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De Selby Part 1

Jason Todd

1/10 - Unreal Unearth Event

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✧.* word count: 3.7k ✧.* genre: angst with happy ending ✧.* warnings: a lot of confusing conflicting back story with the reader and jason oh and mention of gore

"At last, when the world is asleep // You take in the blackness of air // The likes of a darkness so deep // That God at the start couldn't bear"

When Jason was younger, a ghost would follow him around. Not in the literal sense, more of the metaphorical sense. You'd come to him in his darkest times, but when he knew you needed him most, you disappeared, like a ghost

(Ps I’m talking out of my ass when it comes to the Reader stealing shit. I have no idea if any of this works, I don’t want to research how to steal a headlight) Also song breakdown at the end of the fic

“Jason?” the thief stopped their incessant wriggling to get out from his hold, instead they froze looking up at the helmeted vigilante above them. 

“What?” Jason froze, his brows furrowing in a deep set of confusion at the sound of his name from a stranger. 

Until the thief reaches to take off their black mask from their face, showing Jason just who he caught trying to steal a Monet from Gotham’s Art Museum. 

“Ghost,” he whispered. 

~

“God I never would’ve thought you’d end up a crime-fighting badass, thought you’d just steal tires for the rest of your life.” 

“I never thought you’d end up giving Catwoman a run for her money, I assumed you’d just be a petty thief your entire life.” 

Jason took off his helmet and the domino mask, setting it down on the table in front of him. There was no need to hide his identity anymore. Not when you already knew from the moment you heard his modulated voice from underneath the mask. 

You chuckled at his response, making your way into his hideout whenever he’s in Gotham. It makes sense that he wouldn’t take you to his apartment, if he even got one in Gotham, after all, you were still a criminal. Who knows what you were planning on doing? 

Nothing except watching your childhood friend make tea, that’s for sure. 

“Two-”

“Very full teaspoons of sugar,” Jason cut you off before you could finish your sentence. Turning towards you with two mugs in his hands, a sly smirk on his face, “Don’t think I’d forget how you’re on the road for early diabetes.”

He offered you the mug after you sat on one of the very few seats he had in the hideout. You whispered a thank you before he took his own seat in front of you. The cup of tea warmed your cold hands. Whether Gotham was getting colder over the years or you were getting weaker either way, it wouldn’t work out in your favour. 

Your eyes idly looked to your side as you lightly blew the top of your tea to cool it down faster. Autumn had just started, which meant winter was coming, and with winter comes the hardest months in the entire year for you. 

Though you didn’t want to think about that now, not when someone you thought was long gone was now seated in front of you, and the hot tea you were looking down on now seemed extremely delectable. Slowly you brought the cup up to your lips, feeling the hot liquid coat your tongue and throat, slightly burning the back of it, though you couldn’t care less. 

To be quite frank, you didn’t remember the last time you had fresh and hot tea. 

When you finished your small sip, you pulled it down and let the taste linger in your mouth. Sighing and closing your eyes. 

“That’s the shit right there,” you murmured, feeling your chest already warmed up from a single sip. 

Jason watched, eyes focused and trained. He’s looking at you as if he’s looking at a ghost. In a way, he guessed he was kind of looking at a ghost. A ghost of his past. 

“Staring problem, Todd?” You quipped, looking up through your eyelashes at him. 

Jason shook his head, all these years and yet he’s still speechless whenever you spoke. 

“Is this the part where you cuff me and bring me to the station after threatening me not to tell anyone your secret identity?” 

“What? No.” He didn’t know why he answered as quickly as he did, nor as nervous as he did. But it seemed to make you laugh, so he didn’t dwell too long on it. 

“Don’t worry, you don’t need to threaten me, I promise I would never.” 

Had any other crook or criminal told him that after knowing his secret identity, Jason wouldn’t believe them. Though for some reason, hearing it with your voice, he knows it to be true. 

He doesn’t know what to say and it seems you were done with talking too. Choosing to instead put all your focus on the cup of tea in your hands. So the two of you were quiet for a little while. 

Jason took a few sips from his mug but found it difficult to feel relaxed even with his favourite tea. Every now and again he’d sneak glances towards you, how much you’ve changed and how much you haven’t. 

You were taller, stronger, smarter, sharper. And if your previous crimes were anything to note, though he didn’t know it was you at the time, you were getting sneakier. Quieter in your steps. You looked more tired than he remembered too. 

But, you still had that faraway look in your eyes, that almost-ghostly glaze which coats your gaze. He could still see the storm brewing in your mind from your eyes. The amount of thoughts that haunted your every waking moment. 

Above all else, you still had that large scar on the palm of your hands. 

He didn’t realise he’d been staring at it for long until you shifted in your seat. Moving your hands so that you’d cup the mug tighter in your hands, effectively covering every inch of your palm from his wandering gaze. 

Jason found himself at the spot to say something, anything at all. 

“I tried looking for you.” Were the only words he could think of to say. 

Your eyes immediately darted to him, a sense of shock encompassing your body for a solid second. Before you relaxed, you dropped your shoulders in a weak attempt to pretend his words didn’t affect you. 

“I know.” 

“I couldn’t find you.” 

“I know.” You repeated

“Why couldn’t I find you?” He croaked, almost desperate for answers. 

~

“You’ll never get all of them off if you don’t go faster.” 

A young Jason Todd, scraggly and dirty from the muck of the streets snapped his head towards the voice. There, from the dark of the alleyway, out came another equally dirty and messy kid. 

“I thought you were a ghost.” he stated before going back to work trying to take off the parked car’s headlights before the owners could come back. 

“You’re lucky I’m not,” you smugly answered him with a grin on your face before taking the small screwdriver from his hands and pushing him aside, “Because no ghost would be able to teach you how to do it quicker.” 

Jason scoffed at your smug behaviour, though that irritation was quickly wiped off his face when you managed to take off the headlight he’d been tinkering with for the past 10 minutes or so, shy of just a few minutes. 

When you looked back at him, holding the headlight in one hand and the screwdriver in the other he rolled his eyes. He can’t believe he was bested by the smugest kid in all of Gotham's slums. But you threw the headlight in his direction, surprising him and causing him to almost drop and smash the entire thing, rendering it useless in the spare parts market. All before you turned towards the other one. 

“The trick is to find a weak point in the glass before you start trying to wedge your screwdriver in there.” You explained eyes focusing on the headlight in front of you, “When you find it, it’s best to work fast and strong. So that the metal doesn’t have time to adjust to the new weight.” 

When you were eventually able to wedge the second headlight out, just like the first one, you gave it over towards him. 

“Is this some kind of trick to get me to owe you? Cause I don’t owe you jack shit!” Jason, the smart-ass kid he was, spat out after he placed down the two headlights you were able to get out for him. 

This response caused you to laugh. 

“Hey, we’re all just trying to survive out here, right? Nothing wrong with helping out every once in a while. You don’t owe me anything, I promise.” You explained before handing him his screwdriver and making your way back from where you came from to leave him to steal the other two back headlights. 

“Who are you anyways?” He mumbled rolling his eyes. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know, pretty boy?” Was your last statement before Jason saw you disappearing into the shadows. 

He scoffed and went back to work, thinking how ridiculous you were acting. As if you were some kind of Batman reject. 

~

“I didn’t want to be found.” You answered after gritting your teeth. 

Years of hatred and anger bubbled up in that moment. As he slammed the mug down on the table in front of him he stood, towering over you.

“Why not?! I looked for you for years out there! You know the amount of guilt I had after realising I left you out there alone?!” 

Jason could tell he was slowly irritating you with the way you refused to look up at him and instead turned your attention back towards the window, watching the dark of Gotham. 

“That’s your own psycho problem, not mine. I told you, you didn’t owe me jack shit. I didn’t want your charity, I taught you all of those things from the goodness of my own fucking heart.” You abruptly stood at the last part of your statement as if standing would prove your point that you were stronger than he thought. 

That just because he was adopted by the richest guy in all of Gotham and somehow is now a crime-fighting, gun-swinging, vigilante-hero thing, he wasn’t better than you. He wasn’t stronger than you. At least, that’s what he knows you just want him to think. 

“Don’t play fucking dumb, you know I don’t mean that.” 

~

Ghost as he affectionately nicknamed you, as you kept popping up from the darkness somehow any time he needed help and then leaving when your job was done, visited him more often than not. 

The two of you even worked together to pull off a large steal from a random guy’s car, basically almost dismantling the entire engine to take out all the things both of you could resell. 

He didn’t really want to admit it, but Jason thought he finally found himself a friend. Even if he didn’t know your name. Not due to a lack of trying though, he’s tried, repeatedly, to ask for your name. Even going so far as following you when you think no one’s there, to see if you knew other people who would give him a clue of your name. 

All for naught. 

So, he settled with just calling you Ghost. 

He’s done his fair share of rebellion and troublemaking in both daylight and nightfall, yet he’s only ever seen you when the sun is long gone. As if by daylight you disappeared from the face of the Earth. 

He didn’t mind, at least, not when he could see you and talk to you almost every other night. 

“How’d you know I needed help that time, by the way?” He once asked after you finished eating the last of your taffy that he helped pickpocket from a guy that just left a candy store. 

You grinned a wide, sugar-stained grin. “I was observing you.” You threw your head back in laughter when Jason’s brows furrowed in shock. “I go there almost every week to see if some dumbass is stupid enough to park their car there. I thought you were pretty cute when I saw you already there and then you annoyed me by taking so long with ONE headlight!” 

The insult at the end of your statement completely masked your confession at the beginning of it. This caused Jason to react to the second part of your statement, not the first. 

“Hey! I do it faster than you now!” He pushed your side, causing you to stumble on the crate you were standing on. 

“Ungrateful brat!” You yelled out before lunging towards him, tackling him to the ground as the two of you pretended to fight one another. 

Something weirdly common between the two of you now. Jason thought it felt great, he knew he was still a kid, despite all the things he’s done and will continue to do in the slums of Gotham. So being able to do normal kid things felt weirdly cathartic to him. 

But when he started laughing louder than he usually let himself, you pulled away. Standing up and offering him a hand to help him up too. 

“But yeah, that’s it I guess,” you shrugged before turning your back towards him. 

A sure sign he understood now as your way of leaving. Before you could disappear into the darkness like you always did, he did something he never did before. He called out to you. 

“You think you could come in a more regular interval? I’m getting tired of thinking I’m about to be scared by a ghost, Ghost.” 

You froze in your steps and Jason was afraid he’d said something wrong. 

But then a humourless chuckle escaped you. 

“Yeah, sure, who knows?” You muttered uncommittedly. 

The next few days you didn’t show up, which caused Jason to slightly grow worried about you. However, he did try to push it away as his mother was getting increasingly aggressive and the time he saw her not passed out or drugged out of her mind, decreased. 

It wasn’t like he saw you all the time anyway, and there were times when the two of you wouldn’t see each other for a full week before you showed up again. 

But you always showed up, and you always somehow managed to find him. 

Days stretched into weeks, and weeks stretched into a few months. Then his mother died. Overdosed on her pills and Jason had reached his tipping point. 

The next thing he remembered was accidentally getting in trouble with the wrong group of people, he doesn’t even really remember how he got there. His memory buzzed over from the mixed emotions circling through his mind. What he does remember is what happened. 

A group of older teenagers pushed him to the ground. There were three of them, had it just been one person he could’ve taken them on, it wasn’t the first scuffle he’s had to deal with. But there were three of them and after landing punch after punch on a few of them, they quickly gained the upper hand. 

He remembered struggling against their hold as two of them held him down and the other pulled out a knife from his pocket. Jason remembered screaming, he didn’t want to die, not now. 

Then through the haze of adrenaline and fear all became blurry. He remembered seeing you come down from the darkness like a ghost, pushing the guy with the knife away to the ground. The force and surprise caught him off guard, enough to have him hit the ground hard enough that he must’ve gained a concussion. 

The shock of it all caused the other two holding him down to loosen their hold, he remembered taking advantage of this and pulling away. Decking the two of them straight in the face. Clearly not enough to knock them down though, he wasn’t quite as big as them yet. 

“What the fuck are you standing there for?!” Your voice cut him from his frozen position, “Run!” You yelled at him, turning around to face him, your back facing the unconscious guy with the knife. 

Jason’s eyes widened when he saw the guy start standing up, his knife glinting in the scarce street lights that reached the alleyway all of you were in. 

“Look out!” He yelled out desperately, hopeful that you’d be able to dodge or do something. 

When you turned it was too late, the most you could do was shield your face with the palms of your hands, instinct more than anything. The knife ripped across the skin of both the palms of your hands, forming a large laceration across your hands. 

You screamed as you turned to Jason once more. 

“RUN!” He doesn’t know why he listened to you. 

Perhaps it was fear but had he not turned his heel and ran away maybe he wouldn’t have been filled with so much guilt as he did when Bruce Wayne adopted him. 

Jason remembered hearing the sound of a policeman coming to the alleyway after he had run away. Effectively saving your life and chasing the punks away. But that was the last time he ever saw you. 

Like a ghost, you disappeared. 

~

“Don’t act like a child, that was years ago.” You gritted your teeth at him, clenching your fists, feeling the grooves of the scars in the palms of your hands. 

Seeing as Jason wasn’t responding anymore, you started making your way towards the door to leave him. Yet before you could even take more than a step, Jason grasped your arm.

“I thought you were dead. I thought I left you for dead that night.” Jason spoke through gritted teeth, his hold tight and sure. 

“Well, you didn’t, I was fine.” You tried brushing it off again but Jason wouldn’t relent. 

“Why won’t you just let me help you?!” 

“Because-” You roughly pulled your hand from his grasp taking steps back in the process to look at him in the eyes. “I realised something the last time we saw each other before I saved your life.” You pointed an accusatory finger at him. 

“You, Jason fucking Todd, looked at me like I hung the stars. Like I was the sun and moon. Like I was your saviour. Guess what?!” You exasperatedly explained, “I’m no one’s fucking saviour and the fact that you looked at me like that scared me. You deserve better than me Jason, better than a petty thief!”

At this point, you were yelling, years of built-up anger and anticipation bubbled up in your throat and spilled out like word vomit. The two of you were so close to each other that you can’t help but realise just how much he’s changed over the years. 

“You know I saw when Batman came to you, saw how he took you to Wayne manor. I figured Batman was Bruce Wayne and after seeing in the news that the great Mr. Wayne had just adopted another kid from the streets, around the same time Batman had a new Robin. I knew that was you.” You shook your head. 

“I saw you once, whizzing above me, a big smile on your face with that large stupid yellow cape. That day I told myself I’m not going to drag you down with me any longer. You’re going to be better than me, you’re going to be better than anything in this fucking shithole of a place! And I wasn’t going to do shit that would hold you down. So, you’re asking why I didn’t want you to find me, there! That’s the reason, oh great Red Hood!” 

You didn’t know what fueled your anger, maybe it was the fact that he wasn’t getting it. That you were doing this for him. That you wanted to cut all his ties from his shitty past and let him make a new present for himself. A better one. But when he wouldn’t even say anything, your frustration boiled over. 

You roughly pushed his chest, “Say something god damnit! You were always such a talker, why are you being so quiet now huh?!” 

Before you could push him again or hit him or do something that would elicit a reaction, any kind of reaction. Jason quickly took ahold of both your hands by your wrist. 

“I died being Robin.” 

You scoffed hearing his first words after your whole tirade of a confession. 

“Yeah, I know, saw it in the news. Fucking bawled like a baby when I saw it. Why'd you think I was shocked when I saw you?” You refused to meet his gaze. 

“That’s not the point,” he tightened his hold on your wrist, instinctively causing you to look back at him. “Before I died I thought about a lot of things, but the last thing I remembered was how I wished I could see you just one last time before I disappeared.” 

In his eyes was a hurricane of emotion, ones you didn’t know how to feel about. 

“When I got resurrected, you were the first thing I thought about. I went insane, my mind was scattered, and every piece of me was like shattered glass. The first place I thought to go to after that was the alleyway where I last saw you. I thought you’d be there. I don’t know why I thought you’d be there, but I just-" he paused, furrowing his brows trying to find his words. 

"I just- you're right." He accepted, letting go of your hand. His head hanging lowly, defeated. You hated that look on him. "You're right, I saw you like you hung up the stars because you did. Back then you-"

You didn't know what possessed you at that moment. But before Jason could finish his ramble, your impatience pushed you to pull him down and slam your lips against his. 

It was awkward, a mish-mash of lips, teeth, and a flurry of emotions. But Jason leaned in. He even placed a hand on your back before you pulled away. 

"You talk too much." One of your hands crept up to his face. 

There were a lot of things unsaid between the two of you. A lot of messy emotions with no clear connection and end. Yet, the moment he looked into your eyes and you to his, it seemed like it didn't matter anymore. 

Then you said something. A single word. 

"What?" He whispered, leaning into your touch. 

"My name." You repeat what you said before, "That's my name."

Jason grinned. 

Maybe you're right, maybe he should leave everything from his past in the past. He'll leave the pathetic child he was behind, he'll leave the slums of Gotham behind, and he'll leave the petty ghost-like thief. 

Because right now, he doesn't know why, but he's sure you won't disappear anymore. 

In De Selby part 1, Hozier references the fictional philosopher De Selby from the book The Third Policeman by Flann O’Brien. De Selby had several theories, one that I want to explore in reference in this fic, the first being that he theorised nightfall is an accumulation of black air, existence, and consequently, death is a hallucination. There was one other I wanted to explore but just didn't have the time to write it all down cause it was getting quite long.

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— BLUEBIRD

REQUEST : “Would you be willing to write a Dean and Castiel 3some with female or nb reader? Kinda like a mix between sweet and rough with the guys. Thx in advance and I love your writing!!!” — @madzzz0797

PAIRING : castiel x nb!reader, dean winchester x nb!reader x castiel

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), female anatomy, friends w/benefits, threesome MFM, fluff, Dean in sweatpants, oral sex, vaginal fingering, harddom!cas, sub!reader, softdom!dean, edging, a bit of voyeurism, overstimulation, degradation and praise 🤭, cum eating, cum play 

WORD COUNT : 3.5k

A/N : title from a christina perri song. hi, this was fun to write and thank you so much, i also needed something to restart my motivation 🤭. i think since i wrote this in 2nd POV the reader can be considered non-binary? I hope that’s okay 🫶🏻 i think this is more of a castiel x reader fic bc I've been wanting to write a fic about my angel LOL XX

You had no idea how you ended up in this situation.

You, Dean, and Cas were in the ‘Dean Cave’ watching a horror movie. 

At some point, you pissed Cas off when he said something about the movie was unrealistic. He’d get easily irritated at these movies, frustrated by the uselessness of the characters, or by the overpowering of the villain. You told him to shut up and Dean snorted at you, but Cas glared at you. 

His eyes were narrowed in your direction for a while--for saying that to him and because your comment made Dean laugh at him. Because you jumped at the opportunity to take jabs at him for critiquing the movies both your and Dean loved. Dean never said anything, but you said too much.

It was at the end of the movie when Cas pulled you onto his lap, his lips were everywhere. They were on your neck, biting your shoulder and leaving red marks on your throat. He ripped open the flimsy, buttoned top you were wearing and opened it, his large hands smoothed up the front of your body. Your nipples hardened at the coldness of the air within the concrete walls of the room. Cas’ warm hands held and kneaded your breasts, and from beside you, Dean stared at you with hooded eyes--aroused and surprised. 

You reached back and buried your fingers in Cas’ dark hair, grasping soft strands of his hair between your fingers. You could feel how hard he was under you. Wearing only some plaid shorts, you felt yourself get wet instantly when you circled your hips to feel some friction between your thighs, spreading your legs to feel him better. 

He pinched your nipples murmuring degrading words into your ear and shoved his hand inside your shorts, no underwear to stand in his way. His cold fingers touched the warmth between your legs, making you gasp in surprise, and squirm in his lap. 

“You’re more irritating than Dean,” Cas whispered huskily against your skin. You almost laughed, but you bit down on your lip, and grinned mischievously instead.

Dean palmed his cock over the black sweatpants he was wearing, staring at you as you arched your back, pushing your chest into Cas’ hands. Cas dipped his fingers into your entrance, gathering the slippery liquid of your arousal on his fingertips. You whined softly, whispered his name, begging him to touch you. Your clit throbbed, aching for attention but Cas ignored it and your words, creating a ‘v’ with his fingers slipping through your folds, grazing the sides of your clit. 

You looked to the side at your best friend, his teeth snagged his lip as he watched you, and his cheeks were coloured with a deep red blush that flared up to his ears.  

“You like when Dean watches you as I touch you?” Cas asked, nipping at your earlobe. Dean's eyes snapped up to your face, away from your wriggling hips and arching chest, watching you nod your head in response to Cas’ question. 

Cas removed his hands from your body, to push you off his lap. Your shorts rested haphazardly on your hips and you turned curiously as Cas shrugged the trench coat off his shoulders and started to loosen the tie around his neck. Your eyes darkened and you almost forgot to breathe.

“Sit down.” You did as Cas told you while biting your tongue to stop your snarky reply, and sat down on the armchair he was just sitting in. You rubbed your thighs together, staring up as Castiel slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He was teasing you on purpose, staring into your eyes assertively as he took his sweet time getting to the last few buttons on his white shirt. 

He kept the shirt on, opened up so you could see his tan skin and the taut muscles on his stomach. He only unbuckled his belt and popped the first button, slowly pulling the zipper down before getting down on his knees before you. 

Cas looked up at you indifferently and hooked his fingers into your shorts, pulling them down slowly. He trailed his lips up your thighs and then moved up to chase after the waistband of your shorts as he pulled them lower, pressing open mouth kisses at the exposed skin. Cas’ tongue dipped in between your folds to teasingly press against your clit, causing you to moan and roll your hips upward into his mouth.

Dean moaned softly, too, from beside you, so you turned to watch him curiously. His hand was hidden beneath his sweats, moving along his cock beneath unknown layers, watching you. It made you hornier, wetter, your clit pulsed at the sight of him and then at Cas between your legs. 

He grabbed your knees when your shorts were off, discarding them on the cold floor. Cas spread your legs and lifted them up so they draped over the arms of the chair, but you were a panting mess before he even touched you. 

You whispered Dean’s name, urging him to come to you. With a whine, he slipped his hand out of his pants and almost excitedly made his way over beside you, leaning down he captured your lips in a heated kiss. You gasped into his mouth, and Cas decided to dive into your pussy at that moment, too.

He was merciless, sucking your clit and grasping your hips to keep you still. An iron grip preventing you from moving against his warm mouth, but Dean tongue fucked your mouth into silence, rolling one of your nipples between his rough fingers. 

You placed your hands on Cas’ head, threading your fingers through the dark strands of his short hair. You didn’t tug too hard, knowing Cas would take it as you trying to take control from him, and he’d deny you an orgasm. 

Out of breath, Dean pulled away from you and then lowered his sweatpants and boxers down his thighs. You licked your lips, trying not to close your eyes so you could watch Dean touch himself, his pretty cock leaking precum at the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight of him and you moved forward while your eyes fluttered close, hoping Dean would come closer and put his dick in your mouth. 

He bunched the Henley up his chest and guided his cock into your waiting mouth. He teased you first by tracing your lips with the tip, leaving you mouth covered in a thin layer of his arousal. A shaky little breath from between your lips made him shiver, but the feel of his warmth parting your mouth made you moan around him instantly.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Dean gasped, gripping the hair at the top of your head once his cock slipped between your lips. 

Meanwhile, Cas rested his arm over your thighs rather than holding you down with two hands. With one hand free, his long fingers played with the wetness and saliva he left behind on your folds, getting them lathered up before pushing them inside your leaking cunt. 

Dean guided your mouth in his cock and you opened your eyes to watch him. His head was thrown back and his mouth was open, little gasps and moans of pleasure slipping out of him as he pushed your head onto him. You forced yourself forward, taking him deeper. A loud grunt vibrated through his chest and he praised you, unlike Cas. 

“That’s right, baby, take my cock all the way. Fuck.”

You knew if you spoke your snide thoughts Cas would leave you without an orgasm with Dean’s heavy cock in your mouth. The pleasure felt too good, you refused to say anything that would prevent you from reaching the ultimate high. Cas’ tongue felt amazing massaging your clit and his fingers were shoved deep inside of you, the pads of his fingers finding multiple sensitive spots that you couldn’t find otherwise with your own hands. 

Eventually, Dean had shoved his cock so far down your throat your nose would press against his soft skin. Your eyes watered as you became out of breath, gagging occasionally around him, but he seemed to enjoy it more. Your throat made a completely obscene sound and Dean sometimes pulled you off his dick to let you breath, edging himself. 

You opened your eyes to gaze at Dean. He heaved above you, his fingers gripping his shirt in place and your hair tightly, almost painfully. Even Cas moaned softly against your pussy, sucking your clit, or grazing the sensitive nerve with his teeth. You moaned loudly when you blinked tears away, your thighs twitching at the thought of being used completely by your two hot, best friends. 

“Are you going to orgasm already?” Cas murmured mockingly against your clit. You whined around Dean, who then pulled out of your mouth so you could respond to Cas. You let out a breathy ‘yes’ and moved one of your hands up to your breast and away from Cas’ now-messy hair, tweaking and pinching your nipple. 

Dean guided his cock back into your mouth and just then Cas said, “don’t let Dean cum yet.” Dean groaned in irritation and slowed down the bob of your head on his cock, his thighs tense and his stomach tightened. 

“Fuck,” Dean whispered, “just cum, sweetheart.” Cas looked up at you and he nodded his head in approval, signalling for you to orgasm. Your body became stiff at first and Dean removed his cock from your mouth as you moaned loudly. Dean slid his hands down your body, his touch intensifying your pleasure and you let go completely. Cas sucked loudly at your pussy as you shook, gasping his name.

You squirmed, trying to push him away, but he smirked, and continued to suck your swollen, sensitive clit. You cried out and whined, writhing, trying to get away, but he kept you in place. Dean chuckled at the sight of you and lifted his pants. He leaned back down, this time, to slip your nipple into his mouth, he lapped at it lewdly, left it coated in his saliva and sucked on it while pinching the other one softly. 

You whined when Cas found a new rhythm on your clit, his fingers pumped into you roughly, wet and loud. His saliva and your cum coated his fingers, dripping down to his palm and you came again, unexpectedly but less intensely than the first time. Dean moved away from you and bit his lip to look at you as you orgasmed for the second time within minutes after the first. 

You tried to relax as Cas trailed his wet lips down the inside of your thighs, soothing your restless body. You shut your legs as soon as he moved out from between them. His mouth was wet still, his lips dark pink and swollen, his hair a tousled mess. He cleaned it up with his shirt, lifting his shoulder to his mouth in two swipes. He watched you squeeze your thighs and rub them together in the armchair he usually sits in. 

“We’re not done with your, yet,” Cas told you flatly. You stared up at him, not knowing how to respond, especially as he lowered his black slacks and his boxers low enough to release his cock. Dropping your gaze down to his cock, your oversensitive clit throbbed and your pussy clenched around nothing. “Get up,” he ordered, then bit his lip as he thumbed the head of his cock, spreading the precum that dripped from the slit. 

You scrambled up off the armchair on shaky legs, thankful that Cas caught you with his arms around your waist to kiss you passionately. He hummed softly, tasting Dean on your tongue, and you moaned against his mouth, kissing him hungrily despite tasting yourself. He shoved the unbuttoned sleep shirt from your form and once it was on the floor, your hands slid down the front of his body, feeling the smoothness of his body, then moved up to brush against his nipples. 

Dean eventually found his place behind you, his hands mimicked yours. He dropped kisses along your shoulders and your back, both of his skilful hands cupping your breasts, teasingly ghosting his thumbs over your nipples. 

You couldn’t decide whether to grind back against Dean or rub yourself up against Cas. But Cas chose for you, the three of you moved smoothly, Cas spun you around so he could sit down. He pulled away from your lips and you were trapped in a daze when he did, trying to focus on what was going to happen next. 

“You’re a whore,” Cas said suddenly. It made your cheeks flare up and Dean's lips froze on your shoulder blade. “You’re letting both your friends use you for pleasure,” he stated bluntly, even while staring up at you, he still had more power than you could ever possess when you had sex with each other. “You like that, don’t you? Switching that mouth of yours between Dean’s cock and then mine?” Your eyes darkened with lust and you didn’t even deny it. His words made you more aroused than you already were and Dean must have known because he grabbed your hair and tugged on it to roughly bite down on your neck. “Spreading your legs and letting either one of us fuck you until you have an orgasm so intense you pass out? Over and over.” Dean smirked against your skin and laughed through his nose, which made you feel hotter and wetter. “How many times have you come to me to make you orgasm? How many times did you go to Dean when I wasn’t there?”

You were breathing heavily by the end of his speech, your knees felt weak and you were already considering getting down on your knees to suck him off when Castiel opened his mouth again to demand, “get down on your knees. Taste me, let me fuck your dirty, whore mouth.” Cas stopped jerking himself off to hold a silent conversation with Dean, tipping his head towards where his coat was. 

He was much nicer to Dean which irritated you. When you curiously looked away from Cas to watch what Dean was doing, you did it to make Cas angry, to tease him the way he’d done to you. Dean rifled through the pockets until he pulled out Castiel’s wallet, searching through cards, cropped photos, and a dry flower to pull out a square foil. A condom. 

“Awesome,” Dean announced with a grin, which made you smile.

Cas diverted your attention away from Dean with a yank of your hair. You whined and narrowed your eyes at him. He didn’t care, he smirked at you and shimmied his hips downward and pulled your face forward until you were close enough to his cock that he could tap your lips with the soft head. 

Your mouth watered quickly and your knees ached from the concrete beneath you.

“Hey, let me put this under you. The floor’s gonna hurt your knees.” You glanced at Dean, keeping Cas’ dick close enough to your mouth that he could continue playing with you. Dean brought Cas’ coat over to you, rolled up nicely and you let him place it where your knees were. 

Cas didn’t let you thank Dean, instead guided your mouth to wrap around the tip of his leaking cock. He controlled what you did and you willingly let him do what he wanted to your mouth. You salivated around him, sucking softly, licking the slit to taste everything that he had. 

“Ready?” Dean asked you. Having stripped off his own clothes to use it for his own knees, before slipping on the condom and settling behind you. You moaned wantonly in response, but Dean chose to tease you first. He slid his cock between your folds, rubbing against your clit with a moan. You whined around Cas’ cock, impatiently wiggling your ass so Dean could take you, but Cas shoved your face down all the way down his dick, muffling any other whines and moans. 

“You told me to shut up,” he told you breathlessly, “I’ll teach you to shut up with my cock in your mouth.” You whimpered quietly, tears stinging your eyes from how unexpectedly Cas was holding you down on him. You ached for Dean to fill you up, aroused as you felt Cas’ dick move down your throat, only to pull you up and then back down again.

“So wet,” Dean moaned softly, then moved to give you what you wanted. He slowly and gently pushed into your wet hole, unlike Cas. Dean’s thumbs brushed against your hips and he moved forward until he was buried into you as deeply as he could go. “You feel so good,” Dean continued to praise you, deviating from the harsh way Cas pushed your head down his cock. 

Soon, both of your friends were fucking you earnestly at both ends. Dean rolled his hips slowly and deeply, constantly hitting that perfect spot inside your walls with each thrust. He gripped your hips tightly but his sweet words eased your mind and soothed your ego as you pleased them both and let them please you.

You couldn’t focus on them separately. You could feel them everywhere, all at once. Dean's hands roamed, from squeezing and pulling at your tits, to rubbing your clit. You felt worshipped, even though Cas was being rough with his hands and harsh with his words. You could feel Dean throb inside your pussy, the same way Cas’ cock throbbed in your mouth. 

Cas’ grip on your hair didn’t let up, edging between pleasure and pain. The thought of the three of you coming at the same time aroused you. Without Cas’ guidance you sucked and took him down your throat enthusiastically. Despite the harsh words that he grunted at you when Dean went quiet to moan and pant.

You took Cas’ words as praise because you must be making him feel so good all he could think of were filthy things to throw at you. With his cock throbbing in your mouth and Dean’s throbbing in your tightening pussy, you moaned a warning of your orgasm. Dean picked up the pace, his fingers focusing on your clit, and Cas relaxed completely beneath you.

Your muffled cry made Cas cum and in turn, the flutter of your pussy around Dean drove him over the edge. Just as you wanted, the three of you moaned, gasped, and groaned in pleasure. Cas pulled out of your mouth, giving you only half of his release and then came on your lips, part of your face, and your chest. As soon as Dean pulled out of you, Cas moved you up into his lap, holding your face gently as he gathered his cum and made you eat it. 

You licked his fingers, swallowed the come he gathered from your skin, and scooted forward to rub yourself on his cock. “Still not satisfied?” He teased you, letting you suck and lick his fingers as you’d done to his dick. 

Dean discarded the condom and laughed boisterously from where he stood. You let go of Cas’ thumb to raise a brow at Dean, offended. 

“You can’t laugh at me when you get laid way more than I do,” you complained, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I haven’t had that much sex these past few years. That thing with the Amazons was scary,” Dean admitted, with a shrug and a tight smile. “Also, I dunno if you noticed but the end of the world constantly, almost happening, is such a boner-killer. And I’m only surrounded by you guys. I don't really have time to go out and chase tail in between killing monsters and then saving everyone.”

“What about that girl you're calling and texting?” You asked, confusion taking your mind away from Cas’ roaming hands. 

“Not official at all... It’s too complicated.” Dean turned away and started to gather his clothes. You figured he was hoping to change or avoid the subject by ignoring the two of you, by leaving before you could keep prying. 

“Dean’s too afraid to make a move. Even his mom likes her, which is far more intimidating to Dean because he thinks he’s going to ruin it the way he thinks he always does. And if his mom sees what he sees in himself, it’ll feel much worse,” Cas explained to you brusquely. You looked at Cas with a frown.

“Thanks, man,” Dean replied sarcastically. 

“You’re welcome,” Cas responded. You couldn’t tell if Cas was being witty or serious when he said that, but you snickered anyway. 

“Okay, I’m gonna shower and sleep, ‘cause I’m.. old. Have fun!” Dean almost ran out of the Dean Cave but he backtracked and made his way back to you. He pressed a long and affectionate kiss to your forehead and grinned down at you playfully. You smiled and watched him leave, sexy and still naked with his clothes in his arms.

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I hope you had a lovely trip! Hopefully this doesnt seem too demanding, but do you have any jack horner headcanons you're willing to share? Romantic, perhaps even yandere/possessive? Or just general headcanons? If not thats perfectly okay!!!

d'aww thank you sweet anon, i had a great time!! although i am very sleepy now 😴 i'm not even gonna lie to you, i whiled away the train journeys by gazing out of the window and thinking up little meet-cute scenarios with Jack 😂😂

oh HELL yes!! don't you worry, that's not demanding in the slightest - i'd be happy to oblige 😉 honestly this has steered off more into backstory/total fanfic territory, but i hope you like it anyway. i’ve written this with a bit of a feminine-leading-nickname bias, but this is for all readers!! i’m nb myself 🥰 feel free to substitute certain names for others 🔥

'Big' Jack Horner x Reader romantic/yandere headcanons:

historically, Jack hasn’t had much interest in romantic dalliances. coming from an upper-class family with a great deal of wealth means he received plenty of offers even when he was young, from hopeful families wanting to marry into his lucrative business. however, Jack always found the suitors from these families dull and predictable; they knew exactly what to say and how to say it, and their compliance infuriated Jack to no end. 

as a result, throughout his teens and early twenties Jack mostly abstained from romantic connections. it was at this time that he began to increase in size: he shot up like a weed and bulked out enormously, which greatly increased interest from a variety of parties. this came alongside his succession to the head of his pie business, and the flourishing of his criminal empire. although Jack was propositioned left and right, he only engaged in the occasional date and/or lay, and considered them to be stress relief. 

as his obsession with collecting magical artefacts and increasing his power grew, Jack’s dim view of romance as nothing more than fairy tale junk - something he has come to abhor - solidifies into a type of confident nihilism. he believes that he is simply built different, and that truly powerful figures don’t concern themselves with such trivial matters. that is, of course, until he meets you. 

at first, Jack is horrified. first, he believes he has fallen ill; why is his heart beating so fast around you? why does he feel hot and sweaty and clammy all at once when you pop into his thoughts? this quickly descends into a type of paranoia: he is convinced that you must be some type of magical artisan, one who has cast a spell to drive him mad. we know Jack isn’t the patient type, so he confronts you, dragging you into his office and threatening you with the business end of the Huntsman’s Axe from the Little Red Riding Hood fairy tale.

rather than the reasonable reaction of terror and attempting to escape, you stammer and blush, almost hyperventilating at the proximity. he’s so much larger than you, and it takes everything you have not to melt into his arms. you manage to tell him that you find him impossibly charming, and just being around him makes you feel lighter. this takes a moment for Jack to process. he questions you repeatedly: “You find me attractive?” “Y-yes.” “You’d like to become an item? With me?” “Yes, sir.”

once he is certain that there is no trickery afoot, Jack is ecstatic with you. the full extent of his smarm and arrogance pour over in waves. Jack is not a man prone to embarrassment , and he makes no secret of your relationship whilst going about the daily business of running his criminal organisation and pie factory. he freely plays with your hair, rubs your shoulders and gives you kisses in full view of all his workers, much to your humiliation, but the way Jack looks at you with approval after every  teasing show of affection makes it all worth it. Jack’s staff even give you a  nickname: The Baker’s Wife. 

in no time at all, Jack becomes your fiercest protector. someone calls a rude comment to you in the street? they’re found the next day, strung up by their thumbs outside the village walls. a debt collector comes to harass you and your family? how interesting: they choke to death on a pie, overstuffed with plums. you soon find that members of The Baker’s Dozen are assigned to keep you safe: following you around his mansion and accompanying you outside without so much as a word. you try to question Jack about these events, knowing in your heart he is responsible, but the way he tells you, “No one hurts my princess,” makes your heart squeeze. indeed, day-to-day Jack treats you like royalty: only the finest garments, cuisine, and entertainment for the love of his life. 

however, in private, Jack lets his sadistic side shine. he is delighted by how easy you are to fluster: how a filthy whisper or a well-placed touch can make you tremble and squeak. he enjoys your size difference, playing with you as if you were a doll, and he chuckles darkly whenever you squirm. there’s nothing he loves more than pinning you against a wall with a blade, enacting the predator/prey dynamic he knows you enjoy so much. he leans in close and breathes into your ear, telling you how small and helpless you are, and how easy it would be to rip you apart. he relishes in making you beg to be touched, how much you crave his silver tongue and those awful, atrocity-stained hands. Jack tells you that you are his, forever, until the day you die: and that is something you love more than life itself. 

hope this is what you were looking for, anon 😉

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Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist

Smut 🔥

Fluff 🌸

Angst 💧

*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*

•Stranger things

-Billy Hargrove

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)

-Argyle

-Johnathan Byers

-Nancy Wheeler

-Jim Hopper

-Joyce Byers

-001/Henry

-Will Byers (No smut)

-Mike Wheeler (No smut)

-Max Mayfield (No smut)

Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸

-Dustin Henderson (No smut)

-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)

-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)

•Marvel

-Iron Man/Tony Stark

-Captian America/Steve Rogers

-Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

-Hawkeye/Clint Barton

-Hulk/Bruce Banner

-Thor

-Loki

-Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

-Black Panther/T'challa

-Doctor Strange/Steven Strange

-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

-Starlord/Peter Quill

-Gamora

-Spiderman/Peter Parker

-Falcon/Sam Wilson

-War Machine/James Rhodes

-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)

•X-Men

-Professor X/Charles Xavier

-Magneto/Erik Lensherr

-Wolverine/James Howlett

-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

-Rogue

-Jean Grey

-Storm/Ororo Munroe

-Cyclops/Scott Summers

-Mystique/Raven

-Beast/Henry "Hank" McCoy

-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

-Havok/Alexander Summers

•DC/Young Justice

-Batman/Bruce Wayne

-Superman/Clark Kent

-The Flash/Barry Allen

-Aquaman/Authur Curry

-Cyborg/Victor Stone

-Joker/Jack Oswald White

-Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel

-Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

-DeadShot/Floyd Lawton

-Kid Flash/Wally West

-Nightwing (Robin #1)/ Dick Grayson

-Red Hood (Robin #2)/ Jason Todd

-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake

-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan

-Superboy/Johnathan "Jon" Kent

-Artemis/Artemis Crock

-Red Arrow/Roy Harper

-Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

-Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-Miss Martian/Megan Morse

-Aqualad/Kaldur'ahm

•Umbrella Academy

-Luther Hargreeves (#1)

-Diego Hargreeves (#2)

-Allison Hargreeves (#3)

-Klaus Hargreeves (#4)

-Five Hargreeves (#5)

-Ben Hargreeves (#6)

-Viktor Hargreeves (#7)

-Marcus Hargreeves (#1)

-Fei Hargreeves (#3)

-Alphonso Hargreeves (#4)

-Sloan Hargreeves (#5)

-Jayme Hargreeves (#6)

-Lila Aryu

-The Handler

•Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Ron Weasley

-Hermione Granger

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Ginny Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Sirius Black (Older)

-Cedric Diggory

-Oliver Wood

-Neville Longbottom

-Luna Lovegood

-Remus Lupin (Older)

-Nymphadora Tonks

-Lucious Malfoy (Older)

-Narcissa Malfoy (Older)

-Severus Snape (Older)

-Bill Weasley

-Charlie Weasley

•Marauders

-James Potter

Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸

-Lily Evans

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Severus Snape

-Regulus Black

-Lusious Malfoy

-Narcissa Black

-Peter Pettigrew

•Greek Mythology

-Zeus

-Hades

-Posideon

-Apollo

-Hera

-Persephone

-Ares

-Athena

-Demeter

-Aphrodite

-Artemis

-Dionysus

-Hermes

•Divergent

-Beatrice "Tris" Prior

-Caleb Prior

-Eric

-Peter

-Christina

-Will

-Tobias "Four"

-Zeke

Zip line of Love - Nonbinary Reader (Requested) 🌸

-Uriah

•Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

-Luke Skywalker

-Leia Organa

-Han Solo

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Kylo Ren

•Supernatural

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Lucifer

-Rowena MacLeod

-Gabriel

-Charlie Bradbury (Fem/NB only)

-Chuck Shurley

-Jody Mills

-Ellen Harvelle

-Kevin Tran

•The Walking Dead

-Rick Grimes

-Daryl Dixon

-Glenn Rhee

-Carl Grimes

-Maggie Greene

-Negan

-Michonne

-Shane Walsh

-Rosita Espinosa

-Carol Peletier

-Paul "Jesus" Monroe

-Abraham Ford

‐Tara Chambler (Fem/NB only)

-Enid

-Ezekiel

-Aaron (Masc/NB only)

•The Walking Dead Game

-Clementine

-Lee

-Kenny

-Luke

-Javier

-Gabriel

-Kate

-Louis

-Omar

-Ruby

-Mitch

-Marlon

-Violet (Fem/NB only)

IT (2017)

-Richie Tozier

-Beverly Marsh

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Bill Denbrough

-Stanley Uris

-Ben Hanscom

-Henry Bowers

-Mike Hanlon

-Patrick Hockstetter

-Victor Criss

-Belch Huggins

•Desendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Ben

-Jay

-Jane

-Chad

-Doug

-Lonnie

-Carlos

-Uma

-Harry Hook

-Gil

•Maze Runner

-Newt

-Minho

-Gally

-Teresa

-Alby

-Chuck

-Brenda

-Aris

-Thomas

-Frypan

-Jorge

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Flightless || NB/Male Reader

by KultDog ... Coming soon Words: 3025, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Reader, Original Male Character(s), Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Original Female Character(s), Original Characters, Original Child Character(s), Original Non-Binary Character, Jason Todd, Batgirl (DCU), Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin - Character Relationships: Dick Grayson/Reader, Dick Grayson/Original Male Character(s), Dick Grayson & Original Male Character(s), Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne & Original Male Character(s), Dick Grayson / Male Reader, Dick Grayson & Reader Additional Tags: My First AO3 Post, Slow Burn, X reader but no Y/N used, Will probably get dark at some point because.. gotham, general audience... for now via https://ift.tt/Z9MDIKP

[wing-ed-thing]

Devil’s Advocate (Kankuro x Reader)

Word Count: 514

Warnings: Fem!Reader

Notes: Hi! The Might Guy x NB!Reader is coming out tomorrow as a Christmas special. I’ll be taking some time and fics will be coming back again every day starting 2021. It’ll give me some time to get things queued and come up with ideas (which I am currently out of). Requests are still open, but the content will be queued to next year (unless I get REALLY excited about something). Have happy holidays and a happy new year!

“Unacceptable!” You stood abruptly from your chair. Your hands slammed on the conference room table, glaring as he sat back cockily in his chair. Red hot heat filled your cheeks.

“Councilwoman, please sit down-”

“No!” You spat at the voice, not breaking eye contact with the smug hooded figure that sat opposite you. Your nose scrunched, nearly in a snarl. “While Councilman Kankuro may think that everything can be solved by punching it, I’m of the mindset that there are cheaper options that wouldn’t cost the lives of Sand Village ninja.” You straightened your posture, eyes scanning the round table.

Kankuro cleared his throat, “‘Cheapter’, Councilwoman?” He leaned forward, taking in the council as you had. “Since when does the protection of our citizens warrant a spending cap?” You glared at him.

“That’s not what-”

“Ladies and gentleman, this is exactly why my proposal should be considered-” Kankuro stood, giving you the side eye. “-as our best option.”

“Easy for you to say, Councilman. You won’t be on the front lines.” You spat, locked into a challenging gaze. “Not everyone is a puppet.”

“Respectfully, Councilwoman, this is the most fool-proof plan that could ever come out of this room. I do not take the lives of my comrades lightly.” Kankuro directed the board to a page in his proposal. “Not only is this the most cost effective option,” He eyed you. “But this is the safest option for both civilians and ninja.” You let out a huff, drumming your fingers on the table.

“I say we move to a vote.” You turned towards the Kazekage. Gaara let out a silent breath, ever pensive.

“All those in favor of Councilman Kankuro’s proposal?” You studied the table. Kankuro sat back down smugly. You mirrored his movement, gritting your teeth. “The movement passes. We will begin preparations right away. Dismissed.”

You gathered your papers, trying to ignore the cocky look that bored into the back of your head.

***

When you stepped in your apartment, he had already decided to sprawl out on the couch.

“Councilman.” You acknowledged with a quirked brow.

“Councilwoman.” Kankuro rolled his head around the back of the couch before standing to greet you.

“What are you doing in my apartment?” You asked, playfully smug.

“Our apartment.” Kankuro wrapped you up in his arms, placing a kiss on your lips.

“What did you think? Was I too mean today?” You laughed as he peppered your cheeks.

“Just the right amount of mean, Beautiful.” Kankuro mused, spinning you around playfully by the hand. “Helped me perfectly highlight what I wanted to highlight and the glasses were a nice touch.”

“Oh why thank you, I’m glad you noticed.” You gave him another kiss, careful not to smudge his face paint. Your hands came up to grasp his face. “How about I pour some drinks? We got a proposal to celebrate!”

“My little devil’s advocate.” Kankuro lauded lovingly. “What would I do without you?” You slipped from his grasp, padding to the kitchen. You turned to him, laughing.

“Pray to the gods that you’ll never find out.”

Thank you to everyone who liked, reblogged, and followed. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

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Oppo R17 Neo is Official with Corning Gorilla Glass 6, In-display Fingerprint Scanner

Oppo R17 Neo has been launched in Japan today as the latest smartphone to join the R series from Oppo. Oppo has been releasing a couple of smartphones these past few weeks that looks quite identical. First, there was the F9 and F9 Pro, then the R17 and R17 Pro came on-board, we just compared the K1 and R15X just yesterday. Nonetheless, the R17 Neo is equipped with trendy in-display fingerprint reader which is protected by the new Corning Gorilla Glass 6.

Design

The R17 Neo looks absolutely stunning and gradient just like the K1 and R15X. Everything is still the same with the design, although the colour textures are quite different if you look closely. It measures 7.4 mm in thickness, weighs 156g overall as well and will be available in Blue and Red gradient colors.

Display

The R17 Neo is built around a 6.4-inch AMOLED water-drop display. The screen boasts of 1080 x 2340 pixels in resolution along with a 403 pixel per inch density for clear visuals. Overall, the beautiful screen stretches up to 84.4% screen-to-body as well.

Software and Hardware

It runs on Android 8.1 Oreo out of the box with ColorOS 5.2 on top. Under the hood, the Snapdragon 660 chipset from Qualcomm still makes the calls, it comes with 8-cores of processor clocking at 2.2GHz for a smooth ride.

The Adreno 512 graphics card handles graphics. For storing files, the device packs a bigger 128GB internal storage space which is expandable up to 256GB using a memory card. It boasts of a bigger 4GB RAM space as well for multitasking through apps.

Camera

The Oppo R17 Neo is equipped with dual 16MP + 2MP rear camera for photography. The camera is accompanied by a LED flash and other internal features listed in the table below. For taking selfies, there's a 25MP Selfie camera with AI beautification.

Battery

Powering up the R17 Neo is a 3600mAh battery capacity, there's support for fast charging here. Charging the battery from 0% to 100% shouldn't take up to 2 hours.

Oppo R17 Neo Specs

・6.4-inch AMOLED capacitive touchscreen, 1080 x 2340 pixels ・Android 8.1 Oreo ・Qualcomm Snapdragon 660 ・Octa-core 2.2GHz ・4GB RAM ・128GB Internal Storage ・16MP + 2MP rear camera ・25MP selfie camera ・3600mAh battery

Oppo R17 Neo Features and Video Review

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Oppo R17 Neo Full Specifications

General Device Type Smartphone Model Oppo R17 Neo Announced October, 2018 Released October, 2018 Status Available on Shopping stores Network 2G Network GSM 850 / 900 / 1800 / 1900 MHz 3G Network WCDMA: HSDPA 850 / 900 /1700(AWS) / 1900 / 2100 MHz 4G Network LTE 800 MHz LTE 850 MHz LTE 900 MHz LTE 1700/2100 MHz LTE 1800 MHz LTE 1900 MHz LTE 2100 MHz LTE 2600 MHz LTE-TDD 1900 MHz (B39) LTE-TDD 2300 MHz (B40) LTE-TDD 2500 MHz (B41) LTE-TDD 2600 MHz (B38) LTE 800 MHz (B18) LTE 800 MHz (B19) LTE 850 MHz (B26) LTE 700 MHz (B28) SIM Type Nano + Nano SIM Count Dual SIM Design Type Aluminium alloy Glass Dimensions 75.5 x 158.3 x 7.4 mm Weight 156g Water Resistant No Protection Yes Colours Red, Blue Display Display Type AMOLED capacitive touchscreen Size 6.4-inch Resolution 1080 x 2340 pixels Colors 16M colors Pixel Density 403ppi Screen-To-Body Ratio 84.4% Aspect Ratio 19.5:9 Touch Screen Model Capacitive Touch Screen Yes Multitouch Yes Protection Yes Features Multitouch, Scratch Resistant, Dragontrail glass, Corning Gorilla Glass 6 2.5D curved glass screen 60000:1 contrast ratio 430 cd/m² 100% NTSC In-display fingerprint sensor Secondary Display No Camera Rear 16MP + 2MP Image Yes Video 2160p@30fps FHD Recording Yes Features Autofocus  Continuous shooting  Digital zoom  Exposure compensation  Face detection  Geotagging  HDR  ISO settings  Panorama  Scene mode  Self-timer  Touch focus  White balance settings Advanced Features Phase detection Flash Yes, dual-LED Aperture f/1.7 Pixel Size - Sensor Size - Front/Selfie 25MP Front Flash - Front Camera Features Sony IMX576 Exmor RS, Face Unlock Aperture f/2.0 Pixel Size 0.9 μm Sensor Size 1/2.8" Software Operating System Android 8.1 Oreo User Interface (UI) ColorOS 5.2 Java Support Yes Skype Yes Whatsapp Yes Facebook Yes Youtube Yes Hardware Chipset (SoC) Qualcomm Snapdragon 660 MSM8976 Plus Process Technology 14nm CPU Octa-core 2.2GHz Cores 8-Cores Bit Architecture 64-bit GPU (Graphics) Qualcomm Adreno 512 GPU (Cores) 2-Cores GPU (Frequency) 512MHz RAM (Memory) 4GB Memory Speed 1866MHz Internal Storage 128GB Card Slot Yes, up to 256GB Card Type microSD, microSDHC, microSDXC Sensors Fingerprint (Screen) Accelerometer Proximity Ambient Light Compass, Gyroscope Controls Touchscreen, Lock Button, and Volume Key Connectivity Bluetooth Yes Infrared - Wi-Fi Yes Wi-fi Hotspot Yes USB Type Yes, Type C GPS Yes, with A-GPS, GLONASS NFC - HDMI Yes 3.5mm jack Yes Facial Identification Yes Wireless Charging No Battery Battery Type Li-Po Battery Capacity 3600mAh Placement Non-removable Fast Charging Yes Standby - Talk Time - Video Play - Normal Use - Media Audio Playback Yes, MP3, AAC, AAC+, eAAC+, WMA, MIDI, WAV, AC3, FLAC Video Playback Yes, 3GP, Mp4, MPEG4, H.263, H.264 player Video Out - FM Radio - Alert Types Vibration, Ringtones Ring Tones MP3, WAV Loudspeaker Yes Handsfree Yes Other Features - MP3/WAV/eAAC+/FlAC player - Active noise cancellation with dedicated mic - DivX/Xvid/MP4/H.265 player - Photo/video editor - Document viewer

Oppo R17 Neo Unboxing

Inside The Box NB: Details may vary. - Charger - USB Data Cable - Earphone - Quick Start Guide - SIM Ejector Pin

Oppo R17 Neo Price

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