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hello and welcome to the niche corner
hello i'm néide and this is my blog, which mostly consists of me being grumpy about niche things. i have multiple degrees in medieval irish literature and while sometimes i use these to be vaguely educational, more often i use them to write incredibly specific fic about characters nobody else cares about, and this fic can be found on ao3 (for logged-in users)
so this is a guide to my incredibly specific fanfiction, which i feel also gives a reasonably good introduction to the kind of thing i'm likely to be yelling about on this blog
i am reliably informed that you don't actually need to know anything about the source material to have fun with these fics (or suffer from the angst), but also they can be more fun if you do. some have bibliographies/refs/explanations so i also know a few people have used them as a way to get started with medieval Irish lit which will never not be extremely funny to me
current WIP: chasing someone else's dream (16k, WIP): a cú chulainn/láeg reincarnation fic. they have been reincarnated, not for the first time. they've also been cursed, and thus, unlike in every life before this one, they've never met. ngl this fic contains some of the best prose i ever wrote, please read it
group chats of the ulster cycle, or, the in loco parentis series
a modern AU of the ulster cycle. sort of a college AU, turned into a ballet AU halfway through. consists of:
in loco parentis (135k, complete): my magnum opus. cú chulainn and láeg are university flatmates; group chats featuring all your favourite ulster cycle characters and also some you probably never gave a shit about; cú chulainn as a tiny trans ballet dancer and ferdia as his pas de deux partner; baking; everybody hating on conchobar; nobody dies; way more feelings about both ballet and shostakovich than anybody was expecting, including me; and much more. comes with explanatory notes / bibliography because i'm just Like That
getting the dee (9k, in progress/abandoned): a prequel to ILP, sort of a longes mac nuislenn fic except nobody dies and there are more sex toys. naoise/deirdre with guest appearances from conall. one day i'll go back to this but also i'm a coward
valentáin's day (4k oneshot, complete): a prequel to ILP, featuring láeg and cormac in the pub on valentine's day making fun of all their friends in relationships. they make out, fortunately their friendship survives the experience.
and when you move, i move (2.5k oneshot, complete): a sequel to ILP. just a horny lil cú chulainn/ferdia oneshot set a few months after ILP wraps up.
miscellaneous ulster cycle oneshots
i will be honest, most of these are sad fics of oidheadh con culainn ("the death of cú chulainn") because i just love writing angst, but there's a couple of others in there
to walk this world alone (6k): extremely niche fic featuring láeg after cú chulainn's death. some otherworldly happenings. sad but not as sad as it was originally going to be.
counterweight (3k): cú chulainn/láeg during oidheadh con culainn, anticipating cú chulainn's death. this one's pretty sad too.
dindsenchas (3.5k): missing scenes between cú chulainn and láeg during táin bó cúailnge. narrated by the landscape of ulster and addressed in second person to cú chulainn himself because the best sex scenes are the ones narrated by a tree.
in one dwelling place (2k): láeg/cú chulainn/emer. vaguely smutty, vaguely fluffy.
we'll say goodbye, today (2k): cú chulainn and láeg during oidheadh con culainn, anticipating cú chulainn's death. big sad hours.
glorious as the sunrise (3k): this is just angst. cú chulainn/láeg during oidheadh con culainn again. not particularly shippy but they love each other very much.
a marriage of inconvenience (3k): modern AU. cú chulainn wants to marry emer but unfortunately never bothered to get divorced after he married láeg for househunting purposes. a very silly fic.
of grief and glory (1.7k): cú chulainn deals with the aftermath of táin bó cúailnge, especially fer diad's death. more sad times lol.
flight risk (2.3k): teenage cú chulainn and láeg steal a spaceship. they get caught. fun scifi AU.
other medieval lit fics (non ulster cycle)
patron saint of toasties (2.5k): finn cycle fic. oisín took time out of uni to travel and now all his friends have graduated and he's lonely enough to text the christian union's "text a toastie" hotline. which is how he meets patrick. very silly modern AU gen fic mostly taking the piss out of st patrick
two birds of a feather (2.8k): yonec (marie de france) | togail bruidne da derga crossover fic. bird dad support group. conaire and yonec hang out and bond over their dads having maybe been birds. stupidest thing i ever wrote and i adore it.
quiver and shake (1.8k): fourth branch of the mabinogi fic. gwydion and gilfaethwy's special brotherly bonding time. canon typical content warnings apply.
other
absent thee from felicity (11k, WIP): hamlet | romeo & juliet crossover modern AU in which horatio and benvolio attempt to deal with the aftermath of their respective tragedies. sad at first, will gradually get sillier. haven't updated in a couple of years but that doesn't mean it's permanently abandoned, i'm just busy
if you've never read any of my fics before and are wondering where to start, i firmly believe the reincarnation fic (current WIP) is a good one because it has a solid mix of angst, shenanigans, and weird fuckery, so you can experience the tonal whiplash of the rest of my fics all in one place! but it is a WIP and i make zero promises about upload schedule, it happens when it happens, so not so good if you're impatient haha. plenty of others to get you started though
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I always like the “who are they when they’re at home?” dynamic. It’s another point for sidekicks, siblings, love interests, and right hands I think. In stories and in life. I love the POV of whoever gets to see that because they have the ability to go:
“Oh sure, they’re the savior of all man kind/faerie princess/chosen one/lord of darkness/pop star/ pro athlete/aristocrat/wizard/ crime boss/high ruler. No one is saying they aren’t accomplished. What I am saying is that only one of us has ever walked face first in to a sliding glass door, and it sure as shit wasn’t me.”
#hermione granger#donna moss#ambrose spellman#lucien vanserra#azriel acotar#star wars r2d2#benedict bridgerton#annabeth chase#leo valdez#jaskier#nina zenik#inej gjafa#domovoi butler#alec lightwood#jem carstairs#obi wan kenobi#sometimes multiple characters just do this to each other and that’s fun too#add some more#writing#all the good tropes#tropes#arya stark#sophie devereaux
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IT’S A SYMBOL OF OUR FRIENDSHIP! | secret relationship headcannons
featuring | alhaitam, kaveh, tighnari, childe
prompt | as secret lovers, your favorite pastime is buying incognito matching items for you and your partner. but after so many grandiose, lovingly picked items start to alert your friends— well, what do you say?
tldr | i love secret relationship tropes 🫶 especially when it’s by choice and not necessity. reader is gn, i tried to be funny (it didn’t work), help i cant write any of these characters, uhh enjoy!! reblogs help btw! this got way off topic, uhhhh i’m having fun with these hehe
ALHAITAM — matching rings
the great sage was rarely fond of people, and even rarer was when he purposefully went out of his way to do something for another person. thus, after you had gotten over the initial shock of his confession— wham! he had pulled you aside to hand you a box that held matching rings. you almost fainted, the insanity of your precious haitham not understanding the implications of such jewelry threw you for a loop. however, you accepted it as a sort of promise ring, the silver band wrapped with green, vine-like markings. kaveh was the first to notice. “what’s that you’ve got there?” he smirked. his pointer finger directed at alhaitam’s middle finger where the ring rested. “oh, and what’s this? y/n has one too? oh my!” and alhaitam, sweet, red faced alhaitam, simply said, “it’s a gesture of our friendship!” you shook your head, smiling. kaveh laughed. you knew he was starting to suspect you anyway.
KAVEH — matching earrings
having your boyfriend’s roommate intrude on the two of you was rare, but that didn’t mean it didn’t happen. you were beginning to think it was on purpose— alhaitam was smart, and it wouldn’t take a genius to realize your relationship. (especially with how affectionate kaveh was sometimes) “y/n, help me put them in,” kaveh whines. “hold on, kaveh. here,” you finished putting your own earrings in, before coming over to kaveh. you press a kiss to his temple, which leads to him kissing your wrist— soon the earrings are left forgotten on the vanity and your collective priority is to kiss each other to death. these ministrations hold your attention so tightly that you don’t hear the knock at the door. or the ‘i’m coming in’ from alhaitham. well, he was bound to find out one way or another.
TIGHNARI — matching bracelets
tighnari’s tongue stuck out a little when he was focused— a cute habit of his that you had yet to comment on. now, he was focused on latching a clasp on a bracelet he had bought you. on his wrist was a matching one: gold and green with incredible luster. he was struggling. “need help, nari?” you ask, giggling. “no. m’fine.” he was certainly not fine, with how long it was taking him. “you’re so cute,” you say softly, tighnari looking up at you annoyed. “and?” you laugh again, the clasp on your bracelet still not closed. you kiss the top of his head, chuckling. “i think you need some help, hon.”
CHILDE — matching scarves
the chilly weather of snezhnaya warranted thick coats, long bottoms, and heavy boots. hats or earmuffs were common, but scarves were practically a staple fashion item. they could be worn multiple ways, styled impeccably, and still keep you warm. so when childe gifted you a red scarf that perfectly matched his own, you melted. “is this for me?” you whispered, childe chuckling at the awe in your tone. “uh-huh. look, it matches mine! and red’s a common color here, so it doesn’t look suspicious,” he said. but the real test would be when he was out in public. the red on his face could easily be explained away as from the cold, but you knew that the rosy tint was him blushing. you buried your face in your own scarf, embarrassed. childe just thought it made you look cuter.
#🍵 . your tea is ready! ´ — writings#alhaitham x reader#alhaitham x gn reader#alhaitham x you#kaveh x reader#kaveh x you#kaveh x gender neutral reader#tighnari x y/n#tighnari x gn reader#tighnari x reader#tighnari x you#childe x reader#childe x y/n#childe x gn reader#childe x you#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader
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Etta's Guide to Writeblr (March 2023)
So you fled here from Twitter/TikTok... Where to start?
Welcome to Writeblr! Pull up a chair, open those documents, and pour yourself a cup of your favorite tea, coffee, or cocoa. The first thing you'll want to do is start following other writers. Check out this post for recommendations! Search through the notes to find hundreds more. Since I made that post, a bunch of people mentioned they're lurking and still trying to figure out tumblr, so I thought I'd make this post to help people get settled.
How to set up your blog
Make your blog name something not resembling a pornbot - it can be whatever you want, anything fun goes, just not [name###]. If you include "writer" or "author" somewhere in the url it makes it easier to spot writeblrs at a glance but it's not a requirement
Change your profile to something that's not the default, Make sure you have a blog title, and add a little description in your blog header if you feel like it!
Make a pinned post introducing yourself (pls don't use your real name or any IDing information for privacy's sake, this isn't facebook), a short summary of your WIPs, and links if you have an author's website/newsletter/ao3/etc. You can check my pinned post for an example
Make intro posts for each WIP! You can spruce these up with graphics (canva and unsplash are both great free resources to make edits/moodboards), excerpts, lists of tropes, character intros, etc. Link to the WIP intro in your pinned post so it's easy to find! You can update these as often as needed
If you want to make character intros, go wild. If you can't draw, piccrew is a great option. Just start talking about your WIP!
Come up with a tagging system to keep your blog organized. I recommend individual wip tags or at least one for your original writing in general so it's easy to search for your work on your blog
Keep track of Taglists for your WIPs. Whenever you post a new thing about your story, tag the people who asked to be notified to make sure they see it! Only tag people who ask to join the taglist, but it's a good way to keep track of interest. It's normal to have multiple taglists for each story+ one general writing taglist.
How to make writer friends
Reblog their work and add nice comments, either in the tags, comments, or the reblog itself People notice regulars in their notes and appreciate the attention. I promise it's not weird to compliment a total stranger
If that's too intimidating, community events are your friend!
Weekly Ask Games: These are weekly events that are loosely themed where writers send each other asks about their WIPs! The most common are Storyteller Saturday (about the writing process), Blorbsday (aka Blorbo Thursday about characters), and Worldbuilding Wednesday (about the setting of your story). If you answer these late, nobody really cares, but it's a fun way to receive prompts and learn more about other people's stories.
Ask Games/Memes: These are posts with lists of questions you can reblog from other people, sometimes themed or listed with emojis. It's common courtesy to send an ask from the list to the person you reblog it from, then people can send you questions as well, so you can talk about your stories! You can search for dozens of them
Tag games: There's a ton of different types of tag games, but basically someone @s you with a challenge/question, you reblog with your answer, and then @ a bunch of other people to continue the chain. Some common ones are Heads Up 7s Up (share the last 7 lines of your WIP), Last Line Tag (share the last line you wrote), and Find the Words (ctrl+f the given words in your doc and share the results, then give new words).
Formal events: These are community wide participation challenges organized by certain blogs! @writeblrsummerfest is every July?? August? I think? It's run by @abalonetea a few years strong, and there are daily prompts and ask games! @inklings-challenge is a month-long short story entry for Christian writeblrs. I think there was a valentines event in February. @moon-and-seraph is hosting a pitch week soon! Since these are more organized, it's very easy to find similar blogs and support!
Misc. Notes on using Tumblr
Follow the tags #writeblr and #writeblr community to find other writers, as well as other tags that interest you like #fantasy for example
If you want to bookmark a post to read later, you can like it and/or save it to your drafts
The queue/schedule function is very useful if you want to space out posts or have a backlog to keep your blog running when you get busy. This is good for the community because it gives older posts a chance to be rediscovered! You can change the posting frequency in the settings.
REBLOG YOUR OWN STUFF. People aren't always on at the same times and so it's the best way to account for people with different schedules and timezones. If you're worried about being annoying, you can tag those #self reblog or something similar and other people can filter the tag, but otherwise it's a welcomed and accepted practice.
If your excerpt is pretty long, put it under a cut. On desktop you can do this by selecting the squiggly button on the far right when you make a new paragraph, on mobile type :readmore: then hit enter.
It's polite to add descriptions to images and videos for visually or auditory impaired people. If you don't know how to write descriptions, here's a good resource
In your dashboard settings, it's best to shut off the options "Best Stuff First" and "Based on your Likes". These function as the website algorithm and suppresses the blogs you actually follow, which defeats the purpose of the site, letting the dash be in reverse chronological order. Also turn off Tumblr Live because it's malware as far as anyone's concerned.
Curate your experience, block the trolls, and be nice
Update for March 2024
How to shut off AI Scraping on your blog
Go to settings and find the Visibility tab
Scroll down to the tag that says "Prevent Third-Party Sharing"
Turn that knob over so that Automattic can't steal your work for their language training model databases >_<
The other settings will just hide your blog from search engines so they're useful for hiding from nosy parents or other Tumblr users but if you're trying to build an author platform you can leave them off.
Again, welcome to the community! I hope you have a ton of fun!
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dating louis partridge would include..
-london dates. absolutely
-louis loves his city and knows it inside out, he will take you to EVERY spot he knows (if you aren’t from london or unfamiliar with it)
-vice versa, when he visits the US you’ll show him all the places you could visit during his trip
-making fun of each others accents
-“bottah o wota 🤓”
-“oh yeah? howdy partner! gonna rustle up some grub?”
-“i’m not even from the south you idiot!”
-teaching each others lingo
-“why do you call them chips?”
-“why do you call them french fries? you’re not even french”
-“if you call french fries chips, what do you call actual chips?”
-“crisps!”
-visiting him on set <3
-taking pictures of him in his character costume and making him pose
-“oh you look so precious lord tewkesbury”
-he gets all blushy and pretends to hate it
-despite his multiple kissing scenes with millie, you and her are great friends
-“oh y/n, i am so happy to see you on set again! it’s been ages!”
-“oh don’t mind me right here ladies”
-you loved his look as sid, he was a little hesitant about the hair at first but with some flirting and compliments he ended up really liking it
-while you weren’t a big fan of the role itself, he looked incredibly handsome and keeping your hands off of him was more difficult than you thought, especially the scene with him shirtless in a cowboy hat
-“like what you see?”
-“oh please, calm yourself”
-“don’t act like i haven’t seen you yearning for me to kiss you this whole time”
-he was the cockiest little shit when he knew his effect on you
-“whatever”
-(louis is definitely not the jealous type, this is for my delulu girls including myself)
-he’s always liked to be touchy with you at all times, but when you’re at a red carpet with him / premiere or generally just in public and he can tell guys are wanting to talk to you, he’ll kiss you basically every minute
-“y/n, knock knock”
-“who’s there?”
-*smooch*
-you pretend not to know what he’s doing, but it makes the butterflies in your stomach go crazy
-he’ll have his arm around you 24/7
-one time when a guy had the confidence to come talk to you while louis was talking to a castmate, he was over in a flash.
-“hey babe! who’s this?”
-“we’ll i’m-
-“oh yeah! anyways, y/n, we have that date for 7:00 tonight. i got us a hotel room for after too. they even have a jacuzzi, can you believe that?”
-the guy had long gone rolled his eyes and walked away
-“you have nothing to worry about louis, trust me”
-“thank y-
-“i specifically told all my secret boyfriends not to come talk to me so you don’t have to see them”
-“haha.”
-PASSIONATE KISSES !!!!!!! (!!!)
-this man will grab your face and kiss you and pull you as close as possible to him
-another classic, he’ll put his hands on your waist and trace his finger tips around it during a deep makeout session
-he KNOWS his effect on you and will take every chance possible to make you flustered
-coming to his model events, who wouldn’t?
-it gets so difficult for him sometimes, he has to ignore his girlfriend in the audience who is silently cheering like crazy and blowing kisses
-you like to bring him bouquets of flowers each time and he loves it, it makes him feel appreciated. especially with how many times he had been rejected as a model for his height (true story, isn’t that crazy??)
-weekend getaways on weeks he isn’t too busy, you go out to a different area each time usually just the two of you
-even when he’s extra busy, he’ll try to still make room for at least a saturday. he doesn’t wanna lose the special connection you have
-he is such a sweetheart. such a sweetheart
-he was raised to be a gentleman and it SHOWS
-if you guys are outside and paparazzi or fans get too rough, he won’t hesitate to raise his voice at them. it’s one thing to overwhelm him, but his girlfriend? never in a million years would he allow that
-same with backlash from fans, he doesn’t care if they don’t “like” your relationship and he’ll publicly speak out about the backlash if it gets too much
-candid pics!!
-he loves taking candid pics of you when he thinks you look pretty (basically every hour of the day)
-tons of polaroid / film photos
-he has them hung up and has his favorite one of you together in his wallet so he can always have you near him
-when you wake up and have bed hair, when you’re doing your skincare / makeup, when you’re eating etc
-he loves buying you outfits or accessories and seeing you in them, especially jewelry
-he never gets you ring finger rings, he wants to get you one when it’ll be only ring you’ll ever wear for the rest of your time
-he’s the best
#tapesfrom1980#louis partridge#viscount tewksbury#louis partridge x reader#lord tewksbury#louis partridge x y/n#tewksbury x reader
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Hello can I please request a Leo Valdez x reader where maybe they’re having to go up against a monster together and Leo or reader gets hurt and then there’s a really cute confession
I really like you - Leo Valdez x Child of Apollo
Warnings: mention of injury, slight angst, confession/ happy ending, , not set in a specific time, bad spanish (curses), this was my first time writing a fight scene so i apologize, probably butchered what ambrosia can do for plot purposes, No use of y/n, kith, characters are 16+
a/n: i made the reader a child of apollo bc it made for a cute taking care of the injury moment, all of the spanish is from google and english is not my first language, THIS BECAME WAY LONGGEER THAN PLANNED, this was a challenge to write but i also had a lot of fun
Going on a quest with Leo Valdez sounded pretty easy at first. He can literally make fire and is able to pull pretty much anything out of his magic toolbelt.
What you had not considered however, was how much that guy could talk. Not just talk, he flirtet. like his life depended on it. Constantly.
Since you met him he took every oppertunity for it. Will had tried to tell you that Leo liked you multiple times but you were sure the flirting was just part of his personality.
Its not like it bothered you. It was flattering. But sometimes it hurt, just a little, to know that you were nothing special to him. Just another friend to flirt with.
And now, in the middle of fighting against a Gryphon, it was more distracting to you than anything.
You had walked next to each other through a forest, talking when, just as you reached a clearing, the almost scrawny looking creature appeared.
Its hind legs those of a lion, but with dark, almost black fur, while the front part of its body was that of an eagle, again almost black, with big wings on its back. Despite being half lion it looked closer to a hyena. The Gryphons Talons and beak glinting dangerously in the fading sunlight, as its red gleaming eyes were trained onto your bodys.
For a few seconds it simply stood infront of them. Not attacking. You and Leo mirrored its stillness. Hoping against all odds that it would just leave.
But of course its never that easy.
Within a split second it had launched into the air, just to swoop down towards you, talons streched out infront of its body. You quickly shoved Leo aside, both of you tumpling to the ground as the gryphons talons plunged into the earth where you had been seconds before.
As you scrambled to your feet, the gryphon flew upwards in preperation to dive down again. Within seconds you had pulled your bow of your shoulder and an arrow trained on the flying monster.
Next to you Leo had pulled a sword out of its sheath on his belt. He had rebelled against it, saying he was gonna be fine with his 3 pound club hammer and fire, but you had forced the sword on him incase of emergency and he was pretty glad for that now.
You started firing arrows at the creature, the first few not hitting anything as the gryphon was really quick and managed to dodge them easily. The fourth one hit its hind leg but the gryphon showed almost no reaction to it. Another arrow hit the gryphons left wing making it tumble towards earth slightly. It was still in the air but was clearly struggling to do so.
At this point the winged monster was close enough to the ground for leo to lunge at it with his sword, ducking under a talon before dragging his sword along the chest and belly of the creature, making it turn to dust.
"Well, that was easy, dont you thing princesa?", Leo turned to you with a grin, his swordarm losely hanging at his side.
"Yea, it was." You looked away from him, because gods did he look good like that. "Too easy", you started looking around, "Usually Gryphons are in bigger groups."
As you slowly turned towards leo again you quickly pulled up your bow, and shot the gryphon tht was about to attack leo, luckily hitting its heart dead center, making it fall to dust.
Leo had flinched slightly as you shot, but whipped around just barely catching the eyes of the monster before they disapeared.
"La Concha de tu Madre", he quietly cursed. You didnt speak a lot of spanish but this one was pretty easy to interpret as 'motherfucker'.
He slowly walked back towards you, while looking around in search for more monsters. "Okay you're right there are definetely more."
"Okay I'll try to take out as many as i can from the sky, you need to handle any that come to close." You instructed as you spotted one Gryphon above you, shooting it.
"Aye Aye." Leo lifted his sword. "I'll protect you dont worry, Hermosa."
Again, you didnt know what exactly he just called you but considering it was Leo and his tone of voice was very obviously flirty, you assumed it was some sort of petname.
Hearing his voice as he said it made you distracted for just a split second. But that was enough for the arrow you were shooting to jerk slightly to the left, missing the Gryphon.
"Fuck", you cursed under you breath as you pull out the next arrow and aiming it at the gryphon that had almost reached you now, but Leo had already jumped in attacking it. After a few seconds he had killed it.
This went well for a minute or so, but when you had almost all of them killed , the last four attacked all at ones. Why they mostly attacked solo before you coudnt say.
You managed to shoot one, but Leo had to fend of three of them at once. You aimed at them but couldnt shoot without risking to hit leo. Leo managed to kill one but was immedeately hit with the talons of another against his side.
He let out a sound similar to that of a wounded dog, before swinging around too face the gryphon and cutting of its head as you finally had a clean shot of the last winged beast.
They turned to dust at the same time.
You and Leo stood in complete silence for a few seconds catching your breaths. But then Leo let out a little whimper, dropping his sword and bringing his hand up to hold is side.
"LEO!"
You ran towards him, dropping your bow in favour of helping him towards a fallen tree on the edge of the clearing.
"Sit and take of your shirt"
You pulled of your backpack and knelt infront of him, taking out healing supplies as well as a small plastic bag filled ambrosia and a bottle of water.
"Wow, at least let me buy you dinner first, cariño", he flashed you a quick flirty but pained grin as he started to pull of his shirt, grunting in pain in the process.
Deciding to gloss over that comment you wait for him to get off his shirt.
"I'm really sorry..."
"For what?" ,He looked at you confused as he laid his shirt on the tree next to him.
You hand him a little square of ambrosia. "I probably could've shot that Gryphon before it attacked you. But I was to scared that I might hit you instead. If I would've just shot, you wouldnt be hurt now." You avoided lookin at his face but could see him eating the piece of ambrosia as you opened the waterbottle, pouring some water on a piece of cloth.
Leo chewed for a few seconds in thougt before swallowing. "That wasnt your fault. Not shooting was the right decision. I'm fine really." He tried to catch your eyes but you purposfully put all your focus on his wound.
"Your not fine." You mumbled through gritted teeth as you started to clean the wound with the cloth. The Gryphon got him good. Three long gashes starting about an inch to the left of his belly button stretching to the side of his ribs, each almost 6 inches long. Luckily they werent as deep and only flesh wounds, not hitting any organs.
Leo hissed as you carefully wiped away blood, the ambrosia having stopped the bleeding already.
The wound now clean, you put the now bloody cloth aside and inspected the gashes further, carefully running your hands over them. You squinted a little as you concentrated.
You see, your dad bein Apollo made you lucky enough to be blessed with healing powers. Nothing crazy. You definetely wouldnt be able to fully heal this, but it would be much more managable.
Concentrating on letting energy flow through your hands into Leo, you watched the edges of the wounds shrink. The whole thing going down to almost half its orinal size and depth. At this point he wouldnt need stitches.
"Wow, you can fuckin heal?!" You finally look up into Leos eyes, a shocked but excited expression on his face.
"Yeah.." You say confused. You thought he knew that. Clearly he didnt. But to his credit you didnt do it often, as it was exhausting.
"Thats awesome! It feels all warm and tingly" He grins. His expression reminding you of a child on christmas. It made your insides feel all warm and tingly too.
You quickly looked away, clearing your throat, after realizing that you had just been staring at him for like 30 seconds like a lovesick idiot.
You could feel how his eyes stayed glued to your face as you looked through your stuff for a gauze pad and a roll of bandages.
As you looked up to put on the pad and bandage, you could see his smirk out of the corner of your eyes. He had noticed your staring. You bit the inside of your cheek as you continued to wrap the bandage around his torso.
The proximity of it made your mouth dry and your stomach turn in nervousness. Your head was racing in thoughts. You had never been this close to him, and him bein shirtless certainly didnt help you either. You were sure your face had one slightly pink, it certainly felt like it.
When you were done you cleared you throat again and began to put away your stuff to avoid looking at him.
"You should be fine now. Uhm... Might be a little sore but uhm.. yea.." Gods this was embarrassing . Really.
"Hey Princesa?" He said softly, making you turn towards him with a hum in reply. "Thank you."
A soft smile adorned his face. Not a grin or smirk. The kind were his lips curled up in the corners, lips closed, no teeth showing. The kind that made the skin at the outer corner of his eyes crinkle ever so slightly. Eyes that looked so adoring, instead of their usual almost crazy look. It was an expression he didnt show often.
Your own face softened at his expression, eyebrows rising just the tiniest bit in surprise.
"No problem." A soft smile matching Leos grew on your face. You forced yourself to not look away from him this time. You watched his own gaze observing your face, before moving back to your eyes. He swallowed, his adams apple bopping slighly.
Leo mumbling your name snapped you out of your daze sligthly. Your real name, not some flirty spanish nickname. Just you.
"I really, really like you." He sounded really nervous. His eyes kept shifting from one of your eyes to the other before looking away for a second and then back to your eyes.
Hearing those worlds made your brain go into overdrive. Did he really just say that? Did you mishear? Is he making fun of you? He must be. But leo wouldnt do that. But there is no way he liked you right? Sure he flirtet with you. a lot. but he did that with everyone right? Why is he looking at you like that?
You realize you've just been staring at him, not giving him an answer, and hes starting to look anxious at your lack of response.
"Me? You like me?"
"yea..."
"I- ...."
You couldnt think of a proper response. It shouldve just been a simple i like you too. Bu you still hadnt fully comprehendet the situation.
"You know what... Just forget i said anyhing. I'm sorry I didnt mean to make things awkward or anything-" Leo started to ramble, interpreing your silence as rejection and shifting his eyes to his feet.
"I like you too!" You blurted out in panic, making his eyes snap back up to meet your gaze. "Like a lot. I like your stupid flirting and i hate it when you flirt with other people. I like when you use tha stupidly soft smile that you barely show. I like your dumb jokes even when they're not funny. I like how you always manage to calm me down no matter how scared i am. I like he way your hair falls into your eyes all the time." You look into his eyes, reaching up to grasp his hands in yours, as your expression softens. "I really like you Leo Valdez."
"really?"
"Yes, really" you laugh slighty never breaking eye contact, making Leo grin slightly.
You just look at each other for a few seconds before Leo quietly asks.
"princesa?"You hum in reply. "Can I kiss you?"
"Please."
Thats all it takes for his lips to crash into yours. Its soft, but intense. Your eyes are closed as his lip move against yours. His hands moving to cup your face as yours move around his neck, fingers sinking into his brown curls.
When he pulls away you keep your eyes closed for a few seconds. Leo rests his forehed against yours, his thumbs lightly stroking your cheeks as both of you catch your breaths.
You lean back in to kiss him again. A quick, small one this time.
You finally open your eyes to look at him. Both of you have goofy smiles stuck on your faces.
"You dont even know how long ive wanted to do that."
"Hopefully at least as long as i have, mi sol."
(translations: Princesa: Princess, cariño: Darling, mi sol: my sun )
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prompt ✧ calling them a petname for the first time
characters ✧ aether, wanderer, childe, albedo, kazuha, xiao
warnings ✧ gn!reader, none!
a/n ✧ i should definitely expand the characters i write for, but i don’t feel like it
AETHER
✧ does a double take
when the sweet nickname rolled off your tongue, he barely noticed, but then your words echoed in his head. might ask you to repeat yourself because he was too focused on the name. he blushed a little before doing whatever it was you had asked, deciding not to mention it in fear you’d take it the wrong way. he prayed to the archons you’d call him it again.
"huh? what’d you say?“
WANDERER
✧ makes a face
when he heard you call him a lovey nickname, he turned to you with a sour face. he honestly wasn’t trying to be rude, it just confused him as to why you suddenly called him that. he knew it was a couple thing— and well you two were a couple so it wasn’t strange, but he realized that a bit too late. when you saw his face you apologized and repeated yourself, but used his name instead. he felt bad, he didn’t even mind the lovey nickname. decided to just use one back to you, hoping you could read his mind and know he didn’t mean anything by his expression.
"of course, dear."
CHILDE
✧ teases you
a sly smile instantly spread across his face when you called him the petname. starts ending every sentence with the same name you used, causing you to roll your eyes and refuse to call him that ever again. makes fun of you every chance he gets after that, even if it’s been months since the exchange. after teasing you for so long, he sort of adapted the petname and now unironically calls you it.
"what’d you call me?"
ALBEDO
✧ unfazed
completely ignored it, probably didn’t even notice till you called him by it multiple times. his mind is always occupied with something so sometimes he doesn’t register certain things you say, and thus the petname was filtered out. once you get comfortable and start regularly calling him that, he gets used to it. he questioned you one night, the pair of you equally as groggy from the long day, and he was curious.
"when did you start calling me that?"
KAZUHA
✧ calls you one back
his reaction was immediate and natural. when you requested something from him and sweetly called him a lovey nickname, he responded just as sweet. you both started regularly calling each other petnames after that. sometimes the crew teases him, but he doesn’t mind at all. tells you all the time how much he loves when you call him a cringy name of endearment.
"i adore when you call me that."
XIAO
✧ is confused
sort of pauses and looks at you with a furrowed brow. you would’ve taken it the wrong way if he didn’t instantly start questioning what it meant. he knew about the names couples call each other, but he wasn’t sure if they each had different meanings or something. you had to explain it to him, but it payed off because then he started calling you petnames. you had a feeling he was testing them all out because he called you a bunch of different ones for a while before settling on one. he probably asked your opinion during this time as well.
"which one do you prefer?"
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BAD DREAMS .ೃ࿐
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Geto Suguru
Summary: Gojo knows he shouldn’t. But when he wakes up calling out his name he can’t resist—he needs him.
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings/Tags: Smut, Degradation, Rougher Sex, Face-fucking, Multiple Positions, Switch Dynamics, Mirror Sex, Feelings, Hurt/Angst, Emotional/Comfort (this is them in their early 20’s), Not Beta Read, little OOC (wrote this for some fun).
Author’s Note: I’ve never written character x character much but I got inspired and wrote this for my angels. I love the headcanon that they saw each other secretly as the years went by.
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Gojo Satoru’s apartment is sort of like you’d expect, endlessly and stupidly lavish but extremely cold and maybe a little empty.
One might wander through it and see that its very interior was still waiting for someone to come home, much like the penthouse’s owner.
The kitchen is modern and sleek, it all blends together cohesively, lights that turn on just by sensing movement. But it’s awfully large to cook in alone, it’s large enough you could envision one lover sat upon the counter with their legs swinging back and forth, whilst the other was clad in a novelty apron and stood at the stove.
A stupid one that said “kiss the chef” or something, Gojo always wanted to get Geto one of those when they moved in together one day. But it never happened.
Shoko brought him a bunch of ornate glass jars to store his candy, decoratively. But all those pretty jars lined up on the counter like that, in some kind of defensive line. They simply seemed to remind Gojo that there was no one to scold him for eating too much of it and not a real home cooked meal.
No wonder Megumi couldn’t cook, he clearly couldn’t either.
The large l-shaped sofa was so comfy Gojo slept on it more than his own bed, every corner of it was swimming in blankets and pillows. That way he doesn’t have to feel the empty space between him and the soft plump grey cushion. He doesn’t have to remember the chest he should have his cheek pressed against when he’s watching movies on the flat screen—alone.
Geto told him once that he hated the couch he had back home. Gojo wanted to give him all the space to breathe and be, he wanted their long legs to intertwine and enjoy the expanses of plush cushion together.
One time he even drunkenly said he’d have rather sat on milk crates, rather than his shoulders jutting into his fathers, or his mothers while he sat. He was always tall and broad, feeling like he took up too much space. He always wanted his own space although his room at Jujutsu High with Gojo felt like heaven on earth. They slotted their beds together most nights.
The bathroom was probably the worst reminder. The shower itself was a room. Geto loved spending time just letting the water cascade down his back. Making that beautiful black hair of his heavy with water as the steam that rose danced before his spine and kissed the muscles of his back.
The bath was large too, circular and deep enough for four people let alone two. It overlooked Tokyo, perfect for the placing of candles just beside it. Dark and slick and romantic.
The bedroom featured a king sized bed in which the tall white haired sorcerer slept alone.
But if the walls could speak, they’d reveal that the apartment and the owner were indeed waiting for a special someone to come home, but not in a final sense. In a sense that meant they were never finished with each other, that the bathtub had housed them both many a night, that sometimes Gojo clung to Geto as he used the stove. That most of the time they never made it to the bed, that the sofa really did do just fine.
It hadn’t even been a month, but the entire penthouse was waiting with bated breath. Tokyo’s landscape waited for the two lovers to feast their eyes upon it as they pinned one another against the glass, and as they watched at the lights of Shibuya with half-lidded eyes after, bodies entwined in the tub.
Gojo was waiting, whether he knew it or not.
He clutched his pillow so tight the cotton burned the tips of his fingers, as he did everything to catch up to the person who was slipping from his fingers in his mind. “Suguru, don't! Please, just—don't leave me, you promised me,” he blurted out, his voice small.
It was always the same rotten dream, though it was because these feelings never went away. The emptiness never ceased, Gojo put black holes through curses without even blinking, whilst the black hole where his heart used to be enabled him to be as apathetic as was socially acceptable.
Not that this applied to his beloved students, or even Nanami, either and especially not his first love. If anything it applied the most to himself.
He tried to run but his legs were captured by low-level curses, they wound around his calves until the blood there ceased to flow. Until he fell and his teeth took the blow as they crashed into the concrete. He could make out wisps of long black hair, the familiar shuffle of Geto’s walk, the way his fists bunched at his sides. They bunched like that that day too.
Gojo always teased him about it when they were teenagers, it always ended up with Geto setting of Jujutsu High’s barrier with his cursed energy. Years later it also ended with Gojo pinning Geto to his bed, his smirk ghosting Geto’s lips. “Don't hide anything from me, Suguru. You don't need to—ever.”
He jolted out of his nightmare so quickly he instinctively shot out his arms to clutch the one person who could comfort him. But he wasn't there.
Instead he clutched the pillow to his chest, wincing at the familiar roughness of the cotton. Geto always told him to switch to silk, his hair would stop sticking up so much, he told him.
He ran his fingers through his hair, smoothing down the strands and stroking his undercut just like Geto used to. “This—again.” He exhaled deeply, “No one knows about this but you,” he spoke softly to the darkness.
“No one knows about us either.”
He caved in minutes. The false bottom of his nightstand drawer clattering as he groggily searched for the second phone he kept there. He held his breath as he turned it on and dialled the one and only contact.
It only needed to ring twice before the silky voice that crackled through the receiver sent shivers down his spine. He imagined this was what it felt like to call home, until Geto he never knew.
“Dreamt of me, didn’t you, Satoru?”
He squeezed the deflated pillow in his lap. Geto always made his name sound like something so holy and special. He sighed in defeat, "Just—come."
“Okay. But first, you’re gonna tell me the part of me you’re craving the most?'
Following his obnoxious huff he opened his mouth to speak but Geto knew better, “No, no pointless ranting about the semantics. You know what I mean, don't you? You called me which means you want me, right now."
Gojo doesn’t bite his tongue like this with anyone else, instead he carefully nods in the dark. “That much is obvious, Suguru.”
Suguru swallowed at the suggestive lilt that overtook Gojo’s voice, his teeth burying into his lower lip. He inhaled so deeply it sounded like he was biting back a moan. Gojo grew hard in seconds.
“So, my mind? My body? My soul? My touch?”
Gojo pinched the bridge of his nose, phone tucked between his shoulder as he gazed at the city before his window. “I didn't call for a philosophical conversation. I called to fuck, Suguru,” he bit, snappy as his cock throbbed in his baggy sweats.
Geto clicked his tongue, “You still can't get off without me, huh?" He chuckled, a little mirthless. “Can’t, can you?”
He didn't need reminding.
“You…you know I can't,” he hissed.
Geto’s eyes flickered shut, his head reclined against his pillow, imagining Gojo on his cock, perfect like he always was. He couldn't fuck anyone else, either. They were both cursed.
“Suguru?”
“Mm, yeah. I’m coming, okay." His voice was impossibly soft. Sending a lovesick herd of butterflies to attack Gojo’s usually composed stomach. “Don’t fall asleep on me.”
“Okay,” he mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat. “I won’t.”
He laughed, his voice sweeter than sugar. “I know you won’t, I’ll see you soon, okay?"
Gojo tsked at the fact he could hear Geto smiling, he didn't even need to see it. “Okay.”
He showered, and then turned the lights down through the apartment so they wouldn’t be in complete darkness. Like they were a normal couple and not two lovers sneaking around behind closed doors. Just like in the beginning of all of this when they were too afraid to even touch each other again.
It feels like hours pass as he stares up at his ceiling, but it’s barely been one before Geto is knocking softly at his door.
As soon as he opens it, Geto’s presence overwhelms his own, telling Gojo all he needs to know about where the night is going.
He’s barely cocked his brow before Geto murmurs, “Yeah? I need you too, did you forget?”
He closes the door with a soft click, one large hand handling the sharp yet soft lines of Satoru’s pretty jaw. His lips work to slow Gojo down, to disarm him, to allow him to melt into his mouth like a soft centred candy.
“That's it,” Geto hums when he finally does, Gojo’s hands no longer clenched but wrapping loosely in Geto’s hair. “Let’s get you off the door, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Gojo whimpers softly, letting Geto push him down onto the couch. His hands scour every part of Gojo’s chest and torso like a sculptor admiring his work.
Then he grips his waist and pulls him in, kissing him like it's the first time in forever. It leaves them both breathless. When he pulls away he smoothes away the frown on Gojo’s lips with his thumb.
“Stop thinking,” Geto pants, “You don't need to when I'm here. I’m gonna give you what you want, yeah?”
He trails his finger down Gojo’s bare chest, kissing along his throat and teasing his teeth against his pulse point until he hisses. “Just wanna appreciate what’s in front of me a little,” Geto whispers, voice pitched dangerously low.
His fingers reach Gojo’s the throbbing erection visible in his sweatpants, his breath hitches until he inevitably moans out Geto’s name, breathy and needy. Geto daintily takes his chin between two fingers, smiling against his mouth. “I’m here to give you what you clearly need.”
“Shut up," Gojo rasps, tugging off Geto’s sweater and lurching to press his lips everywhere he can reach. His eyes flutter shut when he finally makes work of tugging all of Geto’s hair loose. The long feathery hair falls around his face and cages him in, tickling his throat. Geto laughs as he tries to bat it away, but his mouth goes dry when he sees the way his cerulean eyes are shining at him.
The sensation is so familiar—so like home it makes Gojo’s eyes prickle with tears. “Suguru,” he whispers, leaning close for a kiss. Geto indulges him immediately, their arms wrapping around each other, impossibly tight. “I wanted to see you,” he mewls.
Geto bucks his hips against Gojo’s experimentally, rutting his erection against Gojo’s until they break their kiss and Gojo’s tugging down both of their waistbands. He grins at the sight as he makes work of their pants.
“What am I gonna do with you, huh? Not even a month and you’re this desperate.”
Gojo laughs, deep and elated. High on whatever Suguru’s saliva is made of. “Don’t act like you’ve ever ignored my call, Sugu,” he coos, grinning.
Geto quickly closes the space, sliding his thumb into Gojo’s mouth. Shifting his hair to kiss his temple when he sucks obediently. “I won't, because I know I can't, Satoru.”
Gojo grins, continuing to tug away the clothing obstructing the access they want to each other the most. Geto cups his cheek as he does so, his eyes are tender but his voice is laid bare, filled with thick unfiltered lust. “Face of an angel, mouth of a I don't even know what…unfair is what it is,” he whispers.
“Unfair that I can't get enough of you, Satoru. No matter how much I try.” He sighs, “I was about to call you myself, tonight.”
Gojo smirks, throwing aside their remaining clothing. “Liar.”
He switches their positions, and makes his way down Geto’s centre, kissing and licking without breaking from his eyes. “I’ll teach you something, about lying to me.”
“Yeah, yeah. Go on then pretty thing,” Geto coos, watching Gojo’s cheeks flush violently at his words.
“Don’t act like I can’t take you, I am stronger, y’know.” He kisses and nips until Geto’s hands finally lay to rest at the nape of his neck.
“I know you can take me. I’ve seen it. Not that it ever gets old. So give in and do what you’re dying to do.”
Gojo blushes even more ferociously, gripping the thick base of him. His tongue eagerly catches the sweet beads of arousal racing along the veins. Geto’s cock was so long and thick that only
Gojo’s large hands managed to dwarf it.
He worked on him, carefully, licking and sucking and kissing on his cock, Geto cooed praises to him when he finally took him in his mouth. Gojo always managed to take his entire length, he was the best after all.
“Fuck Satoru, let me fuck you—dying to fuck you. Don’t let me cum!” He moaned, pulling Gojo’s mouth off his cock and delighting in the lewd strings of arousal and spit that broke and shone against his chin.
“Already?”
“Satoru, you have no idea how fucking hot you look sucking me like that, it’s dangerous,” he purred, tugging him close. “You take it all like the good boy you really are.”
You’re nothing like me.
Gojo nodded, completely entranced and holding onto every word. Caging Geto below him with a lazy smile on his lips. This brief window was always so dangerous, the moment when Satoru’s eyes were glassy and half-lidded from arousal.
Their laughs rang through the apartment as they tripped over each other scrambling to Gojo’s bedroom. Grabbing for lube whilst their tongues practically probed the back of the others throats.
It’s a quick working and arranging of their bodies, learnt and done so many times before.
It’s almost primal. The way Geto grunts, and Gojo moans just seconds behind, hips pulled up and arched impossibly. Geto’s large handprints leave indelible marks as he pumps his thick fingers in and out until Gojo’s whimpering incomprehensible nonsense.
“Sugu, I’m ready, just fuckin~now, need it. Fuck me.”
Geto tilts his face just to press a fond kiss to his forehead, pushing the hair out of his eyes just so he can enjoy every inch of his face. “I’m so lucky to get you like this, don’t think I don't know it.”
He presses another kiss to his cheek and he moans this time, simultaneously pressing the tip of himself at his entrance. “Make it up to me by fucking me,” Gojo chuckles, soon groaning at the stretch.
“God—fuck, you feel so good,” he drawls, turning to kiss Geto himself.
“Does it hurt?” Geto stammers, his voice too shaky to even speak.
“No!”
Geto starts to move, rolling his hips as he sets a steady pace. “Y’know why? Because I’d never hurt you, Satoru.”
“Don’t,” he moans back, fists twisting the sheets under him as drool pools down the corners of his mouth. “Don’t, Sugu.”
“Y’know why?” He kisses his nape, fucking him even harder, his tip nudging that spot deliciously.
“Stop, Sugu,” he whimpers.
He drives himself deeper, gripping Gojo’s waist so much harder that he growls, “Stop this?”
“No, but, don’t.”
“I won’t, because I—I love you.”
It’s magical how Gojo comes all over the sheets from the words. Just like that.
Geto stops, his cheeks burning so badly he hides his face with the back of his hand. Gojo shoves his face into his pillow, refusing to meet his eyes.
He grins at the red tips of Gojo’s ears, grinding his hips against his until he moans once more. Passionate and loving. “That's what you needed to hear to feel good, Satoru? That I love you, because I do. I really do, you feel that, yeah?”
Gojo’s incapable of words, he can't think. He can’t even talk when Geto is fucking him like this.
Geto moans, his lips against the shell of Gojo’s air as he threads their hands together. “I've always loved you, no one loves you like I do.”
“No one ever has,” Gojo hisses. “But you, but you…”
You just had to betray me.
“Next time m’ gonna fuck you till you cry for what you just—did!”
Geto grips the base of Gojo’s cock, jerking as he fills him impossibly full, until he touches the spot again that has tears of pleasure streaming down Gojo’s cheeks.
“Who’s crying now?”
He suddenly pulls out, missing the garbled sounds of his white-haired lover he tugs him, manhandling him until he’s pliant and on his lap like a tamed cat. “Watch yourself, or me. Watch me make the strongest crumble, give yourself to me Satoru.”
“I already give you everything,” Gojo groans, his hips quickly meeting Geto’s thrusts.
“Give yourself to me until there's nothing left.”
Gojo doesn't even recognise himself, so he hides his erotic expressions in Geto’s neck, kissing and biting as Geto thrusts inside him until he’s shooting his cum all over the mirror this time.
Geto’s hands just look so perfectly placed when they’re tightened on his waist and pulling him off and on his cock like this.
“Let it out, let it out. You’ve always been insatiable huh? How much more do you have in you? I know I could fuck you all night and you’d still want more.”
“I fucking hate you,” Gojo groans, repositioning them both so he can ride him. Geto moans as he watches Gojo eagerly stuff him back inside in their reflection.
“So you think you can face me?” Geto grins, cupping the backs of his thighs and fucking him even harder. Gojo can't even keep his eyes open, his lips parted, his cheeks no longer pink but instead replaced with an aggressive red.
“No one takes me like you, Satoru. Always so fucking good for me, so perfect. You were made for me.”
We were made for each other.
Gojo fights back his moans until he can’t, not when Geto is saying all of the things that make him tick. “I was,” he whines back. “Wasn’t I?”
“You feel so fuckin good on my cock, no one feels like you, fuuck.” His voice cracks, his teeth drawing blood from his lower lip. “I’m gonna cum in you, fuck!”
“Sugu!”
“Toru! My, my, my—love.” He shakes, groaning with his lips messily clashing with Gojo’s as he fills him deep.
Gojo whimpers into the corner of his mouth, the pet name making his entire body burn. “My love, my one and only. Satoru I wish, I wish…”
He’s breathless and spent but he’s pinning Gojo down again. Pushing him until his back meets his pillows as he slides in again. “I love you, Satoru. Tell me. Tell me you love me too.”
Gojo’s eyes well up, his teeth gritting as Geto fucks them both into overstimulation. “I won’t, I won't, don't you dare. Can’t ask me that.”
“No,” Geto leans in until their noses are touching,
his hair caging Gojo in, luring him under his siren-like spell.
“Tell me, you used to tell me all the time.”
“I used to say a lot of things.” Gojo moans, kissing him fiercely. “But I won’t say that, Sugu.”
“Then I’ll never see you again.”
He yanks Gojo upright until he’s straddling him once more, gripping his hips in place and pounding into him until he falls wordlessly into his chest. Clawing and moaning from the overload of pleasure. “Fuck you, saying that shit,” he groans. “And then fucking me like this.”
“You like to be fucked like this, you fucking slut.”
Gojo silences his obscene sounds into Geto’s shoulder. Moaning even more when Geto chuckles at how much of a mess he’s become.
“Give and take, we’ve always been give and take. You can fuck me like this next time, I’ll be anything and everything for you whenever you want. Just say it.”
“I can’t!”
Gojo can’t take this anymore, it’s too much, it all feels too good. He overpowers Geto with little effort, but Geto lets him do it anyway.
He shoves him onto the floor, and grips his cock, his smirk mischievous when Geto readies his tongue for it. He lets him slap it against his mouth before he finally takes it. Grinning around his cock as he takes the entire length of it.
“There’s the real Suguru, the exemplary student. The good boy who’s about to shut up and suck me.”
Despite his harsh tone he cups Geto’s face, ignoring the way his chest is heaving and still clawing for breath. No one makes his heart beat like this. He hates how he finds his heart going into a frenzy at anyone with long black hair until he realises it's not his precious Suguru. Not that he'd even tell him that.
“You always did look better with my cock down your throat.”
Geto hums amusedly, choking on Gojo’s cock as he does so.
“I know you love it too, helps you remember your place, doesn’t it? Thats it, fuck!”
He grips Geto’s hair with abandon, fucking his face until ropes of his come spurt down his throat. “Take it all, had to shut you the fuck up, l hate you, I hate you, I hate you!”
As soon as his breaths calm, Geto pins the cocky man below him once more. He has other plans. He straddles his chest, thumb running across his lip. He’s breathless too, voice spent from being fucked so mercilessly.
“Could have tapped out,” Gojo speaks softly, that raptured submission returning as he gazes in awe at the beautiful man above him.
He coughs before he speaks, “I’d never do that, but you are going to pay for it. This pretty face will, anyway.” He slaps his cheek gently before he starts to jerk himself above his face.
Gojo tries to feign frustration but he's turned on beyond belief, cock hard again. It’s so filthy, but it always was, they only ever did this when they were drunk or so horny for each other it turned them into animals.
Geto always touched himself so beautifully, so erotically.
“Because I love seeing your perfect fucking face, painted with my cum. Makes you remember your place.”
Gojo’s hands smoothed along his thighs, in wordless appreciation for the beauty before him.
“That the only man to do this will only ever be me, your one and only, yeah?”
His breath stutters as his orgasm approaches. Gojo finally nods, mouthing a feeble ‘I love you’ before offering his tongue. He groans as Geto’s come practically drowns him and soaks his tongue.
Gojo tries to swallow every drop, but before he knows it Geto’s dragging him toward the damned mirror again. He attempts to fight his grasp for a matter of seconds but he gives up, he doesn't care anymore.
“The fucking strongest belongs to me. The only one that can handle you—is me. Look at yourself.”
He knows he's right even if he hates it.
“You see us? We’re yin, and yang. Me and you, we’re perfect together,” Geto pants, shifting the hair from Gojo’s eyes as if to emphasise his point, his own hair falling over Gojo’s shoulders.
The city lights shine through Gojo’s white hair, and over Geto’s illuminating the thick black silk falling over his shoulders
“You’re mine, Satoru, and I love you. I will forever.”
Gojo cocks his brow but he leans closer, “You’re so vocal today, the good sex got you this sentimental.” He sighs, his grin full of play. “Might have to kick you out man.”
They find themselves wrestling until Geto is kissing Gojo’s forehead once more, his arms pinned and a stupid lovesick grin on his face.
“Listen, okay? I told you, I was about to call you too tonight. I missed you.”
Gojo laughs softly, leaning up to press a kiss to Geto’s cheek before speaking into his ear, “God, you’re embarrassing, aren’t ya?”
Geto glares at him before giving in. He pulls Gojo against his chest, grinning when he doesn’t resist. He curls around him like a cat, and Geto wraps them into a cocoon of blankets.
Gojo falls asleep, fast. White lashes fluttering ever so often, lulled by the warmth and safety of Geto’s embrace. “Please don’t leave me,” he mutters, twitching in some kind of bad dream.
Geto leans and kisses his nose, reaching for his phone to send a text home.
Won’t be home for a few days. Only call if it’s an emergency.
“I wish I didnt ever have to, my love.” he nuzzles himself into Gojo’s neck and kisses, sucking until he whines in his sleep. He grins against the mark that flushes in its wake and he squeezes him that little bit tighter until Gojo can't help but whimper softly, even in his deep sleep.
And then finally, he mutters the words. “Suguruu? Finally,” his mouth forms a little smile, “welcome home…I love you.”
“I love you too.”
©mrsackermannx: do not repost, plagiarise, translate or modify my works.
#satosugu#gojo x geto#gojo x geto one shot#gojo satoru x geto suguru#satosugu one shot#satosugu smut#inspired by the headcanon that they saw each other secretly as the years went by#i just love them so much <3#mdni banner: @fic dumpster <3
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Can I request some HC about Cove and cockwarming 👀
omfg yes you can
NSFW, gn reader, step 3 + 4 + DILF ! cove, multiple scenarios, prbly ooc bc dilf!cove is a menance over here ok, prbly ooc step 4 cove too but ion care imma babygirl him ‼️‼️
STEP 3 COVE
you can't expect an 18 year old to be normal or calm abt it
he's all whiny and tense
you're only on his dick long enough to adjust. both of you clinging onto each other and panting, tryna get used to such an intense feeling
you can try teasing him by cockwarming, but it really won't work
begs you to move, uses those big blues to try and sway you
will probably cry if you keep swirling your hips or clenching around him, he can't help but fall over the edge and lose his patience
doesnt matter if you you hold on long enough or are swayed by cove's sweet begging
but now it's your turn for your head to spin because cove thrusts up into you, holding you and hiding his face in your neck
I love the idea of him getting caught up in the moment again and flipping you over on your back and thrusting into you...
makes you finish first because I think he's totally obsessed with watching you finish, especially when you finish around him
STEP 4 COVE
you still can't expect him to be normal
but fuck does he love it
ik I haven't included switch cove n any of the other 2 scenarios (writing this bit last, yes I write backwards)
but I gotta tell you man...
he loves it sm
doesn't matter if it's a strap, loves cockwarming you
mmm, going throughout the day, splitting him open on your cock during different times of the day
please do ask him to stop doing a chore to sit in your lap, he's so weak rn
fuck, come up behind him n just slip in while he's washing dishes, he's in heaven rn
the whole day he's hard, ruined his pants w pre bc he's been in pieces the whole day
by the time you finally fuck him, he's in tears n so happy n pleased
also dies of happiness a bit when you cockwarm him
jfc doing it in the morning. or before bed, while you sleep...
is so turned on by this, sometimes he just can't do it and you'll wake up to cove squirming, apologizing but begging to fuck, begging to cum..
if he makes it through the whole night though... gets the pleasant scene of seeing you on too of him, grinding on his lap n telling him you should hurry up n finish before work<33
fuck imagine teasing him the same way dilf cove does (so spoilers lol)
n having him in your lap or you're in his, and you're tryna watch a show n you're moving your hips..
grinding on him, thrusting up into him..
either way he couldn't hold on, n now you have HIM on the coffee table or laid out on the couch, heart eyes while watching you take him while on top 🫶🫶
he's in love actually
DILF COVE
oh he does it for fun
this is a sport to him
how long can you sit on his cock until you either whine n beg, or you need to get back to the rest of the world
fuck, if you don't have kids or they're grown. he'll do it while you guys sleep<3
anyway🙈
this is almost like a punishment, n like I said, it's entirely for his entertainment n he'll fucking do it while he's watching TV or on the computer
will twist your nipple or rub your sex
kisses your sensitive neck or pushes your hips down
"sorry baby, I was grabbing a pen"
although at some point he'll surprise you by languishingly fucking you. his cock dragging against your walls...
it's so slow n such a tease n it's just enough to keep your stomach burning
omfg cockwarming while he plays a game or watches a show...
you're tryna watch this movie, but you're only half way paying attention if at all because of cove
it's a romance, or some shitty action movie with too many unnecessary sex scenes
every time the characters make out, kissing n groping each other
he's grabbing at you, groping your chest, teasingly stroking your sex, kissing you breathless..
and every sexy scenergy he thrusts up into you, holding your hips down while you cling onto his arms that are wrapped around your waist
either it ends in neither of you cumming, successfully edging yourselves until the end of the movie
or you bent over the coffee table or with your legs up, buried in the corner of the couch as cove works you both through one or two orgasms <33
just the sexual tension alone turns him on, will happily go all day, splitting you on his cock n then going about your day without cumming
fuck, he'll do it before work and then at dinner.. his younger self would've choked and died at just the thought
tells you you look so pretty cumming for him, also tells you some nasty shit like he's so pent up n can't wait to fuck you, can't wait to finish inside you
tells you he's been thinking abt it all day...
pls dilf cove so good n yet so bad for our hearts... 🫣
#olba#our life: beginnings & always#cove holden#cove holden x reader#smut#cove holden smut#cove x mc#cove x reader#cove our life#cove holden x reader smut#cove holden x mc
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Behind The Screen
[TWST AU]: Self-Aware AU, but with logical takes.
[Synopsis]: In this timeline, MC/Yuu/[Y/N] was playing TWST one day and then something off-putting happens.
[TW]: Mild cursing
[(A/N)]: I know. This AU has been done multiple times with most of them being…possessive. I decided to try the concept, but with my own take on it. Also MC/Yuu/[Y/N] is around 16-18 years old in this AU.
MC/Yuu/[Y/N] is just your ordinary gamer who loves the game, Disney: Twisted Wonderland.
They played that game almost everyday ever since it was first released.
They get to experience everything from leveling up the characters (especially their favorites who may or may not be bias towards) to collecting items.
MC/Yuu/[Y/N] fell in love with the storyline and laugh at the humor whenever something ironic and sarcastic happens.
All fun and literal games until one day something happens.
As MC/Yuu/[Y/N] logs into TWST and expected a character greeting them with a gift each day, there wasn’t anybody on the screen.
They thought it’s probably a glitch. It happens.
Shrugging off the weird occurrence, they continue the game as usual, leveling up the characters and winning in battles.
As they were reading through a chapter, something slips up.
Ace Trappola, everyone’s favorite little bastard accidentally mentioned how MC/Yuu/[Y/N] look stupidly cute today with their new haircut.
They freaked out a little.
MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Okay. I may need more sleep or did I hear Ace right about my looks for today?
Ace: *Sweatdrops*
Deuce: *Whispers* Ace, say your line. You’ll blow our cover.
Ace: *Whispers back* You too, Dunce-face. You’ll get us in trouble.
MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: …I’m not dealing with this shit.
Ace: No wait-
They exit out of the game and starts texting to a friend of theirs asking advice on what to do with a possibly possessed app game operated by the Japanese branch of the huge corporation.
[MC/Yuu/[Y/N]’s Bedroom]
MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Okay, that’s it. I’m reporting this to the development team and possibly FBI because what kind of sick game is this?
Riddle: No wait! Prefect!
MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Don’t “Prefect” me! I know how this shit goes, and it ends badly.
Lilia: Oh dear. You read too many Yandere fics, haven’t you.
MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: …How do you know that?
Ace: Duh! It’s obvious. We’re in your phone. We sometimes sneak into your search history.
Jack: I’m afraid to ask questions about your…free time.
MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: You don’t have to know, Jack.
Vil: You need a better wallpaper, honestly. Who edited this abomination?
MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Uhh…I did the wallpaper.
Vil: …You need to work on your photoshop skills.
[MC/Yuu/[Y/N]’s Bedroom]
MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: You’re telling me you listened to everything I spoke about this past year?
Riddle: Unfortunately, yes.
Leona: You cursed at us for being “too handsome” and “how stubborn” we can be.
Azul: Let’s not forget you spilled some secrets nobody else would know. You still sleep with a stuffed dolphin after 4.
MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Luckily nobody ask for my phone.
Kalim: Your world sounds a lot of fun to learn about. I always wonder what it’s like outside with no magic involved.
MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Believe my words, it’s not pretty.
Vil: I heard you talked about some fashion brands. Louis Vuitton?
MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Yeah…That and other brands are expensive as Hell here.
Idia: I was wondering about your Otaku culture…
MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Oh! There is enough to talk about with new anime and manga coming out everyday.
Malleus: *Peeks into images of Gargoyles*
MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Tsunotarou? What are you doing on Google Images?
Malleus: Oh. Forgive me, Child of Man. I was curious about your device.
MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Nah, it’s fine. Just be careful when you’re searching for something.
[MC/Yuu/[Y/N]’s Bedroom]
MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: *Fanning over a character* Jesus Christ! I can’t with this guy!
[Insert an image of Yoru from Valorant.]
[(A/N): I couldn’t help myself.]
Deuce: Huh? Hey, isn’t he from-
MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Oh, yeah. I sometimes dabble into Valorant and he’s one of my mains.
Ace: So your type is the edgy bad boy type~?
MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Don’t even try, Ace.
Ace: *Threw his hands up in defense* What? It’s not like I can leave here.
MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Touché.
✨[Reblogs helps creators and creates for more content]💫
#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland#twst#twst au#TWST Self-Aware#Self-Aware AU#twisted wonderland mc#twst mc#twisted wonderland yuu#twst yuu#twisted wonderland headcanons#twst headcanons#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader
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What about yandere self-aware Lumine and Stelle who try to get you to play their respective games?
Hiya! I wasn't entirely sure if you wanted a scenario with both of them at once or seperate ones for both. I decided to do one where both of them want you to Play their game over the other ones, but if that's not what you wanted feel free to tell me.
⭐ Let's start off by saying in what way they are similiar to each other. Both of them became obsessed with you for a simple reason, you are real.
💫 It's hard to say what caused Lumine to become self-aware. Perhaps It was faulty programing, maybe a glitch on your side?
💫 Once she did became self aware tho... her first reaction was to cry... or at least try to. Her entire life, her world, her friends and even her brother were nothing but lines of code made to give people gambling addiction.
💫 But while in her depressed state she noticed something... a warm, soothing feeling suddenly embraced her. It was you, at the time she didn't know what exactly was happening, but she knew it was enjoyable and calming.
💫 Later she learned more about you, that you were a player that was having fun with her world. She started to memorise your schedule, waiting in anticipation for your next "visit" as she started to call call them.
💫 But one Day, you haven't showed up... and then the next and the next. Disstressed, Lumine checked your activity... and find out something horrifying... you were playing a diffrent game.
🌟 Stelle's "awakening" let's call it, was a lot like Lumine's. With one tiny diffrence, she got WAY more attached to you. (That is not to say that Lumine didn't get attached)
🌟 She Would practicaly have a mental breakdown whenever you stopped playing, it isn't a pretty sight...
🌟 So when one Day you haven't logged into the game... she wasted no time in checking your devices activity to see if you were "cheating" on her... after seeing you'v Been playing diffrent game, only one thing was able to get out of her mouth. "What the hell is Genshin Impact?"
⭐ Now, both of the Girls would have similiar way of making you favor their game above their competetor's, that is manipulating game mechanics in your favor, they would go about it in slightly diffrent ways.
💫 Lumine would be more subtle, Givng you better crit rates, making sure you only get Commision that she noticed you enjoyed and slightly increasing the amount of Primogems you were given.
🌟 Stelle on the other hand... oh boy. She wouldn't be subtle, like at all. All 10 pulls that you did would result in you getting multiple 5 star characters. The enemy AI seemed to sometimes just glitch, making the game a little too easy. And one Day you would wake up to your account having thousands star rail passes. It made you think your account was glitched or something.
⭐ Oh and believe me, if they managed to contact each other in some way, all the time they didn't spend with you, they would spend arguing about you. It's almost comical.
⭐ Overall tho the situation Wouldn't be too pleasant for either of the girls... At least you were getting free stuff in-game, and who doesn't like that?
Hiya! I Hope that you enjoyed this! I'm sorry if it wasn't the type of thing you were looking for :(.
Like always i'm open to criticism.
#yandere genshin impact#yandere honkai star rail#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere headcanons#yandere lumine#yandere Stelle
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Monarch Butterflies
Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!
Summary: You're a rook that Ghost grows fond of
Reader: Male
Warnings: Smoking/Vaping, Scars? (Not sh)
Now playing: Trash Magic by Lana del rey (unreleased song)
AN: Its 1:50 am here and the fic gets shittier the more you read but im more pleased with this one than i was with the old one. Also i renamed this one! I might rewrite this again in the future... Have fun pookies! [:
The deafening noise of the helicopter blades overrode every other sound at the base. The hair of the young man descending from the Helicopter stairs was swirling in the stirred-up air, making it hard for him to see anything at all. The pilot chuckled at the rookies obviously intimidated posture. “Go on, make yourself at home!”, he yelled. The youngster felt a bit more confident now, even if it was only a tiny bit.
You slung your bag over your shoulder and began walking towards the entrance, since you were told you’d be greeted there. You were meant to be at this place, but your low self esteem made you feel as small as a mouse. But you did graduate at the top of your military training, so you packed quite a punch. Other people would describe you as ambitious but sweet, which some dickheads saw as an invitation to pick on you.
“Soldier, Welcome!”, a man with a quirky fisherman’s hat greeted you. You offered him a warm smile, inhaling deeply before you spoke. “I’m assuming you’re Captain Price?” The air smelled fresh and was slightly cool, running a chill down your spine. The bearded man grinned at you, “Yes, indeed. And you are L/N F/N?” You saluted hastily, “Yes sir!” His grin widened a tiny bit. “At ease soldier, let me introduce you to my boys.”, stepped to the side, revealing a group of soldiers, all of them looking very unique.
“Hi, I’m Kyle but you can call me Gaz!”, the young man with an incredibly beautiful face smiled at you. You offered him a small nod while you were wondering what the hell his skincare routine was. “Soap MacTavish! Lookin’ fahrward to working with ye!”, his thick Scottish accent very apparent. He held his hand to you, giving you a hearty handshake. You eyed the next man carefully, examining his clothed face, which only revealed his dark brown eyes to you. “Ghost.”, his words felt like a cold hand crawling up your back, gripping your soul and ripping it right out of you. Your knees felt weak, and your posture shrank ever so slightly.
The rest of the team has introduced itself to you, each and every individual letting their character shine through. But that clamming, cold feeling still hasn’t left you. “So, rook. You can’t just fuck around and find you, so I’ll assign you a mentor. We don’t want to waste your potential, now do we?”, he paused quickly, looking at you intently, smiling. “…And maybe that bastard will learn something too.” He then directed his smile towards Ghost, causing him to roll his eyes at his Captain. “Lieutenant, would you please show our rook around?” Ghost only responded with a sigh and began walking away, not waiting for you to catch up. You quickly scurried after him, not before quickly saying goodbye to the others.
Ghosts’ steps were big, your smaller form was struggling to keep up, but you’d never admit that out loud. “Here are the barracks.”, he curtly nodded towards a big entrance, numbered with some ungodly long cipher. He also showed you the multiple gyms that the base offered, peeking your head in to check out all of the machines available. The washrooms were pretty close by, allowing you to quickly use the toilet, since you didn’t get the chance earlier.
Your mentor has proven himself extremely important to you, even if he was a bit gruff sometimes. “AIM STRAIGHT YOU ASSHOLE” or “GODDAMN IT, ROOK. KEEP YOUR EYES PEELED” could often be heard over the radio during your missions. But the more time passed, the closer you two got.
“You want one?” Simon offered you a cigarette as you two were standing outside of the base, a cool gust of wind passing through. You shook your head, thinking it might just be impossible to even light one with this wind. “Nah, got my vape.”, your voice was barely above a whisper. Your Lieutenant shrugged indifferently, picking his lighter out of the pockets of his jeans. He’d never tell you that, but he cared deeply about you. To him you were like a younger brother and he’s willing to defend you in any situation.
This day came way too fast, ripping you out of the daily routine you’ve been following for over a year now. A heavy, awkward silence fell over the base. The one-four-one knew what would happen, today you’d be joining the Forze speciali italiane (Italian special forces) and would be permanently deployed there, meaning you won’t be part of the 141 anymore. Most of the guys have already said their goodbyes, some of them had a pained expression on their face, others (Soap lol) were bawling their eyes out. But someone has been avoiding you all day. Simon. You urgently wanted to talk to him, knowing it would eat you up from the inside for eternity if you didnt.
You hesitantly knocked on Simon’s door, waiting a bit too long for a response. A muffled “Come in” could be made out over the steps of some soldiers down the hall. You entered the room, carefully closing the door. Your friend was sitting at his desk, writing something on a piece of paper. You sat on his bed, like you’ve done many times before. You two were silent for a while, both not sure what to say. Then you slowly began. “So… how are you?” Simon turned around in his chair and looked at you intently. “Shut the fuck up.” Just a few seconds later and you were pulled into a tight hug. This was all that it took to make you cry like a little child, sobbing in your friends’ arms. You were surprised to hear Simon sniffling too, was he crying? As you two parted, you saw that he was indeed crying as his eyes were red and his blond eyelashes stuck together because of the tears.
You looked at your shiny wristwatch, standing up again. “I really gotta go. I’ll miss you Si.” You offered him a warm smile.
And with that you were gone.
The smell of fresh cut trees adorned the air, leaving you content. Your hair was dancing in the wind, looking a lot like the flames of a hungry fire. For the past five years you’ve been part of the Italian special forces, being an important asset. You’ve worked your way up the ladder and could now proudly call yourself a Lieutenant. In the past years you have collected a lot of experience but not all of it good.
“We’re here L,t.”, the pilot pulled you out of your thoughts. As soon as the helicopter had landed, you jumped out and moved towards the all too familiar entrance.
“Rook! Or rather Lieutenant!”, Price greeted you warmly, patting you on the shoulder in a dad-like manner. You laughed, chit chatting with him as you continued walking. You met Gaz, Soap and Roach, making idle small talk with them, when Simon appeared out of thin air, as usual. He stared at you, not believing his eyes. “Y/N…?”, he whispered hesitantly. You walked up to him, happy to see your friend again. Tears were welling in your eyes, you thought you might never see him again. Simon hugged you with his strong arms, gripping you tightly, scared that you might just be a phantom of his imagination. You looked different, more mature, but also like you’ve seen some shit. You were still his friend from back then, but there was a hint of seriousness in your aura. Maybe it was also the gigantic scar across your whole face, indicating a serious injury, as it barely missed your eye. You guys definitely had a lot to catch up on.
"I missed you, idiot."
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q!Forever & q!Bad, comedy and tragedy are two sides of the same coin
(little meta rp analysis & appreciation)
Comedy and tragedy- complimentary concepts when it comes to the dynamic that is these two characters.
Their lore together is truly like a soap opera to me in the way it operates, entertaining in how goofy it is- I laughed so much during interrodate. They had a whole elaborate musical prank war over a stolen gun (which neither of them even had, they’re just too dedicated to the bit.) The first thing they say to each other after q!Forever returns from the nether is “You look terrible!” 💀 and my guy gifted a bloody chainsaw as the flower of the day to q!Bad in purgatory 1 which was happily accepted.
Even when the characters show attraction for each other, it’s usually through some ridiculous romcom thing. q!Forever is in love with q!Bad dressed as pink barbie and thinks photos of her are the best gift a person could ever receive?? 🤨 q!Bad daydreams about q!Forever as a lobster with blonde hair and a six-pack??? brother be projecting him onto larry the lobster from spongebob squarepants dude what is wrong with them 😭 sometimes I wonder how they’re able to do all these bits in improv and take it seriously, it’s impressive
The characters are not normal, their relationship is not normal, it cannot be viewed normally. the ccs know exactly what they’re doing in creating whatever *gestures* this is, and it’s amazing. over the top, cute, played perfectly for comedy
But the characters aren’t just that, you can’t have them without the inverse 🎭 like a punch to the gut after all the sillies, they really know how to do tragedy well.
I very much look forward to whenever they’re at the top of their angst game, bc they both LOVE to make their cubitos suffer. to an insane degree. My god these two can’t go 3 days with their characters experiencing some peace and joyful whimsy, they *must* rp their ocs actively dying, horribly diseased, going crazy
And they go hard with it. I’m very serious when I say multiple times during the lore I’ve had to get up and walk away to calm down because it was too intense. super special shoutout to the q!Forever first happy pills arc stream & October 1st q!Bad psychotic breakdown stream. I’ve never been so shocked as I was watching those live, the stamina to do highly emotional rp like that is actually nuts. some of the most angsty mfs on this server fr (the #1 spot goes to quackity though. hey maybe i’ll make a tierlist)
So when Bad & Forever bring the best of their angst ability into serious rp interactions together that Aren’t comedic…? we are in for a treat. that talk they had right when q!cellbit died to the code, the richas rescue mission, the election, voting arguments, post-ron kidnapping, colorblind test/therapy, flower of the day. many scenes that are seared into my mind, but none is more so than The Happy Pills Proposal. goosebumps whenever I think about it… the scene ever. the way it was framed, the lines they said, how it had tense, chilling buildup before a literal explosion. how are these people capable of doing the most silly things and then turning around to stab us in the heart 50 times
So you bet I’m crossing my fingers for a meeting between @v@ & q!Bad. Forever is absolutely killing the role so far. If q!Bad gets involved I can already taste the glorious angst…. since he has specific traumatic experience in also being possessed, & having killed his possessed friends in another life. he recalled the memory when talking about how to save q!Forever last night. fun! *shaking*
anyways that’s all :D love these characters, I had been wanting to do a little meta appreciation post for a while so I thought why not now ^^
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So You Want to Write Poly Fic: A How-To from Your Favorite Poly Mutual
(i know for many of you I'm your only poly mutual so that works too)
This guide is going to rely heavily on Stranger Things pairings, because that's the fandom I'm currently writing in, but these concepts can apply to any fandom.
Expand your definition of Polyamory
Fandom loves the triad, and if this is what you want to write, there's no reason not to. However, three people all dating each other should not be the only thing you think of when you think of polyamory! Here are some other configurations for your consideration:
Jonathan is dating both Nancy and Argyle, but Nancy and Argyle are not dating each other
Chrissy is dating Robin, but sometimes makes out with Heather at parties.
Eddie, Steve, and Nancy are all dating each other, and Nancy has a separate relationship with Barb.
Steve and Robin have a queerplatonic relationship that they consider their primary partnership, but both date other people in a casual setting.
Chrissy is not ready to be in a relationship after breaking up with Jason, but has casual hookups with multiple people who are aware of and comfortable with the situation.
2. Pay attention to your dyads.
One of the most common mistakes I see in poly fics is trying to superimpose the same way you'd write monogamous pairings onto more people. The problem with this is that in a couple with only two people, you are only writing one relationship. In a poly ship, you're writing more, and probably a higher number than you think of. This is where the dyad comes in.
A dyad simply the relationship between two people. Say you're writing Nancy/Chrissy/Robin (as you should). You're not just writing the one relationship between the three of them. There are also three separate relationships to consider:
Chrissy/Nancy
Robin/Chrissy
Nancy/Robin
Each of these relationships will have its own dynamic, and just because they're all dating doesn't mean it will all be the same. This is why I often caution newer writers away from writing relationships with tons of characters off the bat. The jump from a triad to a quad moves you from 3 dyads to 6. Now, depending on your POV character, you may not have to focus much on every single dyad, but you do need to be aware of their existence.
3. Metamour Dynamics
A metamour is a person who your partner is dating and you are not dating. Metamour dynamics can be very complicated (but also very fun to play with when writing) because of the feelings that can come up seeing your partner with someone else.
Let's say both Steve and Robin are dating Nancy, but not each other. Are they thrilled to never have to be apart? Do they find it hilarious how much they share one brain? Or do they get sick of never having space away from each other? Does Robin resent that Steve's relationship with Nancy is more recognized by society because of heteronormativity? Does Steve resent that Robin's never had her heart broken by Nancy?
Metamours also may be awkward or choose not to interact. Let's say Nancy's dating both Barb and Eddie now. Do Barb and Eddie form an unlikely friendship? Are they consistently awkward and tense to a point where Nancy doesn't keep them near each other?
There are as many different metamour dynamics as there are people, and giving some life to these relationships will give a lot of texture and realism to your poly fic.
4. Let it be Messy
When we write monogamous pairings, most writers in a longer fic will include things not working out, miscommunication, hurt feelings, jealousy, anger, and angst. But there seems to be an anxiety around allowing any of these things to exist in polyamory, as if by admitting it's not always perfect, we're giving ammunition to polyphobia. (This same pressure is put on poly people in real life to be the Perfect Poly Partner and never experience difficult feelings around polyamory.)
The truth is, relationships are complicated. And while I love seeing poly pairings in fluff and smut, there seems at time to be real resistance to putting poly pairings into genres that are messier.
Mess is a part of life. Mess is especially a part of intimate, vulnerable relationships, and, on a personal note, I need the mess to exist in fiction because stories are how I understand myself. When poly people are allowed to be human, it helps me (and probably other poly people) give myself permission to be human too. You are not hurting the poly community if your characters mess up, especially if it's in real and human ways.
I hope this helps you feel more comfortable and confident writing poly characters! Feel free to shoot me an ask if you have any follow-up questions.
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Hiii I want to know something about the mcyt su au! The way you assign gems to each person, does their personality influence the choice?? Or are you just going for the visual vibes of he gemstone? How do you choose
honestly it depends! some designs like bdubs was definitely more based on visuals, nephrites are green and have that one big eye so i was like, omg, that's very bdubs so i went with that for his gem.
others i feel are more personality-based, like scar as a spinel. or role-wise with mumbo as a peridot. it honestly depends on what grabs me more.
but the most important thing for me though is that for base designs (non-fusions) i try as much as i can to stick to ONLY canon designs/gems we've seen in the show, this is so i can pretty much directly pull color palettes from those characters and keep it as loyal-looking to the show as possible. it makes them more recognizable as SU designs in my mind, i did this with both gemcyt and gemstuck with only a couple exceptions (nepeta as a cat's eye, docm as bloodstone, etc.) i think a part of the fun challenge is trying to conform with these baseline designs while also trying to make the character recognizable. it's why some troll gemstuck designs have horns, and others don't. it depends on if i feel it was vital for their design aspects as most gems (unless corrupted) don't have horns.
with fusions i'm a lot more free-form with it, but for base designs i like to have at least 1 solid reference to compare the design to so i can try to match the show as close as possible. obviously this means i'm limited on what gems i can make people, and sometimes that puts me in a tricky spot because i also dislike doing too many repeats of the same gem, exceptions in both gemstuck/gemcyt being that i have multiple pearls (kanaya/eridan/jane in gemstuck, joel/pearl in gemcyt)
because let's be honest if we did this only on gem societal roles, the majority of the hermits would be either peridots as redstoners or bismuths/lapis lazulis as builders
so as far as choosing gems, that's sorta my mindset going into it! it's a mix of things but there's restrictions i give myself and i try to work within those when i can! :D
#so for example for gemcyt i havent made any designs with jades yet#so if i designed someone in the future#there's a good chance whoever it'd be i'd find a way to make them a jade#gemcyt#chris talks#hope this makes sense!
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Can we see little blurb as a full length fic for requests this was adorable yet so naughty
{AN}-> I'm debating if I should make this a strict NSFW page where all the deep thirst is but at the same time I like writing fluff too, hmmmmm, I'm honestly doing this memory and kinda altered it a bit
{AN prt2} this is extremely overdue.
warnings; Smut; female reader, dirty talk, language. possessive, thigh riding, multiple orgasms(?), Overstim (?), proceed at your own risk!!
All characters are above the age of 18, taking place AFTER UA high.
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It all mostly started because you wanted more experience than what you currently had. You were fresh out of UA, ready to head-on with your life. Although, you're off to a pretty good start since you had a pretty nice place to stay with your roommate, Izuku. You had already been good friends so sharing a place to live wasn't a bad idea. You both put in your fair share of the rent, groceries, and other bills. On top of that, you also kept each other in good company.
However, at some point, everyone gets a little romantically lonely and you were feeling it more than ever. You decided to start dating but none of the guys you had met weren't meeting your expectations. They were shallow, some of them were too pervy, and immature and others just wanted sex.
So something had possessed you to go to Bakugo. Do not let his character fool you, this man attracts women like ants to honey. He was built like a god, had gorgeous features, strong, and was...experienced. Long story short you had both become friends with benefits after you came to some agreements.
1. this would remain between you both. He was big on privacy
2. if this were to happen neither you nor him would sleep with other people, for health purposes
3. if there were to be something more, you would have to let him know right away.
they were reasonable enough so, of course, you agreed. Whenever you need some company or something more you just give him a call or go over to his place. It was a lot more than just hookups tho, the sex was amazing but having him to yourself was really great too. During your periods if your cramps were bad and you just wanted cuddles, he would lay with you for however long you needed. Or maybe you wanted to go shopping and needed some help picking stuff out, he'll come with you
Oh, and he has a habit of sending you to get something so he could pay a majority of the sum. He somehow gets it right every time so you think you snagged a deal. Sometimes he spoils you and buys you some nice lingerie for special nights.
Well, today you had told him you could have a movie night. Only he had opened the door to something he did not like. You were playing some video games with Izuku before he had to go out, and you had your legs laid across his lap. His arms resting over your legs. In Bakugou's opinion, he was way too close to you.
"Maybe I should leave since you guys are having fun together." he sneered crossing his arms at the scene.
"Katsuki! You're here!" you said pausing the game "we were just playing a few rounds before Izuku went out," you said as you stood up from your spot
"Hey Kachan, I was just heading to the agency, it was good to see you again though," he said grabbing his phone and heading for the door "I'll see ya later Y/N!" you wave to Izuku as he closed the door and look back to the blonde. You head over to him and kiss his cheek
"What's got you all grumpy?" you ask about his grimace
"Whatever, it's nothing let's watch the movie" he grumbled getting the account set up on the TV and getting the movie running. You took your spot next to him getting comfortable in his arms. You knew by his lack of movements or comments that he usually makes
"hey." you said budging him but he didn't move. Well now you were left with one option
"hey" you repeated
"hey"
"hey"
"hey"
"he-"
"What?!" he snapped
"Why are you all pissed at me?" you ask coming off of him to sit on your knees
"Why don't you ask you, little boyfriend, Dek-" he stopped looking you up and down "The hell are you wearing?" he snarled
"Huh?" you look down to Deku's hoodie that you were wearing "O-oh, it got cold and he offered his hoodie s-so I took it and-"
"So what are you fukin' him too?" he interrupted
"No Katsuki!" you defend "God it's a damn hoodie, either way, why are you so jealous? It's not like you're my boyfriend!"
"Not your boyfriend huh?" taking your wrist he takes you into what is Deku's room and sat on his bed "We'll see what you say after this," he smirks deviously and strips from the sweats he was wearing to reveal his muscular thighs
"pants, now," he demanded "you're gonna cum all over my thigh teddy bear" he smirked
"B-but what abou-"
"Come on, maybe I'll even forgive you," he said patting his lap. You had to be honest for one thing seeing his muscles and him being demanding in the bedroom was really a turn-on. You pull your pants down along with your panties and walk towards him. His hand lands on your hips as he leads you to straddle his thigh and sit down Direct contact with the muscle made you shiver. He pats your ass with a squeeze and said
"Start grinding those hips baby," he smirked as his hands travel up under the hoodie you wore to caress your skin. You do as he demands and grinds forward and back, forward and back. A long sigh escapes your lips
"That's it, baby, get yourself off on my leg." he flexes his thigh increasing the pressure on your clit making your jolt "take this shit off, 'wanna see those tits," he said practically ripping off your shirt and the hoodie along with it. Your nipples are exposed to the cool air as you keep grinding his leg
"Katsuki~" you mewl as you throw your head back, his arm circling around you bringing you flush against him as he sucks on your neck. Moving from place to place making sure to mark his territory. With a shake and jolt, you come undone all over his thigh. Your body jolts every now and then as hold on to his shoulders.
"Good girl~" he growls lifting you up a bit to show how much you had come. A string still connected to your dripping pussy glistens in the light
"K-katsuki..." you pant still coming down from your high
"Don't whine now doll, I'm not done just yet" he smirks as he flips you over and throws you onto the bed. You watch as he slides his sweatpants off, his cock springing hard. His calloused hands meet your knees as he kneels in front of your and rubs the head of his cock over your silky slit.
"Damn, nice and wet, just how I like it," he grinned "Ready for me, teddy bear?"
You nod your head, aching to be filled with his cock. He slides in effortlessly, making you both sigh in relief and pleasure. You constricted around him tightly and he filled you deliciously. He pulls out painfully slow and rams himself back in.
"Fuck!" he finds a steady pace as he rocks his hips back and forth. "Pussy, so good...only I can fuck you, you know this" he panted flipping you onto all fours. One hand pushing your shoulders down and keeping your ass up "Even your pussy knows it. I can feel it squeeze me whenever I tell you so" he growls.
This had to be one of his favorite view and position. A firm spank comes down on your ass making you jolt. Even when he was so erotic and vulgar with his words, it only elevated the pleasure.
"Fuck yourself back on to my cock baby, just how you like!" he huffs leaning back enough for you to continue riding him back. The way your ass bounced on his cock, the sounds filling the room. The idea of him fucking you in Deku's room just added to the entire act.
"K-katsu~" you moan as his larger hands hold your hips ones again and gets back into his thrusting rhythm. "fuck" you whispered as you could feel your stomach cramp in another orgasm. You could feel him twitch inside of you as his pumps became more violent and sloppy.
"Shit princess, where do you want it?" he asks chasing both of your highs with a constant rhythm of spanks following.
"i-inside!" you pant out feeling yourself climbing higher and higher.
"Yea inside?! Who does this pussy belong to? Who do You belong to?!" Punctuating each question with more strikes to your ass
"YOU KATSU! YOouu!~" you cry out as you cum over his cock once again. With a few more pumps he empties himself inside you. You milk him while his cock pulses inside, emptying his load into you. His body looming over you but close enough to feel the heat radiating off of his body. He pulls out of you, and slumps over next to you. He pulls you in close to him and sticks his nose into your hair.
Despite having intense sex, he knew that after care is always important, even if they were just cuddles.
"...you know I could consider the option if you just brought it up," he mumbled into your hair
"Huh? What are you talking about," you said flipping over to face him
"..you know the whole. Boyfriend thing..I guess" he said nearly whispering. Truth was he really did have an attachment to you. You chemistry was good, you communicate pretty well maybe the dating thing was worth a shot, right?
"Hmmm, alright how about a proper date tomorrow night?" you offer wrapping your arms around his neck. "How's that sound boom-boy?" you tease with a smile
"fine..but I pick the place." he said sternly tucking you under his chin. "and your ass is moving in with me after this." he huffed making you giggle.
lil time skip...
Note: "Dear Deku, keep your shit stuff away from what's mine(Y/N)"
"...Huh I didn't know they were a thing..."
"P.S. thanks for letting us use your sheets as a cum rag." -B.K
It was safe to say Deku did some early laundry that night. He wore gloves and everything to avoid touching any residue.
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hope you enjoyed this ~ 🍋there will be more to come
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