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Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x F!Reader x Kirishima Eijiro, minor Todoroki Shouto x Kirishima Eijirou
Summary: Girl math is thinking that you can take pro heroes Shouto and Red Riot at once when you can hardly take two fingers. Luckily for you, having a good romp doesn’t have to be as mind-boggling as algebra.
/ While Kirishima explored you with wonder over the new and unknown, to Shouto, he knew you well enough, knowing every place that made you ache. The redhead’s excitement was a reminder that though he shared you tonight, you were his tomorrow and the next.
Warnings: Double penetration (double vaginal), threesome, sexualizing their Quirks, light degradation, dom/sub undertones, temp play, praise kink, humor, fluff, established relationship, alcohol
Minors and blank blogs DNI!
Even if things weren’t adding up, you could hardly complain about your situation. The wet sounds of skin on skin and murmurs of praise made it all too easy to get lost in sensation. There shouldn’t have been anything more pressing to think about, only things to feel, and yet your mind still wandered, even if it was just for a moment.
Tonight was unusual, no, maybe special was a better word for the occasion. Getting drinks with Shouto’s friends wasn’t outside of the norm. The bar beside your apartment was known for its discrete treatment of superpowered patrons, making it an easy choice for meet ups. You were used to seeing Momo and Midoriya, but they weren’t there tonight; both were tasked with the night patrol in their designated precincts. Instead, there was Bakugou who finally warmed up to you, and Kirishima who you hardly, if ever, saw. It was a rare occasion to see him with the group. Similar to Iida, his patrol route and schedule were often opposite of Shouto’s, so the redhead usually wasn’t present. At least Camie was there to fill the lull in any conversations.
“Hey beautiful!” She beckoned, drawing a few looks, mostly from an annoyed Bakugou. She slapped on the vinyl seat beside her–a special spot reserved for you.
Kirishima shot up, pulled out the chair, and even took care to push you in. You swore you felt a calloused sweep of fingertips across your shoulders, but Shouto’s lack of reaction convinced you that it was nothing.
“A gentleman, isn’t he?” Camie commented before glancing at the blond to her side. “Unlike some people.” He grunted in response. It seemed that Camie was still bitter about their team-up a few months back. An allegedly careless Bakugou blasted too close to her scene, ruining her illusion, but more importantly her fresh blowout.
And it was nothing other than good food, good drinks, and good conversation until Bakugou was the first to go.
He smirked at Shouto before tugging a mask loop behind his ear–a sorry excuse of a disguise, really, since his trademark red eyes and blond hair were still visible.
“Moving up in the ranks just means that I’ll be busier. Might be awhile before I see you extras again.”
You winced at his cringiness. You still weren’t used to his manner of speaking, but Shouto wasn’t phased.
“I suppose that means that Midoriya will be busier than all of us.”
Stifling a laugh behind your hand, Camie and Kirishima diffused the situation with exaggerated ‘oohs’ and teasing.
“Luckily for you,” the redhead slapped his friend’s back, “Shou’s got ice for that sick burn.”
“Oof! Just take the L, Bakubro, and don’t say anything,” Camie sniggered, hooking her arm through his. “And to help you walk outta here with some dignity left, I’ll even walk with ya to the train station.”
She flashed you a peace sign, “Gotta wake up early for a podcast interview overseas. Later, girlie!”
With only you, Shouto, and Kirishima left, you expected him to say his goodbyes as well, but instead he ruffled the back of his head before shoving his fists in his pockets, looking at you both with puppy dog eyes. “Well, shit, I didn’t expect the night to end this soon, unless…?”
You felt bad. Kirishima was just griping about how his precinct being understaffed due to some injuries. He’s been working overtime for three months now.
“It’s not like we have any plans for tomorrow,” you started, waiting for Shouto’s agreement. He nodded.
“Come over. Our place is right there anyway.”
Kirishima followed behind you, practically bouncing the entire way.
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It was a dumb question yet you couldn’t help but feel flustered otherwise. Drawing the duvet up to your nose, you wondered why your boyfriend didn’t automatically know your answer. Daring to look at him, Shouto waited for your answer patiently. There wasn’t any way you could avoid this.
Swallowing nervously, you answered before trying to hide back into the blanket, “Obviously, it’s you.”
Tutting, he undid your work to push back a strand of hair that got in your face—a flimsy shield from his questioning. His movement pushed back the blanket too, and gooseflesh prickled your skin.
“You didn’t even know who I was when we met.” The corners of his mouth twitched upwards as he looked down at you with thick lashes. There wasn’t any offense in his voice, only amusement.
You argued back, “Did too. I just pretended not to know you. How could I act normal when one of Japan’s most eligible bachelors was approaching me?”
That heated hand strayed from your ear to the side of your neck, settling along its curve. “That’s a conversation for another time.” And you knew that your little comment wouldn’t be forgotten. “But really, who’s your hero crush? Everyone has at least one.”
Embarrassment and shyness crept up your chest and towards your cheeks, and you hoped that he couldn’t feel the difference. He could, he’d later tell you.
“Red Riot,” you finally admitted, before adding “it’s not like I’m a fan girl though!”
How could you ignore him when he was plastered all over your social media feeds? It’s not like you actively sought out all those posts about Red Riot either. Apparently the algorithm thought you hung out with thirsty motherfuckers–and it was true for the most part; officer workers needed some sort of eye candy to help them through the day–and decided to share their horniess with you.
Satisfied with your answer, he settled back into his spot beside you. “Maybe you have a thing for redheads,” he mused before asking if he should dye all his hair that color.
“Absolutely not!” You sat up in bed to prove your point, nearly knocking Shouto out in the process. “That’s part of your appeal! It’s like two different looks depending on the angle.”
Shouto didn’t need to hear anymore about how opposites attract and how his looks were the perfect embodiment of that, but if he kept teasing you like this, you were willing to steer the conversation in that direction.
His lips curved upwards, turning into an actual smile, the playfulness practically spilling from his mouth. It took you months into the relationship to recognize the slightest tells of his teasing.
“Oh, so it’s like you have two boyfriends depending on which side you’re on?”
Your index finger dug into his chest. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it!”
Playtime was over. Your show was starting soon, and you’d prefer to be at ease in his arms instead of squirming for his amusement.
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It was hard to take Camie seriously in general but even more so when she wagged her index finger around like a mother who knew best, pointing at the cushioned space between you and Mina.
“The best way to go about it is to find two randos to bone.” Finally her manicured nail landed on you as she advised that couples should hook up with someone they knew but weren’t close to. You weren’t sure why she looked at you with those eyes of certainty, as if they were silently begging you to know some secret. “If it sucks–in a bad way obvi–you probs won’t care if you tell your third to get the bird.” She made a crude gesture with her hand.
Bottomless mimosas made sure that whatever arithmetic skills you had were gone for the day. What was the point of making things make sense when you were having fun? The conversation kept ping ponging from couples to threesomes to the abysmal sex your friends were having while single. You laughed as Mina divulged in her latest date.
“Are you talking about the latest hero team ups?” Shouto’s voice called from the entry way before the door shut behind him.
His hair was damp, meaning that he must have showered at the agency. The occasional droplets that fell from his hair were enough to distract you from the conversation.
“Yeah,” Mina laughed, “somethin’ like that, Icy Hot.”
From the way you were eyeing him, it was clear that it was time for your friends to leave. She reached over to Camie, pulling her up, but the honey blonde wasn’t ready to leave until Mina gave her an obvious nudge.
“Well, girly pop, we’ll leave you lovebirds alone for now!” She leaned in for a quick hug, “And don’t forget what we talked about!”
Shouto waited for them by the door to say a quick goodbye, making a comment about Midoriya keeping everyone updated on the latest duos and teams. It was informative, he told them, encouraging them to sign up for the mailing list if they wanted to know more.
“Those ain’t the double teams we’re interested in, bub.” Camie giggled. “Thanks though. Alright–one last goodbye. TTFN, babes!”
As the click of their heels faded down the hall, you rounded on Shouto. Now that the initial stun of his good looks were gone, you were bold enough to tell him to drop the oblivious act now that your friends were gone.
“What do you mean?” He smiled, leaning back against the kitchen counter.
You gave him a hard look, and he stretched out his arms in return.
With a huff, you went into his arms. It’d be easier to scold him up close anyway.
“Your PR manager can make you act as oblivious as you want in public, but I know that you heard everything we were talking about Shou.”
One of his hands slipped from your waist to play underneath your shirt. He might as well have gotten underneath your skin with the tone he was speaking in.
“Why were you talking about that anyway? Do you want to bring someone into our bed?”
Luckily for you, your bra unhooked while you answered, giving you a plausible reason for the hitch in your voice. “No–well, uh, yes, but um, Mina was the one to bring it up first! You know that she’s been single for a while, and Camie well, you know how she is…”
His pause was long as his fingers trailed up your spine. He hummed. “Well, alright. We can talk about this again when you’re less embarrassed.”
“You little shit,” you groused, “you’re not as innocent as you pretend to be.”
“Aren’t you happy that I’m only this way with you?” He leaned down.
Any intentions of acting out begrudgingly faded as the kiss led to more clothes on the floor and urged steps towards the bedroom.
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You were happy to have the help of alcohol to keep the conversation going. Shouto’s hand was heavy whenever he poured drinks, the habit worsened when he was even the slightest bit buzzed. They weren’t enough to send you over the edge, but you were in that sweet spot where everything tingled and had a pleasant haze.
“Seriously!” Kirishima laughed. “You don’t have to be so formal with me.” It was probably the alcohol that was making your heart flutter when he said your name. “Kirishima is what my manager calls me when I’m in trouble. You can just call me Kiri.”
“Alright, Kiri,” you acquiesced, staring at your drink. At the time, you didn’t know that you’d be calling out that name all night.
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You still couldn’t remember what sparked the conversation. Maybe a comment, a look, a laugh. All that really stuck out was a playful peck on the cheek that turned into a heated kiss with wandering hands. Kirishima’s red gaze was on you, but you didn’t mind it at that moment.
His words stuck out as oddly shy from his usual manner of speaking. “Did you really mean that?”
The smoothness and confidence in Shouto’s voice surprised you and Kirishima too. “Don’t feel pressured if you don’t want to.”
When he said that he might not make it back to his place, Kirishima didn’t think you’d take his comment so seriously. “You can stay here tonight then,” you told him, only looking back at Shouto to see if it was okay after the offer. When he told him that he could stay in your bed too, Kirishima thought it was a classic case of Shouto being overly polite. He practically choked when he clarified that he meant in bed with both of you.
Never in his wildest dreams would he peg Shouto to be interested in something like this, but when he saw that nervous yet hopeful look in your eyes, he realized he was doing it for you. And maybe it was drunk logic, but what kind of friend would he be if he couldn’t help a friend in need?
“So what exactly do you want me to do?”
Shouto looked at you for the answer. Having both of their eyes on you made everything feel so real to the point that it was nearly sobering. You felt self-conscious as you rambled out your list of wants. Your glass was still half-full; it was difficult to look at either of them directly.
“I want both of you at once.”
“Where?” Kirishima asked.
Your pause clued Shouto in to what you wanted, and you swore you felt the pride swell in his chest when he told Kirishima that he’d show him where.
“I just want to feel good. I want to feel pretty and used but cherished. Does that make sense? Seriously Shou, don’t give me that look. This is embarrassing enough as it is. Is there anything you want?”
Shouto was straight-forward and simple as always. “Make her cum.”
To ease your nerves, he kissed you with sweetness, ending it with an affectionate peck on the lips and that softness in his eyes that always made you swoon.
You worked on removing each other’s clothes, and now with a groan of frustration and need, you realized that your liquid courage hadn’t left you completely. Your hands kept fiddling with Shouto’s pants.
“Need some help, sweetheart?” Kirishima asked from behind. Your heart nearly lept into your throat as his body pressed into yours. His desire brushed behind your thigh as his hand took your shaking one, guiding it in one smooth motion to pull down Shouto’s zipper, the last of his clothes finally falling to the floor.
“Thanks Kiri.”
“No prob, gorgeous.”
You were close enough to hear the pull of his lips twist up into a smile, to feel his heated breath against your neck. Again, your hands stalled, awkwardly skimming Shouto’s chiseled hip.
“It’s okay to be nervous,” your boyfriend reassured you as he guided you onto your back. Shouto’s voice was an anchor, smoothly giving you commands. The couch was comfortable and felt familiar beneath your fingertips. He was right. It was okay to relax too. “Because we’re going to take care of you,” he promised. “We’ll make you feel good.”
It wasn’t difficult to admire either of them, but seeing them together was nearly too much stimulation for your eyes. Embarrassingly, you spent more time looking at Kirishima. Shouto’s body was familiar with his long, lean muscles and smooth skin. Kirishima was noticeably wider and thick with more fat padding the muscles beneath it. You didn’t dare to look at Shouto’s eyes. You both knew that you were staring.
Feeling a cold touch on your knee, your eyes finally met his. “I’m telling you to do this for us, love, not asking you.” His hand pushed your knee outwards. He wanted you to spread your legs. And you did, the change in Shouto’s tone making your heart flutter.
When you were finally spread, you fought the urge to close them once more. Both men looked at your center intently.
“I told you, didn’t I?” Shouto spoke to Kirishima. It was as if you weren’t there or couldn’t hear them. “Look at how pretty her pussy looks?”
He nodded in agreement, saying that he couldn’t wait to taste you. Though he and Shouto had a similar directness in their speech, you felt shy towards his enthusiasm.
“Kiri!”
His tongue already lapped at your clit before licking a stripe downwards, sucking and tasting all of your wetness. The thick index finger he added earned another yelp, followed by a moan. After a minute of gentle prodding, he added a second finger.
“Nothing beats a wet and wanting cunt,” he pulled back to tell Shouto. The way he smiled at him was shameless, his lower lip and chin covered in saliva and your sweetness. Kirishima even demonstrated his point, moving his thick body aside so Shouto could see you. He scissored your hole, gave it a pump, and pulled out as quick as he could. The sounds were lewd as he fingered you lazily.
And the sounds didn’t go unnoticed by Shouto. He peered over Kirishima’s shoulder, leaning over to look as if he hadn’t seen your body before, as if he hadn’t felt it, before giving a pleased smile. While Kirishima explored you with wonder over the new and unknown, to Shouto, he knew you well enough, knowing every place that made you ache. The redhead’s excitement was a reminder that though he shared you tonight, you were his tomorrow and the next.
His eyes trailed up your hips, lingering at your heaving chest, before finally meeting your eyes. “So noisy,” he commented–whether it was about your pussy or your whimpers, you weren’t sure. Kirishima’s fingers were thicker and calloused from his training and Quirk.
“She’s greedy,” he told Kirishima, “look how she keeps on whining for more.”
“Love,” he addressed you, “you can hardly take two fingers, but now you want three?” He smirked. “Soon you’ll be asking for two cocks at once.” Heat rose up your body, or was it the effect of Shouto’s hand on your thigh? He cocked his head at your embarrassment, using that tone you hated. “What? Isn’t that what you were asking for last night? Begging to have your pretty little pussy stretched by my cock and your toy?”
Kirishima perked up from his place between your legs, making a show of the wetness he wiped from his mouth. “Oh yeah? You took them both?”
He didn’t know the size of your toy, but like everything else on Shouto, his cock was impressive–good proportions, cut, and a nice thick head that was drooling with pre-cum. His trimmed pubes and pink sack only highlighted it more.
“And she took them so well,” Shouto cooed.
Giving himself a quick pump to provide his cock some relief, Kirishima took Shouto’s words as a sign to add in a third finger. It already felt so tight, but the extra digit made you wetter as he continued his pace, this time slower because of the cramped space.
“Your boyfriend’s right, sweetheart,” he said. “You really know how to take it.”
If you just focused on the pleasure, it would be enough to send you over the edge. Kirishima kept bumping and nudging all the spots that made you jump, but it was Shouto’s soft coaching and Kirishima’s praise that would be the ones to push you over. Your toes curled as your breathing hitched, going and going and going until emptiness made you whine.
There were no fingers or Shouto’s hands on your thighs. The boys were talking to each other.
“Mind if I get her ready for us?”
“Be our guest.”
Maybe you were just sensitive or maybe you were annoyed, but the sound of Kirishima spitting was loud, as if it were some display of masculinity. The saliva pooled on the middle of his shaft and he made a show of rubbing it in.
His cock was thick like the rest of his body, not quite the length of Shouto’s but impressive nonetheless. What caught your eye in the haze of your edging were three rows of black beads, one on either end, sitting horizontally beneath his head. You wondered what needle was sharp enough to pierce his skin, then thought he did it without Quirk activation.
Red eyes followed yours before he gave you a wink. “Ribbed for your pleasure,” he joked. “You’ll get what I mean in a second.”
When he entered, your breath was stolen and held in your throat, holding it still until you felt his entirety inside you. Shouto moved to his spot behind Kirishima again, watching you take his cock. Kindly, Kirishima gave you a chance to breathe, pressing your legs back until they touched your shoulders. You thought he’d be positioning you for your comfort, but instead you felt every inch of him. The slightest readjustment made you feel the drag and pressure of his piercings.
“Don’t you look so pretty taking another man’s cock?” Shouto teased you from somewhere in the room. You couldn’t keep your eyes open, breathing focused so you wouldn’t cum just yet. You wanted to feel him fuck you, but the dark tone in Shouto’s voice was making you melt. You had to get a grip on yourself, but it was easier for both men to see that you were losing it.
“Play with her tits, Kiri,” Shouto told him. “Her nipples are sensitive.”
As masculine as Kirishima presented, it was surprising how well he obeyed. His weight pressed into you and the couch as he bent down to suck on your tits. Up close, he lingered for a brief second to watch their sway with the movement before starting with the left, then the right.
The attention he gave them was nice, more than that, it was delicate as he sucked and nibbled on them. Perhaps you were too used to Shouto’s amusement as he used his Quirk to harden them, giving them a rough pinch to help you cum. It was clear that multi-tasking wasn’t his forte though. His thrusts were shallow.
“I need to cum,” you finally whined. Between his body and yours, you were able to sneak a hand to your clit, rubbing to get what you were owed.
“You heard her, didn’t you?”
Kirishima’s will power was always one of his more noteworthy traits. It was something your co-workers swooned over. You were learning just how strong it was in a different way though. His movements were rough and shaking the couch. You made a note to yourself that you’d later forget: realign it with the rug.
The man was talking more to himself than you or Shouto, mumbling about your tightness. His words were clearer when you came. His cock was out–a smart move or else he would have joined you. Continuing to rub it, it was sleek with your juices. “I can’t wait to feel how tight you are when Shouto and I are fucking you.”
Like a rag doll, you let them reposition you as they pleased, still chasing the waves of your orgasm. They buried your face in the cushions as Kirishima pulled your hips up and behind. Your pussy felt tighter when he entered you again. This time your breath was still with you.
“We need to make sure you’re prepped for us.” Shouto’s voice was disembodied and distant again.
Kirishima’s voice was distant too. You were sure if his voice was heavier from the work he was doing or his need to cum. “I’m gonna add a few fingers in, okay? If it’s too much, just tell me. If it’s not enough, beg for more.”
He was true to his word, adding in the first and second digits slowly. “It feels good,” you reassured him.
“Not good enough,” he huffed. He felt your pussy fluttering around his cock and fingers, but you weren’t quite where he wanted you. Kirishima wanted to hear you cry out his and Shouto’s names. He wanted you cock-dumb and slutty where you could only speak in whines.
When you were cumming for the second time tonight, Shouto decided you were ready. Again, they moved you around since you were useless.
“Do you want me to suck your cock?” You asked your boyfriend. Everything was hazy, this time from sex instead of alcohol.
“Nah, I got him,” Kirishima said. That will power of his kept his cock hard and begging for a break. You were surprised he didn’t cum inside you.
His fingers were glossy from their time inside you, and he used that wetness–your wetness–to slick up Shouto’s cock. It was a couple of skilled jerks that slid up Shouto’s length, his large hand wrapping around his girth. He palmed whatever residual was left around his head, and Shouto closed his eyes, letting out a quiet sigh.
You weren’t expecting Kirishima to suck your boyfriend off before they fucked you, but you also weren’t expecting him to handle him so casually. He did it with such ease, and even Shouto looked comfortable. It was surprising how turned on you were from watching someone else play with Shouto’s cock. A part of you thought they’d look so pretty rubbing against each other, both sleek from spit and cum, but that could be a fantasy for another time.
Facing Shouto, he pushed into you, and you felt the familiar press of his cock. When he was fully seated, he pulled you close–a moment of tenderness throughout this debauchery. “Miss me?” You nodded. He gave you a kiss in return.
His lips caught your gasp as your nails dug into his shoulders as Kirishima positioned himself from behind. At first, he could only fit his head. Shouto’s hand trailed the length of your spine before settling on your hip. His Quirk warmed your tense muscles, and with a groan, both cocks were in.
It felt like minutes where there wasn’t any movement, for fear of cumming first. Kirishima finally broke the sounds of heavy breathing. “A pretty cunt and a nice cock to rub against? Seriously, are you two trying to make me cum first?”
“You can if you want to,” Shouto told him. If he left it at that, you would have laughed. “Our poor girl’s cunt will get messy regardless.” You held onto his unspoken promise of multiple creampies.
As if to encourage him, Shouto even took the lead, moving his hips in long, slow strokes. Your sighs were caught in his collarbones as you buried your head there. The intimacy was almost enough to make Kirishima cum then and there.
“Does it feel good too?” You couldn’t help but ask. “Kiri’s cock, I mean.”
The question earned a low rumble from the man behind you. Shouto paused, before saying an almost embarrassed yes. The tightness, the heat, his cock. It was almost overwhelming in the best possible way. Shouto had never had such an experience. “The piercings are… a nice touch.”
“Nice enough to make you cum?”
Kirishima didn’t care much about hero rankings but the thought of beating a Top Ten hero this way would give him a different sort of pride.
“We have all night to find out,” Shouto told him.
His statement pulled out something primal and competitive inside them as each man started moving at once. You were so greedy to think that you could handle more; you couldn’t. All you could do was whimper and let yourself give in to the pleasure. Was it really so bad to cum first? Their cocks gave you a fullness that you couldn’t even comprehend as each showered you–and each other–in praise. Their hands were needy and wandering as they searched for the spots that would set you off–your tits, your clit, your neck.
Maybe your mind wandered or maybe this orgasm was finally too much. There were stars in your eyes and that familiar tingling that ran from your toes to your spine as your body shook from Shouto and Kirishima’s touch. Everything felt hot and sensitive after that moment.
But you had little time to wonder what happened exactly as a voice sweetly mocked you. “Exhausted already? But we’ve just begun.”
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sorry for being gone for ages life got slightly good for a while and then fell apart a bit so I haven’t been able to do much writing so please accept this soft yennskier as an apology!
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She can hear the rain beating gently against the window, the slow drip of water from nextdoor's leaky drainpipe on the roof. She can’t hear the birds outside, still perhaps a little too early for them or perhaps they have hidden themselves away somewhere, safe from the rain.
When she was younger, she had often wondered what it would have been like to be a bird - to just fly off one day and not look back, to feel the air beneath her wings and watch the world pass by below her. To never have to stay in one place for too long, just take off and head somewhere new whenever she felt like it.
She wonders how that girl would feel now looking at her life, her family, her home and the knowledge that her desire to fly away is gone. She wonders if she would be disappointed that she settled, or if she would be happy. She hopes she would be happy, knowing that the reason she dreamed so much of flying away was to fly somewhere that she belonged.
The arm around her waist tightens and that sense of belonging that she once craved and now so familiar blossoms in her chest once again.
And then Jaskier lets out a disgustingly loud snore and she almost changes her mind.
She truly belongs with someone who can sleep fucking normally.
She turns and takes in the familiar sight that greets her every morning; Jaskier fast asleep next to her, hair sticking up at all angles, mouth hanging open and drool forming on the pillow. He looks ridiculous, she thinks as he lets out another snore, but there is still something oddly charming about it. Perhaps it is because she knows how hard he tries to impress and how much effort he puts into his looks, only for it to all be stripped back to this snoring mess. Or perhaps, it’s because it is something private, something just for them, a side that only she is allowed to see.
She reaches up and brushes a strand of hair from his forehead and lets her fingers trace gently down his face, over his cheek, feeling the slight stubble growing again.
It is not unusual for her to wake before him, as she is often up early to get Ciri ready for school and open the shop, but it is rare that she can stay and just be with him. Normally, she is up and out of bed with nothing but a quick kiss to his cheek or a pinch to his ear depending on how she’s feeling.
But now she has time to stay, and study him. She can feel sleep still hovering near her, and it won’t be long before she is drawn back into its grasp. But for now she is content to let her fingers continue their journey across the freckled shoulder she knows so well, the marks she left on him last night, past the scars she knows all the stupid stories behind.
As she feels her eyelids start to droop again and she settles herself down next to him, tucking her face into his neck and breathing him in, feeling the sleepy kiss pressed into her hair as she is pulled in closer, she knows that even if she did fly away again, everything would lead her back her.
Lead her back home.
#the witcher#the witcher fic#yennskier#yennefer x jaskier#yennefer#jaskier#yennskier fic#my writing#my fic#rest writes#made of love verse
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There's a version of the "don't go grocery shopping while hungry" rule specifically for writers where you should never under any circumstances be allowed to touch your draft within 3 hours of reading a really good story. Because sometimes when you read something great your head goes "fuck this is so much better than my stuff I should make that more like THIS instead!" Look at me. That's the devil talking and you should close the document NOW.
#you will make superficial edits that do not gell well with the rest of your work#and won't actually capture what you thought was so good about that story#close the doc. sit down. think about it for a while. inspiration is fine. getting a 'eureka' moment from another story is fine#but if you find yourself comparing your work one to one with someone else's and taking any differences to be flaws on your part then STOP#you will never write good stuff by trying to make it look less like you wrote it#writing#writing advice#guess who just had to go into her google doc history and undo a bunch of panic-induced edits#because she read a fic about the same characters she's writing for?#meeee. they aged badly within just a few hours of hindsight. learn from my mistakes#self-hatred is not a good motivation for creation#fic writing
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When one arrow isn't enough...
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if yall ever want like serious advice from me about how to solve burnout as a creative it's like...
literally ignore it. stop pushing. go do something else, enjoy your life, fill it with other things, do what brings you joy in the moment if you can.
go to the gym, take a walk to touch grass and look at dogs and smell flowers, cook dinner, watch tv with your friends, talk about your feelings as needed with ppl you trust, take a drive and blast your music, do the chores you need to do, the job hunting slog you need to do, read books that aren't for research, stop cordoning off your brain for The Craft or The Draft or whatever the fuck
forget about the project, stop thinking about it for as long as it takes to be excited again.
fuckin rest, basically
#thoughts#writing stuff#personal#wish there was better advice than Stop Pushing and Rest and Ignore It#but sure haven't found any#and the time in between sucks a lot#jay prescribes a nice beverage four orgasms and a good movie with friends for your burnout#hope that helps#jay philosophies
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Assassin Heir? Crime Fighting Furry? NOPE NO THANK YOU!
"Danyal, its time to end this game and return with me."
Danny should had known Clockwork had something in mind when he sent him on this mission. He knew he should had been suspicious of the time keeper when he noticed the little 'this is going to be fun' smile on his face when he sent Danny off into the portal.
"Get back here you demon spawn 2.0!"
But how was he supposed to know that he'd wake up in this world version of himself in a pit full of corrupted (AND NASTY) ectoplasim at the tender age of five or that when he swam up to the surface he'd be meeting face to face with what was apparently a cult.
"-O just spotted him a block away! I'll try to cut itty bitty bridie off!"
An Assassins Cult his, new to him, loving yet a little insane mother was in charge of (though during the few months he stayed in the compound he heard rumors and gossip from maids and others alike that if his grandfather returned from the dead he'll take over once again, no doubt punish Talia for creating another heir after the failure of the last one, most likely was going to kill Danny and that... that was can of worms Danny didn't wanna deal with yet)
"Ten bucks says they try to stab RR when we get the feral thing home"
"...Losers bet...."
Danny had lived with his mother for a while after being brought back from the 'dead' for apparently the first time, it turned out training a five year old with an actual sword and a dumbass hidden revenge seeking teacher was a terrible idea.
"I swear if this one tries to murder me like the others I'm asking Zatanna if there is a curse on me."
He dealt with her high demands of perfection, the endless training, and the constant comparisons to his apparent older brother Damain... Who didn't know Danny, or rather Danyal existed.
Nor did his father (when Danny, using his powers he's kept hidden since 'waking' up in this Realm, he sneaked his way around the base and discovered how he came into the world. And tbh he couldn't blame his mom how she made him, she was an assassin first and foremost, being naturally pregnant would had painted a target on her for to long... but he also felt it was unfair and an asshole move on his unsuspecting father as well)
"As your elder brother I demand you to stop running!"
Now don't get him wrong, he did like his new mother (total badass assassin lady and all that) and he knew she loved him in her own... deadly way. But yeah, she really shouldn't be taking care of kids. He could tell she struggled with wanting to be a normal mother but her first instinct after so many years was to be an assassin first.
Something she was trying to engrave into Danny with as well.
"Ah, hello Beloved. I see you've learned of our Danyal."
"Talia. Back away from him and leave Gotham now."
"I can not do that. The League needs an heir and since Damian refuses to return... I have decided to create a new one and I shall not be leaving until he returns with me."
"Talia."
Hence why when Danny, or rather Danyal al Ghul had gotten decent control over his powers he decided to leave the League. Again nothing wrong with the life his mom leads, to each their own, but he... really, really didnt want to be an assassin. Or an assassin heir.
So here he was, after almost a year on the run, using his powers and training to out smart and out maneuver his mother and her many band of Assassins, in Gotham. One of the last places he ever wanted to run to cause he knew his father and brother lived here.
It was just his luck that his mother had managed to intercept his train ride that passed into Gotham for a few hours and forced him to run into the city...
Add her assassins into the mix and running into Robin, who heard from Oracle his mother had been spotted chasing a young boy across the city, that same night.
After that it became a full on "catch me if you can" chase for not only his mother but for the batclan as well.
And after two whole days of chase, it seemed like the final showdown was about to begin because everyone was on top of this rooftop, his mother and her assassins on one side, his father and the batclan on the other and Danny well... he was right in the middle of all of it.
He just had to hope no one would notice him once the fighting started...
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc#blue rambles#crossover#writing ideas#random idea#danny phantom dc#basicly Danny is sent on a mission by CW#he wakes up in the DC version of himself in the pits after being killed and Talia tossing him in#he was created by Talia since shes head of the LOA now and needs her own heir#but she once again wants Bruce's bloodline in it so she used some leftover dna she still had#so no one knows Danny was created until he left about a year later#danny has his ghost powers since he took a dip in the pits#but had to relearn some control and kept it secret#he knows his mom would see it as 'the pits granted my heir its powers.' mindset#so hes been on the run#and didnt wanna go to Gotham cause... his dad dresses as a gaint bat#and dont get him started on the rest of the batfam#he doesnt wanna be an assassin or a crime fighting furry#in case some people didnt get it. the words being spoken happen when Danny is running all across Gotham away from those after him#guess who said what lol#i want danny to be completely independent and trying to take care of himself tbh#but hes still baby to everyone else#talia is slowy becoming a little unhinged due to being the Demon Head now#maybe due to the stress of it all? or maybe due to a curse? idk
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Palestinian poet, Refaat Alareer
#Refaat was killed in an Israeli airstrike on 7 December 2023#rest in power Refaat Alareer#rip#Refaat Alareer#if i must die#let it be a tale.#palestinian art#it’s so strange to continue life while a genocide is happening right before our eyes#free palestine#palestinian genocide#think of others#free gaza#palestine#poetry#palestinian poetry#writers and poets#poem#poems#writing#prose#stand with gaza#gazaunderattack#gaza#gaza genocide#gaza strip#pray for gaza#israel#palestinians#poems and quotes#poetic
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Jason’s massage therapist deserves a fucking pay raise.
He has no idea how the fuck the dude gives back massages that quiet the goddam pit but you bet your ass Jason is recommending Danny to anyone who looks like they need a massage.
#dp x dc#writing prompt#danny fenton#dc x dp#jason todd#sometimes shit goes weird in the body due to fighting crime#how did Danny get such a job?#why the nice lady who owns the place gave him a place to rest when he first came to Gotham and he never left#Danny: this dude feels a bit death-y#Danny pushing a bit of his ecto outward: this should help him relax
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(if u add a + just vote for whichever one you add it to <3)
#i usually just say lgbt bc its shorter and easier and i feel like the rest is implied#but im curious#im writing a paper rn and i mentioned the lgbt community and i couldnt decide whether or not to add the q#then i started wondering if i should add the ia too#i think im sticking with lgbtq but it got me wondering what other people say#polls
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I'm going to start this post off by saying that I write fic, and I know the pain of putting something out there and not getting a response. It sucks and it hurts and it puts a dent in my self-confidence. If I have the choice between posting a work on AO3 and getting only comments or posting a work on AO3 and getting only kudos, I'll probably choose comments let's say 8 times out of 10.
But with that in mind, posts that attempt to shame or guilt readers into commenting don't actually work.
Negative reinforcement (in the form of shame, guilt, or other worse emotions) doesn't make anyone want to do the thing. It just makes them want to avoid the guilt, etc. Rather than encouraging someone to talk to you about your writing, you're making that person want to avoid you so that they don't have to feel bad. That's just human nature.
I've said before that I think a lot of writers are looking for community rather than comments, and I still think that's true. The reason I love both writing and receiving comments is because it makes me feel like I've made a connection with someone. I may never know their real name or what they look like or where they live or anything else but what fandom we have in common, but we've reached out to each other in this text-based medium and we've shared words that made each other feel something.
I know that these posts are written out of frustration or loneliness or needing support or a hundred other reasons I could list off the top of my head. But when I read "you should be grateful for the things I give you and show me proper appreciation" it just reminds me of my parents telling me to clean my room or to follow the rules while I live under their roof.
It's so much more vulnerable to admit, "I don't know if this story is any good and I really wish someone would reassure me right now."
It's much harder to say, "I feel so alone in this fandom, and I want to make friends with someone."
It's difficult to admit, "I worked so hard on this for so long and I'm so tired, but if someone out there likes it then all of that effort will be worthwhile - and if no one says anything, then I'll feel like my effort was wasted."
I'm not trying to shame the people who made those posts, and if that's how this comes across then I'm sorry. I'm just trying to explain why I think those posts will harm more than they help.
I also hope that any readers who see this post will understand that those writers are just people who are feeling a lot of different ways, and they're venting their frustrations. I've been there. I've reblogged those posts before when I was feeling frustrated like that too.
If you're able to comment, those comments are appreciated. If you're not able to comment (for whatever reason), that's okay too. ❤️
#writing fic isn't a job and comments aren't a salary#and if it starts to feel that way then you might be experiencing burnout#and it could be time for a rest - or to think about one anyway#I obviously don't know your situation#but that's what it was for me
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Ok ok ok…can we please get daydreams with Dick Grayson and daddy kink, make it spicy.
Also congratulations on all those milestones!! I hope you're celebrating them!
Thank you!
Minors & ageless blogs DNI!
Pairing: Dick Grayson x GN!Reader
Tw: smut, daddy kink
"I guess I never pegged you as the mom friend," you admitted, legs crossed over Dick's as you laid in his bed. Work clothes were abandoned for the comfort of underwear and baggy shirts.
His hand covered your thigh, absently trailing up and down as his eyes stayed fixed on the television set- some Planet Earth type of show, his pick of course. "Well, that's your problem, babe. For starters, you've never pegged me to begin with-"
He didn't get much further than that before your giggles cut in. It was amazing how he could make his quips with the straightest of faces.
As your laughter settled down, you told him, "Keep up the dad jokes and maybe I'll take back what I said."
"Oh yeah?" It was the drop in his voice that made your heart skip a beat. "There's more direct ways to call me daddy, ya know."
That hand trailed upward towards your waistband, pausing for a moment until you gave him a look of impatience.
They slid off along with your shirt, along with his, then his boxers too.
"And what are they?"
His body pressed into yours, hardness teasing that space between your legs. He did that forearm thing that you loved-face hovering over yours as his arms and core bore the weight. It was the perfect angle to see Dick flex and get enough of his heat to rile you up. You shifted beneath him in anticipation.
His bangs tickled your skin as he whispered, "The easiest way would be to force it out of you." His lips nipped at your neck as if he could draw that name from your throat. "To make you repeat after me exactly what I want you to say. Daddy should always get what he wants, shouldn't he?"
It didn't take much for you to agree with him as his hands wandered your body, his cock grinding slowly against you as a trail of precum built up wherever you touched.
"But the easy way isn't always that best way." Easy or best didn't matter as long as you had him, but Dick always had a way of adding a touch of romance and desire during your encounters.
Your lips pressed against each other as tongue explored tongue for a moment, the bumping and grinding of your sex making your head full of lust and frustration. He was doing it on purpose-this you knew-as the tip of his cock teased your entrance, pressing deep enough to spread you apart but never enough to truly enter.
You separated with a string of saliva to connect you, and he cut it off, letting it pool slightly at the corner of your mouth before deciding to wipe it off completely. Playfully, you licked his thumb before he pressed that and another finger into your mouth, watching as you sucked them greedily.
With a pop, he let them trail down your torso, ignoring your needy whines. "No, the easy way isn't the most satisfying way either," and you ventured to ask what was then.
"When it's unintentional," his tone was more matter-of-fact. He grinned as you uttered an unexpected 'fuck' as he fingered your hole, going knuckle-deep with one and pumping. You still had too much control if that was all you had to say.
"When the sex is so good, you're begging for it." He added another finger.
"When you're begging for me."
"Dick, please."
His smile was intentionally cruel. "You'll get it soon enough, babe, if you call me the right name."
"Daddy, please."
"There you go," he said with satisfaction, fingers pressing that spot that would push you over the edge.
Your hole wrapped tight around him. He couldn't wait to feel it against his cock.
"Sometimes the decision's simply- easy does it, especially when you're between a cock and a hard place."
A/N: We need less wordplay and more foreplay from Dickie, amirite? 10/10 would still hit it despite the puns though.
A Token of Sleep | event / Dick Grayson's Masterlist / Rest's Main M.list
#dick grayson x gn!reader#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson smut#a token of sleep with rest#rest writes
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Sometimes you look something up for medical accuracy, understand the topic entirely, and then choose to ignore everything you just learned.
For the ✨drama ✨
#not whump#beans speaks#personal#listen I see you guys who love and respect the recovery timeline for concussions and dislocations and stabbings. much love to y’all.#maybe I’m a bad whump writer cause like. immediate acute injury? hell yea. long term chronic results of injury? hell yea.#injury that impairs for a month or two with ‘rest’ and ‘no strenuous activity’ being the recommended treatment during that time?#ehhhhh not my cupa. have fun tho you guys are awesome and way stronger than me I don’t have the patience for mid term recovery writing.
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i forgot to post this sketch of the everthere wedding fic that @pichikui made last year 🤍💜 !!
#the everthere#korrasami#finally read this fic recently#i like to wait forever until i can readmy own fics as a reader#as in its blurry enough atp for me to approach it as a reader#very roundabout way of finding fic up ur alley is to write and wait for ur shit memory to do the rest#my fic
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Harmony Syndrome Part 5/5
The last chapter of my mlp infection AU! Thank you to everyone who followed along. Some final thoughts on my twitter @cracklewink if anyone's interested : )
#mlp#my little pony#mlp infection au#mlp infection#twilight sparkle#Sorry for leaving the ending open ended but I genuinely couldnt decide on just one way for things to turn out and I liked the idea of#leaving it open the most#in my mind sunset's final message is like we found a recording from the later days of the infection and we dont know what happened in the#end because the recordings stopped/ended#In any case I think they were able to put twilight and the others to rest#but who knows who survived the “final battle” and who didnt#also yes Twilight created harmony syndrome but not on purpose lol#it was the result of her botched attempt to create a spell that makes ponies immortal#obviously it backfired lol#and the irony is that twilight ends up dying before any of her friends#if they didnt want me writing my little pony horse tragedy they shouldnt have left mlpfim off on the note that all of twilight's friends#were growing old without her#ending thats been haunting me for five years#if anyones seeing this this is an open au btw so feel free to adopt any of the ideas if you like! : )#tw thanatophobia#thanatophobia
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going off the fact that JD wrote almost every Brozone song, i have this headcanon that on particularly lonely nights when JD can't sleep he stays up writing songs for his brothers that he will absolutely never show them ever </3
He's had the guitar since he was 11 and he refuses to get a new one cause it's one of the only things he still has from his parents LOLOL
#im down bad for this troll i hate him#rest in peace sticker jd#he tore it up one day when he was feeling especially regretful#john dory trolls#brozone#trolls#trolls band together#my art#idk why hes so beat up maybe he fell off a cliff#lil silly man so talented at writing
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Day 3 of @subcodyweek - Prompt: Praise kink
They didn't train him for this on Kamino.
#tcw#commander cody#obi wan kenobi#codywan#esk art#I swear the rest of the stuff I drew is actually more in line with the purpose of this event#I'm not trying to be difficult#i think this is the last thing for this i can actually post on tumblr#the stuff i drew for day 5 and 7 may get me smote by content guidelines. maybe? not risking it#i am trying my hand at writing smut tho to make up for the fact that i can't bring myself to draw anything that is more than suggestive
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