#queueing this at night so that it posts at some point without me and i don't reconsider when im less sleepy

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barely on time before the end of winter, but nevertheless here it is - the winter birthday post^^"

of course, because i slacked off during the photo editing stage and because january and most of february were really rough, they don't reaaaly look good (at least together in one post like that), but i'll just keep up my little tradition of posting those and hope that somebody enjoys anyway c:

#a3! #hisoka mikage #tsumugi tsukioka #guy a3 #azuma yukishiro #homare arisugawa #tasuku takato #lowkey considered only posting hisoka bc i thought of the window motif with him and he's the only one who looks perfectly the way i wanted #queueing this at night so that it posts at some point without me and i don't reconsider when im less sleepy #im sorry tasuku i didn't even look up any reference for the football

[sundrop-writes]

Better Than Sleeping

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Summary:

You and Jason are friends with benefits. Though you have come to realize that the relationship doesn’t always ‘benefit’ you when he ends up annoying you after a long, tiring day of training.

(He quickly makes you come to see that his annoying persistence can benefit you, even if you would never admit it aloud.)

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader. Friends with Benefits. Smut. Set during Season 2.

Word Count: 5,300

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THIS IS A RE-POST. This is a fic from my old blog (a blog that was shadowbanned, forcing me to move). This fic is not stolen, it is completely mine, and I am just re-posting it to help people find my new blog, and to make my masterlist complete when I post new fics for this fandom.

Warning: This fic contains Dubious Consent. One character ‘wears down’ the other and ‘convinces them’ to have sex, and both of them display verbal consent that goes against their true actions and desires (they say no to having sex when they do truly want to) and they think of convincing the other person to agree as a kind of ‘game’. It is a relationship that is playful in nature, and this consent is based on bodily queues, facial expressions, and knowing a person’s safety and comfort based on being in a relationship with them for a period of time. If this makes you uncomfortable, please don’t read the fic.

List of detailed warnings and author’s notes below the cut.

Warnings: friends with benefits, this is primarily a smut fic, the reader character uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina, Jason is more dominant and the reader is more submissive (once the sex begins), the reader could be considered a brat, Jason calls the reader ‘babe’ (it is a canon event), Jason calls the reader ‘baby’, Jason calls the reader ‘good girl’, dubious consent - coercion (please see the above for an explanation about this), mentions of masturbation (watching someone masturbate), mentions of fucking someone to sleep/fucking someone while they are asleep, mentions of free use kink, mentions of cumming inside someone/unprotected sex, marking/biting, groping/touching through underwear (reader receiving), orgasm denial (toward the reader), ‘just the tip’,teasing, there is a point where Jason’s dick is inside her without a condom but he doesn’t cum, and he puts on a condom before fully penetrating (what would you call that?), begging, slight mentions of subspace (but it’s more so described as a lustful drunkness), there is implications toward the end of fucking someone to sleep/fucking someone while they are asleep with their permission. I believe that is everything.

A/N: This is definitely one of my favourite things I have written. I thought maybe I was going to edit it some before re-posting it, but I was rereading it the other day and I actually realized that it's really good the way it is, so here you go - some random cocky Jason smut, inspired by the 'just the tip' trope. I hope you enjoy!

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You knew that becoming a Titan was never going to be easy. 

But fuck, this was a lot harder than you imagined it would be. Dick Grayson was quickly becoming your least favorite person. Between the 5am wake up calls and the endless workout routines, paired with the bland ‘nutrient filled’ meal plans he had everyone on to ‘fuel your bodies’ for training - he was becoming a menial drill sergeant that you couldn’t get away from. One of the only things that made it better was the fact that you had friends around - the ability to joke about him with Rachel, Gar, and Jason behind his back. Was it a bit mean-spirited? Yes. Did you feel less guilty about it whenever he added more onto the training routine? Also yes. 

You had no clue when these skills you were working so hard on were ever going to come into play. Every single night, Dick retired himself into the comms room full of computers to ‘monitor the city for threats’ - but he seemingly never found anything worthy of the team’s attention. At least not yet. So you went about the routine of training hard, becoming exhausted, falling into bed to sleep and then doing it all over again. 

Oh - and there was the other thing. The not so occasional part of your routine where Jason fucked your brains out. The fact that the two of you had developed a mutually beneficial relationship to help ‘relieve’ each other when you were horny, a quintessential friends with benefits situation. But with your muscles sore from training and your entire body so exhausted, that was the farthest thing from your mind on this night. 

After a long, hard day of training, the last thing you wanted to hear was a knock on your bedroom door. You hoped that it was simply Gar asking to borrow some of your body wash again (because he liked the smell), or Rachel asking you to kill a spider in her room, and not Dick alerting you to some surprise training drill that he had suddenly thought up. 

You shoved your pajama top over your head, finishing getting changed for the night, and rushed across the room to the door. When you opened it, you barely had time to gauge if you were pleased or displeased at seeing Jason before he spoke. 

“I’m horny.” He announced abruptly, being very abrupt about delivering his feelings. 

But it was in character for him, and didn’t surprise you in the least. 

You hated that your stomach jolted at his words, even if just out of Pavlovian habit. It had been only two days since the last time he had fucked you. He had caught you in the shower in the morning, snuck into the bathroom with a condom between his teeth and opened the shower door to join you while you were distracted meditatively washing your hair. It had been steamy, soapy, slippery, and goddamn wonderful. 

But it had left you sore and stiff before training, and you were wondering how much give and take there was - if you truly needed his cock. 

“Hello to you too.” You said, your tone just as dead tired as you felt. 

You wouldn’t admit that you were a bit horny too. You were tired, and you wanted to go to sleep. So that made you annoyed with his presence. (It should have made you more annoyed than you were.) 

Jason bit his lip, raking his eyes up and down your body with an intense heat lurking there. You glared back at him. 

Jason was intensely attractive. He was a good looking guy, that was just a fact. And while you did enjoy the way he was looking at you, staring you down like you were a porn star when you were slumped with exhaustion, wearing baggy old pjs with mascara smeared on your face with sweat, your hair a mess from the day - there was barely a spark stirred in your stomach at the idea of fucking him right now. You were just too damn tired. Dick had been running you all into the ground, instituting the same training that Batman had given him, and it was fucking exhausting. 

“So - can I come in?” Jason asked. 

He gave you a very expectant curl of his lips and tilted his head toward you when you didn’t say anything for a few seconds. You just stood there and stared at him bitterly. 

You sighed hard through your nose, not wanting to answer the question. 

Fucking him might be nice. A good orgasm before bed. But you needed to put what little energy you had left into your nightly routine and then get a good, long sleep before Dick woke everyone up at ass o’clock again. 

“No.” You finally told him. “I’m going to bed.” 

You turned and walked back into your room, but left the door open. You hoped that he would get the hint to leave on his own. You grabbed your bottle of makeup remover and a cotton pad and began taking off your makeup. 

You weren’t so lucky. 

“I’ll go to bed with you, babe.” He announced proudly. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. 

He then came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. You felt the half hardness of his cock pressing into your ass as you wiped away your makeup with stern hands. You tried your hardest not to let him wear you down, even as you felt a tingle between your thighs. He was used to training this hard, so it wasn’t as exhausting for him. Clearly, he didn’t understand how tired you were - how badly you needed the rest. 

“Go get in your own bed.” You barked, your tone becoming more strained. 

As you leaned closer to the mirror to inspect your face, to make sure that you had gotten all the tiny specs of makeup off, you unintentionally arched your back, pushing your ass much closer to his crotch. Jason let out a quiet moan and you caught him smirking at you in the reflection of the mirror. 

He leaned in close, draping his warm body entirely over your back, trapping you there as he put one hand on the dresser and the other on the wall and leaned his body weight on you. You could have shoved him off you if you wanted to - but as you felt a tingling heat creeping up your back, you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to. 

“Come on, babe.” He sighed into your neck. 

His hot breath on such a sensitive place caused a shiver through you that you would deny. 

“Why are you being like this? You know if you want a good sleep, getting fucked nice and hard is the best way to get it.” He told you, so entirely cocky. “My cock will put you right to bed, baby.” 

The words sent a hard jolt of electricity through you, settling a hard heat through you from your gut all the way to your face, burning uncomfortably through your skin. Combined with the way he ground his increasing hardness against your ass, you were forced to suppress a whimper. 

It made you even more annoyed with him - the fact he could play your body like an instrument he had finely tuned. And you reacted with that intense annoyance. 

“Why can’t you just masturbate like a normal person?” You scoffed at him, entirely firm, not giving away an ounce of weakness in your voice. 

“As if.” He held intense disgust in his voice at the very idea. 

He gave another firm dig of his hips, causing you to be pressed into the sharp edge of the dresser - a small twinge of pain that only added to the heat growing in your stomach. 

“Why the fuck would I resort to touching myself when I have the sweetest pussy ever to fuck right down the hall?” Jason explained. “But ya know, if you want to watch me jack off, that can be arranged.” 

Instead of responding to that, you just rolled your eyes. You hoped that he wouldn’t notice that subtle shift of lust in your features that said this was definitely a new fantasy of yours because he had brought it up. 

“You can’t deny that you need it too.” Jason whispered into your ear. 

“I need sleep.” You grunted in return. 

You then shucked out of his hold, using one of the evasive maneuvers that Dick had taught you in training, ducking under Jason’s arm when he wasn’t expecting it. Before he could blink, you were across the hall and in the bathroom. It was mostly because you knew that if you stood there any longer with his warm body pressed against your back, you would have given in far too easily. 

Naturally, Jason followed you. 

He stuck by your side through your entire night time routine, trying to wear you down. You weighed the pros and cons in your head without truly listening to him as the exhaustion seeped into your bones and battled with the lust growing inside of you. 

Jason brushed his teeth standing next to you in front of the sink while you brushed yours, all the while mumbling excuses through his toothpaste about how the sex would be good aerobic exercise to help with your training. By the time you got to doing your skincare, you ended up putting a face wash and moisturizer on him just to mentally drown out whatever he was saying - something about orgasms and endorphins and how it helps mental health. 

As you pulled back the covers to finally settle in, he snuck his way into your bed under the guise of ‘just cuddling’. Though you weren’t anywhere near convinced of that sentiment, you didn’t kick him out of the room or protect. You were surprised, but grateful when he took off his shirt, laid down, and seemed to finally shut up. You weren’t sure which you were more grateful for - the quiet or the stunning eye candy of his tight body on full display. But you didn’t question the fact that he had finally stopped nagging you. 

You crawled into bed beside him and settled into his arms. You gave him a kiss on the cheek as a goodnight (knowing that if you kissed him on the mouth, it would turn into something more heated). It was only about two minutes after you shut off your bedside lamp, shrouding the room in darkness, that the talking began again. 

“You could sleep through it.” He noted quietly. 

You sighed with deep annoyance. 

“If you want to. I could be gentle about it.” 

His voice continued on from behind you as he spooned you, one arm under your head underneath the pillow and the other laid almost possessively around your waist. 

Of course, he didn’t even have to be too descriptive for you to know what ‘it’ was. 

The idea of him gently fucking you while you fell into a lazy sleep was entirely too appealing. But he didn’t need to know that. He didn’t need to win. Especially not after you had put so much of your very little remaining energy into deterring him all night. 

“Go to sleep.” You told him with a huff, shoving your head further into the pillow. 

He simply chuckled. 

You hoped that if you just ignored him, he would shut up and go to sleep. 

You would never admit to him that heat bloomed in your stomach at the idea of Jason crawling into your bed when you were already in a deep sleep, using you for his own selfish pleasure and leaving you sore and full of cum to wake up to in the morning. 

“Hmm… no.” He replied, as easily as a petulant child, his breath fanning out over your neck once again. 

Your heated thoughts easily blossomed into a moan from your lips when he latched onto your neck without warning. He picked a particularly tender spot, sucking hard with teeth and the fullness of his lips, easily knocking the wind out of you. You shoved your heated face tightly into your pillow, praying that he wouldn’t notice your reaction. That he wouldn’t realize he so blatantly had you like putty in his hands. If he knew that, he would know that he could just take whatever he wanted and you wouldn’t protest. Not in the slightest. 

Jason already knew that. But he wasn’t just going to pull down your shorts and slam his cock into you. As much fun as that would be - he wasn’t barbaric. Plus - now that he had one of your sweet little sounds in his ears, he wanted more. He wanted to hear you beg for it after denying him for so long. 

He moved his arm from being so tightly around your waist, and pushed your shirt up. You tried your best to put up a wall of indifference toward this. He began skimming his touch oh so lightly along the roundness of your stomach, right above the band of your shorts. You knew he felt the shiver that ran through you, but you refused to say anything. You weren’t pretending to be asleep at this point, but it was a game to the two of you. You still refused to give in. 

But he was playing to win. 

He shoved his hand into the waistband of your shorts, touching you outside the fabric of your underwear. His skin felt like he could have burned you, even through the fabric. You had to make a conscious effort not to buck forward into the touch. When his fingers skimmed across your hotly beating clit (when had you gotten so turned on?) you swallowed another whimper and steadied your voice. 

“Jason.” You said his name firmly, like a warning bell. “If you don’t behave yourself, I’m gonna kick you out.” 

“I don’t think you will.” He whispered into your neck, defiantly cocky once again. 

He sucked another hard, hot mark onto your skin as he cupped your pussy whole in his palm and began grinding the heel of his hand against your clit. 

You let out a wobbling moan and your body thrashed, your energy so depleted that you could no longer hold back your body’s natural reactions to him. You were met with the hard wall of his body behind you, so firm and perfectly hot as he pressed himself tighter into you. 

He gave a satisfied grin into your skin and only doubled down, putting more pressure on your throbbing clit and causing hot waves from that point, adding to the rolling boil that raged under your skin. 

With the beautifully firm pressure and Jason’s talent, the way he knew your body so well, you could have come from this alone. Especially as the pleasure throbbed through your core, your underwear became more soaked through and it was all so beautifully smooth and wet. 

Jason began grinding his cock - still trapped inside a pair of sweats - against the back of your thigh. He groaned into your neck when he felt a pleasurable tingling of his own spreading through his gut, though he craved to be inside of you. As much as he was enjoying this - the sweet, needy sounds falling from your lips, the way your thighs clamped around his wrist, as though desperately trying to keep him in place while your hips humped against his hand like a bitch in heat - he knew that he needed more. 

And he was going to make you beg for it. 

When he felt the signature twitch of your legs that said you were about to cum, he stopped. He held his hand completely still, his strong arm easily pinning your hips down to the bed to prevent you from humping against him and simply taking what you needed. In that moment, he even curled two of his fingers up to shove the fabric of your underwear inside of you slightly, creating a sharp sting that reminded you just how empty you were feeling. 

“Jay-!” You let out his name in a petulant whine, about to scold him for the ruined orgasm, but he cut you off. 

“You gonna ask me nicely now?” He rumbled into your ear. “Admit you were wrong?” 

You wanted to bark out ‘either make me cum, or go to your own damn bed’ - but you knew that Jason was just as petty as you were. At that point, he would have gotten up and left for his own bed just to prove a point. 

“You’re keeping me awake right now.” You huffed out, trying your best to sound annoyed. (Which wasn’t too difficult, considering how badly the ruined orgasm had frustrated you.) “My point still stands.” 

Of course, sleeping was the farthest thing from your mind now. The sexual frustration had injected a new wave of energy through you, and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to rest until you were truly satisfied. 

Unfortunately, Jason knew that too. 

“Okay.” Jason sighed quietly, giving a click of his tongue. 

He then completely pulled his hand out of your shorts and pulled away from your body. It seemed like he was moving to get out of the bed - you worried you had accidentally triggered that signature pettiness in him. 

But as usual, Jason Todd surprised you. 

You bit your lip to hold back a cheer when he reached for the waistband of your shorts and underwear pulled them down all at once, exposing your hot, soaked cunt to the cool air of the room. (At some point, the blanket had been accidentally shoved off you.) You took a glance over your shoulder and of course, he was shoving his pants down to his knees. You caught a glimpse of his long, thick, hard cock bobbing out of the fabric in the darkness. But you didn’t dare to spend too much time admiring it, for fear of making him too cocky. 

You relaxed against your pillow in satisfaction, waiting for Jason to grab a condom out of the bedside table’s drawer so that he could literally fuck you to sleep. 

You were surprised when he scooted back toward you, pressing himself right up against your back once more. He proceeded to simply press his hips against yours - his cock laid flat against the bare folds of your leaking pussy, immediately becoming slick with your wetness. But be made no moves to grab a condom or even tease you by pushing inside of you raw. 

(Which - yes, the two of you had agreed to always use condoms, but it was secretly a fantasy of yours that he would go against the rule because of his overbearing need to feel you raw - or even the need to cum inside of you). 

But instead of doing any of that, Jason seemed to be settling in to relax. 

Jason draped himself across your back, wrapped his arm around your waist again, and gently laid his head on your shoulder. But he made no effort to move, or fuck you. Your pussy throbbed with need, feeling the hot, hard length pressed against you, entirely unmoving. When you clenched around nothing, you let out a wave of slick that you knew he could feel right on his cock. You felt a groan catch inside his chest, but still, he didn’t move. 

“Jason.” You breathed out, having to question him after a few more moments of silence and stillness. “What are you doing?” 

“Going to sleep.” He answered, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I thought you wanted me to just shut up and leave you alone so that you could get some rest?” 

That. Little. Shit.

You resisted the urge to elbow him in the face. 

Obviously, being so close to you, he felt your entire body tense up with anger and annoyance. He was only able to partially hold back his satisfactory laughter. When the quiet snickers met your ears, you became even more annoyed. 

“Jason.” You scolded him gruffly. 

“Oh? I’m sorry,” He said, entirely sarcastic. “Did you want something?” 

“Did you want something?” You parroted back, mocking his words in a childish voice. 

Essentially, you had no more clever comebacks left. He had won. 

“I guess I can give you something for your troubles, babe.” Jason sighed, as though it were a grand inconvenience to him. “Maybe just the tip, though.” 

“Just the tip.” You sighed, finding yourself repeating his words once again. Though this time your voice was dead and sarcastic rather than mocking - mostly because you didn’t believe him. 

You knew that in Jason land, ‘just the tip’ meant slamming his entire cock into you after the tip lingered in your entrance for a moment. You clenched down on nothing again at the thought. 

Once again, you were expecting him to grab a condom so he could fuck you freely without worry. You were surprised when he peeled his body away from you slightly and reached down to grab his cock. After a moment of rubbing the fat cockhead along your folds to get it nice and wet, he did as promised and pushed the tip inside. 

It was the first time he had ever been inside of you without the barrier of a condom, and feeling his hot, raw skin touching yours - even just a little bit, made you gasp. 

“Jason!” 

Your voice was whiny even to your own ears, so needy for him after so much teasing. Upon instinct, feeling that painfully empty ache coming from deep inside you, you arched your back and attempted to shove your hips toward him - attempted to pull more of his thickness inside of you. But Jason was quicker, and he had his hands on both your hips, shoving you down onto the bed so hard and fast that the tip of his cock fell out of you with a wet pop. 

It was a sound that made heat beat through your cheeks, and the feeling of his wet cockhead brushing against the backs of your thighs took your breath away. 

“Oops.” He chuckled, and moved to slot himself back into position.

You had no clue why it was so dizzyingly hot. 

But this time he held you down firmly so you couldn’t simply fuck yourself back onto his cock. You moaned as the thickness of the cockhead popped back inside of you - you yearned for more, but he stayed still. 

After a moment, he began to move his hips so slightly, feeding no more than an inch of his cock into your throbbing cunt before pulling it back out. It was an entirely careful movement on his part where he fed you the first inch, and didn’t let the tip pop out again, in pathetically shallow thrusts that could barely be called sex. Your pussy ached, tingled, yearned for more. 

You mentally cursed Batman for teaching him such good self discipline and him using it for this.

“Jason.” You whined, trying fruitlessly to fight against the firm grip he had on your hips in order to fuck yourself on his cock. 

“What, babe?” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss a line across your shoulder. 

“You know what.” You replied, your tone even more frustrated and whiny. 

You wiggled your hips desperately, trying to get more of him inside of you. You yearned to feel the perfect ache of his thick cock splitting you open, hitting all of those perfect spots so deep inside of you. 

“No, I don’t.” He told you, his voice somehow steady and confident. “You’re gonna have to spell it out for me.” 

You couldn’t see it or feel it, but his hips were trembling and his abs were tight with the pure resistance of his self control. All of the energy he was using not to slam his cock into the tight, warm velvet of your cunt, especially as he felt it leak so freely around the tip of his cock, knowing how badly you needed him. He wanted nothing more than to watch you whine and babble and fall apart on his cock - but he wanted to win just a little bit more. 

There was a distinct pause. The last shreds of your own stubbornness hanging in the air, even as your cunt throbbed with need. 

Even if Jason couldn’t see your face from this angle, he could feel the warring in your body. He knew you too well. And he knew how to break you down so perfectly. 

“If you want anything more than this,” He told you, emphasizing the point with another pathetically shallow thrust. “If you want anything more than just the tip of my cock,” His voice was low and silken and creating even more heat that almost drowned you. “Then you’re gonna have to beg for it.” 

“Fuck you, Jay.” You whined out in protest, once again trying to fight his grip on your hips to fuck yourself against him. 

He viciously dug his fingers into the fat of your hips, causing a sharp sound from your throat at the beautiful pain. 

He leaned down and pressed his lips to the back of your neck, and growled out his next words in a low tone that dragged through your insides in the exact spot where his cock should have been. 

“Come on.” He urged you on. “Fucking. Beg.” 

That was when you broke. 

At least you hadn’t given in too easily. 

“Please,” You whined out breathlessly. “Please, fuck me! Fuck me, Jason! I need it.” 

“What else?” Jason asked expectantly. 

You could have killed him. But when your desperate cunt unconsciously clenched down on the fat head of his cock and you felt yourself growing only more hot and needy, you knew that there was only one thing to do. 

“I’m sorry, Jay, I should have - I should have just asked nicely in the first place. I do need it. I need your big cock inside of me so badly.” You poured it on thick, emphasizing the last words in the most pornographic voice you could muster, hoping that he was running low on self control as well. 

And he was. So he was very satisfied with this. He grinned into your skin, leaving a surprisingly tender kiss on the back of your neck before he mumbled out ‘good girl’ - something that made you moan out sharply. 

You let out a sharp noise of disappointment when his cock popped out of you again. 

“I need a condom.” He told you, giving you a reassuring pat on the ass. “As much as I’d love to cum inside you, we do have an agreement.” 

You weren’t sure which was hotter - his sex-thick voice admitting that he shared one of your deepest fantasies, or the fact that he was caring so deeply for you, making sure that he protected you with a condom even when you were in that floating headspace and willing to let him do just about anything do your body. 

Your mind was swimming contemplating it, and next thing you knew it, he had the condom on successfully. He then slammed his cock inside of you in one firm, smooth movement. Any thoughts were easily pounded out of your head by the practiced movement of his hips.

“Better now?” Jason grunted into your ear. 

You could practically feel his smugness radiating through his cock, spearing into you. 

But you were now alight with intense pleasure, warm satisfaction rolling through you - so you couldn’t bring yourself to truly care about how smug he was. Every bit of cockiness he had, he did back it up with a pretty big dick that he knew how to use well. Not that you would ever say those words aloud to him. Not even on your deathbed. 

“Just shut up and fuck me.” You ordered, though it was breathless and had no bite. 

“As you wish, babe.” He replied, and then doubled down - his hips fucking into you with an intense fury. 

You moaned like a whore at this, finally feeling that dizzying fullness that you had been craving since he had snuck his touch into your shorts. Jason drank up your sounds and easily wanted more - more of your perfect pussy squeezing around his cock, more of that wetness coating his inner thighs, more of that filthy wet smacking as he fucked into you. 

He leaned down, draping his body fully over yours once again, creating a pleasantly smothering weight on top of you as you laid on your stomach on the bed with your face nearly drowned in the pillow. He slowed the pace of his hips to a dangerous torture of a grind, fucking you so deeply now that you were sure you could feel him coming up inside of your throat. You let out a wounded noise, and he hushed you gently. 

“Shh, babe, I’ve got you.” He whispered into your ear. “Gonna make you feel so good.” 

He moved one of his hands from your hip and shoved it between your body and the bed, and once again he was cupping your mound fully in his hand - but this time there was no fabric barrier, and he was settled deep inside of you. It was filling your whole body with lava, turning every place he touched you to boiling ash. You were sure that you would have dissolved into nothingness if not for the anchor of your cunt hanging onto his cock, keeping you grounded in reality with that slight nip of pain as your muscles clenched onto him. 

“Now say thank you.” He told you, his voice so gruff in your ear, so thick with desire that it made you dizzy. “Thank me for giving you my cock.” 

He used two precise fingers to rub circles on your neglected clit, immediately sending shockwaves through your body that made your muscles jump and jolt. 

You gulped for air and struggled to move your face out of the fabric of the pillow, and Jason saw this. He moved his other hand and slid it under your cheek, gripping under your jaw to fully lift you up. 

He stilled his hips completely once again, causing a pained sound to emanate from your lungs as you clamped down on his cock deep inside of you while he continued to relentlessly work over your tender clit. He gave you a couple of seconds to catch your breath. But you were so cock dumb that you had to be reminded of the goal. 

“Come on, baby.” He encouraged you, pressing his lips to your cheek that he wasn’t holding onto. “Say ‘thank you’.” 

“Thank you.” You easily repeated back, now completely pliant to his desires. “Thank you for-for your cock.” 

“Good girl.” Jason praised you once again. 

Then he began fucking into you once more - it only took a few careful thrusts of his hips and the talent of his fingers on your clit to finally bring your orgasm to life. He shoved his tongue into your mouth as you screamed through it, imitating some sloppy version of a kiss while you flailed and creamed on his cock, your body becoming truly boneless and tired as the orgasm rocked you. 

When it was finished, he was still throbbing hard inside of you, and you let out a whine of disappointment. You were absolutely dead tired now, and you couldn’t even think of how much energy it would take to finish him off. Mister ‘Twice In A Sunday’ could last quite a long time, and that didn’t exactly work for you in that moment. 

“You can go to sleep now, babe.” He whispered into your ear. “I’ll clean you up when I’m done.” 

He began thrusting into you once more, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift closed. 

It ended up being a good night for both of you.

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Medieval Scorpion Rating System

I was thinking last night that I wanted one of these if I'm going to be collecting images of medieval scorpions. Kind of idly considering it.

This morning, one of my mutuals tagged me in another picture of a medieval scorpion, and I thought I had better write something up if this is going to be a Thing. (I've spent too long teaching introductory composition classes to be comfortable scoring things without a rubric.*)

So. Medieval scorpions will be rated on Accuracy and Pleasantness. Accuracy is a checklist, Pleasantness is vibes. As follows.

Accuracy

Is it some kind of Small Scuttling Beaſtie? (1 point)

Does it have pincers? (1 point)

Does it have some sort of exoskeleton or shell? (1 point)

Does the tail have any kind of visible stinger? (1 point)

Limb count. (1 point)

As far as limb count goes, the target number is 10. I know that the pincers are pedipalps and don't really count as limbs -- or, rather, I'm pretty sure that's the case; I'm a medievalist, not an entomologist. I don't think medieval artists are going to recognize that, however: I'm pretty sure the scorpion's "eight legs and, separately, two claws" configuration would not strike them as meaningfully different from, e.g., the lobster's "ten legs, two of which are claws" setup. Also using 10 makes the math easier. So each scorpion starts with one point in this category, then I will subtract a tenth of a point for each leg/claw/limb under or over the target number.

Pleasantness

The key question is "how would I react to seeing it in person?" Scored out of five points on the following scale:

0: I will see this foul Beaſt only in my nightmares, gods willing.

1: Get it away from me immediately.

2: This thing is ugly as hell but not actively upsetting.

3: I don't want it in my house, but it is a perfectly fine Beaſt and I do not object to it. (This is where a regular scorpion scores.)

4: This is an aesthetically pleasing Beaſt and I would be thrilled to see it in person.

5: I would love it and squeeze it and call it George.

Penalties

Subtract one point for any of the following wild inaccuracies:

Wings

Obviously mammalian (requires fur and four legs to count)

This is identifiable as another, different real-world animal that is not a scorpion.

So there you go. I have a System now. And yes, I will take submissions of medieval scorpions -- tag me in a post or send it as an ask or something. (Please include the manuscript number or a link or something.) I'll also go back, rate the ones from the original effortpost, & throw those in the queue.

* "But Mac," you may say, "on the podcast you and Zoe regularly rate medieval stories, and I've never heard you mention a rubric there." If I had been smart, I would have made one when we started. I just feel like it's too late now, since we have dozens of stories that have been rated without a rubric. I'm not making that mistake again.

#medieval scorpions

[unrequitedloveletter]

Would That I- N.L x gn! reader

all right! This one was requested by @ell0ra-br3kk3r! I’m posting it a while after it was written just to try to get used to using the queue function a bit more frequently because while I have used it a lot lately I still feel like I might fuck up from time to time lol

otherwise, notes with this fic include that, while is a songfic, with the last part (it goes from chorus to verse and then to chorus to conclude the song) I didn’t follow the songs structure and just ended the fic off with the final verse because I was afraid of getting repetitive with the parts of the fic where the chorous is concerned

Fic type- this is mostly fluff

Warnings- mentions of heartbreak/jealousy

True that I saw her hair like the branch of a tree - a willow dancing on air before covering me - under cotton and calicoes - over canopy dappled long ago - true that love in withdrawal was the weepin' of me - that the sound of the saw must be known by the tree - must be felled for to fight the cold - fretted fire but that was long ago

It was no secret to anyone in the palaces that you and Nikolai both had your own separate romantic pasts. Nikolai had himself a string of flings to speak of, and while yours was a bit more spaced out, you had experienced your fair share of romance, too.

But, as it usually did at one point or another, romance coupled up with heartbreak. Nikolai had experienced it but a few times in his life, and each time it had made his heart just a bit more steely, amped up his charm piece by piece until it was something through which nobody could break.

And you? heartbreak had not turned your heart into steel. If anything, it had made you cautious but still willing to wear your heart on your sleeve. You cared about people because it was your instinct, your first thought, what you would do for the rest of your life. You loved and you loved openly, not fearing heartbreak because in your view, you had certainly been through worse. 

Nikolai could say that such traits as your inexplicable ability to care for people were traits of yours that he certainly admired, perhaps had even begun to love, but there would always exist the part of him that did not view love as something to be joyous about any longer. 

After a point, after many-a-heartbreak, love became a risk. It became a risk that Nikolai was near unwilling to take, but that didn’t mean he didn’t contemplate it sometimes when he looked at you. 

Sometimes love didn’t end as it had always ended in his experience. Heartbreak did not always have to be the end result. The end result very well could’ve been marriage and a life so happy that Nikolai never experienced heartbreak of any sort ever again. 

But the risk was always there, so Nikolai walled up his heart and tried not to let you tear the walls down. 

It's not tonight (Oh, oh) - where I'm set alight (Oh, oh) - and I blink in sight (Oh, oh)- of your blinding light (Oh, oh) - oh, it's not tonight (Oh, oh) - where you hold me tight (Oh, oh) - and the fire bright (Oh, oh) - oh, let it blaze alright (Oh, oh) - oh, but you're good to me, oh, you're good to me (Oh, oh) - oh, but that you're good to me, baby (Oh, oh)

Somewhere, though Nikolai could not quite figure out where, the line between how much time he spent with you and without you began to blur. Somehow, piece by piece, you’d begun to take down the walls he’d built around his heart, and for some reason, he let you. 

Letting people in was harder than keeping them out, but after a drunken night of conversation and laughter, Nikolai found that he would trust you with his heart sooner than he would dare trust anyone else. 

It helped that you were good to him, if he were honest. It felt nothing like flings of past, nothing like all of the heartbreak he’d endured. The line between time spent with you and time spent without you had begun to blur to the point where Nikolai was entirely unsure as to whether or not he’d still be able to spot it, but he didn’t mind that at all. 

And as for you, you didn’t mind it either. Nikolai was the most understanding person you had ever met, the kindest, most compassionate and definitely the most charming by a mile and a half. The time you spent with him was time you always enjoyed, without fail. 

You’d experienced your fair share of heartbreak, just as Nikolai had, and somehow you knew without a doubt that he would not break your heart. He seemed like he was in it for the long game and you were perfectly fine with that--you’d fallen in love with him, and though marriage was not something you had discussed, if he ever proposed, you knew that you would say yes because saying yes would mean marrying the man you loved like you’d never loved anybody else. 

You were content with everything as it happened, as was Nikolai. At the end of the day, such a truth was the only one either of you cared about. 

with the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet - like the ashes of ash, I saw rise in the heat - settled soft and as pure as snow - I fell in love with the fire long ago - with each love I cut loose, I was never the same - watching still-living roots be consumed by the flame - I was fixed on your hand of gold - layin' waste to my lovin' long ago

“I don’t know how to explain it, really,” Nikolai said to Tolya as the two of them moved through the palace grounds. “I look at them, and well--it’s like--my heart sets itself on fire, really. I look at them and I feel like I’m standing in the middle of an open flame or like I’m in a heatwave.” 

“That’s love for you,” Tolya said with a grin. “Yeah, it does that. Makes you giddy, appreciative of everything, makes you feel like every bone in your body has been set alight. You’ve been in love before. I thought you knew this stuff.”

“Not as intensely,” Nikolai responded. “I’ve experienced love in it’s most mild of forms and thought it was the most intense emotion I had ever felt. I, very clearly, was wrong.” 

“I don’t know,” Tolya said with a shrug. “Maybe you’re experiencing it so intensely because of the fact that you refused to let them in for months and then just kind of decided to let them steal your heart on a random Tuesday, and here we are. Maybe you’re experiencing it so intensely because love and true love are two different things, or maybe it’s just because the universe has taken pity and decided that, after the war, you deserve something of a happy ending. I might love a good sonnet, but we have an objective here rather than to just aimlessly wander.” 

Nikolai grinned. “I do love it when you remind me of the task at hand, Tolya,” he said wistfully. Tolya only shook his head at Nikolais antics. “Thank you for reminding me, seriously. Had you not, I would’ve gotten lost in thinking about them and I think it might’ve driven me mad.” 

Tolya grinned. “Only the best loves drive one mad, Nikolai. Cherish it.” 

“Oh, I intend to,” Nikolai said, and the two of them kept moving, the conversation coming and going, Nikolais heart setting a racing pace whenever you dared cross his mind. 

So in awe, there I stood as you licked off the grain - though I've handled the wood, I still worship the flame - as long as amber of ember glows - all the "would" that I'd loved is long ago

“Might I interest you in a dance, my love?” You asked with a grin as you and Nikolai stood, surveying an empty ballroom that you’d booked to use in an event with dancing, drinking, and donations that would go into the paying off of Ravkas debts. 

There was not a sound to be heard, not a soul in the room aside from Nikolai and yourself, and yet, somehow, it was perfect. 

“Always,” Nikolai said, offering you his hand. 

The dance was like one of the ones you’d do while a country song played on the violin, full of spinning and laughter and a general sense of joy that would not leave you, one that you never quite wanted to go.

“I love you,” you said to him, breathless, as you found yourself in the middle of the ballroom, Nikolais arms around your waist and yours around his shoulders. “I love you so much.” 

“Ditto,” Nikolai hummed, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. You scoffed as Nikolai laughed, your hearts setting together in a beautiful ember of fire as you stood in the ballroom empty for all but yourselves.

Loving Nikolai was akin to loving a flame, one that burned relentless and bright and warm, and you wouldn’t’ve traded it for anything in the world. 

Loving you, Nikolai found, was like sitting in the middle of a flame and basking in the heat. He loved the feeling of loving you like he’d never loved anyone else. It was a gift to him, a blessing, though he’d never thought himself worthy of such a blessing from the saints or any blessing from them at all. 

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix

[snowmist-hashira]

I love love your way of writing. It's so beautiful :(! I have a big sister vibe when it comes to Muichiro and if you don't mind, I want to request a modern AU platonic Muichiro x Older sister reader ÙvÚ

So Shinobu, y/n's girlfriend, agrees to go with Mui to buy y/n something special (he forgets what y/n likes often, so he needs some advice.) Y/n, at the same time, is also buying him gifts (but will only give them to him a week later when his birthday comes.)

So Mui calls y/n if she's home yet. She says no, she's with Shinobu. He knows she lied. Y/n also asks him why he's doubting her answers. But he wouldn't blatantly say that he knew y/n was lying because Shinobu, her girlfriend, is hanging out with him tonight without her knowing.

So they're both trying their best to keep their secrets until someone has to give in.

Please take your time and have a nice day/night ÒvÓ I'm not best at explaining things so if it gets confusing, please write however you interpret it 😩

[Chapter title: Playful Exchange]

[Requested] Muichiro Tokitou x Reader

Wattpad:[KNY Fanfiction] (One shots) Tokito Muichiro x Reader Archive:Kimetsu No Yaiba: Tokitou Muichiro x Reader Master list:♠ Information ♠ Word count: 1,343

Artist link: https://twitter.com/oekaki_eririn

Always stalking Eririn's art masterpieces, I love them-

Pls adopt me. XDDD

I am open to requests for Muichiro x Reader content, and I also enjoy engaging in roleplays. If you're interested in either, please feel free to check out my pinned post for more information. ~ ♠

This request was the earliest one in the queue, and it's my first time writing a platonic scenario, so I apologize if I didn't capture it accurately. I'm sorry for the delay, and I hope it still meets your expectations!

"Do you think nee-san would like this?” Muichiro questioned, gesturing towards a pendant that appeared too large for a woman to wear. Shinobu responded with a smile, shaking her head softly.

"She doesn't prefer extravagant accessories," Shinobu replied, using hand gestures to direct Muichiro's attention to some simpler bracelets displayed at the vendor stand. Muichiro leaned forward, examining the accessories with interest. Muichiro examined the simple bracelets that Shinobu had pointed out, his gaze focused on their design and craftsmanship. He carefully considered whether Y/n would appreciate them.

Shinobu couldn't help but chuckle softly, finding it endearing how Muichiro, despite being Y/n's younger brother, was struggling to find a suitable present for her. His usual absent-mindedness had caused him to forget what Y/n liked, but he still had the sincere desire to buy something for his older sister. After all, who knew Y/n better than him? Except, Shinobu as Y/n's girlfriend.

"These bracelets seem more understated and elegant," Muichiro remarked, voicing his thoughts. "I think nee-san would prefer something like this. It's not too flashy but still beautiful."

Shinobu nodded in agreement. "Yes, I believe she would appreciate the simplicity and subtlety of these bracelets. They would complement her style well."

Muichiro gently picked up one of the bracelets and turned it in his hand, admiring the delicate details. "I think I'll get her one of these.”

“Do you plan on wrapping them out?” Shinobu asked.

Muichiro pondered Shinobu's question, considering the possibility that Y/n might not be at home when they returned. He wanted to surprise her with a beautifully wrapped gift, but the uncertainty gave him pause.

After a moment of contemplation, Muichiro replied, his voice gentle. "I do have gift wrappers at home, but I'm not sure if nee-san is there at the moment. It might be best if we wait until we know for sure before wrapping the gift."

Muichiro reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone, dialing Y/n's number. After a few rings, her older sister answered the call.

"Oh, hey Mui!" Her voice came through the phone, accompanied by some muffled voices in the background, indicating she might be outside.

"Are you home right now?" he inquired, holding the phone close to his ear to catch Y/n's response. Shinobu leaned in slightly, trying to listen in as well.

“Nope, I’m not. Why?” Y/n returned a question. Muichiro felt a sense of relief as Y/n confirmed that she wasn't at home. It meant he could proceed with wrapping the gift without worrying about spoiling the surprise.

“Nothing. I just wanted to ask.” He said, not wanting to reveal his surprise.

“I’m with Shinobu right now, so don’t worry!” Y/n replied.

Muichiro blinked in surprise at Y/n's response, he glanced at Shinobu, who was trying to suppress her laughter, and a puzzled expression crossed his face.

"I see…?" Muichiro replied cautiously, unsure why Y/n would lie about Shinobu being with her. "Well, if you're busy with something, I won't keep you. We'll catch up later then."

Y/n's voice held a hint of nervousness. "Oh, um, yeah, you sound like you don’t believe me though.”

“Ah-? No…” Muichiro hesitated for a moment, glancing at Shinobu, unsure how to respond. Enjoying the unfolding scene, Shinobu simply offered a small smile. Muichiro had kept the plan of having Shinobu, Y/n's girlfriend, accompany him in choosing a gift for her a secret. He wanted it to be a surprise and didn't want to give it away too soon.

"Anyways… Have fun with Shinobu, nee-san," Muichiro finally said, bidding farewell and ending the call. His confusion lingered as he turned to Shinobu, who continued to chuckle.

"Did Y/n just lie about me being there with her?"

Muichiro nodded, Shinobu’s amusement subsiding as she noticed his confusion. "It seems so. I'm not sure why she would do that. Maybe she has her reasons?”

Little did they know, she too was buying a present for her younger brother, Muichiro, and Y/n used Shinobu as an excuse to avoid raising any suspicion. However, what she didn't realize was that Shinobu was actually spending time with Muichiro at that very moment.

“Crap…” Y/n muttered a curse under her breath, uncertain whether Muichiro had seen through her lie or had deduced her true intentions due to his sharp observational skills.

After ending the call, Y/n quickly sent a text message to Shinobu, requesting a favor. She asked Shinobu to cover for her in case Muichiro asked about her whereabouts, requesting Shinobu to say that she was with her. Y/n hoped that this would provide a plausible explanation and alleviate any suspicions Muichiro might have.

Receiving the text, Shinobu's laughter echoed through the air as she read Y/n's message, clearly amused by the amusing scenario unfolding. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she shared the message with Muichiro.

“Can nee-san be doing something illegal- Is that why-..” Muichiro's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden dark thought that crossed his mind.

"No, no, that's not it at all. I highly doubt Y/n would be involved in anything illegal.” Shinobu's laughter continued, her hands swaying dismissively.

“… Right.” He shook his head quickly, dismissing the idea.

Shinobu's amusement was evident in her expression and demeanor. She found the unfolding scene between Muichiro and Y/n to be quite entertaining, appreciating the playfulness and lightheartedness of the moment. As she observed the interaction, she couldn't help but feel a fondness for the bond shared between the two siblings.

Both Y/n and Muichiro were completely unaware of each other's true intentions, which only added to the adorable and heartwarming nature of the situation. Both of them were fully focused on creating a special surprise for the other, and their determination to keep it a secret only added to the charm of the moment.

After settling the present to Y/n, Muichiro went back home, his heart skipped a beat as he entered the house and was met with the surprising sight of Y/n standing there, holding a wrapped box in her hand. The shock was mirrored in both their expressions, and for a moment, silence enveloped the room, filling it with a sense of anticipation and curiosity.

Muichiro found his voice first, his eyes widening slightly. "Nee-san, what... what is that?" he asked, gesturing towards the wrapped box in her hand.

Y/n blinked; her surprise evident. "I could ask you the same thing, Muichiro. What's in your hands?" she responded, her voice filled with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

Realizing the coincidental situation, they found themselves in, Muichiro and Y/n couldn't help but exchange a brief moment of laughter, the tension dissipating as they shared the realization that they had both prepared surprises for each other.

Breaking the silence, Y/n spoke with a sheepish smile. "I... I was actually preparing a surprise gift for your birthday. I had no idea you had one for me as well."

"It's still a surprise until I unwrap that box.” Muichiro replied.

“Sadly, I couldn't do the same for mine," He added, his words expressed with a tinge of disappointment, recognizing that Y/n would be able to see his gift as he couldn't wrap it.

"For you, nee-san." He revealed a beautifully crafted bracelet with simple yet elegant designs and handing it to Y/n.

Y/n's eyes softened as she received the beautifully crafted bracelet from Muichiro. Her gaze shifted from the gift to her brother, a mixture of gratitude and affection in her expression. "Thank you, Muichiro," she said, her voice filled with warmth and appreciation.

"I'm glad you like it, nee-san," Muichiro responded, his voice filled with sincerity. "I wanted to choose something that would remind you of our bond and the love we share as siblings. Every time you wear it, I hope it serves as a constant reminder of how special you are to me."

Y/n nodded, a soft smile gracing her face. "You'll have to wait until your birthday to see your gift, though," she teased playfully.

"I'm sure it's a wonderful surprise, and I can't wait to see once I unwrap it."

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[weirdchristmas]

ok but this isn't the first time you've posted racist content, just saying sorry doesn't make up for having the post to begin with let alone the hate you showed to your followers. Those post should of never been made at all and today wasn't even close to the first time your showed you don't give a fuck about bipoc and the fact you even purposely missed certain post just proves you really don't give a fuck unless called out.

I don't know who you are, but I disagree with all of this. I didn't intend to post them at all. I think once about ten years ago I posted a few of them with some talk pointing out how they were examples of the worst that the old cards could be. But since the rest of the blog was snarky, folk thought it set the wrong tone. I didn't agree initially but eventually people convinced me. So I don't post them anymore as part of the "HAHA WTF" cards.

As I just posted, I do think it's important to know the history of stuff like this, but it's a matter of context. They're not jokes, so I don't share them as jokes. But I also don't agree that simply acknowledging their existence makes you complicit with them.

So... I apologize that they were in there. I'm sorry to everyone for that. Like I said, I was grabbing groups of 50 random cards from different folders on my disks without even looking. I thought I had all the racist cards in one well-labelled folder that I'm using for a research project. But obviously some were filed incorrectly and ended up as part of the few hundred things I loaded into the Tumblr queue last night which I obviously did not "curate" very well (or at all, which is also why there were a ton of Thanksgiving and Halloween cards mixed in).

(FWIW, I also have folders for misogynistic, classist, anti-suffragette, anti-Irish, Nazi, and on and on. The history of awfulness is just part of what fascinates me about this hobby because our common pop culture often shows us at our worst, not just our dumbest.)

But if you feel like I'm actually full of hatred toward bipoc, then that's how you feel. And now I've let other people see your claim, too. I disagree, tho, and I hope others do, too.

[sophiamcdougall]

I saw a post earlier about "women's spaces" and how the writer had often experienced them as hostile rather than inherently safe and welcoming and therefore precious. Now, I could relate to that to some degree, as I still tend to start off pretty tense at events for, say, queer women even though I now go quite a lot of them: "hello I'm bi! If anyone's going to have a problem with that it would be nice to get it out of the way immediately!" But I do value some women's spaces. I would be sad if gendered loos, for instance, went away completely. I've had mad, intense conversations in women's loos that I do not think would have happened in an evenly mixed setting. I have experienced the Drunk Girl Oracle who exists nowhere but in the queue for the ladies: I want her habitat to continue to exist. But the thing is: no "women's space" I've ever been in has ever been this inviolate grove of Artemis where no man may set foot without getting turned into a fucking stag.

Trans women are women. Trans women belong in women's spaces. Trans women make me feel not less but more safe in women's spaces, for reasons that will become clear. When transphobes are screaming that the sky will and does fall in whenever a trans woman walks into a women's bathroom, of course I argue from that starting point.

But also I think it's worth examining the entire premise that spaces FOR [this type of person] are inherently spaces from which [that type of person] is banned.

So like, where are these women's spaces that don't come with the common-sense understanding that while usually, mostly you won't see men in there, if you do he's probably got reasons and its fine?

Is no one else seeing those signs that say "these premises are cleaned by male and female staff"? What about dads with small daughters? Is it really that bad if a man just plain gets lost or has one shot to avoid an emergency from time to time?

There was this meetup for bi people I used to go to. But of course there were never only bi people there. People brought along friends and partners who might be straight or gay. And oh-shit-it-turns-out-I'm-bi people who were still identifying as gay in the rest of their lives came on the quiet. And there was this one lesbian who -- ironically given a certain slur the GC crowd like to throw at bi women -- came quite unapologetically as a tourist, to observe our strange ways and, as she put it, to "encourage us."

These people were explicitly welcome. It was not a space from which not-bi people were barred. It was still a bi meetup. It was still a "bi space." I was at a sapphics' club night last Friday. And there were some men there. I mean, apparently cis, entirely male-presenting, gender-conforming men in the Women's Space™ . Some of them were bar staff, for starters. Is that OK with the GCs? Does all the terror and horror and loss at the thought of a man in your precious Women's Space go away if the man's being paid? If so, it seems oddly ... conditional. But also some of them some seemed not to be working but just sort of ... there. Maybe they were somebody's friends? They certainly didn't bother anyone. I didn't see where they ended up. You see, I was mainly focused on the hot chicks.

There's another wlw event I go to, to which a guy regularly shows up and we've chatted a few times. He usually wears what you'd conventionally call "women's clothes" but does not present as a woman. I know he uses he/him pronouns at present, (I asked) though he implied there was some possibility that might change. I don't know if he's a regular because he's a friend of the host or if he's a friend of the host because he's a regular. I don't know if something about the wlw label speaks to him on some personal level or if it's about queer solidarity, or if he's like the encouraging lesbian at the bi meetups. Whatever the reason, he's just there.

And aside from the fact that we have similar taste in hats, his presence in ye olde sapphic space also makes me feel more safe, for much the same reason the presence of a woman I know is trans does. I'm afraid it's selfish. Because if everyone's being cool about him, or about her, I can be pretty confident no one who finds out that I, too, disrupt binaries just by existing, is going to decide to ruin the evening over it. Because, you know, that has happened to me.

Now like I say, Actual Men in women's spaces aren't the reason trans women belong in women's spaces. But Actual Men entering women's spaces and not thereby ruining them forever do illustrate the utter pointlessness of thinking of women's spaces as these high-walled fortresses to begin with. Spaces for [a type of person] can exist, and still be porous. In fact, to be healthy and functional, they have to be.

[chvnnie]

hi - suggestive subby jisung thoughts below the cut??? not proofread bc i’m choosing chaos today

@lix-ables pls don’t yell at me for posting i had to do it

SMUT BELOW THE CUT. MINORS DNI

“Oh shit.” Jisung exclaimed as the stale beer spilled out of his cup and down your shirt. “I’m sorry, babe.”

It wasn’t a big deal, in fact, it was such a minor incident in the grand scheme of things. Who doesn't get a bit of alcohol on them when they’re at a party? It’s such a common thing that you don’t even notice it most of the time - only realizing when you’re home and showering how sticky your clothes had gotten.

But that wasn’t the case tonight. No, the beer that was now making your thin white shirt stick to your chest was the straw that broke the camel’s back tonight. Shoving your boyfriend off of you, you stomped to the bathroom, ignoring the queue that had built up and going straight in.

Jisung was so fucking annoying tonight. From the moment the two of you walked into the house party, he had been attached at your hip, literally. He had laced his arm around yours, hovering as you did anything - poured drinks, socialized, even followed you to the bathroom at one point in the night. You couldn’t get rid of him, even for a second, so it wasn’t too surprising that when someone bumped into him, he spilt his drink on you because he was still right fucking there.

You tried to pad the carmel colored liquid out of your shirt with hand soap and water, ignoring the knocks on the door from angry party goers. They’d have to get the fuck over it - you weren’t leaving this bathroom until your shirt was somewhat dry.

“Baby?” Jisung yelled over the music on the other side of the door. “It’s me, can I-“

“No.” You snapped, grabbing more toilet paper to clean your shirt. “Just give me a minute, Ji.”

“Do you need help? I can get some bleach or something to try and-“

“No. I don’t need help.”

“Are you sure? Because I can help if-“

You swung the door open, letting it bounce against the wall as you grabbed your boyfriend by the shirt, dragging him to the closet nearby. Shoving him inside of it, you slammed the door shut behind you, thanking whoever designed this house that there was a lock on the door.

“Why are you so fucking needy tonight?” You snapped at him, faces close together in the tight space. “You have been all over me all fucking night, and ruined my shirt because of it.”

Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough to see the way Jisung pouted, lip trembling as he spoke. “Just wanna be near you. To touch you-“

You wonder if he saw the way you rolled your eyes. You hoped he did. “What? You can’t even go a few hours without having your hands on me?”

Jisung shook his head, hands finding your hips as he pulled you close to him. He buried his head in your neck, whining as he rutted his bulge against your stomach. “No. Can’t. Feel how hard I am? Just wanna touch you.”

Moving your head to the side, you let him bury his head into your neck more. Jisung began to pepper kisses on your skin, whispering apologizes as he kept grinding on you. You almost felt bad for him; so fucking needy, so fucking whiny.

But he was also so fucking annoying.

You moved his head out of your neck and forced him onto his knees. “Fine.” Quickly shedding your panties and jeans, you leaned against the wall of the closet, grabbing his hair and tugging it hard, Jisung’s loud moans filling the small space. “Make me cum before I change my mind.”

©: chvnnie 2022

#chvnnie thots #han jisung smut #jisung smut #han smut #han jisung suggestive #jisung suggestive #han suggestive #sub han jisung #sub jisung #sub han #skz smut #stray kids smut

[dontbotherwiththepronunciation]

Are there other Theon ships you like?

EDIT: I am sorry for this lateness anon. I thought I had posted this back in September (around the time I was getting survey related asks) shortly after it was sent but I just found it on the queue while searching for something else. Sorry. It was very sweet of you to ask so I feel abad about not realising I didn't post it any sooner.

I have weird feelings regarding ships in this fandom so most of the time with "ship" I just mean "I want to see them interact in emotionally intense situations of conflict, affection and resentment" but here are the ones I could think of in which some sort of romance/attraction/affection is part of my preferred dynamic.

Theon/Jeyne (already explained it here. Basically it's just that I am really into circumstantial affection, codependency and the themes of accountability for past misdeeds and irredeemability vs redemption. I like it at best when it's not outright shippy but ambiguous and open to interpretation. I always recommend Girl On Ice (and I won't stop now) but also I honestly feel that Little Brother, although the focus is truly on Asha and her anxiety over her entire situation in the end of ADWD, has probably my favourite post-adwd dynamic for them and it's even more ambiguous in a very tongue-in-cheek manner that I appreciate.)

Jon/Theon (Similar feelings about circumstantial affection but without the same themes. Like the idea of the two unwelcomed somewhat unwilling members of Winterfell being some of the last remainings of it. Also prefer it as something ambiguous and open to interpretation but with slightly more antagonistic feelings between the two. I like Jon but he'll be ultimately relieved to know Theon actually just killed the Miller's boys and that is not necessarily a good thing for me (although I understand and won't blame him for that possible reaction). I admit to being picky because I disagree with some popular takes about Theon having bullied Jon or them hating each other and I also am very strongly against Stark romanticism which often appears in fics focused on them.)

Theon/Barbrey (Everyone thinks I said this as a joke but I actually mean it. Their conversation during the Turncloak chapter made me cry like a child when I first read it and I haven't been the same person ever since. It completely rewired the way I perceive things. I like relationships that grow not out of love but hatred and feelings of mutual hurt originating from similar issues. I like the idea that she might at some point be the one to fully take the Stark goggles off him. Also prefer it as ambiguous rather than straight up romantic. This is one of my favourite fics ever and it sometimes makes me cry. Canon divergent ADWD where she takes him away from Ramsay and Roose (also "Arya" gets saved anyway, don't worry))

Theon/Kyra (Prefer it as horror from Kyra's side but mixed with the possible former feelings of teenage love they might have had. They seemed emotionally close and I can imagine she might have felt more for him than he ever did for her. That's interesting for me given what happens later on during ACOK and that she still tries to save him from the Dreadfort. I like the idea that when he kissed her on the other side of the river she could only feel fear and indignation)

Theon/Patrek (one of the more wholesome ones here and to be honest it only started really interesting me once Patrek was used as a leverage against his father and they literally tied a noose around his neck. I like it a lot more than I express. I like to think that the anger Patrek might have felt towards Theon at that point was somewhat mitigated or that it will be mitigated now that he has been on a similar position. Preferred daydreams involve small one-night reunions when Theon finally gets to go to the Islands and has to stop at Seaguard where Patrek is. Strange type of meetings between people who were very happy and close during a brief time that was violently and abruptly cut get to reminiscence about a past they feel conflicted about. I like to think their relationship would be re-contextualised given Patrek has been used against his father now).

Theon/Baelor (Absolutely no canon foundation which is weird given I am who I am but I have such a desire for a gap filler where the two get to interact during Theon's time in ACOK and Theon is able to see this somewhat well-adjusted version of himself that has even turned into a figure of influence and just feels completely irritated and hateful by the situation.)

Theon/Falia (Been ruminating on this for a long time now and she could embody aspects of the Kyra to his Theon and he the Euron to her Falia so yes enjoy it a lot. Although I've only seen it written once and it was in a post-ados ambiguously hopeful fic. Really liked it. It was very sweet. However on a long term not I'd really like her becoming a strange type of second chance for what he had with Kyra and him a second chance for what she had with Euron. Horny on main ironborn comes to take the castle of the feudal lord whose lands you live in and takes you, a lowborn woman who seems rather willing, to live there for a while and sleep in the bed of said feudal lord. Things change suddenly and you find yourself physically and sexually abused by someone you trusted.)

Sexual relationships I do not ship but read anyway because of interesting dynamics

Theon/Ramsay (It has to be fully non-consensual, full horror and as canon-compliant as possible. If I see Theon referring to him as "master" I am out. Also I'm finally coming to terms with the fact that erotically written stuff triggers me so it's difficult. Implicit rape/non-con mixed with the horrors of depersonalisation and contradicting feelings about whether he deserves any of what happened to him or not are very welcomed though!)

Theon/Cersei (Talked about it here. People take it as comedic and I see why and it makes me laugh but it only caught my attention once I started thinking more seriously about it and I weirdly enough I can somewhat enjoy it as long as the characterisation isn't purely hedonistic-cringe-fail-milf-hunter. Something I think could be interesting is if the marriage were to take place after Theon had spent a significative amount of time at the Dreadfort but hadn't gone through a drastic change in appearance and thus was not visibly weakened and hurt. Anyway, go read Broken Cage! The Cersei POV voice is perfect.)

Open but not fully into it

Theon/Tris (theoretically I think I'd like it and it fits into themes I enjoy. Both of them at some point pursue(d) Asha due to misreading who she really is and are questioned in regards to whether they truly fit to Ironborn culture (they do!) by the same woman who looks down on them a little. So yeah could be cool! but until now what I've perceived of it is basically "Theon gets a wholesome boyfriend who is kind of wholesome in canon too and isn't romanticised by fandom so he doesn't fell ooc!" and that's very nice and makes me happy for him but it's not very interesting to me.)

Theon/Jory (There was this really good fanfic back in 2017 Russian fanfic website and it has sadly been lost to humanity but it was good.)

Theon/Brienne (Irl friend proposed it as a joke but pre-ramsay he fits her type as snarky, fashionable, mockish young man and it could be interesting because he would be a tremendous asshole and would probably emotionally scar her. That's all I have to say.)

Theon/Meera (Quite surprised at how no one has developed anything complex based on his not very-pure-thoughts back in ACOK and their connection to Bran. Could be interesting.)

#asoiaf #speaking #theon greyjoy

[magici-if]

Can i have either 'Y' or 'O' ?

so I only did Y cuz this post got realllllllly long

Y = Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

from THIS prompt list

Martin:

Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o?

Just...noise. Their partner chewing loudly/ with their mouth open, talking way too loudly, and picking their nose. Also, their partner queue jumping.

Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?

He snores really loudly and he gets up a lot of times during the night: first he might wanna get a midnight snack, then drink some water, then go to the toilet, then go open the window 'cause it's hot, and the list goes on. Yes, all that in one night.

Those endearing moments where you catch your partner sleeping and they just look so cute? Yeah, never happening with Martin, he's either up or snoring. He also sometimes uses words the wrong way 'cause English isn't his first language.

Demetra:

Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o?

Just, anything that makes her feel like her presence is unappreciated. Cancelling on her the last minute when she had a whole date planned.

When she's talking about something important and her partner keeps interrupting her and not letting her speak.Her partner starting an argument in public or while they're in front of people they know.

Her s/o being on their phone when they're alone with each other. Also her partner leaving her messages on read without even reacting with a heart. (poor dem)

Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?

She texts like she talks: let's say she needs to say a lot via text, instead of writing one big paragraph, she'll end up sending 10 different text bubbles.

Dem 🫶

"okay" "so like" "the craziest thing just happened" "anyways i'll tell you when you get home" "cus I dont wna annoy you w too many messages"

Narrator: watch her send a myriad of messages

Dem 🫶

"are you not gna ask what it is?" ":(" "i miss you"

And then when her s/o asks her what it was, what will happen is:

Exhibit A:

"Oh I have no idea, I don't remember. Must have been something dumb."

Exhibit B:

"Oh no nevermind it was really dumb." / She grins, "I lied, just wanted to get your attention"

Exhibit C:

"Oh yeah! Let me tell you." and it's something really dumb.

Evander:

Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o?

His partner's glasses falling off their nose and them pushing them up by the middle like an anime character. His partner taking his food from his plate without asking. Seeing someone's snus on their gums while they are speaking.

Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?

They're lazy, and it's more of a lifestyle than a habit. He also makes a lot of useless group chats for everything, him and his friends are going to the cinema next Friday?

" '🔥🎥🎥 CINEMA NIGHT GANG 🔥🔥💯💯' was created by 'california's biggest babe (evander) ❤︎'. "

(he's never been in california)

At this point they'll do it on purpose to annoy people. Evander and MC going on a date?

"You've been added to '😈🤓 DATE NIGHT BABES🍆💞' "

"You've been added to 'oops I did it again ⚽️↗↘💥🥅 I scored a cutie.'"

Harley:

Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o?

Harley loves to just sit and talk with people, especially her lover. So her pet peeve would be when she wants to talk but it becomes a monologue 'cause her partner just stares at her and answers with monosyllables.

When Harley and her partner have planned to do an activity, and her partner keeps saying they're about to go get dressed so they can go, but it's been 3 hours and they still haven't done that.

Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?

She's an early bird. Say her s/o accidentally wakes up at 7:00 am, they'll find that Harley has already left, made coffee, left a a cute note saying

"brb!!! wanted to go on a run! I love you!!"

and bought groceries. They'll fall back asleep and wake up an hour later and Harley would have come home, wrote a song about how cute her partner is when they sleep, and bought them a bouquet with their favourite flowers.

Basically lazy mornings together are non existent with her and she'll prolly accidentally wake her partner up like 3 times in a morning.

Echo:

Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o?

When her s/o folds a page on a book instead of using a bookmark, or when they doodle on her textbook with a pen when she'd planned on selling it afterwards.

Also the phrases "Are you angry?" and "Why are you so quiet?" when she's just existing.

Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?

Echo will stay up the whole night playing a video game, watching a series or reading a book, their partner will go to sleep and wake up to find her in the same position. There comes the question: has she slept at all?

The answer is no.

She'll even try really really hard to convince her s/o to stay up with her so they can be together.

Echo will also literally terrorise her partner, she loves sneaking up on people and she's such a try-hard about it. She won't just sneak up on people, no; she'll even use her abyss powers to teleport behind her s/o and scare them.

Dominic:

Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o?

Bad hygiene, especially bad breath/ yellow teeth. Bad communication, like his s/o giving him the cold shoulder after they had a disagreement.

Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?

He's a workaholic, if he can work on a book he's writing, research a specific type of affinity, or read a book about magic theory, he will. This man doesn't know how to relax, his partner will have to force him to sit down and chill together.

He is also probably addicted to playing chess on his phone, if he isn't working or spending time with his partner, he's on the chess.com app. Specifically, the 3 minute long matches, which he'll lose anyways 'cause he forgets he only has 3 minutes and he'll spend an eternity before making any move.

All this 'cause he watched one (!) episode of The Queen's Gambit (didn't have the time to watch the rest, he says).

#magici: evander #magici: dominic #magici: martin #magici: echo #magici: harley #magici: demetra #if wip #interactive fiction #askbox

[griefabyss69]

About & Fanworks List

Hello,

This is a sideblog of @griefabyss, I figured I could put fandom related things here because I don't put original posts on my main blog, and don't want to limit posting to just ao3. I'm happy to make friends on here!

Please note that 99% of my reblogs are from my queue and I don't tag about it, so if I seem active but I'm not replying to a message that'd be why!

I have a tip jar! - Tumblr post - Ko-Fi (Currently trying to save up for dental work)

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Fic & Fanart list need to be reworked and haven't been updated since November 2023, please find new works through the writing and art tags! Thank you <3 I'll get this done at some point :' )

Fanart

» LARP AU - Mature - Steve x Eddie

This is a sketch I did while writing Last Man Standing!

» Demon Steve - Mature - Steve

This is a commission from a friend of her Steve from her fanfic the only time i feel human is when i'm in bed with you!

» Sweet Rose - Mature - Eddie

This is a painting of Eddie in shibari! Uncropped version under the cut, full nsfw.

» Sketch Request 01 - Gagged Eddie - Mature - Eddie

A sketch request for Eddie with a gag in, the messier the better <3

» Sketch Request 02 - Scoops Uniform Debauchery - Mature - Steve

A sketch request for Steve, undressed with a ripped shirt in his work uniform

Censored due to guidelines fuckery Uncensored here on ao3!

Fanfiction

» Post-Apocalypse AU

01 - Hell Patrol - 12k - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie

[AO3]

Post-apocalypse setting shortly after S4, mostly PWP. Steve is having trouble getting off and one day after he confesses this to Eddie, he helps. Featuring first time blow jobs, a heatwave, and the beginnings of a power exchange.

02 - Night Comes Down - 23k - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie

[AO3]

The sequel to Hell Patrol, where Eddie and Steve negotiate and play with things like the power of imagination, multiple orgasms, and bondage.

» Between Light and Darkness - 5k - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie

[AO3]

Vampire Eddie, shortly after S4. Steve wants Eddie to have a safe sources of blood, Eddie doesn't want to hurt him. Arguing leads to Eddie blowing Steve and a fun discovery about Eddie's vampire lore.

» Offer Your Light - 4.6K - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie

[AO3] [Tumblr]

[ A continuation of fiordicielo's series a metalhead and a pink boy! ]

Steve and Eddie meet again… and find their way back under the stage to have more fun together! Will Eddie's kilt survive? Contains: Semi-public sex at a music festival, falling (further) in love, heart shaped nipple piercings, a jock strap, a kilt, and a whole lot of heavy metal!

» Ready To Go - 3K - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie

[AO3] [Tumblr]

[ A continuation of fiordicielo's series But what does it mean? ]

Eddie sees his bandanna in Steve's right pocket and it kicks off the first time they explore what Steve's been curious about. Contains: Experimenting, light bondage, some pain, nipple clamps, getting together, safe sex, Steve begging for more, Eddie's nervous excitement, and biting!

» Run Me Through - 9.5K - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie

[AO3] [Tumblr]

Enemies with benefits, sexy wrestling, getting together, emotional tension, competitiveness

Eddie and Steve have an arrangement - every Wednesday they meet up and have fantastic sex, even if they barely even talk to each other. It blows off steam and is easier than trying to find someone else local, but there's a few issues with it. Steve is playing coy with letting Eddie know whether he wants something or not, makes him wrestle him to earn it instead of just saying yes or not, and Eddie can't squeak out a win even once, no matter how hard he tries. And Eddie can't find out what's causing Steve's distance and the distractions he pulls out, or it'll ruin the whole thing they have going on.

» Constrained - 10K - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie

[AO3] [Tumblr]

Written for the @steddievember challenge, I loosely followed some of the prompts: Teasing, Hand cuffs / Cock rings, and Oral sex without orgasm, and technically Ice play to kill the boner

Eddie's month has been... frustrating. He thinks he might be losing his mind, or maybe something inside of him has broken, but he's been unable to cum this month. He meets Steve after he graduated, this time properly, and he offers up a solution to Eddie's desperate problem. Will Steve solve it, though? Does he put Eddie through the most intense experience of his life, resulting in the ultimate relief? Or does he keep him on the edge, the hook of Steve's beautiful mouth making him continue to reach for a completion he's not going to get?

» LARP AU

01 - Last Man Standing - 15.6K - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie

[AO3] [Tumblr]

Steve asks Eddie to teach him how to play D&D. Eddie has no idea what's in store for him as Steve throws him for a loop, making the game into something that changes Eddie on a molecular level, if his dick is to believed.

02 - Interlude - 6K - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie

[AO3] [Tumblr]

Sequel to Last Man Standing - (This one doesn't have roleplaying but the next one does, which is why I titled it this. Technically a song title but from many different artists.) Eddie finally instigates some more fun after Steve surprises him after a show, and Steve has fun pushing at Eddie's limits again, this time in his car.

03 - Stargasm - 11K - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie [AO3] [Tumblr]

After they recover from their interesting night in Steve’s car, Eddie and Steve get up to some more LARPing, this time with Steve as the Demon King who bests Sir Eddie the Banished Knight. Eddie’s still not sure where they stand in their relationship, but it feels good to be with him, and the time they spend after the hot sex is really nice.

04 - so take a bite of me, just once - 10.3K - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie [AO3] [Tumblr]

Odaxelagnia is a kink where individuals experience sexual arousal from biting or being bitten. - Eddie's revenge feels less like striking back and more like reverence, but he's satisfied with the mark he's left on Steve anyway. This is also part 04 of the paraphilia series <3

» Paraphilia Series

01 - Still Motion - Scoptophilia - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie

[AO3] [Tumblr]

Scoptophilia describes the sexual pleasure that a person derives from looking at prurient objects of eroticism, such as pornography, the nude body, and fetishes. - Steve poses nude for Eddie so he can do figure sketching from his bed, as Eddie starts to look like he’s getting too warm. Of course, it’s not the temperature that’s getting to him.

02 - Acceptance and Negation - Forniphilia - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie

[AO3] [Tumblr]

Forniphilia is a type of BDSM practice where one partner is turned into a piece of furniture or object for the other partner’s use. This can involve anything from being used as a chair or table, to being transformed into a coat rack or lamp. - Steve loses a bet against Eddie, who gets to order him around all night. It wasn't intended to be a sex thing until Steve discovered something new about himself.

03 - Waves - Forniphilia - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie

[AO3] [Tumblr]

Saliromania is a fetish that involves pleasure from soiling or disheveling the object of one’s desire, usually an attractive person. It can also involve sexual arousal or satisfaction of soiling or damaging a partner’s clothing. Some individuals may also enjoy the act of being soiled or disheveled themselves. -- Steve watches Eddie a lot, finds that Eddie's always got his mouth busy. It's distracting and he's becoming a little bit obsessed with it - to the point where he snaps one day and climbs into Eddie's lap to have his turn with it.

» Steddie Microfic Masterlist This is all of the links to my steddiemicrofic challenges all in one place!

» Fanwork Request Masterlist

All of the links to my writing & art requests!

#griefabyss69 writing #griefabyss69 art #updated: November 26th with Run Me Through and Constrained <3

[bomberqueen17]

surviving march

well so. here we are. well into march. surviving.

i had no real symptoms of covid and i still don't, except that i'm just so tired. i could sleep ten hours a day. of course i can't sleep that long in bed, i still wake at my normal time without an alarm but with cat help, i just get out of bed and i'm just dizzy with exhaustion. (Usually metaphorically. today, literally.) but i wake up, i get myself together, i go about my business. and then, if i have a moment, at late morning, or early afternoon, or late afternoon, i will lie down for a moment, and if i don't do something to prevent it i will sleep two hours. and then come evening, an hour earlier than usual, i will go to bed, and i will sleep until my usual time. endlessly. normally i can get by on 6-7 hours in a night, with a good 8 hour lie in on weekends, but no more.

anyway. i don't have time for that, unless i give up everything but work. i have been leaving work slightly early, and not going in any earlier. i'm paid hourly, who gives a shit. i'm tired.

but, other than that, i do feel fine. the pokey mans has helped me remember to get up from my desk and walk around sometimes at least.

the pokey mans remains... mostly fun. i occasionally hit snags. i finally posted in frustration in the local Discord asking for tips on beating the one boss I just couldn't manage (Giovanni, if you're familiar), and the collective wisdom was, get better guys, which i was like i'm trying, and they were like no really, friend all of us, and whoever makes ultra with you first, we'll meet up at the weekly raid nite and we'll trade you a better guy, and I said i don't have anything cool to trade back? and three different people were like i don't need anything back i have extra guys, please take one. so that was actually a really nice interaction.

Every Wednesday is Raid Night, which is apparently universal-- from 6-7pm, wherever you are, there are simultaneous raids and mega raids and whatnot. Our local group is smaller than it once was, and so has condensed: one guy coordinates a "raid train" that goes down Hertel Ave, which is a dense urban street with a ton of gyms, and so he opens the remote lobbies of successive gyms at like. seven-minute intervals? somebody did the math at some point. And that's enough time to get from one to the next on foot for a fair distance, but it's also of course very easy for remote raiders to dial in.

It doesn't cost them anything if I tag along-- you can only send so many invites, but if you're in person you can just physically bop into the lobby. So there I was, with my tiny little guys, and a half-dozen level 45+ veterans with huge leveled-up mega pokemons dialed in, and I would gamely swing at the raid boss a couple of times and meanwhile the other half-dozen people would pummel the thing into the ground in a matter of seconds.

I've tagged along twice now, and I can manage like. Three gyms before I'm frozen. This time I brought Dude along, and he sat in a bar and drank a beer and ate some cheese sticks, and after about half an hour I came puffing back along the street and hopped onto the barstool next to him and got some chicken fingers and chattered about the great pokey mans I just caught. He's having a stressful time at work so it was good to get him out of the house.

I'm trying to find it all fun and funny, and mostly I'm succeeding, but I'm just so tired.

I did clear out a bunch of old drafts so my queue should be interesting for a bit.

I'm writing, it's just not getting finished. But I'm writing. I'll get there.

#about the author #me #pokey mans

[zorilleerrant]

Hi, just saw the word prompt thing? I don't know if you're still doing them or taking them, but if you are, would you mind something with either 25: Hair or 27: Sick with Bruce and/or Jason? Thank you so much! Love your writing ❤️❤️❤️

(absolutely still taking them! see this is the problem with reblogging everything in a row instead of in a queue because that post is like three hours old or something)

"I'm not sick," Jason says, once the coughing fit is over, trying to shove himself away from Bruce without stumbling over. If he falls while Bruce is watching, Bruce will know he's lying, and then he's done for. The thought only occurs to him when he's already leaning against Bruce's shoulder.

"I know you're not, Champ," Bruce says, and it's ridiculous hearing that tone of voice when he's full on Batman mode, the cowl on with smudges of greasepaint all across his eyelids, wrapping the cape around him like when he was small. It doesn't work. The cape back then was soft, quilted one patch at a time by Alfred's careful hand, and warm enough to keep at least the chill of Gotham's winds howling over rooftops at bay. Now it's the thinnest nanofiber metamaterial Jason's ever seen, soft as silk but not half as warm.

It's a nice night. He's only cold because he has the flu, but Jason always wears a mask, so why is that his fucking problem? Nothing's supposed to be able to get through the filters. Not even whatever has Bruce so wary, using dad voice even through his gas mask. "I'm fine. There's just a problem with the filters." Is there a problem with the filters? He was coughing earlier, and something smelled deep maroon and ominous. The people shuffling around the building - no one left inside, but not so far removed yet - are coughing, too. Speaking in strange voices, like they don't know what they're saying themselves. Their faces screw up when they try to talk.

"Jaylad? Are you with me?" Bruce says, pulling Jason's full weight against his chest, as if they're not in front of a crowd right now, cameras pointed at them from all sides. Jason barely refrains from shoving him away, feeling like a little kid trying not to get hugged at school again, and aware that most of the reason he's not pushing is that he doesn't have the energy, and he needs something to balance his weight on anyhow. "How much of that stuff did you breathe in? Here, list off your siblings, will you? I don't know who's behind this new toxin, but we'll find them."

"No one's behind it," Jason says, completely ignoring Bruce's instruction, and fuck him for trying to give it, anyway, Jason is fine. "Look around at the fucking building, B, it was a science fair. It was an accident. No one was behind - okay, actually, that's a lie, Black Mask is behind it, but it's not exactly like you can throw him off a roof over it, so." Jason can throw him off a roof. Maybe. Once he gets a good night's sleep, at least. Oh, fuck, sleep sounds good, right about now. If only Bruce would hurry up and get him to the Batmobile. Of course, if he says that, Batman's going to worry. Like an asshole.

"Black Mask?" Bruce says, in horror, finally moving them in the direction of the car, finally moving Jason out of the way of paramedics that he's absolutely certain would demand to take his temperature and then the jig would be up. "What the hell does he have to do with any of it? How long has he been running this plot?" Oh, sure, once you bring Roman up, Bruce is all invested again. Couldn't have just listened when Jason said the sprinkler systems needed to be double checked. 'Oh we just checked them last week' last week before the last villain siphoned toxins through them again, yeah. Some detective.

"Well, it's not about to help to fight crime at him, B, I assure you, all of his horrifying chemicals are perfectly legal," Jason says, climbing into the chair and reclining it so he can lie down and never get up again. He almost can't hear himself over the roar of the Batmobile's engine. "Some idiot posts a video about how you can hack the blush, soak it in alcohol and precipitate out the metallic component. You know the new bronze and silver ones? Yeah. Well, if you're not careful, you know. I was checking to see if it's made of Nth metal. Some precocious teens beat me to it, I guess."

"That can't possibly be legal," Bruce says, taking a curve a little bit slower than Jason would've expected him to, even on the drive home, even while they're having a totally civil conversation and Jason hasn't yet resorted to trying to bite him. "There are all sorts of regulations on strange metals. We voted on a referendum last week! And you're telling me he's doing this through his company? To, what, entice kids to accidentally cobble together bombs?"

"He doesn't fucking care about the kids, Bruce. I don't even know if he knows - like the advertising isn't even aiming at them, it's aiming at, fuck, celebrities and influencers and shit, he probably doesn't even know it can do this or he'd be selling the shit to Wall," Jason says, tiredly, words that would be mumbled through his hands if his helmet weren't beaming them straight to Bruce's earpiece. "He just found a way to pawn off his trash to the rest of his company, and told them to come up with profits. And they did! Like you always say, crime doesn't fucking pay, eh?"

"Okay. I very much do not want Amanda Waller to get her hands on this. You really think that's his long term plan?" Jason shuts his eyes, not that Bruce can tell under the mask. Because, like, did he fucking say that? Bruce never listens when Jason tries to explain in completely straightforward English - or any other fucking thing - what is going on in Gotham. He missed the limited edition pretzels, too. Asshole. A warm gust of wind blows across his face and Jason realizes that, at some point while he wasn't responding, Bruce pulled his helmet off. Undoing all the latches silently and everything. He's saying something soothing.

Jason ignores him. Wiggles his mouth a little; it's always easier talking when you don't have to aim directly at the mic. He's used to it enough it's reflexive by this point, but it still makes his jaw sore. "Yo, you know the mayor's get kickbacks, even the new one - I mean, I didn't ask him personally, so his kickback may be, like, his own head - there's no such thing as a regulation with no loopholes in Gotham." And then the kids try to mix it up and test out cool new properties, two projects get too close to each other, someone's baking soda volcano sets of a chain reaction or whatever happened in there. The sprinklers took a beat too long to set themselves in motion, Jason knows that part for sure.

"Jay, kiddo, you sound like you swallowed an entire sheep worth of steel wool," Bruce says, in that grudging way where he's trying to show emotion the way Leslie taught him to, but he sucks at it, because Alfie's British and never made proper expressions when he was a kid. Only the thing is he's turned the car to whisper mode and Jason can barely feel the rumble of the engines now, and Bruce's hand is stroking through his hair, and he could probably fall asleep, moving car or no. "Let's get you some of Alfred's soup."

"Yeah," Jason says, even though Bruce is right for once in his life, and Jason's voice does sound a thousand times more like sandpaper now that his voice modulator is gone. "Alfred is the one that misses me, sure thing old man." Actually, who Jason really needs to talk to is Lucius. Maybe over the phone, so as not to get him sick. Because if one thing will piss Roman off it's a fucking hostile takeover. Plus then they can hoard the metal to, whatever, build a Batspaceship or who knows what, like that part matters.

Bruce's hand stills, fingertips still cool against Jason's skull, and they just breathe like that for a few moments, in sync and slow, their heart rates slowing to rest, just the way he used to after a panic attack, even though Jason's pretty sure neither of them are panicking, unless Bruce cares a lot more than he assumed about a flu he's pretty sure he's mostly over anyway. Bruce squeezes his neck a little too hard, and hesitates before he opens the door. "Alfred does miss you."

#look i said something #my writing #batman #fanfic #jason todd #prompt game link in replies #this might be a little more Batdad than you were looking for but I see the word 'sick' and hey that's what happens #thank you for this ask I think this is the first time someone's sent a writing prompt for any of the ask games I collect #(btw all old ones are still open if anyone can find them but you'll definitely have to remind me of what they are) #(also I may have to learn to do shorter responses. I can write microfiction real good I swear)

[green-aeggs-and-spam]

State of the Fic: Ashes and Stardust

As we close in on the one year anniversary, I thought I should update you all on some major changes to my plans.

You might have noticed that it's been a month+ since I've last updated. Truth is, I've kind of gotten bored of HotD. I fill the queue on this blog, but that's about it. I'm not the kind of person who drops out of a fandom the instant it's not fresh, but I've basically been eating, sleeping, and breathing this fic for a full year now, and I'm getting to the point where I really need a break.

That being said, this is the longest fic I've ever written, it holds a special place in my heart, and I'm not going to stop here without leaving a proper ending in case I hate S2 and decide not to pick it back up again. My original plan was for Book 1 to go through the start of the Dance, to about where Season 1 ends. We're scarcely halfway there. Not exactly a proper ending, is it?

So I've decided to split Book 1, which will end after Aegon and Rhaelle's wedding night in Chapter 36. It's actually a decent stopping point, all things considered. Ties up the main plot of Book 1 while leaving enough threads hanging for Book 2, and it's a happy ending before the tonal shift into conflict that would have filled the timeskip.

I'll be posting Chapter 30 in the next few days, then it's going to be mostly radio silence from me for the month of November. I'll be participating in NaNoWriMo, with the goal of finishing Book 1. Assuming I can actually meet the goal of 1k words a day, that should be enough words to do it. There won't actually be any chapter updates in November, because I edit things pretty thoroughly before posting and when I'm editing, I'm not writing. I'll be focused on getting my drafts finished rather than getting them cleaned up for you guys.

If all goes well, then December will be the month of editing and posting, and I'll finish Ashes and Stardust by the end of the year. After that, I'll be taking my break from House of the Dragon, though I'll be back around (at least for fandom purposes) by the time Season 2 starts airing.

Thank you all for your support. I wouldn't have made it nearly this far without all of you ♥

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[knoxvillegender]

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[sjhanny2000]

Hair Care Frustrations

I have an answer to the ask from @summerofsleep here:

Hello, it's me again. Thank you so much for responding!

Since you write for Naruto, could you do Naruto boys with an s/o that has really long hair (Kushinas hair length for example), and what they would do if their hair was stressing them out (getting in the way during training, during jobs, hot nights in summer, etc)

AGAIN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR RESPONDING!!

For now, I'm just going to do the Naruto, Sasuke, Kiba, and Shikamaru but I definitely want to delve into other male characters as well when I have more time!

Warning(s): fluff, implied/mentioned past trauma, hurt/comfort

First of all, it important to establish that Naruto is an absolute simp for you. Mans would do anything you ask without a shred of hesitation (golden retriever personality all the way)

However, Naruto, due to his rough upbringing and personality, isn't always the most observant individual

It'll take him some time to notice how much your hair has been stressing you out lately. You also don't want to bother him something that shouldn't be a problem but is because he's already busy with training, etc.

With that said, he does notice eventually and when he does realize what's going on, Naruto will not let the issue go until he's fixed it!

He instantly is stumped on what to do however and quickly seeks out help from Sakura, who just happens to hanging out with the other girls at the time.

Before he knows it, he's going through the ringer, being taught how to braid and all kinds of things. Is he good at it though? No, not in the slightest.

Still, Naruto doesn't give up and for weeks practices whenever he can, with Konohamaru often joining in for the "important training exercise"

Finally, after days of failures and practicing, Naruto approaches you as you once again flick your (h/c) locks from your face and demands to fix it for you

You were honestly dumbfounded by his demand but let him do his thing, only to be shocked when the man pulled out a hair tie out of his pocket!

You continued to be shocked when, after a few minutes and endless chatter from the blonde, your hair was placed in a perfect braid, one better than you could have ever managed.

In the end, Naruto would be beaming with pride and you couldn't help but fall deeper in love with the goofball.

Sasuke, our emo boy, does not and will not care about your hair struggles. At least, not at first or outwardly.

Our emo boy is far quicker than his blonde counterpart in noticing the issues you have with your hair and has no problem in bluntly telling you the truth.

"If it bothers you so much, cut it."

"Deal with it or I'll chop it off myself."

Now this is the point where two different scenarios take form: (1) you do as he says and cut it OR (2) you don't cut it and either beat his ass or simply ignore him

Now if we're dealing with situation one, it honestly fixes nothing. Your hair is still posing to be a problem and nothing gets solved.

Also, let's be honest, Sasuke definitely comes across as a guy that likes to play or at least pull (my kinky folks) your hair as a warning or punishment

He's gonna sulk a bit about that excess hair being gone. If you shave your head completely, the man might even yell at you!

For scenario 2, Sasuke will not tolerate your hair problems impeding his goals. This means that something has got to be done.

Queue Sasuke looking back to his childhood and remembering how his mother tended to her hair, or how Itachi would style his when they were children.

He won't take the effort to learn any techniques or styles like Naruto, it's a waste of his time.

With what he knows, Sasuke will either put your hair in a bun or a braid (he likes the feeling)

If that doesn't work, his patience has run thin and he'll berate you until you figure out what to do with it.

Out of the four guys in this post, Kiba will probably be the most knowledgeable and best at helping with your hair.

He grew up in a house full of girls, that being his mom and sister, and he found himself watching Tsume braid Hana's hair before bed or watching Tsume do the bare minimum with her own but still something.

With Akamaru having long fur as well, Kiba's learned the best way to take care of hair, both human and dog

So, when he notices how you've been struggling with your own hair, dog boy wastes no time in helping you out.

Whenever you're together, his hands are in your hair, either playing with it or styling it with his own preferences.

"Leave it in the buns or else!"

Hella loves putting your hair up cause it means he can smush his face in your neck and chest better. And to show off the hickies he left there the other day

But sometimes he likes it down so he can hide in the curtain of (h/c) and take a quick snooze

I think Kiba would also be pretty open about asking his mom, Hana, or Hinata for ideas from time to time.

He just wants to make sure his pretty little mate is happy and comfortable, even if it means he's gotta put in some extra work

Also, man will also use your hair as an excuse to come over and spend time with you, for training sessions to go longer, the works. Kiba just loves spending time with you!

Instant realization. Instant headache.

Shikamaru notices your hair struggles right away and all he could think at first was "what a drag"

You typically were fine about taking care of your hair but all long haired folks know that there are days of struggles too

He doesn't do anything at first, it's not his responsibility after all, but as the problem persists, so does his want to fix it. He barely wants to put his own hair up, let alone someone else's.

But, the person struggling is you.

Our resident smart boy quickly becomes annoyed with himself as he grows more and more frustrated at seeing the person he loves struggle.

His solution? Nap-.

No, our man, reluctantly mind you, goes to Yoshino and the Nara clan matriarch is far too delighted that Shikamaru feels inclined in any way to help you out

Yoshino quickly, much to Shikamaru's utter dismay, recruits not only Ino but Choji and Ino's moms as well!

Ino, being the teasing brat that she is, invites Hinata, TenTen and Sakura and all Shikamaru wants to do is die

Hours of mindless advice and examples go by and by the time the group of women appear to be satisfied with themselves, Shikamaru is brain dead and wants to bash his head against the wall.

The next time he sees you and before your hair problems can arise, cloud boy orders you to sit down and whips out the hair tie he's been carrying around in his pocket.

Shikamaru lazily yet expertly (just because it was boring didn't mean that he didn't pay attention to the girls' advice) put it up in not only a braid but curls it into a burn at the nape of your neck.

THEN HE PULLS OUT BOBBY PINS!!!!!

If doing your hair stops you from complaining (and it makes you happy), Shika will do it.

But wake him up from a nap or during cloud watching to do? He'll still do it, all the while mentioning how this is such a drag

~~~

Hopefully more to come!

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