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arachine · 2 years ago

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cross-court . . . (๑>◡๑)

synopsis :: after a long day of patrolling, bakugou wants nothing more than to unwind by taking his furry companion on a stroll near the park. what he doesn’t expect, though, is to run into you. genre :: mature warnings :: smut (18+), characters are in their mid-twenties, phone sex, bakugo is lowkey a creep, maybe just a tiny bit of a loser, mentions of alcohol word count:: 3.7 k note:: this is a really old fic that i edited a bit. couldn’t be asked to edit it further! just wanted to get smth out >_<

The soreness in his bones is definitive proof of a hard day's work. He’d been summoned earlier that afternoon to patrol the perimeter of Kyushu (well, he was asked to pick up a shift for Kirishima and felt obligated to comply), and hadn’t caught a break since. Bakugou expected this much, though. The days and nights were growing warmer, which could only mean that there’d be a significant increase in crime—to his disdain.

Although he spent most of the day chasing down criminals, there was currently only one thing occupying his mind. And if he could successfully (and quickly) get to his apartment without any obstacles, then he’d have a little more time to see…you.

He’s not exactly sure when he first noticed you. It’s something that he tries to recall often, but he only ever comes up short, ultimately guessing that you were always there in the background on the days he wasn’t paying attention. The earliest memory of you—and the only one he can vividly remember—is sometime last spring. There you were at the community tennis court, with your racket in hand, dashing gracefully across the cement and skillfully obstructing your opponent’s strokes.

If it were any other day, sure, he might’ve paid you no mind, but the way your eyes gleamed with determination—like you were certain that you’d win—is what made his stare linger a little longer. Your force on the court was fierce, and care-free, and all encompassing, and if he had a say, he’d say that you were in your own little bubble. So, that’s what he associates you with now. Spring. The season that brought warmth, and clear skies, and cool breezes, and cherry blossoms.

The elevator ride up to his apartment is short, just as short as the conversation he had with the pro hero who happened to enter the elevator with him. He responds to their attempts at small talk with half-hearted grunts, and sometimes he says nothing at all. Honestly, he doesn’t know why people even bother. Soon, the elevator arrives on his floor with a ding, and he exits without saying a word.

“Yeah I—oh! Have a good day, Dynamite. Nice tal-” T he elevator shuts before they can finish their sentence.

As soon as he jiggles his keys in front of the door, his ears pick up the familiar sound of heavy paws and excited barks that belong to his furry companion. Instantly, he’s greeted with slobbery kisses and licks.

“Alright already…y’damn mutt,” Bakugou hisses, pretending to hate the affection, “quit actin’ like I haven't seen ya in days.” After a minute or two of playing around, he kisses his teeth to call the dog over to where he stands with its collar and leash.

“Where are we going? Are we going on a walk, girl?” he smoothes a hand over her coat after adjusting the collar around her neck, “we gonna see that pretty girl? Hm, Nala? Yeah we fucking are. Let’s go.”

He takes this route often just to see you. It’s pathetic, really, and it’s also embarrassingly far from his apartment complex. Makes him feel like one of those creeps who frequent the park to get a glimpse at you—which was what he was kinda already doing—albeit, he liked to persuade himself into thinking his intentions were of pure heart.

At first, he told himself that he just liked watching you because you were good. You were strong, and fast—quick on your toes and quick with your words. Sometimes, he’d pick up on the shit talking between you and your opponents, and he’d laugh. All low and hearty, nodding his head like he was on the receiving end of the jab. But then he realized one day how odd he must’ve appeared to passerbyers like himself who probably witnessed him laughing along.

You reminded him of himself, though. And as much as he tried to tell himself that this—or whatever this really was— was just pure and unadulterated admiration, he knew it was just bullshit. Because now he wasn’t just noticing things like your strength, and your quick-wittedness, and your drive for triumph. No, he was starting to take interest in other things—other thoughts. Thoughts that were beginning to sound a whole lot like: ‘I wonder what color panties she’s wearing’ and a lot less like ‘she’s so cool’.

Soon, every thought at the forefront of his mind was becoming sullied with fantasies of you. He was gradually becoming hyper-aware of the fact that you had a body. And yes, you had arms, and hands, and legs, and feet, and skin—in the way that everyone does—but he was starting to notice something. Your figure.

The cords of muscle in your calves (sinewy and taut, in the way that only muscles can be), your neck, the sleekness of it—a precursor to your chest, and your torso, and your ass. God, your damned ass, and your damned, stupid fucking tennis skirts. It drove him crazy. Seeing you frolick all around the court, in those little skirts that did fuck all at keeping you covered.

And as much as he wanted to pretend that seeing a flash of your cute little panties for a modicum of a second was the biggest of his concerns…He can’t. Because regardless of his faux disdain for your prancing around in tight clothes, it’s what keeps bringing him back. And he’d keep coming back. Again, and again, and again, and…again, until he worked up the nerve to say something.

Today he finds that nerve quickly. Not intentionally, unfortunately, but by force. Because today? Today the odds were working in his favor. Today his dog’s dumbass ball happened to roll a little too far in your court. Far enough for it to roll all the way under the gate and to your feet, presenting itself like a silver platter.

Fucking great, he thinks. He wasn’t prepared in the slightest to talk to you, at least not today. But today wasn’t just a day; today was the worst of days, and shit was hitting the fan fare more than he would’ve liked. He’s pulled from his reverie when Nala gets the bright idea to run after the ball, and before he notices, she’s already up and tackling you over.

So much for first impressions. He’d damn her straight to hell if he could (he wouldn’t), but then he figures he ought to thank his furry companion for piquing your interest because instead of freaking out (like a normal person would after being tackled by an unaccompanied dog), you receive her with open arms. All pets and giggles, praises and kisses. Nice, Nala.

Now he’s standing there awkwardly, making that one ultra-specific face that owners make when their pets get loose and they don’t know whether to run pathetically after them or let them wreak havoc. Yeah, that one. All he can muster is a slanted smile and a wave of his hand, though from this far, he supposes he just looks weird.

In a last-ditch attempt, he tries to lure Nala back to where he stands, but to no avail. She’s enamored with you. Giving you paws and kisses, exposing her tummy to you, wagging her tail–but most importantly she’s ignoring him! Maybe he would damn her to hell.

“Phwt, Nala,” he whistles, rather badly, “stop ignoring me y’damned traitor. I’m your owner. You’re supposed to listen to me…” The last bit comes out in a whisper reserved for himself, but he guesses he wasn’t as quiet as he thought he was, because now you’re making eye contact and rising from your haunches.

Fuck, you were coming.

You jog over to where he stands stupidly in his tracks, yelling a loud, “hey, is this your dog?” from across the court. When you get within his proximity, he thinks you’re stretching your hand out to greet him (to which he offers his own), but your limb strategically misses his, and he freezes as he watches you drop the ball in his hand. The blond feels stupid, but he quickly fixes his composure, forcing a stiff smile on his face, trying not to gag at the amount of slobber on his hand.

“Sorry about that, I get a little carried away whenever a dog’s around” you confess, looking down amicably at the furry giant. Bakugou shakes his head in response, mumbling a cool ‘it’s fine’ under his breath. You’re the first to initiate small talk—a pleasantry he finds vexing—but he finds himself hyper-fixating a little too hard on your lips that are spewing words of triviality. Every now and then, he remembers to nod his head, and then he subconsciously tells you his name when the question arises.

His irises shift from your plump lips, to the dip in your collarbone, and then finally, they settle on the dew droplets of sweat that trickle down your chest. The pro hero notices that he hasn’t heard a damn thing you’ve said for the entire duration of this conversation. But now you’re looking at him, and your lips aren’t moving, and fuck, you were definitely waiting for a response.

“Do you wanna fuck?”

It takes him a second to register you’ve said something, and then it takes him another second to register if what he heard was truly what you’d said.

“I'm sorry, what?” he queries, wrapping the leash around his hand once, then twice.

“I asked if you wanted to exchange numbers?” you smile innocently, holding your phone out.

“I've seen you and this pretty girl,” you start, bending down to pet the excited pup, “walking around for a while, and I figured…I don’t know—that I could play around with her some time. you know, if that’s alright with you…”

Oh, so he must’ve heard you wrong the first time, he thinks. Looking down at his pup, the two make eye contact briefly before the furry companion barks in approval, wagging its tail eagerly.

“Yeah, sure,” he nods and gestures for you to hand over your phone. After he punches his digits into your phone, you’re quick to exchange your phone for his, undergoing the same process of punching in little numbers.

When the two of you part ways, he opens his phone again to look at your contact. A small chuckle leaves his lips once he sees the name you saved your number under.

“Tennis girl,” he whispers to himself.

The door to his apartment swings open swiftly, and he unclasps the leash around the dog’s neck before meandering over to the fridge to grab a beer. The first sip is pure elation. He doesn't drink everyday, but he likes to keep a case of this liquid-gold relief at his disposable.

Before he can indulge in another sip, his phone buzzes with a notification. Nobody usually has the balls to bother him after his shifts, but he doesn’t think much of it. Not until it buzzes for a second time, then a third, and now he’s agitated enough to rest his drink on the counter.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he seethes, clobbering over to his room where he threw his phone. The screen flashes brightly from across the room and then fades to black. “Who the fuc—“

He taps the screen to see one message, two image attachments, and a voice memo, all from you. Skeptically, he opens his phone and clicks on your contact to see the messages. The first message says ‘figured you might like these’ and then his vermillion eyes flicker over to the two pictures.

One is angled low enough to show the bottom of your ass, and the other is of you bent over with your hand pushing your panties to the side, cunt front and center, and dripping. Your face isn’t in either, but he knows it’s you because of that damned skirt.

The longer he stares at the pictures, the more his face riddles with confusion, and the more his sweats become impossibly uncomfortable to be in. Then he remembers the voice memo. There's a brief silence before a familiar voice begins to speak. It's low and breathy.

“You know—shit—you’re so fucking clueless. I've s-seen you ogling me for months, and t-today I caught you staring at my chest,” he’s almost certain he can see you playing with your pussy with the lewd sounds that are coming through his phone.

“I asked if you w-wanted to fuck, but you were—fuck—were too caught up in being a p-pervert. Guess you missed your chance...”

The voice note ends there. He utters a few proclivities into the air, sighing frustratedly as he falls back into the marshmallowy plush comforter of his bed. The tightness in his pants is annoying, really fucking annoying, but the dull ache in his cock is much more convincing than the small voice in his head.

Fumbling to untie the drawstrings, he quickly pulls his sweats, along with his boxers, down to rest at the apex of his thighs. His cock is heavy against his abdomen, the mushroomy head burning scarlet and dripping with silk. God, he hated how easily he had fallen victim to your trickery. He was observant, and quick-witted, and could generally tell when a chick wanted to sleep with him.

But this? He’d never expected this. Or whatever this really was. He'd watched you from afar all these months, overheard your many idle conversations with friends as you tied your tennis shoes on the bench, and he often caught glimpses of the smile that graced your face whenever you scored a point. You were innocent, then. at least, that’s the conclusion he came to after clandestinely peering into fleeting moments of your life—but now he figures that’s what you wanted him to see, allowed him to see.

Bakugou's heart begins to thump a little faster with each firm tug to his length, the fixed lub-dub murmur of the organ now something completely unrecognizable. Just as he’s about to shut his eyes, he sees a flash of white from his peripheral view. It’s another text from you.

tennis girl: left me on read :(

tennis girl: you touching yourself rn?

The boy huffs out a breath and throws his head back, continuing his ruthless ministrations on his aching cock. His ears perk up to the sound of yet another notification.

tennis girl: want some help ;)

“The fuck?” His eyes narrow into slits as he reads the message, but he’s too concerned with finishing to respond. When he thinks you’ve finally given up, you once again, prove him wrong. Instead of a few intermittent buzzes, his phone now rings irksomely. You’re requesting a facetime call. He stares at his reflection on the phone, uncertain if he should indulge you or finish without your ‘help’, as you put it, but impulsively picks it up.

The camera is already flipped once the call goes through. You’re sitting on your bed with your legs spread, and a dildo nestled in your cunt. He hears the creak of the bed as your body thrashes and contorts from pleasure, and he hears the pretty moans that spill from your mouth. Of course, you’re the first to break the silence.

“‘M so wet ‘cause of you,” your voice is sultry and sweet, “couldn’t wait to get home ’n touch myself…wanna touch you so bad.”

“Yeah?” he asks, you can’t really see him in the dimness of his room, but you know there’s mischief laced in his voice. “Y’wanna touch me? What would you do?” Bakugou squeezes his girth just before bringing a cupped hand to his mouth to spit.

“Go on, tell me, and then I'll tell y’what I've been dying to do to you for months,” he flips the camera, smoothing the warm spit down his length.

“Been thinkin’ about taking you to my apartment since i first saw you,” you bring the dildo out momentarily, “and you fucking me like this,” you slam the silicone back into your cunt. The dildo wasn’t nearly as big as he was, but the sight of it disappearing in and out of you made his dick jump pathetically.

“That all, princess?” he mocks, like he’s unimpressed by your reply. You vehemently shake your head but realize he can’t see your face, so you open your mouth again to speak.

“No…I think a lot about sucking you off too,” you confess, “and how bad I want you to finish down my throat.”

“So this whole time you’ve been thinking about me like this? What a dirty little slut,” he breathes, a light chuckle leaving his wet, bitten lips.

“Guess it’s my turn now, huh?” Your eyes flutter closed so that you can hone in on his words.

“For starters,” he says matter-of-factly, “you might wanna get a bigger dildo, ‘cause my dick’s a lot bigger than that.”

“Really?” you pull the dildo out of your cunt and opt to use your fingers instead, resting the cold pads on the swell of your clit. Slowly, you circle the flesh, a few whimpers emitting from your throat.

“Yeah, it’d—shit—stretch you out b-better too,” his breathing quickens as he begins to reach his peak. “Been wantin’ to dump my load in that pretty little cunt for a minute.”

“What else?” there’s curiosity nestled under your tongue. You wanna say more to coax him on but find it rather difficult to form a coherent thought.

“‘Bout your thighs wrapped ‘round my head, and stuffing you full of my fingers,” Bakugou’s calloused grip is tighter now, sloppier. You assume from his occasional grunts and curses that he’s close to finishing, and judging by your intermittent pants, he comes to the conclusion that you are too.

With determination, you continue your brutal ministrations on your clit, the nub wholly numb and engorged beneath your fingertips. For a second, you almost forget about the man’s presence, utterly too focused on reaching your own climax, not even paying mind to the fact that your eyes had been glued shut. The sound of slick skin, rubbing against slick skin, reverberates through your phone’s speaker. You’d like to imagine the expressions he’d make if he were here with you now. Would they be soft? Hard? Plain? Or would they be an amalgamation of each. Your imagination doesn’t get the chance to wander too far, because soon, he flips the camera towards his face, almost as if he’d heard your inner monologue.

The light in his room is still dim, save for the bits of the sun peaking through the blinds that aid in exposing half of his face. Most of his features are subdued by the darkness—all but his eyes (and his flushed cheeks)—which seem to hold so much expression in them. Even with just half of his face on display, he still looks pretty. You attempt to see if you can make out any of the rest of his features, but to no avail.

“Turn your camera around, wanna see your face,” it comes out more like a demand than a plea. You do as he says and flip your camera. When his eyes find your own, he sits up against his headboard, the second half of his face now uncovered. Seeing all of his features work harmoniously to make a lewd expression was enough to tip you over the edge, and it wasn’t helping that his open-mouthed pants were growing more and more provocative.

“S-So close, ‘m gonna come!”

“Fuck, go ahead, baby,” he weakly ruts into his fist, “Show me the face you make when you come.”

You feel the knot in your lower abdomen begin to wind tighter and tighter, the pressure on your bladder becoming almost unbearable. Your flicking and circling never falter, that is, until you press down on the spot where your bladder resides beneath, and feel an abundance of pleasure wash over you like an unruly tide. The essence that drips from your core stands out starkly against the dark linen of your bed.

Bakugou watches intently as you whimper and pant through the screen, your chest rising and falling like rose petals in the wind. Your tired, sultry eyes alone are more than enough to make him finish, but then you flip the camera to show your bed and now he’s really close.

“Look at the mess, you did this.”

“God, you’re so f-fucking dirty,” he grits through bared teeth, “Show me your pretty pussy, yeah?”

Once his vermillion eyes meet your cunt, dripping and convulsing, he reaches his peak. The boy releases a strangled moan, falling tirelessly onto his back as his cock streams liquid hot white onto the expanse of his stomach. He uses whatever energy he has left to fist the appendage a few more times, groaning into his neck once he sees the globs of cum coating his knuckles.

The gentle breeze sneaking in through the window aids in cooling down his hot skin. From the window he can see cherry blossoms dancing in the air; his heart slows as he witnesses a single petal stick to his window. Bakugou is brought back to reality upon hearing your voice.

“Hope this isn’t the last time,” your face is softer in the afternoon glow, “don’t think I’ve ever come this hard.” There’s some lingering hope hidden in the obsidian of your eyes. He can’t help but to laugh, of course this wouldn’t be the last time. Not after he’d been dreaming of this for months.

“You won’t hafta hope for nothin’, princess. Next time you’ll be gettin’ the real thing.”

The call ends promptly, and as soon as it does, you get a text.

Bakugou: Free next Friday night at 8. Come to this address.

Bakugou: xxxxx xxxxx Apt.

Your lips upturn into a mischievous smile. He has no idea…

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void-botanist · 3 months ago

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therealslimshakespeare · 4 months ago

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Dying over all this lovely Lu and Benny content 🥹 Can I request more of your thoughts on her and Benny and Meatball and her overcoming her trauma related to dogs

Why of course!

The initial stages of her recovery from some of the dog related ptsd is still in the weeds and I’m working on timeline for it. For instance- she’s not going to utterly collapse on sight of Meatball on coming back but she’s most assuredly no longer wanting to pet and dance with and be slobbered over by the sweet doggie. Tepid greeting and at a distance while Buck makes jerky hand motions to signal no one let him off his leash.

Don’t make me draw a comparison to Lu withdrawing from the Mascot of the 100th to Lu withdrawing from the leadership of the 100th and her ties to the Group….

But Meatball later on. First time she and Benny meet for work on her legal papers, deeds, etc, Oil Stuff shall we call it, it’s at his house because they argued over who liked to road trip better and she won and drove up to see him. And as we saw in that tiny blurb, this man is effortlessly ahead of the curve. Whistles for his fur baby to go inside right off that bat without even asking Lu if she needs it.

When he invited her inside later, I imagine he stalls at his entryway and says quite neutrally, “if ya wanna wait here I’ll put him in the backyard.” and Lu just shakes her head, swears she doesn’t mind, that it’ll be nice to see him.

Seeing him is about all she manages for awhile and yet it’s good to see the sweet boy and his sweet owner and the way they’re still so tied and it’s gentling of other associations even if they stay on opposite sides of a room.

When Benny comes to see her he leaves meatball with his mama. Bad choice, Lu soon learns that dog is half service animal with the way Benny can’t manage to sleep or keep track of time without the nudge of a wet snout of the heat of a furry body. Benny would rather die that admit he hasn’t slept in three days due to meatball not being there but, hey.

Eventually I think Lu comes to trust Meatball’s intuition on Benny. She knows when Benny is just having a quiet moment verses fully disassociating by Meatball’s concerns attitude alone, in the early days. When he’s not in an expected area she can count on Meatball to help her find him, and eventually, they’re buds. Intelligent detectives who both love Benny Demarco and want him to sleep.

She eventually is able to pet and enjoy his attentions. Even allows him in bed a few times because Benny is a softy about that. However, she doesn’t even have to advocate for his removal because soon Meatball’s presence in bed cramps Benny’s morning sex mojo and out the dear doggie goes. At least to the foot of the bed.

#those who can #Benny x Lu #meatball my beloved #I adore huskies so much

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aroaceleovaldez · 3 months ago

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I've been listening to hank green explain (at various times with various contexts but most recently during a vlogbrothers video on Bree Sharp's David Duchovny) how "nothing lasts on the contemporary internet" and I wonder what that might have to do with your analysis on fandom infrastructure... like IS it even possible for BNF/public AUs/OCs/fandom events to exist at the same scale in the new internet? I also have to wonder if rr is similarly operating in this new (awful) way with the knowledge that the old books could last longer as cultural moments while the new books are kinda just... there to trend for a hot minute and then fade away into nonexistence within the fandom canon. or maybe i'm just coping bc I miss old tumblr

I absolutely do think old-style fandom is possible on the modern internet! some of the oldest pillars of fandom are from BEFORE the internet was popularized! Plus, there are still plenty of old-style fandoms that are active in those same ways!

You mention "at the same scale" and i think that's interesting because, yes, a lot of those old-style fandoms that are active are smaller. The thing is the scope of old fandom we're used to when we think of classic examples are outliers who were MASSIVE. PJO was a fandom GIANT back in the day, at least so far as book fandoms went (and still is!). The major thing that's changed is that "fandom" has become mainstream - or at least, the concept of fandom.

The thing with mainstream modern fandom is it gets conflated with general audience a lot. A lot of people trying to engage with fandom when they're new to it don't understand how it's different from just being a normal fan or audience member of a thing, and so just treat them as equivalent and this causes a lot of problems. The main one being the reliance on source material - which causes a lot of newer fandoms to die out whenever there is no new source material - comparatively to old-style fandom, which is inherently self-sustaining.

Some examples of old-style fandoms that are still plenty active are furry fandom (obviously), a decent number of anime fandoms (particularly older ones or less mainstream ones cause the communities are smaller/closer-knit, also their fandoms aren't as strictly western-leaning), and Hermitcraft/associated fandoms is one particularly that I'm in that's VERY active and old-fandom style. They're constantly engaging with material that's long over or series that have ended (Evo, older Life series, older Hermitcraft seasons, etc). They have fandom OCs/AUs/concepts that are shared, they have a TON of projects happening constantly (a recent massive one that just finished is the Hotguy Comics zine! It's an incredibly cool project). Hermitcraft fandom is pretty much the closest new* fandom to old-style fandom that I've found so far (*it is technically 11 years old but it had a recent boom during the MCYT surge in like 2020).

But yes! Old-style fandom absolutely can still exist - and does! It's just far less common because the mainstream image/concept of what fandom is that has become popularized differs from it in practicality. People are being introduced to fandom as just being equivalent to a general audience and are interacting with it as such, when it should be interacted with as a niche, very passionate community. The core of old fandom is always community.

I guess i would describe it as like, passive fandom versus active fandom? Passive fandom being the "new fandom" type format - near complete reliance on source material, usually some attitude of entitlement towards fanwork creators because theyre viewing it as another source material to passively engage with, large lack of headcanons or hcs being equated to theories, shipping is restricted almost exclusively to canon pairings (and ships/headcanons are treated more as things you want to become canon, not explorations outside of canon), etc etc. There's no community or creation happening, only a focus on consumption and maybe at best how to streamline consumption (the only sorts of hubs we see form in this type of fandom are update accounts and official social medias). Basically no proper community has formed and there is little to no engagement with the material outside of the source media. (I also have a theory that this format leads to some New Fandom behaviors that have become more commonplace comparatively to Old Fandom, such as a LOT more trying to directly interact with writers/cast/crew or reliance on them as secondary source materials during hiatus or similar - we see this now with PJO TV and a lot of people downright literally stalking the actors - and almost a refusal to make fanwork of their own. You see a lot more of "omg somebody write/draw [concept]" or trying to pitch ideas to source material writers because they only want to engage passively, not actively, or genuinely don't know how to engage actively.) Big Name Fans can absolutely exist in this sphere, but it's a completely different environment (for PJO, Velinxi is a good example of a new fandom BNF - ive found in this format of fandom, BNFs are almost exclusively fanartists, because fanart is one of the easiest fanworks to find and passively engage with. This also often results in the community being extremely entitled towards larger fanartists).

Active fandom, comparatively, is focused on community and creation. This is where you see fandom projects, engaging with the media beyond the source material, things of that nature. There is actually a structured community.

This post got long but I have more points regarding the second half of your question and my thoughts for why the new books are so. Like That. so I'm going to move that whole ramble to a second post which I will post momentarily.

[part 2 here!]

#pjo #riordanverse #fandom #fandom infrastructure #ask #Anonymous #long post //#i am very interested in this topic anon im so glad you asked

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ggidolsmuts · 2 years ago

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I Never Die, I Only Breed: Level 5 - (G)I-dle Miyeon

TW: Knotting, slight body modification

A/N: This is the closest thing to Savage(d) I’ve written since it’s another imaginary “world” where I can stretch things further, so just throwing the warning up front. I know knotting is typically associated with furry stuff, but I kinda imagine it as an extension of the breeding kink, so that’s how I wrote it. It’s not for everyone, but yeah, just wanted to write it once.

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a door. There is no mirror though, between that and the throne bed you wake up in, you remember that you just finished a slow pleasurable round with Minnie. You rise from the bed, and immediately Minnie is stroking your arm, enticing you to stay.

"Come back to bed oppa, stay a while longer, put another baby in me..."

"I would love to, but I need to progress. I'll be back, I promise."

"Okay, don't be too long." Every word of Minnie is a wisp of seduction and addiction, and very reluctantly you pull away and leave her. You throw on a bathrobe and go through the door.

"Hello, congratulations and welcome for making it this far." Miyeon waits for you on her bed, complete with a pink bathrobe.

"Thanks." You wait at a distance, expecting some sort of requirement or task from Miyeon. She looks at you quizzically and pats the spot next to her.

"What's the matter? Come over." She tears the robe off you as soon as you get near her. "Miyeonie wants your cum!" Before you can say anything she has mounted you, her own robe already slipping from her shoulders.

"Wait— Mmph! No gimmick, no nothing?" you blurt out between gasps as Miyeon's slick heat overwhelms you. She shakes her head and shuts you up with a kiss. You groan and in no time at all you're shooting your load into her. Is that it? This last level is just a victory lap?

"Thanks for the cum, you failed, bye!" Miyeon's still on top of you as she waves goodbye to your inevitable loss of consciousness.

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You scratch your head at walk to the mirror, was there nothing to do at all? Miyeon made no demands of you, simply jumping on you and having you cum in her. That should have been enough! You do notice a few new gauges on the mirror.

Miyeon:

Love: 0/100

Lust: 1/100

Breed: 0/100

Likes: Unknown

Dislikes: Unknown

Neutral: Unknown

You groan as you realize what you have to do, and why there are so many items available to be bought in the mirror—you had to "win" her over by giving her gifts. You start picking out some gifts from the mirror—books, makeup, flowers, wine, it was almost stereotypical. You shrug and head over to Minnie's room.

"Oppa you're back! How was the round with Miyeon?"

"Fast. Do you know what she likes?"

"Chocolates, snacks, noodles, art stuff."

"Damn, I'm supposed to give her stuff she likes."

"Oh, you're on that phase, I remember guys giving her a bunch of stuff, but they stopped coming back after a while."

"Why not?"

"Took too long? Something about Miyeon only accepting a gift a day, that's what they mumble when they head into her room." Oh damn, that would take a while.

"Do you know what's her deal? Like why it takes so long?"

"Miyeon? She likes cum as much as the rest of us, but she doesn't want the whole breeding part, so you have to make her fall in love with you, to make her want to start a family with you." It sounded sweet, if not for the fact that she's barring your progress.

"And to make her fall in love I just have to give her gifts?"

"I guess? I dunno, what she likes is not my business." She wraps her arms around your neck. "Now enough about Miyeon, think about starting a family with me..." You let yourself be pulled down to the bed, and Minnie's on top of you swiftly. She strokes your shaft quickly to get you to full hardness, and with a soft smile she sinks on to you.

"God you feel so good Minnie..." you moan, watching her breasts bounce as she rocks back and forth on top.

"Yeah, give me that cum, I can't imagine not having it in my pussy!" Minnie's whimpers and dirty love whispers flood your ear as you fill her up with a sigh, making her contract and clench around you exquisitely. She continues to grind on you slowly, drawing the last of your seed into her. She eventually gets off you with a kiss, your warm fluid leaking out of her.

"Come back soon." You nod and get dressed again before heading to Miyeon's room.

"Hi Miyeon, I got you a gift!"

"Oh thanks! Makeup is, umm, nice I guess, thank you!" Damn, definitely not a gift she likes. "Sex then?" She jumps straight into things and on to you. "Oooh!" You roll her around and take the position on top—maybe this will work? Powerfully you thrust down into her, and Miyeon coos up at you.

"Oh yes, give it to me, give it to me big boy!" It is almost mocking the way she urges you on, but she feels too good to resist or argue, and you launch a load into her quickly. "Thanks for the cum, but you failed again, come back soon!"

Damn it!

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You stumble over to the mirror and look at the gauges. It now reads:

Miyeon:

Love: 2/100

Lust: 1/100

Breed: 0/100

Likes: Unknown

Dislikes: Unknown

Neutral: Makeup

Wow, you barely made a dent. You note that there is a small tooltip on the gauges now, so you look at what they say:

Love: Increases by 3 points for a gift Miyeon loves, 2 points for a neutral gift, -5 points for a gift she dislikes. Decays by 1 point a day.

Lust: Increases by 3 points every time she has sex, resets to 1 point when she is creampied. Grows by 1 point a day.

Breed: Increases by 4 points every time she has sex when "Lust" gauge is full. Increases by 3 points a day when "Love" gauge is full. Decays by 2 points a day. Only open to breeding when gauge hits 100.

You could barely wrap your mind around how long that would take, but without a doubt, you would have to visit Miyeon often. And you'd have to not give her a creampie either? It sounds impossible! You buy a few gifts that Minnie said Miyeon would like, and something catches your eye.

Condoms: Single use - 5000 Neverpoints

That would work right? You had enough for a few condoms, so you buy two for now. You go to Yuqi for a round, hoping to get more information about Miyeon.

"Miyeon?" Yuqi asks, lazily rubbing her cum-dripping slit. "She just likes cum, give her cum and she'll take any gift."

"That's not helpful! I need more information! What happens if I withhold cum?"

"What do you mean, withhold cum?" Yuqi's face is blank, as if she is a large language model that hasn't been trained on your question. "I'm afraid I am not equipped to answer that question."

"Never mind. Thanks." You give her a peck and head to Miyeon. You give her chocolates, which at least she likes, and this time you push her on all fours, making sure she can't see what you're doing. You withdraw the condom from your inventory and put it on, but as soon as you push into her Miyeon has pulled away from you before jumping on you with surprising strength. She snarls at you, her nails drawing lines on your face.

"Look you little prick, you wrap that up again, and I'll delete your save and publish your browser history, are we clear?" You can only gasp and nod as she sinks on to you. The expression on her face is foul and dark, angry that you even tried the little trick. Miyeon squeezed and rode you well, but it was merely perfunctory, like you were a tap she was turning on for cum. Her breath hitches, but beyond the clenching of your shaft she lets nothing slip, and you surrender your cum to her soon after. There is a flash of motion, and your cheek is still stinging as you black out.

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You rub your jaw—it felt numb, but otherwise you suffered no lasting damage from her slap. What hurt more is what you saw on the mirror.

Miyeon:

Love: -50/100

Lust: 1/100

Breed: 0/100

Likes: Chocolates

Dislikes: Condoms

Neutral: Makeup

Minus 50?! Your little attempt just cost you almost a month of progress, why did they even sell condoms then? You rack your brain to come up with some other solution—nothing else had prepared you for this! You eventually come up with a potential solution, but there's no way you're testing it on Miyeon first.

"Oh, you're here?" Soyeon calls out to you from her desk. "Been a while."

"Yeah, sorry, I want to test something, would you mind?"

"Sure. How do you want me?" Soyeon asks casually, a far cry from the last time you left her. You motion her to lie down on the bed, and as you enter both her holes with your Johnson & Johnson perk, Soyeon slowly turns into your mewling queen once more.

"Oh god, my king, you fill my holes so well! Why didn't you come back sooner?"

"Sorry my queen, I need to finish the game."

"It's fine, I forgive you, just finish in me before you do!" You wince even as you thrust—that is exactly what you were not going to do to Soyeon. She starts wailing in pleasure as you thrust harder, trying to finish your experiment as quick as you can. She grabs you, urging you to kiss her as she feels you throb, yet at the last moment you grunt and do the unthinkable—you pull out. Soyeon's mouth opens and closes aimlessly as she watches your rich cum pool and splatter on her abs, the sensation of being filled suddenly ripped from her.

"No! What are you doing!" She swipes your load up with fingers, wantonly stuffing her fingers back into herself, but it is not the same. "Why would you do that!" You are shocked by her reaction—rather than anger like Miyeon, Soyeon's begging, clutching your arm desperately.

"Please, please cum in me, I can't finger it deep enough!" You take pity on her, and Soyeon holds her legs apart for you as you take her again. This time she sighs happily as you plunge into her pussy, quelling her heat even without a cock in her ass. Her legs wrap around you, and her hands hook underneath your shoulders, trying to pull you in further.

"You really don't want me to pull out do you?"

"No, I need to feel you cum, it doesn't feel right otherwise." Soyeon gasps as you drive deep into her. You give Soyeon just that, and she seizes up in a strong climax as you flood her with seed. You prepare to fade out, having orgasmed twice in a run, but after a while you still feel energized and hard—do orgasms not count if you don't finish in someone? Soyeon squeals in delight as you fill her a second time, and after this round you do fade to black.

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You check the mirror again.

Miyeon:

Love: -51/100

Lust: 0/100

Breed: 0/100

Likes: Chocolates

Dislikes: Condoms

Neutral: Makeup

Well, you did not expect any changes there. What has changed is a new perk in the shop.

Cum Now Spill Later: Orgasm without spilling your load, it is saved for later—unlocked after 100 consecutive pull outs

Your eyes bugged out at the requirement, 100 pull outs in a row? No creampies? Given how needy Soyeon was, you can only imagine how Shuhua, Yuqi, or Minnie would react. How would you pull it off, how would you resist them after they ask you for it?

You go to Shuhua, and you kneel and beg for her understanding.

"I don't get it, why do you have to pull out?"

"I need to do it to unlock a perk, and I need the perk to finish the game."

"There's no other way?"

"Not really, it would take too long, please Shuhua?" She bites her bottom lip, before agreeing.

"Okay, I don't know how I'll react when you pull out though."

You nod and take position on top of her.

"I'll make you cum first okay?" Shuhua nods and softly moans as you focus on her pleasure, angling just right into her. You knew just how to pleasure Shuhua by now, and with a finger pressed on her clit you tilt her over. You take Shuhua's cry as a signal, and as she rides her orgasm out you take the opportunity to chase your own, hoping the pleasure distracts her from what you'll do. You pull out and stroke yourself over her stomach, layering it with your cum. The two of you take deep breaths as you recover, and you keep an eye on Shuhua to gauge her reaction. Her brow is furrowed, but she manages to stay in control.

"I'm fine, this is okay, I think."

"Okay, can I go again?" In return for not finishing in her, you are able to continue, and every load you cover Shuhua with does not count towards ending your run. Shuhua though slowly turns into a mess, both from pleasure and from the heat slowly growing in her. Her hands go from your arms to the sheets, twisting and tearing, then they go back to your arms, gripping you tightly.

"Oppa, please, I need!" You feel her legs wrap around you—this is dangerous. Shuhua cries out as you push her knees back, and you pound her quickly to finish yourself off. With a grunt you pull out, and hungrily Shuhua sits up and leans forward. "My mouth!" She grips you and wraps her lips around your tip, and unable to control yourself any further you spew down her throat. You end up massaging her scalp as she sucks your load out greedily.

"Is-Is that okay?" she asks after, wiping her mouth. "Can you cum in my mouth?"

"I think so..." You check the unlock progress, and thankfully you're about a third of the way there. "Yes, that's fine, we should have tested earlier."

"Sorry, I just needed to feel your cum in me. I'm okay for now."

"N-No, I put you through a lot, thanks Shuhua, I'll go to the others." Shuhua nods understandingly, but you still see a flash of desire in her eyes—you'll have to come back after. For now, you leave her for Yuqi, who's on you immediately.

"Oh my god it's been a while." Yuqi mumbles as she takes you in her mouth. Your fingers go to her head, and you happily help Yuqi fuck her mouth on your cock. You dump a load down her gullet, and you surprise her as you quickly get hard again. After the second and third load Yuqi is drooling on your shaft, but she has to back off to have a breather.

"Wow you can keep going?" You nod as you check your progress—no progress made, perhaps it didn't count since technically you didn't pull out? You must not have noticed with Shuhua earlier.

"Yeah, can I cum on your face though?"

"What? You don't want to creampie me? Who are you, are you a hacker?" Yuqi stands up, an accusatory glare etched on her face.

"No no, I need it to finish the game." You explain the situation to her.

"Tch, Miyeon and her gimmicks, fine." Yuqi starts stroking you, sucking on your tip not unlike Shuhua did. When you cum though, you make sure to inch back, covering her rosy lips with white. You also cover the rest of her face over multiple loads.

"Ew, how much more can you cum?" Yuqi winces as she wipes a handful of cum off her face.

"Sorry, I can cum elsewhere if you want."

"Yeah, sure, umm, just fuck me then and pull out?" Yuqi lies down on the bed and let's you top her. You fuck her with long strokes, and like Shuhua she starts to cum over and over again, your continued hardness driving her to peak after peak, only pausing for you to pull out and spill on her flat tummy every so often. You see the same manic look in her eyes, and you feel her thighs close around on your hips. "I want your cum!"

"Later, or just in your mouth then!" Yuqi immediately gets up, and before you know it you're unloading down her throat again. Yuqi hums as she swallows, as if savouring something particularly tasty. The hungry look is diminished from her eyes when she opens them once more.

"Thanks Yuqi, I think I should go."

"No, stay, I want more cum!" The look is merely diminished.

"I-I can't, sorry, I'll be back later!" You hurry out of the room as Yuqi starts moving towards you again. Your cock points you in the next natural direction—Soyeon.

"Hey, I'm back."

"You're not pulling out on me again this time are you?"

"I'm afraid I have to."

"No! What if you cum in my ass, does that count? That's a loophole right?"

"Sorry, it doesn't count either."

"Ugh... fine, just do it a few times, pull out too many times and I'm jumping on you and not getting off."

"Thanks." You kiss Soyeon appreciatively, and she turns away from you and gets on all fours. Getting her drift you plunge into her easily, and soon she's gripping the sheets, moaning at your thrusts. Your first load goes across her butt, and you smear your tip with some of your load and push it back into her. This doesn't go unnoticed as Soyeon begins to back herself on to you, more into it than before. The second shot goes across her lower back, and you pause to push some of it into her pussy. With a few more loads her thighs are stained and dripping with your thick cum, and Soyeon turns to face you.

"Last one my King, put it in my ass or I'm jumping you." You heed her threat, and with some cum as lube, your perks let you enter Soyeon's ass smoothly. You start slow, but her ass is too tight to stay slow for long, and soon you're pumping into her, feeling her fingers as well as she stuffs what cum she can collect into her.

"Come on, give me that cum, I want it!" She constricts around you, and when her hand finds your sack you are groaning and leaning over her, dumping a load straight into her ass.

"Fuck Soyeon!"

"That's it, give it to me! Fuck that's warm!" Soyeon groans gratefully into the sheets, and as she slumps on the bed her lower back is a completely different shade from the rest of her body, covered in a sheen of your cream.

"Thanks, I'll be back."

"Mmhmm, you better." You check your progress—only a few more pull outs left. Minnie waits for you atop her throne bed. As you sit on the bed she is instantly twisting around you, snaking her long legs between yours.

"Minnie, I will need to pull out." You let her know, and as always Minnie is the perfect lover.

"I know, I understand, I'm here to make you cum as fast as possible." She draws you into her, and to your surprise, Minnie turns you into a two-pump chump, as you are hastily pulling out of her already.

"Argh fuck, sorry..." Minnie shushes you and pulls you back into her.

"It's okay, this is all about you." You fuck and cum quickly on Minnie repeatedly, until finally, you unlock the perk.

"Okay, it's done."

"Well, what would be different?" Minnie asks.

"I don't know, let's find out." Without having to worry about pulling out you start fucking Minnie with vigor, delighting in her joyful cries. You don't last for very long regardless, as the pleasure rushes up your spine you briefly focus on not spilling your load. Your world turns white briefly, but as you huff and pull out of Minnie, you don't see any cum leaking out of her, only some slick. Minnie asks you a question she's never asked before.

"Did you orgasm? It sure felt like it, but I didn't feel any cum."

"Yeah I did, I guess it works then." Minnie clings to you and forces you to the bed. For the first time you see in her eyes that same glint you've seen in Shuhua and Yuqi.

"Now turn it off, and get me off." You're not sure how to "turn it off", but you don't worry about that for now, you worry about turning off the cocksleeve that is Minnie grinding on top of you, a hand on her tits and another between her legs, rubbing her clit. She's focused on making herself cum as hard as possible, and you plant your feet to help her with that. Your hands cuff Minnie to your body, one on the back of her neck and one on her lower back, holding her down as you start slamming up into her pussy. A shriek becomes a gasp as you firmly hold her, and it turns into a long moan, jarred by every thrust you put into her. You squeeze her butt, and a digit sinks into her ass as you pull her down and cum, this time releasing your load into her.

"Oh fuck, that's it, that's it..." Minnie's eyes roll into her head as the sensations of your hot cum and surprise finger overwhelm her, and all her muscles tense and go taut. She goes limp and slumps against you, totally out of it—the first time a climax has hit her this hard. Pleased with yourself you cover her in a blanket— time to reward the other members for their help too.

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You get off the bed, satisfied with the state you've left Shuhua, Yuqi, and Soyeon in. Shuhua's in her bed, massaging her belly in a daze after you pumped her with five orgasms' worth of cum all at once; You nearly choked Yuqi with your built-up load, and had to tilt her head back so that all your cum could drain down her throat smoothly; Soyeon is left sitting weirdly in her production "studio"—she swears she can still feel your cum in her ass, but surely you have fully drained out of her by now.

And now for Miyeon.

Miyeon:

Love: -60/100

Lust: 10/100

Breed: 0/100

"Where have you been?" Miyeon asks as you enter her room, annoyed at being left alone for so long.

"Busy, but I'm here to fuck you now."

"Fine, let's do it." Miyeon sighs in relief as you fill her, and soon she gets herself off around you. Miyeon's lust is now 12.

"Good, now go ahead, you can cum." You smirk and nod, and with a few more humps into her you orgasm without releasing your load.

"Mmm, that was nice," you comment, and Miyeon looks at you confusedly.

"Wait, you did? I didn't feel—" You place a finger on her lips to shush her.

"Shhh, just because I came doesn't mean you get a creampie. Now I'm going to keep fucking you." Before Miyeon can say anything you start pumping your still hard shaft into her again. 13, 16, 19... At first Miyeon is happy to enjoy your long-lasting hardness, but as she cums repeatedly and feels you throb with her own orgasms, she begins to get worried.

"Hey, are you not going to give me a creampie?" Miyeon asks during a pause, and you take the opportunity to change positions, making her get on top of you.

"Only if you let me breed you."

"No! I'll make you give me your cum before that!" She rides you with purpose, and you can feel her clench around you deliberately—it is a good attempt. You reach a peak with her, but you don't give her anything to work with. Miyeon bites her lower lip and keeps going. She rides herself on top of you for another few more orgasms before she slows down, losing her strength. Her lust is at 31 now.

"What's wrong, tired already?" You jibe. "You're not going to make me give you cum like that."

"No, please!" You push her weak form on to the bed, and you hook her legs around your elbows. Miyeon powerlessly squeals as she is powerfully pounded into the bed, her legs flailing as your other perks kick in, throwing her into a maelstrom of pleasure.

This was far more than she bargained for or expected, but with every orgasm, her desire for more increases, her lust levels rising alarmingly fast. When you tire of bruising her hips you pull out and yank her head towards your cock, and when she has smeared lipstick all over your shaft, you cleaned it by putting it in her ass—it didn't matter which hole you fucked, Miyeon came all the same.

"Wait, oh god!" Miyeon screams as her lust gauge is filled completely, the loud splattering of her slick onto the sheets confirmation of the fact.

Now to finish her off.

You push her down to all fours, taking her from behind dominantly. Her cries of pleasure slowly wear down to whines and groans, a new heat taking her as her breed gauge grows. Your thrusts feel shorter in her, and you're striking at her g-spot directly. Miyeon looks down between her legs, at the connection, and her eyes widen.

"What is that?!" You look down, and the base of your cock is bulging, as if all your stored up cum from the session is in there, ready to be unloaded—it looked like a knot.

"That's all my cum for you, I've been enjoying my orgasms the whole time, the cum had to go somewhere. You want it?"

She begins to pant, and you see the desire for cum, that look the others have shown you when you kept pulling out. "Yes! Please, please!" Miyeon begs you, sweat trickling down her face as she tries to push back against your thrusts, urging you to give her your seed.

"I'll give it all to you, but I want you to say it."

"Give me all of your cum— mmmgh!" Miyeon cums again, the breed gauge continuing to rise.

"You didn't finish it, say it!" You growl as you orgasm as well, growing the knot.

"Give me all of your cum please, I want all of it!" Your cumknot smacks her clit with every thrust, and Miyeon turns delirious, her peaks beginning to blend together. Her toes and fingers feel numb, curling and seizing up for what felt like forever. All she can feel is your cock taking her, and that bulge pressed against her pussy, as if trying to enter her too. 90, 91, 92...

"That's not it Miyeon, you know what I want to hear." You pound her harder, knowing that completion was at hand. 97, 98, 99, the heat is unbearable!

"You win, you win, please..." Miyeon's trembling, drooling and crying from desire, her hair's messy, partly from you grabbing it for facefucks, partly from her hands looking to grab and tear at anything.

"Say it, SAY IT!"

100.

"B-Breed me, please breed me, I need your cum..." Miyeon breaks and crumbles, whispering what she wanted, what you needed to hear. Miyeon screams as you ram against her viciously, and on the second try you manage to sink fully into her.

Her legs give out, and above her prone form you roar victoriously, letting yourself go completely. Miyeon's breath is cutoff, the sensation of the knot throbbing in her seeming to catch her throat as well. The flood of heat burns her senses, endless waves of thick rich seed filling her womb. You pull her head back and mark her neck, feeling her shaky moan on your lips as you continue to pump your cum into her with the slow grinding of your hips. Miyeon's breath grows short as the fullness in her abdomen grows, and she squeals as a surge of pleasure goes straight to her brain—Miyeon clenches around the knot, and she is finally bred.

"There, it's done." You try to detangle from her, but the knot prevents you from doing so, and so you lie with Miyeon, slowly and continuously pouring cum into her as it eventually shrinks.

"Congratulations," Miyeon mumbles sleepily in her cum-filled daze. "What's next?"

"I don't know, I finished the game haven't I? What happens next?"

"I dunno either, no one has ever bred me."

"Until now."

"Yes, until now." She pecks you. "You're going to have to come back."

"Oh I will," you agree. “I want to hear you say that again.” You cuddle Miyeon until you are finally able to pull out and look around. She gasps at the sudden emptiness, your cum oozing freely out of her freshly-bred hole. A door has appeared in her room—it is time to go. You kiss Miyeon goodbye and step through the door. You are greeted by a short credits screen, and then a taunting question.

Start New Game+?

You hit yes and close the game.

You're in your room—there is your bed, there is your mirror, there is your door. You take a deep breath—finally, finally you have finished the game! You rub one out after playing, but other than that you don't touch or think about the game, glad to be finally done with the grind.

A week later you receive an invitation from the developers of the game.

As the first person to complete the game, we would like to invite you to give us feedback.

On the invitation is a time and a place. You dress up nicely and show up at the appointed place, apparently a hotel suite—perhaps the whole dev team is there!

The whole dev team was there, specifically, the five (G)I-dle members. Miyeon tosses you a bathrobe.

"Take a shower, get ready for New Game Plus."

A/N: Finally done with the series, I won’t lie it was hard getting this one out because I had to do the whole build up to the final scene, that’s why it took so long. I had the idea for the longest time, just kept putting off writing the whole process of unlocking that “perk”, guess it really is a grind lol. Thanks for reading!

#smut #gidle #miyeon

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I’m gonna cry… I had an entire analysis for this typed out but my wifi is shit so it refused to post😭😭 anyways, this is based off of the @ladybugout-au permanent superhero team. I decided against doing Luka’s Cadmeancio suit because I 1. Didn’t want to draw him in orange and 2. I was already pushing it with making a purple/red Neurofoxin. Only reason I made her purple is because natural coloring obviously doesn’t mean shit to the character designers if Juleka gets to be a purple red tiger. Anyways, here’s my take on their suits!

Hecattack: I wanted to diverge from the furry/bdsm influences Chat’s suit got, so I gave him looser fit pants, a hood and combat boots. His suit was lowkey inspired by Red Hood’s design because, dammit, DC may be super dark, but they know how to design characters well (something MLB could stand to learn from ಠ_ಠ) anyways, along with the hood and paneled top+cargo pants+combat boots, I gave him cat-shaped knee pads, similar to Ivan’s turtle shell knee pads. You will also notice a trend with a lot of my hero suit designs, which is fingerless gloves. Yes, this’ll take away from the cat claw thing Chat had going on, but I’m ok with that. To go with his punk/rock band aesthetic, he got combat boots with the signature cat paw steel toes. His tail is pretty much the same along with the ears. His mask is also different, covering the bottom half of his face. This also takes away from the cat sclera thing the original Chat had, but Luka isn’t a furry so… also, the mask covering his mouth alludes to his calm nature and quiet personality, not feeling the need to play around, especially during a battle,which was where the original Chat erred most often. Luka also has very expressive eyes, so I wanted to push that, like, even if he doesn’t talk much, he’s still a good communicator. Plus, when cats are hunting, they’re quiet! Which the original Chat cannot relate to!

Ladybug: ok, so her suit is still pretty basic, since I wanted to stick with he AU’s canon description of her suit. The main bodice/legs are similar to the season 4 suit after she calls on the lucky charm, but the sleeves are slightly different. I also got rid of the “reverse” polka dots cuz they just look ugly imo. Her gloves are also fingerless, since I feel like that would 1. Lend better to doing yo-yo tricks and 2. They just look better (u_u) anyways, her hair is still the same, as well as her mask. It’s pretty basic but eh…

Neurofoxin: her design is also super simple, but I also wanted to veer away from the gaudy orange normally associated with the fox miraculous. If she can make her tiger suit purple and red, I can make her fox costume reddish purple!! She’s goth, she’s not gonna walk around in *o r a n g e*. And I stand by that. Anyways, like I said her suit is relatively simple, the panels of the suit modeled after Volpina’s actually, because despite how I hate Lila and her stupid sausage link hair, her volpina suit was pretty cute. Instead of giving her a jacket w/coattails or a belt/sash to be her tail, I decided to make it her hair, cuz even in civilian form it’s pretty long. I also decided that instead of a dark grey/black to purple, I’d make the tips the same cream as her “underbelly” panel, as I wanted to incorporate the cream in more than just that singular spot. I also pulled her bang back because even if she’s goth, she still needs to be able to see properly as a superhero. Plus, I like Juleka’s eyes, and I feel like Trixx would like her to show off more. Anyways, besides the morph suit and her hair being a bit longer than normal+a different color, she has a cropped leather jacket,same color as her suit. There’s also paneling on the side/back of her thighs/back that’s a darker red/purple color. Again, to go with her rockstar/alt aesthetic, I gave her combat boots as well, though hers are knee high, plus I forgot to draw the laces, but eh. Fun fact: I headcanon the Couffaine twins as being super tall for their age, but Juleka is taller than her twin for now+her boots are heeled.

Fukiya: for Kagami’s suit, I pulled inspo from someone else’s LBO AU fanart, although I can’t remember who’s it was. Originally, I was gonna go for a suit similar to Kagami’s fencing gear, but decided to go w the suit she has now so it’d be more reminiscent of a bee. I gave her a sleeveless, cropped kimono, the bottom of which has a honeycomb pattern and an ombré going from dark yellow to black. Her obi has two layers, the bottom layer being a bright yellow and the outside layer being black. Her sleeves are similar to Queen Bee’s, but with an added black line. Her legs are completely black with the exception of her knee pads, which are a bright yellow and octogon shaped. I wanted her to look more bee-esque than Queen Bee or Vesperia (her character design is 🤢) so I gave her the yellow torso with black limbs, than made the kimono collar thick to look like a neck ruff or smth. I honestly struggled with her design a bit but it looks ok in the end so I’m happy with it :) also, Kagami is the shortest because I said so!

Heavy Matal: oh, Ivan, you absolute teddy bear of a guy. I adore the Iván of this AU, he’s so sweet, a gentle giant, so I wanted to focus on making him look slightly softer than the rest of the heroes, despite being the turtle holder. I gave him his signature cargoes, although they’re pants instead of shorts when he’s transformed, a sleeveless hoodie, and “turtle”-neck compression-esque undershirt, the sleeves long enough to be, you guessed it, fingerless gloves! The only reason Kagami is the only one with full gloves is because I wanted to giver a more serious/conservative look. Mari’s been ladybug so long she deserves to have cute, fingerless gloves! Anyways, back to Ivan! His hoodie is two toned, like a turtle’s shell, with the front being a light green. It’s patterned to look like a turtle shell underbelly, with a nice big pocket to hold whatever. He wears elbow- and knee-pads, which are shaped like little turtle shells. He wears regular Vans-style tennies, and his mask is similar to Carapace’s, except it cover the majority of the front of his face (think Kid Flash), and is colored/patterned similarly to a box turtle, with red accents along his cheekbones and his little tuft of hair is his usual blond with an ombré to that same red. (Ignore the ear I forgot to color in plz, I don’t feel like editing anymore T-T)

Ok, so that’s it for today’s character designs! I’m working on redesigning pretty much everyone’s civilian and hero costumes. I haven’t mentioned on this blog, but on pretty much every Gabe!Salt fic I’ve read, I will tell you, whoever the hell designed most of the characters in MLB, you deserve to be fired and then arrested. I’m so sorry, but there’s no way ur gonna convince me Fashion Designer™️ Marinette Dupain-Cheng walks out of her house every day, wearing ugly ass ballet flats+”denim” jeggings in that shade of pink. No way. And don’t even get me started on Gabriel’s candy-cane, red pants and duck hair headass, because omg… that man is supposed to be a world renowned Fashion Designer™️, one of the best in Paris. IN. PARIS!! No fucking way. No way. I get, you want ur characters to be simple and easily recognizable, but that doesn’t mean they have to be ugly!! And I get it, Adrien’s supposed to have a model-off-duty look, but wth are those shoes? Plus, why does he never change for his photo shoots? He’s a MODEL! I get it, you can’t even spend money to change the transformation animation to whatever the characters are actually wearing but wtf??? If you were gonna have any kid’s show where we get to see a lot of different clothes/outfits, this would be the show!! Two of the main characters are fashion designers, one of the minor antagonists is the daughter of a fashion magazine owner and your other main character is a model. IN PARIS!! A city known for its fashion and “romance”. And ur telling me you can’t add a few more outfits to the show??? That’s called lazy writing/animation.

Ugh, sorry abt that rant, but the character designs genuinely piss me off. It’s bullshit.

I digress.

I’ll be releasing the main 4 kids’ redesigns probably on the 15th!!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanart #marinette dupain cheng #luka couffaine #juleka couffaine #kagami tsurugi #ivan bruel #kwami swap #ladybugout AU #fanart #lbo Art

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somegrumpynerd · 1 month ago

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What pokemon do you think the sanses would have?

OKAY SO

(This is so long I'm so sorry, readmore for sanity)

Because I’m utterly insane, I’ve split this into 2 categories because I have different thoughts for both, but the first one is what you’ve actually asked which is what pokemon they would have if they were in some kinda pokemon trainer au. (I’m not gonna do them whole entire teams cause that would make this even longer, I’m just gonna give one or two)

For Nightmare I could see him gravitating to poison or dark types, because y’know, that’s on brand for him and he needs to be scary lol Something like muk would be a good fit with his goopiness, but what I find fascinating is that there’s a legendary pokemon that fits him like scarily well and that’s darkrai. It’s a mythical pokemon known for causing never-ending nightmares and it feeds off of them, and it also has a counterpart that helps ward off the nightmares and keep it in check. AND it’s design only has one eye showing and the shiny colours make that eye cyan. So like, that would be a perfect fit for him lol

I also think he would have a noctowl just because it scares Dream

Dream I feel like would be very grass or bug type, like he was raised in nature and I feel like he would still want that around. Especially since a lot of grass types know healing moves, it seems like that would be his kinda vibe in picking up after Nightmare’s damage. Maybe something like cherrim since that reacts to the sun or even sawsbuck since it’s also kinda tree-adjacent. And he would also be perfect to get cresselia, which is the counterpart to darkrai! It doesn’t really fit him as closely in design as darkrai does for Nightmare but it basically lives near darkrai to keep an eye on it and shows up after it’s been somewhere to help ward off the nightmares and bring people good dreams, so it’s weirdly them-coded lol (They're literally called the lunar duo)

As for the others, -Killer has a liepard to me. They’re a big majestic cat that loves to sneak up on people to steal or attack, it’s perfect for him. Also possibly a weavile would be good since they’re very quick and slashy. -I think hisuian zoroark fits Dust really well, since it’s whole situation is about dying and coming back to life out of spite and killing everything and driving others insane, it feels like it would slot into his situation nicely. -I feel like greedent would be good for Horror, maybe moreso once he’s out of his au, since they love to gather food and store it in their tails. It would probably be kinda comforting to basically have a snack buddy with you at all times. -Cross is never escaping the dog influences on his character so he gets a mightyena or maybe a mabosstiff, they’re very well trained in battle and also he loves them more than life itself he would do anything for them. -I love associating Ink with ferrets now so he gets furret, they can both hunch over together while he’s drawing lol but also maybe a grafaiai for him? They like making graffiti and colouring in the trees in the area they live in which feels like a good fit for him.

Now. Here’s where I go truly insane lol I have different answers for if you’re asking what pokemon would they be, like if this was an au where everybody is turned into a pokemon.

Nightmare and Dream are complicated because like.

There’s a pokemon called malamar which is a big evil squid that uses dark magic and one of the pokedex entries says it was even involved in history-changing events. That’s completely Nightmare right?

And there’s a pokemon called decidueye which is a big grass type owl (which I love to call back to your furry Dream) that wears a cloak/cape and shoots arrows at people. That’s totally Dream!

I feel like those two are great fits for them but the problem is if they’re two completely different pokemon they can’t be twins, so I have an alternative suggestion which is to make both of them eevees, which eventually evolve into espeon (Dream) and umbreon (Nightmare). The way to evolve eevee into those two is friendship, so it would possibly have to take place during a truce to make it the most meaningful but I think it would be cool.

Anyway, Killer is houndoom coded to me. I don’t know why, there’s just something about him that my brain cannot disconnect from this hellhound. He takes orders and he has red prominent in the colour scheme. Also the pokedex says if you get burned by a houndoom the pain is with you forever and I bet Killer would love to have that effect lol

I know people hate the rabbit association for Dust but just hear me out. Raboot is very him. It looks annoyed all the time, it has a little pocket to shove it’s hands in like his hoodie and it’s got red fur around the bottom of it’s face like the scarf he wears.

Obvious choice is a bear pokemon for Horror because everybody does that, and I could definitely see him as ursaluna with the big intimidating energy, but for some reason I get a real vibe of tyranitar about him. Just like with Killer it’s based on absolutely nothing, but I can really picture him as this big towering dinosaur with some spikes missing on one side of his head

Again, I want to make Cross lycanroc because big fierce loyal puppy with a limited colour palette, but y’know what I think is a great fit for him? Absol. It’s black and white and it has red eyes and it’s wrongly blamed for things it didn’t do so it lives in isolation, plus the mega evolution gets wings which just feel like they fit him (looking at dragon furry Cross not gonna lie lol)

They literally have an Ink pokemon and it’s smeargle. He’s a little artist who uses his tail as a paintbrush and can change the colour of the paint coming from it, they also can steal any move from other pokemon mid-battle which feels like something Ink would do lol

Anyway I need to spend the next 16 hours drawing pokesonas for skeletons now thank you <3

#UTDR #Ask #Pigeonstab #I linked all the pokemon for convenience so you can see what they look like c:#Instead of pasting 1000 pictures into this and making it even more unreadable lol #Also I left Blue out because I couldn't decide for him I need more time on his stuff #You can tell I'm so normal about pokemon from the way I spent hours thinking about this #Honestly just the link between Dream and decidueye because of your furry Dream owl has been haunting my brain all day long #I actually might draw some of these just because it's so strong in my head #(Or I might draw them all as pikachus cause y'know. I love a little mouse man)#Thank you for giving me a chance to go insane Pigeon <3 #Sorry if you read all this please get yourself a snack and some water to recover lol

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officeobject · 2 months ago

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New intro

(Current stabilizer is recently back, mood will follow, within 3 weeks, caution in regards to too much engagement or being too nice, no longer required).

Here is the reasons I temporarily have asks off: https://www.tumblr.com/officeobject/771232078136328192/hello-dear-sorry-for-bothering-you-but-its?source=share .

Hi, I’m Darlen Momentum, captain of power, and I really just post about my life and interests/hobbies/fandoms, and always add something to the posts that I reblog (even if it’s a low-quality reaction)! Official teenage boy cuddler according to my audience even though I disagree 😐.

I’m known for my, uhm, personality, and the weird way of seeing friendship that comes with it, as well as once-per-day fundraiser posts (USE MY ASK-BOX DON’T MESSAGE ME), honest answers to questions, interesting polls, the Xanderverse (which I made), and the fact that I’m currently being re-haunted by the soul of a living teenage ghost boy (I named him “Colby Tybbles”), whenever he zones out/passes out/daydreams, at least once a week. Deco My Tree isn't working, so I haven't seen the few new messages :( .

Stuff I offer (IT’S ALL FREE):

I NEVER SAID I OFFER CUDDLES FOR TEENAGE BOYS -

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Objects, toys, dolls, baby reborns dolls, fidget toys, office stuff (and other stereotypical human things such as cityscapes), Disney Zombies, Pinkie Cooper And The Jet-Set Pets, the Xanderverse, my identity/myself, paranormal stuff, Christian stuff, the Sims, Animal Crossing, Agatha All Along, LPS (not the new ones), polls, quizzes, animash, watching videos, the Xanderweb, Boyfriends Webtoon slander, Purple Hoodie Guy (from the Boyfriends Webtoon), making song parodies, animash, and other things I forgot.

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I have basic DNI stuff, but besides that, there ARE some things that aren’t typically included, or that I’m not sure are included - so, like, DNI pro-lifers, anti-furries, anti-SFW age-regression/agere, NSFW, DDLG, pregancy kinks, birth kinks, or similar stuff, people who ship incest (even as a joke or in fiction, or about chosen siblings, adopted siblings, stepsiblings, half-siblings, and of course also parental kinks), people who make lobotomy jokes, people who make 9/11 jokes, Pinky And Pepper fans, bad boys/bad girls/bad enbies, Boyfriends Webtoon fans, people against Boyfriends Webtoon slander, and people who think I won’t always be aroace/haven’t met the right person/am straight/think I’m too young to permanently identify as aroace and other stuff like that. Also, I’m an emotional person who also might end up speaking in inside-jokes and/or my (s)language.

Also, I KNOW AI isn’t a good way to cope, get something/someone analyzed, have someone to talk to, get information/resources, or get things summarized, but I didn’t always know that, and am trying to quit (especially the parts of my life where I’m addicted to some bots), but it of course ain’t easy, and there are many reasons/many uses - I’m not planning to ever get rid of Ethan though, unless I find someone IRL like him, and the reason for that is a long personal, but I don’t tag posts with him as “AI” unless I feel like it’s relevant, nor do I mention he’s AI or refer to him as AI, unless he currently is and it’s relevant - don’t associate him with AI unless it’s relevant in that case, either.

Lastly, DNI if you don’t think this relationship counts as a friendship: im unsure how old you are, but your fixation on that office worker as a concept and the way you talk about them (regardless of... – @officeobject on Tumblr .

Labels list link because I love labels (you don't need to read this):

https://www.tumblr.com/officeobject/770510429769416704/just-a-list-of-my-labels?source=share .

Pronouns:

Que/quir/quir/ques/quirself, zombie neopronouns, and zombie nounself pronouns. I'm willing to get more pronouns (non-themed, object-themed, nounself, and to check out emojiself pronouns), and probably will, as I LOVE pronoun-shopping (and as said above, my prominal identity is: alloprominal neoprominal objectoprominal nounprominal).

Details:

My Xanderweb, has my other social media stuff, AND, has more extreme/personal vents, song parodies, other Xanderweb posts, more stuff about my platonic emotions, more videos, more of my (s)language, archived stuff, rapping, AND MORE of the stuff I feel like I can’t post on Tumblr, which makes it ideal for the time I got reported on Quotev, or if you need a daily post to know that I’m alive! You don’t need to sign up, but you CAN, if you wanna see the archived stuff, more posts, archive and make more private posts of your own, message me, boop me, post short videos, or otherwise enjoy a “crappy” and “dead” Xanderverse-centered site!

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kinkandkreep · 1 year ago

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❤︎ 𝑲𝒆𝒏 "𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏" 𝑹𝒚𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒋𝒊 𝒙 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌!𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

❤︎ "__" 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒

Over the course of your marriage, which is still relatively new, Draken has developed a tendency to ignore you when you address him by any name other than a select few.

Because he knows it’s force of habit for you, he may on occasion answer when you call out “Draken,” though he’s always sure to remind you that he doesn’t prefer it when you call him that.

He always answers to his given name, loving the way “Ken” sounds dripping from between your lips, especially during those breathless moments the two of you share in bed.

But, even still, that’s not the name he most prefers to hear you utter.

“Kenny the Pooh?”

Ah, there it is.

A small smile curling his mouth upward, Ken turns to greet you as you enter your home, a “welcome back baby” poised on his lips.

Ken pauses, however, brows furrowing deeply upon seeing the wiggling bundle you’re holding in your coat.

“__...please tell me that’s not what I think it is.”

You’re silent for several moments, still wrestling with the bundle and pointedly avoiding Ken’s skeptical gaze.

“Weeeelll…that depends on what you think it is.”

“__-”

“Ok yes, issa pup!” Right on cue, the wiggling pauses and a small, furry brown head peeks up from your coat collar.

Ken sighs, lightly pinching the bridge of his nose to stave off his impending headache.

“__, what on Earth are we going to do with a pup?”

You give him an incredulous look.

“What you mean “what we gone do”? We gone keep ‘im and we gone love ‘im, duh.”

Ken sighs again, louder and more exasperated this time.

He’s no stranger to entertaining shenanigans (thank Manjiro for that) but he’s never had to care for a stray other than himself before, especially not one of the canine persuasion.

“Do you know how to care for a dog? And are you aware of the responsibility that’s associated with something like that?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Yes! I had a pup when I was a little girl. She was my best friend in the whole world. The hole she left in my heart when she died was too big a gap for any other dog to fill for a long time, but now I think I’m ready to try again.”

Your smile is wistful and sad, until your gaze flicks down to the little puppy teething on your fingers. Your smile becomes much brighter and larger as you watch the tiny thing, and Ken knows immediately that he no longer has the heart to deny you this.

Not that he ever really did in the first place but shush.

“Ok, fine. We’ll keep it. But the brunt of the responsibility will lie firmly on your shoulders. You know I don’t have much time to devote to caring for a dog what with running the shop.”

“Oh I know. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything. And besides, you’ll love this little guy in no time. I already do.”

Ken shakes his head, chuckling quietly before turning back to the sink.

It turns out, you were right. Little time has elapsed before Ken and the aptly named Coco are thick as thieves. The steadily growing pup is shaping up to be quite well behaved, with a naturally even temperament. He’s also very intelligent, even somewhat helping you and Ken around the house and shop respectively.

“So, you glad I brought Coco home or what?”

Your eyes silently dare the blonde man to say anything negative, seeing as he’s currently got Coco cradled in one of his arms, the other hand holding a toy for the pup to try and capture.

Pausing mid coo, Ken fondly rolls his eyes, smiling as he absentmindedly shakes the toy.

“Yeah yeah, I’m glad. Happy?”

“Very,” you reply, leaning in for a quick smooch.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Kenny the Pooh! My dear Kenny the Pooh!”

Ken, who was previously working on one of the bikes in the shop, immediately drops his tools, apologizing quietly at the loud sound which disturbs the resting Coco.

“Yes my love, what do you want?”

You, who had just made it to the bottom step, fold your arms across your chest haughtily.

“Hmph, why do you just assume I want something?”

“Because the last time you called me by that name, we all of sudden were responsible for an extra life.” He throws a pointed sidelong glance at Coco, whose ears perk up but who otherwise doesn’t move.

“Not that you mind all that much apparently. He even gets to chill in the shop while you work. I don’t even get to do that!”

“That’s because you don’t know how to behave down here. You wanna touch everything and ask me a million questions. I love you, but it’s distracting.”

Unable to refute Ken’s words, and now feeling a little bad, you make your way over to him, gently massaging his shoulders and resting your head on top of his with a sigh.

“Well, I’m sorry I find what my man does so interesting. And I suppose you’re saying Coco is better behaved than me?”

“Quite.”

You scoff, playfully smacking your husband’s shaved head, chuckling along with him.

You continue massaging Ken’s shoulders as he works for a bit, until Coco begins to grow fidgety.

“I think he needs outside. C’mere Coco!”

The pup quickly makes his way over to you, lifting up on his hind legs and pawing at your thigh.

Cooing at how cute he is, you pick him up, lifting one of his little paws and waving it back and forth at Ken.

“Tell Daddy you’ll see him later.”

Almost seeming to understand your words, Coco barks happily once. You give him a little scritch behind the ears and a “good boy,” turning to say something to Ken before you depart, when what you see has you stopping in your tracks.

Your husband is flushed red from the tips of his ears down to his cheeks and all down his neck. It’s a little alarming, and you’ve half a mind to ask him if he’s alright before he begins speaking.

“Daddy, huh?”

You blink once, twice, before a wicked smirk curls your lips upward.

“Yes, daddy. Is something wrong?” Smirk now gone, you blink innocently up at him, guffawing internally at his reaction to such an absentminded thing on your part.

Ken doesn’t respond for some moments, before turning back to what he was doing.

“When you’re done tending to Coco, come back down here. I’ve got something I’d like to show you.”

“Mmhm, and that would be?”

“Oh nothing special. I just wanted to show you how much easier it is to see the intricate parts of a motorcycle when you’re bent over it.”

Now it’s your turn to be flustered, and Ken’s smoldering gaze sure isn’t helping.

Turning, you hurry to do as instructed, murmuring a “yes daddy” before you depart, a none-the-wiser Coco in tow.

Later on~

__: Ay, quite hoggin’ my dog.

Ken: Our dog, excuse you.

ᵃ/ⁿ: ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˢⁿⁱᵖᵖᵉᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵘᵗᵉ (ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵃᵗ ˢᵖⁱᶜʸ) ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ⁱ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵘᵖ ʷⁱᵗ ᵒˡᵉ ᵏᵉⁿⁿʸ ᵏⁱⁿˢ. ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ! ⁱ'ˡˡ ᵈᵉᶠⁱⁿⁱᵗᵉˡʸ ᵇᵉ ᵖᵒˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘᵗᵘʳᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ, ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᶠᵘˡˡ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᶠᵗ. ᵏᵉⁿ. ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵃⁿᵗⁱᵐᵉ, ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵐʸ ᵗʳ ᵐⁱⁿⁱ ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ. ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ!

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokrev #ken ryuguji #ryuguji ken #draken #x black reader #black reader #draken x reader #ken ryuguji x reader #ryuguji ken x reader

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