#dearest writing
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save a horse (ride a cowboy)
agent whiskey x f!reader
sometimes you get a little… jealous
words: 1.5k
warnings: smut, office sex, mentions of voyeurism
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You know your partner.
You know how he flirts with most people he meets, but you also know how he would never be unfaithful to you. But, you can’t help but get a bit jealous when you hear him tease other girls.
You checked in two women for a meeting with the Agent: an older lady and a young college student who both work for a private investigation company. You can hear the younger girl giggling through the glass door- giggling. You’re sure Whiskey is pulling his usual tricks to strike a deal with the ladies.
You find yourself gripping your pen harder than usual.
The meeting ends at precisely 4:35.
The women kindly bid their goodbye, but the younger’s face is bright red.
Frustrated, you input the time into your system.
You smooth out your pencil skirt and fix your hair when you stand up. The room is awfully quiet; you need a certain Statesman agent to break the silence.
The automatic door opens with a quiet swish, revealing Whiskey sitting behind his desk. He’s staring intently at his computer, most likely sending off emails to his fellow agents.
“Jack Daniels.”
Whiskey beams, leaning back in his office chair.
“Well hell-o little miss,” He drawls, slightly tilting his head to the side. He beckons you with one hand, and pats his thigh twice. “C’mere, sugar.”
You keep your gaze firm, even though you want to stumble over to him like a newborn deer and collapse in his arms. Your heels click softly on the polished hardwood as you approach him, and instead of slipping into his lap, you stand behind him. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you give him a little squeeze.
“Did you have a productive meeting?” You ask, kissing his cheek. A bit of stubble pokes your lips, but you don’t mind.
“I sure did,” He replies, smoothing the fabric of his pants.
You twist a lock of his dark hair between your fingers, and trail more kisses down the sharp line of his jaw. He exhales a shaky breath, tightening his grip on the arms of the chair.
“Were those girls nice, Agent?” You continue. Whiskey shifts in his seat, noticeably aroused.
“They sure were- sweetheart, may I ask why you’re interrogatin’ me right now?”
You hum, running your fingers over the knot of his tie.
“I’m sure if you’d given them the chance, they’d be all over you,” You comment. “I mean, who wouldn’t? That’s what happened with us.”
The corner of Whiskey’s mouth turns upwards.
“Is that what this is all about?” He asks.
You maneuver yourself around and slip onto his lap, straddling his thick thighs with yours. His calloused hands immediately fly to your waist, steadying you.
“Maybe,” You breathe, cupping his face in both of your hands.
“You and I both know that I’d never touch another woman as long as you’re with me,” He says. His fingers find their way under the hem of your pencil skirt, and his touch burns.
“That so?” You ask, trying not to melt at his words. He hums, turning his head to the side and kissing your palm.
“You gonna let me show you how much you mean to me?”
You nod, breathless, and kiss him.
His kisses are always sloppy, a little messy, but they’re so full of passion that you don’t mind. Accidentally, you knock his cowboy hat off of his head.
“Are-“ You whine when his lips meet your neck, mustache rubbing against your sensitive skin. “Are you going to lock the door?’
“Maybe I’ll keep it open,” Whiskey drawls between kisses. “I’m sure those girls would love to see you, squirmin’ like a bug on my lap. Or maybe that shy little intern- what was his name? Frankie? I see the way he looks at you when he brings up papers.”
You moan, grinding your clothed cunt against his thighs.
“Jack…”
You’ve given up on your original plan. Whenever his hands- oh, his hands, cup your ass, you lose any semblance of rational thought.
Whiskey pulls away, making sure you’re balanced, and fiddles with the top button of your blouse. You usually keep a few undone because Whiskey likes it, but it’s clear he wants to see a little more than what you’re showing.
“Just gorgeous,” He groans when he fiddles with the last button, leaving your stomach and bra exposed.
“C-Can you lock the door?” You ask bashfully, shivering when Whiskey’s fingers brush over the curves of your hips.
“‘Course,” He says. Wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you steady, he leans forward and logs on to his high tech computer. There’s a faint beeping sound from the keypad outside of the frosted glass door.
“Make me so fuckin’ hard, baby,” Whiskey groans, gripping your wrist and guiding your hand to his crotch. As expected, your hand brushes against the hard outline of his cock, trapped in the fabric of his jeans. “Feel that? S’all for you.”
A strangled moan falls from your lips, and you give him a gentle squeeze.
“Let me-“ You stop mid-thought and hastily undo the clasp of his belt. The metal clang interrupts the sound of your heavy breathing: the only sound in the office. Your hands shake as you fiddle with his zipper, and with a deep breath you pull out his cock from his boxers.
Whiskey moans deeply at your touch. He’s warm and hard and you want him inside you so bad.
“Stand up, baby, take off your skirt,” He orders. You can see him clench his jaw, most likely restraining himself from standing up and throwing you against the desk.
Your legs are shaky as you unzip the back of your skirt, pulling the black fabric downwards. Watching you with dark eyes, your partner slowly pumps his cock.
“Sit back down, princess,” He murmurs, patting his thigh with his free hand.
Damn straight, You think. I’m his princess.
“Jack, I- I want to feel you.”
You notice the way his dick has left a wet spot on his dress shirt- shit, now he’s going to have to go home and change, all because of you-
“Mm!” You exclaim when Whiskey’s rough fingers find themselves inside your panties, pressing against your swollen clit. You have to grip onto his broad shoulders while he massages your wet cunt.
You’re a little upset when he pulls his hand away.
“Soaked.”
You feel like the air gets knocked out of your chest when he brings his fingers to his lips, tasting you.
“So sweet,” He growls. “Sweet like a goddamn Georgia peach. Wish I could taste you all day.”
His words feel like they make your body temperature rise to a thousand.
“Whiskey,” You half scold, half moan.
“Fuckin’- wanna bend over the desk? Let me fuck you from behind?”
You shake your head, gripping onto the expensive fabric of his suit jacket.
“Let me ride you, Jack.”
Whiskey throws his head back and swears. You let out a breathy laugh; you, and only you, can have him wrapped around your finger.
“I’ll let you do whatever you want,” He blurts, cock twitching against his stomach. “You gonna ride this cowboy, sugar?”
“Yeah,” You breathe, and your thighs shake as you lift your core enough so he can slip inside you. Whiskey holds your panties to the side while he guides the tip of his cock to your entrance. The two of you moan as you drop downwards, your ass pressing against his thighs.
“Shit,” He grunts through his teeth.
You take a moment to catch your breath before moving.
Jack keeps his hands on your waist, but leans forward to chase your lips. You cup his face in your hands, mindlessly kissing him while you move your hips. He fills you up so well, stretching and stuffing you in a way no one else can. You’re no stranger to this, in fact you’re quite skilled, but your legs still burn from the effort. It’s nothing compared to the way Whiskey’s cock slides in and out of you, though.
“Just like that,” He mumbles in between kisses.
You clench around him every time your clit brushes against his jeans. You’re sure Whiskey can feel it too; he squeezes his eyes shut each time it happens.
“S’good, sweetheart,” He praises. “Ready to cum?”
You shout in pleasure, nodding vigorously. His fingers find their way back to your clit, rubbing quick circles against you.
Your whole body shakes from your release.
It’s embarrassingly quick, but Jack keeps mumbling “that’s a good girl” in your ear. He continues to thrust into you, his movements becoming sloppy and erratic.
You slump against his chest while he finishes deep inside you, hips stuttering against your skin.
“Ain’t never had a better girl than you,” He says softly, brushing the back of his hand against your cheek. You smile; he always gets soft after he’s with you.
Before you can respond, the computer lights up.
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but when i tried to love him i loved at the wrong time
this is a two for one spec inspired by this post and my long lost love trapped dads
any complaints about this fic can and should be directed to @evankinard who bullied me into writing this for her after i ruined her day with a single dm. love you bby <3
Eddie breaks apart a little the moment Buck disappears from view, lets himself feel the wound in his side as an excuse not to feel the big unwieldy thing unfolding in his chest like a colonising panic. He hadn't wanted to leave him, not after half an hour trapped in that smoky room clinging to each other to ground themselves in the reality they were trapped in, but Buck had made several stubborn and convincing arguments about Christopher before announcing he wouldn't move if Eddie didn't. Eddie had tried, had tried to get Buck out first, Buck who had just found happiness with—with Tommy, Buck who has always deserved to live. But Hen and Chim had come in with the clinical wisdom of paramedics and said a rebar through the abdomen was always going to take priority over a fractured leg.
Now, Eddie is rolled out of a collapsing building, leaving behind Buck—a bird with a broken wing, incapable of moving.
God, the noises Buck had made when he'd dragged himself over to Eddie's side. They'll be haunting him for years, for whatever lifetime he has left. Worse somehow than the first time with an entire engine on top of him. Except this time, Eddie couldn't hold his hand. Not now, but not before either because... Because that was someone else's job now. And like a laugh from the universe, Tommy appears just as Eddie reaches down to put the brakes on the gurney before Hen and Chim can get him into the ambulance.
"Kinard?" Bobby greets him with a grim-faced nod. "What are you doing here?"
"Heard you might need an assist from air support." He shrugs, but the breathlessness in the voice and the way his eyes keep jumping around the gathered 118 like he's only counting the one man not there reveals his nonchalance as the act it is. "Thought I'd swing by."
"Isn't that a conflict of interest?" Chimney asks.
"Fine, so I stole a helicopter again. Sue me for wanting to offer a hand." Tommy's face draws as soon as he stops speaking, and he glances back at the building waiting to swallow Eddie's heart whole. "How is he?"
"Holding in there," Eddie answers, voice tight enough to have Tommy really seeing him for the first time. "Think his bad leg is fractured."
"Shit," Tommy hisses, clenching his fists at his side.
"Yeah," Eddie breathes out. "Can't get himself out because of it. I wouldn't have left him, but—"
"He insisted," Tommy says, something entirely too knowing in his voice and his eyes. Eddie swallows thickly.
"And, well..." He gestures weakly to the rebar in his side, Buck's undershirt, now soaked through with Eddie's blood, wrapped around it as a makeshift bandage.
"Shit, Diaz." Tommy grimaces. "Shouldn't you be getting to the hospital?"
"He's refusing care until Buck is out too," Hen deadpans, pressing a new pad of gauze to his wound a little too firmly for it not to be intentional. Eddie just grits his teeth.
"Of course he is," Tommy murmurs. Eddie is too much of a coward to face up to whatever expression is on Tommy's face when he says it, so instead he focuses on the Incident Commander approaching Bobby.
"Site's been deemed too unstable," he announces. "No more personnel are to enter until we've found a way to stabilise it."
"My..." Bobby calms himself when his voice comes out in a growl. "My man is in there."
"And sending another man in there would be a suicide mission." The Incident Commander grimaces apologetically. "Sorry, Captain. That's an order."
Bobby turns his gaze back to the building, something so tightly drawn in him that it makes Eddie hurt all the worse. He knows without a shadow of a doubt what Bobby's thinking. He can't lose another son to a burning building.
And here, maybe this would be where Eddie runs back into the building and drags Buck out all on his own, maybe this would be where he finally gets to repay the favour for the gravel burn on his back, maybe this is where he'd get to redeem himself from the helplessness he'd felt just lowering Buck down to the ground. Except. There's a rebar in his side. Even with the adrenaline, even with the love... Eddie doesn't think he'd make it three steps before falling to his knees—a prayer in and of itself.
Instead, Eddie turns to look at Tommy. Tommy who is already looking at him, something determined and understanding and loving trapped behind the wildness of his eyes. A beat passes between them, silence saying more than they ever could.
"Bring him back to—" Me. But. Not to me.
Because that's not Eddie's place anymore. Eddie doesn't get to ask that of Buck's boyfriend. Eddie doesn't get to ask that at all. He's no longer the person that will be shaking Buck's pain pills into his hand and fetching him a bottle of water. He's no longer the person that will be wrapping Buck's cast in a bin bag for a shower and listening to him lament about the indignity of it. He's no longer the person that will be pulling Buck out of bed on his worst days to remind him that he's real and valued and loved. No, that's not his job anymore. But, fuck, Tommy's the only better man for the job.
"Bring him back to us," Eddie tells him then, and it feels like he's finally let go of the baton in the relay race, sure Tommy's got a hold of it now. And Tommy looks as wrongfooted by this as Eddie feels, but he nods anyway and grabs Eddie's discarded helmet from his lap, strapping it on.
"Kinard, no one goes in," Bobby warns him. "That's an order."
"You're not my captain anymore." Tommy only smiles and shrugs before sprinting towards the doors.
Bobby curses, but there's relief in it. Hen and Chim just watch him go with something hopeful on their faces. And Eddie. Eddie's eyes start to droop.
"Hey, hey, Eddie." Chim snaps his fingers in front of his face, jolting Eddie back into semi-consciousness.
"Eddie, we need to get you to a hospital," Hen says calmly, reaching for the brakes.
"Move me an inch and I rip this rebar out of my side," he says lowly.
"Jesus, anyone ever tell you you're a drama queen?" Chim huffs.
"Yeah." Eddie chokes on his next breath a little. "The man trapped in that building."
A solemn silence settles over them then. They redirect their attention to the doors Tommy had disappeared into, and Hen lays a grounding hand on his shoulder as they wait.
It's not long before Tommy comes stumbling out of the building, looking every bit the action hero Eddie has never gotten to be for Buck what with his soot-stained face and Buck himself slung over his shoulder, splinted leg bouncing against his sternum. Hen and Bobby spring into action immediately, racing to meet them. Chim just unlocks Eddie's gurney and loads him into the ambulance, raising him up just enough to catch a perfect view of Tommy lowering Buck onto his own stretcher with a kiss to his forehead. The ambulance doors close, Chim knocks twice, the sirens begin to whine, and they lurch into motion.
"Did you draw the drama queen straw?" Eddie asks to distract himself from the tenderness of Tommy's kiss.
"Higher ups are a little more serious about conflicts of interest now Buck is officially my brother-in-law," Chim mumbles as he works on getting Eddie's IV in. "But also I'm better acquainted with rebars than Hen, so..."
Eddie huffs a weak laugh as his eyes drift to the ceiling, the clean white of it stinging his eyes.
"Chim?"
"Yeah?"
"Tomorrow isn't promised to anyone, right?" he chokes out. He doesn't take his eyes off the ceiling, but the sudden silence in the ambulance is as deafening as the siren overhead.
"No," Chim says eventually. "No, it's not."
"But what happens if the person you love..." Here, his voice breaks. An almighty crack right through the middle. It sounds like the building behind them just came crumbling down in his throat. "What happens if someone told them first?" He turns to face Chim's wide eyes. "Should you still tell them?"
"I-I don't know..." Chim opens his mouth a few times, a fish out of water, before he makes a decision. He takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders. "But what I do know is." He clears his throat. "If you let a wound like that fester... It'll kill you, Eddie."
"Yeah." Eddie lets his eyes fall shut.
I can feel it already.
#sami rambles#i hope you like it dearest wife#and i hope you don't blame me for a fic you made me write <3#buddie#evan buckley#buck x eddie#eddie diaz#911 spec#tommy kinard#bucktommy#buck x tommy#911 fic#911 ficlet#911 spec fic#buddie ficlet#bucktommy ficlet#bucktommy fic#buddie fic
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you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹
as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.
he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.
almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.
you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.
it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.
— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —
the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.
you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.
the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.
a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.
you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.
bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.
"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"
things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.
"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.
you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.
the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.
"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"
but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.
if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.
regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.
"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."
all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.
he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.
curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.
they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.
"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"
bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.
you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.
beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.
you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.
your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.
suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.
bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.
"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.
it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.
and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.
#anon dear friend i am so happy you have enjoyed it !!! and that it has comforted you in some way !!#i am wrapping you up in a big hug and so is our bratty lil dragon🥹#this message was just so cute and i wanted to write more for you !!!#this is all for you my peach my plum 😌 thank you for being here and reading my silly things !! giving me a reason to share them !!!#how fuuuuunnnn i am enjoying him way too much LOL#he's a brat !! a biter !!! he does what he wants !!!#god this is going to become a thing on here isn't it LOL might as well start a tag because i have much more to say !!#the lil world-building i have done for this in my mind...you have no i dea LOL#thank you again dearest !!#he he he he said THIS IS MINE 😊#and by this he means YOU 👀#๑ remember me love: bakugou ๑#✿ willow writes#✿ ask willow#✿ thoughts: bakugou
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— how odd it is to find a fragment of the sun in the depths of such a violent storm.
#hello fellow togruta enjoyers#this is my dearest oc of all time 🫡 please accept a little sketch#his name is kaja he has an absolutely unhinged amount of lore !!!#forgot to post this because i was writing a 25k fic about him . happy autism awareness month#maybe i’ll ramble about him soon i love this guy so much .#oc: kaja#my art#star wars oc#sw oc#star wars#braving the tag . i haven’t posted art on here in a thousand years
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Lazy mornings w John price <33
Waking up with his head on your chest, snoring soundly as you softly scratch his scalp 4 him. Mdkxmkssjsjs waking him up w a soft call of his name and he stirs a bit b4 pulling you closer and mumbling a small “mornin’, dove.”
He’s the perfect thing 2 have in your bed on winter mornings bcuz he’s just so fucking warm ???? He’s like a walking heater and you shld def use tht 2 your advantage
Also little spoon bcuz I say so. Sometimes he needs some loving and 2 let his guard down, okay ? :(
#I can’t imagine writing anything fucked w him#he’s just. soft#at least 2 me#he def uses all sorts of petnames#like dove#or or or or love pumpkin honey dearest etc etc#posting this after my last post is silly ngl#cod mw2#cod x male reader#cod mw2 x male reader#captain john price x male reader#john price x male reader#cod mw price#price x male reader#captain price#captain price x male reader#🥩.necro’s thoughts
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Ensemble Stars! (Video Game)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Amagi Hiiro/Shiratori Aira
Characters: Amagi Hiiro, Shiratori Aira
Additional Tags: Fluff, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, ok its not really that angsty im not capable of that, Introspection, Character Study, Amagi Hiiro-centric, Kissing, Hugs, Established Relationship, aira being soft, theyre very in love as per usual, Holding Hands, why do almost all of my fics have those tags, its a lot of fluff. sorry. its my brand
Summary:
"Who am I?"
It's a difficult question to answer, Hiiro thinks. What are all of the things that make up a person? How would he describe himself to someone else? It's easy to describe someone like Aira, he thinks. He's come to learn so many things about him over their time together... but what has he learned about himself since he left home? What has changed? What is going to change in time?
or:
hiiro is a little bit afraid of the uncertain future, but aira is there to remind him he's already on the right path
#quin writing tag#enstars#ensemble stars#hiiai#aira shiratori#hiiro amagi#airaposting#hiiroposting#IM BACK BABEY#to my dearest hiiai nation i give you. more fluff#i love you. mwah#wahhh posting writing is so scary
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Until I found you
(steddie | 1.5k | mature | AO3 | Collection with wedding fics)
My dearest @thefreakandthehair, you were the first person I really interacted with in this fandom and your Winter Challenge was the reason I wrote my very first ST fanfic. You have a special place in my heart Lex and I am so glad, that I and all the others, were able to show you how much you mean to us with our wedding gifts.
I wish you and Billiam a life filled with love and happiness and the knowledge that you found something special within each other 💜
Most of the time, Eddie doesn’t mind being poor. Hell, he grew up with no money to his name, and as with so many things, you can't really miss what you've never had.
But sometimes he wishes that he wasn't.
Not even for himself, but for Steve. Because Steve? Steve knows what he's missing.
Before he came out to his parents, involuntarily, when they caught them making out on the floor of their living room, and they kicked him out of their house and their family, Steve had money. He could buy anything he wanted and never had to worry about affording rent and groceries.
Now, Eddie and Steve were living together in a small but cozy apartment in Indianapolis with their cats, Merry and Pippin. Steve was studying to be an EMT, and Eddie was working as a bartender where his band played regularly. They got by just fine, even though most of their furniture was second-hand, and they went grocery shopping on a weekly budget.
Their life was good. Perfect, in fact, if you asked Eddie. They had everything they needed, especially each other, which was the most important thing, a fact Steve never tired of reminding him of.
But that never stopped Eddie from wanting to give Steve more. Steve deserved the world and Eddie hated that he couldn't give it to him. He couldn't even give him the honeymoon he deserved.
If he's honest, he still can't believe Steve said yes. Especially after Eddie proposed at the worst possible time. Not during sex, which would have been bad, but not the worst. No, he proposed during a fight.
Steve was yelling at him, probably about something inane because he was tired and frustrated at the time, Eddie doesn’t even remember. And all he could think was that he would do anything to have Steve yell at him and smile at him and kiss him and tease him for the rest of his life.
"If you don't care, fine, but some of us —"
"Marry me."
"What - are you kidding me?"
"No, I have never been more serious in my life. Marry me, Steve."
"Are you asking me to marry you so I’ll stop yelling at you? Because I won't."
"Oh, I know. You don't have to. Just say yes before you go on?"
Steve had stopped yelling at him after that, too busy kissing him. They fucked right there on their kitchen floor, and Steve bitched about it the whole next day when his knees hurt. It was perfect.
Eddie wants their honeymoon to be just as perfect. But even though his uncle pitched in as much as he could, their wedding ate up what little savings they had. So instead of going to a beach somewhere and enjoying the sight of his husband in nothing but his swim trunks and lathering his gorgeous skin in sunscreen, they stayed home.
"Come on, it's not that bad. You know us. We wouldn't have left the hotel room anyway." Steve tries to cheer him up as Eddie sulks on their bed, wiggling his eyebrows in the way he knows makes Eddie laugh every time. It has the desired effect when Eddie snorts, but the thought of letting Steve down still lingers on his mind.
"Seriously, Eds. I know we don't have much right now, but we can always go on vacation together later. Right now, I really want to enjoy some quality time with my husband. So could you please tell him to stop moping?"
It's said with a teasing smile, so Eddie knows that Steve isn't really annoyed with him. But he's right, this is their honeymoon, even if they have to spend it at home. He shouldn't sit around and mope. He's failing at being a husband. He should probably prepare himself for the inevitable moment when Steve realizes that too and asks him for a divorce. Maybe they can at least stay friends. The thought hurts, a pang in his chest that he knows has nothing on how much the real thing would hurt. Like a supernova imploding in his chest, a black hole that would suck the life out of him. But he would try anyway. Not right away, but maybe someday, because Eddie can't imagine a life without Steve in it, even if it won't be the way he hoped it would be —
"I see you spiraling from here, Eddie."
Steve's voice is soft, as is his touch, as he cups Eddie's cheek with the palm of his hand. When Eddie looks up into his eyes, they are soft as well, filled with nothing but love. They look exactly the same as they did when Steve said "I do.” Just before he kissed Eddie with so much tenderness that Eddie could feel it in his toes.
"I just want to make you happy, Stevie. I don't want to disappoint you."
It's painfully honest, but they both worked hard at being honest with each other. Even when they screw up or when they think it might hurt the other. Honesty is the foundation on which they built their relationship, along with trust, respect, and, of course, love. And fantastic sex.
Steve smiles at him, and something about the look on his face actually brings tears to Eddie's eyes and his heart clenches in his chest. Fuck. He never thought you could love someone so much that it physically hurts until he met Steve. "I know, baby. I know. Wanna know a secret?"
Eddie hums and presses a small kiss to Steve's palm. Steve's thumb reaches up to gently stroke his cheekbones, wiping away the wetness that has begun to gather. "You make me happy every day in so many ways."
Steve kisses the tender skin under Eddie's eye, first left, then right. "When I wake up in the morning, way before you, sleepyhead, and you always kiss me, even when you're not awake yet."
He kisses Eddie's nose next, adding a little nip to the tip that makes Eddie smile. "When you text me throughout the day, just to share your thoughts and hear mine. Just to show me you were thinking about me."
Next, Steve's lips find Eddie's forehead, lingering, pressing his love into Eddie's skin, wanting it to get through Eddie's thick skull. "When you come home after a long shift, tiptoeing through the apartment, and making a ruckus anyway because you couldn't be quiet to save your life. And you slide into bed next to me, wrap me up in your arms, kiss the side of my face, and tell me you love me.”
Finally, Steve kisses him on the lips, first taking his upper lip between his own, then his lower, before slowly dragging his tongue along the seam. Eddie opens his mouth and Steve's tongue slips in, just like that, just a tease, not as a prelude to anything, but because he can. Because what's Eddie's is his and what's Steve's is Eddie's. Everything he has and everything he is belongs to Steve. His husband.
"You made me the happiest man in the world when you asked me to marry you. When you said yes in front of our friends, our family." Steve whispers in the minimal space between their lips, and Eddie sniffles, too happy to be embarrassed.
"I love you, Stevie. So goddamn much." Another kiss, as gentle as the last.
Steve pulls away, both hands cupping Eddie's face, his thumbs wiping away the last of the tears. "I love you too. So how about we start with the whole honeymoon business, huh?"
"What do you have in mind?"
Steve's smile is sweet, innocent, but Eddie knows his husband well enough to see the gleam in his eyes. He's in for a treat, his stomach fluttering in anticipation.
"Well," Steve begins, letting go of Eddie's face to tap his chin, "I thought we'd take our mattress into the living room, put it in front of the TV and put on Lord of the Rings. Extended Edition." The words sound like music to his ears, the perfect way to spend the day in his book, but it's hardly a gift for the two of them.
Steve is not finished, however. "That's 686 minutes. Wanna show me how many times you can make me come in 11 hours?"
Standing up so fast he almost knocks Steve over, Eddie pulls Steve into a deep, heated kiss. "Marry me, Steve."
Steve laughs. "I already did, stupid. I take it you like the idea?"
"I love it. Almost as much as you." They kiss again, unable to keep their hands off each other.
Eddie wonders if the impromptu blowjob that follows on their bed can be added to the final count at the end of the day. If so, it's nine times. Not bad at all, if he says so himself.
Steve seems to agree as they cuddle on the couch, both naked, satiated and sleepy, their legs intertwined and Steve's head resting on Eddie's chest, their mattress beyond saving ("Good thing the new one gets delivered tomorrow.").
"Are you happy, Stevie?"
"Never been happier in my life, Mr. Munson-Harrington."
#steddie#steddie ficlet#eddie x steve#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#my writing#check out all the other great ficlets in the AO3 collection everyone outdid themselve for our dearest Lex
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I always love a jealous tommy fic. There's so much to explore there. Did he and steve "practice" when they were younger? How does he feel now seeing steve almost blatantly hanging off of another man (eddie or billy, or both hehe)? It's so delicious that tommy in canon obviously assumed steve would always be His, that he was bound to be asshole king steve with tommy forver, and then steve went and changed. Replaced him with someone else. Discarded him. I love when it's so obvious that tommy didnt even maybe respect steve as a person, just the roll steve "the hair" harrington was and now, seeing steve be allowed to just be himself, shamelessly, with another man must make tommy's blood boil. He missed his chance
Tommy felt like he would puke.
There Steve was, laughing so loudly and sweetly with Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson on both sides of him, looking at him with such loving eyes that Tommy would love to rip them off and spit on them.
The three of them were hanging at their schools parking lot, Steve perched on top of his beemer as the other two leaned on it. The freak had clearly made some type of joke, because Steve was letting out a ’You’re so funny, Eds!’ as he tried to catch his breath.
The nickname made Tommy fume with rage.
Eds? What the actual fuck was Tommy hearing?
Four years back he and Steve would make fun of that guy, even bullying him a little when he started to wear those freaky ass clothes. People rumored him being into Satan or some shit and Steve and Tommy totally bought it as they laughed at him in the hallways.
And now Steve was throwing himself at the guy as he leaned towards him, hand lingering a little bit too long on the older man’s shoulder.
Tommy saw how Billy, the asshole who had dropped him almost immediately once he got to know Steve, moved his hand to rest on Steve’s thigh in a friendly way from other curious eyes, but Tommy could see through the bullshit.
He knows what those three are. What they do together.
They aren’t just friendly buddies who come together about sports and music and talk about hitting on girls.
They’re together. Partners of some sort which makes Tommy fucking sick in his stomach.
He knew Eddie was into guys the second he saw the freak, Billy probably too, but he wasn’t that sure.
It was only confirmed when he saw the way Billy looked at Steve the first time they showered together after PE.
Everyone looked at Steve once that way. With desire and want.
Wanting to have a taste of The Steve Harrington. Of the King. The rich pretty boy with the charm no one had.
Tommy knew it the best, because that’s how he had felt.
He had felt it when him and Steve had kissed for the first time, hands lingering on each other’s body when Steve had carefully leaned down and put those soft lips onto his.
Or when he had fucked Steve the first time. Those eyes so huge as they stared up at him when Tommy had clumsily lined his dick into the other’s waiting hole. And oh did those eyes go huge as Steve took him in so well, like no one has after him. How he had begged for Tommy’s name, told him he loved him.
And Tommy had loved him back.
Still fucking did.
But then he had fucked it up. Played with the other’s feelings, fucking up with his head which eventually made Steve leave him, his best friend, for fucking Nancy Wheeler. Things had broken that little head of Steve’s too many times and he had finally shattered, showing that sensitive and humane side of him that Tommy knew he was always hiding behind his King Steve persona.
The side he had hated. Because he liked it when Steve was mean.
He blamed the hits Jonathan Byers had given him.
That maybe those made a screw inside Steve’s head loose because how could he ever even think about leaving Tommy like that? After everything?
But he had.
And it made Tommy furious. Sad. Jealous.
Because that should’ve been him up there with Steve right now. Holding onto the boy's thigh and maybe kiss a little if no one was around.
Tommy would give him all the attention he needed. Would’ve fucked him so good no one else would’ve mattered. Steve would’ve never even thought about spreading his legs to Eddie Munson or Billy fucking Hargrove.
Just for Tommy.
”What’s up your ass?” Carol asked, focused on putting her disgustingly sweet lip gloss on, but not enough to not catch Tommy’s suddenly grumpy vibes.
”Nothing.” Tommy groaned out and took a bite of his sandwich.
It tasted bitter now.
Carol brushed it off, going back to chatting with Tina who was sitting beside her, oblivious to whatever Tommy was doing. Not like she really cared. Tommy was sure they’d break up soon, again.
Not that he’d mind.
He glanced back towards Steve and gritted his teeth when he saw the trio start to get in Steve’s car, all happy and smiley because they had ’so much fun’ together.
Ugh.
He didn’t miss how Munson patted Steve’s ass softly when he was bending down to the passenger seat and wait… what the fuck?
Was Billy fucking driving Steve’s car?
Steve never let anyone else drive it. He was too afraid to. Never trusted anyone else with it because his Daddy would get mad if it had even a small scratch on it.
Tommy never drove it.
And that pissed him the hell off, because Billy Hargrove of all people can?
The man with three fucking speeding tickets?
His blood was boiling.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the car.
Not even when his eyes locked with those big brown ones that suddenly looked worried when Tommy didn’t look away.
#I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS DEAREST ANON#I looove jealous tommy as well! Can’t believe I haven’t written him in so long#TOO BAD BABY BOY BUT STEVE GOT OTHER MEN NOW#steve harrington#tommy hagan#eddie munson#billy hargrove#stommy#harringroveson#metalsandwich#stranger things#my writing#prompt#ask#anon
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I’m having a lot of thoughts about super protective Steve right now, but I’m also having a lot of writer’s block so I don’t have the energy to actually set the whole scene.
I need Billy and Steve delivering pizzas and snacks to The Party (including the Corroded Coffin guys) to wherever they’re holding their campaign. Maybe somewhere in the woods because it’s aesthetic and the weather is nice, like out by Castle Byers.
The kids are fine with Harringroveson for the most part by now, though a couple of them (namely Dustin) don’t always get along the best with Billy. He tries really hard so it’s getting better, but progress is slow. He’s still detested by the Corroded Coffin guys (namely Gareth).
I love the misunderstood character trope for some reason. I love the idea of other characters hating Billy’s image, the idea of him, but when they get to know him as more than the asshole jock they peg him as, they realize he isn’t all that bad.
Maybe Gareth makes one too many comments about not wanting Billy there. Calls him an asshole and provokes him with the intention of validating his own perception of the blond. Maybe even goes as far as to insinuate that the only reason Eddie or Steve are with him is because of his looks. Something mean that’s said in a teasing tone, but hits just as hard despite it.
Billy doesn’t react with white hot rage like everyone’s expecting. He turns away and walks through the woods back to the car with a look of shame on his face, and Steve immediately jogs to catch up with him, lacing their fingers together as they weave through the trees.
Eddie stands there anxiously, wondering if he should follow them or if it’ll overwhelm his already upset boyfriend. He turns back to the group and looks pointedly at Gareth. Not angry. Just disappointed.
Which some could argue is worse.
“C’mon, man,” he sighs, gesturing vaguely. “You couldn’t be cordial until they left? He didn’t even do anything.”
“Made ‘em leave faster, didn’t it?”
Gareth’s tone is less sure than before, because after all, he isn’t a malicious person at his core. He’s clearly at odds with himself about hurting Billy’s feelings — he didn’t even think it was something that could happen.
Eddie just shakes his head and sighs.
“Well, you’ve poked the bear, so now shit’s gonna get testy.”
“What, like—“ Gareth gulps and his eyes blow wide. “Like Hargrove’s gonna kick my ass or something?”
At the words, Eddie laughs. Crosses his arms and sobers when he hears twigs crunch in the distance, a set of footsteps approaching once again.
“Not Billy,” Eddie whispers.
As if on queue, Steve emerges from between the trees. His jaw is clenched and his shoulders are squared. He gets eyes on Gareth before anything else, which has him scurrying up out of his seat on the floor. Ready to bolt.
Steve stops beside Eddie. Shrugs his hand off of his shoulder when Eddie sets it there and points an accusatory finger at Gareth. The movement makes him flinch even though he’s still a handful of feet away.
“I dunno what your fucking problem is, but you don’t say shit like that about my boyfriend when I’m around, you hear me?” Steve seethes. He eyes Gareth up and down like he’s sizing him up before he simply tsks and shakes his head. “You can find your way home in the dark for all I care, so don’t bother asking for a ride when the game’s over.”
He stares until Gareth nods, at which point some of the rage relaxes out of him. Only slightly.
Then he turns to Eddie.
“Get on the radio when you’re done?” he says much more softly. “I’m gonna go ahead and take him home.”
“Is he alright?”
“Yeah, but you know how he is.”
Eddie nods and cracks a smile.
“Big ol’ softie.”
“Mhmm.”
Steve mirrors his expression. Leans in for a quick kiss, then casts Gareth a final glare before he takes his leave.
Once he’s gone, Eddie huffs a laugh and intertwines his fingers over the back of his head.
“Jesus. Give him a while, he’ll get over it,” he dismisses. Glances over at Gareth, who looks about as startled as a mouse that’s been dropped into a snake pit. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“I dunno, you could probably speed up the process by making Billy a cake or something.” When Gareth furrows his eyebrows, Eddie shrugs and laughs again. “I’ve never pissed Steve off that bad, but I have hurt Billy’s feelings before. My boy loves him some chocolate cake.”
There’s a beat of silence. Then two.
They wind up having to wrap the game up faster than they anticipated, because the nice weather becomes a drizzle which becomes a pour.
Steve goes against his word and gives Gareth a ride home.
The next day, he’s standing on their porch with a Tupperware container full of chocolate cupcakes that say srry 4 b-ing an a-hole in blue icing on top.
Billy immediately shoves one into his mouth and Steve reluctantly forgives Gareth, meanwhile Eddie is laughing his ass off because he didn’t really expect him to take his suggestion seriously.
#harringroveson#steddilly#metalsandwich#billy hargrove#steve harrington#eddie munson#gareth stranger things#Billy being soft at heart is my dearest hc#also I love the idea of Steve actually being the mean and scary one of the three of them#because he’s the least suspecting#give me more pissed Steve#drabble#my writing#rushed bc I don’t have it in me to make a whole thing out of it#so you get my unedited thoughts <3#billy antis dni#also not a Gareth hate post I just think he’s a dick the same way Eddie’s a dick#they’re both obnoxious assholes
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Delphi darlin', I simply must know: What do you headcanon to be the brothers' favorite sex positions? Maybe pick up to 2 for each, in case you can't decide.
-SK😈👑
Sassy, my love, light of my life...You must be trying to kill me. Because, sweet hell, I about sublimated reading that. I can't even begin to describe how red my face is right now. But y'know what? That's okay. We're gonna have some fun on this most horniest of nights.
All right, kids, buckle in. Because it's getting hot in here, that's for damn sure. 🥵
(AFAB reader, mentions of somnophilia, breeding kink, mating press, exhibitionism, mirror sex, pegging)
Belphegor
Let's start with the youngest for once. Belphie is a sleepy boi. We all know this. He likes to let you take the wheel and do most of the work. Cowgirl/Reverse Cowgirl are perfect for that! He gets to watch your tits or ass jiggle while you fuck yourself dumb on his cock and he only has to put in the minimum amount of effort. It's honestly a dream come true.
Speaking of dreams, though...I also headcanon that he has no qualms with you waking up stuffed full of him as long as you have no qualms with it. And so spooning comes into play. Maybe he lifts your leg, maybe not, but he loves how well you respond to him even in your sleep.
Beelzebub
Beel knows he's bigger than you're used to. He knows that he could easily hurt you, and he never wants that. This sweet boy is going to take his time working you open so that you can take every inch of him. He likes to lay you out of the kitchen counter with your knees over his shoulders to start.
But it's when he takes you upstairs to him room and puts you in a mating press that he really gets worked up. It's the way he's able to rest his hips against yours, how his tip kisses your cervix with every thrust, the thought of filling you to bursting with his seed...
Asmodeus
He has his own bathroom for more than one reason. Asmo enjoys to have sex face-to-face in the bath. The intimacy, the warmth, the wet slide of your bodies against each other as you ride him or he guides your movements, he loves it all.
He also loves sitting you in his lap in front of the full-length mirror in his room. Having you watch where he disappears into you, how your fluids combine and make a mess of his silk sheets. He likes to watch how your tits jiggle with every thrust and the beautiful expressions you make when you moan his name.
Satan
Satan's a goddamn freak, okay? You have the option to fuck him in front of not one, but TWO of his brothers. He has no qualms. None whatsoever. I fully believe he'd bend you over the dinner table in front of God and everybody just to show them that he can. That said...he likes to bend you over. Tables, desks, study carrells in the library, the back of the couch in the HoL library (while Lucifer is in his office, of course), you name it. The best part? At least one of you can read while he does.
Jokes aside, Satan is also a hopeless romantic and I think he'd also enjoy lotus. Sitting with you in his lap, your arms and legs wrapped around him, foreheads touching as he rocks into you slow and deep...
Levi
Sweet Levi. He really, really, really wants you under his desk, sucking him off while he games. He's so red and stuttering so bad the first time he asks, but after that, he starts to get bold and will gently push you under the desk and spread his legs.
I also think Levi is another one who would enjoy spooning. Poor thing is so anxious most of the time that I don't think he'd be comfortable with eye contact at first. So, you facing away from him is the way to go. He can hold you close, maybe even wrap his tail around you, touch you to his heart's content, but he doesn't have to be nervous about you watching him.
Mammon
He likes to fuck you in his car. Full stop. Doesn't really matter the position as long as you're in his car with your pants off. He really likes to put the seat back and have you ride him, though.
Mans is also a massive switch. Like. Switchiest switch to ever switch. As such, he enjoys when you peg him. Either bent over his couch or pool table, or with his legs over your shoulders in bed. (Call him a good boy, too. He might combust.)
Lucifer
I'm probably gonna catch some flak for this, but this man is the horniest motherfucker in the game and he is ready to fuck as soon as you are. Whenever, wherever, however, he is down. Now, that being said...
One of Lucifer's favorite pastimes is spreading you out on his desk with the door open for all of his brothers to hear. It's especially fun when they've been a particular nuisance lately, as it serves the dual purpose of letting off some steam and punishing his brothers. All this with your consent, of course. He's a gentleman, after all.
I also think that Lucifer would be particularly fond of lotus or face-off. One where you can move at your pace and he can worship you, but that he can still take over if he wants. He thinks you're absolutely perfect and he likes to be able to show you. Face-to-face positions are perfect for that.
#obey me#obey me smut#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me levi#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me asmo#obey me beelzebub#obey me beel#obey me belphegor#obey me belphie#sassy dearest#cute moots#☆whispers from the wood#this took so long to write lol
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(OC art)
kinda needlessly redid Eadrya's (they/them) demon form design instead of working on any of the other things (why am i like this)
more info (hahaha .. ha .. long post woops);
their jaw is unhingable and their mouth can technically open all the way past their gills (?) with the lighter colored part being an extra flap of skin
they are widely known as the most powerful demon to exist (not counting their dead demon god who is only very rarely able to possess shargon if given right circumstances but otherwise dont exist anymore) to the point that they generate so much coreblood/energy that excess is constantly being emitted to the environment around them giving them an aura felt even by humans (it generally has no drawbacks ... unless you later have to deal with demon hunters that use devices to detect demonic energy bc it kinda turns you into a lighthouse for them..)
that fact also means they pretty much never have to eat or rest, though they are one of the very very few demons willing to eat other livings things and able to digest it (most demons cannot)
they are one of seven Lords, the Lord of Water specifically, and are very proud of that and, while acting like they dont care about anything or anyone, do probably the best job at keeping their world intact and other demons safe than anyone else- Eadrya is also kinda obsessed with strength and thus hates Shargon to the point of having attempted to murder him several times, not just bc he is so weak but mainly bc they think he selfishly took the title of King to essentially doom them all
(since that title, only able to be given of demons with the core element of lightning, means that demon must be the one to go into battle alone for the protection of their world as the first line of defence, bc if the strongest demon, able to invoke their god, can defeat a threat alone theres no need to endanger anyone else, and if the king fails and the six remaining Lords cannot do the rest it was a lost battle to begin with--- the six Lords (not counting the King who starts as a Lord if none of the other accept them) also serve as a sort of council, and to put it bluntly, 'battery' for their god-
see, every demon naturally only has one main element, the Lords, if they accept the King as such, can lend the King part of their power enabling them to use more than one, with each acceptance their gods connection to the King gets stronger, and if it is summoned, will constantly siphon off (?) the strength of the Lords- which can kill them if its active for too long
MEANING that with Shargon being so unfit for that role it not only puts them all in danger, it also means all responsibility falls on them) a title like that cannot be undone once one accepts it, so alot of them, while not actively wishing harm upon him, hope a little that Shargon dies and a better King can be chosen
Eadrya, especially for the first part of the story, is an antagonist, and kinda an ass to everyone, the typical powerful, loud and mean guy that despite being never nice to anyone still does good, the only ones they really care about is Thor, an almost equally strong lightning demon and childhood friend who is also the only one Eadrya will listen to and due to Thors pacifist ideals always stops their outbursts, and Jyothi, Shargons daughter, who is a prodigy of a wind demon and has started to learn from Eadrya, much to Shargons dismay
generally they are way less mean to children and a surprisingly good and patient teacher ... if they are willing to teach you
(alot of their problems stem from a deep fear of being powerless and left alone- they dont think of themselves as highly as it seems and are actually very lonely- thinking that no one could actually genuinely like them for who they are and just does their bidding bc of their strength, of the fear they can instill in others-- they became a Lord at a horribly young age, not even having learned how to change form yet, and saw their parent, the previous Lord of Water (titles are not inherited, this was coincidence), slowly waste away with a strange disease, not even really understanding what was happening and after their passing spend months at the side of their corpse all alone)
they later have a character arc (that is horribly underselling it but i do not want to make this post any longer lol) and join the main group, one of my fav OCs of them all and the most detailed story and arc (god its so good i wish i could just show you all the movie in my head argh) besides Shargon :3
#ganondoodles#art#artists on tumblr#ocs#original character#oc art#monsters#i spent an hour writing this all#who even reads this#just wanted to give some character details and BAM devolves into short versions of alot of lore and story#its so late........... i wanted to get the other painting done but then suddendly#did this instead#my other oc blorbo ............ my dearest big baby lad#long post#sorry .........................................
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javier peña x f!reader
after a night out, you’re too impatient to go home.
words: 1.6k
warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), semi-public sex (no one sees you two)
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You should’ve expected Javier to get distracted.
He can barely keep his eyes off you on a normal day, so that’s especially hard when you’re all dressed up for a night out.
Javi had his hands on you the moment you stepped into your dress, when you were doing your makeup, and when you were trying to dry shave a spot you missed on your ankle. You had scolded him, but that didn’t make a difference. He kept trailing behind you, ignoring his own needs to shower just to touch you.
You made it out the door with only 5 minutes to spare.
“Have I told you how good this dress makes your ass look?” Javier mumbles in your ear as you walk down the cracked sidewalk. You roll your eyes, but his words send a shiver down your spine.
“Hush,” You scold as the bar comes into view. The last thing you want is Steve and Connie hearing anything your overly eager boyfriend has to say.
With the hand you’re not holding, he waves at the couple standing against the weathered brick.
Steve, who is much taller than you would have thought, smiles and gives you a curt nod.
“Steve, Connie, this is my girl,” Javier introduces, moving his hand to the small of your back. You shake their hands, blushing from being called his girl.
“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Steve says, tucking his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “Javi talks about you a lot.”
You blink, surprised. Javier has never been the most… open type. Your boyfriend scratches the back of his neck, a little embarrassed.
“All good things, I hope,” You laugh, teasingly poking Javier in the side. He, much to your amusement, squeezes your ass.
The bar is hot and stuffy inside, and you’re glad you left your sweater at home. Javier takes you by the hand and guides you to a table in the corner; the chairs are wobbly and the table is a little small. Like the gentleman he is, Javier pulls out your chair for you.
The four of you get along well: better than expected, actually. Steve keeps looking between you and Javi with a smug look on his face, and it’s not until you actually look over at your partner that you realize he’s looking at you like he’s in love.
You go through drinks quickly, despite them being mediocre at best. The music and the atmosphere makes them go down easier, and you end up laughing so hard it hurts.
As the night drags on, Javi’s hand travels farther up your thigh.
Eventually Steve and Connie finish what they’re drinking and bid their goodbyes. You promise yourself that you’ll try and get together again; you had fun, and Javi needs to get out more.
You’re nearing the end of your fifth drink and Javier’s hand is slipping under the hem of your dress when an upbeat note has the bar in an uproar.
“Jav, it’s our song!” You exclaim, nearly knocking over your beer in excitement. Javier squeezes your thigh as the familiar tune plays over the speakers: it’s the song you danced to on your first date. “C’mon, let’s dance!”
Javier chuckles to himself when you grab his hand, pulling him out of his seat and to the dancefloor. You’re relieved to see that it’s packed; Jav tends to get a little handsy when he’s this many drinks in.
With a smile, he spins you around, resting his hands on your hips.
“I must look like the worst dancer in the world next to you, mi amor,” Javier quips, moving with the sway of your own body. Draping your arms over his shoulders, you roll your eyes.
“You’re a great dancer, Javi,” You reply. The back of his neck is damp with sweat, but you don’t mind. He laughs, warm breath hitting your neck.
You get lost in the music and the movement of Javier’s body until he orders you to turn around. The grip on your hips tightens and you smile to yourself. Predictable Javi. He’s always been an ass man.
He presses feather-light kisses to your neck, giving the skin of your neck little nips. You’re more grinding on each other than dancing, but you can’t complain. Not when Javier is moving against you like it’s the most exciting thing he’s ever done.
Suddenly, his hips jerk forward, letting you feel the hard outline of his cock against your behind.
“Someone’s excited,” You tease, pushing back against Javi. He groans in your ear, breathing heavy.
“You say that like you don’t love it too,” He bites back, dragging his hands up and down the curves of your hips. “Why don’t we get back home, yeah?”
You exit the bar in a drunken stumble, gripping onto Javier’s arm as you make your way back to the car. You can tell by the way he walks his arousal is uncomfortable, and you so desperately want to pull him to the side and take care of it.
Wait.
“Jav, do you have your gun on you?” You ask, coming to a halt. His eyes dart around the street, worried. You place your hand on his chest to calm him. “No, no, nothing’s wrong.”
“I- I always have it,” He stammers. “Why?”
You glance over to the nearest alleyway, which is flooded with darkness.
“Well, I think we need to get this taken care of,” You whisper, dragging your hand over the hard length concealed by his jeans. “Besides, I doubt it’s safe to drive when you’re this horny.”
Javier Peña has only blushed a few times in his life, and this is one of them.
“Fuck,” He huffs. You laugh, satisfied.
“It’ll be quick,” You continue. His face scrunches up in pleasure as you keep rubbing him through his jeans. “Just fuck my face and we’ll get home so you can taste me.”
You can see the way he clenches his jaw in response to your words. For as much dirty talk dishes out, he has a hard time taking it from you.
“You little slut,” He spits after a beat of silence, gripping onto your wrist and pulling you into the dark alley. He only walks this fast when he’s working, or, apparently, when you’re about to suck him off in the hot Columbia air. Once you’re deep enough in the alley, he slams you against the brick of the building. Your skin stings from the scrape of the brick, but Javi’s fingers trailing over the inside of your thighs distract you from it.
“Jav…” You groan when he slips his hand under the hem of your dress, feeling your cunt through your panties.
“Fuckin’ soaked,” He grumbles. “Just the thought of suckin’ me off out in the open like this gets you wet, huh?”
You nod, unable to speak. Javi glances quickly at both ends of the alley before pushing you down by your shoulders.
It’s downright filthy: all of it. You have to squat so your knees don’t touch the dirty ground, and Javier slips his dick out through the zipper in his jeans. He keeps his belt loose around his waist so his gun doesn’t slip down the back of his pants.
You give the tip of his cock a few gentle, tentative licks, savoring the taste of him on your tongue. Javi groans, deep and pleasured, bracing himself on the brick wall with his arm. His free hand strokes your hair, and you’re sure he’ll start pulling it when you take him down your throat.
You don’t want to go there just yet, so you place sloppy kisses down his shaft.
“Ah, shit,” He hisses, tightening his grip on your hair. “Lemme- take me in your mouth, corazón.”
You look up and give Jav a mischievous smirk. With the flat of your tongue, you lick a broad stripe up the underside of his cock. He curses again, and you can feel his length jump against your tongue.
When you finally take him almost all the way in your mouth, you can feel how Javier relaxes.
“Ngh, yeah, just like that, sugar,” He babbles, hips stuttering and forcing him deeper into your throat. You keep yourself from gagging and continue to suck and lick him the way you know he likes. You can see how he’s fighting between keeping his eyes open to watch you, and scrunching them closed in pleasure.
You can feel a burn in your thighs from your position, but you don’t really care, because Javi is hot and thick on your tongue and he’s cursing like a sailor from you.
“C-Close,” He grunts out, now slightly moving his hips to drag his cock in and out of your mouth. You pull off of his cock with a slick pop, pumping the warm flesh as you look your boyfriend straight in the eyes. He makes a disgruntled noise, slowly fucking into your fist.
“You’re close?” You tease. “Come on, Javi. I know you can do it. Cum in my hand. Cum for me.”
Javier moans, and with a single thrust of his hips, he’s cumming onto the pavement.
You continue to jerk him through his orgasm, letting him ride out the aftershocks of it. Once his breathing slows down, you bring your hand up to your mouth and taste his release.
“Fuck,” He swears, fumbling with his belt and tucking his soft cock into his pants. “Can’t take you anywhere, can I?”
You laugh as he helps you up, steadying you by your waist.
“Now,” He continues, voice dropping. “What did you say about letting me taste you, hermosa?”
#javier pena x reader#javier peña x reader#narcos#smut#javier peña smut#pedro pascal x reader#dearest writing
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why do I feel like you have a breeding kink 🤨
(No hate, just something I noticed when reading your works lmao, I love ur writing and you do an absolutely fabulous job!!)
Fork spotted in kitchen. (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
It's just so fun to write about in yandere. The fact that a fictional character would be so obsessed with their darling that they'd go to the extreme of knocking them up is so :O omg!!!!!! It's not enough to just love darling; they have to tie you to them through way of pregnancy whether you want it or not.
I feel like this meme right now because my Luxe Couture Azul fic involves breeding........... ;;;;; I couldn't resist the temptation of writing about alpha Azul breeding you. orz
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*holds you by shoulders*
WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE THING ABOUT 1082 I WAS SURE IT WAS SHIPPY THING AND NOW I NEED TO KNOW
*starts sobbing while slowly falling to my knees*
…….please
I SAW THIS YESTERDAY NIGHT WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO FALL ASLEEP AND I JUST WOKE UP EARLY TO REPLY BECAUSE I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR AGES FOR THIS QUESTION I AM GOING TO KISS YOU ANON-
I do love and adore the shippy part of 1082 because I am a very intense Shuggy shipper and I had been waiting to read their break-up for sooo long. But it's not exactly what made the chapter life-changing for me, tbh.
Buggy's speech is... Is incredibly beautiful and encouraging. It explains so much about his character, the dynamic he has with Cross Guild, and why he's so resentful toward Shanks. Throughout the manga, we've seen him in serious moments, yes, but usually, Buggy is pretty much used for comedy relief more than anything. This is one of the first times we've seen Buggy realize the position he has now and say "Fuck it. Already on the verge of dead for these two, might as well do something with this shitty situation because for once, I have the opportunity to be brave and be more than what people think of me". There's literally nothing stopping him right now, and he prefers to risk his life enraging Crocodile and Mihawk than letting this opportunity of showing who he truly is slide.
And tbh, we haven't seen them ever since (I am starving please-) but I am really hopeful his speech somehow makes Crocodile and Mihawk have a little tiny itty bitty of respect for him at least. Because out of the three? Buggy is the one who deserves the title of pirate more.
Mihawk and Crocodile don't have dreams or ambitions and see pirating as a business. Even when Crocodile did have ambitions (remember when the silly rubber guy destroyed all of his dreams that was a funny arc haha) his whole personality has always been more of a mafioso than anything. Mihawk is a simple man and is bored with life being at the top of the top, he clearly wants something interesting to happen but doesn't see any use in looking for it himself. They care about their commodities and wealth. But out of the three, Buggy is the one who had to give up on his dream and now he has the opportunity to fulfill it.
"How can you call yourselves pirates with schemes like that?! You're doing it all backwards!! [...] Way back when... What did you guys want to be?! [...] I wanna be king of the pirates!! Wealth? Power? Why stop there when we can have it all?!"
This is something a real pirate would say. He talks like Roger here, I am going to curl up and cry don't look at me-
What I like about One Piece is the constant use of themes like dreams and freedom etc, etc... That's something we all know. But you wouldn't expect it coming from Buggy, of all people. And I think I'm pretty fond of him being brave and finally acting upon what he truly wants to do. What makes it great is that you have this comedy relief character standing up for his dream in front of clearly two other antagonists that have control over him in, well, strength and everything. But Buggy has something they don't and it's so, so much ambition and a dream that could be considered childish but it's the representation of freedom and doing things because you want to follow your heart. This is kind of why I always say Luffy would be more fond of Buggy if he knew the whole story and would probably support him a lot--
What I like the most about this chapter is both Buggy's character development through a speech + flashback and Mihawk and Crocodile being completely stunned by it because they weren't expecting this to happen from Buggy of all people. I know I sound like a broken record but I really, really, want them to respect Buggy a little bit more after this. Also, Buggy doesn't do this only to announce he's going to follow his dream now that he's on equal footing with Shanks. He does it because the other two mention needing overwhelming power over the rest. Buggy isn't stupid and knows how manipulating people works. The thing that makes pirates work harder isn't money, it's a dream. And there's nothing a pirate desires more than the One Piece, so that's kind of why he announces it publicly. First, to establish power, and second, so that way Mihawk and Crocodile don't get rid of him because seriously, Buggy is a better boss than these two because their followers appreciate him and don't feel forced to follow him.
Not to mention that the whole thing also shows more of Buggy's relationship with Roger and how left out he felt because people thought highly of Shanks instead of him. But Buggy, even if he was jealous, was willing to follow Shanks despite his feelings because he accepted being less worthy of respect than him. Shanks shone brightly and Buggy decided that, even if he wanted to be seen like that too, he'd give up on his dream and support Shanks instead because at least they'd do this together, just the way they did everything back at the time.
But then Shanks hesitates, and I think that's Buggy's last straw because he sees giving up going for the One Piece as something disrespectful to their captain (dad) and thinks it's unfair that Shanks is so respected by everyone even though the one wanting to follow their captain's steps right away is him. It's honestly frustrating. And then you understand better why Buggy is angry at Shanks-- Yeah, he made him eat the devil fruit and lost the map because of him (not really but whatever), but the way I see it that's just a metaphor for the real reason why Buggy is so resentful. Shanks' existence, even if it was not on purpose, made Buggy feel so powerless he gave up on his dream. And eating a devil fruit means the sea hates you and you can't have any independence in the pirate world, and losing the map is kind of like losing the only thing that guides you. He left Buggy with nothing and let him carry the burden of a lost dream.
This is funny because Shanks did absolutely nothing wrong and everything is a product of jealousy and miscommunication, but I understand why Buggy blames Shanks and this chapter makes it clearer and explains it perfectly.
Basically, it's such an amazing chapter for Buggy's character and it's definitely my favorite for him specifically. Although the flashback does wonders for my Shuggy heart.
Also, adding more points for the revolutionary plot in the end and Sabo showing up because I adore him <3
#also for people who have given up on their dreams because their ex bff was better at fucking everything and now they feel worthless#this is their roman empire okay#definitely not projecting haha this has absolutely nothing to do with me relating to buggy here i swear#i love him quite a lot <3#i could talk more about this chapter tbh this is a summary and mix of my thoughts but uhhh yeah i don't want to write a whole book rn#but this is my dearest most favorite and precious chapter#also sabo is really cute with koala at the end and i appreciate that a lot#one piece#buggy the clown#shuggy#op chapter 1082#cross guild
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꩜ Room Content: GN! Reader x GN! Yan! Sydney the Faithful, no gendered terms used for reader or Sydney, nsfw bulleted point towards the end where reader tops and chokes Sydney, unhealthy relationship from Sydney, worshipping, lmk if I missed out anything !
꩜ A/N: This is so all over the place my bad LOL anyways some quick thoughts on how yan!Sydney the Faithful would play out, I also have thoughts about how it'd be like once the relationship has corrupted Sydney into their Fallen development but those r thoughts for another day orz...
- Started out as something harmless and cute, you spent so much time with them and you're one of the nicest people they've met in school so far, you’re probably their first crush ever !
- And when you reciprocate their love confession, those euphoric firework feelings never really fizzle out
- As your relationship progresses, you become all they can think about, be it while stamping the overdue books during their morning library counter duties or during mass
- Their eyes wander to where you’re seated at the end of the pew, next to some other initiate. Maybe you’re talking to them, maybe you’re just quietly listening to Jordan, but neither stop a strange new emotion from bubbling up in them
- When they see Jordan push the bread into your mouth, something in them twists. They’re not sure if they want to be the one to gingerly press the bread onto your tongue or if they want you to be the one to do the same to them
- If you took Jordan’s place, would they be able to hold back from enveloping your fingers in their mouth? To stop themselves from savouring you as if you were holier than anything in the temple itself? Sydney has to shake to clear away the thoughts, which catches your eye and, heavens above, what wouldn’t they do to keep your gaze upon them for a second more?
- Also thinking about a Devotion meter that serves as something like Kylar's Jealousy meter
- But unlike Kylar, they're more self-assured in your love for them. If anything, the more you remain steadfast in your relationship with them when others try to steal your attention away, the faster their devotion accumulates. (It’ll be even worse if you had an angel transformation, what’s stopping them from believing you should be worshipped?)
- Both Sirris and Sydney know about your living circumstances so it's not terribly difficult to convince their parent to let you stay over for a night or two when they come to pick Sydney up at the temple. Besides, Danube street and the orphanage are so close to each other, it’ll be no trouble at all!
- And if they take your hand into their clasped ones in the middle of the night, knelt at the edge of the bed while you’re asleep, feverishly praying for salvation for the both of you, surely you wouldn’t mind
- They find themselves rubbing at their holy pendant a lot more these days when they think about you. (When their thoughts stray into more inappropriate unholy territories, they fantasise about you wrapping the cord of their pendant around your hand to use it as leverage while you pound into them, the sensation of being choked by you might just send them to heaven ♡)
- Perhaps they need to bring you to the prayer room to fully show how much they need to worship you + + Devotion
Thanks for reading! Consider supporting me on kofi if you enjoyed this or check out my other works hehe ♡
#📜.qi writings#📜.qi rambles#yandere#degrees of lewdity#dol#dol x reader#yandere dol#sydney the faithful#dol sydney#dol sydney x reader#yandere dol sydney#yandere x reader#not... super sure if I'm happy w this since it's super rough but then again my bullet point thoughts r meant to be rough ig??#maybe I'll string this into a fic one day#anyways my dearest dol mutuals feel free to like add on any yan!sydney thoughts <33#really wanted to bring out the religious kid's first crush gone wrong (gone yan) kind of vibe#idk if it's clear enough#hmm
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True love is stored in the book dedication, immortalising how deeply they've impacted your life and screaming out to the world: "I wouldn't have made it without you! I love you!"
#this one's about my dearest#aesthetic#true love#writeblr#writing#bookblr#booklr#poetry#author life#dark academia#light academia#romantic academia#classic academia#i love you#soft suggestion#lovecore#soft aesthetic#warmcore#warm and fuzzy#romanticise your life
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