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writingsofwesteros · 2 years

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Can you do an Aegon or Aemond or both breastfeeding from older and blood related reader, where reader is naive and just thinking of it as something showing affections to them even thou they're like masterbation Infront of her while they suck her tits. 🫣😳

Sorry this is my first time doing this.

AN: Hi , I hope you like it x

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“We are so happy you are back, aunty.” Aemond purred into your ear. He was always the more talkative of the two, you knew that. Aegon was already tugging on your dress; tearing it, the buttons falling. He was a good boy, you thought to yourself. “I am too. I hope you have been behaving yourselves.”

They had seen you straight away after you arrived in the keep. Alicent was eager to have you close by and you always settled the boys. “Aegon, that was new..” You whispered out as you leaned back onto the mountain of pillows. “I will buy you more. So many.” The older Prince was nearly babbling.

He was eager to have you. Aegon was thankful you were still so naive. You were precious, he thought to himself as he looked up at you. So beautiful too. “I’m sure the journey was long and difficult..let us help you.” Aemond whispered as the dress easily fell from you now and left you completely bare.

“Boys..” You whispered out; chewing on your bottom lip as their touches as ever caused goosebumps over your soft skin. They only hummed. Aegon was already leaning in and before you knew it, his hot mouth began to suck on your nipple. The milk is flooding his mouth with ease now.

Aemond watched; his smirk only growing. Gods, you were a blessing he thought to himself as he subtly moved his hand into his pants. He shuffled them down past his arse and his cock freely bounced out. Not that you noticed this as Aegon distracted you. Your head easily falls back.

Aegon was moaning; sucking harder now as his hand gently rested on your breast too. He softly stroked you as his mind finally quietened. He didn’t have to think or worry about anything. Only you could do this for him. One day he hoped to take this further, but he was happy where he was for the moment.

You were trying to control yourself. This was for their comfort, not your pleasure. You thought as you ignored the soft sparks in your stomach. Your hand slowly moved into Aemond’s hair as his eye snapped to you. “Such a sweet boy you are.” You whispered and guided him towards your large, soft breast.

He hummed against you. His hips subtly rocking as his tongue moved over. The milk began to drip and he was only too willing to chase it. Your hold in his hair only tightened as you softly gulped. “You will have to find another way of being affectionate as I doubt I will be providing milk when I next see you.”

It had Aegon stopping for a moment; not that you noticed as you rested back into the cushions. His hand was already in his own pants now. His cock had been leaking since he first saw you this morning. The idea of you not having milk had him nearling whining as he looked over to Aemond.

Of course, Aegon rolled his eyes, his brother was hardly concentrating when his mouth was filling up and his hand was around his cock. His hand moved to your stomach as his tongue easily circled your nipple. He would find another way of you milking still; even if he had to place a babe inside you himself.

Aemond’s hand stroked himself faster as he nibbled on your soft, ample breast. Your fingers moved through his hair still whilst you ignored your inner thighs becoming more soaked. The feeling only confused you so you stayed concentrating on your boys attached to you. That was all that mattered.

Aegon’s hips began to rock now as his eyes fluttered shut. His attention on your breast now; the future could wait. Any other thoughts were so easily banished by your mere presence. It was addictive. As was the milk he was feasting on as he began to suck more harshly; his hand grabbing now.

Your eyes fluttered as soft whines escaped you for a moment; your body arching just for a moment. Aemond’s sucking only grew as his fisting of his own cock quickened. His stomach began to tighten now as he moved his hips; fucking his hand as his cum began to spill over onto it.

He groaned into your breast as his hand cheekily moved over your stomach, spreading his cum onto you. Gods, Aegon thought, and everyone thought he was the deviant. It only made him harder as he lapped at the milk coming his way. All the while you were arching from the bed; soft whimpers escaping you once more.

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onyourowndaisymae · 6 days

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upsidedownwithsteve · 2 years

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Steve Harrington x fem!reader[4.1k] that nick millar line that's like "stop being mean to me i'll fall in love with you." scoops!steve, record store!reader and some weird drabbles about how steve gets flustered i don't like this i'm sorry

Steve knew he was a goner when he spotted you stacking shelves at the record store. He’d asked Eddie your name and the boy had cackled, slapped him on the shoulder and said, ‘Harrington, she’d eat you alive.’

“That’s what I’m hoping for,” Steve had answered.

You wore boots with laces that were never fully tied, fishnet tights, bike shorts and too big T-shirts that served as dresses, gold rings on your fingers and ruby red lipstick on Saturdays.

You looked like trouble, like a whole lot of fun and Steve took Eddie’s warning as a personal challenge.

The first time he spoke to you, it was on his day off and he shoved some dollar bills at Dustin, Lucas and Max, told them to go to the arcade and stay in the arcade.

He found you behind the register, perched on a tall stool and flicking through records, cassettes littering the desk and your foot tap, tap, tapping against the wooden legs. Your store was quieter than the rest of the mall, so Steve tried to act casual, thanked everything holy that he wasn’t wearing his scoops uniform and browsed the boxes of music.

He kept letting his eyes flicker to you, the store dimly lit and smelling like old books and smoke, a stark contrast to the sweet sugar and bright lights of Scoops Ahoy.

It was nice, Steve noted, cosy, warm, a strange kind of quiet despite the music that played overhead. He didn’t even own a record player, not anymore, not since he’d been gifted a shiny new Walkman for his Christmas after his parents were out of town on his birthday.

But still, there was something calming about thumbing through the sleeves, some pre owned and fraying at the edges, arranged in their own box that was labelled ‘already loved.’ The handwriting was neat and romantic looking, big swirls and loops in the L’s and Steve wondered if it was yours, if you were sweeter than your big doc martens suggested.

But then he took his choices to the cash desk and you looked up from the price labels you were sticking to each record, a smile that was like sunshine and sin on your lips. You looked him up and down, one eyebrow raised and now that he was closer, Steve could see a gold hoop in one nostril.

He swallowed, tried to say something cool, something flirty, something alluring, but his throat was sticky like honey and he was suddenly speechless. Steve Harrington had lines, he knew how to flirt - sometimes it didn’t work, he could admit that now - but not a single word came from his mouth.

You were really something. A smirk rather than a smile, jewellery making you glitter, eyes lighting up at the sight of him and Steve felt like he had a neon sign above him, a shiny big arrow saying ‘fresh meat.’

He suddenly knew what Eddie had meant. He was out of his depth.

“Hey, pretty boy.”

God, scratch that, he was drowning.

Your voice was sweet, lined with a laugh, like you knew something he didn’t and Steve Harrington had never been shy in his life but your words had his cheeks tinted pink and he could feel the same heat at the tips of his ears.

“Did you find everything you needed?”

He stuttered, stammered, licked his lips and nodded instead. It was that magic kind of flirting, the kind where no one really spoke but the idea was heavy and thick and tension in it made your head spin. And maybe you weren’t as affected as Steve was, but the boy felt a little giddy with it, eyes nervously dancing between yours and your hands, watching the way you bagged up his records.

He didn’t even know what he’d bought.

But he took the bag from you with a smile that made him look really soft, hand warm as it brushed your own and he didn’t even wait for his change, he just backed out of the store with a dazed look in his eyes and the sound of your laughter following him.

—————

The second time Steve saw you, was half way through his lunch break, his hands full of soda cans and wrapped up sandwiches for himself and Robin, ‘cause there were only so many tubs of rocky road he could have instead of real food.

You were rounding the corner the same time as he was, barely managing to avoid colliding, shoulders bumping and a can of Dr. Pepper falling to the floor and making a break for it. It rolled enough for Steve to deem it a lost cause, telling himself he’d share his drink with Robin instead of trying to juggle it back into his already full arms.

But then you were catching it, wiggling it at him between a finger and a thumb as you carefully tucked it in the free space under his chin. He gaped, realising who he’d bumped into too late. You were a pretty painting, black lines above your lashes all cat like, lips coloured in a soft rosy shade. The sweater you wore was too big, bike shorts barely peeking out from the hem and you made music as you moved, necklaces catching against each other.

You were lovely. But your smile was dangerous.

“Thanks, uh, thank you- for that,” Steve managed, trying to gesture to the soda but almost losing two sandwiches and a bag of chips in the process. “Shit.”

“S’alright,” you told him softly and Steve had almost forgotten what your voice had sounded like, because after the first visit to the record store, he’d been too embarrassed to return.

He’d kept watch from behind the ice cream freezer, sighing over you as he refilled mint chocolate chip and scattered more sprinkles on floor than he did atop of cones. Robin thought it was disgusting.

“Lunch time?” You asked and it was obvious, the way you were making conversation, seemingly actually wanting to talk to him but Steve couldn’t wrap his head around why.

He nodded, too fast, hair flopping into his eyes and he had no free hands to smooth it back. Was he red again? He felt warm. You were smiling, eyes on his, scanning his face, taking in each of his features without any shame, bold in each of your actions.

Fuck. You were really pretty.

“Uh yeah, yeah,” Steve managed, “for me and uh,” he looked back, saw Robin leaning over the cash register with a grin on her lips as she watched on, more than amused. “And uh…”

“Your girlfriend?” You prompted. You sounded intrigued, voice still soft. “The pretty one in the hat?”

“Oh no, god no,” Steve replied and you grinned at how quick he spoke. He shook his head, fumbled another sandwich was still gazing at you from behind his messy hair. “I mean, fuck, she’s pretty and yeah, she’s wearing a hat but— no, not my girlfriend.”

“Oh,” you were smiling, arms crossed as you tried not to full on grin at the way the boy was floundering, trying his best to assure you that his co-worker was definitely not his girlfriend.

“I mean, we’re friends,” he was telling you, “best friends but like, super platonic. So platonic. I’m single.” Steve swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. “So single.”

You didn’t miss the little ‘fuck,’ he whispered into the lunch he was still clutching to his chest and his cheeks went from rosy to ruby, a flush across the high points of his face that you would adorable.

You didn’t say anything, not yet, but you leaned a little closer and pushed yourself onto your toes so you could sweep a hand through the front of his hair, pushing back the locks that had fallen into his face.

Steve wondered if he had stopped breathing.

“That’s better,” you hummed and you couldn’t help but huff out a laugh at his stricken expression. He looked panicked in the best way.

Steve nodded and you took it as a thanks because his lips were parted and his brown eyes were turning into honey and he looked a little wrecked. It was fun, you realised, watching the way he reacted to you.

“It’s Steve, right?” You tapped at his name badge, still standing too close for what some people would consider polite but Steve smelled like sugar and mint and the forest, like cedar or pine.

Steve cleared his throat, tried not to stare at your lips when you said his name and he nodded, “yeah, uh— Steve Harrington.”

Another grin from you, wide and bright and fucking magical, because Steve decided that every time you smiled at him he felt like he was turning inside out.

“Okay, Single Steve Harrington—” he cut you off with a groan and it was suddenly your new favourite sound. “—I need to get back to work, enjoy your lunch.”

“Right, yeah, shit,” he winced at the way his voice cracked and Jesus Christ, he thought to himself, what was he? Sixteen again? “Uh, do I get to know your name?” It was a lie. He knew your name. He’d asked Eddie weeks ago.

And you must’ve been thinking the same because you laughed, reallt fucking cutely, Steve noticed, nose scrunched and eyes bright as you said, “don’t play coy, pretty boy, I know who your friends are.”

You left him standing there, cheeks still flushed, soft hair perfectly rumpled from how you’d pushed it back and you couldn’t help yourself. You turned, a head over your shoulder, lashes lowered as you looked him up and down, doing the least you could to try and hide it.

“Hey Steve?”

The boy's head snapped round to you, eyes wide as ever. His pretty face was a question mark.

“Nice shorts.”

—————

The third time, Steve was almost confident enough to say you sought him out.

Because it was a slow Tuesday and the summer outside had reached its peak, the sun warming the mall through the glass roof like a greenhouse, the air stifling and hazy. It was too warm for even ice cream, most of Hawkins had seemed to decide, and even the kids had passed up on free samples in favour of spending a day at the pool.

But there you were, record store lanyard missing from your neck which told Steve it was definitely your day off. And besides, if he happened to have remembered your shifts, well, that was just a coincidence.

You swaned into Scoops with your usual confidence, a glint in your eye and a surprisingly bright sundress on your frame. You were still glittering with jewellery, chains and trinkets on your neck, delicate rings on each finger, tiny gold daisies hanging from your ears. Your dress was a startling red, cherry coloured and all the bare skin on show meant that Steve could see fine black lines of ink peeking out from beneath the cotton.

He smiled at the way you still wore your boots, laces undone and rolled socks peeking out the top. You had spent some time talking between shifts now, “accidentally” bumping into each other when the mall was still closed, early morning starts spent standing in line together for a coffee as Steve tried his damn hardest to remember how to speak in your presence.

It got a little easier and Steve could hold a conversation without his voice cracking, but every now and then he’d spot you already gazing at him and you had a look on your face that could take a man down to his knees.

And god, did you know how good you looked in that dress? Did you understand what you did to him? Steve thought that maybe you did because you were leaning over the counter on your elbows and invading all of his personal space with the smell of your perfume and cocoa butter body lotion.

You tapped out a beat with your fingernails, Ruby red to match your dress, hands dancing in gold, rings that Steve knew woild look so fucking pretty wrapped around his—

“Hey, pretty boy.”

The boy dropped his ice cream scoop and from an empty table behind you both, Robin snorted.

“Hey, hi… hi,” he settled on, ducking behind the counter to retrieve his scoop and he tried not to wince at how decidedly unsmooth he was around you.

He’d panicked to Robin more than enough times about it. How he managed to trip over his words, even his own feet, when he was around you. But, despite his friends usual teasing and unsupportive behaviour when it came to his dating like, she’d surprised him with:

“Well shit, Steve, she keeps coming back, doesn’t she?”

“Hi,” you repeated, grinning. “How’s it going?”

Steve smiled back, wider than he’d have liked, too happy, too pleased that you were here on your day off, in his store, standing talking to him whilst you looked like that.

The hem of your dress swung at your thighs as you tapped your foot to music only you could hear and you were looking up at him with the most wicked expression. Steve had realised you seemed to save those looks for only him, the rest of your time spent in the record store ignoring the boys who tried to chat you up with cheap lines and shit chat.

Steve sighed and looked around the empty store. “It’s going,” he replied. “What’re you doing here? Aren’t you… off today?”

“Keeping tabs?” You grinned and Steve flushed.

It was your favourite thing.

“What? No, no I—” if Steve could get away with volleying a ball of raspberry ripple at Robin right then, he could’ve. She was hiding her face in the pile of delivery notes but he could hear her laughter. “I just— yeah, shit, maybe I am.”

His admission made you preen, straightening up to catch the ends of that stupid, little sailor scarf between your fingers. You lifted one brow, looked at the boy through your lashes and wondered if you listened carefully enough, would you be able to hear the thumpthumpthump of his heart.

Steve was almost certain you would.

“That’s cute,” you mused, sighing dramatically, wistful almost, as you tugged at the scarf. Steve jolted closer, lips parted, eyes hooded as he tried his best to keep his gaze on yours. But your lips were right there. And so were your tits. “It’s a real shame you don’t use that knowledge to work out when to take me out on a date.”

Even Robin stilled.

“A date?” Steve asked and you were so close, closer than you’d ever been ‘cause he could tell your lipgloss was cherry flavoured, he could smell the artificial sweetness, could count the freckles on your nose.

You nodded, smiled, let your eyes flicker down to where he was licking at his lips and you felt the way he sighed. He had a knuckle white grip on his side of the counter, arms flexed as he leaned in, letting you hold him as close to you as you dared.

“Y’know… dinner, maybe a movie, a hot little fumble in the backseat of your car before you kiss me goodnight and go home to take a cold shower?”

“Christ,” Steve breathed and you watched the way he flushed, eyes drooping prettily as he seemingly thought out your scenario. “Yeah— yeah, I can do that, fuck, we can do that.”

The grin that took over your face was more than pretty and Steve was about done for when you finally let go of his sailors scarf, only to reach up and brush back his hair again. He let you, eyes full of sticky fondness, a little awe as your fingertips brushed across the top of his forehead.

“Great,” you told him, backing away, boots scuffing across the parlour tiles. “You can pick me up at eight on Saturday.”

—————

Steve had never been so nervous on a date.

The good kind, an excitement he’d almost forgotten about and he revelled in the way his stomach tumbled, cheeks flush and lips bitten as he waited for you to appear from your front door.

You’d smiled at his shyness, ducked your head in a similar fashion when he told you how pretty you looked and then it was a night of feet touching under the diner table, stealing the crispy fries from his plate and Steve pretending that he cared.

He eventually calmed down enough to talk about everything and anything with you, his job, education, his parents, his friends. And when he’d finished making you laugh like it was his new hobby, you both realised too late that you’d missed the movie.

But you didn’t seem to care, happy to walk shoulder for shoulder with the boy through the emptying mall, watching him with a smile as he worked up enough courage to hold your hand.

You let him, hands tangling, a finger gently prodding his pink cheek and he swatted at you with a smile, a fond roll of his eyes and then that was it.

You didn’t leave his side after that.

The windows of his car were rolled down as he parked up near the water tower, wheat fields and the forest hiding you both from the rest of the down. The summer air smelled sweet, like leftover barbecue smoke and wet grass and Steve had the radio on low as you teased him about his music taste, the way he’d bitten his bottom lip raw from being so close to you.

He could take it better now, your little mean streak, the one that liked to push his buttons and turn him pink. He still flushed when you called him pretty boy, heard his breath hitch when you stretched your bare legs over his, back pressed to the passenger door as you let the wind pick at your hair.

But he got a little braver and let his hands smooth over your shins, eyes flickering from yours to the way your sundress was played messily across the tops of your thighs. Steve was a gentleman about it though, listened when you spoke, asked you questions and got to know you, making those eyes at you, even if he didn’t realise.

“Did you come in that day just to buy those records?”

Steve snorted, let his cheek turn and press against the headrest so he could look at you with those big brown eyes, wild hair that you ached to brush away.

“I don’t even have a record player anymore.”

Your laugh was a whole other type of song and it warmed Steve more than the summer night did.

“You don’t?” You grinned, nudging a foot into his thigh. “Steve Harrington, you’re a damn fool.”

“If you keep bein’ mean to me,” Steve grinned, voice full of tease and sticky sweet affection, “m’gonna fall in love with you, you know?”

And he did.

—————

You didn’t grudge Robin for the way she rolled her eyes at you upon seeing you walk into Scoops. You couldn’t. She knew, she knew that you knew. So you just smiled.

“Is Steve….?”

“In the back,” she groaned good naturedly. “You’re lucky we’re dead.”

You grinned, blew the girl a kiss and slipped through the staff only door. The door to the walk-in freezer hummed and music came from the break room, quiet and crackling with static from the old radio. You found the boy at the table, feet kicked up on a stool as he played with his empty bottle of soda.

Steve lit up when he saw you, an unexpected visit as you were on a late shift at your own store, the chances of you both getting lunch at the same time slim. But you’d bartered with your boss, promising that all of the new stock that had been delivered would get done before close. He’d rolled his eyes and grudgingly agreed, muttering about your new boyfriend and how he was affecting your work ethic.

You hadn’t used that word yet. ‘Boyfriend.’ And neither had Steve, but that was okay. You were enjoying that inbetween stage that came with uncertainty and butterflies, second guesses and kicking your feet in your bed at night when he dropped you off, each new kiss feeling like another first.

And you were still making the boy blush, the prettiest pink across his cheeks, stealing reasons to touch him whenever you could, playing with the ends of his hair as he spoke, pressing a hand to the skin under his shirt when you wanted his attention.

Which was a waste of time, if you asked Steve - you always had his attention, whether your hands were on him or not. Not that he ever complained.

In fact, he looked downright ecstatic when you dropped yourself in his lap, pleated skirt hitching up your thighs as you grinned down at him, pink cheeks, messy hair and sailor boy uniform to boot.

“Hey, pretty boy.”

“Hello to you too, trouble,” he’d gotten better at that part, talking to you without falling over his own words, more flirt and confidence in his voice than the first time you’d met. “I didn’t think I was gonna see you until after work.”

“Sold my soul for you,” you pouted, lifting his little hat and placing it atop your own head. “Promised that a full delivery would be finished before close.”

Steve tried to pout back, but he couldn’t help but smile at how you bargained just to be able to come see him. The sailor hat was perched adorably on top of your head, a little squint and with a cherry ice cream stain on the side. His hands palmed at your hips, squeezing gently and you lifted a brow to gaze down at him questioningly.

“Robin already isn’t happy I’m back here distracting you,” you smiled, “don’t start something you can’t finish - or win.”

“Win?” Steve scoffed, “sweetheart give me a little cred-”

The boy’s words died in his throat as you stood only to swing a leg over his lap, straddling his thighs with your own, fishnet tights stretched over your skin. You brought your hand to his chin, caught it between finger and thumb and smoothed the pad of it over his bottom lip. You tugged a little meanly, let it fall back with a cute ‘pop’ and grinned at how he was already flushed for you, eyes a little glassy and unfocused, cheeks turning pink.

“You’re too easy, Steve,” you whispered, stretching your arms over his shoulders, fingers tugging through the messy curls at the nape of his neck. You leaned in as if to kiss him, turned before he could catch you and pressed your nose to his cheek instead, letting him feel your smile against his jaw before you mouthed at it.

“You smell so good,” you sighed, voice hitched a little higher than normal, a little breathier. “Could just eat you up.”

“You’re a demon,” Steve huffed, canting his hips up into yours, hands squeezing more tightly at your waist but he did nothing to stop you from tugging at his hair. He let his head fall back, exposing his throat to you and your mouth. “Baby.”

“Baby. Love when you call me that,” you cooed, planting a line of kisses along the column of his neck, nipping at his ear lobe as you pressed yourself against his chest. “Makes me feel so sweet.”

Steve groaned, barked out a laugh that ended in a hiss because you rocked yourself against him, grinding down and grinning. “Yeah? You’re anything but,” he lied.

“Mean,” you teased, bringing your mouth to hover over the boys, lips just grazing his. “You don’t think I’m sweet? That’s not what you said the other night.”

You were pouting, pushing your lips to Steve’s in a barely there kiss before pulling away, running a hand over the front of his hair, pushing it back so you could see the way his eyes glazed over at your words. He knew what you were referencing, of course he did. How could he forget?

“I distinctly remember you telling me that you thought I tasted real sweet in the back of your car,” you grinned, wicked, cupped the boy’s face and smoothed your thumbs over the high points of his cheekbones. “There is it,” you whispered.

A blush, pink and warm and rosy, just for you, even after Steve had spent countless times between you legs, lips sucking, mouth too busy to do anything but moan. He was pink even then. But this? Now?

“I think you’re the sweet one.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things

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fknmoonmoon · 1 year

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Derby Day

Pairing: Jake Seresin x reader

Summary: just a soft cozy Jake drabble, reader wakes up wicked early and disturbs his beauty sleep

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“It is five in the morning.” Jake squints in the glow of the television.

Your coffee cup is frozen halfway between the coffee table and your mouth, lips still pursed for a sip. “Sorry.” You swear you tried to keep the volume down, but soccer commentators are… enthusiastic.

Jake runs a hand over his face, through his hair. “Babe,” he grunts. “Why?”

“You watched the Super Bowl in the middle of the night in Japan.”

His shoulders fall in defeat. “It’s Saturday,” he grumbles, turning down the hall to shuffle back to the bedroom. Like he’s never kept you up til one A.M. on a weekday watching Texas play a bowl game. Watching Texas lose a bowl game, you smirk, finishing your sip of coffee. Part of what drew the two of you together in the first place was your borderline fanatical devotion to your respective sports teams. It’s not your fault yours happen to be on the other side of the world.

Jake returns, duvet slung over his shoulder. You shift to the far side of the couch to make room for him to stretch out, lay his head in your lap. His grumbly grunts as he gets comfortable are adorable, but the noise he makes when you push your fingers through his hair is a little sinful.

“Good?” You get another grunt in response. He mellows out, relaxes into your touch, breathing slow and steady all bundled into his blanket and you. He’s soft and cozy and warm in your lap, absolutely made for cold mornings spent watching your team disappoint you.

“Are you winning?” You could have sworn he’d fallen asleep.

“Mm hmm. We’re gonna lose though. Defense is shit without Dias.”

He hums in response, wedges his head further into the angle between your legs and your tummy. “This couch sucks.”

“Go back to bed,” you laugh. “You hate soccer, anyway.”

“S’cold in there without you.” He tucks a hand under your thigh, squeezing lazily. “’n I don’t hate it, I just don’t get it.” Not for lack of trying on your part, you think. “But you love it, so…” He sighs, voice trailing off.

“And you get head scratches if you watch with me.” You tug a little at his hair, smiling at the goosebumps that rise up on his neck.

“And I get head scratches if I watch with you,” he agrees, squeezing your leg again. “But let’s go buy a new couch today.”

#jake seresin fic #hangman fic #tgm fic #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #domesticated fluff #hangman x you #jake seresin x you #top gun maverick fic

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springdandelixn · 2 years

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Welcome Home

Thor x F!Reader

Summary: After fighting to save Asgard, Thor comes home to you.

Warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), finger fucking, somnophilia, fluff

It’s never too late to post a story for SLUTTY Saturday even when it’s already Sunday here, then it could be for SINFUL Sunday hahaha Events are taken after Ragnarok and I’d like to believe that in this AU, Asgard was saved. I do ask for your kindness for this is my first attempt at writing this hunk of a man.

I no longer keep a tag list but if you enjoy my writing and wish to be updated of new stories I release, follow my other blog @springdandelixn-archives and turn on notifications.

Drabble as this may be, your comments and likes are deeply appreciated. Reblogs would mean so much to me. And as always, I wish for your enjoyment. 💖

“Kitten?”

Thor slides Mjolnir, disguised as an umbrella, down his grasp and carefully lays it down beside the shoe rack by the front door. Your apartment is dark except for the single lamp cascading a dim light throughout the living room. From that alone, he knows that he would find you sleeping soundly in your room.

He slips off his hoodie and grapes it at the back of the couch, toeing off his boots after then walking towards your room. The door is ajar and he slowly takes a peek, the corners of his lips lifting into a small smile when he sees you on the bed, his cape draped across your body.

Oh, how he’s missed you. All those times he was running around New York then Asgard and finding himself on a strange planet, he kept thinking of you. That he had to finish the mission thrown at him in order for him to go back home and be with you again.

And he’s succeeded. And he wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and hold you, hopefully, to never let go.

Pushing the door wide, he walks in, making sure to keep quiet so as to not wake you. He stands at the side of your bed, his eyes admiring your face; lashes fanning your cheeks, parted lips as you breathe softly, how his cape accentuates the curves of your body that he can’t help but reach down and slowly pull down the fabric, revealing the treasure that awaits him underneath.

His eyes grow wide as he sees you wearing the silk night dress he bought you. The gold shimmering against the moonlight shining through the window and he tries his best to hold himself, to not pounce on you so soon. No. He wants to relish this moment, to ease himself in before devouring you completely.

He drops his shirt on the floor, jeans and socks following after, his hand reaching down to palm his growing erection through his boxers. He urges himself to be gentle as he goes to kneel on the mattress, not wanting to jostle the bed and belatedly wake you from your slumber.

Leaning over he trails kisses down your arm, lips pressing down onto your knuckles before inching lower land on on your clothed pelvis. He inhales sharply when he sees your bare thighs, his hand reaching over to push the fabric up your waist and hissing through gritted teeth when he comes face to face with your panties.

Thor doesn’t waste anymore time, feeling the waves of desire wash over him, dulling his senses, that he moves to spread your legs apart, leaning over to press his nose against your clothed cunt and inhaling deeply, relishing in your scent that he’s deeply missed.

One kiss to your pussy turns into two, then three and he dares to push the flimsy fabric to the side exposing your heat before running the pad of his tongue flat against your folds. The unconscious moan you release is music to his ears, that he does it again before rolling the tip of his tongue against your clit, finally tasting you once again.

“Thor—” You call out his name and he looks up, only to be surprised to see you still asleep.

It garners a smile on his face and urges him to continue, flicking and licking the nub slowly, wrapping his lips around your clit and begins to suck it gently. His hands press down on your inner thighs, spreading them wide for him, thumbs caressing the soft flesh.

His eyes then grow wide when he feels hands runs through his hair, shooting his eyes up and seeing you staring down at him with your sleepy orbs, sleepy hands pressing down on his head and he obliges to your silent command. He pulls you closer, pressing more of your cunt into his mouth as he sucks on your swollen bud harder, faster, eliciting moans from your lips and your fingers grabbing his hair tight.

Thor groans when you tug on his locks, pushing him further to suck more on the bud. His hands reach up to slide them underneath your silk night dress, large hands cupping your breasts, his tongue mimicking the move movement of his thumbs, rolling the tip around your clit while his thumbs twirl and pinch your stiff nipples.

“More—” You beg and an animalistic growl leaves his throat, hands squeezing down on your tits before he pulls them away, his tongue moving to thrust it into your cunt while his thumb takes its place on your clit, pressing and flicking it fast.

The way your hips buck against his mouth makes him shiver, his muscles tensing as he feels his cock stiffen by the second. Oh, how much he wants to fuck you now, to claim you and drive himself home but stops himself, for he wants you to come undone with only his mouth and hands, to bring you pleasure, bring you to a high before he seeks his own.

Back and forth, he bobs his head, pushing his tongue as deep as he can into your cunt. Rubbing against your walls possessively, tasting the essence that slowly trickles down his taste buds. Your familiar nectar filling him, encasing him in sheer bliss, better than any he’s tasted among all nine realms, that he seeks to have more, to bring you to completion and bless him with the sweetness you keep hidden within.

He hears your breath hitch, your back arching from the bed and he pushes further down your clit, adding pressure to his thumb as he massages it, teasing it while his tongue twirls around your pussy. He hums as he wriggles his head, lapping up your pussy sloppily, the action causing you to cry out his name and from the way he feels your legs tense against his hand, he knows you’re close.

You whine when he pulls his tongue away, but a strangled moan escapes your throat when he pushes two fingers inside of you, Thor growling when you clench around him tightly, your pussy sucking on his digits as he thrusts them fast, burying them knuckle deep and curling them when he pulls out only to thrust them back in.

His lips claim your clit once more, sucking hard, his lips in sync with the motions of his fingers. He mumbles sweet nothings against the bud, having the vibrations of his mouth run through your body. And all at once, as he pushes his digits deep in one fluid motion, you call out his name, your walls clamping down on his fingers before feeling your essence coat them, Thor whispering your name as he spreads them apart, stretching your walls before pulling away and grinning at the way they glisten from your juices.

Giving your clit one long and wet kiss, he pulls away and slips his fingers past his lips, sucking them clean and humming at the taste, loving how the sweetness glaze his tongue. His eyes then cast down at you, a smile on his lips when he pulls his hand away, loving how sated you look on the bed, your night dress rumpled and your eyes closed, pleasure evident on your face.

“You cut your hair,” Those were not the words he expected but it makes him laugh.

He leans over, nestling his clothed hips between your thighs, elbows resting on either side of you head as he presses a soft kiss against your nose.

“It wasn’t by choice. I hope you don’t mind.” He says in a low voice, his lips pressing softly against yours before he moves to kiss your cheek then your jaw.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close and hum at the attention he’s giving you. “Never.” He sees your smile and he moves to rest his head on your shoulder, humming when he feels your hand caress the back of his head then chuckling when he feels you push down on his boxers with your feet.

“Kitten—what are you doing?” He asks although he already knows your answer.

“You’ve been gone for months, Thor Odinson, and I want you to fuck me til I can’t walk.” You breathe.

Your forwardness makes him boom in laughter, his hand cupping your cheek as he presses another kiss on your nose.

“I would never deny my lady’s desires.” He intones, claiming your lips once more and pulling you into a passionate kiss.

#thor #thor odinson #thor x reader #thor x female reader #thor x you #thor fanfiction #thor au #thor smut #thor fluff #mcu au #mcu #coconut bun stories

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buckets-and-trees · 2 years

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Forest of Fics [masterlist]

latest

an ask about a water creature C!Evans character [bullet point drabble] Bolotnik!Curtis Everett x Female!Reader | explicit smut, non-con, dub con, terato/monster fucking

Love That's Laid Beside Me [5k] King!Steve x Queen!Female!Reader | explicit smut, part of the Cedar Trees Royal AU

It Fit Too Right [690] soft!dark Nomad!Steve x female!reader | smut

Prepare for Takeoff [1.5k] soft!dark!mafia Andy Barber x female!reader | tw: dub con, explicit smut, part of the I'm Your Man collection

Morning Radiance [750] soft!dark!mafia Andy Barber x female!reader | tw: dub con, explicit smut, somnophilia, part of the I'm Your Man collection

Waiting On One Look [300] alpha Ari Levinson x female!omega!reader | apocalyptic omegaverse, referenced smut

Give Up [450] soft dark alpha Bucky x female!omega!reader | tw: DUB CON, explicit smut

The Only Way of Knowing You [7.8k] leshy!Nick Fowler x female!Reader | modern AU, smut, tw: dub con

greatest

CEDAR TREES [royal AU collection] f!Reader insert, king!Steve, Royal AU, smut, fluff

DEVOUR [short series] soft!dark Bucky x f!Reader insert, mob AU, non/dub-con start, explicit SMUT

Sacrificial [3.5k] Minotaur!Bucky x f!scientist!Reader (modern AU) dark SMUT/monster fucking, dub-con

Desperate [3k] Bucky Barnes x f!Reader | SMUT dubious consent, sex pollen, kidnapping

WARM SHADOWS [post-endgame omegaverse series] Alpha!Bucky x f!reader, Alpha!Captain Hydra x f!reader | DARK SMUT, tw: non con, tw: dub con, fluff beginning

events & challenges

Aspen's Holiday Extravaganza 2022

Into an Alternate June-iverse 2023

Hot Bucky Summer 2023

Bucky Barnes Bingo, Round Five - through January 2024

Aspen's 1st Anniversary Sleepover

'A Very Horny Monday to You...' August Sultry and Sinful List

Aspen's Dark Forest Fest - October 2023

BUCKY BARNES

COLLECTIONS

IN THE OPEN AIR [dual-part series] Gender Bend Mermaid AU, f!Reader insert

part one: Out of These Waters [7.9k]

part two: That Shore Up Above [will be continued TBD]

THE BROOKLYN BOYS [drabble series] female!Reader insert, slow burn

A MAN IS NOT HIS SONG [short series] female!Reader insert, slow burn, eventual smut, post-CA:WS era Bucky

1: More than a Melody's Needed

DEVOUR [short series] female!Reader insert, mob AU, non/dub-con start, explicit SMUT, mostly-dark!mob boss Bucky

salt - non-con fat - dub-con acid - totally con heat - coming Nov/Dec 2023 post series-drabbles: mint | yeast

BUCK'S ELEVEN [snapshot series] historical AU, Ocean's Eleven-style heist premise

Buck's Eleven (original one-shot) [1.6k] Bucky, mentions of ex-wife!Reader, Steve

WARM SHADOWS [post-endgame omegaverse series] Alpha!Bucky x f!reader, Alpha!Captain Hydra x f!reader | DARK SMUT, tw: non con, tw: dub con, fluff beginning

ONE-SHOTS

Into Cursed Pixie Dust [9k] female!Reader insert, SMUT, morally grey Winter Soldier

Silent Screams in Wildest Dreams [8k] female!Reader insert, SMUT, dark ending

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have [2k] dark!Wanda + Bucky x gender neutral!Reader, non-con/dub-con smut DARK FIC

Sacrificial [3.5k] Minotaur!Bucky x female!scientist!Reader (modern AU) dark SMUT/monster fucking, dub-con + follow up drabble: Do You Remember?

Talk [2k] Pleasure Dom!Bucky (modern AU) SMUT, BDSM, forced orgasm

Perfectionists [2.2k] + Test Play [1.8k] Game Designer!Bucky x female!reader (modern AU) SMUT

Desperate [3k] female reader, SMUT, dubious consent, sex pollen, kidnapping

Uncertain and Sure [550] Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader | follow up drabble to Desperate, slight angst, feels, no smut

Insatiable [1850] Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader | more for the Desperate verse but can stand alone, explicit smut

The Pool Party Op [1.2k] female reader, SMUT

Meet Cute [2.2k] female reader, modern AU, first piece in the Trader James Collection

Saturday Night Movie Marathon [2.4k] female reader, SMUT

Don't Blame Me [<1k] female reader | SMUT, tw: infidelity

What You Want [2.7k] lawyer!Bucky x curvy!female assistant!reader| modern AU, power dynamic, periphery/secular reference to the Christmas holiday, vaginal fingering, use of "plum" as a term of endearment

DRABBLES

Christmas Eve Eve [1.1k but slotting with the drabbles because it’s still short] gn!Reader insert, fluff

Tactics [650] TFATWS era Bucky, character study

Coffee Shop Meet-Cute Request [1.1k] post-TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x female!Reader, fluff

The Color Crimson [500] Bucky Barnes x female!Reader x Ari Levinson, SMUT

BULLET POINT APPROACH THOUGHT STORIES

Nose-brush forehead kisses post-TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Reader, fluff

STEVE ROGERS

SERIES

CEDAR TREES [royal AU collection] female!Reader insert, king!Steve, Royal AU, smut, fluff

THE BROOKLYN BOYS [drabble series] female!Reader insert, slow burn

WARM SHADOWS [post-endgame omegaverse series] Alpha!Bucky x f!reader, Alpha!Captain Hydra x f!reader | DARK SMUT, tw: non con, tw: dub con, fluff beginning

ONE-SHOTS

Tiny Vessels [1.5k] gender neutral Reader insert, end of Endgame Steve, brief moments of non-graphic physical intimacy follow up: Don't Forget You Were the One Who [1.3k] Steve returns

King [1k] female!Reader insert, mob!Steve, angst quickly resolved into fluff

Witchview [1.3k] female!Reader insert (witch!reader), Steve stays in the present after Endgame, post-WandaVision, smut, magic, manipulation, dark-ish

Peering In My Hollow Core [2.4k] Nomad!Steve x Morally Grey f!Reader | SMUT (dub-con sex pollen)

DRABBLES

With You female!Reader insert, fluff, potential future Neighbor!Steve scenario/chaptered work

inspired by a Chris and Dodger gifset gender neutral Reader insert, fluff

Bookings and Rings female!Reader insert, Buck's Eleven Collection, light smut

Steve with a Breeding Kink [750] Steve x f!reader | soft dark SMUT, tw: dubious consent

OTHER MARVEL

Sketch of Sam and Natasha [1k] Nat x Sam, exploring a CA: The Winter Soldier theory/close “reading of the text”

Are We Falling [1k] Sam x female!Reader, smut, post!TFATWS

Consort [2.3k] Namor x female!Reader, smut, post Wakanda Forever Companion [3.3k] Namor x female!Reader, smut, part two of Consort

The Ashes In My Wake [1.2k] dark!Daredevil x female!Reader, non-con smut

These Hands Had To [1k] Alpha!Joaquin Torres x female!Omega!Reader, omegaverse, fluff to smut, post!TFATWS

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have [2k] dark!Wanda + Bucky x gn!Reader, non-con/dub-con smut DARK FIC

Late Night Quickie Natasha Romanoff x Joaquin Torres | Gamer AU, SMUT

SEDITION - A DARK AVENGING DEATH EATERS AU (MCU/HP crossover)

Lexicon Post (Prologue, premise, context, character list)

Part One: Unrest - Steve, Bucky, Thanos, Natasha

OTHER SEBASTIAN STAN & CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS

ONE-SHOTS

Unholy Errand [4k] Lloyd Hansen x female!Reader, God the Bounty Hunter x female!Reader, Ransom Drysdale SMUT, dark, non-con, dub-con

I'm Your Man [3k] soft!dark Mafia!Andy Barber x f!reader SMUT, tw: dubcon

DRABBLES

The Color Crimson [500] Bucky Barnes x female!Reader x Ari Levinson | SMUT

IMAGINES & HEADCANONS

Exactly Like You [1k] Nick Fowler x Female!Reader | soft dark, reference to smut happening, Stockholm syndrome

HARRY FREAKING POTTER

NEXT GEN

Can’t Be Forgotten [4.5k] Lily Luna Potter x Tom Riddle, soft dark

#james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #the winter soldier #captain america #captain america fanfiction #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fic #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky smut #god the bounty hunter #lloyd hansen #god the bounty hunter fanfiction

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siriusblack-the-third · 1 year

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Boredom, Flustration and Love Confessions part 1

Hdjdjd my very first non- Percy Jackson fic djsgdkd i hope you like this little drabble

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

It starts like this:

Sirius is bored.

A bored Sirius, James knows, is never a good thing, because the boy will whine in James' ear and poke him in the ribs or bite his shoulder or tug on the fringe on the back of his head that's a bit longer than the rest of his hair (he had a munj ceremony when he was eight and he still keeps the evidence at sixteen) till James is sighing and giving in to Sirius' demands of chaos.

And honestly, James is way too fond of Sirius to be even remotely annoyed by his antics. Also doesn't hurt that he thrives off of chaos just as much as the other boy does.

However, there are times when Sirius doesn't bother to wheedle James into causing mischief, and simply goes off to do it on his own. On those days, he is dead set on giving James a heart attack.

Days like today.

It's a beautiful Saturday, really— the sky isn't too blue but it isn't cloudy either, and the breeze is just this side of cold. Perfect for Quidditch. James is sitting in his favourite seat in the Gryffindor common room, where he is far enough away from the fire that his skin isn't burning and he can stare at the Quidditch pitch through the open window. He and Remus are getting their homework over with between the exchange of sarcastic barbs, prank ideas and wicked smiles. Peter is off at detention and Sirius... come to think of it, where is Sirius?

The Fat Lady's portrait opens, but James doesn't look; he turns to Remus with the question of Sirius on the tip of his tongue, but is cut off by the werewolf lifting his head up and catching sight of someone.

"Oi, Pads," Remus hollers, "fuck've ya been?"

James whips his head up and grins widely at his best mate, who is sauntering up to them with a lazy smirk and an effortless elegance to his long limbs that James never figured out how to imitate. His grey eyes harbour that perpetual devilish gleam that is unique to Sirius, and James' gaze catches on the few stray waves of pitch black hair that are slipping out of his bun. Sirius walks close enough to get a ray of sunshine across his face, and silver glitters at his ears.

See, here's the thing: Sirius has piercings. A fuckton of piercings, ranging from the generic lobe piercings to the playful helix to the risque belly button to the roguish eyebrow to a downright sinful industrial. In total, he has nine piercings, compared to James' simple lobe piercings that his parents got done when he was a baby. Sirius also has a huge collection of earrings and ear cuffs, and he is never seen without at least four accessories in. Today, he's wearing all of them.

James resolutely keeps his eyes away from that attention-grabbing jewellery.

"Cheers, Padfoot," he chirps, and Sirius chuckles as he plops down next to him, lifting a hand to ruffle James' hair. The younger boy squawks and swats at his hand, making Sirius and Remus snicker.

"Alright Moons, Jamie?" he nods at the both of them, leaning back and spreading his legs so that his left one is thrown across James lap. The black ripped denim jeans stretch obscenely across his thick thighs, but James keeps his smile on his face.

"Just the Arithmancy essay," he answers, but keeps his quill down and drops his head onto Sirius' shoulders. "The one about the compression of space-time in Apparition. Where have you been?"

"Oh y'know," Sirius shrugs, and James shifts back to follow the line of his broad, leather-clad shoulders before he catches himself and looks away, heat crawling up his cheeks. "Getting a piercing."

Oh, no.

James notices Remus perk up out of the corner of his eye (the lad has his own impressive collection of piercings) but he is more invested in scanning Sirius' ears for the new addition. A second later, he frowns; all the piercings are old ones.

"Where is it?" he asks, curious. (The poor boy forgets– curiosity killed the cat.)

Sirius' grey eyes flicker with mischief, and James is given barely a second to register the foreboding feeling that suddenly fills his guts before his best friend is sticking out his tongue, a sly tilt to his lips. A flash of silver hits James' eyes.

"Holy shit!" Remus crows, and Sirius laughs, but James' mouth has gone dry. He stares at that tongue, at the sneak peeks of the metal ball he gets when Sirius starts a rapid-fire conversation with Remus, gaze drawn to the full, pale pink lips as they curl around words that James cannot be bothered to listen to.

Oh, fuck.

A tongue piercing.

Sirius has a tongue piercing.

Fuck.

#the marauders #james potter #harry potter marauders era #harry potter marauders #marauders era #prongsfoot #james x sirius #sirius black #marauders fic #ficlet #marauders drabble #remus lupin #sirius black has a fuckton of piercings #and james can't handle it #prongsfoot fic #sirius x james #indian james potter #desi james potter #amrut writes

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sunnydaleherald · 2 months

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, April 6th, Part One

EVE: Why would we do anything to Fred? Why would we even care about her—? LORNE (punches Eve in the face, knocking her down) Ooh. Oh, I'm sorry. That was a knuckle-buster. I'm Jake LaMotta over here. It's pathetic. Oh. (leans in close to Eve) Here's the thing, Eve: you're going to sing for me, and I'm going to read you right now. And here's one more thing: Winifred Burkle once told me after a sinful amount of Chinese food, and in lieu of absolutely nothing, "I think a lot of people would choose to be green. Your shade, if they had the choice." If I hear one note—one quarter-note—that tells me you had any involvement, these two won't even have time to kill you. (stands) Oh, and anything by Diana Warren will also result in your death—well, except "Rhythm of the Night."

~~A Hole in the World~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Weekly Drabbles #107 — Her Favorite by veronyxk84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Oh God, Oh God, Oh God by NotASlayer (Spike/Joyce, T)

Oceans Apart by Pinkperson (Angel & Connor, T)

Candle Light by for_the_girls (Buffy/Spike, E)

When you read this by TPauSilver (Signe_chan) (Xander/Anya, T)

A little weirdness by TPauSilver (Signe_chan) (Buffy/Spike, T)

Choices by TPauSilver (Signe_chan) (Buffy/Spike, T)

Dreams of bloody awful poetry by TPauSilver (Signe_chan) (Buffy/Spike, T)

Facing Hell by TPauSilver (Signe_chan) (Buffy/Spike, E)

Electric Blanket by TPauSilver (Signe_chan) (Buffy/Willow, G)

Not Perfect by TPauSilver (Signe_chan) (Spike/Oz, E)

Bleach by firemanwhenthefloodsrollback (Buffy/Spike, T)

Kiss It Better by Maxine Eden (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Dear Journal by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Caught on Camera by Gabby (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Raven, Chapter 10 by sparrow2000 (Xander & Spike, G)

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shadowed Suspicion, Chapter 419 by madimpossibledreamer (Ensemble, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure crossover, T)

The Sun Also Rises, Chapter 114 by Grundy (Buffy, Dawn, Tolkien crossover, T)

When Ethan Rayne made Rambo, Chapter 9 by USKiwi (Xander, not rated)

Lest This Bond Be Broken, Chapter 7 by Dynapink (Buffy/Giles, M)

Dawn Rising, Chapter 54 by Luna_delCielo (BtVS and AtS Ensemble, Tolkien crossover, T)

Wish Granted, Chapter 2 (complete!) by faewm (Anyanka, Harry Potter crossover, T)

Raven, Chapter 10 by sparrow2000 (Xander & Spike, G)

49 Cemeteries, Chapter 20 by firemanwhenthefloodsrollback (Buffy/Spike, T)

When Lust Wanders, Chapter 7 by BiggiePanda (CalliopeStar) (Buffy/Spike, E)

Greatest Love Story Postlude, Chapter 12 by FalseGinger (Angel/Spike, M)

Ever After After The Fall, Chapter 7 by aboutafox (Buffy/Angel, M)

The Stars to Hold Our Destiny, Chapter 8 by Hermione2be (Buffy, Star Trek Strange New Worlds crossover, G)

Slayer No More, Chapter 15 by jsaint34 (Buffy/Pike, M)

Welcome to Waverly Hills, Chapter 4 by rocknrolljuke (Buffy Ensemble, Supernatural and Blade crossover, T)

Recommencer, Chapter 5 by FridayQueen (Buffy/Faith, M)

Royal Flush, Chapter 4 by Xyex (Buffy, Wishverse!Buffy, M)

The Evil that Men Do: Chapter 7 by VladimirHarkonnen (TheLightdancer) (Willow/Tara, Willow/Kennedy, E)

Weight of the World, Chapter 5 (complete!) by Enigmatist (Buffy/Spike, not rated)

Fake I.D., Chapter 3 by vampbrat (Angel/Spike, Peep Show crossover, E)

Buffy the Cotta-Arcs House-Pet, Chapter 1 by kingnothing1996 (Buffy, RWBY crossover, E)

The Boring Stuff: Reptile Boy, Chapter 1 by missfiggy (Buffy/Angel, M)

In the Company of Witches and Slayers: Chapter 1 by VladimirHarkonnen (TheLightdancer) (Willow/Tara, E)

Encased by Sunshine, Chapter 34 by acb6293 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Early One Morning, Chapter 30 by all choseny (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Truth and Consequences, Chapter 11 by JamesMFan (Buffy/Spike, R)

Lie to Me, Chapter 22 by In Mortal (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Wilderness Retreat OR Super Mega Happy Kill-A-Rama! Chapter 2 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Celebrating You, Chapter 4 by DeamonQueen (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Out For A Walk... Bitch, Chapter 13 by MaggieLaFey (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

It's Easy Time, Until It's Not, Chapter 23 by hulettwyo (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Love Lives Here, Chapter 46 by Passion4Spike (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Coming Through, Chapter 54 by hulettwyo (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Anarchy Tour, Chapter 7 by Alyot (Buffy/Spike, R)

Lie to Me, Chapters 21-22 by In Mortal (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Service Unit, Chapter 9 by hulettwyo (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Glimpses of the Cellar Dwellers, Chapter 32 (complete!) by Maldorana (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Mischief Munchkin, Chapters 2-4 by MaggieLaFey (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Quality Time, Chapters 26-31 by MaggieLaFey (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

What the Drabble? Vol. 2, Chapter 7 by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

A Little Poet in Her Monster, Chapter 12 by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, R)

Anything But Ordinary, Chapters 4-5 by Harlow Turner (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Cradle of Love, Chapter 1 by Lilacsandorangeblossoms (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

I Do! Chapter 25 by Dusty (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: iconic outfits for the first day of college by Madeleine Loves Colours (Wilow & Buffy, worksafe)

Artwork: “Out. For. A. Walk….Bitch” by nerdfromthenet (Spike, worksafe)

Artwork: #SixFanarts Buffy Edition! by nerdfromthenet (Faith, Buffy, Willow, Spike, Jenny, Giles, worksafe)

Gifset: The Hero's Journey by saw-x (Buffy, worksafe)

Artwork: Buffyverse Women as Greek Goddesses by williamprattz (worksafe)

Artwork: The Four Horsemen Of Apocalypse— as the fanged four by williamprattz (worksafe)

Manip: Oldie but goodie photomanip by dirtyaimfanstuff-blog (Buffy in lingerie, possibly not worksafe)

Artwork:🔺ATS 217. Disharmony🔺 by tmcarlee (worksafe)

Playlist: tara & willow spotify playlist 👌 by sophie_4187

Fanvid: Gravity Falls meet Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Memoriea8bit

Fanvid: Buffy and Spike + Angel | Karma by Justinhulk

Fanvid: Buffy Summers R.I.P To My Youth by uyyeedits

Fanvid: Buffy + Angel - I love me more by Faith Victoria (anti-Bangel)

Fanvid: Welcome to the Black Parade- Buffyverse, TVDU, and Lucifer by Bobblehead89

Fanvid: Buffy Summers | teenage dream (Olivia’s version) by Dasiesandsilverbells

Artwork process video: Kristy Swanson Buffy the Vampire Slayer iPad Procreate Drawing Timelapse & Talk by kcsnipes (worksafe)

Artwork process video: Tara Maclay death scene by Nimbus (worksafe)

Video: Character Alchemy - Buffy Edition! by Chromatic Roses

[Reviews & Recaps]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: I Robot, You Jane, S01E08 by ravenya003

The Writing in Buffy The Vampire Slayer is incredible by Cailly_Brard7

Video: Angel, Season One, Episode Fourteen: I've Got You Under My Skin by Slayed! The Buffyverse Revisited Podcast

Video: Season 6 Of Buffy Was Way Too Depressing - Buffy The Vampire Slayer Discussion by CrasHNburN

Video: Why Didn't buffy Kill Dracula? Buffy The Vampire Slayer Episode Discussion by CrasHNburN

Video: The First Comic Book I Ever Read | Buffy Season 8 by Another Booktube Channel

Video: Why Buffy Season 4 is the Coziest Season by Pensive Whiskers

Video: Buffy Season 5 Deep Dive Part 2 by Revisiting The Buffyverse

Video: Wrecked-Slayer Sunday by Jane Talks Buffy

Podcast: Same Time Same Place S7 E3 (Buffy and the Art of Story Podcast) by Lisa M. Lilly

[Recs]

Fanfic Recommendations: London, 2153 by will_ (Spike & Dawn) recced by Priceless

#buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #angel the series #ats

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Inu-Mothership Spotlight Saturday: November 12, 2022: Jinenji!

Hello everyone! We at @inu-mothership are especially pleased to bring you this week's Spotlight Saturday fic rec list. This week our members voted, and chose Jinenji!

Jinenji has a special place in many of our hearts as the kind-hearted herbalist who Inuyasha and Kagome befriend early on in the series. He's often portrayed as their friend, but Jinenji gets his share of romantic stories, too!

As always with our character rec lists, we've organized it into two groups, both listed below the cut. First is the section dedicated to Jinenji-specific ship stories (if there's another ship featured prominently, we've included that, too). Then, we present the section dedicated to Gen fics/fics where Jinenji is featured prominently, but not as part of a major ship. We had fun with this one, and hope you find some new stories to enjoy!

Jinenji Romantic Ship Stories

Jinenji/Kagome

Good Morning, Jinenji (T; complete) by fringeperson (Ao3)

He might not have been the most attractive, physically, but to the right person, that didn't matter.

Half-Demon of Notre Dame (also InuKag; T; complete) by amaayasha (Ao3)

One soldier is called back home from the wars. Two Romani dance in the streets for coins. One judge is obsessed with finding the Court of Miracles and having a Romani all to himself. One half-demon just wants to go outside of the cathedral. What do they all have in common? Based on the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Written for Inuvember 2k15

Jinenji/Original Character(s)

Jinenji’s Promised Love (K; complete) by AmeliaBlake (FFN)

I realised no one has really mentioned Jinenji, I thought it would be nice to give him someone to love, a sort of beauty and the beast romance. With the recent death of his mother, Jinenji finds himself alone in the world, but his mother made him a promise, would she keep it? is this strangely beautiful girl be the very thing?

Where the Plum Blossoms Fall (M; ongoing) by @smmahamazing

A story in which Jinenji finally gets his own happy ending.

Jinenji/Rin

Selections from Diamonds in Your Eyes (M; complete) by thetroll (Ao3)/ @moon-ion

A series of Drabble one shots either unrelated or loosely related revolving around couples from the InuYasha series, written as a thank you to celebrate hitting 200 IY fics and for all the love and support I've received along the way!

Chapter 12: RinJin - Library - Rose Quartz

Chapter 48: RinJin - Bathtub - Pearl

Drunk on You (also SessKag; E; complete) by JaceaSilas (Ao3)

In another world, another life, Kagome is the owner of a speakeasy and Sesshomaru is her supplier. Both have had their eye on one another for quite some time, but the time has come for something more.

Selections from Kiss & Tell (M; ongoing) by @sereia1313

"There's a moment between a glance, and a kiss, where the world stops for the briefest of times."

Chapter 8: JinRin, Clerk, Ice Blue

Chapter 21: JinRin, Nurse, Forest Green

Chapter 36: JinRin, Botanist, Yellow

To Smash the Walls (also SessKag; T; complete) by thetroll (Ao3)/ @moon-ion

Kagome and Sesshomaru. Both oblivious, both determined to avoid discussing their true feelings.

Well, not if Rin can help it. Rin enlists the help of her husband, Jinenji, and InuYasha in a Very Big Plot to ensure two of the people she loves most finally accept their feelings and Do Something.

Jinenji Platonic/Character Ship Stories

Eight Scars: Chapter 5: Scar 5 (InuKag; E; complete) by @fawn-eyed-girl

Inuyasha takes Kagome to see Jinenji, who is concerned about Kagome's injury. Inuyasha feels remorse; Kagome wonders if she can truly fit into the Feudal Era.

Guilty as Sin (SessKag; E; complete) by @sereia1313

Sesshoumaru observes the behaviour of members of the miko's pack, counting off each of the seven deadly sins as he seeks to better understand her.

How Does Your Garden Grow? (InuKag; Kagome & Jinenji; M; ongoing) by @dawnrider

An Ingary-esque AU: Kagome, the newest generation of caretakers of the Higurashi House, finally starts to feel like her garden and business is thriving with the help of her friend Jinenji. Their routine is thrown off by the arrival of an injured visitor who does not want to be found…

Jin: A Story of Jinenji (K; complete) by XxMusicxKelseyxX (FFN)

If all half demons have a human period, then wouldn't Jinenji. Enter the world of Jinenji during his quarterly human nights and the secret double life he lives.

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire (InuKag; M; complete) by @mamabearcat

Inuyasha thought he had an okay life. He was a member of the Nakano Youkai Rescue Crew, a highly regarded part of the local fire force. He had friends, and he lived in an apartment block where nobody hated him. That was all anyone could expect from life, right?

Enter one Higurashi Kagome, his new neighbour. As soon as he met her, his whole concept of his place in the world went topsy turvey. And he wasn't quite sure what to do about it. Because surely a hanyou like him couldn't possibly be deserving of a true mate? But apparently her heart and his soul had their own ideas.

Night Watch (T; ongoing) by @superpixie42

Inuyasha always assumed all hanyou were like him: one human parent, one demon parent, new moon transformation, life of suffering. But during the three years the well is closed, he learns more about his fellow hanyou than he ever expected.

Seeds to Sprouts (Kagome & Jinenji; T; complete) by @lazy8blog

Jinenji, and the people who have had the biggest impact on his life.

The Sins & Virtues of the Sengoku Jidai: Chapter 4: Greed & Generosity: Villagers & Jinenji (T; complete) by @neutronstarchild

In Sengoku Jidai, everyone can be defined by the choices they make. Sometimes those choices lead them to sin, and sometimes to virtue. Here are seven vignettes, where characters’ relationships are defined by their paths. A sin for a virtue, a virtue for a sin.

#inu mothership spotlight saturday #nov 12 2022 #jinenji #fic rec lists #fic recs #jinenji fic rec lists #inuyasha fanfiction

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