like fucking twenty times. Who the fuck cares about what sort of junk Jade has, the Epilogues themselves barely even care, it’s mentioned in the passing and it hardly affects a THING at all. You ask me how I can ‘read the Epilogues and see the opposite of what they say’, and I ask you the exact same thing, because despite all the awful things that happen, Rose and Kanaya keep fighting against tyranny in Candy. Kanaya realizes she’s been brainwashed and chases after Rose because she’s NOT giving up on her wife. Roxy explores their gender identity and finds new things about themself. Karkat gets to live his rebel leader dreams in one Timeline, although with a bitter split from Dave, but ends up together in a proper relationship in Meat. John’s arc in Candy about feeling isolated from a world that seems fake, before realizing his nihilism has hurt the people he cares about and wanting to fix it. Jake’s morale of ‘better late than never’, working up the courage to take Tavros away from Jane- And in HS^2, working as a double-agent trying to sabotage Jane from within? Jane’s been shown at her worst in candy, but in Meat she’s shown to still be redeemable, and that’s exactly what the team’s aiming to do, too.

Like... I can see all the bad stuff that happens. And I find the reactions of the characters to these awful situations are interesting, and the political conflict among friends and the pushing forward in such a dark situation, resonates with me, personally, and some of my own experiences? Not to say, the Epilogues are a Game Over scenario? They are a low point. HS^2 sets up to be the high point. Like... When Game Over happened, a lot of people were like “Welp, Hussie just killed everyone, lol, guess he just got tired of Homestuck”, despite the Retcon Powers being there as the obvious solution. Epilogues, lots of shit happen, and similarly there’s still like a hundred ways to build up from there to a satisfactory resolution? Storytelling can have low points you know. It hurts when it’s characters you care about, duh, specially when it plays into the weaknesses they already acknowledged but fell into again despite themselves. I see why so many people would dislike them and take a more negative vibe from them than they actually convey. But I am still baffled as to why people like you feel entitled to shit on the WP Team and send harassment and insults to people who do enjoy them. You’re not helping anything. You’re not doing anything good. You’re just being a dick.

As for the “demand a payment for a resolution”, they didn’t demand anything? I will be the first one to say that I don’t like the Extra Bonus for 5 bucks, and think it would be better if the Bonus got released like, a month or two after it has for Patrons, an ‘early access’ scenario like I do with my Patreon. And I hope they change this. But aside from that??? The Patreon is optional to support the creators because, it’s not just Hussie, it’s a big team, and they’re also using the Patreon to help them with other projects like Pesterquest and Hiveswap, because we live in a capitalistic hell world and need money to be able to pursue passion projects. The main updates every month- And twice a month starting February- Are completely free for people to read, still, the paywalled content still circulates around the community despite being paywalled, and other paid projects like, Pesterchum, for their scope and the amount of fun they’ve given me, they’re super cheap and worth it.

You ask me how I can ‘see the opposite the Epilogues say’, you tell me that I am an ‘idiot sucking Hussie’s dick for a job at WP’, you act like I am scum and brainwashed and there’s literally no reason why I should ever like something you don’t.

You know what I am though? I am happy and excited about the things I’ve been given! I am happy with the representation I’ve seen the Team push lately. I’m happy with the way the characters have been treated in Pesterquest and have high hopes for HS^2. And I am interested in the events of the Epilogues, while acknowledging that of course a lot of fucked up shit happened in them.

Back when the Epilogues happening and I was reading them, I was reading Candy at like 4 AM and was LOVING the fucked up-ness of the Timeline and wondering what may happen in Meat. I got a PM from a friend asking me to make a channel in a server I’m in, to quarantine Epilogues Discourse, and was genuinely confused as to why there was Discourse going on. I went through the rest of Candy and Meat with some dread waiting for some ball to drop and something to turn really controversial, and I finished them still enjoying them? Obviously there was a lot of awful shit. Obviously there was a lot of things people wouldn’t like. Obviously they were tales that likely alienated a chunk of the Fandom that was looking for a happy ending. But honestly, the unbridled fury and subsequent harassment of people over them is just plain embarrassing. It was confusing then, and it’s even more confusing now, well over half a year since their release, and still sending random Tumblr Blogs this kind of bullshit.

So there you go! All of your questions and your bullshit, answered! Now let’s get this out of the way: You’re not going to like my answer, you’re not going to agree with a majority of what I just said, you’re not going to CARE about any of what I just said. Spare me the fucking asks and anon hate. Just move on and do something productive with your time.

#Homestuck #Epilogues #Discourse #HSE #After Dark #Anon Hate #Long Post #Longpost

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writing-of-a-british-bitch · 5 years ago

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A Night At The Opera- Chapter 5

Fandom: Queen/Borhap

Specified gender: Female

Pairing: Brian May x reader/ John Deacon x reader

TW: threatening, brian is possessive, mention of a noose, mentions of violence, adam being a twat again

Genre: Horror ig?? ( based on phantom Of the opera)

Series: A Night At The Opera

Requests: CLOSED

Masterlist

A/N: sorry this took me so long, my darlings!! I’ve had no inspiration recently

Everyone was on edge. It had been a month since Brian's last appearance, but that did nothing to ease any tension between the band or the managers. Adam continued with his brattish actions, being favoured only by the two new managers. Probably because they had their heads so far up their arses that they couldn't notice how terrible he truly was. Despite their pushbacks from Adam, Freya, Dr Addams and Mr Goldbrooke, (Y/N) and the boys continued to work on new songs, using the savings earnt from their performances to try and afford an album. Deaky had yet to write anything, while (Y/N) and Freddie had already two songs each. Roger had already written a song, complete with all the backing music, called Modern Times Rock'n'Roll, which, in all honesty, was already sounding like a hit. But Adam, of course, seemed to think all the songs that had been written were absolute garbage, despite all his songs sounding like a 5-year-old had written them. Freya had even attempted to contribute. Even the two managers had to shake their heads, though.

Any time a floorboard creaked or something around the theatre made any sort of noise, the band would tense up and (Y/N) would freeze. Sometimes, it would take minutes to get her to move again. A bulb burst on stage once, and she had an entire breakdown, hyperventilating, knees pulled to her chest. Deaky had never in his life seen her so hysterical. She refused to stay late at night without one of the boys with her. She was paranoid whenever someone turned the lights off without any warning. Or when the lights flickered. Brian made her anxious, even when he was he wasn't around. But he still left those roses in Deaky's dressing room.

November 17th 1972

After nearly two months of intense, stressful work, Queen were finally able to afford an album. Freddie was completely over the moon, however, the recording tended to take over the rehearsal time for the show. Adam insisted that he couldn't drive to and from the studio and the theatre, because he'd been working too hard. Adam, as per usual, was lying to himself, much to the aggravation of everyone around him.

"Come on guys, we need to get back to the theatre unless we want our heads on a platter. Goldbrooke and Addams already hate us at the best of times," (Y/N) pressed the button below the microphone, allowing her to contact the boys in the booth. Freddie and Roger smiled at her, before beginning to pack their stuff away. A scoff escaped Adam's lips but Deaky, oh Deaky was giving her a look of being absolutely lovestruck. His eyes sparkled as his gaze lingered on her, even after she'd turned to chat with the man working in the studio. Deaky's normal rosy smile grew in size when he saw he lean back in a hearty laugh. God, he loved her laugh, even when he couldn't hear it. Adam smacked Deaky in the arm sharply, pulling his attention away from his girlfriend. Freya was sat on the couch behind (Y/N), scowling at her as she quickly skimmed through a cheap magazine in the studio. Adam shot her a wink through the glass that nearly made Roger gag. Freddie rolled his eyes, before walking back through the studio, wrapping an arm around (Y/N)'s shoulders, causing her to let out a giggle, especially when Freddie grabbed her arms, pinning them to her side.

"Roger! Come here!" Freddie yelled, ignoring (Y/N)'s fighting and loud, infectious laughter. A mischevious smile appeared on Roger's mouth and he ran over, taking advantage of the situation, and pressing his fingers into her sides. Adam glared at the bunch, his arm placed around Freya's waist.

"Is there a time where you three can act like adults?"Adam hissed, eyeing them as they slowly unwrapped from each other "The only reason she's here is that she's sucking John's dick."

"Oh yeah? And what about your little blonde thing? What does she do around here? I'm still a roadie, even if I'm not a techie anymore," (Y/N) shot back immediately, narrowing her eyes at the pair. Adam let go of his girlfriend, face red with rage and took a few steps closer, only being interrupted when Deaky strode in front of (Y/N).

"Get out the fucking way, Deacon!" Adam snarled, and Roger carefully took hold of (Y/N)'s arm, just in case she tried to lash out, seeing the way she was shaking in anger. Deaky was never one to get mad, but Adam just seemed to get under his skin.

"I'm not moving, Johnson. If you want me to move, you're gonna have to move me yourself, "Deaky replied so calmly, but every word was dripping with venom and bitterness. Adam stared at him a moment longer but shook his head. He turned, grabbed Freya's hand and stormed out the studio, going to wait by the van.

"I don't know where he's going," Freddie produced the keys, dangling them on his finger "Because I'm the one with the keys."

The other let out a collective chuckle, but Deaky didn't even crack a smile, a stern, disapproving frown on his lips. (Y/N) slipped her hand in his and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Babe, are you okay?" She whispered, her lips brushing his ear as she spoke. The movement made a shiver run down Deaky's back but he turned his head to look at her.

"Everything's fine, gorgeous. I just wish we could get rid of Adam. I'd much prefer you as our guitarist," (Y/N) giggled shyly at his response and shook her head, tongue between her teeth as she smiled.

"I don't see why Goldbrooke and Addams love him so much. But I'd rather you didn't lose the best performance opportunity that you've got," (Y/N) replied, squeezing her boyfriends hand tightly. Deaky allowed himself to chuckle, finally breaking his sulk "There's that smile that I love so much."

"As soon as we finish here in a few months, the band need to have a serious conversation about the members of the band," Deaky shrugged off her compliment, trying to ignore the burning blush on his cheeks, but she'd seen it. And the enamoured look in his eye. As long as he was by her side, she knew she would always be safe.

December 29th 1972

"Love, there's some post here for you!" (Y/N) walked into the kitchen, where Deaky was attempting to make some lunch, and wrapped her arms around his waist, mindful of the letters in her hand. Her lips grazed his bare shoulder gently and Deaky felt his entire body warm-up at her tender touch. Roger and Freddie were still visiting friends and family when she and Deaky had come back from visiting their own family. Rog and Fred were meant to be out until the 30th, so they finally got to enjoy some, well-deserved, peace and quiet with the loves of their lives.

"Oh really? What is it?" Deaky asked softly, continuing to chop the vegetable in front of him, shooting her a quick love-filled glance over his shoulder. Slowly, (Y/N) unwrapped her arms from his body and pried the envelope open.

"Dear Mr John Deacon, you have been formally invited to a New Years Masquerade at our beloved theatre, on the 31st of December, beginning at 7:30 PM, to celebrate a prosperous year. This invitation admits two people, but two ONLY, and you count as one. A mask and a dress/suit are required for you and your plus one's entry. Wishing you the best, Mr S. Goldbrooke and Dr R. K. Addams," She readout, eyebrows lifting slightly. She normally wasn't one for partying but a masquerade did sound really fun.

"Hmm, I wonder who my plus one will be," Deaky pondered playfully, pausing his chopping to turn around and lean on the counter, a smirk playing on his lips. (Y/N) folded her arms and pretended to look deep in thought.

"I do wonder. Perhaps you can take lovely, old Mrs Wallis next door. She'd love a bit of dancing," She offered, barely holding back her laughter, and Deaky's smile grew. Especially when he caught a look at the ring on a chain around her neck. He'd proposed a few days ago, but for now, it was their little secret. Just so they could enjoy the calm. So they could enjoy each other's company and that alone. Before all the questions about when the wedding would be or where or what kind of dress (Y/N) will wear or what flowers she'll have or who Deaky's best man will be. Before all the drama. It was just theirs. With that blissful thought in his head, Deaky grabbed her arm and tugged her to him, lips instantly pushing against her own. Their shared laughter was muffled but very much there.

"God, I love you," (Y/N) mumbled when they pulled away, pecking his lips quickly, linking their fingers.

"Believe me, I love you so much more," Deaky grinned, bringing her hand to his lips.

December 31st 1972

Glittery dresses and finely pressed suits were clustered together in the main hall of the opera house. Masks that looked much to expensive and an overpowering smell of cologne and perfume lingered in the air.

Knowing fully well, how many people would be there, (Y/N) and Deaky made a point of arriving nearly a full hour later, much to the annoyance of their friends and Deaky's bandmates. But as they made their way through the corridor towards the music, exchanging childish giggles between them, it didn't seem to matter. Their masks were left abandoned in their apartment, too distracted by each other. (Y/N)'s engagement ring still hung around her neck, bouncing as Deaky chased after her, laughter ringing throughout the corridor.

"Oh Deaky, think of it! A secret engagement!" (Y/N) grinned and Deaky smiled back, taking her hand in his own.

"But why must it be a secret? What have we to hide?" The pair had finally reached the party, which was already in full swing, dancers, that had clearly been hired by Addams and Goldbrooke, performing in the centre. A few eyes swivelled to the late arrivals. Deaky went to lean in for a kiss, but (Y/N) began to panic. They were in the opera house now, even if Brian hadn't made an appearance in months, they were in his domain. If anything happened to Deaky because of their affection towards each other, she might just die from guilt. So, with a biting feeling of pain, she pulled back, shaking her head.

"No, Deaks, please don't, they'll see," (Y/N) tilted her head towards the party happening before them but Deaky only laughed quietly.

"Well, then let them see. It's an engagement, not a crime. (Y/N), what are you afraid of?" He asked tenderly, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand.

"Let's not argue about this, I promise you'll understand in time," Without another word, she used their entwined hands to pull her fiancee into the crowd, instantly spotting Freddie. Just as suspected, he was wearing the most outrageous outfit she'd ever imagine,d just looking at it made (Y/N)'s wallet cry out. Roger wasn't far behind him, a girl on each arm. He hadn't made much of an effort with his mask, or his suit for that matter. It was surprising Addams and Goldbrooke had even let him in.

"Darling, look at you! You're a stunner if I've ever seen one!" Freddie exclaimed, slightly slurred, wrapping his arms around (Y/N) immediately, causing her to giggle quietly. Over his shoulder, Roger smiled and waved at her. The two girls on his arms began whispering to themselves and glaring at (Y/N) but she only rolled her eyes in response.

"You look so handsome Freddie!" Laughter escaped her lips at how sloshed he already was, while Deaky went to greet Roger. When they separated the hug, Freddie and (Y/N) spotted Adam and Freya atop the staircase with Mr Goldbrooke and Dr Addams, laughing between themselves. Lucille was also stood there, but it looked as if she were only there to be polite. Unless she was here because of Brian... no. She had to stop thinking about him. She wouldn't let him ruin her night. A hush fell over the crowd as everyone turned to look at the dancers, so the group fell silent, respectfully. Deaky found his way beside her, at the front of the group, watching how gracefully the dancers moved. It was delightful to watch and (Y/N) found herself enjoying the performance, more than she thought she initially thought.

However, just as that thought crossed her mind, the music died down, the dancers awkwardly stopped, and confused chatter overcame the room. (Y/N) shot a befuddled look at her friends but they only responded with the same confused expression and a shrug. A gasp of shock suddenly sounded, and everyone's attention became directed to the opening on the right set of stairs. There he was, towering over everyone stood near him, a black mask covering his the upper part of his face and that damned surgical mask covering the bottom part. He was wearing an all-red suit, and there was a full scabbard attached to his belt. Slowly, he began stepping down the stairs, the crowd of people separating as he got closer, fearful looks being exchanged. One woman even fainted into a man's arms, but (Y/N) and Roger was 100% certain that she had faked it. Even Brian rolled his eyes at the dramatics.

"Why so silent, my good people? Did you think that I had left you for good? Have you missed me, my good people?" Brian's taunting voice sent a shiver down (Y/N)'s spine, and she felt Deaky grab her arm softly. And it only got tighter when Brian turned to the band. Freddie and Roger instantly went into best-friend mode and stood in front of her, protecting her from Brian's unsettling gaze. "I have written you some songs, an album name, perhaps. A Night At The Opera!" Brian pulled out a long sword from his sabbath and Freddie had to take a step back at the aggression in his voice.

But Roger stayed put, narrowing his eyes at the opera ghost. (Y/N) felt her chest getting tighter and tighter and her heart pounding harder, faster as each second passed. The only thing keeping her grounded was the warmth coming from Deaky beside her.

"Fondest greetings to you all. A few instructions just before rehearsals start. Johnson must be taught to play not his normal trick of playing tasteless notes," Brian's sword was pointed soon at Adam, who froze, tightening his grip on Freya. The managers, Adam and Freya had all followed Brian down the staircase earlier, to watch in curiosity. Now, they were regretting that decision. "Miss Alfords must learn to sober up, this isn't healthy in a girl of Freya's age," Brian commented with a bitter voice, making it clear he didn't give a shit about her health. He then spun on his heel and focused on the managers. "And my managers must learn that their place is in an office, not the arts."

Brian sharply shoved his sword back in the scabbard when he heard scuffling behind Roger and Freddie, and pushed the pair aside to reveal the centre of his undivided attention.

(Y/N).

"As for our star, Miss (Y/N) (L/N). No doubt she'll do her best, it's true her playings good- she knows. Though, should she wish to excel, she has much still to learn, should pride let her return to me, her teacher. Her teacher," Brian glared at Deaky as he stated the last part and all around him, he could hear murmurs of surprise. (Y/N) eyes were cast down in disgrace, though, truly, she had nothing to be ashamed of. But then she looked up, and when their eyes met, Brian felt his breath hitch and his heart stutter tremendously, suddenly feeling like the teenager he hadn't been for many thousand a year. His eyes scanned her face, and he couldn't bring himself to believe the beauty she beheld. She'd entranced him. And he was more than okay with that.

Despite how much fear he bestowed upon her, (Y/N) couldn't help but allow herself to wrack her eyes down his form. He was gorgeous and for a minute, she felt pity for the pain and heartbreak he'd endured. How alone he must have felt. How he must feel. Her heart ached for him. She could see the softness in his eyes. The man he could be. The man the cruel world wouldn't let him be. She saw the love in him.

But Brian's eyes wandered down to the ring, hung on a silver chain, around her neck. And his expression hardened. His eyes grew cold. Before she could even blink, his hand grasped the chain and ripped it from her neck, a gasp being pulled from her throat at the harsh motion.

"Your chains are still mine! You belong to me!" He snarled, before storming up the stairs, and dropping through a hole that opened up through the ground. (Y/N) couldn't breathe, her eyes wide as saucers, blood pumping through her veins, her pulse throbbing against her skin. However, before the floor could close up again, Deaky ran past her and jumped straight in, soon being exposed to nothing but darkness and the hole slammed shut.

"Deaky!" (Y/N) ran forward, but Freddie and Roger surged forward, wrapping their arms around her and gently tugging her into a bear hug.

A dim light was all that was allowed, and as Deaky's eyes adjusted, he saw the room was made of mirrors. He jumped back in surprise when Brian appeared in the mirror and he spun around swiftly but was only met with more reflections. His arm lunged out in a fist, but he met only air. Just as he went to strike again, hoping to actually make a hit this time, a noose swung down, right before his face, causing him to jump back. A hand came to rest on his shoulder and he whirled around, entirely ready to attack, and came face to face with Lucille, a stern expression on her face. Silently, she took his hand and pulled him out of the room of mirrors, leading him down, seemingly endless, corridors.

"Miss Roberts... Miss Roberts!" Deaky called when she began to storm ahead as they came to the main section of the opera house, that he actually recognised.

"Please, Mr Deacon, I know no more than anyone else," Lucille dismissed quickly, turning into her office and sitting down. Deaky, knowing she had more answers than she was revealing, followed her and sat beside her.

"That's not true," Deaky deadpanned, linking his fingers on his lap.

"Mr Deacon, don't ask, there have been too many accidents," she brushed off, looking in the mirror and pretending to organise her desk.

"Accidents?" Deaky placed his hand on top of hers to get her to stop her fiddling, and she met his eyes in the mirror, before her eyes flickered to a photo on her desk of her as a young girl, with a long plait falling over her shoulder.

"Very well. It was years ago. There were travelling fair in the city- gypsies. I was very young, studying to be a ballerina when the opera house was just that. One of many. I was living in the dormitory in the opera. They called him the devil's son. They abused him, hit him and pained him just for the amusement of those that came to gawk at him. He murdered the man that watched his cell, while I watched, and we ran," Her eyes were saddened and she looked on the verge of tears at the memory "I have hidden him from the world and its cruelty. He has known nothing else of life since then. Except for this opera house. It was his home and now his artistic domain. He's a genius, he's an architect and designer! He's a composer and a magician. A genius, sir!"

"But clearly, Miss Roberts, genius has turned to madness," Deaky pointed, feeling sympathy for the elder woman. And even a little bit of sadness for this opera ghost. The hardships he'd faced. "I must get back to (Y/N)."

Deaky had never felt arms wrapped so tightly around him before, until that very moment, when he rejoined the now empty foyer. (Y/N) came running up to her fiance, a few tears in her eyes.

"I thought he'd killed you! I thought I'd- I'd-I'd never-" Deaky hushed her emotional blubbering and placed a hand on her hair and stroked tenderly, pressing his lips to her forehead.

"Breath, sweetheart. I'm okay. I'm alright, I promise," She looked up at him through tear-laced eyelashes. "Nothing's ever going to me, I swear. No phantom or ghost or man will ever come between us."

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