#I was gonna wait to do him until I actually read ab him but I haven’t rly been keeping up with asc oops

[artaintfartwarriors]

Could i perhaps get wafflepaw please?

Sure :3

OG Ref

[a-soft-hornytiny]

Lecture.

Summary: Your roommate Mingi decides to tease you and you take your revenge.

Word count: 2.8k+

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Mingi x female!reader

Warnings: blow job, hand job, teasing, cum, cum swallowing, oral, dirty talk, bit of voyeurism ig (Let me know if I missed something) be careful while reading.

Notes: this has been chilling in my ideas for a looooong time. I think one of my moots made me write this down, sadly don’t remember who. And hello~ im kinda back?

Taglist: after the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)

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Unfortunately you had started studying right when covid hit and now you were stuck in this university dorm with your hot but annoying roommate Mingi 24/7. You shouldn’t really be complaining, you knew that. He took care of his stuff, did his chores and cleaned after himself. Yes he was a bit loud sometimes when he was recording some of his rap tracks in his room but that was not why you were annoyed.

You were annoyed because you didn’t know if he knew what he was doing when he walked out of the bathroom. Just a towel around his waist. Little water drops running down his chest.

And he decided to always shower right when you had an online lecture.

You couldn’t escape it either since the living room table was the only place in the dorm where the internet was good enough to survive a whole hour and a half lecture. And the bathroom door led to the living room, which led to his room.

Of course he didn’t do anything wrong in particular but how were you supposed to concentrate on “The basics of marine anatomy” when you had “The basics of human anatomy” walking right in front of you.

But you couldn’t say anything until you figured out if he was doing it on purpose or if his extremely innocent image was real. But you weren’t sure how.

Your first attempt was lying about when your lectures were. You told him they were earlier than usual and waited for him to come out of his room, but he didn’t. He went to shower at the same time as usual, which meant it still collided with your schedule. You couldn’t actually skip a lecture just to prove that your roommate wanted to make you horny.

And just as you were nearly convinced that he just had a weird daily schedule of showering at exactly 9:15am, your schedule changed and your lecture was delayed from 9am to 11am. And suddenly he started going to the bathroom at 11:15am.

There was no way that was a coincidence.

And with that little theory you decided to jump into the cold water and the next time he came out of the bathroom, hot as always, you bluntly stared him down.

“Like what you see?” He raised one eyebrow while walking into the kitchen, not even sparing you a glance. But you could swear that you saw him smirk.

You didn’t answer. You let your eyes wander from his short pink hair, which he was sloppily drying off with a towel, to his defined shoulders over his long torso and his slightly visible abs.

“I think you should get back to your lecture or your professor will wonder what makes you drool.” He said while picking up an apple from the counter and walking over to his room. Before he closed his door he gave you a quick wink. And that was all the proof you needed. He was doing it on purpose.

And you were gonna get back at him.

Shortly after your first lesson ended you started creating your masterplan. Fight fire with fire they say.

Not only did he know about your schedule but you also knew about his. So right before his evening lecture you decided to take your best underwear and run to the bathroom. You waited a few minutes until you heard him settle down at the living room table before you started your shower.

oh he will regret this you thought while stepping out of the shower and putting on a very revealing bra and fitting panties. You dried yourself off just enough to not make a mess and took a step towards the door. While grabbing the handle you realized how nervous you were. But you wanted him to feel the consequences of his actions and opened the door.

Mingi had just finished a sentence when the bathroom door opened. He thought nothing of it at first but when he saw skin in the corner of his eye he couldn’t help but look up. And there you were.

You tried not to look at him directly while walking to the kitchen sink to get a glass of water but you could feel him staring. The feeling of being scanned from top to bottom gave you goosebumps. Was that how he felt when you stared at him?

Just as you finished your glass of water, you turned around. You had expected him to be subtle. To glance at you from time to time. But you were wrong. So wrong. He had turned towards you on his chair, his legs were spread and his eyes were completely fixated on you.

“Like what you see?” You imitated him while walking to the living room. “I think you should get back to your lecture before your prof-“

“My camera is off and I’m muted.” He interrupted you with a huge smile on his face. But it wasn’t a happy smile, it was a dirty one.

You felt shivers run down your spine. Fuck. It felt like he was a predator and you were his prey. Suddenly you could feel every single centimeter of your exposed skin. And it was burning. His hands were resting on the inside of his thighs. You couldn’t do anything against it when your eyes decided to lock on his crotch. An all too familiar tickling feeling appeared in your stomach as you imagined what may be lying underneath his pants. But he noticed.

“Well you must be down bad for me if you put so much effort in just to get my attention.” You answered while leaning on the table right across from him, giving him a good view of your cleavage. He gulped. Success.

“You could’ve told me instead Mingi, honey. Now we’ve wasted so much precious time.” You grinned at him before turning around and slowly, really slowly walking towards your room. You could feel his eyes on your curves as they moved from side to side.

But before you even realized it, you heard the sound of a chair and felt arms wrap around your waist. You inhaled sharply as he pressed his body against yours. You couldn’t see him but he rested his head on your shoulder and whispered against your neck.

“Oh Y/n, please stay with me a little longer… My lecture is getting boring.” He exhaled against your ear and hugged you even closer. You could feel his desire for you… and you could feel his.. oh my god.

You didn’t even realize that you had held your breath until he let go of you and walked back to the living room table. He was giving you a choice. You could either go to your room, get dressed and forget what happened or you could turn around, possibly risking your perfectly platonic relationship and see what happens next. And both sides had their perks. On one hand you were still burning in embarrassment and wanted to hide in your room for the next week or so. But on the other hand you could feel the little puddle in your panties and the excitement in your bones.

You decided to turn around.

He didn’t say anything while you walked towards him, only giving you a small smile. But it seemed genuine. He seemed genuinely relieved that you decided to turn around. You wanted to sit on his lap but he stopped you.

“Wait a bit, I have to present some of my assignments results soon and I have to turn my camera on for that.” He scratched the back of his head, sorry on one side and upset on the other. He pointed to the chair next to him instead.

It was good that it was midsummer, otherwise you would’ve been cold. But this way it was fine. You sat down next to him, still feeling his eyes on you.

“Mister Song, please present your results now.” You heard the voice of his professor through his laptop. Mingi then unmuted and turned his camera on. While he started talking you tried to take in every detail of his flawless face. He had really sharp features which were a big contrast to his soft image. Your eyes scanned his body as he seemed to be uncomfortable with something. And then your eyes landed on his crotch again.

There was not much left to imagination anymore. You could clearly see the outline of his hard dick in his pants. And he was squirming, obviously bothered by the tightness of his pants. A quick picture rushed through your mind. No, you can’t do that. Or maybe you could? You felt your cheeks heat up as the image got clear in your head. Fuck it. You had nothing to lose.

Without much hesitation you slipped off your chair and kneeled down under the table. Right in front of him. You could see his eyes widen as your hands fiddled with his belt. He started stuttering and his ears turned red.

“And that's when I found a study proclaiming th-that-“ he cleared his throat and sat up straight. You couldn’t help but chuckle slightly as you finally managed to open his pants and pull out the massive tent in his underwear. Mingi cleared his throat again before he continued talking. There was already a wet patch at the top of his dick showing how aroused he actually was and you couldn’t help but touch it softly.

He sharply inhaled, interrupting himself mid sentence. “Is everything alright Mister Song?” His professor asked, making him blush profusely. “Yes sir, I’m good” he answered, his voice still shaking. The vibrations of his deep voice sent shivers down your spine as he continued to elaborate on his studies.

You loved the power you had in this moment. His whole body reacted to everything you did, even if it was just a nervous rush of his eyes. Time to make it worse.

You grabbed his underwear and slowly pulled it down until his cock sprung free. You watched it move as your mouth filled with saliva. Fuck he was huge. The tip of his dick was slightly wet and it stood tall. You wanted to suck him off so bad. And as you were kneeling in front of him you realized that you wanted to do this for a long time.

But as he did for you, you wanted to give him a choice. When he had a short break in talking you looked at him with big question marks in your eyes, your mouth hovering over his dick by just an inch. His eyes were big and a bit puffy as he looked down but he didn’t answer. All that he did was softly taking the back of your head in his right hand and pushing you closer.

That was a yes.

Without any hesitation you opened your mouth widely, allowing him to guide his dick into your mouth. Then he let go.

He tasted amazing. You closed your mouth around his tip and let your tongue run over it a few times. Goosebumps formed on his whole body but you decided not to move. Until he started talking again.

Right when he opened his mouth to start another sentence you wrapped one hand around the shaft of his dick and let your head slide down. You could take about half of him without having to deepthoat, the other half was in your hand. He let out a quiet but pathetic moan before collecting himself and starting anew.

You looked up at him with a mischievous light in your eyes as you started to move your head up and down in a steady rhythm. You hum slightly, the vibration intensifying his pleasure. His breath was heavy but he managed to stay still and keep talking. You moved your hand with your mouth to feel his whole length.

In the corner of your eyes you could see that his thighs were slightly shaking as you stopped and gently licked his tip again. You felt how much he held himself back. He wanted to buckle up his hips, he wanted to moan your name and grab your head to push you deeper. But that had to wait.

“To conclude, my research successfully proved the given statement.” His voice was getting lower and lower and his eyes darkened as his professor thanked him and called on the next in line. You never had someone shut his laptop so fast. You stopped.

“But Mingi, your lecture still goes on for half an hour..” you wanted to protest but he had already pushed the table back to get a better sight of you.

“Who fucking cares.” He said before grabbing your head and pushing you closer. You immediately opened your mouth, willing to take him as deep as he wanted. You felt his dick enter your mouth and touch the back of your throat. You took a deep breath through your nose before you pushed your head down further, taking him completely.

Mingi let out a deep growly moan and looked at you in disbelief. “One one ever took me completely..” he groaned before throwing his head back. “Fuck.”

You felt high. The adrenaline rushed through your veins as you felt his pre-cum leak down your throat. You were good at this. You knew that. His hand was buried in your hair but he didn’t put any pressure on it, he let you do your thing. And you did your thing.

After giving yourself a few seconds to adjust, you started to move your tongue around his base while slowly picking up speed. His moans were angelic. He clearly wasn’t afraid of being loud and it was obvious that he didn’t care what people think. The walls were thin.

“God Y/n why did you never tell me how good you are at this?” He asked, completely out of breath. You couldn’t answer, still having his pulsating cock inside of your mouth. But he didn’t need an answer. All he needed was your wet mouth around his dick.

“This is the exact outcome I had hoped for.” He chuckled, taking a deep breath after. “Fuck I’m already close.” He whispered as his grip in your hands got stronger. A feeling of superiority overcame you as you felt his dick twitch. Then you slid back, continuing your movements with your hands but giving him a dirty smirk.

“If I had known you wanted me to do this, I would’ve done it way earlier..” you grinned, making him moan. “Such a big dick but not brave enough to make a proper move on me.” You were teasing him. You wanted him to feel what you felt. Even though you knew there may be consequences for that.

He let out a small whine. “I’ll return the favor I swear but please don’t let me wait much longer.”

You chuckled and let some salvia drop on his tip before taking him again. You could taste the salt on your tongue. A clear indicator that he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Cum for me handsome..” you whispered under your breath before picking up speed again. His moans got louder, more frequent as his hips began to shake. His right hand was still caught up in your hair but his left hand was grabbing the chair. And he was squeezing the wood so hard that if you didn’t know any better you would think it was about to burst.

“Please Y/n, let me fill you up..” he groaned, getting closer to his high with every little movement of your tongue. _With pleasure_ you thought carefully sucking on his tip.

He started shaking uncontrollably, his head thrown back. “Fuck fuck fuck!” He moaned as his cum started filling your mouth. It tasted amazing and you gladly gulped down every drop of it, still moving slowly to help him ride out his orgasm. His whole body was in high tension as you swallowed the last drop of his cum and let go of him.

His body immediately collapsed on the chair and his breathing started to get more and more regular. You didn’t move. Still kneeling in front of him.

When he finally opened his eyes he gave you a dark smile.

“I think we should move this into your bedroom”

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[sw33tlight]

Infatuated.[Part. 1]

David McCall x F. Reader

WARNINGS.

Obsession, Mental Ab/se,S/x

“Can you like stop and get the fuck off me you creep.” Rolling her eyes (y/n) pushed her way through the crowd. How was she supposed to find her friend of years in this large ass crowd with gross sweaty people and gyrating everywhere. She decided to take a break and step outside while flipping off random creeps and pushing people out the way. When she finally managed to get outside she felt someone grab her hand she turned and there was her best friend Maya “Maya where the fuck were you.” “Are you fucking crazy, you can’t run off like that”. Giving her friend a nice big glare before noticing the two boys behind her. One with an ugly beard smoking a cigarette and another one younger looking built cute face, nice eyes, and a pretty smile. She hadn’t noticed how long she’d been staring at the kid till he said “What got somethin’ on my face or am I just sexy” she scoffed and rolled her eyes turning her attention back to Maya who was playing with the other dudes hair. “Maya who the fuck are these guys and can you stop that we were supposed to be home an a hour ago.” Maya turned to face the girl yelling at her about curfew like she ever followed hers. “Y/n since when did you care about curfew plus isn’t David here a cutie” She winked at (y/n) but before she could say anything the supposed David kid started talking “Yeah ain’t I cute honey?” He asked smiling. She couldn’t help but give a breathy laugh. She looked him up and down bit her lip and then dragged Maya away saying “Nice to meet you boys but we’d better be going”. She took Maya back to her motorcycle “Put the helmet on and hold onto me I will not be driving the speed limit” She said to Maya who reluctantly followed as she was told “thank you sweetheart”

As the two girls rode away and home, the guy David stood there watching until they were out of vision. ‘That Maya chick had a fat ass” said Logan “Yeah okay Loggie” David replied looking over the pier. “Igh’t time to head home.” The two men went into their respective cars and to the house. Maya stepped off the bike and onto the pavement. Teasing the rider as she returned the helmet. “ you know your parents are actually gonna murder you this time right?” the girl with (y/hc) sighed and flipped the girl off as she started the bike.

Returning home she walked the long drive way to make sure no one would hear she snuck through her window and changed it to PJs, wiping her makeup off, brushing out her hair and brushing her teeth. Hopping into bed she looked at the time on the clock next to her. 2:00 am. She seen the light turn on in the hallway and footsteps her dad’s. She turned so her face wasn’t visible and pretended to sleep as her door slowly creeped open and closed again. The light shutting off in the hallway. She stayed there a moment slowly falling asleep. She had classes to study for she had a huge test on Monday even if it was now at this point Saturday morning.

She rose in the late morning 10:00 am read her clock. She got up brushed her teeth, did her hair, washed her face properly, picked an outfit of the day and set it on the bed. She went down stairs to see if any breakfast was waiting for her or if anyone was up. Her step-mom was down there doing work. “Oh (y/n) there some pancake batter in the fridge if you give me a moment I can make you some or there some cereal” smiling she replied “pancakes sound nice, thank you” going back upstairs she took this chance to get ready for the day. She hopped in the shower washing her hair, shaving, styling her hair, blow drying it, changing, doing light makeup. After about and hour and a half she went backs downstairs the pancakes in the toaster oven waiting to be heated up. In admits her eating her pancakes the phone rings. She picks it up it’s Maya. The two girls are having a hushed but exciting conversation. “Hey do you think I could go over Mayas today and sleepover?” Her step-mom gave her a look but reluctantly agreed. Finishing her breakfast and going upstairs she packed a bag, said bye to her step-mom and brother and left for Mayas.

[mitchellpete]

Kinktober Day 24 - Bondage

pairing: ethan hunt x f!reader

cw: bondage, oral sex (m receiving), overstimulation, penetrative sex, (does this count as creampie?)

word count: 2178

A/N: had to take a little hiatus but i came back to a million notifications so i’m glad to see that you guys are still reading these! sorry for the wait!

kinktober masterlist here.

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

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“Do you know how easily I could get out of these?”

You groan just as a grin decorates Ethan’s face, a sparkle in his eye as he looks up at you from his place on the bed. You playfully roll your eyes, continuing your (poor) work on the knots binding his wrists. Ethan just plays along, humming to himself as he waits for you to finish. Quite impatiently, actually, with his hard-on prodding at the harsh material of his pants where you’d mouthed over the fabric. He wasn’t going to admit that, though, as this whole thing had been his idea the last time you’d had sex. A while ago now, since his duties usually kept you apart for weeks at a time. It was very unbearable, but the sex was worth the wait. It only ever got better, more exciting, more fun. 

“Get on top, come on,” he’d mumbled in a frivolous tone, his breath warm against your neck, hands hot against your skin.

“Oh, you want me in control?” You’d teased back, wriggling out from underneath him to comply at his request.

Ethan laid back, hands intertwined behind his head as you mounted his hips. “Mm, I do.” 

You’d snickered, poking fun at him, your hands running up his chest. “Maybe I’ll tie you up next time.”

Ethan groaned as you settled on top of him, your fingernails raking his pecs. “I’d let you.”

And let you, he did. You’re not even sure where the rope came from; it was already on the bedside table when you both tumbled into the room together in a heap of passion, lips locked and hands exploring each other hungrily. You’d gotten Ethan’s shirt off, your knees bending to lean down and mouth at his chest, down his sternum, tongue poking out against his abs. Ethan sucked in a breath, watched as your tongue traveled all along his waistline. On your haunches, you ran your hands up his clothed thighs, teasing him—giving him that little tingling feeling he always gave you when his touch teased at your inner thighs. He shuddered in response, and even more so when you leaned in to press your open mouth to the growing bulge in his pants. 

That didn’t get very far, however, and you watched in amusement as Ethan’s face went from slack to surprised when your hands shoved at his body, sending him towards the mattress. The back of his knees hit the edge of the bed and down he went, his forearms breaking his fall. He held himself up on them, a grin spreading his face as you stalked towards him in the sexiest way you could.

Anyway, that was then.

Now, you’ve got the knot secured. You’re pretty sure you did a terrible job, but despite his teasing, you know that he’s gonna let you have this. 

“All done,” you announce proudly, running your fingers along his bicep. 

You glance down at the sight of his widening smile, and lean down to help yourself to a wet kiss on his lips. Ethan kisses back eagerly, mouth hot and heavy against yours. He makes a little noise when you break apart, lifting his head to follow your lips until they’re out of his reach. He chuckles and closes his eyes, letting his head fall back in defeat, only to lift it again when he feels your hands working the button on his pants. You settle in between his legs, and, once the button is off, grab at the waistband of his pants to rid him of them. Ethan’s cock is poking through his boxers, and your mouth nearly waters at the thought of blowing him like this. You try taking your time though—try to make the experience worth it—and press feather light kisses all over the soft fabric. Ethan flinches, hips slightly jerking up for more.

“Easy there, Mr. Hunt,” you murmur, lips lightly sucking at the head of his cock through the material.

“I don’t think we mentioned any teasing.” He breathes out, licks his bottom lip and then bites down, hard.

“You can handle it,” you say through a grin, raking your fingers along the skin of his thighs again.

You strip him off his boxers eventually, pulling them down his legs and out of the way. You salivate at the sight of him, bare and flushed and tied up just for you. He’s fully hard against his stomach, nearly leaking at the brief feel of your lips. 

He notices you staring. “A bit overdressed, honey.”

You huff, trying not to smile, though you fail almost instantly. You back up and take your time slipping out of your clothes, intent on giving him a show. Ethan watches with hazy eyes, mouth slightly parted. He looks you up and down, takes in the sight of every part of you that he won’t be able to touch tonight. You watch the look cross his face and can’t help but giggle. “Hey, it was your idea.”

“I’m gonna get out of these,” he states matter-of-factly, tilting his head with a little smirk.

“Mm, I don’t think so,” you counter, stretching your legs out to slip out of your underwear. “You break free, this all stops.”

He scoffs playfully, his eyes hungrily raking your body. “I didn’t think you’d be so strict.”

With all your clothes on the floor, you crawl closer and reach to wrap a hand around his cock. You don’t break eye contact as you squeeze him a bit, thumb rubbing circles at the tip. You tease him there, moving your thumb all over the head, getting small, breathy groans out of him. You lean in momentarily to press a kiss there, and his abs clench in reaction, his wrists wriggling in the rope. You bite back a smirk, satisfied already.

Ethan’s lashes flutter when you finally get the wet heat of your mouth on his shaft. You angle your head, dragging the flat of your tongue along the long vein that runs on the side. He shudders, letting his head fall back every few seconds and then lifting it again to watch you. You never once break eye contact, your tongue dragging up and down his length in rhythmic strides. He mumbles something incoherent under his breath, fingers tapping on the headboard—the only thing his grip can reach. 

You pull off his cock with a loud slurping noise, fist tightly jerking him up and down where you’d left him extra lubricated. His abs tense again, much to your pleasure, and his hips twitch with every move of your fist. Watching him lose his composure, you take advantage; you lean down to wrap your mouth around the head, taking him in inch by inch while continuously stroking him down below. Ethan groans, loud, throwing his head back. The muscles in his arms visibly clench from his grip on the rope and it’s then that you feel the absence of his hands in your hair, how delicately he runs his fingers through it every time you blow him. 

The sight of him so restricted is very worth it though: face flushed, his cock red and dripping wet and deliciously hard in your mouth, miles of his pretty tan skin from your spot in between his legs. You watch his muscles tense, how his chin meets the heave of his chest every time he lifts his head again to watch you, eyes half-lidded and mouth hanging open in a silent moan.

Your throat constricts at the intrusion the deeper you take him in, and you hollow your cheeks around him with every up and down movement. Your palm is slick and messy around him, spit dripping onto your knuckles from your mouth’s work, which only helps you stroke him faster. 

You know he’s close from the small, repetitive sounds he’s making and, eager to get him there, release him from your mouth to stroke him furiously. It only lasts a couple of seconds, and you bite back a moan of your own at the sight of him spilling his cum all along his abs. 

“Fuck,” he groans, eyebrows pulled tight as his orgasm washes over him.

“Doing alright, Agent?” you murmur, thumb rubbing small, gentle circles around his throbbing length.

“So unfair,” he breathes out, wrapping his fingers around the rope binding him. His hips jerk again, this time from being slightly overstimulated by your touch.

You crawl on all fours above his body, reaching his mouth to kiss him. He leans up, eager again, his tongue slipping into your slick mouth. You let him lick into you, palms flat on either side of him, the heat of the kiss agitating the growing fire in the pit of your stomach. The desire for him coaxes your hips down, your wet, slick center meeting that same vein on Ethan’s shaft. You moan into his mouth, unable to resist grinding down, which gets a noise out of him too. You rock with him there, just a little, just to get him fully hard again. You remember you’re supposed to be taking your time but God, it already feels so good.

When his cock jerks up against you, hard and throbbing again, you pull off of his mouth; Ethan watches as you mount his hips, hovering above his dick to position it inside of you. You press your palms to his abs as you sink down, the split delicious and raw. You wipe at the cum on his skin, bringing it to your tongue—the whole show for him. You moan around your finger when you easily sink down all the way, and then run your slippery hands down your body to tease him. Situated against his balls, you clench around him, but you don’t move yet—you caress your collarbone first, and then your hands travel lower, palms rubbing over your hardened nipples. Ethan watches you in disbelief, yanking on both sides of the rope with serious force—it moves the both of you, a wave of pleasure washing over you. It’s that wave alone that gets you going; you realize you can’t hold off forever and that it doesn’t really matter how much you tease him because now you need it as much as he does.

You move your hips in small circles to start, and then start to move up and down—the small burn in your legs reminds you that Ethan’s arms being binded means that he can’t wrap them around you to help you, that you’ve gotta do all the work yourself this time. 

You start off slow, watching his face contort in pleasure as you pick up your pace. He continues yanking on the rope, even more so when you find a comfortable pace. You bounce against him, harsh, skin slapping noises meeting both of your moans. The position allows him in as deep as can be, the head of his cock meeting that delicious ache inside of you more and more with each passing second. After an agonizing minute, you decide to lean back, your palms flat behind you for leverage. He notices your shift, and his hips start jolting off the bed, messing up the pace quite a bit but it gives you a good break—he’s fucking into you eventually, hard and fast despite the absence of his arms. You bite back a giggle; he’s always had a good core. And fuck—his interception is almost enough to push you over the edge already—

No, no. Just a little more. He’s moaning like he was right before he came, and you decide to coax him into it with your words.

“Come on, baby, don’t you wanna touch me?” you ask, breathy and light.

He moans and it sounds something like a whine, his hips sputtering and losing their pace as he nears his second orgasm. Still sensitive from his first.

It all gets to be a bit too much when you start slamming your hips down to meet his thrusts, his cock feeling even deeper somehow—and that’s enough to set him over the edge. It’s not until you feel his hot spurts of cum inside you, and hear the sticky, wet noises of his thrusts fucking it deep inside you that your orgasm washes over you too. 

You nearly scream as it takes you, body going slack from the pleasure.

Ethan’s face is flushed pink, his cheeks warm from a second orgasm. A pretty sight, paired with the soft moans spilling from his mouth.

You climb off of him with shaky legs, body buzzing in the afterglow. You collapse on the mattress next to him, sight set on the ceiling as you try catching your breath.

“Give me.. Give me a second, baby, I’ll untie you.”

Ethan doesn’t reply, but you listen as his moans quiet down, and how his equally uneven breathing starts to slow.

When you sit up and turn to reach for the rope, Ethan’s already out of its grip, a cute smile spreading his cheeks and an innocent glint in his eye as he rubs at his wrist.

[citadelsanchez]

Heyyy could you possibly do one where Rick loves to surprise hug the reader from behind. I love your work so much😭💝Thank you<333

Alright, couple things! Firstly, thank you for the kind words! Secondly, I've had writer's block for this past week or so, my apologies to everyone. This is a bit short as a result. And lastly, I'm not sure that I followed the request to its full extent as I still picture Rick as being unrelentingly stubborn. (But still slipping his sweetness in there.) Okay that's it, thanks for reading!! Xx

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You strummed your fingers along the dilapidated work bench and bounced your leg in annoyance. You suppressed a sigh and checked your phone mindlessly once again. You'd been waiting for Rick in this same spot for over an hour.

[Meet me in the garage at 8. No exceptions.] he'd texted earlier, making you scoff. It wasn't very often that he didn't just jump straight to the point in his endeavors. When this happens, he's clearly got something up his sleeve. And he always strings you along this way, kicking your adrenaline into overdrive and then making you stand by until he deems the right time. You can't stay upset for long though. Especially when sometimes you're so baffled at how you managed to claim a spot in his whimsical world, even if it's not a big one.

Although recently Morty and Summer have been trying to convince you that you're special to Rick, claiming that he only shows moments of vulnerability with you. You recall the conversation from a couple of days ago.

"Oh my gosh, Y/N, you're totally just ignorant if you don't see how Rick thirsts after you" Summer sassed.

"I hate to agree with that but y-y-yeah Y/N, he really seems to care for you" Morty says, nodding with his sister.

You'd blushed bright red and physically facepalmed at both of them. "He's- no, we're just good friends. Or like, allies. Really."

Summer rolled her eyes. "You're insane, he is in love with you Y/N."

"L-like come on, he checks in on you at night and kills anyone w-who hurts your feelings when we adventure. H-h-he even hugs you."

You shake your head. "He's just nosey! And that 'hug' was one time Morty! Or, twice. I can't remember how many times. And it was because he was blinded by the Galorp haze. I-it wasn't like it was him actually wanting to."

You dismissed their ramblings as teenage nonsense alongside the fact that Rick isn't emotional with anyone- why would you ever be the exception? A pang of hurt singes your chest at that thought. You can't deny the ever growing euphoric feeling of being around Rick. It started with the harsh insults that turned playful and insolent glances that are now tolerant. And now as of late, accidental grazes of your arms or waist and hugs that were "uncontrollable" and not of his own accord. True Rick fashion.

You're so far into your thoughts that you don't even hear the sound of Rick entering the garage and brushing himself off with a defeated, somber look on his face.

You're also stood with your headphones in, slightly dancing to the beat coming through, with your back to the usual portal sound. Since Rick was inconsiderate and late to his own meeting, you've been indulging in one of your favorite past times, which is snooping through his newest inventions.

You place a strange hat with several antenna back into the box. "What the fuuuck even is that?" You speak out loud, still unaware of his presence.

Rick is watching you rummage through his drawers blankly before a small smile starts appearing on his face.

You stop to change the song playing on your phone when you feel two arms envelop your frame and a head resting near the top of yours. You gasp in surprise but know who it is immediately from the slight green apple smell mixed in with alcohol.

"Rick.." You speak out softly, feeling both surprised and overwhelmed with bliss. "This can't still be the Galorp haze."

His hands rest on top of yours as his chin digs into your head some. "We're not gonna talk about it."

[tengens-4thwife]

way to go nerd — katsuki bakugou

a post-homework katsuki drabble(ish) for @ifonlyitwasmidnight ! in which katsu pays the reader to do their homework with something better than cash. (college AU) content warnings: smut, fem!reader, praise k!nk mixed with just a smidge of degradation because its katsuki???, public sex, marking, all characters featured are 18+ notes: please don't repost or translate! feel free to reblog & leave feedback! no proofreading/alpha/beta so I expect there are some mistakes! now playing: moonlight — THEY. banners/dividers: @cafekitsune

"You fucking nerd." Katsuki mutters from where he's reading over the paper you wrote for him in the student lounge. "This is actually good." It's late so the place is deserted except for the two of you, relaxing on the overstuffed sofa in the corner of the room, hidden from anyone who could walk passed by a massive bookshelf. At first, you weren't really sure about Katsuki. He was loud and kind of full of himself, but then one day he approached you while you were studying in the library and asked for your help with the homework for your history lesson.

"I hate this stupid subject, what do I gotta know about history for?" he grumbled, kicking back in his chair. "When I'm the number one hero they're gonna write these damn books about me—knowing history is for extras!"

You sighed. You didn't really have time to listen to him—but then he offered you a fat stack of cash in exchange for writing his papers for the rest of the semester. That was four months ago. Four months of quiet meetings like this, where he would lay back on the sofa, his muscular body stretched out as he read over your most recent essay. You're sitting on the floor with your knees pulled up to your chest as you scroll your phone, watching TikToks on your phone while you wait for him to finish.

You are absolutely not noticing the way that Katsuki's t-shirt has rucked up to reveal the deep v of his hips and a glimpse at his cut abs. Because that would mean you'd have to admit that the crush you'd been fostering was real. And that you were actually a little upset that after tonight, you'd have no reason to talk anymore. Katsuki sighs, sitting up to grab his backpack, tucking the paper you wrote for him away neatly. "Way to go y/n," he grins, and you feel your heart squeeze. There's just something in the way he says your name. "Thanks to you, I actually passed."

"Well," you said slowly, clicking your phone screen off. "you don't know that until you submit this one, right?"

"Guess so," he huffed, running a hand through his blond hair. "But you're so smart, there's no way that isn't at least a B."

You nod, but its tense. Now that you're looking at him head on you can't help but feel disappointed. You stand up to leave, grabbing your bag and Katsuki frowns.

"Where are you going?"

"Home," you say tightly. "That was the last paper for the semester, right? That means that we don't have any reason to talk anymore."

Katsuki blinks up at you, his red gaze filled with confusion.

"What the hell are you talking about? Are you stupid or something?"

"Didn't you just say I'm smart," you say, rolling your eyes and turning to go

"I know what I said y/n," he said hotly, standing from the sofa and grabbing your wrist. His hand is so big that it circles the whole thing, his fingers overlapping as he turns you to face him. You have to tilt your head back to look into his eyes. "But now you're acting stupid. Don't you know we're friends?"

"Friends?" you scoff. "Bakugou, you literally only call me if you want something." Katsuki's eyes narrow and the tips of his ears turn pink, his jaw clenching. "That's not true."

"It is," you insist. You don't know why you are goading him. Maybe because you want to prove to yourself that you'll be fine without Katsuki Bakugou in your life, and pissing him off is a sure-fire way that he won't come back asking for more homework help that will lead to months of you pining for him.

"Y/n," Katsuki rumbles, pulling you to his chest. "Since the fuck when do you call me by my last name?"

You swallow hard. Like this, you can feel his body heat. It would be so easy to stand on tiptoe, to bring your lips to his. But you aren't like that. He doesn't want you like that. He's just mad because he thinks he's lost his ticket to good grades for minimal effort—right?

While you're pondering this, Katsuki grows more impatient, grabbing the back of your neck and crushing your mouths together in an unexpected kiss. You groan against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and rubbing your chest against his. "Katsuki—!" you gasp as your lips part, and for a moment, you can see the hero that he's going to be in the cocky tilt of his lips.

"That's better, y/n. Was that so hard?"

"No," you murmur, and just like you'd been thinking about you rise onto tiptoe to kiss him. With every pass of your lips, your breaths are coming shorter, the pair of you panting into each other's mouths as the desperate haze of wanting takes over. Katsuki lifts you by the waist and you instinctually wrap your legs around him, letting him haul you over to that stupid couch you'd been meeting at for months, dropping you onto it so he can cover you with his body. He presses you to the cushions and you can feel his growing erection through the material of your clothes, Katsuki's hands disappearing under your cropped hoodie to grab for the skin at your waist. His tongue slips into your mouth and you suck on it greedily, throwing the need for being careful out the window.

This might be the only chance you get. You aren't going to waste it worrying.

"Do you do this with all your friends?" You gasp as he breaks the kiss to nip your jaw, kissing a path down your neck so he can suck a bruise into the side of your throat, making your squirm and whine under him.

"No," he grunts, admiring his handiwork. "Jus' you." Katsuki pushes your sweater up, his rough thumb grazing over your nipple through your sports bra. As he makes a move to pull the fabric away you stiffen.

"What if someone comes in?" you breathe, your parted lips puffy from the intensity of his kissing. Like he was trying to mark your mouth too, ruin you for kissing anyone else.

He shrugs, pushing your sports bra up from the bottom to free your breasts. "I'll kill them," he says it so easily, like it was obvious, that you question if he's serious. But before you can get too deep in your head, Katsuki's thick fingers are pinching your nipples, his mouth returning to yours for a nibbling kiss.

Your hands drag down his back, interrupting your kiss briefly as you yank off his hoodie, his t-shirt coming along with it. For a second all you can do is just stare. He's covered in scars already and he's not even a pro-hero yet, his body a tapestry of hard years of training and working. It's fucking glorious.

"Whatcha lookin' at, nerd?" he growls, tweaking your nipple and making you cry out for the way your pussy throbs for him. If your neglected cunt doesn't get some attention soon, you think you're going to snap.

"Stop talking," you insist, grabbing his hair and leading him to your nipple. He takes it into his mouth for a long suck and you shudder. "Please—Katsu—I need you."

He groans and pulled back just enough to get his hands around the short's you're wearing, pulling them down to your knees. There will be time for exploring you with his mouth later—right now, Katsuki is too desperate to fill you up with him. You struggle to yank down his shorts, the pair of you laughing when Katsuki pop's the button for you, helping you to free his perfectly long, fat, and slightly curved cock.

He swipes his fingers through your folds, shivering at how wet you already are for him. "Such a needy little thing," he teases. "All of this is for me?"

You blush and turn your face but that same hand, fingers slick with your arousal catches your chin as he notches his cock at your entrance. "Look at me." he's demanding, but it sounds a lot like begging.

You look into his red eyes, finding a mirror of your own crushing need in his eyes.

Katsuki might be on top of you, but you are now painfully aware that you are the one in control here. That he's just as desperate for you as you are for him.

He takes him a few slow strokes until he's fully inside you, your tight cunt gripping him so tight that he's counting backwards from then just to stop himself from busting right there.

"Please," you beg, the rest of the sentence unsaid between you. Fuck me. Make me feel good. Use my body to make yourself come. They're all true.

Katsuki jerks into action. He's fucking you so hard that you can barely breath, the couch creaking with every punch of his hips as his swollen cock fills you again and again. Your fingers fly over your clit, desperate moans and whimpers escaping your lips with every breath. "Good girl," Katsuki grunts into your ear. "I want to see you cream all over my cock. Can you do that for me?"

Just like that you muscles tense, the intensity of his punishing fucking never slowing as he fucks you right through your orgasm.

"So good for me," he praises. "

You drag your nails down his back and he grunts, holding himself up with one hand on the arm of the sofa he's crushing you against to fuck into you even harder. "Going to paint your insides with my fuckin' cum, baby. Make you look real pretty for me."

You can do little more than cling to him now, your legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his ass to spur him along.

Katsuki's hips stutter and he growls, like he's irritated that his climax is coming. "Fuck," he groans punching into you with a few more erratic, scattered thrusts before he's stilling. "I—I wasn't—done yet." You know he's come, felt the hot splash inside you as climaxed, but Bakugou is still going, like he was personally offended you brought him to bliss so quickly. "I'm not—done!"

"Katsu—" you whimper, your eyes rolling back as he toys with your clit, you moan loudly when you come again, legs trembling. But still, Katsuki won't stop his onslaught. It's too much.

"Katsu— Please! We can do this again."

Katsuki stills then, his expression guarded as you look dreamily up at him. "...That so?"

"Yes, you idiot." you sigh, wrapping you arms around his neck and pulling him down for a clumsy kiss. "You're right,"

"Obviously," he scoffs, a little out of breath. Sweat is glistening on your bodies, he rubs his temple against yours, leaving you wet with him. A couple seconds pass, and when you don't continue he narrows his eyes on you. "About what?"

"We're friends."

Katsuki scowls. "No the fuck we ain't. You're my girlfriend, nerd."

You kiss him on the nose and he softens, his eyelids drooping in post-orgasm exhaustion. "Sure, I'll be your girlfriend."

"I wasn't asking." he insists, snuggling in closer to you.

"No way, don't fall asleep here, dickhead! Let's go back to my dorm." you insist and he groans.

"Okay, fine. Five more minutes."

"I swear to god Katsuki if you fall asleep—" you start but he's so cute while he cuddles you that you just let it go. If someone catches you, they catch you. Your boyfriend will beat their ass.

[mysteriesmuse]

🎵🎶And the Haters Gonna Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. But the Heroes Gonna Train, train, train, train, train. Baby I’m just trying to chill, for real.

—————

You could not find any reason to be bothered by school or work on this vacation however, your childhood friends could not seem to share in that sentiment with you . . . ———

you were busy lounging on deck, sipping a mimosa while the boys did laps around the boat. the constant splashing and competitive bickering completely manageable with your drink and book in hand. Mr. Bakugou also stood out on deck grilling up the mornings catch for lunch. His own little handheld radio out beside him as he watched the sizzling smoke and drippings of the fish. except either the radio was getting softer or the bickering and splashing was getting a lot-

“This is pretty fucking brillant, Deku. We can brawl out here no problem!” “Brawl?! Kacchan,”

boom. “ this is supposed to be routine sparing!” whoosh. “Hah? Fine. I’ll still beat you though! Land, air, or water!” Boom. Boom. Crack. Whooshing. Snap.

Masaru sighed, turning up the volume of the radio.

you hummed along to his exasperated sentiment. Focusing on trying not to let their fight distract you - you were just getting into the good part! Izuku and Katsuki fought each other like something straight out of a comic book. Katsuki’s glittering orange palms and Izuku’s glowing green tendrils as the two clashed in the sky. eventually plummeting back down into the ocean with a splash so violent that you and Mr. Bakugou nearly jumped out of your skin. Salty pellets of water misting down from the sky and creating that misty rainbow from the childhood garden hose. The two of you locked eyes before reoccupying yourself with your previous tasks. The slaps of wet feet approaching as they climbed back onto the deck of the ship. the drippings started splashing onto your page- gosh darn it! you were in the middle of the climax! You hastily tried waving them off with your freehand. “you better acknowledge them y/n. Stubborn as you kids all are, they’re just gonna keep crowding around you like that until you’re all drenched.” you groaned and shut your eyes. Uncle Masaru was right. “Fine. What do you two want?” “well we wanted to lift some weight.” Katsuki. you turned another page, “so? Go ahead, you won’t bother me one bit. As long as you do it over there,” you pointed, “so you don’t keep getting me wet.” “Y/N, but we need something to lift.” Izuku this time.

you groaned, slotting your finger between the pages as you turned to look at them. Wet hair brushed back to reveal their foreheads. A rare sight for Katsuki. A distinctly familiar look in both their eyes. Your eyes flashed between their faces, “aaaannd what does that have to do with me?” you huffed. A boyish grin spread across both of their faces. “Senior, you’re the perfect weight.” Katsuki chipped, Izuku nodding along enthusiastically. “I’m sorry, what?” Izuku beamed holding his hands together as he begged you with his puppy dog eyes, “Come on N/N, it’ll just be some push-ups-“

“- and dead lifts” Katsuki interjected. “-and you can even continue reading your book! We just need you to sit on our backs.” Katsuki added again, “actually, I need you to stay like a log. Don’t think y’can read on that one.” your mouth dropped as you stared them down. Okay, so this was real. You threw your hands up, “Of course, who brings weights onto a houseboat in the middle of the ocean when you have a perfectly good childhood friend to use.” “and- hey wait a minute don’t you have each other?” Kacchan groaned as Izuku answered, “well it doesn’t work that way because the other person does their abs and we flip off so we’re getting it done together, but not at the same time-“ Kacchan leaned down into your face, with a lopsided smirk, “Y/N if you don’t get up and put that book down I’m gonna pick you up right now and change gears to doing cardio because I’m gonna tickle you. Do y’er understand?” Izuku leapt to your defense, “Wait! You said we wouldn’t force her by tickling!” “ohhhh we always force her by tickling -“

That was enough incentive for you to leap out of your chair and attempt to make a head start and run away . . . you wriggled and wheezed in Katsukis arm as he held you up in the air with only one arm. Mercilessly holding up his other hand to your side, “wait, waaait. No, no, no!”

He chuckled, “what’d ya’ think you gonna do? Outrun two pro heroes? Tch- not so smart college girl. Sick her, Izuku.” Panic flared through your body as Izuku kneeled on the ground next to your kicking legs. They were gonna get two of your tickle spots at once, your tummy and the underside of your feet. Evil boys. “No. Please!” you wheezed wriggling against the single arm python around your torso. His fingers fluttering against every soft spot of your body, wiggling his nose into the crook of your neck as you shove against his hold. “I don’t know Y/N this works pretty well! Kacchan and I can swap out too.” Suddenly your ankle was caught and you gasped. An BIG mistake because the second you did that wet lips latched onto your neck blowing raspberries into your sensitive spot and more feather touches crawled their way from the bottom of your foot to behind your knee. Katsuki somehow found the oxygen to yell as his head came up between a sloppy and slobbery assault on your neck, “fucking brillant.”

[celestie0]

HI ELLIE!!! Omg, I just started reading IHM. I was originally going to hold off until it was done (or mostly done), because I'm a serial monogamist when it comes to a series (RIGHT NOW I AM LOYAL TO KICKOFF lol), but I ended up reading IHM anyways for some reason. I LOVE IT SOOOO MUCH. I know that we're only two chapters in, but I always love and adore how much thought goes into your characters and writing. I found myself giggling the whole way through lul. One thing I noticed after chapter 2 is as much as Gojo annoys reader, he's also strangely attentive to her needs and is a complete foil to Choso. I'm sure this was supposed to be obvious, but I thought it was very sweet how he called her beautiful in the dress (the same dress that Choso didn't acknowledge her in) and how the ring he picked for her was similar to one that she had saved in her wedding mood board. I'm pretty sure it's not exactly intentional on Gojo's part (or maybe it is?? hehe), but I thought it was an interesting detail. Also, I know this is within spoiler territory, so don't feel obligated to answer this, but how angsty will it get between reader and Gojo's relationship? :,) I know that they're both still healing from personal trauma from their past relationships, so will that come into play as they develop feelings for each other? It seems that Gojo is hesitant to talk about his divorce, so would that be a factor or an obstacle that will hinder him from getting too close to reader? Can't wait for future chapters!!! <3 Thank you for spoiling us *__*

OH MY LOVE THIS IS SO SWEET N CUTE N MADE MY ENTIRE DAY!!! PLS???

omg i feel you about the serial monogamy towards one series/show at a time 🤣 except for me it’s probs just hyperfixation 💀 but i’m so happy you decided to give ihm a read 🥺💕 it means sososososo much to me n i’m really excited for the seriesss

AWW IM GONNA SOB TYSM i have put quite a bit of thought into the characters in ihm bc i really want it to be like a web? of interactions btwn them all, and i’m so glad you saw that choso is foil to gojo!! yes!! he is very attentive to her, and i think sometimes it’s intentional n other times it’s just bc they’re meant to be honestly 😭💕 we’ll see that reader too is very vigilant too despite everything she’s got going on :”) i LOVED writing the scene where he calls her beautiful in the dress, every girl deserves to be called pretty in a dress she really adores!! and yeah the ring was totally coincidental but 🤣 again i guess they’re meant to be? hahaha

yesss i think there will be quite a bit of angst between the too, mostly surrounding their ex lovers, and just in general their pasts. i kinda wanted it where reader has lived in town her whole life (childhood home) whereas gojo mysteriously moved in next door less than a year ago, so they both don’t know much about each other despite being next door neighbors. but honestly i think a lot of the angst actually comes from secondary plotlines that end up bringing reader n gojo together!! but there will still be angst between them for suuuure 😭😔 yes gojo is very hesitant to speak up ab his divorce, sorry i simply cannot write gojo without avoidant personality bc i feel like he bottles up a lot in the show too so it just felt fitting 💀😞 but for reader too, i think she kinda…doesnt care to learn much about him as of right now bc she finds him annoying lol, and then later on when she has feelings i think it’ll be too painful for her to learn ab certain things too…so yes definitely i can see how they both would avoid their feelings and instead do the thing most adults do and joke about their feelings to lighten tension or completely avoid them all together 😃😃 (or do i just need therapy loool)

THANKS SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK my love :”) hope you have a wonderful day/evening/night!! much love from me <33

[doveabovetheworld]

Kieran Valentine x Male OC

Request: request from and OC made by @Smore_Monster

Tw: none just a touch of angst at the ending though

Summary: Ozzy Moo-ller just became the new kid at Monster High. He meets Kieran Valentine and develops a blossoming friendship with him, not knowing what his past was. Everyone told him what Kieran did trying to warn him about the vampire but he did what he wanted to do.

Word count: 5156

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I walked into my school for the first time with the feeling of anxiety going through my body. I moved from the south all the way to New Salem where my new school is at. I looked and saw monsters of all kinds walk through the Coffin Corridor. Everyone looked super nice but I still couldn’t help but feel a little scared.

I had to meet up with someone named Clawd Wolf since he was going to show me around the school. A tall werewolf with sweet golden eyes came up to me.

“Hey!” He started, “I’m Clawd Wolf. You must be Ozzy Moo-ller, am I right?”

He put his hand out to shake it. I took his hand and we started to walk around the school. He showed me around and let me know where the hotspots for fangouts were. He was really chill and he said that If I needed anything I could ask him.

The rest of the school day went on and I have to say, everyone is super nice. I think I’m definitely gonna enjoy it here.

~

After a few weeks of moving to Monster High, I made a few friends.

I was walking to Study Howl with my two friends Johnny Spirit and Operetta when I accidentally walked into someone.

“Oh my ghoul!” I said helping him up, “I’m so sorry.”

I looked in his bright rosy eyes for a second, fazed with a feeling of butterflies in my stomach.

“You’re fine.” He said as he walked away, his shaggy dark brown and red hair falling in front of his enchanting eyes before he moved it away.

I stood there for a second taking in the feelings I felt until Operetta shook my shoulder.

“You alright, hon?” She asked me.

“Yeah, I’m good.” I said turning to her and Johnny, “Who was that?”

“Trust me, you don’t want to get mixed up with him.” She said as we started walking.

“That’s Kieran Valentine. He’s awful.” Johnny spat in.

“Why? What’d he do?”

“You should ask Claw what happened.”

We walked the rest of the way to class while Johnny and Operetta would talk about music. I was quiet the whole time. I just couldn’t get his captivating eyes out of my mind. He seems so nice. I don’t know how he could be a bad monster.

~

After Study Howl I met up with Clawd and Dracularua, his ghoulfriend, to talk about Valentine and what happened between them. Clawd and Dracularua told me how he came to Monster High to steal Dracualrua’s love for power. I couldn’t really believe what they were saying… I mean he didn’t seem like the type of monster to do that.

I said thank you to them and left. On my way to my locker, I saw him again. He was standing by my locker reading a book.

“Hey!” I yelled, trying to get his attention.

He looked up with a puzzled expression. When he saw me, he closed his book and walked over to me.

“Hello,” He started saying, a fake southern accent coming out, “I was waiting for you.”

“What? Why?”

“You dropped this,” He held out one of my pins. I must’ve dropped it when we bumped into each other… He gave it back to me and started to walk away.

“Wait!” I spoke. He turned around. Those beautiful eyes looked back at me. “Do you maybe wanna walk with me to your next class?”

“Oh,” He started blushing and looked surprised that I asked him my question, “You want to walk with me?”

“I mean… yeah. That’s why I asked.”

“Well then I would love too.”

We walked and started talking about random things like where we use to live and things we liked. He was actually super chill.

~

It’s been about a couple months since Valentine and I became friends and I’ve been getting a lot of warnings from my friends saying how I should stay away from Valentine.

I know what he did in the past and I even talked to him about it. He told me exactly what Clawd and Dracularua told me and how he’s changed. He feels bad about what happened in the past and how he tried to make up for it. He did change, it's just no one would give him a chance.

Valentine and I were walking home from school when we saw Clawd and Draculaura. Clawd and I got into an argument a couple days ago because he found out how Valentine and I became friends.

Clawd started giving us glaring looks. Valentine seemed to be very uncomfortable and upset about how Clawd was looking at us. I know he tries his best to keep his distance from him.

We passed each other and kept walking. Valentine was quite the rest of the way. When we got to his house, he started to open his front door until I yelled his name. He turned around and I immediately remembered how beautiful and charming his eyes were.

“I want to tell you something, Valentine.” I uttered.

“What is it?”

“I really like you man. Like more than a friend should. More in a romantic way and I understand if you don’t like me back but I can’t help how I feel about you.”

“Oh…” He mumbled as he looked down. “Ozzy, I’m sorry but I’m dating someone already. I’m sorry if I led you on or anything.”

I looked at him and felt crushed.

“Who is it?” I asked, trying to keep my tears down.

“Spelldon Cauldronello…”

“Are you happy with him?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Well that’s all that matters then,” I said giving a sad smile. I walked away before he could say anything else to me.

I knew him and I wouldn’t be together. No matter how much I like him it wouldn’ happen. I knew it all along and yet I still made myself feel heartache. I guess it’s karma for how idiotic I was, right?

[mlmxreader]

Fear | Mother's Milk x m!reader

anonymous asked: please do a “Walk the fuck away” and “Who gives a shit?” with a Mother Milk x m!reader please! like maybe reader and Marvin are dating alr and reader wants to tell the boys ab them but Marvin is scared ab it, maybe they almost break up?

summary: it's the nature of time that all secrets must be brought to the light, but will Marvin actually agree to this one being known?

tws: swearing, mental illness (briefly mentioned a few times)

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It was the nature of time that secrets would eventually be brought to the light and that what was once a private issue would become everybody's issue; you and Marvin knew that, you were both painfully aware of it. Just as you were both painfully aware that if the Supes caught wind of the fact that you and Marvin together, they would surely use one of you to get to the other.

That was your original excuse for keeping your relationship hidden, at least; keep it hidden, keep each other safe. Keep Janine and Monique safe, too; you had no doubts that if the Supes knew that you were Marvin's boyfriend, they would surely use you to get to his family, too. You couldn't have that. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if something happened to them, after all, Monique was your best friend and you considered Janine as your own.

The last thing you wanted was to put them at risk. But now, there was no reason for you and Marvin to be so secretive about your relationship; you could have been open about it if you wanted to, but there were certain people that you knew you had to tell first. Those you called comrades, those you fought so proudly beside and who you came to consider family; you knew they had to be told first.

But while you were getting more used to the idea of people knowing that you and Marvin were boyfriends, he wasn't so keen; Soldier Boy was back in the picture, unpredictable and bigoted as he used to be, and Marvin was... he was struggling, massively. You could see it in his eyes, could see it in how his OCD was starting to act up. He was struggling with that cunt back in the picture. He was scared.

You supported him as best as you could, stayed glued to his side more often than not so at least he knew he wasn't alone; long days with nothing much going on spent with him trying to listen to his music to distract himself while you sat across the room and occasionally smiled at him. Just so he knew he wasn't alone. You weren't sure what else you could do; Butcher wouldn't let you kill Soldier Boy, and even if he did, that wasn't your revenge to take anyway.

You just did what you could and what he asked of you; it was the very bare minimum, but it was at least something. You still wanted to tell The Boys, though, and when Marvin reluctantly agreed to rejoin them despite Butcher's betrayal, you knew that the time wouldn't be far off; but Marvin was so scared, he didn't even ask you to watch Downtown Abbey with him during the quieter hours.

You decided that you had had enough when you were texting Monique about it, and with her advice under your belt, you waited until everyone was out; Butcher was getting coffee, Frenchie and Kimiko in charge of getting something from a takeaway, Hughie and Annie were sent to get pudding.

Just you and Marvin in that old shit hole that Butcher proudly called headquarters, the silence was giving you a fucking headache.

"For fuck's sake!"

He turned to look at you with his brows furrowed. "What?"

You sighed heavily. "We have to tell them."

His eyes widened, and he shook his head as he dared to approach, holding his hands out, his shoulders slumping when you placed your hands in his. "I know you want to, but it's not safe... I want to, too, but it's just not safe."

"You keep saying that," you pointed out. "But when is it ever gonna be safe, Marv?"

Marvin sighed, looking down at how your hands looked in his for a moment before he eventually brought his gaze to yours, swallowing so thickly that you heard it. "I don't know."

"We need to tell them," you insisted.

"Not yet," he shook his head. "Please, not yet."

There it was again. Nothing but fear in his eyes as he gave your hands a little squeeze. "No."

"Marvin-"

"It could put you at risk," he said quietly. "Even worse, putting you at risk could put Janine and Monique at risk... I don't wanna be the reason that my family dies."

You fell silent, just looking at him for a moment before you let go of his hands and took a step back; you couldn't do it, you knew you wouldn't be strong enough to cope with keeping the relationship a secret for much longer. "Then walk the fuck away."

Marvin shook his head, searching and scrambling for the right words to say; he didn't want to lose you, didn't want to break up just because he was scared. He didn't want to lose you, but he also didn't want to risk you getting hurt because of him; sure, pain and injury came with the territory of hunting Supes for a living, but he didn't want you to get hurt because of him. He wouldn't cope with that.

"I can't."

"You have to," you said quietly. "Marvin... I can't cope with being your dirty little secret."

"I know," he admitted, a little coarse in tone but he didn't mean it. He was fucking scared. "But I'm scared - I don't want you to get hurt because of me, I don't want you to die."

You shook your head. "That won't happen. You'll protect me."

"What if I can't?" He asked.

"Then I won't mind," you dared to crack a smile. "It won't be your fault, no matter what happens... I know you're scared, but so am I."

That took a certain amount of weight from his shoulders, knowing that it wasn't just him feeling the pressure, crumbling beneath it; chipped away piece by piece. He nodded. "So, you wanna tell 'em?"

"Yeah."

"Okay," he said slowly. "But promise me something."

"Anything."

He dared to make a move to get closer, slowly reaching out and taking your hands in his once again, his thumbs running up and down your knuckles as he tried to soothe himself a bit. "If something ever gets out of control, you get Monique and Janine, and you run as far as you can - without me."

"Marv..."

"Promise me," he said. "Please, just promise me that."

You didn't want to, you couldn't guarantee that you could keep them safe, but you would still try your best; they were his family, which meant that they were your family, as you would never deny that you loved them as much and the very same as he did. So you nodded. "Promise. If shit gets too much, I'll get Monique and Janine, and we'll run as far as we can."

"Thank you," he breathed out, daring to pull you as close as he could so that he could wrap his arms around you. It wouldn't stop his paranoia, wouldn't stop his fear and certainly wouldn't stop his delusions or his anxiety - but it was something; he could trust you. "I love you."

"I love you, too," you whispered against him, holding onto him just as tightly. "So... we're gonna tell everyone?"

Marvin nodded. "Yeah, when they get back."

"Guarantee you that Butcher will ask who gives a shit?" You joked softly, and when he laughed, you could finally fully relax.

A little promise wouldn't fix everything, it wouldn't even fix the little things or even change them, but it was something; he needed to hear it, and if you were honest, hearing him laugh for the first time since Soldier Boy was brought back made it all worth it. You would have stolen the moon just to hear him laugh again, would have held the cast and crew of Downtown Abbey at gunpoint and forced them to make a new season.

"He'll probably already know you're my boyfriend," Marvin murmured. "Same with Frenchie."

"I guarantee you it'll be Kimiko, if anyone."

"Alright," he snuck his hand down to your back pocket, gently tapping the one where your wallet was tucked away. "You're on."

[haemosexuality]

i went insane rambling on the tags of this post about princess bubblegum and ran out of space so i copy pasted it here so i could finish writing. under read more bc idk

tbf i dont think i would say pb is like... Good. well actually. wait. im gonna go on a rant.

i think it depends on how we classify ''good''. what makes someone a good person? what makes someone evil? thoughts or actions‚ past or present‚ etc. i honestly dont think i can firmly say bubblegum is either good or evil. shes one of the few truly morally grey characters ive seen. like

no matter what you think makes someone good or bad she has most certainly been bad in every single way. and also good in every single way. hm.

. she is not a naturally empathetic person. thats not to say she doesnt care about people‚ she does‚ and sometimes those feelings influence her actions a Lot even if she doesnt realize it. but also‚ even when it comes to those she cares about‚ emotional empathy is a struggle. shes the definition of thoughts over feelings 100% scientific brain facts and logic. she is Very egoistical‚ she likes being in control and having power over people (not bc shes power hungry per se but bc thats the best way to keep control over others. shes Logical. and if she has control than nothing can go wrong)‚ she likes not being questioned and she did and still does often disregard other peoples rights and privacy to get what she wants and to be on top/have control over them. she does care‚ about a bunch of different things in a bunch of different ways‚ but caring about someone/multiple ppl and naturally feeling empathy are different things. she needs to make an effort to take other peoples feelings into consideration‚ and while not feeling empathy and etc obviously has absolutely NOTHING to do with morality‚ the thing about pb is that most of the time she does not make that effort‚ and actively does things that hurt other people for her own gain‚ or for Science™ or the Kingdom™. she doesn't care ab how other people feel or their privacy and she does like government crimes and mass murders and a surveillance state about it. she cares deeply about her people for example‚ but not really them as individuals‚ shown when she likes fucking kills them or put cameras on their bodies etc. shes more worried about them surviving than their autonomy. she cares about finn‚ but specially at the beginning she treats him more as an asset than anything‚ and does shit like implant a gps on him without him knowing. and while shes Always liked control and been all logical alpha brain and shit‚ and struggled with sympathy‚ she used to care a lot lot more. or better, she used to Allow herself to care and to love and to feel‚ she build herself a family because she felt lonely and she loved marceline deeply. but like the post and the show said she kept being hurt and she needed to protect an entire kingdom alone‚ which meant repressing all that to fucking hell and back. so she slowly just build up and let her ''no sympathy no feelings only Facts And Science'' side rule until she forgot anything else

and thats how we meet bubblegum in the show: manipulative and head of a dictatorship and with no one she truly cared about close to her, doing awful awful things and not taking time to remember about others. what are morals. being just so very fucked up

like

your thoughts and brain and whatever do not make you evil. your actions do. but her actions are terrible and she does the things she does bc sympathy and caring do not come naturally for her, but being waaay to super mega smart and wanting control Do and she has hardened and isolated herself enough that she has no one to like, pull her out of that. keep her in check. remind her to make an effort to consider other people.

in the show, we see her begin to try and be good again. by letting other people in, by letting herself feel, letting herself be a Person outside of being a Princess and a Ruler and a Scientist, she begins to make that effort again. and bc shes like a war criminal that comes not only in the form of apologizing for those who are or were close to her and she was awful too, but also destroying the surveillance system and stop spying on people. she tries to begin having good actions. she realizes what she had been doing, and feels guilty about it (for... probably the first time honestly. she was very indifferent about it before. everything she did was the most logical thing to do, after all.) i say shes still firmly morally grey tho bc while shes no longer like Evil, she still. goes back to spying on people and etc. shes still Like That, just toned down. all that show that while shes getting Better shes still not good, and probably will never be, because thats just how she is. crazy scientist manipulative pink candy princess. shes the best

she was also never truly evil tho bc even at her worse her actions were not to cause harm! Most Of The Time! and when they were to cause harm it wasnt just bc she was idk a sadist or something, it was with a goal (usually the neutral goal of Science or the good goal of protecting her people) in mind! Theyre still not excusable tho bc they did cause harm! a lot! to a bunch of different people! and like she does care a lot she loves marceline she loves finn she loves netty and she loved shoko but she just doesnt KNOW how to love people and all of those feelings are like behind a brick wall in her brain so she just tries to science everything out and it doesnt always work. like ARGH such a good character. such a good morally grey character. i ❤ bubblegum. i love watching the show and flinching at all the terrible shit she does and being like jesus christ bubblegum what the fuck

anyways here are more good pb analysis

xxxxx

i want to keep ADDING THINGS but this is huge so im just gonna reblog a bunch of posts ab her now goodbye

[granitenotgranted]

I'm gonna need ur reaction and thoughts about the RaM finale once you've watched it

I only watched it yesterday so im not gonna have any hot and spicy new takes for yall but ya girl DID have some thoughts lets go (obviously spoiler warning)

thank you SO SO much for asking!! I’m honored that you want my takes<33

Listen I hate to say it but I KNEW IT WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE!! GOD!!! 😭😭😭

I just need to come out here and say this but first of all I dont think Rick replacing himself was really a bad thing,,,, like at all LMAO especially knowing that it was Rick who made him I mean it was more than just a replacement he was made to be the grandpa he wants for morty but he just knows he can’t be right now.

I can fully understand how it would absolutely feel like a betrayal to Morty but looking at it as a viewer I mean Rick was fully spiraling, to me his intentions were completely pure. Also I thik im just grateful they gave us a time stamp for when the swap was made so we didnt have to wonder forever how much of Rick this season was Rick. He still did piss master, he still kept Jerry blissfully ignorant just out of good will, he STILL WILLINGLY WENT TO THERAPY. All these wouldve been out the window if theyd overlooked that detail. 

Him recognizing that he was starting to go off the deep end again and not only removing himself but having his familys best interest in mind ( “Im no good to anyone until I resolve this” ) while doing so AND literally while mad at Morty is still INSANE character growth from where we started but this way is REALISTIC character growth. It was WEIRD how black and white the difference between literally yhe last two episodes and even just the rest of the season (which has famously been Rick in his peak good grandpa career) was. At some points it felt like I was reading fanfiction.

(Why do his knees look like that oh my god) Rick is fully capable of recognizing where he can be better, he always has been, he is not stupid *however* he is CLUTCHING onto the idea of being more logical than sentimental by the fucking neck rn. Men will literally build an anatomically flawless ai to be the perfectly calculated percentage nicer to their grandson and to be the man they wish they were before just going back to therapy.

Someone else mentioned this but ill also point out how much I appreciated just seeing Rick working? Like just in his space completely focused building shit with his brain and hands that hit the fucking spot. 9/10 times we only get the finished product and idk if its just me but I love when we SEE Rick living up to the Rick Sanchez tm reputation.

And Morty... my sweet summer child. It is not at all a shiny new take to say oh he’s so done with ricks shit we all know that but I really really want to point out something that I’m not really sure what point I’m trying to make with but have we noticed almost a switch morty flips when on adventures? He cried because Christmas was ruined like not even a full 6 hours before he was fully ready to kill a man while looking him in the eyes. Maybe the two were cause and effect idk bht I think that’s definitely something present in other episodes too this sorta “just get it done” attitude.

Also how much he sounded like rick this ep? That whole “don’t be too flattered he’s been actively trying to die” sounded EXACTLY like a Rick line I literally had to play it again. And the complete apathy for robo rick wanting to die until he ACTUALLY lunged himself into the void was also just textbook rick bullshit. Like grandfather like goddamn grandson.

The ending to me was a little disappointing tbh I think I was hoping for a more,,, structured? Cliffhanger? Like we dk what’s gonna happen in this storyline instead of the introduction to a new storyline yk? MAYBEEE I’m just salty we have to wait another year for more you can’t prove anything.

Rick being borderline manic ab RP at the end was my favorite it’s nice to see him just rant ab anything really and like not make some bullshit elaborate Halloween house to take his anger out but just legit vent ab what this guys been doing to him for the past fucking 40 years. I didn’t even notice the ep was over when the credits rolled in my mind we were only like 10 minutes in and I lost my MIND when mr poopy butthole pulled up again good to see he’s thriving (kinda)

On a final note when he called him Rick prime please let me know if I’m off but is that not an internet term for him? Like the fandom came up with it? Rick and morty writers are tumblerinas confirmed question mark?

And lastly: Neurotypical. Cooties.

[pirate-fan-rachelle]

Note: this Gijinka sketch was made in Dec 26 2022

An idea I made year ago!

(Long post ahead)

So..I had this idea during my MU phase and that idea is "what if Johnny has a human friend?"

Sully have Boo, so I thought "You know what? I'm gonna give this Monster a little friend"

So say hello to Sammy!

(2nd note: I was joking on this old sketch about Johnny adopting the child, but, he does gives off the father figure to Sam, because I love Johnny)

(Old quick sketch from Dec 29 2022 that has been redrawn today)

Undercut will show my early concept of this au

In the early concept, Sam is a 4 y/o boy who loves bug, and since his mom work as a entomologist, he's allowed to keep a stag bettle as his pet.

How did Sam met Johnny?

Well...it's still in WIP, in the beta concept,

It takes place right after Monster Inc Movie

Lets just say, Sam accidentally met Johnny somewhere which actually scared Johnny himself (3rd note: I just wanna assume that he still think that human are toxic)

It's like when Sully & Mike are dealing with Boo at their apartment (but slightly different?)

Until someone convinced him that Sam wasn't dangerous

Time skip, One day Johnny finally became Sammy's friend.

So when it's night time, he wait for Johnny to come by just to pick him up to play with him.

Also, Sammy nickname Johnny "Beetle" because his big horn reminded him his pet Stag beetle 🪲

Most part of the stories are pretty obvious that it's still WP / unfinished, and the reason are:

- I don't even know what Johnny's home looked like (assumed he lived in a mansion or something), plus we don't know what Fear Co. Even look like on the inside (if this was necessary to this idea of mine?)

- I'm bad at writing a canon characters' accurate personalities & action (ex. What they do, how they talk and so on..)

- I might have forgotten a lot of parts about MI & MU's stories (I'm not good at remembering thing easily)

- I'm not good at making story, so I wasn't able to execute it well (due to my bad English and grammar and also lack of making good story, I think? English is not my first language anyway nor was I a good writer)

- Lastly, I'm still deciding whether I should make this into a 4 panel mini comic series or not (I was inspired from a certain game creator who made a 4koma series of their new game)

And...that's pretty much it,

Boi was this a long post compared to the post I made about my AB oc's design.

I know this was just a silly idea of mine but I still love this concept regardless.

I'm nervous to post this i public cuz' I think people might find my idea to be weird but I just had this random burst of energy of writing this post from 1 - 2 AM (yes you read that correctly).

Thank you for your time reading this!

End of post, back to sleep 🛌💤

[lusthurts]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @daisyishedwig, and I know it's not Wednesday anymore but I totally spaced and got busy on Wednesday and missed this so here you go now! thank you for the tag :)

I have a few things I'm working on right now - the first is the How Bright We Burn sequel. Before the sequel, there is going to be a little summer fic that's probably something like 20k and covers the months between junior and senior year. Here is a bit of that:

It’s easy to fall into a routine. They start each morning at a little French café Sebastian found in Columbus, Mon Petit Chéri. Their pastries are to die for, and their coffee is even better. All the walls are a mix of exposed brick and dark red paint that makes Blaine feel like he’s living in Gilmore Girls, and the two of them can easily get lost in each other’s words or books for hours before it even occurs to them that they could do anything else. There’s a cart of old French books at the front of the café, meant to read while you’re inside, but Sebastian’s on a first name basis with all the baristas now, so they let him take them home as long as he promises to return them. By the end of the second week, he’s made it through half the books already, and every time he finds a good one, he passes it off to Blaine.  “I can’t read this,” Blaine says, passing each book back.  “Try,” Sebastian insists. “It’s incredible. I’ll help you out if you miss any of the words.” 

The second is this college AU where Sebastian is a TA and Blaine is in undergrad - it is very much a work in progress, and I'm not sure when I'll post it, but here's a little bit of that.

“We have to stop meeting like this,” Sebastian says, gesturing toward his soaked sweater.  Blaine distantly wonders why Sebastian isn't following after Eric, but he doesn't have the guts to ask. “Please, this is way more embarrassing for me.”  “Everyone in college has been walked in on mid blow job. But I’m at a party full of mostly undergrads covered in some disgusting concoction only seen before at frat parties. Trust me, I win,” Sebastian points out, lifting the bottom of his sweater in an attempt to dry the top half. Blaine can't help but look down as a small sliver of Sebastian’s abs is revealed. God, why does he have to be so perfect? “Assuming the twink is done sucking you off?”  Blaine can't figure out how the hell Sebastian is so confident and comfortable asking about this when he's just had a drink tossed in his face. “Sorry you had to see that,” Blaine says, looking down at his feet hoping he has a chance of concealing the blush on his cheeks.  “No worries. Happens all the time. But a word of advice?” Sebastian asks, finally putting his sweater back into place and giving up hope that he can dry himself off. Blaine nods, grateful for anything that might make this less embarrassing. “If you’re gonna hook up with someone at a party, at least lock the door.” 

I'll tag @calsvoid and also anyone else who wants to share! feel free to wait until it's actually wednesday again haha I was just excited !

[tkblythofficial]

I’ve read a little bit of anons so I’m gonna give my view on things from someone who’s not super fully in the fandom. This is just my opinion, I’m not trying to start anything or bring anyone down, just being honest from my pov on things.

1. Idk if he (Josh) really took the role because of rachel but when he mentioned the audition process I took it as a joke when Rachel and Tom said to not mention it because they were giggly too, so to me it didn’t seem serious imo.

2. Relationship wise, I really don’t care about R & J like that. If they’re happy good for them and that’s it to me, I’m not invested in them if that makes sense. The whole age discourse thing to me it’s a 50/50 thing. What I mean is that while I get people’s concerns (rightfully so) about what *maybe* did happen in terms of timelines, Josh and Rachel getting together and all of that, we also need to acknowledge that Rachel also knew and knows what she was doing at the time. And idk if people have mentioned her parents but we also should keep in mind that they also most likely approved of the relationship. Now, who knows what will happen in the future, only they know but overall I wish Rachel the best regardless of relationship or no relationship.

3. Tom and his gf. I really have nothing to say just that it seems they both value privacy over everything so that’s something really good for them. Which this is something i wish R and J would do. For example, look at Tom and Zendaya, everyone knows they’re in a beautiful relationship and that’s it, they don’t know details and stuff because both Tom and Z value their privacy, as in they keep the relationship to themselves. Rachel is way too online and I wish she would keep it a bit more to herself. Sharing too much can be bad at times. It also helps that Tom is hardly on social media. Now this is deuxmoi so it’s a hit or miss when it comes to them but they did mention that Tom and his gf met at Juilliard, so there’s a chance they’ve been together for longer than we might know? After all he did mentioned living with her in a Billy The Kid interview for season 1. And again, if they’re happy good for them!

4. Right now I see Rachel and Tom as platonic best friends. And we all know a man and a woman can be friends and be strictly platonic, there’s nothing wrong with that. But never say never because we don’t know what the future holds. I just hope this friendship of theirs regardless of anything, stays there. They have a beautiful dynamic and it’s very wonderful to see.

I’m so sorry this is long but I just wanted to share my pov 😭 Hope you’re well!!

Hello! I welcome different opinions and perspectives :)

1. I think they were laughing at the way J was telling the story, not the actually story itself if that makes sense. T and R jokingly said he shouldn’t be sharing this story but I think they were serious. Some things shouldn’t be shared imo. That’s like jokingly telling your boss that you didn’t prepare for the interview after you got the job. Your boss may laugh but it’s not a good thing to say out loud, y’know?

2. Agree to disagree! I think it’s hard as a parent to tell your famous daughter/young adult who not to date. There’s also the added element that R might be providing for them so most parents won’t say anything if their child is taking care of them financially. If they don’t like J, they’ll never say it. You’re right to some extent - R makes her own choices but there’s a lot of circumstances that can lead people into a bad relationship without realizing it. My main issue is if you have to wait until someone is of age to date them, it’s problematic. Take B3y0nce and Jay 💤 for example. Beyoncé “met” him at 18 and they began dating like 2 years later. Sure she’s an adult and can make her own decisions but lines got blurred easily in situations like that.

3. I agree with this! They did meet at Juilliard and they’ve been dating for least 6 years if that’s the case. Just remembered the interview you’re talking about. They live together in Brooklyn and their relationship survived the pandemic so it’s obvious they’re solid at the moment. Anything can happen in the future though.

As for R, I agree actually. I love her interactions with fans, it’s so sweet, but she needs to take a break especially in the upcoming year. After SW releases, she should be fine. I think privacy and social media is the biggest challenge in her life right now, opposite of T who craves privacy and wants to be offline as much as possible. Perhaps he can help her lol.

4. Yes they’re friends for now! Which is fine and great by me. All my ships have started off as friends and eventually moved to lovers so who knows ;)

Also I love long asks and don’t mind you sharing your POV even if you disagree with me! Have a good day/night! :)

[coldcanadianwinters]

Bad Dog Bites and Original Bad Dog Bites!

oooooo baby okay okay SO STRAP IN FOR A LONG EXPLANATION HAHA I'll put it under a read-more bc I KINDA WENT BUCKWILD WITH THIS EXPLANATION I'M SORRY JUBES

:') I'M JUST EXCITED

To preface, I actually lied when I replied to your post first - in fact SIX of those fics are crossovers between the two Personas that I've played (4 and 5) lmfao and that includes both versions of BDB :)

Originally, the fic was supposed to take place immediately after Royal, and Akechi's alive and contacted by Sae bc my theory is that it was her officers that was escorting him back to somewhere when you catch a glimpse of him at the very end of the game through the train window. The idea was that, now that she's transitioning to being a defense lawyer, Sae's noticing a lot more of an uptick in corruption through the government, and especially noticing shit to do with the shadow world, whether that be Metaverse or otherwise. So she's bringing in the guy who's in hiding and who she can like use some leverage over (seeing as the Phantom Thieves are supposed to be disbanded now and they're going their separate ways so she can't just employ them for this) and who also has Persona powers, and ask him to help her deal with this. But she also knows that the shadow world is dangerous to deal with on its own... and I know that the government has records of Naoto having Persona powers (thank you beginning of P4 Arena lmfao - I haven't finished watching the playthrough that I found of that one tho bc I realised that P4A has so many spoilers for P3 and I don't want that yet soooo I'll just have to wait until after I play P3 to finish that vid haha), so to help him, she calls in the first Detective Prince.

The goofs and gaffs were gonna come from the fact that, if they met in canon (PQ2 doesn't count in this situation bc I haven't played it yet LMAO), they would immediately hate each other hsgfh and then they'd slowly grow to trust each other in combat, even if they do absolutely hate each other, and it would come to a head when they get surrounded, probably in the TV World bc they're gonna be bouncing back and forth between each other's worlds (and the P3 shadow world - Tartarus? - but I first gotta play that game first *squeezes my hands into fists* so) and are forced to perform a Showtime where, since both of them and their Personas can learn Megidolaon, they basically do this little theatrical show of 'hey I can do things better than you watch!' and then annihilate the surroundings and the shadows by using that move at once together. And then after that they would have to deal with the fact that hey, the other one actually is willing to work with me and keep the both of us from getting killed... huh....

I thought it was a cool idea, though like the majority of the plot is wholly obscured to me bc I didn't really have an end goal besides making Akechi eventually go back to Leblanc and see the P5 protag again, though maybe it could be something similar to P5 where they take down a major political figure? or like the lead scientist trying to use the shadows for their own evil will or something, and I also didn't have most of the middle stuff ready, just like key scenes that I'd dreamt up and stuff haha

But then the second version, which is the one just titled Bad Dog Bites now, has some different stuff going on - this time, it's 4 years after the end of P5, so Akechi's been in hiding for a while after having survived back then, and he's probably doing something but he's really secretive and on the dl about it. He doesn't want to be found by the authorities so he changes address and phone number constantly, I've written him relatively ooc rn but I'm working on fixing that lmfao, he's got some shit to deal with and he definitely doesn't want to be found by the former Phantom Thieves.

The idea is the fic opens up in Akechi's current apartment, and he's doing something at his desk that the audience isn't allowed to fully know about yet, when someone knocks on his door. He's obviously suspicious, and when he goes to peek through his peep hole and then after crack the door with the chain in, Naoto is there, and when he lets the original DP in, they explain to him (after some like banter, immediate hate bc they would hate each other hghs, and some coaxing of information) that they've been hired to help hunt him down (and though they don't say by who, Naoto was def hired by the P5 protag, but like 3-ish years ago, so instead of telling him that, Naoto tells him they were hired recently by Sae, bc that'll also technically be true).

Actually, I might add in, too, that the TV World fog was seeping into Akechi's apartment and that helped Naoto hunt him down? I think that could be interesting... and Akechi doesn't notice bc it's been a slow build, but something across Japan has been causing the walls of the TV World to thin (and maybe also the Metaverse and Tartarus bounds) and let them seep into the real world, which of course is a problem. This'll tie well into my plan for this fic too - the pair of Detective Princes get contracted to dive into the various shadow worlds at random by government agents so that scientists can test the reactions of Shadows and stuff, etc etc basically they gotta play along until they can target the head of this evil government snake organization and take it down together swiftly and effectively, giving info back to Sae for safekeeping and occasionally bumping into other major characters from the games. And at the end, they find where all three of these shadow worlds are converged and have to fight the big bad boss down there to separate Tartarus, the TV World, and the Metaverse again and also separate all three from the real world once more.

There'll be changing perspectives between Akechi's pov and Naoto's pov, changing probably either chapter to chapter or every other chapter, depending on the vibes haha, and in the end, when they do take down the big bad (both of the shadow worlds and the head organizer of this whole thing who's trying to control the shadow worlds), or maybe after, then Akechi is forced to realise that hey actually living in isolation like he had been sucks shit and makes plans to meet up with the p5 protag. Maybe he even does meet up with him, at the end of the fic, I haven't decided yet haha

I'll still be keeping the Showtime idea that I had bc ngl that scene drove a lot of my want to write this fic in the first place, though I still gotta finagle a way of making it written out as cool as it was in my head without being either over- or under-explained and flashy, idk haha, but beyond that and Naoto and Akechi forced to work together their plots were gonna be actually really different. Plus, I figured I could maybe do more with their characters, because for Akechi it's 4 years later so he's like 20-21, but for Naoto, it's been a Hot Minute since they've had to go about doing shadow world stuff I think (though maybe I'm wrong and they've been doing shadow world stuff this whole time! idk), so they're now 24-25 and Working Through It haha

Anyways! That's the whole idea 🫠 I know this was a really long reply but I just,,, I've been thinking about this fic a whole bunch haha

There's still some things I gotta tweak out still, and I gotta actually write the damned thing too, but! There ya go haha