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no listen. yunho's the type to drink for you at parties. the taste of alcohol makes you gag, not to mention you can't drink to save your lifeâtwo shots and you're out. so when the guys start chanting for you to chug the remaining whiskey straight from the bottle, you're terrified. that's a death sentence for you and yunho knows it. without a word, he grabs the bottle from your hand and starts skulling down the liquid like it's nothing, whiskey spilling down his chin and neck, soaking his shirt. "i told you fuckers she's not drinking." his voice is stern, his glare so sharp the room grows quiet. then he turns to you with the softest gaze, "let's get outta here". there's something so hot about tipsy! stern! protective! yunho that makes your heart skip like he looks so unaffected but his breath reeks of alcoholâall the shots he's taken for you just so you don't have to ever taste bitterness. you're his soft spot; his only weakness. you can never tell if yunho's drunk, and that makes you nervous. because what if he's just joking when he teases you with the cutest smirk "do you like me?" what if it's just the alcohol acting up when he pulls you into his lap so you won't have to sit next to a group of strangers on the crowded couch. what if all this is just a mistake? but when he wraps his arms around you protectively and tells you no one's touching you as long as he's here, you know everything's real. the heat from his body, his breath on your lips. "so do i get a reward for helping you, pretty girl?" omggg im dizzy
#yunho#ateez#yunho x reader#yunho fluff#ateez x reader#ateez fluff#ateez scenarios#yunho scenarios#yunho imagines#ateez timestamps#bro im holding back squeals at work
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... hubby!Gojo with a huge breeding kink who just obsesses over you when you're ovulating and can't think about anything else but fucking a baby into your hips.
+ warnings; mdni, breeding kink, some dumbification
+ an; I literally had this idea in my drafts for a year... đł
Maybe he's got a freaky sixth sense, maybe it's just because he's got heightened senses, or maybe there's some scientific studies to back it up; but Gojo can smell when you're ovulating. And it turns him on â of course it does. He has a bigger breeding kink than you do.
"Oh, you're ovulating." he notes after sniffing your skin... and you do a double take like he's insane. Because he is insane â you married a madman.
He pays closer attention to your cycle than you do, reminding you to mark down when you get your period, and coddling you in the days leading up to ovulation.
"Satoru, it's just an estimation." you tell him, but he's got a glow in his eyes when he sees your period tracker app telling him that today's your most fertile day â if he cums in you today, it's basically guaranteed.
He researches positions that help conception, bends and pushes you into them, and fucks you deep with his thick cock, going harder on your poor hole than he normally does â grunting more than he normally does, throbbing more than he normally does... like it just awakens something primal in him, and now he's obsessively fucking you like he has no other purpose but to breed his sweet little wife.
"Nn! Satoruuu!" you whine and paw at his torso, your walls overwhelmed by the pressure of his cock splitting you open.
"Yes babyyy?" he coos, giving you a crooked, blissed-out smile as he tilts his head.
There's sweat dripping off his abs, his pink nipples are hard, his biceps are twitching, and he's running one hand through his dampened white hair as he stills inside you for a moment.
"'s too deep!" you moan lewdly, a bit of drool escaping the corner of your mouth.
"...aw, I know I'm just too big for ya, huh?" he coos cockily; hearing you tell him that he's 'too big' never gets old.
He's so determined to give you his baby that he tries everything to increase the chances; staying inside you for 5 minutes after shooting his load in, having you rest with a pillow under your back so your hips are raised â "Gotta help my lil' guys swim." he acts like an idiot about it, but sweetly so. Nothing excites him more than the idea of being a dad, except the idea of fathering your children.
After sex, when the two of you are cleaning up, Satoru feels over and massages your tummy with a small smile on his face. He's lost in thought, hair all messy and face tired like he's run a marathon, hopeful that this time he got you pregnant.
He'll pamper you like his queen, humming and going to the ends of the earth to get you anything you ask for. He really fawns over you when you're ovulating, and lays on the compliments thick while snuggling your neck and creeping his fingers up your thighs â pretty soon he'll sink them inside and stretch you out on them, preparing you for what he cutely calls "baby making" but is actually sweaty, nasty, kinky sex â there's a definite difference in the cute, snuggly sex and the literal breeding sessions no matter how much he plays it off.
"Satoru... my legs are still weak after this morning, give me a break, will you?"
"Aw come on, this is an innocent request... and if babymaking happens, it happens..." he mutters the last part under his breath.
"You're crazy."
But you know you're gonna fall for it after you take one look at his rock-hard, juicy pink, dummy big cock and those breeder balls.
He just beams victoriously when you hop over to him like a little bunny.
Satoru's pushes into you as deep as your pussy allows him, and then some more just to pressure your deepest spot, pinning your wrists down and whispering sultrily into your ear about how well you take him, how beautiful you look, how good it feels to fuck your fertile pussy knowing that he'll most definitely get you pregnant because his cum is perfect; thick and sticky and gooey and pungent, perfect just like he is â the cocky bastard.
When his creampies makes you cum, A-spot pressured with his pulsing tip, he grins so wide that you scold him about it.
"Stop grinning like a psychopath." you pant.
He just looks up at you, face hardly an inch away, and asks a dumb, smiley "D'you feel pregnant?" ... as if it happens so fast.
"Gee, I don't know, we should go again just to make sure â that was a joke, that was a joke! Nn! Satoru!" too late, he's flipping you over and slowly filling you up again.
And oh god Satoru loves sliding back in for round twos. The smell of sex and cum wafting up and hitting his nose just makes him plunge back into your cum-filled little hole with only one thing in mind and that is breeding you 'till you're stuffed to the max.
"Come on, y' gonna be a good wifey for me and get knocked up?" he rasps against your ear, thrusting his cock up into your sensitive spots until his creampies turn into whipped cream, frothed up and milky-white and smeared on your pussy lips.
Like the nasty boy he is (and always has been, even before marriage), Satoru forces your head down and makes you watch him fuck his dummy big cock into you.
"Yeah, watch that cock fill you up... look at all my cum leaking out..." he tuts, "... don't be so wasteful, baby... oh well, 'm gonna fuck it back into you anyways. Come on, let me in deeper â aw, what's wrong?" he coos when you claw at his meaty bicep.
"'toruuu, so deep! Y-you're so fucking deep, I can't think..."
His heart pangs when he hears you complain about being too stuffed, "Oh baby you don't need to think, just lay there and let me put a baby in your sweet pussy â gonna fuck you so dumb, the only name you'll remember is mine."
Of course, he has to get a creampie in every day. Sometimes even a few times a day. Sometimes even at 4 AM, and you swat him for being a horny idiot â but it takes five minutes to give in because you can hear the need in his voice when he whines "Please?" and starts humping against you, "I've got so much cum for you." he tells you and though it sounds so sweet in his soft, bedroom voice it's hard to take him as an innocent man, because his thick boner is grinding hard and hot between your plush lips.
You can bet you'll probably only get to sleep when the birds are chirping, 'cause your hubby's balls are too heavy and full of cum and he needs to drain himself inside you â oh, and you can also bet that afterwards he will be sleeping like a princess, clinging to you with his face snuggled into your tummy.
#mdni#tw: smut#gojo#gojo smut#gojo x reader smut#gojo x reader#jjk smut#jjk x reader smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo satoru smut#satoru smut#satoru gojo smut#satoru gojo x reader#jjk x reader#jjk#gojo satoru#smut#fluff
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On one hand, Ive been saying ever since Kuro Neko that Marinette has a god and victim complex and thinks reality starts and ends with her which constantly leads to people ending up much worse for it (Adrichat in particular) and nothing significant getting fucking done because of how irrelevant Marinette herself is
So sure, you can bet your ass i feel validated by the "Ladybug will decide for the world what the truth is" development and how much worse everything is clearly about to get. In that sense, I'll sure have the time of my life now lol
But on the other hand, nah, I still never wanted this. I'll have my fun with it now that I'm proven right because of how awful the emotional journey was for me watching all this unfold. I wasn't even surprised by Kwamis Choice or the season 5 finale, that was imo obvious ever since season 4. At this point, I'll just enjoy it as a salty bitch. Fuck it, I earned that when I called these awful plot resolutions years ago and I only get further validated for what I "salted" on Marinette.
Or, wait. Is it even SALT when I continue to be proven right over and over again? Sounds like I'm reading it RIGHT while Marinette fans still go on disregarding 90% of the show and then call themselves FANS Lol
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What a time for the fandom, when describing what happens in canon counts as salt. Every single time "non-salty" people describe the actual, canon episodes, they have to accompany it with constant refrains of âbut Marinette is really stressedâ, âbut Marinette is in a really difficult spotâ, âbut Marinette isnât the only one doing these thingsâ, âbut Marinette is too young to be in this situationâ or my beloathed âbut Marinette has good intentionsâ.
That's why I've decided to embrace the salt.
Here's a really salty take: if Marinette is so incapable of answering for her actions, then maybe she shouldnât be taking on so many responsibilities to begin with. According to all these defenses of Marinette, these supposed good faith takes on her behavior, she is too incompetent or emotionally compromised to be expected to act in a moral way, too young to make sound decisions about anything, too paranoid or blinded by her own sense of moral superiority to take perspectives other than her own into account and too weak mentally to handle her boyfriend having emotional needs.
If Marinette really is this incompetent and incapable, maybe she shouldnât be having everyone else lie to Adrien based on her judgment call. If she really is so mentally weak that she canât handle the grieving and changing of his world view that her boyfriend needs to go through in order to live his life to the fullest (or as fullest as a remote control robot can get), maybe she should just leave that to the other people in the know. Kagami wants to tell Adrien the truth, let her. And let her deal with the aftermath, too. Meanwhile Marinette can just skip off to be worshiped by her parents, friends and ex boyfriend, now that heâs back in town.
Yeah, Marinette would be the most selfish girlfriend ever for just dumping Adrien until he stops being sad, but sheâs being one regardless. The only thing different is that then Adrien would know and maybe heâd reconsider if such a one-sided relationship where heâs expected to give all the support while receiving none in return is what he really wants and needs. Maybe Adrien should know, not only what he is and who his dad really was, but who his girlfriend really is: someone too weak to be his partner not only for the better, but also the worse.
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Kid Ica- sorry, Pit.
Oh neat. Finally we end this long session with this sweet boy. :>
Send Me a Character
And I will tell you my:
First impression
I am one of the millions of people who only knew Pit from Smash. When Brawl's reveal trailer showed its face on Youtube, I recognized every single character. Every single one. Including Snake, especially Snake. But when I saw this kid I thought he was Roy for a second because of the sunset lighting on the Halberd. It took me a couple of seconds to register the name that popped up as someone I briefly saw in Melee. I think Mr. Sakurai knew what he was doing here.
Pit is, like, one of my most favorite characters. His design and character hit about all the right spots for me on my mental checklist. I had a huge thing for angels has a cringy tween, plus he had brown hair in this look which I preferred more, and the outfit certainly does say "this one can kick butt". Also ooh that weapon, how versatile!
But yeah, it was bad. I had an OC who I paired with Pit. And also who wouldn't wanna try on that look (I never did, but the wings would do, and the many times I'd spin sticks like he did his bow, bwaghh).
Even with all that, there was so little to him. I'd scrape around the Internet looking for whatever I could about the kid. And that's where I learned what Captain N was. So you can thank/blame Pit for getting me into Castlevania and (even more into Classic) Mega Man.
With whatever I could gather, along with Uprising's release, I had a reasonable idea as to who Pit was. He's cheery, adorable, and selfless. And I feel some of the other layers to his character that I've picked up also stem from his background as an overlooked retro character. I've discussed this aspect in a comic between him and Sora's addition to Smash. I can tell Mr. Sakurai wanted to give Pit something he didn't quite have, and I chose to translate this as the kiddo having quite the journey in making himself known. Very little by little, until that point in Smash where we know him now.
I'm not surprised if people also saw this like an "ugly swan" path.
Impression now
I may be focusing more on his friends now, but Pit holds a very-very special place in my heart. Especially now that Uprising is a thing, and I have actually grown a li~ttle sour towards it.
I know some of the humor in that game can be itty witty silly banter, but sometimes the jokes at Pit's expense can get a little, uhh, old. I get it, he's a brainless chicken who only thinks about food whatever.
It isn't like he can't be a competent character and still be silly, but sometimes the general fanbase can conflate one side. A lot. Because it's funny, sure I understand. Even I like to give Pit his silly moments, but I'd hope it's seen as him being allowed to let loose with his friends, who don't see him as someone lesser-- despite being very prolific representatives in their homelands.
This part of Pit is such an interesting thing to explore. Pit is the captain of a goddess' army. I don't think it matters the size of the army themselves, as everything is dependent on the decisions of their leader. And he's quite skilled with a variety of weapons now that Uprising has implemented that to his person.
There are so many impressive little things that Pit can call his own, but then why would he still feel inferior. Maybe it's because that's how he grew up. I can see it in the context of his place as a random retro character, but also as "that tiny angel who can't fly". (And maybe also the near-constant belittling he gets from the ones above). So as much as he's shown to be so positive, there are definitely moments where those weaknesses are seen or implied.
Long story short, it's the little things here-n-there that I like about him. It also makes for interesting prompts to write about.
Favorite moment
Am I able to pick one? Uhh, Pit randomly singing at the start of that one chapter is always gonna be cute. He does a lot of cute things. ^^;
Idea for a story
Something about Pit and Rock's relationship in Captain N clicks with me. On the outside it doesn't seem like much aside from "the two little kids hanging around each other", but perhaps that's just me picking at the words they say while mixing in the biases I already have. As a result, I see it that Rock follows after Pit in everything, but Pit also views Rock highly. They both found something in each other.
See this super ancient comic about it here.
One comic I had simmering for decades was looking at the between the two's connection after the events of Captain N and reuniting in Smash 4. It would have been in Pit's perspective and done through several letters-- that he needed help writing.
Unpopular opinion
I don't know what is unpopular.
I'm not a part of the KI fandom. I am a part of the Pit fandom, wah.
Favorite relationship
*Shoves Captain N in your face once again*
Favorite headcanon
Pit is concerningly humble. He has a lot of little talents up his sleeve, a lot of which were picked up with the various part-time things he'd volunteer to do, but he doesn't really make a big deal of them. Some were simply picked up from the duties he was expected to do, or of course, they're just things he can do (so why is that really important).
#I frantically type this out without totally proofreading ahh I tried#but it's donE! they're all done! ( ; O ; )#thank you again for your messages folks#I didn't think there was gonna be... that many#Asks#Ask Mew#thenewgamemaster-moved#kid icarus#pit#i have to go back and clean this up after editing-- the formatting on mobile ruined everything agghhh
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30 Days Challenge - D9 AngĂĄ
<- D7 / D9 ->
Sweet little Amanda! Host for a protector God, AnhangĂĄ who takes the shape of a spectral deer. She is the main character of her own arc, guided by this power inside of her, she is sent to search for the warriors who can protect her on her way to bring back AnhangĂĄ to his former glory and instead finds herself being hunted by an ingiltrated assassin.
One day she will have great powers and will be the one protecting the future followers of her deity. For now she can only control a tiny fraction of what powers AnhangĂĄ allows to flow through her body. She is just a kindhearted kid trying her best to help those around her!
#ffreire art#ffreire ocs#original character#30d tournament#can you tell i have a weak spot for this one#she might get the antlers back
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not enough stonjourner art out there
#stonjourner#carbink#nacli#archen#dwebble#pokemon#i got so many opinions on that guy but it makes me so sad that if the design was left to cook for longer we'd have something really cool#it's such a shame it ended up being mostly forgotten due to its pretty literal design and not being great in PvP matches bc its lore is fun#you mean to tell me the rocks just walked there ? and also that they can punt you across the field if you mess with them ?#the power spot gimmick could be so cool if it was explained in spinoffs or the anime#like imagine someone that feels pretty weak pairing up with one to get that oomph to push a little further than their limits#or i'd see it being used in pmd by sandwiching stonjourner between strong allies so they benefit from power spot#i think a new form with a different typing or different stats could do it justice tbh#especially since the UK is far from the only country to sport pretty megalithic sites that have folklore around them#i don't feel bad about writing novels in the tags
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Hobie1610 pt. 3
part 3 has finally arrived!!! at a faster rate than part 2 but a bit of a wait nonetheless lol
not entirely sure how long this lil story will go on for but hope y'all are enjoying this ride regardless, whether it ends on the next part or in 3 more chapters ldfjkdhf
in this installment: thrilling action, a high stakes chase, and we get to learn more abt our beloved hobie jones! yippee!
>pt. 1 here<
>pt. 2 here<
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By some miracle, Hobie did not mention the suit to Miles once they started texting semi-regularly.
Unfortunately, they also couldn't really make their lunch date (date? God, get it together, Morales. It is not a dateâŠ) as soon as Miles would have liked, due to a million different things getting in the way of them setting a solid day aside to chill together.
Just his luck, of course.
But in the hallways, Hobie actually deigned to give Miles a passing smile every now and then. They didnât ever get to hang out like they did for those precious few moments on the first day of school, but Miles didnât feel the crushing weight of guilt every time he saw Hobie in his same classroom anymore. What a relief!
So Miles was mostly okay with how things were going anyhow, even if the hangout ended up falling through and they both decided not to go in the end. He was able to patrol and do his homework in blissful peace for the first time in months.
⊠Kind of.
That look on Hobieâs handsome face as he looked down past Milesâ coat collar thoughâŠ
That still ate away at an anxious part of Milesâ brain whenever he had the time to sit down and really let his worries manifest.
No time to think about that now, though. Miles was suited up again on a school night, hoping to get at least an hourâs worth of patrolling in before security at Visions noticed he was absent from his dorm room. He hoped Ganke would be able to cover for him like he always did.
It was yet another cold evening out in New York City, and Miles was steadily covering the edges of Brooklyn, heading towards Manhattan to do a quick sweep through Central Park like he did on occasion. There was always something going on in Manhattan, especially during the evening.
Miles decided it wouldnât hurt to take a quick peek before calling it a night and heading back to Visions.
So away he went-- now fully in his Spiderman element-- vaulting and soaring over buildings, showing off every now and then by doing silly flips and tricks mid-air for the opportunistic New Yorkers looking to snap their Spiderman Sighting of the day. A little social media promo never hurt anyone, after allâŠ
Spiderman finally swung down onto a tree branch on the western side of the park from a street lamp and was just about to lower himself down as inconspicuously as he could, before immediately feeling the tingling electricity of his Spider Senses race up and down his spine, giving him the usual headache along with it.
He crouched down quietly on a branch and watched as a familiar lanky figure streaked across the path underneath him onto the grass and beyond.
Whoever this runner was, he was fast. And hot on his trail was a gang of burly bumbling assholes cursing up a blue streak as they gave chase.
Spidermanâs eyes stayed glued to the fast runner like they were a lifeline. His senses honed in on the person and he erupted out of the leaves of the tree with one mighty leap, sailing through the air to shoot a web out and swing his way on over to the excitement.
Several joggers, people walking dogs after work, and mothers with baby carriages exclaimed and shouted as they were barreled into by the gang of men trying to keep up with their moving target. The runner didnât seem to be giving up, though, as their long legs sent them flying over bushes and rocks and lounging people as gracefully as a ribbon in the air.
It was indeed getting dark soon again, but the darkness didnât really affect Spidermanâs senses at all. His mask helped him fine-tune his powerful vision and anticipate the runnerâs next moves.
It looked as though they were trying to make their way up towards the Great Lawn from Cedar Hill, but whether the person was planning to make a break for the now-empty Delacorte Theatre or the Metropolitan Museum Of Art⊠or beyond? That was the million dollar question.
Spiderman didnât want to lose the person in case they happened to just be a petty thief, since that would be a quick and easy problem to fix. But as he silently chased down the runner alongside (and unbeknownst) to the gang, his suspicions gave way to some other... ideas.
Namely, that the runner seemed young, a bit too young for someone to be pissing off this many fully-grown gang members.
He pushed through his confusion and made a break for the theatre the second he guessed that the runner was pivoting in that direction.
The trees were getting thicker the closer they got to the Belvedere Castle and Spiderman eventually resorted himself to hoofing it, mindful of sticking to the shadows of the foliage that surrounded them on all sides.
He was super grateful now more than ever that his suit happened to be his signature sleek black and red, rather than the tacky and hyper-visible reds and blues of many of his Spider counterparts (sorry Peter!)
Once he confirmed that the suspicious target was indeed planning on hiding in the bleachers of the massive amphitheatre, he shot up a web to hoist himself into the infrastructure from the tall stadium lights. From there, he positioned himself a bit closer to the fray, hearing the loud and heavy boots of the gang following the runner, not far behind.
Then, he squinted into the dusk as he watched one of the entrances from his perch up high... and almost choked on his own saliva!
In comes none other than Hobie Motherfucking Jones, streaking down several steps like a shooting star, clutching onto⊠something tucked under one of his arms. He was breathless, panting loudly, and heading straight for the Belvedere Lake.
Upon hearing the heavy bootfalls get ever closer with every passing second, it seemed that Hobie got the idea to attempt a last-minute juke by throwing himself underneath the stairs that faced the lake, tucking himself as tightly as he could under the massive stage at the center.
Spiderman watched all of this happening with wide eyes, holding his own breath in. He prayed that the ugly thugs didnât see Hobieâs sneaky last-second move, but climbed up high onto the stadium lights and prepared to swing down anyhow, just in case.
What was Hobie even doing here, out at this hour? And what the hell did he manage to steal that was so important to these men anyways? It was quite a chase they were caught up in, running nearly two entire miles all the way up to the amphitheatre just to catch him, and that was only from what he could see when he swung into action.
The group split up and pulled out flashlights, determinedly searching the bleachers and corners as best they could while the sky rapidly darkened above them.
From right below the webbed crime-fighter, Hobie poked his head out from the shadows and took a peek.
No, no, duck back down! Spiderman wanted to shout, but he couldnât.
No one knew he had followed them and he was safe high above the action where he balanced himself on the metal bars that housed the bulbs. His muscles tensed as the bright beam of light from one guyâs flashlight swept a little too close to Hobieâs head. Damnit.
Spiderman couldnât just sit there all day! He had a friend to save, stolen item be damned!
He rechecked his web shooters furtively and took aim.
He set his sights on another stadium light pole across from the stage, figuring that if he was quick and agile enough, he could time his swing well enough to scoop Hobie up from where he was hidden and avoid any detection. Hopefully.
Seemed like a solid enough plan though, until Hobie just. Shot out from his hiding place all of a sudden, the heels of his boots rapping loudly against the cement and echoing all around the stage as he made a beeline for the lakefront.
Shit!!!
Miles wanted to kill him. Those guys didnât even suspect he was hiding where we was in the first place!
... Okay, plan B!
Spidermanâs brain whirred at breakneck speeds as he watched the thugs exclaim loudly and give chase yet again, this time much closer to Hobie than they ever were before.
Without thinking, he swung down from his perch and bowled over a couple of men in his haste to simply just⊠grab Hobie like a damsel in distress and fireman-carry him back around the gang to get a good line of web onto a nearby pole.
The men all cursed and shouted in surprise of course, flashlight beams waving around everywhere.
One of them even yelled, âwhat the hell was that?!â like a character in one of his dadâs favorite cheesy slasher movies.
Spiderman was too fast for them, a black blur simply whizzing by as he grabbed Hobie and hoisted the both of them up into the air with a mighty leap. Hobie yelped in surprise, grunting from the effort, and seemed to let whatever he stole slip out of his hands which then clattered loudly onto the ground below.
The thugs rejoiced then, shaking fists at Hobie and his rescuer as they flew up to the top of a tree and detached themselves so they could fall onto the stadium light opposite from Spidermanâs initial hiding spot.
Spiderman didnât stop until he attached another web up to the lights and dangled there for a bit. Adrenaline still coursed through his veins as he shifted Hobie off of his shoulders and let him slide slowly onto his side, his friendâs wiry arms clutching him tightly.
They both watched with rapt attention at the goings-on several feet below them.
The thugs congregated around the fallen item, picking it up and turning it this way and that. It looked like a briefcase, though with the low lighting it really couldâve been anything. It was only when one of them-- the biggest and burliest of them all-- shouted out another colorful swear word that Hobie then seemed to come back to himself again.
He squeezed Spidermanâs shoulders with his arms and kicked at him. They swung a bit from the wiggling.
âOuch!â Spiderman hissed, as quietly as he could. He was hoping the dark dusk would conceal their position now as long as they made No Noises, but even that wasnât guaranteed.
âGo, go, go, go, man! Letâs get out of here!!â Hobie hissed right back into his ear, his face mere centimeters away from Spidermanâs mask.
Spiderman stubbornly ignored the heat radiating out from his face at that realization and jerked this way and that, looking for an easy escape from their conundrum.
Flashlight beams danced around the ground before finally swinging up to the trees and catching sight of a pair of shoes dangling in the sky.
The biggest and meanest one of the bunch pulled something out of his pocket and took aim.
Bullet! Spidermanâs senses screamed into his cerebellum.
âGoddamn,â he huffed ruefully as the shots rang out. Hobie panicked. âBullets for us? Thatâs a little harsh, isnât it?â
Hobie clung onto his hero for dear life. âBrother, if you do not get a move on from here, we are both gonna get turned into fish filets!â He shouted into Spidermanâs ear.
âOw. Okay,â Spiderman grumbled, sticking himself to the side of the pole they dangled from and readjusting Hobie so that he clung onto his back instead.
He took a deep breath and narrowly dodged a bullet that whizzed unnervingly close to their heads. Hobie yelled again.
âOkay, okay, okay,â Spiderman began, speaking quickly. âHold on, okay? Hold on tight. Just hold on and do not let me go for even a second!â
âOn it!â Hobie shouted back, legs kicking a bit before wrapping themselves tightly around Spidermanâs torso.
They both took a breath and then Spiderman jumped, gaining some air before twin webs erupted from his web shooters-- aimed directly towards the seating area entrance.
Together, he and Hobie rocketed from their airborne position towards their escape route once the fluids connected to solid architecture. To his credit, Hobie only whimpered a little bit through the ride.
The thugs had no chance! They stumbled on tired, aching legs towards the very door the two teens had left out of, complaining and cursing some more as they searched through the steps and made their way out onto the theatreâs general admission and concessions area.
They searched and searched through the bushes and trees, going so far as to even check the sculptures near the structure.
After several tense moments of gruff shouting back-and-forth, the search eventually died down until only a couple of the men were left sweeping the area once more. The others had already given up their fruitless endeavor and called it a night.
âFucking kids, man. What the hell,â Spiderman heard one of them grumble before kicking at the Romeo and Juliet statue angrily and following the rest of his cohorts down the path towards the Great Lawn again.
Hobie and Spiderman let out matching sighs of relief then, happy to have given the men the slip by managing to hide behind the giant 3D Delacorte Theatre sign right above the box offices. Lucky for them, most people donât think to search behind lit-up signs, so they went completely undetected.
â⊠Wanna let me know what you were doing here this whole time? You couldâve gotten killed!â Spiderman breathed. He wanted his tone to be sharper, more authoritative⊠but he was just so glad to see his new friend still in one piece instead of riddled with more holes than a chunk of swiss cheese!
Hobie scoffed, tucking a loc behind his ear and sitting back. Thanks to the lighting of the sign and the other park lights in the area, Spiderman could see him digging around in his coat pocket and fishing out-- a USB drive?
Hobie held it up triumphantly, sleepy down-turned eyes glistening with pride.
âI got it! Suckers! Screw them by the way, Iâm not the thief, if thatâs what youâre wondering,â
Well. He was sneaky, alright. Spiderman had to hand that to him, at the very least.
He sat back on his heels as well and exhaled. âFine. I believe you. Whatâs on that drive?â
Hobie squinted at him then, really giving him a good once-over now that the excitement had officially died down. ââŠDamn. Youâre Spiderman,â
âYeah, yeah. Hey, hi, nice to meet you, Iâm your friendly neighborhood Sp-- ugh, seriously man, just tell me what all of that was back there or else Iâm webbing you up and calling the cops.â
âHey!â Hobie objected. âLike I said already, Iâm the good guy here. I snagged this from those guys because I caught them snoopinâ around the museum over that way. I followed them and found out they were stealing this!â
Spiderman bobbed his head. âOkay? And whatâs on it?â
Hobie turned the drive over a bit in his hands, admiring it. âMost likely? Security codes, schedules, maps. Iâve been uh⊠investigating those dudes for a while after watching them sniff around the museum for a few days now. It looks like they were just art thieves plannin' a heist, so I jumped on the opportunity to deliver justice myself.â
Hobieâs mischievous grin was met by Spidermanâs disapproving stare.
âAnd why didnât you just call security and let them know? Like I said, super dangerous thing you did back there! If I wasnât there to save you, you couldâve died, man.â
Hobie pocketed his USB drive again and rolled his eyes. âYâknow, for a vigilante hero with cool superpowers, you sure are a square.â
Spiderman sat up and placed a hand on his chest, feigning hurt. âOof, ow. Thatâs mean,â
âYeah, it is, but you know Iâm right. If a kid like me walked up to some cops and tried to warn them of a possible art heist, you just know those pricksâll laugh in my face and do literally nothing about it. I had to take matters into my own hands!â Hobie jutted his chin out defiantly.
Well. Couldn't really argue with that, especially considering PDNYâs less-than-stellar track record of taking preventative measures most times. All that they would most likely do is nod along to whatever Hobie was telling them and chuckle, shaking their heads as they walk away. Not their problem.
Spiderman rubbed his chin. âPoint taken," he conceded. "So whatâs your plan now?â
Hobie glanced around, as if he was checking for any eavesdroppers. âIâm gonna submit some photos to a journalist I met online before turning this in back to the museum. The journalistâll help get those guys behind bars once a story's published and some actual adults talk to the cops. I am going to go collect my reward,â
Spiderman blinked. He had a bunch of questions swimming in his head, but the first question out of his mouth was, âwhat reward?â
âThe reward for turning in precious security info, genius!â Hobie tapped at his forehead with a finger and grinned. âIf I get to negotiate with them, I can get some money to save up and-- uh. Nevermind. Listen, are you gonna rat me out or not?â
Milesâ brow creased behind his mask. â⊠I donât think I will. Sounds like youâre doing the right thing⊠mostly.â
Hobie cheered silently. âYes! Okay, I take it back, Spidey. You are cool!â
Spiderman sighed. âBut first, I need to know youâre gonna be safe. Like, actually, and that youâre not gonna get followed home.â
Hobie shrugged nonchalantly and pushed more locs out of his face again. âYeah, you can walk me home if you want,â
âNo, thatâs not what I mean. I mean, thatâs not the only thing I mean. I need you to promise me that youâre not gonna get into stupid stunts like this again. That was so dangerous and you really couldâve gotten hurt!â
Hobie exhaled as well. He stared intensely into the maskâs giant white lenses for a beat, making Spiderman shift uncomfortably.
Then, he held up his pinkie. â⊠Fine. I wonât do stupid shit like this again. I promise.â
Spiderman blinked a few more times and hooked his pinkie onto Hobieâs. âUh. Okay, cool! Cool, thatâs what I wanna hear, considering keeping New Yorkers safe is my job! I just wanna see you safe, thatâs all. No more art heists, you gotta leave that to the professionals to handle,â
âWhat, professionals like you? You mightâve not even gotten to them in time before they snuck off with like millions of dollars worth of art, bro.â
âAnyone ever tell you you are just so mean? Dontcha have a little faith in me? The âvigilante hero with cool superpowersâ?â Spiderman shot back.
They both laughed.
âSeriously, though. I do appreciate the fact that you saved my ass back there,â Hobie admitted, eyes cast downwards for a second. âI was actually gonna throw this thing into the lake and hope this drive got eaten by like⊠a fish or something.â
âAnd what about you?â Spiderman smiled despite himself.
âWell,â Hobie shrugged. âIf I died, I died. I guess,â
It was Spidermanâs turn to scoff now. âYou have a family, man. Donât be ridiculous. You have friends and family that would miss you!â
Hobieâs expression turned dark, his entire face shadowing for a second before being replaced by cool detached nonchalance. A slight hint of annoyance stayed put underneath.
â⊠My familyâs barely my family. I donât have any friends, either. Don't worry about me.â Hobie admitted in a clipped tone. He stood up abruptly and started doing some casual stretches.
Spiderman stood up as well, knowing fully well how this song and dance was going to go.
He would never admit it out loud, but heâd seen his fair share of self-destructive citizens throwing themselves into the middle of danger in the short time heâd been doing this whole vigilante thing. He had talked many a melancholy or manic person from tossing themselves off of multiple different buildings, different bridges, stopped them from âfallingâ onto train tracks.
And as loath as he is to admit it, this Hobieâs particular brand of cool detachment was entirely too familiar to him as well.
A flash of his uncle Aaronâs face lit up a part of his brain that he hadnât really allowed himself to acknowledge since that fateful day. He quickly stamped that out.
He cleared his throat and rubbed at his neck. â⊠Well. That sounds pretty depressing, man.â
He didnât notice Hobieâs shoulders hitch at that phrase.
âBut,â Spiderman continued, âYou got people out here who care about you, even if you donât know it. Youâre still so young, you could be ending your life before you even meet, like, your favoritest person in the whole world, right? So just do me a quick favor, take care of yourself. For me. Live long enough to meet your favorite person, alright?â
Spiderman put on his best comforting expression that he could despite the mask most likely getting in the way of Hobie fully seeing it. He hoped his words were enough to convince him not to dive off the deep end, at least not anytime soon.
It seemed to work at least a little bit, because Hobie looked back at him with a much warmer-- albeit hesitant-- expression.
âCan I ask you something?â Hobie finally said after a few moments of silence.
âUh, sure.â Spiderman replied.
âDo you know about a kid named Miles Morales at all?â
The air was sucked out of Spidermanâs lungs right then as he floundered like a fish for a minute, brain working into overdrive to make his answer sound both intelligent and convincing.
âU-uh, maaaybeee? I dunno, I meet a lot of New Yorkers everyday and I donât get many names, yanno? S-sounds familiar, but sorr--â
âI knew it,â Hobie exhaled a laugh and surged forward to embrace Spiderman with both arms.
Spiderman stood frozen in his place, arms held in mid-air as he worked to process this.
âUh. What--â
Spiderman felt Hobieâs chin dig into the side of his cheek a little as he turned his lips to his ear. âYour secretâs safe with me, by the way. Iâm not telling anyone,â
Miles felt his whole world turn on its axis before shattering completely.
Oh no, no, no, no, no! Goddamnit!
Miles pushed Hobie off and stepped back, holding his hands up. âOh hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. I dunno what youâre thinking or who you think I am, but--!â
Hobie sighed loudly. âMiles, I saw your suit.â
The world screeched to a halt.
Hobie picked his gaze back up off of his feet and even seemed apologetic, almost. âI, uhm. Like, back on the roof. At Visions. I wasnât⊠a hundred percent sure I saw it, since it couldâve been any logo at all, but. Well, youâre a pretty bad liar too, yâknow that, right?â
Miles sucked in a slightly shaky breath, gulping loudly. âUh. W-well,â
Hobie smiled shyly. âYou, uh⊠youâre like around the same height as Miles Morales, anyways. And you sure sound a lot like him, too.â
Damn. Damn it all.
Miles spun this way and that, placing his hands atop his head as he panicked slightly. âH-Hobie, you cannot tell anyone else about this, whatsoever. Do you understand? No one. At all. Or weâre both dead!â
Hobie held his hands up, lines creasing in his face. âLook bro, youâve got secrets of mine too. We pinkie promised, remember? I donât break promises.â
Miles didnât point out that the promise was so that Hobie would stop getting himself into stupidly dangerous situations, but he accepted it anyways, albeit reluctantly.
âD-do⊠do you actually, like actually promise me youâll never breathe a word about this to anyone? Ever? At all?â
Hobie held up his right hand into the air, as if taking an oath. âI, MJ, solemnly swear to never breathe a single word to anyone about your super secret identity, so help me god.â
Miles planted his fists on his hip and shook his head. âOh my god,â he exhales on a shaky laugh.
âDonât you believe me? What would I have to gain by selling you out? Oh,â Hobie stops suddenly, perking up. âWe could even work together! I got me my sweet camera and my extensive connects, man. Think about it!â
âNo, no. Hobie. Stop that, man. Iâm not putting you into any danger after I just saved your skinny butt. Spiderman doesnât do sidekicks anyways,â
Hobie looked a bit put out, but shrugged anyways. âWell, I mean⊠think about it sometime. We could seriously take down criminal activity around here, if youâre down! And, uh. You do have my number,â
Miles looked up and took a deep breath. âMmnyes, I do. I do have your number. Thatâs⊠I mean youâre not wrong about that. Listen, I think itâs getting pretty late and we should both be heading back home now, though.â
The corners of Hobieâs mouth curled up mischievously. âTrue, true. It is a school night, after all.â
Miles couldnât stop grinning despite the heavy anvil that threatened to burst out of his chest. âYep, yes it is! Okay, time to get you home now. Câmon, letâs go.â
Miles moved to step into Hobieâs space and carry him on his back again so he could lower the both of them down from the lip of the theatre roof.
But before that happened, he felt Hobie place a cold but strong hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
Miles looked up inquisitively and felt his breath catch in his throat as he felt those same hands slowly slide up the smooth spandex of his suit, up his shoulders, and then they stopped at his neck, at the seam of where his suit and mask met.
The entire thing probably only took a few seconds to do, but to Miles it felt like eons passed as he felt every single muscle twitch and the pulse beating underneath Hobieâs skin while he ran those fingers up his arms.
He was standing so close to him! Oh god!
The entire ordeal was unbearably intimate, and Miles could barely stop the shudder that wracked his body suddenly.
Hobieâs soft lips were slightly parted, the lighting of the sign next to them caught in the dark brown portals that were his eyes.
âU-uhm. Sorry, this is weird...â he mumbled quietly. But his hands didn't move.
All around them, crickets started their soothing chorus.
Here they were, right behind the giant lettering of the Delacorte Theatre, intertwined in each otherâs arms on a cold night-- and Milesâ core body temperature has never felt hotter before. He felt like he could melt steel, the way this night was going. He didnât know when his hands raised to grasp onto Hobieâs arms, but they mustâve done it of their own accord because Miles then felt himself squeezing softly onto Hobieâs biceps.
Slowly, painstakingly, and carefully⊠Hobie made his move.
Every centimeter of the mask being pushed up was accompanied by a soft look that asked-- no, it begged-- for permission to continue. His hands seemed to move on their own eventually, as he slid the mask up over the back of Miles' head and then eased it up off of his nose.
Hobie wore a soft look of determination then, that fully came into view again once Miles felt his mask slide right up off of his eyes. Hobieâs soft hands eventually fell away, mask in one hand, no sounds in the air except for the wildlife of the park starting to wake now that the night has officially fallen.
Miles wasnât sure why he did, but he held his breath.
After a few seconds of appraising gazes from each other, pupils meeting pupils, exchanging a million words a second with just a few looks⊠Hobie grinned beautifully.
âDamn. There you are,â
Miles felt a plume of heat erupt from his gut and rush up to his face. âUh. Hm, y-yep. Here I am,â he blinked back at Hobie with his big brown eyes.
Hobie had a look of pure joy on his face before it started to melt away suddenly. âYou know⊠I should backstab you for abandoning me out of nowhere that one time, though⊠I really should...â
The moment collapsed like an undone web, a delicate thing now completely destroyed as Miles leaped up in indignation.
âHobie!â
Hobie stepped back and laughed loudly. âRe-lax! Iâm not gonna actually do it. But. Yâknow.â
âAnd if you do, Iâll leave you webbed up to that billboard near Visions,â Miles threatened, mostly light-heartedly.
âPsshh, and then get my momâs two million lawyers on your ass? Good luck,â
âAs if they could ever catch me! Iâm Spiderman!â
Just as easily as they had stepped out of being just kids for a moment, they stepped right back into it, bickering like they'd been friends since forever.
Miles lowered the both of them from the sign and they headed towards the eastern side of the park, making their way over to Hunterâs Gate. They bickered and bantered back and forth the entire way there, and it was only once they made it to the outer gates of the park that Miles stopped them both.
With his mask back on and other New Yorkers now milling nearby, Miles made it a point to lower his voice as he turned to Hobie and puffed his chest out heroically.
âSo, random citizen. Where are we off to today? I told you Iâd take you back home safely, and thatâs what Iâm gonna do.â
ââCause you promised, right?â Hobie smirked, tucking his hands into his coat pockets.
âUhm. Yeah, yeah. I did. So, lead the way!â Spiderman made a grand ushering gesture, and Hobie chuckled good-naturedly as he stepped aside and exited Central Park.
âYou gonna walk me home, Spiderman?â Hobie threw him a side-long glance.
âYyyeahâŠ? Why? Youâd rather swing home?â
âI liked swinging, actually. Yeah,â Hobie stopped where he was on the sidewalk and nodded with an air of finality. âYeah⊠letâs swing!â
Spiderman felt his heart do a few somersaults in his chest before he gestured towards his shoulders. Hobie quickly assumed the position, long lanky arms wrapping around him and leaning his body weight against Spidermanâs side.
Spiderman shot up a web to a nearby street lamp and gave his friend one more glance.
âYou sure?â He asked again, really making sure that Hobie was okay with this. Not many people really liked swinging, which was understandable. Even Miles wasn't the biggest fan of it at times.
Hobie chuckled and ignored the onlookers as they slowly ambled past the two, throwing the teens questioning glances as they made their way past them.
âYeah, I am! Letâs go,â
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Miles: Do you actually actually really like on your LIFE promise that youâre not ginna tell a soul about⊠wellâŠ
Miles: gonna*
MJ: Yes, Miles. I PROMISE [eyeroll emoji]
Miles: I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE
MJ: Do you actually, though? ;)
Miles: No. But I can find out⊠I got connects
MJ: Uh huh. Iâll tell your âconnectsâ that if you donât take me out on that promised lunch date, our friendly neighborhood Spiderman just might be the next trending topic on ALL social media apps again very soonâŠâŠ..
Miles: Oh my god. You are Evil. I canât believe this. My next arch nemesis⊠damn
Miles: What a killer plot twist. The greatest foe I have yet to face happens to be none other than one of my very own classmates
Miles: It be ya own people
From his familyâs Lower Manhattan penthouse, Hobie laughs out loud as he reads the text messages, ignoring all of the curious glances thrown his way by various members of his team.
From Milesâ own humble dorm room at Visions, he laughs aloud as well.
#spiderverse#mine#miles morales#hobie brown#<- well i mean not really but yall know what i mean#hope u guys enjoyed this lil installment! <3#i tried to make the action as entertaining as possible but y'all must know.... that it really is my weak spot so if you guys read all that#and went 'huh'#well then.... Understandable Have A Nice Day!#but listen mj is more often than not a total bamf in the comics and so to make 1610's mj not nearly as cool#esp when this is HOBIE we're talkin abt here... that would be criminal. so i did what i had to do#and i'm trying to like uuhhhh not do an Exposition Dump on hobie jones' character all at once#just sorta drip feeding y'all his backstory before we Get Into It ya feel me#also @ everyone leaving nice comments so far. I LOV YOU :) <3#thank u!#sorry abt the messy ass art on this chapter. i rushed it as i'm sure y'all can tell#they also dont match up 1:1 on the story bc i did the sketches initially before i wrote all this#just as concept art before sitting down to write so i meannnn! but! they came out p close to the finished product#so i was like 'ok close enough lets just ink it and be done'#hope yall still like them anyhow LOL oops#anyways..... i gotta quit my yappin'#see yall on the next one <3#punkflower#â almost forgot to tag oof
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NAMI NEEDS TO GO UP THERE AND FIGHT BIG MOM I AM SO SERIOUS!!! THIS IS A BATTLE FOR THE ROMANCE DOWN TRIO!! SANJI DO NOT DARE TAKE HER SPOT!!!
#big mom just giving birth here on the battlefield.....#do i comment on the incestuous relationship between clouds made of the same soul??? no?? okay...#oh jesus.... goodbye kid and killer.... nami needs to get up there and take control of zeus and i am so serious#HER SKILL IS SO POWERFUL AND SO PERFECT FOR THIS FIGHT AGAINST BIG MOM BUT BECAUSE SHE IS NOT PART OF THE STRONG TRIO SHE GETS STUCK WITH#THE B LIST VILLAINS!!!! LKKE WHY DOES SHE NEED TO FIGHT ULTI?? OKAY THAT WAS MEANINGFUL BUT THAT COULD END THERE!!!!#SANJI GO FIGHT PAGE ONE!!! SOMEONE TAKE CARE OF ULTI AND LET LUFFY ZORO AND NAMI TAKE CARE OF KAIDO AND BIG MOM!!! I AM SERIOUS!!!#big mom is inside the castle.... maybe i will get my wish granted (kinda...)#kid and nami against big mom.... maybe sanji can join... i can see it so clearly.... come on now.....#if namo knew armor haki she would have gone up there and taken zeus and dealt with prometheus and his sister wife. let the others w/ big mom#fucking hawkins... end him killer.... calling him domesticated lmao... end his pathetic ass#using conqueror's haki on the weapons..... also zoro having it too.... the flower petals symbolism..... OHHHHHHHHH#nani indeed...... BREAK THAT MACE!!!! YEAAHHH!!!! law is completely baffled#KAIDO GOT SENT BACK!!!! LETSGOOOOO AND THE OG INTRO MUSIC QUICKS IN!!!! law just saw god again....#he said fuck off i got this.... omg.... he is either gonna nearly die and doesn't want them to follow or doesn't want to worry about them#while he fights and they try to defend him.... no other explaination (apart for 4 the plot reasons)#talking tag#watching one piece#episode 1028#luffy king of everything that was such a slay#they changed luffy chiquito's design....#i was gonna say luffy swimming...... but he can't yet akdhajsj#yasopp taking care of everyones children but his own...... i see how it is....#WHY WOULD SHANKS STAY IN GOA IF NOT TO TALK WITH GARP WHO LIVES THERE!!! I AM TELLING YOU SHANKS IS IN KAHOOTS WITH THE MARINES!!!!#i was thinking about shanks scar... and thought it might be from buggy with his three knives in between his fingers you know#but it is too small... like the knives would take more space.... but maybei might be reaching and it is from buggy and not like a little paw#or little hand.... however much distrubing you want to paint it....#shanks is testing little luffy's intelligence... he knows his weak spot already akdhjasj#uta calling herself a diva.... ajshaksn might this be the reason luffy was so inclined to having a musician since the start???#episode 1029#that was like a perfectly realistic relationship between an older smartass girl and a younger boy lmao it was spot on
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God I should not have stayed up....... I'm so tired but I was so keyed up also that I wasn't sure I could sleep. Still kinda keyed up, actually; I don't really know why. I'm not gonna stay up all day again, tho. I'll take a nap. Maybe make more alarms or something. Manufacture a reason that I need to be up for. I kind of wanted to stay up bc it was Halloween, and I hadn't really had anything else to do. No other means of celebrating. If people would comm me tho I'd love to buy discounted clothes and candy...
Oh also I heard some really weird noises at around... five-ish?? that really put me off of the idea of putting myself in a position as vulnerable as sleep.
#a lot of what I actually spent the night doing was painting my nails in the shitty way that I do so lmao#made some mistakes for sure but I don't have remover anymore so I can't really fix it.#gonna have to wait for it to chip or peel as per usual; I'm kind of Bad At This so I tend to get too much in places#thick spots are weak points; as anybody who does this can tell you#still scared to try the gel paints; both bc idk if I'm allergic to acrylic or not; and bc I'm afraid of the cheapo lamp that came with them#one review insisted it shorted a powerstrip and caused a fire
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be my angel
in which BAU fem!reader was injured on the job, but is refusing painkillers at the hospital. spencer thinks he knows why.
fluff (+a little angst) warnings/tags: established relationship, hospital stuff, reader got beat up by an unsub, discussions of spencer's past addiction, mentions of period cramps, reader ends up being administered some sort of painkiller a/n: another draft i found in my literal hundreds of pages of abandoned wips and fixed up cause it's cute, I hope you like!!!
Spencer is tearing through the hospital. They all keep saying youâre going to be okay, but what does that even mean? Why is nobody telling him anything? Heâs not even sure he heard what the orderly at the front desk said, but his feet are carrying him with a strident purpose through the winding white halls, so he has to assume he at least subconsciously knows where heâs going.Â
Finally he spots Penelope, a beacon in her candy-colored clothing, speaking to a doctor in hushed tones. Penelope sees him approaching and turns away from the doctor, looking harried and exhausted.Â
âIs she okay? What happened?â Spencer demands, before either of the others can say a word.Â
âSheâs okay,â the doctor assures. âShe was beat up pretty badâconcussion, broken ribs, some bruising that looks worse than it is. There was a clean shot through her arm, butââÂ
His blood runs cold. Nobody told him you were shot. Why had nobody told him you were shot?Â
âI need to see her.âÂ
The doctor frowns, glancing between the two agents.Â
âIâm sorry, are you her spouse?âÂ
âYes. No, not yet, I justâI need to see her, please. Now.âÂ
âSir, unless sheââÂ
âJust let him see her!â Penelope practically yells. âShe wants him here, believe me.â Â
The doctor clenches her jaw and scribbles something on her clipboard.Â
âOkay. Maybe you can try to convince her to accept some painkillers.âÂ
Spencerâs frown deepens.Â
âSheâs refusing pain management?âÂ
âWe gave her as much ibuprofen as we could, but she refused anything stronger than that. She has to be in a lot of pain right now, and thereâs no background of addiction.âÂ
âIâll talk to her,â Spencer says, already twisting the silver door handle. He has a sneaking suspicion as to why you denied pain treatment, and it makes him feel incredibly guilty. More than he already did, after this entire debacle.Â
The sight of you, bloodied and bruised and obviously suffering has his heart splintering right down the middle. Whatever meager semblance of a smile he can scrounge up and offer is reflected back to him on youâwhich only makes him feel worse. As always, youâre putting on a brave face.Â
âHey,â Spencer says quietly as he closes the door behind him.Â
âHi,â you croak. âHow do I look?âÂ
He approaches, sitting on the edge of the bed and pushing your hair away from your face.Â
âHow do you feel? The doctor told me you wouldnât accept pain medication,â he murmurs.Â
You sniff.Â
âI feel okay. Did she tell you itâs not as bad as it looks?âÂ
But your voice is so small, so wavery and weak, that he knows youâre lying.Â
âSweetheart...âÂ
Youâve been holding it together since the unsub beat you nearly unconscious. You held it together as he ran away, even got a couple shots in before he turned around and returned fire. You held it together while you sat against the dirty truck, bleeding out, not sure if your team was coming, and you held it together in the ambulance, and for the past thirty minutes in this hospital bed. But all it takes is one gentle word from Spencer, with that concerned, solicitous look in his eye, and the floodgates are opening. Tears spring up in your eyes and begin silently falling down your dirtied cheeks.Â
âItâs okay!â you attempt to reassure him, affecting cheeriness even through the tears. âIt doesnât hurt. Iâm fine!âÂ
He says your name soft and low and he tries his best to keep his tone even though he is liable to burst into tears or start yelling at someone (not you) at any minute. Â
âI know thatâs not true. You have broken ribs and a gunshot wound. I know how badly it hurts to breathe and how it feels every time you move your arm. That is too much damage for over-the-counter anti-inflammatories. You need real analgesics.âÂ
âI donât,â you whisper. Your teary eyes make his whole body ache. He squeezes your handâthe one thatâs not connected to the wounded arm.Â
âBecause of me?â You stare at him blankly, as if youâre shocked he was able to put two and two together. âI promise you donât need to worry about that.âÂ
You sniffle.Â
âBut what ifâwhat if they give me the drugs and I get all weird and itâs, itâs like... triggering for you, or something?âÂ
âItâs been a really long time since Iâve worried about that. Iâd rather see you a little tired and out of it than in extreme pain and trying to pretend youâre not. You getting the pain relief you need in a medical emergency is not going to make me relapse.âÂ
âBut I really think I could go without,â you begin, voice already tightening around a cry. âIâveâIâve had period cramps that were worse than this.âÂ
Despite himself, he chuckles. Goes back to stroking your hair.Â
The laughter fades quickly. All the pain youâre in is so evident in your eyes. The dissociative glassiness, the tension around them, the bloodshot qualityâhe's seen it many times before, and he hates it on you.Â
âWill you please tell them youâre ready to take something? They wonât give you Dilaudid. Itâs too strong. Theyâll give you something that Iâd have no interest in anyway.âÂ
âNot funny,â you whisper.Â
He ignores this.Â
âWill you let me call the doctor back in?âÂ
You take a deep, shuddering breathâor at least, you try to, before youâre loosing a sharp squeak that deteriorates into a little sob. The ribs.Â
Spencer doesnât bother asking again, just gets up and begins to walk away as efficiently as his legs will carry him. You need painkillers and he thinks it might be fastest to just fetch the doctor or a nurse from the hallway.Â
âWait,â you plead. Â
He stops. Reminds himself that you need him right nowânot his medical opinions. Spencer turns back around and approaches again, crouching by your bedside this time.Â
âWhat, honey?âÂ
âI donât...âÂ
You trail off, overcome by something like fear in the width and shine and nervous dart of your eyes. Spencer knows, everybody at the BAU knows, that showing fear to a serial killer will get you killed that much quicker. During your time alone with the unsub, which is a can of worms Spencer literally cannot psychologically open right now, you had to put on your bravest face. Even while you were being beaten within an inch of your life. Even when you thought you were going to die, alone, and that your teamâthat Spencerâwasn't coming back for you. Because thatâs the kind of thing you have to do to cope when youâre at rock bottom. But you were terrified. Petrified. That doesnât just go awayâand Spencer knows itâll be bumping against the surface until it finds a way out. Â
He has to remember that just because you look unafraid and you act unafraid doesnât mean you arenât.Â
âYou were so brave,â he manages after heâs sure he can say it without incident, swiping moisture from your cheek. âYou did everything exactly right.âÂ
âI know,â you whisper, chin trembling. Spencer knows you, and he knows this kind of trauma well enough to know that youâre thinking, I did everything exactly right, and it wasnât enough. I did everything exactly right and this is what I have to show for it.Â
âBut nobody needs you to act like it wasnât hard, okay? You donât need to pretend like it doesnât hurt. You were so, so brave, angel. You donât have to be brave anymore.âÂ
Your eyes squeeze shut, sending a new wash of tears over your tacky cheeks. A few moments pass. You say nothing. He hopes youâre not going to hide away inside yourself like he did.Â
âWill you please, please, let me get the doctor?âÂ
At least this time you donât immediately say no.Â
âWill you come right back?âÂ
âOf course.âÂ
Finally, you nod your hesitant assent, and Spencer presses a careful kiss to your forehead.Â
A few minutes later, the doctorâwho was shocked that Spencer was able to so quickly change your very made-up mindâis back, and so is Spencer. It only takes a moment for them to determine the best course of action for you and soon the fist around his heart is loosening its grip as he watches some of the agony melting from your eyes.Â
âBetter?â he murmurs as the nurse whoâd administered the drugs leaves, fanning his thumb over the underside of your wrist. You nod, already appearing sleepy.Â
âCan you lie down with me?âÂ
He smiles at the way your words slip against each other, simply relieved that youâre able to relax and no longer in extreme pain.Â
âHospital beds arenât rated for two people.âÂ
âSpencer.âÂ
Itâs enough for him to climb onto the bedânot that he was ever going to deny you what you wanted to begin with. The fit isnât exactly perfectâhe's a bit too long and combined the two of you are just slightly too wideâbut with some finagling itâs comfortable enough. Spencer has slipped his arm underneath you and your head is on his shoulder and heâs so glad to have you in his arms and so grateful that youâre okay he does something almost like praying in his head as he kisses your hair.Â
âHey. Ask me about my bruises.âÂ
âWhy? Do they still hurt?âÂ
âYou should see the other guy.âÂ
Itâs dumb and it doesnât make sense because you didnât bother waiting for him to actually set the joke upâbut he smiles dryly nonetheless.Â
âCan you please give me... I donât know, 36 hours before you start making jokes about almost dying?âÂ
âClock starts now.âÂ
âThank you.â He feels your lips curve into a half-conscious smile against his neck. Itâs a wonderful feeling. âHow are your ribs? Breathing feels okay?âÂ
âMhm. Love breathing.âÂ
âMhm. And your arm?âÂ
âLike I got shot.âÂ
âWell, thatâs pretty much unavoidable. But not as bad as before, right?âÂ
âRight. Spencer?âÂ
âWhat, my love?âÂ
A little pleased puff of air warms his shoulder. He carefully rubs your hip.Â
âWill you tell me how brave I was again?âÂ
He takes a silent, very deep breath. Â
âYou were incredibly brave. And smart, too. Iâm really proud of you for how you handled that situation. Iâm so sorry you had to go through that, but I donât think anyone could have handled it better. Especially when you chose to stay put by the truck, instead of chase him. I know that wasnât what you wanted to do, but it was the right choice.âÂ
âI thought you guys maybe werenât coming,â you murmur, no hint of sadness in your smushed, flat voiceâlike youâre barely awake. âI waited half an hour and I thought you werenât gonna find me.âÂ
âAngel, I will always find you. We didnât stop looking even once, as soon as we noticed you were gone. Iâm just sorry I wasnât with Emily and Rossi when they got to you.âÂ
ââNelope told me... she told me you got really angry and scary.âÂ
He stares at the ceiling and considers this.Â
âI could see... how what I was feeling would be interpreted that way. I was pretty angry. But not at Penelope or any of them. I was mostly just scared.âÂ
âIâm sorry I scared you,â you whisper. âAnd Iâm sorry if I made you mad.âÂ
âYou did not. I wasnât mad at you. And itâs not your fault that I got scared. You were just trying to do your job. None of this is your fault.âÂ
âShe also said that you said fuck like... three times.âÂ
âMm... doesnât sound like me,â he evades. You giggle, and the sound is more a relief than any drug he could take.
âNo, seriously, Iâm so mad I missed it. I love hearing you swear. Tell me what you saidâand you have to cause Iâm all messed up so I get whatever I want.âÂ
He sighs in mock annoyance.Â
âWell, sheâs wrong. I only said fuck once. I used fucking as an intensifier twice.âÂ
You hum.Â
âSexy.âÂ
âAlright,â Spencer laughs, flushing as he moves his hand to your shoulder. âGo to sleep before I tell them to up your dosage, weirdo.âÂ
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Just read your arranged marriage kidnapped by a most post and the humor in the servants always thinking reader is in peril. The same going for monster hubby (He just thinks they're submissive and breedable)
Like none of them realize they are a moster fucker cause they hide it so well. Like just imagining reader be like "oh be gentle with me I'm a dainty maiden" and then giving him the night of his life is hilarious. Or them having dinner and the servants feel bad for them cause monster hubby is eating human meat but their just thinking about other things he can use his tongue on.
Or maybe someone comes to rescue them from the terrible monster finally. But they don't wanna leave and instead fight the knight off. The knight thinks they've been brainwashed or something. Meanwhile the servants think the knight just wasn't good enough to rescue them.
Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, NSFW! [Part 1] | [More Monsters]
The servants are not blind by any means: they can tell, quite plainly, that their monstrous Lord has a soft spot for you. Not only that, but the beast nearly worships you! They've come up with many theories, the latest one involving witchcraft. Surely you must have some sort of magical trickery under your sleeve in order to subdue their Master. There's no other way around it. All previous humans have been devoured, or have died in a pitiful attempt to escape, terrified to the bone upon gazing at his blasphemous Majesty.
You can't blame them. It's probably better for everyone involved if you omit the fact that your source of witchcraft lies in your...genitals. Well, not just that, of course. Your husband had started to lose hope. His appreciation of humans never came to fruition before your arrival. He was expecting you to cower in fear, not throw yourself at him.
He wondered if you wanted something from him in return, but no one could possibly pretend so flawlessly: the way you clung to him unprompted. The way you hungrily took him in, tears welling in your eyes, refusing to let go until you could feel his load avalanching down your throat. The way you'd trap his hips with your legs, despite being weak and feverish, asking that he doesn't stop yet. If that wasn't proof enough, your whines and moans were loud and clear. To think he could have his own little human, one who isn't repulsed by his monstrous form. He would've been content with mere tolerance, yet someone who begged to be fucked by him? He's been delirious ever since.
He loves everything about you, naturally, but he can't deny the shameless addiction he's now developed towards your body. He'd pound you anywhere and anytime if he could. If he needs to leave for official matters, know that the return will burn in the back of his mind.
"An important date, Sir?" one traveling servant will ask, glancing at all the scribbles in the calendar.
"Indeed", he answers solemnly. It's the times when he can finally fuck you dumb.
While the servants worry about their devilish Master being put under leash, for the other fellow humans the opposite seems to be true. You recall your last "rescuing" attempt distinctly. During one of your evening walks, burly, foreign arms swept you off in an instant. Before you knew it, you were holding onto the armored shoulders of an unknown man, as he made his way out of the traditional garden.
"I'll get you out of here", he promised between heaving breaths.
You stared in confusion. What was he saving you from? A good dicking? No matter how much you explained that you do actually like your newly appointed husband, the hero wouldn't budge.
You ended up just walking back home when the man fell asleep.
"That was quite the long walk", your monster partner remarked, polishing his weapons.
"Oh no, I was kidnapped", you state casually. "Got us some fruits on the way back."
Would it have been better to lie about it? On one hand, you do feel terrible for whoever attempted to retrieve you from the claws of the tyrant. Your husband is very possessive, and you know he'll scorch the Earth until that treacherous pest is gutted and fed to the pigs.
On the other hand...he becomes particularly savage after such incidents. You won't be able to sit properly for the next few weeks, but it's worth it.
Tough luck, you tell yourself, lounging in bed with a satisfied smirk and torn apart hole.
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THAT'S A RED FLAG BABY
JJK MEN AND RED FLAGS
A/n: Yessirrrr MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Synopsis: Jujutsu men and their red flag in a relationship or generally and how it shows through when they fuck
Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Yuuta Okkatsu, Sukuna Ryomen, Choso
Warnings: Emotional abuse, narcissism, controlling behavior, dub-con, semi-public sex, spitting, fingering, rough sex, male masturbation, degrading, praise, teasing
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Gojo Satoru- Narcissist Â
Since he was a kid, Gojo has been praised and called many things
The honored one, the strongest, gifted and so on
But what people don't see is behind those beautiful sapphire eyes, is a goddamn narcissist through and through
He thinks, no he knows that he is the best, best at everything
This includes what goes on in bed.
And its not only that, the white-haired fox only cares about himself too in the sheets, abusing his unnatural stamina and using you like a cock sleeve for his own taste
At least he can be nice about it sometimes
Gojo is relentless. Its almost like your his personal cock sleeve, his dick shaping your insides and abusing your cervix despite your choked sobs and whines for him to stop, to simply slow down. He holds the back of your head with his hand, allowing you to look down at the way you two are connected; how he retracts his hips until his tip barely pokes out, admiring the slick coating his shaft before slamming back into you again.
"Ahhh~ P-please Satoru please...."
Gojo rolls his eyes and scoffs. Why were the people that surrounded him always so weak? Even you. It's a good thing you feel like heaven he could almost forgive you.
Tears stream down your face. Every time the tip of his dick rams against your cervix a powerful feeling mixed with pain and pleasure that surges through your body making you tremble and shake. You're losing your mind. Everything is so good, and, God, you can't ignore how handsome Gojo looks right now. His white hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead, and the muscles of his toned abdomen are flexing and unflexing. He is gorgeous, and, boy, he knows it. Even the way your pussy squeezes and spasms around his dick sends more bolts of electric pleasure to dance through your skim.
"Shhhh, just take it 'kay? You're doing so good for me baby." Gojo coos.
Geto Suguru -Controlling
It starts off small, a comment here and there on your choice of friends, a small criticism on where you were going to spend the evening because wouldn't you have much more fun spending it with him?
Then he's starting to pick out outfits for you. Modest but pretty ones for outside but short skimpy clothes for when you're only with him. It even gets to the point where he is controlling your finances, making you only use his credit card, and its not about the money, you can use as much as you want for all he cares. It's about the control, you being helplessly reliant on him.
And Geto has such an easy time getting away with his controlling tendencies, showering you in praises and sweet nothings about how he just wants to protect you. And the way his violet eyes gleam at you, you almost always believe him.
Don't for a second think that he's insecure because it's far from it. The raven-haired man just wants to have you all to himself, he just wants to protect you from the cruel cruel world out there.
"Didn't I tell you to ask me first if you are going to wear an outfit like that?" Geto whispers in your ear but you can barely focus on his words. The curl of his fingers inside you is just too numbing; the way it hits, prods, and massages a spot deep inside your walls that you can only dream about reaching on your own. Geto's fingers are so thick too, almost filling you up as deliciously as his dick does. Almost. "Mmm- I- I, I didn't-" You gasp for air and try to bury your face into your hands. He currently has you against a wall of some bathroom stall but that fact seemed all but lost to you right now. The pleasure was building in your core and fast. Your legs were starting to shake and a numbing electric feeling had taken course throughout your body. You didn't have to open your eyes to know that Geto was smirking.
Suddenly, Goto curls his fingers in a way that deeply presses your g-spot and the dam of pleasure that had built inside you breaks. Your jaw goes slack and your whole body trembles with electricity.
"Didn't expect for you to crack so easily" he chuckles against your ear, and you collapse into his chest. Yuta Okkatsu- Too obsessed
You would think this is a good thing right? You could never love someone too much, but it was different with Yuuta
Sure you had a crush on him, sure you touched yourself to him plenty of times (which Yuuta knew of very well) so the feelings weren't all that unreciprocated
But theres a line, there's a line that Yuta always seems to cross
From taking pictures of you to texting you constantly, christ you even found your panties in his drawer, yuta love was overwhelming.
Yuuta knows that he should wake you up, but he cant bring himself too right now. You just look so beautiful, so perfect under the soft glow of the night sky. Also, he just feels so good right now, Yuuta can barely think so much as speak. "Mmmm-mmm" he whimpers against the pillow, slowly grinding his clothed erection against your bare leg. How would you react if you knew your boyfriend was humping you while you sleep? Would you push him away? No no you're too kind for that, you would probably help him, probably pet his hair and whisper sweet nothings until he finished. Yes, if he knew for a fact that you'd help him when you wake up, what's stopping you from helping you now? Careful not to wake you up, he picks up your hand. It's so small compared to his but wraps so well around his throbbing member. He glides your thumb across his red tip to collect the precum before slowly sliding your hand up and down. The pleasure is immediate. It makes him bury his face into your neck to to press sloppy, wet, hot, and bitten kisses along your skin.
Sukuna Ryomen- Sadist
Where to start with Sukuna. Sukuna is the red flag.
Actually, even that is a complete understatement. Sukuna is straight-up cruel, rather he is a sadist through and through.
Manipulation, degrading, humiliation....although he wouldn't physically abuse you, with emotional abuse he won't hesitate.
You expect compassion, sympathy, and kindness from him? Fat chance. It is hard to see Sukuna being in any relationship at all.
Sukuna certainly doesn't love you, but he sure does love the sex though
Like any good sadist, his sexual pleasure derives from your physical or emotional suffering.
"Aw look at you, fucked you dumb did I?" Sukuna chuckles. A tattooed hand snakes between to your cunt, lightly rubbing your clit before delivering a sharp slap to the nerve.
Your eyes widen and your hips instantly buck up, unintentionally sending his dick deeper into you. The position he has you in is brutal. Both of your legs are thrown over Sukuna's shoulders and pressed against your chest, effectively folding you in half. "Open ya mouth" He orders, but you are too lost in the pleasure that is blooming in your stomach, the pleasure that is making your cunt flutter and squeeze desperately around his fat cock. "I said open." Sukuna delivers a particularly harsh thrust before stilling inside you; keeping the tip of his dick smushed against your cervix. The sudden movement snaps you out of your haze and you obediently widen your mouth letting your tongue hang out. Sukuna lets a glob of spit fall from his lips onto your awaiting tongue. You don't need to be told to swallow, you do so on habit, giving him a soft smile as you do so.
"Fuck, ya so perfect, such a good girl."
Choso- JealousÂ
Choso is the type of man who keeps to himself. The type of man to blend in a group or fade into the background.
But that doesn't mean he notices things. In fact, he notices things a bit too well.
Was that your coworker who touched your shoulder? You say that he is just a friend but who should a friend be able to touch you so easily?
He won't hesitate to bring up what he notices either, he says he's not accusing you of anything, that he trusts you, but he totally is.
He hates it when people get to close to his brothers so it posits that he loathes it when it comes to his lover.
How did you get here? How did an argument turn into this?
You want to scream, you want to thrash and tell Choso that he's got it all wrong, that you didn't mean to see your guy friend when you went out to have lunch. It was just a harmless bump-in that turned into a long conversation. Thats it. But the feeling of Choso's dick filling you up, his harsh thrusts and the fucking delicious friction of the drag, Jesus, it's just- it's just so good your mind that your mind is a white sheet.
You are on all fours but you don't know how much longer you can keep the position up. Not with the way he's ramming your pussy from behind.
âYou are mine," he grunts out, pumping into you, the length and level of his arousal is brutal. "Mine," he swears, and he pulls you up so your back is pressed against him and you are upright. Choso doesnât slow his movement though, giving you full, hard thrusts, your breasts bouncing up and down from the harshness of it all.
âYou wanna cum? Good, cum."
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Yeah definitely thatâs why Iâm always kinda hesitant to say much about snake as a disabled character cuz itâs like. Certainly not as bad as some shit ive seen but itâs mostly because itâs not incorporated into his character hardly at all, itâs only mentioned when plot convenient
Take what Iâm about to say with a grain of salt since I wouldnât say snake was really written to be A Gay Character but regardless the way snakeâs gender and overall personality is portrayed is probably one of the best depictions of gay men Iâve ever seen. Heâs very pretty, dressed in expensive clothes reminiscent of a prince, with beautiful wavy hair and an air of poise and sophistication. Heâs the smartest person in the room and he KNOWS this and he will not hesitate to be a condescending prick. Heâs delicate and funny and charming. He has no fear or hesitation about suggesting he and Junpei share a bed or referencing gay sex. All these things tend to make a character the butt of jokes or at the very least regarded as lesser than the other characters but with snake hes the most admired one here. Heâs very capable and is in fact so capable he literally needed to be removed temporarily from the situation so that the others could solve the mystery on their own. Heâs absolutely fearless, doesnât care about pissing off Aoi or getting shot multiple times by Ace. Heâs fucking strong as hell and is able to survive being shot multiple times and have enough strength to dig his claws into Ace and force them to burn to death together. Everyone loses their shit without him and heâs the key to escape. Heâs cool as hell and he fucks severely
#i get not wanting to write a disabled character thats like helpless or weak but theres nothing helpless or weak about needing basic#accommodations like theres some implication that the way he does the escape rooms is people will tell him what any writing says#and he will feel anything that can be felt but theres not too much going on there#he just knows where everything is based off of. echo location i guess#and yeah he was just left to search alone like theres a lot of puzzles that rely on visual information so uhhh#they just didnt think that one through lol#i think it wouldve been nice if he was given one of those long canes used for walking and it wouldve fit him too#cuz hes very elegant and would lean into the cane thing really well#or maybe if hes specifically without accommodations and the puzzles are very reliant on visuals they can at least show how#it affects him as a blind person like maybe he just cant help in certain spots#or he overcompensates how much information hes able to gather because hes too proud to ask for help#idk its just like i can appreciate the fact that he has a whole character that isnt tied solely to being disabled like he has a personality#and thoughts and feelings and is loved and admired but at the same time its like#they ignore so much about his disability in the process and just dont write it being a thing cuz people cant seem to wrap their minds around#the fact that disabilities are legitimately disabling but theyre ultimately just a fact of life for these people#and they still have value and are 3 dimensional human beings#you cant help but wonder if snake wouldve been as admired by the group if he had been more visibly disabled and actually inconvenienced them#in any way
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Saw a fun little conversation on Threads but I don't have a Threads account, so I couldn't reply directly, but I sure can talk about it here!
I've been wanting to get into this for awhile, so here we go! First and foremost, I wanna say that "Emmaskies" here is really hitting the nail on the head despite having "no insider info". I don't want this post to be read as me shitting on trad pub editors or authors because that is fundamentally not what's happening.
Second, I want to say that this reply from Aaron Aceves is also spot on:
There are a lot of reviewers who think "I didn't enjoy this" means "no one edited this because if someone edited it, they would have made it something I like". As I talk about nonstop on this account, that is not a legitimate critique. However, as Aaron also mentions, rushed books are a thing that also happens.
As an author with 2 trad pub novels and 2 trad pub anthologies (all with HarperCollins, the 2nd largest trad publisher in the country), let me tell you that if you think books seem less edited lately, you are not making that up! It's true! Obviously, there are still a sizeable number of books that are being edited well, but something I was talking about before is that you can't really know that from picking it up. Unlike where you can generally tell an indie book will be poorly edited if the cover art is unprofessional or there are typoes all over the cover copy, trad is broken up into different departments, so even if editorial was too overworked to get a decent edit letter churned out, that doesn't mean marketing will be weak.
One person said that some publishers put more money into marketing than editorial and that's why this is happening, but I fundamentally disagree because many of these books that are getting rushed out are not getting a whole lot by way of marketing either! And I will say that I think most authors are afraid to admit if their book was rushed out or poorly edited because they don't want to sabotage their books, but guess what? I'm fucking shameless. Café Con Lychee was a rush job! That book was poorly edited! And it shows! Where Meet Cute Diary got 3 drafts from me and my beta readers, another 2 drafts with me and my agent, and then another 2 drafts with me and my editor, Café Con Lychee got a *single* concrete edit round with my editor after I turned in what was essentially a first draft. I had *three weeks* to rewrite the book before we went to copy edits. And the thing is, this wasn't my fault. I knew the book needed more work, but I wasn't allowed more time with it. My editor was so overworked, she was emailing me my edit letter at 1am. The publisher didn't care if the book was good, and then they were upset that its sales weren't as high at MCD's, but bffr. A book that doesn't live up to its potential is not going to sell at the same rate as one that does!
And this may sound like a fluke, but it's not. I'm not naming names because this is a deeply personal thing to share, but I have heard from *many* authors who were not happy with their second books. Not because they didn't love the story but because they felt so rushed either with their initial drafts or their edits that they didn't feel like it lived up to their potential. I also know of authors who demanded extra time because they knew their books weren't there yet only to face big backlash from their publisher or agent.
I literally cannot stress to you enough that publisher's *do not give a fuck* about how good their products are. If they can trick you into buying a poorly edited book with an AI cover that they undercut the author for, that is *better* than wasting time and money paying authors and editors to put together a quality product. And that's before we get into the blatant abuse that happens at these publishers and why there have been mass exoduses from Big 5 publishers lately.
There's also a problem where publishers do not value their experienced staff. They're laying off so many skilled, dedicated, long-term committed editors like their work never meant anything. And as someone who did freelance sensitivity reading for the Big 5, I can tell you that the way they treat freelancers is *also* abysmal. I was almost always given half the time I asked for and paid at less than *half* of my general going rate. Authors publishing out of their own pockets could afford my rate, but apparently multi-billion dollar corporations couldn't. Copy edits and proofreads are often handled by freelancers, meaning these are people who aren't familiar with the author's voice and often give feedback that doesn't account for that, plus they're not people who are gonna be as invested in the book, even before the bad payment and ridiculous timelines.
So, anyway, 1. go easy on authors and editors when you can. Most of us have 0 say in being in this position and authors who are in breech of their contract by refusing to turn in a book on time can face major legal and financial ramifications. 2. Know that this isn't in your head. If you disagree with the choices a book makes, that's probably just a disagreement, but if you feel like it had so much potential but just *didn't reach it*, that's likely because the author didn't have time to revise it or the editor didn't have time to give the sort of thorough edits it needed. 3. READ INDIE!!! Find the indie authors putting in the work the Big 5's won't do and support them! Stop counting on exploitative mega-corporations to do work they have no intention of doing.
Finally, to all my readers who read Café Con Lychee and loved it, thank you. I love y'all, and I appreciate y'all, and I really wish I'd been given the chance to give y'all the book you deserved. I hope I can make it up to you in 2025.
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satoru loved how thick you were, he felt as though he got more out of you because of how plump you are, that fat ass, the stomach, the thighs, it was all he ever needed, your whole body was a temple, and he wanted to explore it all day long.
his hand was either always on your thighs or on your plump ass and taking a good squeeze out of it, satoru just loved having you on his lap and feeling all up on you, his hands were never kept to himself.
besides the fact that he loved the way you looked and how your curves showed in every outfit that you wore, the sex was so great that he couldn't get enough. whenever the two of you were hunching, he never made you feel small or disgusted, he made you feel loved and appreciated.
weight was never a problem and never will be. you had so much to look at and grab onto, it made his mouth water and his eyes shimmer, he wanted more of you even though he already had you.
don't even get him started on the way you look in his outfits, the way they made everything stand out, especially that ass of yours, he was high in the sky from it, he would do backflips and all if he could.
âcome sit babyâ patting his lap. you knew he didn't just want you to sit, and you were always right, one minute he was rubbing you on your sides and giving you kisses, the next your dress was ridden up, and his dick was inside you with his big hands on your ass, gripping the fuck out of it.
the way you bounced up and down on his was crazy, your boobs right in his face as he's moaning and kissing down your jaw to your chest, placing small kisses on the top of your breasts. your smell, your taste, the way you felt, it made tingles trickle down his spine.
âgive me more. can you do that for me?â strands of his white hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat and his eyes looking up at you practically begging for you to give him more of you, let him taste you, make him make you feel good.
he wanted to be on you all the time, giving you the pleasure and love that you needed and deserved.
while he was inside you, he would put his fingers in between yours whispering things in your ear while his dick was pressing against your weak spot making you squirt back to back, satoru telling you how good you were being, and his love makes him fuck you like he was.
he would fuck you like he hated you, while still giving you the love in between his stokes. so greedy yet his love was spilling out for you every second, his hands tracing over you making sure you felt what he was giving to you.
âi can never stop loving you.â
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18+ MDNI, fem!reader
having this really specific â and kind of goofy â thought about getting a tiny rubber duck as like a joke gift for your boyfriend yuuji, and him making sure itâs turned around whenever you guys fuck in the shower.
youâre having a full blown make out session and the water is hot as it runs down you both â yes, youâre squeezed together that tightly. his pink hair is dripping wet, it sticks to his forehead, and his mouth has formed into this adorable âoâ shape as he pants and stammers and grunts from how good your touch feels as you stroke him.
heâs got one palm pressed against the tiles that youâre leaning against, the other one is cupping your pussy. his fingers lazily circle your clit as his tongue tangles with yours; the tips nudging your warm entrance every so often and gathering the sticky arousal there before it can be washed away by the water because he knows he wonât be able to push that fat cock of his into you otherwise when the time comes for it.
however, when that time does indeed come and you hint at getting slammed, yuuji is pulling back, his honey-coloured eyes suddenly open wide. heâs still breathing like heâs just ran a marathon instead of standing in the shower and his broad chest heaves up and down as he turns his head to the side in one sharp movement; right in the direction of the spot where you both keep your shampoo bottles.
âyuujiâŠ? whatâs wrong?â you ask, eyelids still heavy with lust. it makes your vision somewhat blurry.
âjust a sec,â he rasps, searching amongst the bottles. âgotta make sure we donât have an audience.â
âan audience?â you repeat.
âyep!â he says, popping the p. âi meant this little sucker right⊠here.â
after a little rummaging, he finds the thing heâs been looking for: a small rubber ducky that youâd gotten him months ago as a means to cheer him up after heâd had a particularly bad day.
you watch, brow quirked in quiet amusement, as he carefully flips it around then, making sure it remains in the same exact spot, but this time with its little beak turned towards the shower wall instead of you.
he treats it with such care, like itâs made out of gold instead of plain vinyl. knowing him, he probably does see it that way and it makes you huff a laugh.
heâs just so goddamn endearing, isnât he?
seemingly pleased with his actions, yuuji swiftly focuses his attention back to you. he smiles that beaming lover boy grin that you feel weak in the knees for, and his hands are loving but firm as he grabs you by the hips, silently urging you to press your front against the tiles instead of your back.
âokay, your turn now.â
with how hard he is, something tells you he wonât treat you as gently as he did his present.
#this was fun to think about ok!!!!!!!!!#yuuji x reader#yuji x reader#yuuji smut#yuji smut#jjk smut#jjk x reader#biscuit drabbles
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