#this is NOT demon lovin but it's the ot3. so
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dog i cannot explain to you what this is. at all. this night was a blur and somehow i ended up writing a little drabble for this idea we came up with in the ot3 server, and it's not done enough for me to put on ao3 but i want to go to bed and i still want to send it to them so here it is.
cw: mommy kink, next-door-neighbor and milf marinette, university students luka / adrien living off campus, ot3
“You two know I don’t mind homosexuality— oh, Christ, I sound like a grandmother. Please, no, let me explain”—it’s not as if they exactly have a choice, not with the way she raises a single finger to shush them both as if they were about to leap for her throats for the potentially upsetting comment—“I adore you both. I am very much pro-sex underneath our roofs, I’m a—”
“—Ally?” Adrien offers.
“God, no. A bisexual,” she continues, cool as a cucumber, “and I’ve always been ever since I was young enough to figure out that fingering girls in the bathroom at school was like heaven. I have nothing against gay sex and I never have, and I do not ever want my boys to think they’re not allowed to fuck.”
The silence settles again. Luka tries not to look at her fingers, and tries not to wonder how many times they’ve been in someone. He’s doing a shit job. His cock is far too interested to stop.
“But I just can’t let you two fuck without condoms,” she sighs at the two of them, putting her hands on her thick hips. The two of them shrink in their spots, shying away at being chided. “I want my boys healthy.”
“Marinette—”
“Healthy,” she reiterates, almost begging.
They’re on their lovingly used— he refuses to call it old— couch, each trying to keep modest with a single couch pillow over their crotch and a haphazard, itchy throw blanket over them both. Luka knows that the pillow wouldn’t have been enough for Adrien, who seems to move and itch and scratch the fabric all over in an attempt to have a reason to take it off and deliver some bullshit line about how Marinette deserves to see him naked.
Perhaps she’ll see me and think I’m delectable, Adrien always attempts to reason with him. Look at me. Who could resist?
That blanket is necessary. For his sanity and for Marinette’s… eyes. Adrien is a handful, though Marinette’s never not been able to handle him, but this is uncharted territory. Spare glances to one another and sexual tension aside.
She’s twenty years older than us, Luka keeps telling his boyfriend.
To which Adrien always answers back: Come on. Live a little. What other twenty-two year olds can claim they scored their next door neighbor who’s also a literal MILF?
God, how he wants to agree. He’s got it just as bad, though he reasons he’s doing a much better job at hiding it; meanwhile if Marinette wants Adrien to help her with chores around her apartment, Adrien’s at the door already scrabbling for the door handle in order to cross the hall and get into her space. If she calls him Kitty-cat, he’s purring for her.
Adrien is a lost cause when it comes to her. At least Luka hides his mommy kink, but his boyfriend is impossible to reason with when it comes to tits. Marinette’s tits.
Maybe Luka can somehow convince her to turn away. Maybe Luka can convince her to go back into the kitchen where she was mere minutes ago while he’d had Adrien at the bathroom counter— they hadn’t heard her walk into their own apartment, thinking that they didn’t have any guests— fruitlessly calling out their names in an attempt to get their attention. A left-alone Marinette is a dangerous one, and while him and Adrien have always known, they’ve both definitely learned their lesson tonight. The poor woman was just looking to tell them she’d made them dinner and was dropping it off…
Maybe he can stage an emergency.
He was checking my dick, Luka’s mind first comes up with. Or, rather, we just needed to make sure that his ass was in order. He’d complained that he’d lost feeling…
Not working. But it’s better than just staring at her in the same way puppies or kittens do when they’re completely unsure on how to navigate the room. Even sweat drying against the nape of his neck, with his balls aching and begging to be soothed and a dick that is harder than granite while staring at her cleavage, the most uncomfortable thing is how her eyes glitter at them both. He imagines a paddle in her hand, or at least a firm scolding with a lot of ass slapping, scolding them for misbehaving. Maybe Adrien’s imagining it too, though more… sexually… because Adrien’s breath hitches.
They’re screwed.
The more she purses her lips— even bothers to pull on a single lock of hair that she has in that high ponytail fitting for a mother who’s been in the kitchen all night— it makes more and more sense why Adrien’s fingers are moving quicker and quicker on the fabric. Thank god for this blanket.
She breaks the silence. “Also, you’ll fart come bubbles out of your ass if you don’t use a condom.”
Luka does his best not to get whiplash. “Huh?”
“Come bubbles?” she narrows his eyes when he refuses to recognize what she’s saying. She sits herself down on their ottoman, and Luka does his absolute best not to watch that poor little stool flatten and warp underneath such an ass. “You’ve never had come leak out of your ass? It’s so uncomfortable, isn’t it?”
Luka is so brave. He’s the bravest man in the world.
“I remember when I had my first orgy back when I was younger and it happened to me the first time. I was so miserable on that toilet, come dripping out of me like a damp rag.”
“How younger?” Adrien blurts out.
“Good question. I can’t remember where my kid was left with, if I’d left him at his grandma’s, or…” She’s prone to doing this a lot. She seems to misplace her kid everywhere, this poor man. Luka’s never met him, but feels sympathy. There’s a bit of an airyness to Marinette. Something ditzy. It goes with her personality and the way she expresses herself: lots of pink, and elegant little jewelry, like this set she’s wearing now. A simple v-neck dress that gathers and flows at her ankles in an attempt to be summery even though nights in their city dip into chilly weather, and a dazzling little gold necklace with her favorite bead that has a stick figure of a little boy. No shoes on as she digs her feet into their rug, anklets jingling as she bounces all of her weight on her toes, because even though they don’t have that shoe rule in their apartment, she does it anyway.
“Oh, I remember! I didn’t have a baby at the time, because it was my first true sex experience. Everything else was… nothing compared to this.”
Luka does the quickest math he’s ever been able to do. “Oh. Nineteen… eighty seven?”
“Not sure. I don’t think it was even eighty five, though. It certainly felt younger.”
He blanches. That’s. That’s not even legal. “You went to an orgy without being of age?” he asks. It’s a pathetic little squeak, really. He’s still dealing with his hard-on.
“Well, it was the eighties,” she lobbies. Side-eyeing him when she realizes he knows her birth year. “Seventeen and all. Anyway. Where was I?” Finding her point again, she trudges forward. “Ah, right! Come bubbles.”
Adrien squirms. “Marinette, I would really love to have this conversation, I would, I of all people know the importance of sex education, but we—”
“—I really can’t have you two fucking without a condom.” She waves Adrien off. “You know what come bubbles are, don’t you, baby?”
He has the audacity to narrow his eyes. “Why are you asking me and not Luka?”
“Well, I… it’s—”
“Do you think I’m always getting fucked?” Adrien asks honestly, a smile sliding onto his face. “Because I assure you, I like fucking people.”
“Uhm.” Marinette pinks. She has freckles along with age lines on her face, and it’s a symphony of beauty as she blushes. It’s hard to find her doing it, somehow always keeping her cool even when she makes it as far as coming across them fucking each other silly in their private bathroom in their private apartment, but now the reality seems to be dawning on her.
There are two young naked men staring at her under a scratchy blanket.
She found them fucking.
She’d brought them dinner as usual, only to find them like this. Distantly, he wonders if the dinner is actually an offering of peace after she’d woken them up the previous week during finals with her Nutribullet and devastatingly thin walls that had Adrien knocking on her door and begging for reprieve. They’d sent their valiant soldier. She’d been adamant about him trying her new spinach-kale delight. Adrien had promptly come back home and decided that perhaps god was in fact found in morning smoothies, something starstruck and horny on his face. Mumbling something about being ordered to drink from her favorite glass straw, Adrien had only been able to relay the bare bones about how apologetic she was, before burying his face in Luka’s chest, talking about how even at six in the morning Marinette wears lipstick.
Adrien adores her lipstick. Just as much as he adores getting his ass railed in the bathroom, which was what Luka was attempting to do before this divine intervention.
“Well I’m sure you do, Kitty-cat,” she murmurs. “But you’re the one I found bottoming, baby. Without a condom. Were you going to come inside?”
“He usually does.”
“How do you deal with the come afterwards?”
Luka wants to die as Adrien answers: “Felching.”
“Oh,” Marinette answers. Wisely. Smartly. Wide lips made smaller. “I guess you can’t get come bubbles like that, huh?”
And here’s where Luka has to nip Adrien’s next sentence in the bud before it takes root. He knows that face. “Would you like me to prove how effective it is in—”
“—Marinette, we really don’t need the condoms,” Luka tries.
“Shoot,” she sighs, as if she hasn’t heard them. Biting a corner of her nail as she looks the two of them over like she’s trying to tell them apart. “I’d give you mine if I had any, but ever since I got my tubes tied, I haven’t needed them.”
Luka’s hand goes flying onto Adrien’s chest before he tries jumping off the sofa and pulling away the blanket from his dick.
#speakizys#for lack of a good tagging system i'll tag this as:#demon lovin#though it is not#this is NOT demon lovin but it's the ot3. so
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yu yu hakusho for the shipping ask because I'm curious as hell about those last two
See, the thing about yyh is I can and have shipped everyone in that show together lol This is the series closest to my heart, I've been reading fic for it since I was 9 back when it was shared to individual fansites and I had to scour the internet for content. So basically I've read every kinda ship/gen fic I can get my hands on.
My OTP: I have A Type, and it's very obvious XD Yusuke/Hiei was my first otp bc the battle couple vibes and massive trust they have in each other, even tho on the surface they're such shits to each other lmao The other is Youko/Kuronue bc I LOVE the tragic/doomed past lovers thing they have going on (it formed the basis for my Abduxuel/Mephisto otp lmao).
My NOTP: From the beginning, I was not a fan of Kurama/Hiei (tragic bc it's the most popular ship lmao). But that was 90% bc of the way fic/art tends to portray Hiei as some uwu soft baby who's just so innocent instead of the orphan bastard who was raised by demon bandits lmao The fics that managed to get the kurhie dynamic right I love, but I tend to steer clear of most of them.
MY OT3: Annnd another one that's very obvious to anyone who knows me lmao Yusuke/Kurama/Hiei, especially when it's youko involved lol I'm just a sucker for demons and the way they respect and care for each other, while still being such a power triple and ride or die.
A currently canon ship I’m okay with but don’t prefer: Yusuke/Keiko. It's not that I don't appreciate their relationship and the way they support each other, the girl next door types just aren't the ones I'm interested in, tho I've again read some excellent fic for their ship.
A ship that would only work in an AU but would be awesome: Possibly Yusuke/Sensui, it'd be fascinating to explore their potential dynamic without the events of canon forcing them into the roles they had.
A ship I’d like to see explored but not stick around: Every now and then I'll read Shizuru/Yukina or Botan/Shizuru but they're not necessarily spicy/edgy enough for me to consider an otp.
A ship that may as well be canon: Yusuke/Kuwabara. I'm just not a big Rivals to Lovers fan. 100% know why ppl ship this one bc it's one of the most integral relationships in the series romantic or otherwise lmao
The ships I’d give my OTP pair if the other died: Legit, any one of team Urameshi can and should be shipped together ok XD If not them, then Yusuke deserves some lovin from Jin and/or Chuu and any other of the many demons who's loyalty he's won along his journey lol Hiei I'm more picky about, just bc again ppl tend to get his character the worst in fic. I've read everything but I'm not particular to any.
A crossover ship I’d dig: Oh man, I used to read so many crossovers for this series. Somehow I've never developed a specific ship I preferred over another, they can all be fun if they're written well. (I actually tend to read more gen yyh fic than ship XD).
A ship that would work great in a Coffee Shop AU: Ok but consider a tattoo/flower shop yusuke/kurama au or we can ot3 it and Yusuke runs the coffee shop, Hiei has the tattoo shop, and Kurama the flower shop XD
A ship that would work great in a sitcom AU: Yusuke and Kuwabara were built for sitcom au XD
Thanks for the ask @tonguetiedraven yyh always makes me happy to talk about :D
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NEW FIC IS OUT FOR THIS AU!
name: confessin'
pairing: Luka / Marinette / Adrien
word count: 1,472
chapter: 1/1
rating: T
summary: “I don’t think I have the patience to read at all these days,” Adrien groans out. “I’m reading something that is old as you.”
Luka laughs. “Take a break with me. What’s the last sentence you remember?”
“Something about light.”
“Light?”
What was it again? “Lucifer. God’s light named Lucifer.”
Luka meets his eyes with a smile. “Lucifer, huh?”
“Know anything about it?”
“I know of the stories.”
AO3 | Want More of this AU? Start Here
#speakizys#demon lovin#fragileizydelfic#by the time i post this i know feather's gonna have finished their comment on the fic i can feel it#shout out to littlemourningstar's url here on tumblr for giving me the inspiration to write something tiny#many people in the ot3 server have already guessed that luka and lucifer have something to do with each other but i was like Oh#This Is A Great Idea#so here we are now
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I posted 2,008 times in 2022
That's 1,269 more posts than 2021!
1,634 posts created (81%)
374 posts reblogged (19%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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I tagged 1,812 of my posts in 2022
Only 10% of my posts had no tags
#speakizys - 1,645 posts
#demon lovin - 779 posts
#fire lily petals - 510 posts
#sharks and sugar - 319 posts
#locker talk - 139 posts
#izycrossover - 105 posts
#the ot3 server is bullying me - 25 posts
#talking about [redacted] - 15 posts
#izydraws - 14 posts
#anyway - 9 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#‘i don’t even know your name. i don’t even know when your birthday is. i don’t know how your eyes light up when someone you love calls you’
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
“Why did you give me this, Adrien?” she asks, rather small.
“Oh. Oh, uhm. Do you not like it?” He turns to her, finally looking away from the tank, his gaze meeting hers. His eyes look almost brown, so dark, yet so readable. She can’t even look away. “I thought you’d like this. I thought, you know, since you always talk about how much you want to see sharks all the time, I thought maybe we could—”
“You’re right, I do—”
“—see the sharks together?—”
“Correct. Adrien, this is— holy hell. This is perfect—” she bites her lip so that a cry can’t get out, pinching her eyes tight. Her eyelids squeeze, strong enough for color to blur and blend into nothing but white, tears streaking down her hexleather and touching her bare skin. She hiccups when there’s a thumb on her jaw, warm, wiping right where the seam of the hexleather meets skin.
“It doesn’t feel like it’s all that perfect when you’re crying,” he murmurs.
He has no idea. He has no idea that she’s paralyzed. In fear, in desperation, wanting to tell him every single little thing and knowing not to— she’ll ruin everything— she’ll ruin their entire friendship— if she tells him that she loves him so much that it hurts to breathe.
She loves him so much that it hurts to breathe.
Oh, oh, and the thought of that admission is what gets her to sob, watching his outline haze into nothing but yellows and dark greens as she gasps out, something sharp and something desperate, clinging to breath on its edges with nothing but serrated claws.
“It is perfect,” she sobs. “This is the greatest thing anyone’s ever given me.”
“Then what’s wrong, Kitty?” he asks her as she leans into his hand, cupping him by the wrist. Wishing so hard to be able to feel his hand without the hexleather in the way. “Why are you crying?”
“B-because I—” she shudders again. No. Don’t. Don’t ruin it. Don’t ruin the only thing left in life that makes sense. That makes everything worthwhile. “Because y-you make me so happy, Sunshine. I can’t believe you got us to have the aquarium all to ourselves tonight— I can’t believe you did this for me. I can’t believe that you’d do this for me.”
“Of course I would.” He gives her a little smile. Just brief. Just enough for her to see it through her swimming vision. “You’re my best friend, and I love you.”
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#4
ALL OF THAT WRITING FOR FLP AND STILL ONLY 233 PAGES? JESUS >:(
23 notes - Posted December 7, 2022
#3
blanche is my sweet little darling and i love her. she's allowed to maim as a treat and deserves kisses from one (1) adrien (and maybe one (1) luka if she's vulnerable enough)
30 notes - Posted November 13, 2022
#2
"who, him? no, my familiar is harmless!"
(he is very much not harmless!)
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someone in the ot3 server asked what chat looked like and i don't have any art because drawing men makes me miserable (more than drawing in general, honestly, because of my problems with holding pencils). HOWEVER.
i had art from 2018/19 from when this au was first conceptualized, but it was only a shitty png version of it as the psd file had gotten corrupted... i redrew parts of this to fit the au as it is now. it's not perfect, and i wanted to change some more things, but my hand... ough. i cannot draw more. my hand is on fire... but i wanted to show you what i have at the moment before i forget.
i wish i could change marinette's hair to black in this, but since chat is already void, it would just look messy. i'm sure if i were more talented i'd figure something out, but for now, let's just all pretend that her hair is black in this. not as dark as The Void that is Chat. also, i don't think anyone noticed this in the original story, but marinette's eye color is never talked about. i wanted to give her blue eyes only when she's using magic, because it would make her look cooler, but i got lazy super quickly when drawing this. i guess that's fine. i had a lot of people question why i changed a marinette's eye color the last time i tried it, so...
anyway, i need to take a nap ToT
40 notes - Posted April 25, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
she just slathers herself in it, up until it starts to hurt, hissing to herself as she uses her knuckles to roll tightened flesh. maybe 'slather' is too harsh of a word, but butters herself is definitely applicable-- gah! no! no thinking about butter! no food, not yet, not until she's taken care of herself the way she needs to.
shower? done.
wash hair? done.
exfoliate? done.
deodorant? done.
pajamas? done.
she still has a skin-care routine to go through, all six steps to make sure she's hydrated but not enough to where she's breaking out into hives and reddened skin. it's a delicate balance, one that she's spent so long trying to fix, and if this ruins her night she's about to crash and burn and start kicking and screaming into her pillow.
dinner be damned.
breathe. breathe. it's okay. things are fine. just a long day, that's all, there's no need for the knots to form in her shoulders. she's tired, she's hungry, she's aching for luka's attention, and she wants to smooth out the knots in her thighs before he's back upstairs.
"do you want some help, mousey?"
she blinks tears out of her eyes. "no, no-- i-- i can do this, it's fine, everything's... fine."
breathe. breathe. things are fine. everything is fine. her parents are thankful that she helped out in the bakery today, her grades in school are fine, her boyfriend isn't upset with her, all the kwamis are full and mullo is flying around with a basket of blueberries right behind her, gorging out on a meal before her parents go watch a movie together...
why is she so stressed out?
"i know you can," luka approaches cautiously. she looks up at him with a huff, eyes tired, pouting before she can even stop herself. he sits in front of her, right at the foot of her bed on the cat-shaped floor cushion. "but that doesn't look comfortable. you're hurting yourself like that."
"luka..."
"breathe." she inhales on command, exhaling to the side so she doesn't accidentally move his bangs with her breath. "again."
she does.
"good?"
"good."
"lightheaded?"
"no."
"feeling weird?"
"i don't think so. aside from... i don't know. this." she points to everything about her.
"tell me what's wrong, beautiful."
"i'm tired," marinette sighs out, like it's a justification for the way she's been treating herself. her hands are ringing from how much friction she's used against it, even with all the lotion, she's completely and totally overstimulated. "everything is so much right now."
"i know."
"a long shift on my poor feet--"
he lifts her leg up to place in his lap. "yeah."
"and, and-- and school."
"mmm."
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What songs remind you of your fics/characters?
ohhhh anonnnnnn!! ohhhh annnonnnnnnn. ohhhh anon i think so often of my AUs and their songsssssss
okay oakyoakyoakyoaky, i'm going to try to keep this as organized as possible
if i skipped someone in an au or an au entirely, it's because i don't have music for them and haven't thought anything up yet :(
DL as an AU itself gets a song because i think it fits the best. pre-DL song definitely goes to 'you' by troye sivan, but post-DL goes to any of the songs in the demon lovin spotify playlist.
the most obvious one is DL marinette: 'maneater' by nelly furtado
DL luka: 'so heavy i fell through the earth' by grimes
DL juleka: 'my name is dark' by grimes
FLP also has a spotify playlist! it's mostly just background music.
(bonus! FLP tikki: 'gilded lily' by cults)
SAS kitty has her own spotify playlist. i don't know why i did this but i did. (bonus! kitty sings 'go fuck yourself' by royal and the serpent in the izycrossover, completely unaware of the lyrics being close to home for some)
SAS luka: 'hysteria' by muse / 'you' by troy sivan (canonically plays these two songs in kitty section)
SAS adrien: 'intentions' by justin bieber (yes. this song is so fucking SANDWICH that the first time i heard i was like theres no WAY. i might even write that he releases a single after being dared by popular rock star singer luka couffaine, and ended coming up with this. it's a massive hit.)
thanks for asking!!!! someone made playlists for FLP and DL and shared them with me; you can hear them if you join the ot3 server and ask for the link :D
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i don't have time for this i so don't have time for this for the love of god i don't have time for this, i am studying, i am doing homework, i am doing all the things i have to do while listening to kill la kill's theme track and all i can think about is an au that i will most definitely, absolutely, not ever be writing because i don't have time for this i barely have time for the things i already need to write
i ended up word blabbing/venting(???) in the tags and i decided to just put them under the cut so no one has to see it OUGHGUHGH
#why is the year going so fast and i am falling so behind
#wasn't it just march???? why are we in april??? oh my god the year goes by so quickly
#i think the reason why i was able to push out so much content last year was because i didn't have stress from school; i literally would spend a full week just writing
#meanwhile this semester i literally can't breathe without something coming up on me
#like a shark
#(like a shark!!)
#i'm so tired of school oh my god i don't even have a break i'm so so so tired
#i think i get one week off for vacation before summer semester starts up :)
#i'm playing catchup witih myself
#i have a list of things i want to write and the list just keeps getting bigger
#the huge projects like demon lovin and fire lily petals i need to work on them
#the smaller baby projects like some little oneshots i've been wanting to write (ot3 or otherwise)
#like the batman au. this weird kill la kill au idea that i've been very shut up about because if i think about it; it will definitely grow.
#not to mention the absolutely-fucking nonsense au's i have where it's so specific you don't know where it came from or why it exists
#and what about the medium projects i want to write (Castlevania au? pacific rim au?) vs the medium projects i have so far (sas and locker talk)?
#what about them????
#what about the stuff that i really truly honest-to-god spend so much time on already when the hell am i going to finish them
#i have four au's that are like. IT. handmade. from scratch. when am i going to finish them?
#by the time i finally write all of this out and am satisfied i feel like it'll be four years from now and everyone's gonna have moved on from the show
#i'm so frustrated :( i wish i had time
#yk. i haven't read a physical book in years and i need to bc i need to read and get inspiration for my own writing. i want to read people's stories i want to get invested in things but i just.
#i just don't have time
#i just DON'T
#i feel like my writer's block is a combination of a) school is squishing me very hard
#('squishing'? compressing. esmagando. google translate says 'crushing'. it's snuffing me out)
#b) every time i try to write i feel guilty because i always have a homework due at some point
#b2) and so i end up procrastinating homework bc i don't want to do it i want to write but i don't write and then i have a whole day of homework to do because i didn't write and--
#b3) when i'm finally done with homework i have no energy to write at all
#b4) overworked stressed out and for NOTHING there is no JOY
#c) i just keep getting more and more ideas the more i consume other media (which is why i've been forcing myself to not watch stuff i want)
#there are so many animes and tv shows i want to watch but it might cause me to deviate i think
#and if i'm watching anime i'm not writing
#so it's just like UGH
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