#i directly pulled design inspo from it lol

[swifty-fox]

How long has Burnout John been aware of Father Cleven? Maybe this is explored in your fic. I’m curious if he’s been watching him for awhile. I assume yes, since he had an inkling he’d be able to get Gale do what he did. But yet Gale also didn’t seem to recognize him.

Does Gale even believe in God and all the elements of priesthood—I’m assuming early on yes but seems to be questioning it now. I know in your first one it sounded like he joined because he as lost and lacking that familial support. What was his life like before the priesthood?

John seems to be bi/pan, how do you perceive Gale’s sexuality?

As someone who was raised in a religious background but now am agnostic/atheist, I’m intrigued by this whole fic set-up and where it goes.

Not for long, he grew up in Sheridan but hasn't lived there for almost the last decade. He recently came back to take care of his ailing grandmother

This close John could take in the details of him. He was as pretty as the first time John had seen him two months ago at six pm mass. Angular face softened by sleep, hair that was no longer tamed by gel and fell around his forehead and in sweet waves. A plain white t-shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders handsomely and clung to his tapered waist. His briefs were black and hemmed to mid-thigh, showing off the curves of him deliciously. -New WIP

Generally what happens with the church is they will assign priests where they are needed across the country/world. For instance my byzantine ortho church has a pastor from Ireland because he knows how to give the sermons in Ukrainian. Yes, it's a weird accent combo.

(Pastor whapped my brother right in the face with the holy water hence my giggle)

Gale does believe yes! Which is different from my KfaK Gale who doesn't go to church at all. But in this one I think Gale does believe but also wrestles strongly with his faith and feels like he's a fraud for not going into the clergy for the right reasons which furthers his issues with belief. I don't wanna get too into his life because spoilers but he was very much raised in an oppressive and unhealthy environment. Both his parents made it very clear to him that they did not want him around and resented him for it. it's a large influence as to why he struggles so much with fear surrounding his desires as well as this deep-seated need to be Seen. He learned from a young age it was dangerous and pointless to want things to be more or better, and was never given healthy attention by his caretakers so he craved it. I think pre-entering the seminary Gale did a couple of years community college and debated getting into astrophysics with a focus on black holes.

Gale is always gay to me! I can't picture him desiring women idk the show made him so sexless with Marge in my eyes I just can't see it haha. John is bisexual with a penchant for men in this au.

I was raised pretty religious to, at least surrounded by it. I was never pressured into it beyond getting my first communion to please my grandparents lol. But my Family are all Catholics of various denominations and my great aunt is a nun so

[briarborealisocs]

in terms of vibes, where do you pull inspirstion from for your WIPs? (you don't have to answer for all of them, just your current faves lol)

ohohohohhhh i love Vibes questions. i think i WILL answer for all of them actually

whoopsverse:

since kiska and vas are really my only active whoopsverse characters, ill talk about vibe inspo for them specifically rather than for the whole world. i made kiska and redesigned vas in the HEIGHT of my dsmp hyperfixation so a lot of their vibes character-wise are inspired by fanon takes on dsmp characters. namely, vas was inspired by the "young traumatized teenage rapscallion" archetype tommy fits into a lot of the time, and kiska was inspired by both philza and technoblade characterizations in a lot of fics (ancient, powerful, aloof, but kind and caring too)

as for vibes, like, aesthetically, kiska is very much like. a spooky monster. fog in the forest, glowing eyes staring back out at you from the darkness type beat. cryptid stuff. the creeping dread you get when the woods fall silent and you know there's a predator nearby. but also when she's off-duty she's very much inspired by like, soft domestic cottagecore type beat. like she lives out on a farm homesteading when she's in the mortal realm. meanwhile vas is purple i love purple i think it's a great color. she's inspired by like gremlincore (i think) where she just wears these big baggy clothes and looks a mess but in an almost intentional way. it's not intentional on her part but it is on mine lol

idk i don't really... pull vibes from specific media for them because i don't really engage with media that has Their Vibes very often. im sure there's a ton of stuff that's subconsciously influencing me but it's subconscious so. LOL

project starstruck:

pss is definitely different from a lot of my other stories in the sense that it's modern fantasy slice of life-ish thing. i pull a lot of vibes from Stories About College and from my own experiences and from others experiences, but then there's also a supernatural element where i grab a lot of inspiration from fics ive read that involve Ghosts. haha. the vibes are definitely like "our world but a little to the left" which is easier to quantify vibes-wise than some of my other stuff

austral and boreal are also (perhaps obviously) designed after the southern and northern lights, respectively. i grabbed a photo from The Internet and color picked for their og color palettes (i did my own color palettes in their most recent redesign). boreal's original outfit was inspired by like light academia and austral's was. a suit. in their redesigns austral still wears a blazer and slacks because she's a try hard but boreal is now inspired by like 80s-90s fashion, which i think is silly and cute because she's a ghost (even though she wasnt alive or dead back in the 80s and 90s). their post-story designs, austral dresses very casual in a hoodie and sweats because she's finally letting herself dress comfortably, and boreal is dressed in like a 60s-70s aesthetic Ish because she thinks it's very cool

silly superhero story:

this one is probably the easiest to pin down inspo for because i was Directly Inspired by something to make it. i read SOOOOOO many superhero au fanfics for the dsmp and i absolutely loved the fanon worldbuilding and archetypes/tropes that people used. i wanted to do my own spin on it but my dsmp ideas never worked out so i just made ocs to brainrot over instead. im sure a lot of those fics were inspired by marvel (i saw a lot of spiderman specifically) and i definitely grew up on marvel but im mainly pulling from the fics i read for vibes. back in 2021 i made a vigilante/superhero vibes playlist inspired by one @doeblossom had made. it's mostly upbeat high energy songs that i can imagine someone doing roof parkour combat to. that playlist was the one that i was listening to when i started brainrotting about these ocs, and to this day whenever i listen to it i go awooga awooga.

i also pull vibes from shows like gravity falls and the owl house in regards to plot pacing and conflict scaling. i love a good middle grades media that starts out fairly chill but gets crazy intense by the end!! sshs is more pg-13/young adult than middle grades just based on character ages but the vibes are still there. im also sick of young adult being swamped by grimdark and romance maybe some young adults want to read about silly things (i know i do)

anyhoozle yeaaaah woo!!

the weaver's apprentice:

this one the vibes are mostly driven by @natyune-writes but i draw inspiration for dijah and this story from madoka magica specifically. the vibes are there i hope. also kind of inspired by d&d and mystery/detective stories haha. this one is probably the story i have the least secure grasp on atp so maybe things will change in da future

toh oc:

sol is inspired by (obviously) the owl house but also i really wanted her to have kind of a benign mad scientist vibe. she's Orange also. since she's a self-insert (ish) as well as an oc i also project a lot of my own experiences onto her teehee she's my sillyguy

[davidpastrsnack]

girls need love - mikko rantanen

a/n: here it finally is! mikko is absolutely adorable but also so hot and i think it’s time he gets some more love on here. this is filthy, but you probably already knew that lol. the title is from girls need love by summer walker ft drake, a bop that gave me so much inspo. also major shoutout to @hookingminor​ for always screaming about mikko with me. i hope you all enjoy and please let me know what you think!

word count: 5k

You were completely zoned out, the sounds of the bar overcoming your senses as you stirred your nearly empty, watered-down drink. Nate and Tyson were howling about some locker room argument they had earlier that day while Tyson bumped into your shoulders, falling over in laughter at their foolery. The bodysuit you had on was driving you crazy, you wished so badly that you could be laying across in your sweats at home instead. 

You needed more alcohol if you were going to get through this night. Your gaze trailed to the bar, only to catch a glimpse of the one person you had been avoiding all night, a beautiful girl hanging off his arm drinking up whatever story he was telling. You subconsciously rolled your eyes at the way they were drooling over each other, pushing off the table with a scoff to go get another drink. 

It had been a rough week for you, but Tyson would not take no for an answer when he called you that morning asking you to go out with everyone. Just five days ago you had broken up with your boyfriend of a year and a half after finding half a lingerie set that did not belong to you under the bed in your shared apartment. Sure, you were beyond hurt that Alex would betray you like that, but it was almost alarming to you how quickly your anger turned to relief. 

It wasn’t that Alex hadn’t treated you well, until he didn’t, of course, but as the months passed in your relationship so did the excitement and passion. The two of you coexisted in that apartment, always saying hello and goodbye but there was barely anything in between. Not to mention the sex had plummeted downhill. He was never amazing in bed, but in the beginning, you still enjoyed it because you were having so much fun with him. Now you couldn’t even remember the last time you had an orgasm at the hands of someone other than yourself. 

You stomped up to the bar, your heeled booties clicking against the hardwood floor before they rested on the base of the stool you sat on. You easily grabbed the bartender’s attention, giving her your order before your head fell into your hands, running them through your hair while you waited. 

But of course, you couldn’t just get your drink in peace. Only minutes later you felt a body slide in next to you, shame crashing over you as you immediately recognized the scent of his cologne. You slowly lifted your head, your gaze locking with his as you confirmed that it was, in fact, Mikko. 

“What do you want?” you groaned, eyes squinting as you looked up at him.

It was taking everything within you not to drag your eyes down his body. He looked incredible, per usual. He was wearing all black, except for his crisp white designer sneakers. His bright blonde hair was longer than usual, the soft waves hanging over his forehead. His baby blue eyes were sparking down at you, slightly glazed over making it clear that he had his fair share of drinks tonight. His dark pink lips curved in a smirk as he heard your words, a comeback already falling off the tip of his tongue. 

“Why so grumpy, Y/N?” he teased, leaning his arms against the bartop encroaching on your personal space even more than his big body already was. 

“Not in the mood, Mikko,” you warned, smiling at the bartender as she slid you your drink. “What happened to your little friend, hmm?” 

The smirk on his face grew bigger, your jealousy not going over his head. 

“So you were watching me?” he grinned, patiently waiting for your response as you sip your drink. 

“It’s pretty hard to miss you when you’re eight feet tall,” you threw back, swinging your legs off the stool before heading back to the table. You meant it as an insult, but Mikko saw your bluff, just laughing as he watched you saunter away, his eyes lingering across your frame. His height was one of the things you found so disgustingly attractive about him and he knew it. 

You and Mikko had a complicated relationship, to say the least. 

You befriended Tyson over two years ago, one of your roommates briefly dated him and you hit it off when she introduced him to the group. You stayed in touch even after they broke up and you now considered him one of your closet friends in Denver. You were immediately welcomed into the crew of his teammates and Mikko caught your eye right away, the feeling mutual. He was in awe of you: the way you laughed at Gabe’s dad jokes, the way you blushed when EJ forced you two to talk, the way you cared so deeply for everyone in your life. You were perfect, but Mikko was as shy as they come. He stayed in his comfort zone, admiring you from a far distance despite the constant encouragement from the guys. He never garnered the courage to get to know you more personally, and before long you were with Alex. 

From that point on, your relationship turned from polite acquaintances to the two members of the group that were constantly going at each other. Mikko had been beating himself up for letting you go and it was easier for him to deflect his feelings through meaningless chirps. You felt the same way. You loved spending time with Alex but part of you always wondered what it would have been like if you had just made a move with Mikko. 

Now that you were single again, you couldn’t help but think about if things could change. So much had happened since you first met, but the physical attraction was still heavy between you two, if not more now that you didn’t have any reason to feel guilty for it. 

You slid back into the booth, resting your head against Tyson’s shoulder as you observed the conversation. He was in for one tonight, his cheeks already flushed bright red and his eyes glazed over. Great, you thought to yourself, already imagining the struggle you were going to have when you tried to get him home later. 

Your moment of peace was short-lived, however, your stomach dropping when Mikko sat down directly across from you, his legs brushing up against yours under the table. You picked your head up and rolled your eyes in disgust, bringing your drink up to your lips for a long sip. He left you alone for the time being, but it didn’t take him long for him to turn his attention back to you. 

“So, Y/N, where’s our favorite Alex?” he questioned, eyebrows raised as he looked at you, his sarcasm almost as thick as his accent. 

Your heart sank and you just stared back at him dumbfounded. Did he not know? There was no way none of the guys told him, right? Was he just playing a sick joke on you? You decided that it couldn’t be the latter, Mikko was a lot of things but he wasn’t cruel. 

The table was silent, everyone’s eyes on you waiting for your response. 

“Well, Mikko,” you hissed, emphasizing his name, “We broke up so I have no idea where Alex is.” 

His face fell as he heard your words, he had no idea. The guilt washed over him instantly, eyes trailing down to where your hands were anxiously twirling the straw of your drink. The awkwardness at the table was like nothing you had ever felt before, and you wished you could disappear at that moment. You were doing fine without Alex, more than fine actually, but you didn’t need to be reminded of your failed relationship in such a cold way, by Mikko of all people. 

The tension was finally broken by Tyson, his drunk rambling in full swing as he raised his glass. 

“We love you, Y/N,” he slurred, throwing his arm around your shoulders, “Plus, when’s the last time that asshole got you off?”

Your eyes went wide at his words, your head snapping to glare at him. You and Tyson were very close, and for better or worse you shared nearly everything with him. You trusted him with anything, but you couldn’t count on him keeping his mouth shut when alcohol was in the picture. 

Your cheeks heated up with embarrassment, only getting worse when you caught Mikko’s eye. He had a soft expression on his face as he stared at you, but there was a glint behind the blue of his irises that you had never seen before. 

That was the last straw and you quickly left the booth, heading straight to the bathroom in hopes of gathering yourself. Ever since you and Mikko had started going at each other, you always kept up the facade that Alex was the perfect man. It was now very much so obvious that he wasn’t with Tyson exposing the fact that he barely managed to satisfy you for over a year. You didn’t know what was worse: your embarrassment or your anger. 

After almost ten minutes of wallowing in the filthy bathroom, you pulled yourself together enough that you were ready to go back out. Hopefully, by now they had moved on, Tyson’s slip up just a faint memory. You opened the door, only to run into a broad chest as soon as you stepped outside. 

Goddammit, Mikko. 

You didn’t need to look to know who it was, pulling back right away to put some distance between the two of you. 

“Mikko, please,” you begged, “Can you please just leave me alone tonight?”

You finally raised your gaze to meet his, the emotion making your voice shaky as you pleaded with him. 

“No,” he spoke, his voice deep as he inched closer to you. 

You shook your head, a small laugh slipping out of your lips in disbelief of his audacity. You backed away from him even further until your body bumped against the brick wall. You were stuck, his scent intoxicating you as he inched closer. 

“I don’t want to leave you alone,” he continued, his fingertips dragging up the skin of your exposed forearm. 

Your breath hitched as he touched you, the close proximity clouding your senses and leaving a trail of goosebumps up your arm. 

“I want to take care of you, Y/N.”

Your eyes slipped shut as he spoke, his body nearly completely encroaching on yours now in the dingy corner of the bar. 

“Mikko,” you whispered, your head falling to look at your feet. There was no way he was saying what you thought he was, what you secretly hoped he was. 

He placed his thick pointer finger underneath your chin, urging you to look at him. 

“I’m sorry about Alex, I really am, but I don’t think you are. I was a complete idiot when I met you and I’m not doing that again.”

Your eyes were wide as you stared up at him, waiting for him to continue. Your heart was racing beneath your chest, your cheeks flushed as his eyes burned into your own. 

“Come home with me, Y/N. Let me take care of you like I should have been doing all along,” Mikko finished, his voice trailing off as he stood before you. 

One of his hands snaked around your waist, just lingering there, barely touching you as your head fell to rest against the hard brick. His other hand was pressed to the wall right next to your head, his bulging bicep clouding your peripheral vision. 

Two years. You had spent two years admiring Mikko from afar. And now here he was, offering himself up to you on a silver platter. There was no doubt in your mind that he would absolutely worship your body if you let him, and you wanted to let him. You were ashamed to admit how many times you had thought about him while getting yourself off over the years. He was just so big, so strong, and you couldn’t stop your mind from imagining what it would feel like to have him wrapped around you. 

“Take me home, Mikko,” you whispered, the slightest smile creeping onto your face as he smirked down at you. 

“Yeah?” he questioned, wanting to check that you were sure. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, “But hurry up before I change my mind,” you smiled, your hand brushing against his chest as you teased him. 

He rolled his eyes, a deep laugh coming from his throat. But the tension was back right away, your heart stopping as his gaze flickered down to your lips and he leaned in. You closed your eyes in anticipation, so ready to finally have him touch you, but just as your mouths were about to connect he swerved, instead pecking your cheek. You pouted as he pulled back, a cheeky grin across his lips as he started to back away from you. 

“I think you can wait a little bit longer, prinsessa,” he spoke, urging you to follow him back to the table. 

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Less than fifteen minutes later you were in the back of an Uber, Mikko’s hand sitting dangerously high on your thigh as he stared out the window. After your encounter outside the bathroom, you told the guys that you weren’t doing well and you were going to head out. He took his chance to slip out with you, claiming that he wanted to make sure you got home okay considering his comment was why you were leaving. Or so they thought. 

The ride to his place was quick, and you were grateful because you didn’t think you could go much longer without him touching you. The tension in the car was palpable and you were convinced even the driver could feel it in the air. Mikko got out first, offering you his hand to help you slide out. You gulped as you felt his hand completely engulfed yours, your mind wandering to what else was that big. 

The painful anticipation didn’t last much longer, Mikko pinning you against the door as soon as you both were inside. His lips found yours immediately and you sighed into the kiss, two years of tension finally being released. You worked perfectly against each other, the first moan of the night coming from you as he bit your bottom lip between his teeth, letting it snap back so he could re-tangle your tongues. His hands were wrapped around your waist, fingertips sneaking under the hem of the black top you had on. He pulled away from your mouth, trailing wet, hot kisses down your jaw and neck. 

“Fuck, Mikko,” you whimpered, your hips rutting up as he found your sweet spot below your ear. He smirked against your skin and knowing exactly what you needed he moved one hand down to your ass so he could hike your leg up across his hip. His hardening length was now pressed against your core and you couldn’t control the moan you let out, desperately needing more from him. 

“Mikko, please,” you begged, your hands tugging the base of his blonde curls. 

“Okay, baby,” he whispered, lifting you up with ease and carrying you to his room, his lips still attached to your neck. 

He dropped you down on the bed, pulling back from you only to take his shirt off before he was hovering over you. You ran your hands across his pale skin, the ripples of his muscles in contrast with your soft fingertips. He stared down at you, his baby blue eyes burning into yours, and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes shut at his tender action, your hands wrapping across the expanse of his back. 

He continued his assault on your neck, this time soothing the many marks he made in the entryway. The tops of your breasts were now spilling over your blouse, his plump lips biting into the flesh. You pushed him away just enough so you could yank the shirt off, Mikko swearing under his breath as he saw the black lace bra you had on. His hands slipped around your back, unclasping it before attaching his mouth to your nipples. Your body arched up into his at the contact, Mikko smiling as he trailed down your stomach before pausing at the waistband of your jeans. 

“How do you wanna cum first, baby, hmm?” he cooed as you squirmed beneath him, “Tongue? Fingers? Both?”

“Anything, Mikko,” you pleaded, “Please just touch me.”

“Whatever you want, prinsessa.”

Mikko finally unzipped your jeans, sliding the denim off your legs painfully slowly. He groaned as he saw your matching panties, a dark chuckle leaving his mouth at the wet spot seeping through the lace. 

“You really need this, huh?” he smirked, his middle finger delicately tracing the outline of the material. 

“So badly, Mikko,” you whined, lifting your hips in search of more friction. 

Mikko didn’t waste any more time teasing you, instead hastily ripping the panties off and hooking your legs over his shoulders, attaching his mouth to your dripping core. You cried out at the contact, his tongue licking a long stripe up your slit before reaching your clit. He moaned into you at his first taste, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. Your head was thrown back against the pillows, your hands tangled in his blonde hair as he flicked his tongue against you. He moved one of his arms to rest against your stomach, keeping you in place as he pulled moan after moan from you. 

“Fuck, fuck,” you cried out. Alex hadn’t gone down on you for at least the last six months of your relationship, but even when he had it didn’t feel anything like this. Mikko seemingly already knew your body inside and out and he was getting just as much pleasure out of it as you were. 

“So good, prinsessa,” he groaned, “So good for me.”

His dark pink pout wrapped around your clit, the pressure overwhelming your senses. He switched between flicking and sucking, your back arched off the mattress as you felt your climax approaching. 

“Fuck, I- I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Mikko didn’t stop, rather he went faster, your high crashing over you as your mouth hung open in a silent scream. Your hands pulled his hair so tight, your body tensing as his tongue coaxed you through your high, only stopping when you pushed him away, the sensitivity getting to be too much. 

He pressed a gentle kiss to your swollen clit before pulling away, trailing kisses down the inside of your inner thighs while you came down. 

“Feel good, baby?” 

You laughed at his question, you had never felt better. 

“So good, Mikko.”

Your body felt numb, still not recovered from one of the best orgasms you’ve had in years. Your hand pushed Mikko’s hair out of his face, his eyes meeting yours as he smiled up at you. You played with the curls for a few minutes, the smell of sex thick in the air, before he got antsy again. 

“Ready for another?” he asked, a cheeky smirk on his face as you looked down at him.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and gave him a slow nod, having an idea what he had in mind. 

You were right, as soon as you gave him the all good Mikko’s middle finger was back on your core, spreading your cum around before slowly slipping inside. Your head fell back at the stretch, it only took one of his thick fingers to make you ache. He stared up at you as he moved it in and out, gaging your reaction before adding a second. 

“Yes, Mikko,” you whined, your breath hitching each time he brushed your g-spot. 

He picked up his pace, the filthy sounds of your wetness filling the air as he pumped in and out. The contrast between the roughness of his fingers and the smoothness of your walls was making your eyes roll back, your high already approaching. 

“You want another one, baby?” he hummed, his accent growing thicker. 

You couldn’t find the words to respond, just nodding as you looked down at him. He looked so pretty, his face hovering above you as his blue eyes stared up at you, smiling as you lost control of your body. His arm was flexing with each movement, hitting your g-spot perfectly over and over again. 

“Mikko- Mikko,” you screamed, your climax overtaking you as he added his thumb to the equation, rubbing tight circles on your clit. 

Your legs started shaking, your heels digging into his back while Mikko fucked you through your high, words of encouragement falling from his lips as you cried out his name. 

“So pretty, prinsessa,” he cooed, “Such a good girl.”

He finally pulled back, slipping his fingers out of you and licking your cum off of them one by one. You were in a state of complete bliss, your body tingling from the two orgasms and his pants hadn’t even come off yet. He kissed up your body, smiling into you when he reached your lips. You sighed into him, the taste of yourself lingering on his tongue. It didn’t take long for you to get desperate for him again and you could feel him resting heavy against your leg.

You separated from him, whispering, “I need you, Mikko.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, sitting up so he could shake his pants and boxers off. 

You audibly whimpered as you saw him completely bare in front of you, he was large. Without even realizing you were doing it, you reached out for him begging him to come back to you. Mikko let out a chuckle at your eagerness, grabbing a condom from his nightstand before leaning over you again. 

“I got you, Y/N,” he murmured, throwing the foil to the side. 

 “How do you want me?” you purred, giving him your most innocent eyes as you gently stroked him. 

Mikko nearly gave out at your touch, mumbling a fuck before he responded. 

“Turn around,” he ordered, his hands spreading over your ass when you did what he said. 

A soft smile crept onto your lips, you had a feeling that’s what he would want. You arched your back, your ass resting against his lower stomach as he gripped your waist. A whimper escaped your lips as he teased your entrance with his tip before finally sinking in. Your mouth fell open as he stretched you out, he was without a doubt the biggest you had ever had. 

“Shit, so fucking tight, prinsessa,” he murmured. 

He made sure to go slow, pausing once he was all the way in to let you adjust. 

“Mikko, please,” you moaned out once you were ready. 

He took the hint right away, swiftly pulling out before slamming back into you. Your mind went blank as he moved, he was hitting so deep within you with every thrust. He slid one of his hands from its post on your waist to the back of your neck, holding you there for more leverage. 

“Fu- Fuck,” you cried, surely loud enough for his poor neighbors to hear. 

“Feel good, baby?” he questioned, continuing his relentless pace. 

He leaned down to rest his body against yours and you whined at the feeling of having him completely envelop you. Your head was pressed into the pillows when you felt his hot breath on your neck. 

“Were you jealous when you thought about me fucking that girl like this, hmm?”

His accent was so heavy at this point that his words were barely understandable, but you knew what exactly he said. You couldn't muster up a response, rather a deep groan came from your throat as you nodded. 

“Don’t worry, baby, I only fuck you like this, like that piece of shit should have been this whole time.”

Your body almost collapsed at his words, the contrast between the cute, funny Mikko everyone loved and the filthy one that was fucking you into next week clouding your senses. 

“I- I’m so close,” you whined 

Mikko snapped his hips even faster and snaking one hand down to your clit. 

“Come on, baby, cum for me.”

The pressure on your sensitive nub was too much, his small circles sending you over the edge right away as he continued to brush your g-spot. 

“Mikko, Mikko, Mikko,” you screamed, your mind completely blank as he fucked you through your climax, prolonging your pleasure for as long as possible. You had never had an orgasm so intense, stars filling your vision as the pure pleasure overtook your body. 

The way you cried and clenched around him had him giving in as well, his loud moans as he came the hottest sound you had ever heard. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned as he finally slowed his hips, leaning over you once again to press a trail of kisses across your spine while you tried to regain your breath. 

He stayed like that for a few minutes, moving your hair to the side to continue kissing around your neck before he finally slipped out. You winced at the sudden loss of contact. 

 “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” Mikko cooed as he went to throw out the condom and get a damp towel to clean you up with. 

You laid on your stomach as you waited for him, your body too weak to even think about moving. Before long you heard his footsteps coming towards you, a soft smile on his face as you turned your head to look at him. 

“Come here, honey,” he spoke, a quiet laugh leaving his lips as he saw you completely fucked out on the bed. 

Mikko grabbed your waist, gently flipping you over so you were now resting on your back. You winced again as he brushed the washcloth against your still so sensitive core, but he tried to relax you with a kiss to your forehead. You opened your eyes to watch him walk around the room, his arms flexing as he pulled on a fresh pair of boxers. Your eyes slipped shut once again, the physical and emotional exhaustion hitting you. 

“Here, prinsessa,” you heard from just above you, looking up to see Mikko sitting right next to you. You were surprised that he was still using pet names now that the activities of the night were over, but you were even more surprised to see a shirt in his hands. 

“Oh, I-,” you stumbled, “I don’t have to stay, Mikko,” you whispered, realizing that now you would have to figure out what your relationship was going to look like moving forward. 

“I want you to stay,” he rebutted, “I mean- if you want to.”

“I want to,” you reassured, sensing that he was feeling vulnerable after his confession. 

“Good,” Mikko smiled, moving his hand to push a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

You took the shirt from him, slipping the soft fabric over your head. It was huge on you and you didn’t miss how his eyes lingered on the Rantanen 96 that was written across the sleeve. Mikko lifted the sheets so you could slide beneath them, pulling you flush against his body as soon as he was under them as well. 

Mikko’s strong arms wrapped around your waist, his fingertips resting under the hem of the shirt on your bare skin. His legs tangled with yours while he tucked his head in the crook of your neck. You were completely enveloped by his large frame, your body relaxing as he gave you a gentle squeeze. 

After just a few minutes of comfortable silence, you heard his quiet voice tickle your ear. 

“Y/N?” he whispered. 

“Yeah?” you responded, your voice barely loud enough to hear. 

“I really mean what I said before. You deserve so much better. Someone who can treat you right. And not just with sex, but obviously that too,” he nervously laughed, his tired rambling continuing, “I don’t know if I’m totally out of line here, but I really want to be that for you.”

You couldn’t contain your emotions as Mikko spoke, the tears burning the back of your eyes as you took in his tender words. You had settled for mediocre for so long, and he was right, you deserved better. You turned in his grasp, your hand gripping his forearm as you looked up at him. 

“Oh no, don’t cry, prinsessa,” he cooed, his thumb catching the single tear that was rolling down your cheek. 

“I’m fine,” you chuckled, blinking until you could see clearly again. “I just- yes, Mikko. I really want that too.”

The grin that spread across his face was one of pure joy, his arms tightening around you as he pulled you even closer to him. Your head fit perfectly in the crook of his neck, smiling into his skin when he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. 

“I have to say, I’m impressed that you went so long pretending to hate me,” Mikko chirped, the playfulness of your relationship coming right back. 

You pulled back with an exaggeration gasp, your eyes wide as you stared up at him. His dark pink lips were spread open as he laughed, his blue eyes sparkling in the dim light. 

“Keep that up and I won’t be pretending anymore,” you challenged, nuzzling back into his bare chest. 

“No this is way more fun,” he giggled. 

You rolled your eyes at him, sliding your arm around his toned middle as you felt your eyelids grow heavy. 

“Good night, prinsessa.”

“Good night, Mikko.”

This was the last place you expected to find yourself tonight, but you knew it was exactly where you were supposed to be. 

[brahkest-fr]

Hey there! I’m currently trying to work out some anthro designs for my dragons, but I’m having the HARDEST time thinking of outfit designs. Sure, their onsite apparel helps, but not when the only apparel they have is a birdskull necklace and some earrings. :’D Do you have any advice for coming up with outfits?

I’ll do my best! Onsite apparel is usually not my fav but they are pretty good for figuring out themes or colors.

Let’s go through my outfit process with a new derg of mine, Alessa

She’s a witch but I’m definitely not going for the outfit seen here - it’s just basically something to help get down the colors (so black lol) and theme.

So my first piece of advice is figuring out where you wanna go in terms of outfit. This girl’s ez pz cuz witch but if you have a derg that has barely anything on, I would ask yourself some questions like - what is their job? Do they need an outfit for that? What kind of style would they wear if not concerning a job - casual, formal, loose, tight, etc? Figuring out a term (like a job title or type of clothing like suit) for your theme is gonna be very helpful in the next part. Even something as vague as “red” will net you results.

So I always start with a blank sort of mannequin for my dragon, just a simple pose to get a good ref going. Here I have some important features I want to keep in mind for later such as the arm feathers, the tail, the witch hat, etc which can affect how the outfit looks later on.

Theme is pretty important here as now I hit up my best friend google and slap in “‘insert theme here’ fashion.” So in this case I searched “modern witch fashion” because I want her to be a witch but not like, an old timey crinkly one.

Not bad results! Now I will sometimes pull directly from these pics for clothes, merge/splice outfits together OR I will use them as inspo to create something unique on my own. Don’t be discouraged if finding the right inspo takes awhile as you never know what will click for you. Feminine fashion is gonna take up most search results so if you want something more masculine, just add male or masculine to your search or any other key word you’ll need.

This method will work even if you have unconventional outfits like fantasy ones or armor. Just be sure to use the right keywords that fit your theme like “cold weather armor male.”

Some progress! I took a few ideas from various results and edited in my own ideas - for example the top has big sleeves up to the elbow so it doesn’t interfere with the feathers while the actual pic I referenced has tight sleeves to the wrist.

Added some hair that I also referenced cuz art hard and idk how hair works lol. Reinstating the importance of refs!

But that’s basically it. Smooch some references (and by some I mean A LOT) because it’s very helpful to pull your ideas together. Even if you have a small idea like, big pants or something lol, it can help begin the basis for an entire outfit. No colors for this one yet because I’m still working on her but same rules as before apply.

Also don’t be afraid to branch out! You know those wacky ass fashion shows where people wear like trash bags or pringles and you’re like, wow that’s awful? Check out that shit unironically. It’s all about exaggeration and something there might spark an idea like a funny hat, neat shoes, or even just a color.