#my brain wants to work but does not want to act please send help

[minzart]

The urge to make a slight angst thing with the big three vs the urge to make them calling dottore a tooth paste

[scap34]

sugar baby!toji x rich! dom! mean! sadistic! manipulative! male! Younger! sugar daddy!reader

Turning your contract fuck buddy into your sugar baby <3

warnings: degrading, cussing, fingering, mild daddy kink, slight feminization, lingerie

Toji was getting too close to you. 

Maybe it was how you fucked him. Your sadistic nature shining through when you edged him for hours and fucked him roughly after. Or the way you treated him. 

Of course you did treat him like he was yours. But you also pampered him, petted his head, and sang praises into his ears until he came. 

The more he was with you, the more spoiled and lazy he got. With you, all he had to think about was how to please you. Sometimes after you played with him for hours he’d forget everything, acting exactly like the brain dead cock whore you called him. 

The money with you was stable. You paid him well, too well maybe. You also covered all his expenses when you were together. When he was with you, he had no worries. 

But he couldn’t always be with you. 

“I quit.” He said suddenly to you. You and him were sitting on the couch. The tv was on, playing one of those ridiculous horse races Toji liked to gamble on. 

Your hands paused typing and you looked over at him. He looked back at you, seriously. His legs were up and he rested against the couch comfortably. 

He was fond of the couch, you knew that. That’s why you’d brought a new couch. It was just for him and you would even work next to him to make sure he had company. 

“You quit?” You repeated back confused. He nodded, uncharacteristically serious. You knew he could be serious but with you, his coldness fell away. You thought you were past this point already.

“Why?” You asked.

He shrugged. “I’m bored.” He wasn’t. You could tell. You could see it in the way his eyes flicked away guiltily. He drummed his finger against his thick thighs. 

Cute. What a liar your baby was. 

“Okay.” You said agreeing. He immediately looked at you surprised by your quick agreement. You forced your lips to not move, suppressing a smirk. 

You nodded at him, copying his seriousness. “I understand. You can move out whenever you are ready. I’ll send the last check as soon as you leave.” 

His mouth parted in surprise and the hurt in his eyes was hard to hide. It was adorable. He was the one who wanted to leave and yet he was hurt by your agreement? 

He slumped a bit and nodded looking downcast. “Okay.” 

Poor baby. You cooed in your head. You wanted to take him into your arms and kiss his head. You wanted to tell him that you never cared about him and see his reaction. 

“Okay.” You echoed pleased. You turned back to your computer, fingers resuming work.  

Toji wanted you to protest but you nonchalantly agreed to let him leave. He thought you’d put a bit of resistance against his decision. However despite your initial surprise you agreed so readily. 

Despite wanting to leave, he couldn’t help but regret his decision. 

Whatever. He would be fine. After all you were just a good fuck that paid him well. He was sure he’d find something else.  …

“Who was that slut?” He demanded. You gave him an unimpressed look. Both of you could hear the note of pain in his voice. 

It’s been days since he quit. Days since he’d seen you and now he finds you shopping for that slut with the black card you used on him? Did you move on that quick?

“He’s my sugar baby.” You replied calmly. 

Sugar baby?

You smirked at his confusion. “Yeah, it’s like the contract between us, but instead of paying him, he lives with me, sleeps with me and I take care of all his needs.”

You what?

He immediately glared at you. “Why did you pick that slut?” 

You moved closer to him. Inches away from him, he could smell your coconut shampoo. A dazed look crossed his eyes for a second. He missed your scent. 

Your lips tugged into a smirk, immediately noticing his reaction. “I thought he was cute.” 

Cute? He did look more feminine. Blond hair, soft features and doe eyes. Was he your type? Did you like that slut more than him?

“I thought he’d look really pretty dressed in lingerie.” You added thoughtfully, tapping a finger against your chin. 

He almost regretted not killing the slut when he saw him. He should have. Torn his limbs off and asked you how pretty the slut looked then. 

“No.” 

“No, what Toji? This isn’t your decision.” You grinned cruelly. Your words were targeted and made to hurt. 

He was sorry, okay? So stop being so cruel. 

“M’ sorry.” He mumbled out. His head was hanging low. His hands uselessly clenched into fists. He couldn’t brute force his way through his. 

“And what should I do about that?” You said smirking. Toji looked at you betrayed. Didn’t he already admit his mistake?

“Take me back.” He muttered under his breath. You smirked like that was what you expected him to say. 

“I have a few conditions.” He gulped at your words. Your tone sounded wrong and there was a cruel smile on your lips. But he knew he’d agree to anything you said. He needed you. He missed you. 

“You will be my sugar baby.”  …

You’re a manipulative piece of shit. Toji realized as he hissed. Hands desperately clutched the sheets, his face was burned with heat. His throbbing cock begged for attention, hitting his stomach each time you thrusted that damn toy in his ass. 

You had everything planned out didn’t you? You’d used that fucking blond slut to make him jealous. And now you had him exactly where you wanted him. 

Face down on your bed, hips raised up, exposing his hole, and all dolled up in red lingerie for you. Lingerie that he wore because you liked it when he was dressed all pretty for you.

He choked out another moan when you rubbed his cock, rubbing it slowly before you let go again. 

“F-fk yu, fuckin’ a-ah!” He slurred out, crying out as you shoved the toy further into his hole. His body trembled, his cock pathetically leaking drops of precum. 

“What were you saying slut?” Your voice stern laced with traces of amusement. A hand roughly smacked his ass, sending a jolt up his spine. 

His mind filled with pleasure as he let out a sob into the mattress, clenching the silk sheets with a white knuckled grip. His cock was so fucking hard. Everything you did to him only made him harder. 

He could barely think. The plug pressed against his prostate, driving him crazy. You were a sadistic bastard. 

Another slap to his ass knocked him out of his trance. This one was aimed a bit lower, right against the plug. He cried out louder, cock spurting out watery white cum. 

His knees gave out as soon as his third orgasm in 2 hours hit. 

Too blissed out, he didn’t notice when you pulled out the plug, and turned him around. 

He didn’t move, keeping his legs spread, eyes closed,and cheek pressed to the mattress. 

A second passed then another. You sighed and moved away from him. His eyes snapped open, and he looked up at you in confusion. His eyes went to your hard cock that strained against your zipper. 

He looked up at you, confused. You didn’t acknowledge him and used a few tissues to clean him up. Tossing them away you draped a blanket over him. 

This is what you did after you were done with him, and yet you still hadn’t come once. You were clearly still hard. Why weren’t you fucking him?

Was he really not enough for you? The thought was like a bucket of cold water that poured over him. The orgasmatic bliss he’d been floating in, disappeared, throwing him back to reality. 

He disappointed you. 

You were walking away from him. A whine left his throat before he could think. He got off the sofa, his legs weak but stable. 

“[Name],” he bit his lip. “D-daddy p-please.” He called out, a pink flush in his cheeks. You froze in your steps. 

You turned around slowly, your eyes drinking in Toji’s lingerie and disheveled state with clear arousal. You liked him dressed like this. He hesitantly reached up and pressed his bra clad pecs together. 

Your eyes immediately zoned into the movement. 

He was right. 

Ignoring the burning blush of embarrassment he played with his chest, that way he’d seen you do it to him. He squeezed them, and rolled his nipple between his thumb and index, moaning when it sent heat straight into his cock. 

You’d covered his cock with the lacy red panties after he finished. His hardening cock, bulging against the soft fabric. The friction only intensified his arousal.

He panted softly, his exposed skin flushed with humiliation. He must have looked pathetic, dressed up like a slut. The feminine lingerie that barely covered his body, clearly wasn’t made for him. But under your lust blown eyes, he felt so fucking wanted.

“Fuck me, daddy. I want your cum in me.” He whined looking up at you with half lidded lashes. Like expected you fell for it.

Your face split into a grin. Taking two strides forward you closed the distance between you and him. Your hands roamed across his chest, squeezing his tits and ass. 

“Gladly.” You purred, fingers slipping into Toji’s loose hole. He sucked in a breath, a moan slipping from his lips. He eagerly grinded down onto your fingers, like he was scared he wouldn’t please you.

You licked his neck and smiled where he couldn’t see it. Your sweet baby. So pretty, and ready to please. You didn’t feel bad about manipulating him.

Dolled up in lingerie, playing with his large tits, cheeks flushed with shame. He looked so fucking erotic. So willing to do whatever it took to make you happy. 

You turned him around, hands on his small waist. He gasped but easily spread his legs, bending over obediently. Your smirk grew, as you lined your cock up to his entrance, pushing in and bottoming out. 

Your baby cried out, still sensitive from his last orgasm. You pulled out and thrusted back in without mercy. The sound of skin hitting skin mixed with both of your moans. 

“My perfect slut. So fucking pretty. Gonna make you my cock whore.” You muttered thrusting into him. Toji, already fucked stupid, eagerly nodded along. His useless cock, spilling beads of cum. 

“Yes, yes, your slut. Want your cum. Please pl’se.” he slurred out, gasping when you buried you hand in his hair and yanked it roughly. Tears bit the corner of his eyes, his expression was aggrieved. 

You chuckled and rubbed the head of his cock in apology. His eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head, small whines, pleas falling from his pink lips. 

Who were you to deny your beautiful baby anything? 

You fucked into his tight ass, his greedy hole clinging to your cock as you pulled out even slightly. 

“P’ease plea-hic,” he sobbed. “M’ w’nna cum, please.” You thrusted into him harder, holding his waist. Your own orgasm building up. Your baby wanted you to use him, so you will.

When you finally cum, Toji collapses forward. His hole was leaking with cum, his body still trembling from his orgasm. 

You tucked your cock away, smiling when Toji’s eyes landed on your softened cock with delight. He was proud that he made you cum. A-fucking-dorable.

You couldn’t wait to spoil this man rotten. Your precious sugar baby.

[messylustt]

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𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥) — 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧

miguel o’hara x fem!reader. 3.6k words

fic masterlist previous part pt six next part

mentions of injury; miguel be fantasising bout you guys; miguel makes you say spanish sentences that you don’t know the meaning of (i don’t think this is a warning but oh well); please also forgive if there’s any grammar/spelling mistakes (I’m tired af) — after the incident you wake up at HQ, with a note saying your hired status. with confusion you go to speak to miguel. along the way there and back you get your friends acting suspicious. miguel finally begins to accept that he wants to keep you close.

Your eyes slowly blink open, bright light invading your vision. At first you just lie there, no thoughts really occupying your brain.

As you go to sit up, having realised that you're lying on a bed, a hand suddenly rests on your shoulder. You turn to see Hobie. "Careful there, mate, wouldn't want ya knocking out again."

"What..." You drift off, brows furrowing as you rub your temples. "Knocked out...oh." Thoughts, or more so memories, begin to flood your brain. The different universe. Miles. The masked men. The running...and then...Miguel. You remember seeing Miguel, he had helped you, asking you to stay quiet.

You remember the instant feeling of relief when he had spoken, and then the droopy feeling of your exhausted body.

You go to swing your legs off the bed, as you gaze around the medical room. But Hobie keeps his hand on your shoulder. "You've gone through some stuff over the past couple days, take it easy."

"I'm alright...thank you." You nod, giving him a small smile. "Am I back at HQ?" Then you further mutter. "I thought he'd send me home."

"Yeah, me too...but maybe your act of defiance changed his mind." Hobie chuckles.

You go to shake my head. "I didn't mean t-"

"Mean to go, yeah don't worry we knew not long after you disappeared." Hobie interrupts.

You nod, but then your brows begin to furrow. "Wait, how did you know?"

"Miguel actually found out. He got pissed you left a day early. Thanks for that, by the way." Hobie nudges your shoulder gently.

You softly chuckle, though your thoughtful expression stays. "How'd he found out? I could've just gone home. I planned to just go home."

"I think he went to your universe." Hobie says, a sly grin forming.

You stare at him. "Why? To tell me I should have worked that day?"

Hobie shrugs. "Maybe."

You shift your body, so that you're somewhat facing him more. "What aren't you telling me?"

"Hm?" Hobie hums, acting innocent.

"Hobie don't have that expression if you're gonna stay silent." You wave your finger in front of his face.

Hobie stands, putting his hands in his pockets. "I don't know what you're talking about, y/n."

"Hobie."

But he's already walking out he door. "Oh." He pokes his head back in. "There's some lunch on that table there. Be grateful I didn't eat it."

;;

You stare at the note in your hand. It read 'You're not fired as of Tuesday'.

"Peter, hey. Have you seen Miguel?" You ask as Peter nears you, your hand now scrunching around the note. Another god forsaken note.

"Y/n, hey. Glad to see you look less pale." Peter smiles, but you're persistent.

"Apparently I'm not fired?"

"You got your job back, nice." Peter at first doesn't notice your blatant narrowed gaze. But when he does, his smile turns to a frown of confusion. "You don't seem happy about that."

"I'm confused. He isn’t one to mess with people…right?"

Peter tilts his head to the side. "Eh, part of me wouldn’t be surprised if he did." He mutters.

"I mean, not even a day ago he was wanting me gone. Not that much has happened to change his mind." You say.

"Actually a lot has happened."

"Yeah, but that stuff shouldn't change his decision about me working here."

Peter shrugs. "Maybe it did."

"Your elaboration there is great, Peter, thanks." Your sarcasm is clear.

Peter smiles, fixing the spider beanie on Mayday's head, as she babbles on about something. "Go talk to him. Most of the time I can't read him, so I wouldn't have a clue."

"That's why I'm trying to find him." You say, to which Peter answers with "I think I saw him heading to the top floor."

And so you make your way to the stairs to heaven (hell). You had just walked down them in an effort to find Miguel, now you were walking up them...in an effort to find Miguel. This fact only seemed make you even more annoyed with him.

Great, you got your job back, but at this point you needed to know why. You needed to know what made him change his mind that quickly. Nothing else ever has. Miguel has always been one to make final decisions, with not much there to sway him.

You think back to Miguel’s reasoning for his initial firing, as you walk up the steps. It was because of the attack. So why would he re-hire you because of another one? Or more so because of the same masked men who had attacked. Were they even the reason?

Does Miguel think you know something, and is wanting you back to tell him? No—you think to yourself. He wouldn’t re-hire you for that simple reason.

When you reach the top, your gaze gets caught up in a decision of what direction to take. None of his offices were up here. The only place you can think that Miguel would go is his room.

But you pause in front of his door. Did you really want to go in there? He’s clearly not working if is in there. God, but you had too many unanswered questions, so you knock.

It’s silent for a moment, besides your breathing and the distant chatter of spider-people. You go to knock again, but the door creaks open. It’s darker inside, the dim lighting reminding you of one of his past requests. You can remember the feel of his broad shoulders when giving him that massage. The small groans he would let slip.

You had pushed aside that memory, not liking the way it made your entire body buzz. “Miguel?”

Then he opens the door wider, staring down at you. His position was surprisingly relaxed, one arm leant against the doorframe, as he wore those monotoned clothes that brought out his red eyes.

Speaking of those red eyes, you caught them scanning your body, a little too slowly and for a little too long. You gulp, not meaning to come across so nervous.

You hold up the severely scrunched up note. Miguel shifts his gaze to it. “I see you decided to take your annoyance out on that this time.” He comments.

You narrow your eyes. “Why am I not fired?”

“I thought you’d be happy to see that note.” He says, relaxing more against the doorframe.

“No. I’m not happy to see any note.” You say, lowering your arm. “Why couldn’t you just tell me in person?”

“Because I wanted to avoid this.” He gestures to you in general.

“You can’t expect me not to be a little curious at the sudden change of heart.” You say, trying not to let your gaze drift down his body. When he had shifted his shirt rose a fraction, letting you see part of his hips and abs.

Of course he had abs. You weren’t blind to how built he was, but the small visual still seemed to make you blink too many times and your brain re-wire.

“You don’t need to be curious.” Miguel states, his tongue running along his fang as if he were bored, but the expression in his eyes begged to differ.

“But I am.” You say, tucking the note in your back pocket. “Look, it’s beneficial for you if I know the reason. Then I can work on what made you want to fire me and continue doing what made you re-hire me.”

“Don’t do what made me re-hire you.” Miguel quickly answers.

Your brows furrow. “You’re saying that like what I did was bad…Why would you hire me for something you don’t want me to do again?”

“You ask a lot of questions, you know that?”

“Don’t worry, I have a lot more in my head for you.” You smile.

Miguel shakes his head, looking away with a clench to his jaw. The tiniest of smiles edged the corner of his mouth, but with his turned away head you weren’t able to catch it. And when he glanced back it was gone.

“Can’t I do something without being questioned?” Miguel asks. “I mean, you got your job back, you should be happy…and any other sparkly emotion.”

“You should use those ‘sparkly emotions’ more often, O’Hara. You know people who can lead with positivity usually get more people on their side.” You tilt your head with a raise to your brow.

“You do realise going off track isn’t gonna make me tell you anything.” Miguel says.

Your smile falls as you press your lips together with a sigh. Miguel darts his gaze up your form again, checking your injuries. Your ankle was only partially sprained so no cast was needed, but his gaze kept on getting caught up on the small cuts that littered your body. Some faint, some more prominent, like the one on your bottom lip.

Before he knows it he’s grabbing a belt loop of your pants, pulling you slightly closer as he tilts your head how he wants. Your eyes widen at the action as your heart begins to pick a quicker pace. Two of his fingers stay under your chin—keeping your head tilted up—while his thumb hovers over your cut lip, his gaze narrowed in inspection.

“You should make sure that that doesn’t get infected.” He says in a whisper.

You scoff, though it comes out softer than intended, you having to gulp immediately after. You had been right—having him this close was going to give you a heart attack. “That’s rich coming from you.” Your voice has turned to a mere whisper also.

“You keep seeming to forget that you’re only human.” He mutters. “Weak.”

“You forgot annoying.” You mutter back. Miguel meets your gaze and you freeze. He was close. Too close. Because your mind was beginning to fog over as you stared at Miguel’s intrigued eyes.

Then suddenly he says “We’ll continue our Spanish lessons in a few hours.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary anymore.” You say, to which his eyes narrow, his hold still keeping your head tilted up.

“Really?” He sounds disbelieving. “So, you manage to say one Spanish sentence, and that’s it? you’re done?” He tilts his head his eyes darting. “I thought you were more determined than that.”

You narrow your eyes in turn. “And I learnt that sentence from my phone. So, yes, I think I’m fine.”

A small sneering smirk began to curve his lips. “I thought I took your phone.”

Your mouth opens and closes. “I…got a new one.”

“Or…you stole it back.” He counters, raising a brow.

“It’s easier this way. I don’t have to bother you with lessons.”

“But I liked getting something in return.” He answers smoothly.

“You were asking for things anyone could do.” You say.

“But I’d have to pay for someone to give me a massage.” He mocks sadness. “When you were there being oh so nice and generous.”

“I wasn’t being generous. It was apart of the deal.”

“And it still is.”

“No. You firing me, got rid of the deal altogether.” You say, moving to step away, wanting to breath in air that wasn’t getting mixed in with his.

But he pulls you back, tightening his hold on your chin a fraction, one of his fingers dragging to rest on the in-between of your jaw and neck.

“But I re-hired you, which means the deal’s back on.”

“What if I say no to the job?” You suddenly ask.

“Chaparrita, you’re not gonna say no.”

And you hated the fact that he was right. No matter what people said you did like this job, being around all these spider variants. It settled for an interesting life.

Miguel’s finger—that rested by your jaw—started to subtly caress back and forth. It had soon grown into a habit of his, when he got the chance to touch you.

There was almost something soothing about it for him. Being able to feel your soft skin against his claws, that he would usually only use for violence. A contradiction that silently said to him ‘Not everything about you is violent. Not everything has to be’.

And those words only seemed to come up in your presence. At first he had been annoyed by them and that fact. He doesn’t have time or the energy for “feelings” and such. He had to stay focused.

But over—especially—the past few days his annoyance had fizzled away, slowly but surely. Shifting to a feeling that he much preferred, one that made his body buzz with heat. And of course—only in your presence.

So, yes, maybe he did re-hire you so that the masked men wouldn’t be able to find you in your home, but maybe it was also for selfish reasons. Not liking the idea of not seeing you, even if his scowl was still present.

He liked being around you, even just listening to you talk. It all still confused him, but he finally recognised his want for you to stay. To make him feel settled, calm even.

At the end of the day, both his ‘reasons’ for re-hiring you are selfish and he knows it. He wants you close and in his line of vision, and he was going to make sure things stayed that way.

“Alright.” You say, finally agreeing to continuing this deal with Miguel. “But please don’t make me run around endlessly.”

“Have I been?” He shakes his head for you. “No. I’ve only given you easy tasks.”

You don’t why he has but you are definitely grateful. “Don’t use your phone again.” He suddenly says.

“Many people use phones for different thin—“

Miguel cuts in, sparing you an annoyed look. “For Spanish lessons.”

You finally manage to step back, holding in your sigh of relief until you were alone. Miguel watched you intently, catching onto the way your hand began to fiddle nervously with the very same belt loop he had been holding onto.

“I’ll uh…see you in a few hours then.” You say, beginning to step backwards down the hallway. “In the tech room?”

Miguel shakes his head. “It’s still being repaired. Just come back to my room.”

You ignore the flutter in your stomach, as you nod. “See you then.” Then you swiftly turn and head towards the stairs.

Miguel watches you go, his lips curving up into an easy smile.

;;

A few hours later—those hours having been filled with back and forth thoughts—you were walking past all the different spider variants, heading towards Miguel’s room.

You narrowed your feelings down to nervousness, having gone in a roundabout of thinking ‘it’s fine’ ‘I’ll be fine’ to ‘im starting to sweat’ ‘why the hell am I starting to sweat?!’

“Y/n!” A voice stopped you, and you turn to see Miles, Gwen and Hobie.

“Miles.” You smile. “So sorry for practically leaving you back there.” You did feel bad.

“Please don’t. I would have told you to run anyway. Those men were scary.” He made a face which made you chuckle. “They had like….real large claws.”

“Yeah…would much prefer never to see them again.” You half chuckle.

“How are you?” Gwen asks, taking her hood off.

You nod. “Good. Better. Yeah…a lot better.” You glance down at your ankle. “Wish I wasn’t so accident prone though.”

“Nah.” Hobie begins, swinging his arm around your shoulder. “You jus’ have a running theme of bein’ in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“That makes me feel so much better.” You scoff.

“Where are you headed anyway?” Hobie asks you.

“Oh, just to Miguel’s—“ you pause. You were gonna say ‘Miguel’s bedroom’ but then realised how strange that would sound. “To speak to Miguel.”

“I thought you already did?” Gwen asks, brushing her hair from her eyes.

“Yes…but…we have more to discuss.” You nod.

“Like what? Does he want to talk to you about his strange display of worry the other day?” Hobie asks with a sly smirk.

You glance at him, brows furrowing. “Coz that don’t really sound like him.” Hobie continues.

“You’re doing that face again.” You say, narrowing your eyes.

“Am I?” He again prays innocence.

“Yeah, you are. And it’s beyond annoying.”

“Jus’ like I thought he found you.” Hobie mutters almost smugly.

“What?”

In response Hobie just smiles at you, putting his hands in his pockets. You shift your gaze to Gwen, who is looking away.

“Why are you guys acting so suspicious?” You ask.

“We just find it…strange is all.” Gwen says.

“Find what strange?”

“Well…Miguel was the one to bring you in…which isn’t strange, but it was just the way he was acting.” Gwen begins, making your brows furrow further.

“I’m not following.” You say slowly.

“He didn’t really let any of the doctors touch you up.” Gwen continues.

“Then how….?” You’re confused. Because you had woken up with clean cuts and a fixed ankle.

“Ay, what are we all talking about, you guys?” Pav appears, swinging down from a different ceiling path.

“Jus’ about Miguel’s strange actions in medical.” Hobie says.

“Oh yeah!” Pav nods quickly. “He was acting really different. Wouldn’t let anyone near you, y/n.” He gestures to you, to which you raise your brows in disbelief. Then Pav chuckles. “It was almost like he was—“

But Gwen cuts him quickly. “He was just acting different. That’s all.” Gwen spares Pavitr a small glare.

“Okayyy.” You drag out, eyeing them all again. “Right now Miles is the only one seeming to be acting normal. Which I appreciate.” You had begun to back up down the path. Miles spares you a small smile in response.

As you begin to head to Miguel’s room, their words circled your head. What did they mean by ‘didn’t let the doctors touch you up’ or ‘didn’t let anyone near you’. They’re right—that is different from Miguel. So far different that you just can’t seem to believe it.

Maybe they were playing some prank. But even though you can see Hobie and Pav coming up with that joke, you can’t see Gwen getting in on it.

But those thoughts soon drift away as you near Miguel’s door again. You knock, feeling your palms increase in sweat.

Miguel opens the door. Upon seeing you he tilts his head, asking for you to come inside. You do, slipping past him and into the cozy, dim room.

“I hope you’ve come up with some helpful phrases.” You say turning to him. “Because I gave up my phone for this.”

Miguel pulls out a desk chair, taking a seat. You look around, seeing no other chair to occupy. “Use my bed.” He says, gesturing to his ruffled sheets.

You turn your gaze to it, holding down the small hitch of your breath. Why was it hitching? It was just a bed.

You walk over, carefully taking a seat at the edge, facing an already seated Miguel. “And yes, I am better than your phone.” He says, meeting your gaze.

“You sure?” You question. “My phone is pretty helpful.”

“And you’re saying I’m not?” Miguel asks with a small tilt his head. “That hurts.” His dry humour was something that had grown on you. Whether you liked it or not.

“Quiero ir a la feria.” It was a simple beginner question that you repeated effortlessly.

“Quiero ir a la feria.”

“It means ‘I want to go to the fair’.” Miguel explains.

After a few more simple sentences, a idea pops up in Miguel’s head. He probably shouldn’t execute it, but of course he still will.

“Me encantaría usar tu cama para otras cosas.” Miguel says, waiting for you to repeat it.

“Me encantaría usar tu cama para otras cosas.” You repeat, your flow having gotten a lot better.

Miguel’s breathing hitches upon hearing the words. You had assumed he got you to say something simple, along the lines of ‘I am a farmer who plants trees’. But he instead made you say ‘I’d love to use your bed for other things’.

And Miguel should probably stop and move on, but he doesn’t particularly want to. “¿No crees que me vería bonita atrapada entre tus sábanas, Miguel?”

“Aren’t you gonna tell me what the other sentence means?” You ask.

“Repeat it.” Miguel doesn’t budge.

You sigh. “¿No crees que me vería bonita atrapada entre tus sábanas, Miguel?” (Don’t you think I’d look pretty trapped in your sheets, Miguel?) You tilt your head, staring at him. All you know is that you asked him a question, but that’s about it.

Miguel breathes heavier, giving you a once over. “Tan bonita.” (So pretty.) He murmers.

“Do you want me to repeat that too?” You ask.

Miguel chuckles. “That’s fine.” Your words staying trapped in Miguel’s brain, seeming to repeat…over and over.

Miguel’s gaze kept flicking to your lips. Conflicting emotions resided behind this action. He could see your cut, which reminded him of the fact that you got dragged into a mess you didn’t particularly ask for, resulting in you getting injured and down right hunted.

The other emotion veered closer to his reasoning for getting you to say those sentences. He wanted to feel them. Lean closer…and see what they felt like. Maybe he wanted to soothe your cut with his tongue…

“Miguel? Are you gonna tell me what I just said?” You ask, leaning closer to get his attention.

Miguel meets your gaze. “I’ll let you try and figure it out.”

“That’s not very good teaching.” You mutter.

He just shrugs. “Then I guess you‘ll never know.”

“And don’t translate it on your phone.” Miguel says pointedly. “That would make you a bad student.”

You clench your jaw but nod. “Fine…” your gaze shifts to the window, seeing the dark sky.

You quickly stand. “I didn’t realise it was this late. I should go.” You begin to head to the door.

Miguel watches your every movement, until you glance back giving him a small nod. “Thanks for somewhat of a good lesson.”

Miguel just hums with a nod, as you turn shutting the door and leaving. Leaving Miguel to gaze back at his bed and where you were seated.

He had already begun to decide on what he wants in return.

ok, this post isn’t letting me add the colours and now I’m sad

this part was a little less action, coz i wanted focus more on miguel’s fEeLiNgS. coz boy does he have them

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[jawabear]

Steady Girl

Captian John Price x Reader

Not my GIF

A/N: this was a collective effort between myself and the legend that is @softpedropascal. She probably could've done a better job but this is my attempt. I had to use this GIF for...reasons. yes.... but yes, please enjoy my brain rot. Sorry for any mistakes.

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: AFAB!reader, cockwarming, mentions of scissors (?), teasing, dirty talk, rough sex, hair, pet names, sir kink (if you squint), let me know if anything else

Summary: John loves when you help him trim his facial hair. And he loves what comes after as well.

You always loved John’s beard, his mutton chops, every single hair on his body. But what you loved most about it was when he asked for your help on trimming it up a bit. he loved it too. He loved being close to you and having you care for him in such an intimate way. He loved to capture you lips when you got close enough. He loved seeing the look of concentration on your face as you focused on making his beard look perfect (not that it didn’t already). He loved the fact you sat on his lap. 

He loved all the possibilities that came along with the entire endeavour of you trimming his facial hair. His mind would run wild with the thoughts, and his cock would get hard under you. 

Or in this case, inside you. 

You were both showering together when he commented on needing his beard trimmed down, so when you got out you sat him down and got to work, not bothering with clothes and barely drying yourselves off. 

John didn’t say anything when he slipped himself into you, making you gasp a little but moan at the delicious stretch of his size. He always stretched you out, no matter the amount of times he had fucked you senseless in every corner of the house you shared. 

“Remember, not too much off” he said, his voice low, gruff and making your pussy clench around his cock. He let out a huff of a laugh and rested his hands on your thighs. 

“I know” you said, trying to act a little bit cocky to give the impression his thick cock inside you wasn’t making your head spin. You shifted a little on his lap and whimpered at the shift, at the brush of his cock against your walls. Even without this or your attempt at seeming unfazed, he knew you were loosing it. You could never last with his dick dormant in your walls. You were always impatient when it came to him. You could barely concentrate on what you were doing, your hands trembling. 

“Steady, girl” he muttered. His hot breath felt good against your water damp cheek. And the lowness of his voice made you clench again and almost start bouncing on his lap. He wouldn’t have cared, but he was in a teasing mood. And he was relentless at it. “Keep your focus, yeah? Don’t want to cut off too much, do you?”

“N-No. I’m sorry. Just feels so good” you tried to blink away the oncoming daze that was threatening to cloud your mind, but your head still spun and his cock still throbbed inside you. Fuck it felt so good. You could feel every pump of blood keeping it hard, and every protruding vein adding slight pressure against your slick walls. No doubt he was soaked. Not just from the shower, but from the amount of juices that had flooded out of your pussy from simply feeling him inside you. 

He hadn’t even touched you, let alone fucked you. And you were loosing it. Loosing your mind and will as a normal human being. You’d happily give yourself to pleasure and corrupt your mind if it meant being fucked dumb by the one and only Captain John Price. And he knew this all too well. Seeing as he was in a teasing mood, he liked to play on this. 

“I bet it does” his hands stroked up and down your thighs, sending shivers down your spine. Your teeth dug back into your bottom lip, a lot harder this time. You were trying to restrain the ungodly and pathetic moans, whimpers and begs that were bubbling on the surface of your throat.  “I know you love my fat cock inside your little pussy” he grabbed your thighs and began slowly rocking you back and forth. 

“Yes” you panted. Your head rolled back and let out a soft whimper. God he felt so good. Even the slightest and softest movements had that coil building inside your stomach. It had your blood burning and heart thrumming against your chest. The Captain slapped your left thigh. Not too hard, but hard enough to get your attention. And for you to jolt. Jump a little on his dick. A minute thrust that nearly pushed you over the edge. Very nearly.

“Oh no, sweetheart. You’ve still got my left side to do” John’s big, rough skinned hand soothed over the point at which he slapped the skin. The sting was a little harsher because of the added layer of water remaining there but his gentle touch was a beautiful contrast. 

You managed to lift your head and meet his gaze. Staring into the beautiful blue eyes. Slightly clouded like a beautiful storm over a raging sea. It was a look you knew well. He was just as turned on as you were. He was also trying his hearest not to chuck those scissors to the side and fuck you until you couldn’t remember anything but his name. Captain John Price. 

You swallowed and nodded and carefully turned his head a little so you could start on his left side. But you didn’t have the strength to do it as precisely as the other side. Maybe you would’ve if he hadn’t slid a hand up your body and was now playing with your already hard nipple. 

“John…my hands…” your tried to get out your words but he didn’t seem to care about your pleas. “They’re shaking” John turned his head a little and pressed a hot kiss to your palm.

“That’s not shaking, love” his voice was lower now, almost a warning “finish up and do a good job and I’ll show you what it looks like when you shake” oh, it was a warning. A promise. 

You couldn’t help but moan. Your pussy practically strangling his cock at this point. John let out a low grumble of a moan and dropped his hand back down to your thigh, squeezing them in his hand and slapped them again. Both of them this time. You whined and bucked your hips against him. He slapped your thighs again “you deaf?” He questioned. 

“N-No. I’m sorry…sir” with shaky hands, you went back to trying to trim up his mutton chops. You knew it wasn’t going to be your best work. This is how it usually went. You’d do one side perfectly, but then he would tease you, turn you on until you were on the verge of tears and wouldn’t fuck you until you had finished. And then when you were fucked out and barely conscious on wherever it was he fucked you, he would fix it up himself. 

That was what was going to happen here. 

But he was satisfied when he heard the satisfying slice of the scissors through his hair. He could feel your hand on his cheek, keeping his head to the side. Either to get better access to his facial hair, or to stop his raging sea gaze from burning into your eyes. 

His hands were still at play though. And he was getting bolder. His hands slid to your inner thighs, dragging his finger tips dangerously close to your throbbing core. To your clit that had been brushing up against the curls of the corse hair there the whole time. You needed him to touch you there. And the Captain knew that. 

“John…please” you begged, grinding yourself onto him. 

“No no, love. You need to focus. And I know you can’t focus when I’m touching your cute little clit” you only whined more at that. 

“But I can’t focus when you’re not touching me!” 

Oh, he liked that. He liked the desperation in your voice. He liked the way you tried your hardest to bounce on his cock. But his hands were pushing down on your thighs preventing you from getting very far. 

“Keep going” he told you “you’re nearly finished. And then I’ll give you what we both want” 

You let out a frustrated groan and tried to speed up your trimming, your hands still shaking, your head still spinning, your core still aching and his fucking cock still throbbing. How was he not loosing his mind as much as you?

Evidently, by the storm in his eyes, he was losing his mind as much as you. Maybe just a little more. Just a little. But John was very very good a hiding his emotions. Even when he was turned on. He always remained in complete control of himself. And you. 

“Easy, girl” he caught your wrist and turned his head to look at you. The raging seas in his eyes mirrored that of the flood between your legs. 

“I’m done…I’ve finished” you panted as you dropped the scissors to the floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed yourself further against him. Chest to chest. Just the way he liked it. 

He moved one hand to your hip and the other he ran over his freshly trimmed mutton chops. He grunted a little. “It’ll do” he muttered. He grabbed your ass and lifted you up. John got to his feet, cock still hard inside you and carried you out to the bedroom. He put you on the bed, back flat against the sheets as he kneeled between your legs. 

“You did a good job, sweetheart. And I did promise I’d give you what you wanted. What we both wanted” he pulled your thighs up over his, pushing his cock somehow further into you. “Now, I’m going to make you shake. Make you tremble. Make a fucking mess of you until you can’t remember anything but my name” 

“Y-Yes sir!” 

“And what is my name, beautiful?”

“Captain John Price!” You all but screamed it out. A trigger word for him drilling himself into you. “Thank you! Thank you Captain!” 

“Thank you, beautiful. Thank you for having such a perfectly little pussy. So fuckin’ wet. So fuckin’ hot. So. Fucking. Tight” he punctuated the last three words with hard and powerful thrusts. 

God, you were gone. You mind completely blank. The pleasure numbing your brain, body and fucking soul. “That’s it. Let yourself go fuckin’ stupid for me. Let me have all of this pussy” 

“All yours” you managed to moan. You didn’t know if you were making coherent words or if it was just a mumbled mess of pleasure. He seemed to know what you were talking about though. 

“Good girl” he pressed one hand to your pelvis and rubbed his thumb over your clit. That sent you to a whole new layer of pleasure. Of heaven. 

You could only see pleasure. You could only see white. You could only see…him. 

“John…please….’m close” 

“I know sweetheart. Let go. Come for me” his thumb was furiously rubbing your clit and his dick was throbbing so much you thought it was going to explode. You were nearly in tears. Or perhaps you were. Your skin was burning that you thought any tears you shed would’ve evaporated. 

You reached your hand down and grabbed at his wrist as you came. Your juices spilling out all over his cock and pelvis. You soaked him. He loved it. You babbled out a mess of his name, ‘feels good’ and ‘coming!’. It pulled him close. So so close. Teetering on that edge. Just one more little thing and it would be over. 

You swallowed thickly. “Come for me, John” your voice was quiet, hoarse and laced with pure, burning pleasure. For him. All for him. 

“Oh fuck-“ his voice faltered and his hips stuttered as he managed to pull out in time to spill himself all over your heaving chest. Hot, thick ropes of his come painted the canvas that was yourself. A perfect masterpiece in his opinion. If he could, he would frame it and put it in front of his bed. In front so he could get himself off while staring at it. 

John stroked himself until he was completely spent. The pleasure still twitching through his body. As it was yours, although for you it was like being drowned. Drowned in pure ecstasy. 

With heavy eyes, he raked up your body. Your fucked out face was a perfect picture. “Perfect” he felt the need to tell you that. Even though you could comprehend nothing. You whined and tried to roll over, probably to get up. “Steady, girl” he said again. Slight humour in his voice. “Give me a minuet and I’ll help you”

“W-with what?” You panted. 

“Well, we’re going to need another shower” he crawled over you and pressed a long and siring kiss to your parted lips. You made no attempt at trying to kiss him back. When he pulled back you managed to open your eyes to meet his. The storm starting to pass, but something else was brewing. A tranquil oasis. love. “And you need to finish my left side”

5/1/23

[luci-is-a-bitch-x3x]

Obey Me! Younger Brothers react to: Mc telling them "You look so handsome when you lie to me."

Other parts can be found here: Older Brothers Reaction

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Welcome! to another part of this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

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Satan's reaction

Satan and Mc were hanging out in HoL's library, Satan was currently engulfed in a book, Mc had been reading, but a particular thought had caused them to stop reading. Mc couldn't stop thinking about the thought, they stare at Satan questioning if they should act on the thought or not. See Mc usually is one step behind Satan when it comes to flirting. Satan is a romantic he's constantly flustering Mc, Mc would like to make Satan flustered at least once! The countless times he's left Mc blushing and stuttering for some come back, its time for Mc's revenge!

Mc gives themself a pep talk and then clears their throat. 'Satan can I ask you a question?' Satan's eyes dart up from the book he'd been reading, as Satan makes eye contact with Mc, Mc can see his emerald eyes glisten under the library lights. Satan's practically beaming with curiosity, but he holds his composure well. Sending Mc a calm comforting smile before responding to their question- "By all means ask away, you've piqued my interest after all." Satan's calm smile is now more of a teasing intrigued grin, he unintentionally scooted to the edge of the seat he's sitting in. Almost looking like a teen girl about to hear about gossip. 'Would you love me more if I was a cat?' Mc knew the answer, of course Satan would, but Mc also knew Satan wouldn't say that to them, he wouldnt want to hurt their feelings. Satan teasing grin flaters and he is silent for a couple of minutes, Mc can practically hear the cogs in his brain turning as he tries to think of a response. "....Of course not.." Satan finally answers, though he sounds like he's lying or unsure. Mc can't help but smile at his answer, Mc's plan was working just as they thought it would.

'You look so handsome when you lie to me Satan.' Mc says with a grin. Satan goes to argue, he wasnt completely lying Mc wouldn't be Mc if they were a cat, but he quickly realized Mc called him handsome. Satan blushes and does his little ´how dare you fluster me` scoff, Mc can tell he is thinking hard of some response. Satan sits there mouth formed in a line as his brain cogs start turning into overdrive. How is Satan supposed to come up with a response to that? The smoothness of Mc's action makes Satan realize they've been planning this for weeks! They thought ahead and knew his answer before he even answered. Satan blushes more as he realizes hes been out done for the day, so he stands up and mutters a quick "..that was a good one..but I'll have a better one next time.." Before he rushes out of the library headed to his room to plot his revenge. Satan enjoyed hearing Mc call him handsome but he enjoys the fun flirting competition the two have going on more.

Asmodeus's Reaction:

Mc and Asmo we're hanging out and doing random things together like always. Asmo decided to snap a few pictures of the two together to put on his Devilgram. Just as anyone does when posting pictures the two go through the pictures taken together to find ones they both can agree to post. The pictures all look great, Mc and Asmo both are looking fantastic, but everyone can be picky sometimes when it comes to what kind of photos of themselves they want online. Asmo has a reputation to uphold as the Devildom's most beautiful demon, and Mc is a human..so human world standards can be life changing.

Asmo and Mc usually can choose a photo or a few photos just fine, but occasionally a small argument breaks out. As they go through the photos Asmo chooses his favorite, but it happens to be a photo that Mc doesn't like the way they look in. Asmo tries to make Mc feel better, reassuring them that they look fine, "..come on hon, you look absolutely stunning." Despite Asmo's best attempt, his compliments do not change Mc's mind, they are dead set on the photo he chose not being the one posted. Asmo being Asmo though he doesn't listen, he looks the best in that photo so he has to post it! Asmo "secretly" begins to edit the photo and prepare it to post on his Devilgram. Mc takes one glance at Asmo trying to hide his D.D.D and instantly knows he's trying to post the photo they said they didn't want posted. Mc sighs and asks, "Asmo are you posting that photo?" Even though they already know the answer. Asmo glances up from his D.D.D and gives Mc an innocent smile. "..I'm not posting any yet..I'm just scrolling on Devilgram." Asmo lies through his teeth, feigning innocence.

Mc shakes their head with a smile and says, 'you look so handsome when you lie to me Asmo.' Asmo's fake innocent smile falters and he blushes a little. Asmo instantly walks over to Mc to give them a hug as he says, "oh I'm sorry hon, but I look the best in that photo! You look amazing too! It's the perfect photo to captivate how amazing we look together!" Asmo says clearly still wanting to post the photo. Mc just sighs and says something like "you look handsome in any photo', unlike Asmo, Mc's compliments seem to do the trick as Asmo slowly begins to choose a different photo, one that Mc is okay with him posting to his Devilgram. It becomes a trick that Mc can use often if they have a photo they don't want him posting, just compliment him until he changes his mind. Bonus points if Mc specifically points out how good he looks in the photo they want posted.

Beelzebub's Reaction:

Mc had been saving a snack for a few days, they even hid it really well in the fridge! They are in their room doing R.A.D homework when they suddenly start feeling hungry, so they go to the kitchen to get their snack. When they get to the kitchen they aren't exactly surprised to find Beel in the kitchen already. Beel has his face stuffed with food as usual but he doesn't greet Mc like he usually would, instead he quickly turns away from Mc and even stuffs the wrapper of whatever he's eating into his mouth, proceeding to eat it as well. He cannonly eats literal plates so don't worry bout him. Mc was able to catch a small glimpse of the wrapper before Beel stuffed it into his mouth, and Mc is almost positive it's the wrapper to the snack they had been saving.

They couldn't really be mad at Beel, he gets hungry man, but they still pretend to be upset. They cross their arms as they stare at Beel suspiciously, '..Beel what're you eating.?' Mc asks, even though they pretty much already know. Beel's face flushes red out of embarrassment and he continues to be turned away from Mc, "...nothing.." Beel says with a mouth full of food, the poor mans is just making his case worse. Mc has to fight off a smile, still trying to pretend to be upset, the give him an even more suspicious and fake stern look, '..you wouldn't happen to be eating my snack would you?' Mc asks knowingly, basically resisting the urge to bust out laughing, they couldn't though, they had to execute their plan. Beel swallows before glancing Mc's way, the crumbs of Mc's snack is still on his face, making it obvious that he's the culprit. "...no...it was something else.." Beel mutters quietly, not even making eye contact anymore, probably the worst liar out of all the brothers.

Mc smiles at him knowingly while saying, 'you look so handsome when you lie to me Beel.' Beel's face immediately flushed a dark shade of red, if he still had the food in his mouth he probably would have choked in Surprise, he enjoys mc calling him handsome, but unlike his brothers he mainly hears Mc calling him out on lying. "...I'm sorry Mc..it just looked so good..I'll buy you a new one.." Beel says apologetically, looking at the ground like a puppy who got caught in the trash by its owner. Mc just laughs and shakes their head while saying, 'its okay Beel I'm just teasing, how about we both go out and get a new one together?' Beel seems to like that suggestion as he smiles widely and mutters something about "food is always better when eating with you, Mc." So, the two head out to get a snack, they end up with lots of snacks because Beel got hungry on the walk to the store, but both Mc and Beel had a good time together.

Belphegor's Reaction:

A new movie has come out in the Devildom, Mc is super excited to watch it, and Mc specifically said they are excited to watch it with Belphie. Belphie isn't particularly fond of the type of movie it is, but he wants to make Mc happy and sees it as an opportunity to rest his head in Mc's lap and nap. The two get set up in Mc's room to watch the movie together, they have snack, blankets, all the necessities for a good movie night together. Belphie even promised Mc that he would stay up and watch the entire movie with Mc. The movie starts and Belphie stays awake for awhile, barely even watching the movie, just being up soc wouldn't be upset. However as the movie gets to the half way mark it becomes increasingly hard for the Avatar of Sloth to stay awake. The movie was honestly a little boring and Mc's lap was just so comfortable! Belphie tries his hardest to stay up, he promised Mc after all, but as the movie continues to drone on he decides it might not be that bad to just rest his eyes a little. Belphie figures Mc will be paying too much attention and won't even notice so he could nap for a few minutes and then get back up without Mc even knowing.

He was wrong though, as soon as he closes his eyes Mc notices. 'I thought you were going to stay up and watch the whole movie with me?' Mc asks confusedly, Belphie had promised and all. Belphie gives a half-assed response, not even opening his eyes, "I am staying up, I'm just resting my eyes not sleeping" Belphie mumbles, you can hear the tiredness in his voice. Mc sighs and allows him to lay there for a bit "resting his eyes" while they continue watching the movie. After a few minutes Mc glances back down at Belphie resting in their lap, Mc figures Belphie is probably asleep so they quietly ask, 'are you sleeping yet?' Belphie grumbles in response, pushing closer to Mc's body and not opening his eyes, "no. I'm not even close to falling asleep" Belphie says, though he's completely lying, you can tell by the sound of his voice that he's about to fall asleep at any second.

Mc laughs softly at the sloth demon's determination to pretend to not be falling asleep, Mc smiles down at the half asleep demon and says, 'you look so handsome when you lie to me Belphie' Belphie was about to fall asleep until he heard Mc's statement, he shoots up staring at them with hazy tired but wide eyes, his face instantly starts to heat up due to being flustered by Mc's statement. Belphie embarrassed and flustered grumbles in response, "I wasn't lying. I wasn't even going to fall asleep." Belphie was still lying, he didn't want to admit he was sleeping and be teased or flustered by Mc even more. Belphie changes his position instead of laying on Mc's lap he sits next to him and rests his head on their shoulder, but for the rest of the movie he is up and actually watching the movie. Belphie would never admit it to Mc but that was one of the first times something's ever woken him up that fast and made him feel that energetic, he was able to stay up for awhile afterwards in all honesty. So even though Belphie won't tell Mc he likes hearing them call him handsome, Mc should definitely do it again.

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[minnaci]

fushiguro toji x gn!reader · nsfw · wc: 2.3k

the flowers of the morning glory unfurl when first rays of sunlight peak over the horizon. so does your pleasure. so, too, does toji's hole— though you're sure toji would have words to protest his hole being likened to a flower, even if both the flower and his hole are among the most beautiful sights you've ever seen.

contents: soft!toji, morning sex, penetrative anal sex w/a strap-on (giving), praise (receiving), light/affectionate degradation and objectification (receiving), rimming (giving), multiple orgasms, light dumbification, blink-and-you-miss it cum eating, toji calls himself daddy one (1) time, established safewords (stoplight system)

reader details: reader acts as a service submissive and top (penetrates their partner), but is implied to be vers. reader is on the whinier / needier side (lol). reader has a hole between their legs and feels pleasure when grinding against the base of a strap-on (the body part that is grinding is not specified). reader is referred to as "baby", "sweetheart", "honey", "thing", and "toy". reader is called "pretty". reader's strap is referred to as "your cock". no pronouns besides "you" are used to describe reader.

you wake up needy, face nuzzling into toji's chest, underwear already damp with the evidence of your desperation.

"morning, baby," toji chuckles, no doubt amused by the seemingly instinctive grind of your hips against his thigh. he sneaks an arm under you, cupping your ass and pulling you even closer.

he's so hot. the increased friction melts you brain a little, sending your whole world tilting on its axis.

"what's got you all worked up, hmm? did you dream of something nice?" his voice dips, all dark and smooth like melted chocolate, and it coats your whole body in warmth.

"may i please fuck you?" the words spill from you even as wetness surges in between your legs. "please, please, please?"

"so needy, and you're barely awake." a brief pause. the sheets rustle. "i'm still sore from last night. any chance you could give me a break?"

you whine, a loud, pitiful thing, and bury your face in his chest. he indulges your dramatics, as he always does, with a lazy grin and a few generous caresses over your back. with the way you're positioned, the pressure of his hardening bulge is unavoidable. that hypocrite wants it just as bad as you do.

"you're being mean," you level a little frown at him. toji has always told you that it's more endearing than intimidating, but either way, the end result is the same, so you can't complain.

"sorry, sweetheart," he says, sounding distinctly unapologetic. "here, i'll make it up to you. where's your cock? i'll help you put it on."

your reticence wars with desire, and as always, the throbbing heat between your legs wins out. you grab your strap and harness from where they were tossed aside. toji had been the one to tear it off in his frenzy to give as good as he'd gotten last night. you hand the whole apparatus to him and shuffle forward on your knees.

"thank you, sweet thing," he says, "always so perfect for me."

every bone in your body melts, reeling from the praise, as he drags gentle hands over your hips, your thighs, your ass. his palms are wide, littered with callouses that make your skin tingle and crave for more. he takes his time, adjusting the straps to make sure they won't chafe. a different kind of heat floods your heart— tenderness.

"my perfect toy," he says, admiring his work. your cock juts out from the intricate web of straps that fastens it to your hips. "a perfect toy with a perfect cock."

you shuffle back, kneeling primly between his thick thighs. he spreads his legs, and your mind goes blank. you'd never considered assholes as something that could be pretty before toji started letting you fuck him, but it's true— he's pretty. you reach out as if in a trance. his rim pouts you, still not quite recovered from its gape last night, and you press two fingers into him. as promised, he's still soft and pliant, and he pulses around you as the tips of your fingers find that rough patch of tissue that never fails to drive toji wild.

"i'm ready, sweet thing," he tries for that sultry, silky smooth voice that makes you putty in his hands, but you can hear the tremble of arousal that weakens him. "i'm all stretched out already— can't you feel it? i don't need your fingers. just give me your cock."

"lemme say hi, first." you can't tear your gaze away. before you can even think to control yourself, your lips press against his hole, and you lick at his puffy rim. his cock flops over your face, dribbling pre-cum over your cheek. you look up at him through your lashes as the taste of lube and something distinctly toji fills your senses.

"fuck, you're a dirty little thing," he groans. "okay, baby. give me a kiss hello."

well, you're determined to give him much more than just a little kiss. your eyes flutter closed as you lavish his hole with attention, dipping the tip of your tongue past his rim and relishing in every shudder and groan you pull from his heaving chest.

toji says something, but you miss it through the rush of blood in your ears. you whine high in the back of your throat, nuzzling your nose against his taint. nothing could be as important as the tender, swollen rim against your lips, the heady taste of sweat and musk on your tongue.

"enough." toji gently pulls your head up, away from his thoroughly ravished hole. you just blink at him, dazed.

his puffy rim catches your attention again. you could do better, you think— you could get him wetter, hotter, looser, fuck him open with your tongue and nothing else, and make him cum all over your face until he's empty and aching.

"i was about to cum," he says, interrupting your train of thought. you nod in agreement, prepared to dive right back in and finish the job. you want him to cum. you need him to cum. you— "you wanted to fuck me, didn't you?"

"mmmnngh," you whine, frustrated, feeling for all the world like starving pup brought to heel in the face of a slab of raw meat. heat pricks at the corners of your eyes. you've never felt quite so wretched as when toji tightens his leash around your throat, keeping you from giving him the endless pleasure he deserves. to your dismay, your tears well up and overflow— a shameful display of your desire.

"don't be like that, baby." toji all but coos at you, stifling in his overbearing condescension. his hands run over your cheeks, your shoulders, wiping your tears away with the precision of a butcher's knife. "you'll get what you want, you spoiled thing. haven't you learned that i always give you the best of me?"

you can't respond. embarrassment flushes your cheeks warm, and you can't quite hold back your little sniffles and sobs.

"oh, come here, sweetheart. don't cry," he's still using that horrible, patronizing tone, the one that always has you easing deeper into hazy submission. he reaches down and lines your cock up with his entrance. "see? look how easy i am for you."

the tip of your cock kisses his hole, and you press forward, entranced by the way he sucks you in. it's a slow, easy slide all the way to the base— he yields to you, welcomes you in. desire is written in every flutter of his rim, every throb of his cock. your gaze finds its way to his face, and your heart skips a beat.

toji wears pleasure with the divine grace of a god. his eyelids flutter under knit brows, long lashes revealing unfocused, slightly crossed eyes. his mouth hangs open, soft groans escaping the little 'o' of his pretty lips. his abs ripple, miles of smooth skin and ridged muscle dancing under your covetous gaze.

his expression shifts when he notices you staring, but his normal sly grin is still softened by pleasure. "you're so perfect, baby. come on. give me what i deserve."

your first thrusts are rabbit-quick— shallow, jerky little things— as you try desperately to regain control of yourself. they earn you a few punched-out gasps, but you know toji. he likes it deep.

you pull back, making sure he can feel every inch of your cock rubbing up against his sensitive walls, then thrust all the way back in, finishing off with a filthy grind of your hips. toji makes a choked noise. "fuck, baby. fuck. just like that, yeah, do that again, perfect thing—"

your brain shuts off, yielding to toji's desires, toji's whims, toji's pleasure. your hips move on their own, thrusting and grinding, thrusting and grinding. the straps around your hips shift ever so slightly. the base of your cock rubs against you, just the way you like it. you pause, eyes wild. you know that when you thrust back in, it'll feel good. too good. the delicious anticipation has your breath catching in your chest.

"what is it, baby?" toji's voice is strained, hoarse— he was about to cum, you think— but there's a clear thread of concern in the gentle brush of his palms over your skin. "color?"

"toji. toji." you're lost for words. how can you even begin to verbalize the overwhelming pleasure that awaits you? how do you tell him that you're scared of it— scared of how good he feels, scared of drowning in the warmth that floods through your nerves? how do you tell him you want it? in the end, there's only one response. "green."

"then what—" toji's grin slices across his face, sharp as a knife. he's put the pieces together. "oh, i understand now. feels too good, doesn't it, honey?"

your jaw hangs slack. your chest heaves. it's all you can do to nod.

"poor baby," he croons. "all that pleasure, and nowhere to hide. are you scared?"

you nod again. your hips tremble, twitching minutely. every movement sends a shock up your spine, frying your brain a little more.

"i— i feel good." your hole clenches around nothing. "toji, toji, i—"

toji's thighs wrap around your hips in one fluid motion and pull, forcing you back inside.

it shatters you.

the friction is even better than you could've imagined, sending you spiralling into a hazy place where toji reigns over your endless ecstasy. your arms go weak, and you collapse against toji's chest. there's no reprieve— not when the shift in position only intensifies the pressure. your hips move instinctively, chasing that pleasure, and your pathetic little whines fall in hot puffs of breath against the shell of toji's ear.

"there you are," toji says, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. you latch on gratefully, suckling at the thick column of his throat. "my pretty, mindless baby— better than a fucking machine, yeah, yeah, just like that— fucking me so good, getting me all hot, so fucking hot—"

wet heat bursts between you, but you barely notice, too focused on the delicious, grinding pressure.

"baby—" toji's voice filters into your ears as if from a great distance. "baby, fuck, i can't think, you're fucking me stupid— ooh—"

another burst of heat, more tantalizing wetness. you whimper, burying your face in his neck and grinding harder. you're so close— so close— you can practically taste it.

"fuck!" if you were any more lucid, you'd describe toji's outburst as a sob. "'s sensitive, baby, hitting my prostate just right, god— god, so good, so good, my perfect baby—"

he's feeling good, you realize, the observation creeping up on you slowly through the fog in your brain. satisfaction curls in your stomach. your tongue feels thick in your mouth. "i— i'm good?"

"yeah, yeah—" the desperation in his voice is devastating. "just a little more, a little more, fuck me—"

you fuck back in, intent on making him cum, intent on hearing more of that thick, cloying desperation, but— but—

the base of your cock rubs against you just right, sparking a familiar, overwhelming storm of sensation. "no. no. not yet, please, not yet—"

"it's okay, baby. go ahead. cum for me."

it's useless to resist. your hips rut mindlessly, chasing your orgasm. you fall over the edge, sobbing, vision going white, as toji shakes and moans against you.

ecstasy runs rampant in your veins, sending you sky high. every nerve is a livewire, every muscle a bowstring drawn taut. you could stay here forever, frozen in bliss— throbbing, trembling, feeling so, so good with toji— for toji.

lucidity comes back to you in warm, grounding strokes. wide palms sweep over your back, gentle, gentle.

"welcome back." toji's voice, too, is warm, gentle. you soak it up, a happy plant in sunlight. "that was a good one, wasn't it?"

"so good," you sigh, nuzzling against his chest. "what about...?"

your heart drops in your chest as more memories come trickling in. he'd been just about to cum, too, and— and you had just gone off by yourself.

"what about what, honey?"

"you didn't cum?" you blink at him, a fresh wave of tears welling up in your lash line. "did i— did i cum without you?"

"huh?" he tilts his head— an unfairly endearing look for a man so big. a huff of laughter. "oh, you were out of it, huh? i came, sweetheart," he soothes. "a few times, actually. i think you just might not have noticed."

you blink at him again, perplexed. how could you not have noticed?

to your shock, white spatters across his tummy, smearing over your skin where you were pressed together. thick, creamy drops collect in his treasure trail. entranced, you drag a finger through the evidence of his pleasure and lift it to your mouth, letting out a happy little hum at the taste. your lips purse as you struggle to keep your thoughts from floating away into the haze that has re-settled around you. how could you convince him to let you suck his cock?

"nuh uh. i know that look." faster than you can blink, you're flipped over onto your back, strap undone and tossed to the side. your legs rest over his shoulders, leaving you spread open and exposed to his hot, intense gaze. "give me some time to recover. i'll play with you for a bit, then i can cum again when i'm inside of you. does that sound good?"

mind still floating in that soft, happy place, you find yourself nodding. there's a word you could say to end all of this—'yellow' would earn you his cock in your mouth one last time before a long night of clean-up and cuddling, but you'd rather die than end the night without his cum stuffed deep inside. "mhm. love you, toji."

he softens, almost imperceptibly.

"i love you, too. let me reward you, baby," he murmurs, turning his head to let his lips brush over your ankle. "i'll show you just how much daddy liked getting fucked."

tags: @enchantedforest-network @yutaleks @stellamancer @izvmimi @mydiluc @dearbraus

[physalian]

Fuck Grammarly

Okay I need to rant about Grammarly. A program I never used before and never will now. Doubly pissed because their ads keep interrupting my peaceful 4-hour Minecraft music session with their fake-ass influencers.

Guys. Gals. Nonbinary pals.

“As a corporate girlie—” learn how to write a proper concise email.

“I used to spend hours proofreading—” enjoy the process, and then the product.

If you hate proofreading, to the point where you’ll consult a robot to do it all for you, then you hate writing. If all you care about is the end product, sorry to say but ‘writing’ is like, 30% of writing. The other 70% is editing, by design. You’re supposed to like it.

Of course I’d love to have beautiful artwork of whatever’s in my head, but I’m going to love whatever I make a whole lot more than whatever I type into some garbage generator. Because I love the process of creation.

Do I think editing is tedious as hell? Absolutely, but it’s still a tedium that I enjoy. I like fixing my mistakes, I like improving my sentence flow. I like thinking about patterns and connections that I didn’t see before and revising and reworking until I’m satisfied.

For the humdrum day to day work emails that some of us have to write—if you’re sending out whole essays to your coworkers that you need a robot to write for you, you’re doing it wrong. Corporate emails are boring and trite, but I can type out a “hey please do this thing for me” faster than I can load up ChatGPT or Grammarly, type out my prompt, make sure the result is what I actually want to say, and then send it to my coworker. If you can’t, learn.

Apparently, Grammarly used to be a helpful way to check for spelling and grammar errors. I don’t have any issue with the AI that runs spellchecker whatsoever. I type so fast and miss typos constantly and when the spellchecker is absent, like on this website, it’s annoying af.

But that’s not what Grammarly is about anymore, and that’s not what the above ad was trying to sell you, either.

You won’t get better if you don’t practice. You won’t get better if you aren’t the one making, seeing, and fixing your mistakes. Especially if you write fiction where grammar rules are a suggestion at best. My published novel is littered with flagged words and sentence fragments that I know are technically improper English, but I sacrificed an MLA-proof paper for something fun and entertaining.

AI does not understand nuance and flavor text and aesthetic choices. It never will.

If you train yourself by using a crutch you don’t need, you will end up needing it because you’ll be too afraid to act without it.

Fuck up. Make a mess. Make mistakes. You won’t make them for long once you see them. You do not need a robot to do it for you. We’ve been writing books for hundreds of years and all the authors who came before did it just fine without a robot.

This isn’t even about writing novels, it’s about communicating in the written medium. Fucking. Learn. It’s not rocket science, it’s not coding in C++, it’s not brain surgery. It’s stringing words together in a comprehensible sentence.

And obligatory disclaimer: To anyone who has an impairment and needs these tools, this is not about you and you know it.

[fbfh]

tristan dugray with baby fever

STOOOOOOOP PLEASE PLEASE KEEP GOING

no bc we've already established a LOT about Tristin. he's dedicated. obsessivley so, even. once he HAS you he doesn't get jealous in a petty way as much as in a puffing out his chest birds acting eccentric to defend their turf way. when he gets jealous the pda goes in FULL SWING. he is so shameless and has just a little sprinkle winkle of bull energy. so you would think that his baby fever comes from this obsessive lovey dovey I want everyone to look at you and know you're mine place right???????? not quite. like it does but not till later. Tristin's baby fever is soul crushingly gut punchingly triggered by watching you interact with a little kid. Chilton is a k-12 school, so this probably started late in your senior year. there was some little kid who was new and got horribly lost and ended up in the high school building instead of the kindergarten building. you and Tristin saw her hiding behind a bench and you stopped to help her. Tristin stood nearby, watching the way you crouched down and introduced yourself in a gentle voice, the softness of your demenor to not scare her. you told her you get lost all the time, and it's normal for a new school to feel scary until you get used to it. you smooth her hair and tell her chilton is really fun and the other kids are nice. you tell her how great the cafeteria is and how cool the junglegym is at recess. you offer to help her find her kindergarten room, and Tristin watches with wide eyes and changing brain chemistry as you scoop up this adorable little kid wearing a backpack as big as she is and walk over to him.

"This is my friend Tristin. Tristin, this is Lilly. Do you wanna walk with us to the kindergarten building?"

Lilly tries to say hi but hides shyly as you chuckle. Tristin walks with you two all the way across campus as you two show Lilly all the cool statues and portraits, all the old trophys and class photos along the way. Tristin works his magic, charming giggles and smiles out of Lilly as you two turn a terrible first day into a pretty good one. You each hold one of her hands and swing her along as you finally reach the kindergarten building, smiling and giggling right along with her until she's safely dropped off at her kindergarten room. Mrs. Benning, the teacher, thanks both of you profusely. Before you part ways, you give Lilly a hug and high five for good luck. Mrs. Benning sends ahead a note so neither of you get in trouble for missing class, and I swear to god, Tristin does not stop thinking about it for weeks.

Flash forward a couple years, Tristin is almost out of college and ready to step into the marketing department of the family business, just like his parents and grandparents planned. One day he gets a call from his dad, telling him that his cousin Honor's baby shower is coming up soon, giving him the details of when to be there and what to bring, but he kind of stops listening after that. Honor's having a baby? like, his cousin Honor? the one that's not too much older than you and him? he stares at you sitting on the floor in front of a mirror, doing your makeup and wearing one of his shirts with the coffee he made you at your side, and suddenly he can't stop thinking about a little toddler that looks just like the both of you running over and sitting in your lap while you do your makeup. calling you mama, shaking a rattle or whatever toddlers play with, wearing those little pajamas with the feet on them... and now it's all he can think about. he knows his dad and grandpa have had his life planned out for him since before he was born, he always knew the timeline was graduate, marriage, kids, take over the family business and he really never had like... a resentful "I hate my destiny" phase with it. Up until high school he was very much in the "oh that's years away that doesn't have anything to do with me and my life yet" mindset. then he met you. and now, standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom in your shared apartment watching you get ready, Tristin is overcome with desire. he wants you. he wants a life with you, he wants to hear you say that he's the father of your child. he wants an unbreakable, irreversable bond of every possible kind with you. chemical, social, legal, eveything. he wants to cuff you, to lock you in. he wants to sleep at night knowing that your and his babies, toddlers, kids, are sleeping soundly in their cozy rooms right down the hall, that you get to sleep next to your husband Tristin, the father of your children Tristin. he wants to hear people call you Mrs. Dugray, wants to bump up his old man to a grandpa, prove to his dad how a dad should treat his children. he wants to break the godforsaken generation cycle that always seems to come with the generational wealth, and raise your kids to be loved and happy and secure. and in that moment, he speedran through all the stages of baby fever to stage 4 extreme terminal the baby fever is baby fevering kinda baby fever. god help you, the (surprisingly short) span of time between now and when you get pregnant???? he's going to be more insufferable than ever.

I will be writing more about how insufferable and nightmare and evil /pos tristin is with baby fever just not in this ask cause it's getting too long. send me more excuses to talk about this.

[tsumuus]

₊✩‧₊˚ 555 follower event ! ˚₊✩‧₊

i just wanna start off by saying tysmmm for even being able to reach this many followers😭!!!!!! i never would have thought my silly little stories would have even gotten as much engagement as they have been. truly so shocked. even tho ive started my senior year and my schedule is starting to fill up i really want to free up some time to do this event for you guys. ive received nothing but support and encouragement from you all and its more then i could have ever asked for! <3

as for the actual event itself, i really don't have a theme, i just want to give you guys a chance to request anything that you'd like (just don't be weird and keep it pg, im 16😓).

this event will last from 9.2.24-9.23.24! feel free to start sending in requests beforehand so i can plan accordingly!

i typically write for mha and hq, but i am willing to write for other fandoms. just ask in your request the character, and if i write it, just depends on whether ive seen that show or not lol!

(follow my first tag to stay updated with this event !)

reblogs are always appreciated <3 !

prompts and event masterlist under the cut !

₊✩‧₊˚ prompts ! ˚₊✩‧₊

prompt #1: love languages

in your request, send the character of your choice, your top love language, + any other specific details you'd like me to incorporate

here are some fics i've alr written that follow this prompt: physical touch w bakugou; words of affirmation w kirishima

prompt #2: dialogue/quotes

in your request, send the character of your choice, and any sort of dialogue or quote or something of the sort

examples:

"im not in love with you anymore" "i didnt know you ever were"

"you were everything" "you were a wonderful experience"

"i would've been there for you, through everything" "i thought you knew"

(yes i know these are all tiktok sounds idc its all i could think of)

prompt #3: song lyrics

very similar to prompt #2. in your request, send the character of your choice and any song lyric or song in general you'd want me to incorporate

ive written a good amount of these before but i never really liked how most of them turned out, yet here are a few of my favorites: falling behind, bakugou; pleaser, kaminari; reflections, atsumu

prompt #4: character matchup!

this is something new that i havent tried doing before. in your request, answer the following questions, and add any details you think i should know to help me figure out your perfect match! if you request this prompt i'd prefer you don't do it annomous but it’s up to you!!

questions:

what fandom/anime(like mha or hq) do you want the character i match you up with to be from? would you prefer a character whos male, female, or do you have no preference?

romantic or platanoic matchup?

describe your personality.

your top love languages.

your hobbies/pastimes.

and anything else about you i need to know!!

please be kind and patient with me as i try to figure out and plan everything accordingly thatll also not interfere too much with my schedule! any hate or negativity will result in you getting blocked! that being said, i also dont want to have to deny or delete any requests but my creativity does run out and i do get hit with writers block sometimes so if your request for prompts #1-3 happen to not be working w my brain capacity(???) im sorryyyyy!!

₊✩‧₊˚ event masterlist ! ˚₊✩‧₊

prompt #1: love languages

₊✩‧₊˚ akinori konoha + acts of service ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ tenya iida + quality time ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ hitoshi shinsou + physical touch ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ keiji akaashi + words of affirmation ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ katsuki bakugou + acts of service ! ˚₊✩‧₊

prompt #2: dialogue/quotes

₊✩‧₊˚ toru oikawa + “you don’t hate me” “i could never hate you” ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ neito monoma + "im not in love with you anymore" "i never knew you were" ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ katsuki bakugou + “i wanted her to look at me, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair’ ˚₊✩‧₊

prompt #3: song lyrics

₊✩‧₊˚ izuku midoriya + sailor song ! ˚₊✩‧₊

prompt #4: character matchup!

₊✩‧₊˚ matchup #1 ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ matchup #2 ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ matchup #3 ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ matchup #4 ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ matchup #5 ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ matchup #6 ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ matchup #7 ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ matchup #8 ! ˚₊✩‧₊

[purplebehittindifferent]

FAQ!!!!

before asking, check this out!

How many comic series do you have?

TLDR: As of currently I have 3!

Reconnecting: my deltarune fan comic. It is completed and the masterpost can be found on my pinned.

SpiderVerse: this is completed… for now. I had more plans but they fell through as the friends I had planned to do them with, left. Link on pinned.

IEYTD: this is just little comics scattered about, masterpost in on my pinned :)

RULE5: coming soon!

(if you would like more masterposts send an ask <3)

Is there going to be more reconnecting??!

TLDR: kind of? vvv

There will be no more COMIC/DRAWN content related to reconnecting (at least no more than the occasional doodle.) but I do plan to keep writing fanfiction on Ao3 to continue the story as long as it will go.

Can I send prompts for fics or art?:

Of course! Just know I might not be able to do them all!

Vivi “enjoyers” can be a bit much… are you comfortable with the way they (we) act?

I’ve decided long ago that Vivi is welcome to any sort of reaction. You are welcome to draw her however you’d like etc etc. as long as you don’t force others to look at it if they would not like, I do not mind what you do for your own enjoyment. Enjoy!

Your art is online and your AO3 is open! aren't you scared AI is going to steal it!?:

TLDR: my ao3 will remain open, my art will always be here vvv

I hate AI stealing creators' content as much as everyone else does. However, more so, I want anyone to be able to access real art. I have selected all of the available options to keep my works from being taken, and am very aware that the only way to keep my work safe on AO3 is to close it to guests. 

It took me, an avid fanfic reader, 4 years to get an Ao3 account. I care more about you guys being able to read what makes you happy and feeds your brain worms, than I care about my writing being stolen for this AI boom we are living in. It would tear me apart if you wanted to access my writing but had to wait so long for an account. 

I do not support AI in any form that replaces human beings, and though I know eventually I may never be able to have my work safe from AI on any platform, I will keep sharing it, and downright refuse to take it down. 

Taking all of my art down in fear of AI will be something I never do. In that way AI will kill me just as much as if it started stealing my work. Art is meant to be seen and shared. They will not take that from us.

I believe there is a group of people who like real artwork and writing made by real people. And I keep my trust in those people to see the value in non AI generated content. 

We will persevere.

Is fanart allowed?

TLDR: YES

SO MUCH YES. I BEG PLEASE PLEASE if you create fan content of my content or content inspired by my content, that is absolutely as long as I am either credited or @ on the post so I can see!!!

Where can I read RULE5?

TLDR: Rule5 isn't released yet!

Rule 5 is my original comic in progress, I have posted teaser art and some concept stuff. The hope is that it will start releasing weekly in early 2025. I am completing all the art first, so that it can have a consistent upload schedule and I can relax for a while. Trust me when I say- I will not shut up once it is available.

I want to make a comic but don't know where to start…

TLDR: DM me!!

My DMs are always open to genuine questions! I've actually spoken with many people who wanted to start their own series and have been told it's been helpful!

Though my biggest advice is GO FOR IT!!!!! The first couple updates might not gain a ton of traction right away, but persevere, keep going, and @ me so I can reblog it to help support you!!!

Are you LGBTQ+?

TLDR: nope :) cishet.

Many people have asked me this lol

Where can I find the masterposts and links to your other socials?

They are all on my pinned!!!

You have mental disorders + illnesses… What are they?

Respectfully it is none of your business. I try to spread awareness because I believe that is very important, but I also try to keep my personal things personal. If i'm ever outright about something, feel free to ask questions, and if i'm uncomfortable I will just say I do not wish to answer <3

How do I commission you?

There is a link on my Ko-Fi that goes to my comms!

 If you have any questions before ordering you can DM me anytime. Click the option you want, order it, and it will give you instructions from there. I check my orders once a day. If you set your order and I have not gotten back to you, please DM me it's possible I missed it.

Do you/will you draw NSFW and post it?

Not here.

Are you really in my walls?

Yep. I'm not kidding. That skittering you hear? It's me. Go hydrate yourself or I'll steal all your left shoes.

I found your work reposted without credit, should I tell you?

Yes please tell me!! I have not found any of my stuff randomly reposted without credit but I'm sure it will happen someday.

What art program do you use?

I use procreate! I highly recommend, as far as the brushes go, I use all of the base ones that come with the app itself. Nothing fancy.

Will you draw my OC?

If you commission me! sure!

if theres any more questions you think should be added here LMK

[aquaticwolfkuri]

You HATE Me, But I Hate YOU More: ch.4

Today at Skool, Zim was acting weirder than usual. He seemed to desperately be avoiding Dib, as if he was a giant water balloon or something, waiting to splash him.

Normally they antagonize each other and end up fighting, but Dib couldn't even get a chance to try, especially anytime Plotty was around. 

Unfortunately, however, Zim and Dib would conveniently be assigned together for their chemistry class.

Zim would keep a close eye on Dib, watching his every move, making sure he would be ready if he tried anything. But try what??? In Dib's opinion, he hadn't done anything to Zim as far as he was aware, so the green boy was just being jumpy and paranoid for no reason.

“G-Get away from Zim, you FILTHY Urth-monkey!” And unfortunately, Zim’s new odd behavior was making it more difficult than usual to work with him in Skool.

“Zim, just give me the beaker!” Dib says, reaching a hand out.

“Stay away from me, Dib-beast!!” Zim backs away, his back hitting the wall.

“Zim, just!- “Dib reaches for the glass beaker one more time, leaning into Zim far too close for the green boy’s comfort, causing Zim to panic. Dib manages to get the beaker, but Zim pushes him, shoving him so hard he falls to the floor, shattering the glass beaker, and cutting Dib’s hand in the process.

“Ugh! Just what is your problem today!? you weird ass Alien!” With his other hand, Dib reaches for Zim’s ankle and pulls him to the ground, punching him straight in the face. But before things can escalate further, the teacher steps in and breaks up the fight, sending them both to the nurse's office.

“You two need to stop this behavior before you two get expelled.” The nurse says, patching up Dib’s hand.

“I'm TRYING! But Zim is making everything difficult like he always does!” He exclaims.

“Zim has done nothing wrong! You and your big head are the problem!! Zim says, holding the ice pack to his black eye.

“Now Plotty is going to think I'm weird or something!” Dib says, and this seems to particularly annoy Zim.

“That PLOTTY-human, is just manipulating you with her weird stupid amplifier waves.” Zim says, but this not only confuses Dib but it also seems to frustrate him.

“Zim, she's just a girl! A very cute, and nice girl! Ugh, whatever… you wouldn't get it.” Dib says, losing the will to argue with the alien.

How can he ever expect Zim to understand what it's like to have a crush? Zim's probably not even capable of falling in love.

Zim narrows his eyes, watching Dib for a moment before looking away. It was possible that Zim didn't really understand human affection, but he could never admit to being wrong in front of Dib.

The nurse eventually lets them return to Skool, but they're both uncharacteristically quiet on their way out. Gaz wants to ask if Dib is alright, but Plotty seems to get to him first.

”Oh my gosh Dib, is your hand okay??” She says, careful when she examines the bandaged hand. Dib blushes; Zim and Gaz both retching at the sight of it.

“I-I'm alright Plotty, the wound isn't very deep” Dib says, and the girl seems somewhat relieved.

The two talk for a while, and Gaz can't help but notice Zim observing them, looking none too pleased with the ginger hair girl.

“What's your problem?” Gaz asks, lifting her gaze from her game console to the green boy beside her.

“ That PLOTTY-Human keeps making the Dib-monkey act all…all stupid! Even more stupid than usual, and then he ignores me! ME! The great Zim! He should be BEGGING me to tell him my evil plan, but instead, he just makes stupid faces with that female!”

Zim says and Gaz just vaguely hums, not even responding, as Zim continues to rant.

“I don't even think she's human! She must be another Irken invader looking to steal my mission! And she's been using her hypnotic like smell and those two jiggly things in the front to control the other humans and their pathetic brains, especially the males; and Dib!” 

Gaz raises a brow at this. Was Zim getting jealous? She did see him blushing after Dib fell on him… but weren't they used to fighting? Shouldn't something like that be normal? Then again, it has been a few years and Dib is older now, so it is possible that even though Zim doesn't realize he sees Dib differently, his heart and body do.

Before Gaz could try to answer Zim, Dib, and Plotty interrupt them. Dib glares at Zim, hoping he wasn't trying to do anything weird to his sister. Zim glares back but nearly gags when he smells the ginger haired girl, making a retreat.

“Hey Gaz, Plotty wants us to walk her home again,” Dib says, smiling gleefully. So I guess Plotty didn’t end up thinking badly about him after his fight with Zim after all.

“Whatever.” Gaz responds, but she takes notice of the fact that Zim didn't seem to run very far, as he was watching them from just around the corner. She thought about telling Dib about Zim… but ultimately, it was his choice to make… even if she might disagree.

[marielschism]

Please do talk about the Marquis, all plot bunnies, how an eventual relationship with him would turn out. Any thoughts are most anticipated! 👀

FR?????????????? okay!

so i'm currently working on patron of the arts, a marquis de gramont x artist!reader fic where he is an art patron/cultural sugar daddy who is horrendously down bad for you, an artist in their flop era. i'm making an hc post for it over at my writing sideblog [@marielserif] so if anyone's interested 👀 i'll post it some time next week!

pairing: marquis de gramont x reader note: i think i made him unbearably ooc. whatever warnings: some mature themes/content; unedited; not an entirely healthy relationship (vincent has issues!!!!!!)

general relationship hcs

side note: these hcs operate under the assumption that the reader is unaware of his work.

i am deeply fascinated by yandere stuff, so every time i think of marquis de gramont, i can't help but sprinkle a bit of obsessive yearning on his part (because i honestly think he's the type to do so! he chased john wick all over the world! that should be me!). he is ruthless, ambitious, and determined, and i think this, too, translates into how he deals with his relationships.

i think that he's the type to fall hard for someone, but is also the type to deny the feeling initially, trying to stamp it out of his brain as hard as he can, constantly pretending that he is unaffected by you. he does not need you. he wants you. he has lived through most of his life without your presence, surely he can live through more.

his dedication to denying his feelings leads him into a great number of sticky situations: perhaps he dismisses you a bit too much, and it puts a significant strain on your relationship. he might even end up with you hating him.

he is used to being feared. he is used to being hunted. but he will never get used to the feeling of your hatred, so that could easily force him to act on his feelings before he makes things worse. it is a wake up call for him: he does not want to lose you because of his own pride.

good for you!

when the marquis is in it, good god, he is in it.

i think that marquis de gramont is an incredibly selfish man. if he loves you, you become an extension of himself — and in turn, he will ensure your safety and your joy. you deserve it. you're his.

he's a patron of the arts — he'll get along with you better if you have some appreciation for art and culture. your conversations with him will be longer, too, and sometimes more heated. vincent is very opinionated, and he'll defend his opinions to the death. he'll take you to museums, renting out entire scenic cultural hotspots just for you (and him) to enjoy at your own pace. he is prone to over-explaining when he is excited, so expect that you'll be doing a lot of listening.

if he senses that you're actually listening to him and he's feeling particularly generous, he'll reward you. you know what that entails.

there are times where you're feeling tired, and you're just not in the mood to listen to him ramble about his least favorite painting in the musee d'orsay. he does not fault you for it, but you feel the mild disappointment radiating off him in waves. you'll have to...make it up to him somehow.

he'll appreciate it very much.

anyway, vincent will take you to the ballet, dress you in the finest of things, and take you to the swankiest of establishments. you deserve nothing but the best.

if you inform him that you are uncomfortable with being spoiled like this, he will try to tone it down a little. the code word here is try. he will go back to sending you swarovski-embellished fountain pens in two weeks.

despite this, he's not above accompanying you to places like gas stations or grocery stores. sure, he'll take at least three bodyguards with him to ensure your safety, but he'll be there for you. he's capable of being normal!

(forgot to mention that vincent de gramont is territorial and overprotective at times. what's the use of all of his power if he can't use it protect the one he loves?)

(his brand of protection can feel almost like a prison at times. you'll have to clearly communicate with him about what you want, and you have to be very firm with him if you don't want to feel like you're a bird in a gilded cage. you have to make sure that he knows you won't just take it.)

(you need a backbone to love him. that's the truth of it all.)

vincent is also touch-starved, though he denies this constantly.

he can be an incredibly greedy kisser. he kisses you like he's starving, and he'll hold you like you'll turn into dust if he lets go.

he can be gentle, too — easy does it, and he takes it as slow as you want. languid, lazy, like you have all of the time in the world.

he's also a horrific tease. he's a smug bastard. he'll do everything except kiss you — he'll bite your earlobe, let his lips travel to your pulse, and kiss the corners of your lips. when you whine, he'll pull away with that smirk of his, and leave you to your racing heart. you're flustered as hell, and he looks unaffected by it.

(it's a lot harder for him to keep his composure if you're the one teasing him.)

he reaches out for you in his sleep, even if he is alone. a tired vincent will always reach out for you, no matter what stage of sleep he's in. in his sleep, he'll end up wrapping himself around your entire body like a boa constrictor no matter your size. one time, he fell asleep on top of you, and you had to elbow him awake because he was suffocating you.

(he owns a weighted blanket for when you're not around.)

if you play with vincent's hair, he will complain about you messing up the handiwork of his treasured coiffeur, but he won't say a word. when you pull your hands off his hair, he'll actually whine, and place your hands back. you have to clear your schedule if you want to play with his hair; he will not let you out of his presence until he's dead asleep.

if you really want to see a very stressed vincent, you can deny him your touch for weeks on end. but why would you do that? 😊

he's prone to taking drastic actions to get what he wants. a desperate vincent de gramont is someone you do not want to meet; a desperate vincent de gramont gets results.

so god help those who will try to take you from him.

plot bunnies

i really need to finish this because i have a 7-page paper due in 42 hours

i desperately wanted to write a ballet dancer!reader x patron!marquis de gramont instead of an artist!reader but im going to be completely honest with you i have zero knowledge of the world of ballet and i would NOT be able to do the idea justice.

(your rival dancer goes missing because of your patron. you investigate. things do not go well.)

also another plot bunny: leverage!reader

the marquis keeps an eye on you as leverage over your father, who is under his employ. think caine and his daughter.

he threatens your safety to keep your father in line constantly — but he's grown fond of you, strangely. you have a harmless hobby. it is soothing to watch you work. he is not going to hurt you.

(vincent even has his men protect you from harm. their presence in the area deter would-be muggers. you do not know this.)

at one point, your father grows stubborn, and vincent has to take a very drastic measure to ensure his cooperation.

he kidnaps you. of course he does.

strange things happen.

assistant!reader! you are his faithful assistant, and you get hurt in the line of duty. oh noooo. what happens next??? :OOO

[the12thnightproject]

Chapter 23 - The Stand: Mitsunari’s small force continues to delay Iekane’s troops - but can they also manage to rescue Mitsuhide without giving away their position?

Mitsunari x OC; Nobunaga x Mai

Previous Chapter

Logline - In order to protect a political alliance, Katusko and Mitsunari must pretend an engagement. But this “all business” arrangement is threatened by a coup against Nobunaga… and by feelings.

CW: "Onscreen" death of unnamed ronin

From the Military Notes of Ishida Mitsunari…

A good General is often faced with difficult choices…

Why do none of these books tell you how it feels when you make them?

Every time I send Okatsu into battle, I send part of me with her.

Mitsuhide? To be killed?

Mai’s announcement caused a moment of stunned silence. Surely, she had to be exaggerating. Mitsuhide was the sort of person who could escape any situation that he wanted to, and I believed the only reason he was still a captive of Iekane’s men was because it suited his purposes to be there. But maybe that was wishful thinking on my part (Mitsuhide drove me crazy, but I wouldn’t wish for anything horrible to happen to him. Itchy socks. I wished for him to have to deal with itchy socks. Not torture or death).

“Please, Lady Mai, show me what you saw.” Mitsunari eyed the binoculars speculatively, as we all hurried to the top level of the tower. “Does this device work like a telescope?”

“Enough alike, yes.” Sasuke took the glasses from Mai and demonstrated for Mitsunari how to use them.

“I don’t see anything.” Mitsunari turned, with the binoculars still in front of his eyes, and nearly brained Sasuke in the process.

“Over there!” Mai pointed toward the west.

Without asking permission, Aki took the binoculars and peered through them, scanning the horizon in the direction Mai indicated. Apparently, he easily found what Mai had spotted. “They’re not making much effort to stay hidden.” He handed the glasses to Mitsunari and helped him focus them.

“Well. It’s not like they would be expecting to have to avoid binoculars. It’s not like they would be expecting this kind of… technology.” Although apparently there were far more time travelers in this era, and specifically on top of this tower, than anyone would be expecting.

“This is correct.” Mitsunari stared through the binoculars for a long moment. “However, there remains the possibility that he is being used to bait us into an attack.”

He turned the binoculars over to me, and it took me only a few seconds to locate where Iekane’s men had Mitsuhide securely tied to a tree. Even from this distance it was easy to tell that he’d been severely beaten: both his eyes were black, his lip was split and bloodied…  and he didn’t appear to be conscious. If that had been part of his plan, then he was a masochist. “No. If they wanted him dead, he would be dead by now.”

“How can you be so… calm about this?” Since I was still looking through the binoculars, I didn’t know who Mai was addressing, but I suspected she meant me. I also suspected that she meant ‘callous.’ Or maybe ‘unfeminine.’

“Not being calm wouldn’t help.” I passed the binoculars over to Sasuke, who had yet check out the situation.

“Perhaps the intention is to ransom him, although that would suggest they have someone to ransom him too.” Mitsunari tapped his hands on the railing. “Most likely though, they want us to try to rescue him, and they are purposefully making it appear to be easy.” He was going into that zen strategy mode again. “Perhaps we should give them what they want… but not what they expect.”

The moon rose in the sky as our teams prepared to act. Once again, Mitsunari had divided us into groups. The majority of our forces, led by Sasuke, dispersed into the night, prepared to hassle Iekane's men with booby traps, small fires, and even a fake haunting by a zombie (Sasuke's idea), all intended to scatter Iekane’s forces and at least draw out some of the mercenaries guarding Mitsuhide.

Meanwhile, Aki led a four-person extraction team that approached the area from the opposite direction. After the expected protest from Toshiie and a less expected one from Mitsunari, I had won the argument to be included on this team. The plan was one that Aki and I had used before, and therefore I could execute it smoothly. Though I was still furious about the 'Professor Yamaoka deception,' I could put that aside for the sake of this mission. Mitsunari wanted to come along too, but even he admitted that stealth was not his forte. Instead, he assigned two of Susumu's men – Endo and Daisuke- as extra muscle to protect us if necessary.

“Please, do not make it necessary,” Mitsunari had said to Aki.

Soon after the first group left, Aki’s team set out. I paused and glanced up at the tower, where I knew Mitsunari was watching through the binoculars. I gave him a very brief wave… the sort of wave a little girl ballerina might give to her parents in the audience of a school play.

“Katsu.” Aki sounded impatient. I hurried to catch up with him.

Mitsuhide was being held about five kilometers away, which would take us at least an hour to walk since we were taking care not to be seen or make too much noise. Mindful of that, and the listening presence of Susumu's men, I knew it would be a bad idea to discuss the whole Professor Yamaoka thing with him at any length.

And yet I was too curious not to ask. "Why didn't you tell me? You had to have known from my clothes, where I had come from."

"I thought you would adjust faster and easier if you believed there was no way to return," He then put his fingers to his lips. We weren’t close enough to where Mitsuhide was being held to be heard, so clearly he simply wanted to avoid talking about it. But. Details.

Once we got closer, he held his hand up for us to stop so he could prepare the rest of his disguise. He pulled a bottle of sake out of his pack. This was a gig, we'd done often when we were tracking bandits. Had we? Sometimes it felt like parts of my life with Aki were a dream. But no, not a dream. We’d played out this scenario often.

Aki poured the sake all over himself, while Endo let out a squawk of dismay. Guess he thought we were going to get to drink that. Quietly, Aki went over our orders one final time. "Endo, stay here and keep the escape route clear. While I distract them, Daisuke will rush in and cut Mitsuhide free, and as quietly as possible get him out – carry him if you have to. Katsu, from above, set off the diversion. Stay in the trees unless I tell you otherwise. Got it?"

Yes. of course. Why wouldn't I get it? But I simply nodded. The same order from someone like Mitsuhide might have had me bristling with indignation, but Aki didn’t mean to sound patronizing.

I scampered up into the closest tree (I had spent so much time in trees these past two days that I should consider building a nest in one) and made my way to a tree overlooking a cleared area where Iekane had left Mitsuhide tied up, and under guard of at least a dozen men.

Most of the guards seemed to be playing some kind of dicing game, and not paying much attention to Mitsuhide. Then again, it wasn’t like Mitsuhide was trying to get their attention anyway. It looked like he was still unconscious. Daisuke would indeed have to carry him out of here.

Then the air was filled with the mellifluous tones of off-key singing as Aki came blundering into view. "Good evening gentlemen. Might a poor beggar trouble you for your dinner?"

All the mercenaries leaped to their feet and reached for their weapons. Ok, this group was armed with swords, not guns, which would make my job a little less dangerous. "Get out, vagrant," the leader said, punctuating the statement with a stream of spit aimed at Aki's feet.

Aki scratched his balls and swayed back and forth. “Here now. No cause for that. I can sing for my supper. Or... would you want to see a magic trick?"

That statement was met with hoots of disbelief, but rather than chasing him off, the mercenaries took bets on how quickly they could figure out how the tricks were being done.

Once the leader gave his go-ahead, Aki made a show of eyeing their stewpot, and rubbing his stomach.

“After you perform, if we liked your show, we might throw some fish for you to catch in your mouth.” The leader plopped down on the ground, his back to Mitsuhide.

As soon as all the attention was on Aki, Daisuke crept over, cut Mitsuhide free, and slung him over his shoulder. Before Aki had even finished his first trick, Daisuke already disappeared into the forest.

Aki continued to perform a series of amateurish sleight of hand tricks to buy Daisuke time to get away. The soldiers were more entertained by pointing out his mistakes than the tricks, but eventually one of them turned his head and noticed the actual disappearing act.  "What the hell? This prisoner!"

As soon as they all rushed to examine the cut rope, Aki melted into the forest.

Part two of the plan.

I had already prepped an arrow, and let it fly in the direction away from the others, intentionally sending it crackling through the underbrush, making it sound like someone was fleeing. I sent another one at a further distance.

They took the bait. As soon as the men abandoned the camp, I made my way back through the trees, leaving no evidence of my passage.

The plan had been to return individually as soon as each task had been completed. Thus, I was surprised when I climbed down from a tree several hundred meters away from where the mercenaries had been camped, to see Endo waiting for me. "You didn’t need to wait."

Endo smiled ruefully. "Lord Ishida made it clear that I was to return with you, or not at all."

That did not sound like something Mitsunari was likely to have said. "He did?"

"He was very polite about it. He said please. ‘Please make sure Lady Okatsu returns safely.’ It was the way he said it." Endo gave me a respectful bow, then gestured for me to follow him.

No time to argue or even to decide how I felt about that. We crept silently through the forest, doing our best not to disturb the brush around us, stopping only when we heard the telltale sound of a sword fight: clanking metal, men grunting with effort, the whistle of swords slicing through air.

Knowing that the sounds of battle would mask our approach, Endo and I crept closer, in case it was one of our own who needed help. Maybe Iekane’s men had caught Daisuke and Mitsuhide?

We broke through the trees to catch the tail end of a swordfight, in time to witness Aki slice through the chest of one of Iekane's men.

Death was instantaneous.

I swallowed quickly, doing my best to stay impassive. I had never seen Aki kill before. We had always taken prisoners and left them with a local Daimyo. I pushed back my nausea and shock. This situation was different. Our team didn’t have the means to take and keep prisoners. A quick death was the only solution.

Aki looked at me for a long time. There was something in his expression – regret. Then he simply wiped his sword and replaced it at his side. “There may be more of them. Go back to the tower.” Before either of us could respond, he melted off into the shadows.

When Endo and I returned to the tower, Mitsunari was bent over his notebook with that intense focus I recognized so well. He was one with his strategy and likely wouldn’t look up even if a bomb went off next to –

He jumped to his feet and hurried to us, and the next thing I knew, he had hugged me again.

A girl could get used to these hugs.

He looked down at me for a long moment, before stepping back, bowing briefly to Endo, and returning to his notebook.

It had all happened so quickly that I could almost pretend it hadn’t happened at all, because something about what that hug did to me… I felt off balance and nearly tripped over Hikosane, who was boiling what looked like medical instruments over the fire… oh, right. Mitsuhide.

In the ‘nursing area,’ the mood was solemn. Toshiie grimly tended to Mitsuhide, who, although conscious, looked to be in even worse shape up close.  Mai stood by, her kimono rumpled and shapeless, uselessly wringing her hands. “I’ve nursed on the battlefield before.” She blinked back tears. “But never someone I know as well as Mitsuhide.”

“Mouse, you are far too softhearted.” Mitsuhide bit off the rest of his comment with a groan. “Whereas you, boy-” he directed that comment at Toshiie, “are not softhearted enough.”

Toshiie ignored him and continued bathing his wounds in… “Is that iodine?” He had a whole bag full of anachronisms, didn’t he?

“If I’d known I was going to be in a war, I would have brought a gallon. Not to mention a needle and suture thread… are you aware that they don’t even stitch wounds here?” He patted a cloth across Mitsuhide’s face. “You’re lucky you didn’t lose an eye. Or your spl-”

Since Toshiie was apt to go on if I didn’t stop him, I had no shame about interrupting. “Lord Mitsuhide, were you able to take the message to Kyubei?”

“Formality, Brat? I must look worse than a feel. Stop that.” He shot a glare at Toshiie, who had been about to swoop in with more iodine. “Yes. He set off for Azuchi straight away.”

Well, that was, at least one piece of good news. Rescue would arrive, as long as we could hold out long enough to greet them.

Mai handed Toshiie a long piece of fabric – oh that had been torn from her obi. “I only wish I could do more to help you. Mitsuhide, you always take on too much.”

Mitsuhide gritted his teeth as Tosh wrapped the fabric around his ribs. “Hurry up with that. I imagine they’ll eventually follow me back here, unless I go distract them.”

“No.” I shook my head to emphasize the point. “Aki was in charge of this gig… mission.” As if summoned by his name, the man himself slipped into the tower. “He’s not some novice.”

After stopping to whisper something in Mitsunari’s ear, Aki joined our group in the ‘medical corner.’ He bowed to Mitsuhide. “You look marginally better, friend.”

“Have you lost your mind?" He yelled across the room at Mitsunari. "Didn’t you at least consider that they were using me as bait? Iekane has known someone was in the forest since you attacked their supply wagons.” He slapped Toshiie’s hands away from the bandage around his ribs. “Enough. Since your sister and her insane master went to the trouble of saving my life, I would prefer to continue breathing.”

“Yes, they knew we were out here somewhere.” Mitsunari brought Mitsuhide some tea. Mitsuhide viewed it with suspicion, then downed it. “They were getting closer to finding us. This way, they will follow a very specific trail. One that will not be as easy to travel as they expect, and we will be waiting for them.”

Since Sasuke was looking particularly triumphant, I asked, “Ground spikes?”

Sasuke tapped his nose. “Indeed. As well as a few other surprises.”

With another groan, Mitsuhide got to his feet. “So be it. Let me hear this plan of yours.” Hm. That sounded like Mitsuhide was planning to take over. While I supposed that he did outrank Mitsunari considerably, it seemed unfair. Mitsunari had been working tirelessly over the past few days, putting together this team, allocating skills, devising tactics. I was annoyed on his behalf that Mitsuhide seemed poised to assume command.

He caught my look and correctly interpreted it. “I’m not planning to place myself in charge. I’m simply looking for opportunities to add my own twist to things.” He inclined his head to Mitsunari respectfully enough, especially given the state of his injuries. “Mitsunari is a brilliant strategist, but he’s rather apt to play by the rules. We’re unfortunately, to the point where the opinion of someone more familiar with dirty tactics is necessary.”

“I am happy to discuss anything you wish.” Mitsunari, at least was unbothered.

“Discuss things sitting down.” Toshiie patted the ground. “You need to rest and-”

Mitsuhide just flapped his hand impatiently at him. “Aside from your sister, do you happen to have any relatives in Azuchi? Because you sound far too much like Hideyoshi for my comfort.”

Huh. He did at that.

But intense planning would have to wait, as there was a shout from Lady Hana, who was our current lookout. “Signal fire from the other tower. They’re coming!”

“Some of them will be delayed by the trenches we dug, but the fastest should be here soon.” Mitsunari handed me my bow and arrows. “Okatsu, prepare the archers and wait for the signal.”

I nodded. Shohime shed her ‘dainty Princess’ disguise and jumped to obey. Mai hesitated, looking at the arrows with distaste. “I can’t kill anyone. I can’t.”

If she didn’t stop freaking out, she was going to be the one killed – possibly by my hand.

But… my job was to rally my troops. Mai was an archer, and therefore my troops. “I know you never expected or wanted to take arms. And if you really can’t bring yourself to do this, you can keep cadence.”

That was something I could easily have done on my own, but at least then she’d have something to do to keep her mind off panicking. And perhaps once she realized how drastically we needed her, she would change her mind. “Besides… Nobunaga … will probably think that Warrior Mai is really freakin’ sexy.”

“This isn’t a game, Katsuko!” She wrung her hands together.

“It’s never been one.” Could I slap her? I really wanted to slap her. Even Shohime was wiggling her fingers as if she was trying to prevent an action she would regret later. “Mai. It’s your decision, but if you aren’t going to help us, then stay out of the way.”

All around us, people were preparing for battle. Even Toshiie seemed to have gotten it together, and had a thick branch at his side, ready to defend the injured if the tower was overrun.

Mai looked around, then took a deep breath. And another. “Right. You didn’t come out and say it, but Nobunaga needs me. Although I don’t know how good I’ll be.”

I nudged her toward the ladder. “It doesn’t matter. The enemy is going to see a sky full of arrows.” (Slight exaggeration). “They’ll have to take cover either way.”

We hurried into place, lining up in a formation along the south end of the tower, and I prepared them to release the arrows on Mai’s staggered count, so that the stream of arrows would not be predictable. A steady rainfall of arrows would have been preferable, but we didn’t have enough arr-

A movement at my side caught my attention.

“Hiko! What are you doing up here?” Shohime scolded her brother before I could.

He pulled up the binoculars. “I want to know what is happening!”

It wasn’t any more dangerous up here than it was on the lower level. And if arrows or bullets started coming at us, I would throw myself on top of him if necessary. There wasn’t time to ban him anyway, as there was a bright flash, then a loud bang. A cloud of smoke rose above the trees. “Another munitions explosion?” There hadn’t been the same kind of shock wave as the other ones.

Mai turned toward in the direction of the smoke. “Smoke bomb, more likely. Sasuke makes them.”

Ah. Handy that. I might have to ask him how to make those when this was all over. Presuming we were all still alive.

In any case, if the smoke was where they were, then that is where we should aim. “Ok, Mai, count us down.

Mai used her best ‘outside voice,’ to call cadence. “Who runs the world? Girls!”

Queen Bey would be proud of us.

We sent a line of arrows out in the direction of the smoke. Mai continued to ‘rap’ out her cadences at random intervals. We were doing great… arrows zipping straight and true into the sky, with barely a few misfires littering the ground…. but how long could we keep this up before we ran out of ammunition?

Though Susumu and the other vassals were well armed, and we’d captured a decent store of Iekane’s weapons, I knew we would likely run out of arrows before Iekane ran out of men.

Hikosane kept up a running commentary of what he could see through the binoculars. “Sasuke has set off more smoke and I believe about half a dozen men are now trapped in a ditch.”

Well. That’s something, I thought as I grimly shot off another arrow in the direction of the smoke. At this point, I had no idea if I was hitting anything or not.

As the night went on, we managed to hold back Iekane’s troops, thanks to a combination of the terrain, Sasuke’s booby traps, and the skills of Susumu’s trained vassals who were delaying the invaders at the first tower. And my lovely grrrl-power archers.

But we were almost out of arrows. I had asked Mai to slow down our cadence, but that resulted in allowing a couple of soldiers to slip through - where they had fallen victim to Aki and Mitsuhide (our final line of defense). I wondered if it would be worth trying to quickly run out and retrieve as many that I could find, or… “Hikosane?” The boy was still awake, likely running on adrenaline at this point. “Can you see if any of their supply wagons are close by?”

We needed to hold out the rest of the night. Tomorrow… well, actually this morning, might be the absolute earliest reinforcements would come, but they would all head to Genba to rescue Nobunaga first.

But they would come.

They had to.

“Yes, Okatsu. There is one close by.” Hikosane did not sound as excited by that as he should have been.

“What’s the problem?” Nothing was ever simple here.

“It is with their cannon. And the cannon is being guarded by a giant!” Hikosane raised his arm over his head.

A real giant? Like Hagrid or Hodor sized? Or someone who simply looked like a giant to Hikosane. I took the binoculars to see for myself.

Oh.

Maybe that wasn’t a giant – but – that was a really big dude.

“That was my last arrow.” Shohime looked at me for advice. I glanced at the rest of the women, all who seemed to think I would have the answers.

@bestbryn @lorei-writes @katriniac @lyds323 @briars7

[danganronpadedication]

DAY 1 & DAY 2: DANGANTOBER

Day 1: Favorite Protagonist Is it really a surprise on this one? Hajime Hinata is my favorite protagonist, by far. Don't get me wrong, I love the other protags as well, but Hajime will always have my heart. He is my husband, he is my girlfriend, and he is me. If I were a combo of two Danganronpa characters, I'm Tsumugi and Hajime.

During my first playthrough of SDR2, I didn't expect to really like him all that much. Makoto had been such a great and impactful protagonist, and I didn't think Hajime would be able to top that. How wrong I was. I could write essays about this man if I had the time and the patience. There's just so much rattling in my brain about him. He's so baby girl.

First of all, he reacts just like I would in that kind of situation. Because, let's be real, if I thought I was about to start a semester at my dream school, only to somehow be teleported to a remote, tropical island with a robotic rabbit magical girl for a teacher, I'd have to take a moment to crouch down in the sand and have a bit of a breakdown too. He's so real for that. There would be moments in game, where something would happen, I'd make a joke, and then Hajime would say the exact same thing, almost verbatim.

He is my favorite character to project onto. He's a burnt out gifted kid, that's why he wants to be special so bad. He wants to feel like he still had potential and value. He just like me frfr. He's got that dog in him, but depending on the day, that dog is a loyal German Shepherd, or a sopping wet chihuahua. He's such a sweetie, but also so sarcastic. He's the kind of person that I actually want to be friends with or date in real life.

I really like his dynamics with everyone in-game too, and that includes the dude who shares this post with him. He was a bit more assertive that Makoto, but honestly, Makoto's more assertive and Hajime's less confrontational than people remember. But Hajime's always talking mad smack in his mind when anyone does anything, and in all fairness, he's the least freaky on an island full of freaks.

His relationship with Chiaki, whether you think it's romantic or not, is also really heartwarming, and heart breaking at the same time. Tears were shed when she died (both times), and when she shows up for some life advice from beyond the grave (both times). Their friendship in both the game and anime is just so real, and wholesome, and I really wish we could've seen more of it.

Towards the end of the game, he's especially engaging, because that's when the glory that is Johnny Yong Bosch's voice acting is on full display. By the time he's being confronted by AI Junko and the Future Foundation members, he's lost two bad bitches he had chemistry with, found out he's been inside a simulation this whole time, learned that he went through a procedure that fundamentally transformed his identity, and that he's associated with the group that was a big part in the end of the world, all within twenty-four hours. The way it's acted is with such genuine turmoil and anguish, it's so amazing. Once again, if that were me, I'd be tweaking just as much. In fact, he's not tweaking ENOUGH.

Finally, the Izuru plotline. Once again, this was something I didn't think I'd like. ''Oh really? So the dude we were playing as this whole time is the mastermind and he didn't even know it? What a cop out." But actually, it's very engaging. I have fixated on it, send help, I've spent too long analyzing every moment of this L'Oreal model known as Izuru Kamukura. Izuru could honestly be a whole post on his own, so I won't harp on him for too long. All I'm saying is that the fic "Made Perfect" by Lexichae on Ao3 is on my to-read list, and I don't usually read fanfiction.

Hajime deserves all the hugs and kisses and cuddles in the world, and I am happy to deliver unto him. <3 PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

Day 2: Favorite Antagonist These two go hand in hand (hehe), so it works out that I forgot to do yesterday's Dangantober prompt and had to make up for it today. Out of the three main antagonist characters of the series, Nagito is definitely my favorite. I want to be able to hang out with him, I feel like it'd either be the calmest, or wildest hangout ever. Something will go wrong, but the caliber of tragedy is what will shake things up. I want to hold his frail hands and give him a self-care night, and I also know that after he's all cleaned up and relaxed, he's going to probably blow something up.

I love how, in the beginning of the game, Nagito's just the most chill guy ever towards Hajime. He's kind of a weird ally to start with. He walks around with Hajime, introduces him to everyone else, and gives him a guided tour of the available areas. He dogs on him too, but let's be honest, Hajime's the kind of guy who would be really fun to annoy. Nagito's also really silly in his own manga, such as the scene where he wakes up Hajime by pulling on his ahoge. But his chill demeanor doesn't last too long, because by the end of the chapter 1, there's already such a change to his personality that makes him so engaging.

He plans a crazy and well-thought out murder plot, which shows just how calculated and manipulative he can be. The part where he starts genuinely tweaking in trial 1 is hilarious too, and Bryce Papenbrook's acting there is so iconic. They paid that man the big bucks. He is so smart and conniving in chapter 5, anticipating factors for his little plot that'll happen after he's dead, and that showcases just how intelligent he is.

But beyond that chapter, he manages to be a big help in the trials, while still being a little scamp and a freak. No matter how condescending he is, let's be real, their chances of surviving trial 4 would've been much lower if he wasn't there. On the topic of chapter 4, I also really love how his entire mindset shifts upon the discovery of everyone being the Remnants of Despair, it really helps explore the psychology of Nagito Komaeda, which is a probably an enigma to even himself.

His backstory is so tragic, that it's almost comedic, I want to give him the biggest hug that would probably crush his frail bones into dust. The best part is that he's still chill. even after he's shown to be batshit insane. For example, in the chapter 5, when the group basically jumps him and tries to subdue him again.

"There's no use struggling!" "...But I'm not struggling." It's not his first rodeo, we all know that he got knocked unconscious by Kazuichi and Nekomaru in chapter 2, but he just rants and rolls with it. I'd listen to him rant, as we work on drinking the MOUNTAIN of Mr. Hopper he got in the anime. As a Dr.Pepper fan, he's so real for that. Speaking of the anime, he's a sweetheart and his voice is so comforting. He knows how to be a character that goes from 0 to 500, and look good doing it.

I know he's supposed to be a big, bad, scary Remnant in UDG, but they made Servant a little cutie pie. I may be biased because I just love the Remnants of Despair, but he's just a sweetie who was unjustly used as a punching bag the whole game. He didn't really even do anything in-game that was threatening. He was more of a threat in SDR2. The others were off committing war crimes, and he became a single father of five. Though, the lines he says in that game are extremely sus, I can't tell if Bryce Papenbrook was paid too much, or not enough to say those things. They held my guy at gunpoint in that recording booth.

The hand thing is freaky, I'll give him that, but it's very good insight into the psychology of the Remnants versus the psychology of Nagito as a Remnant, since he's vastly different. His love for hope and hatred for Junko and despair remaining core personality traits, even while in despair, is so interesting. SPEAKING OF LOVE FOR HOPE, THAT MAN IS GA-

Was it casual when you said "From the bottom of my heart, I am truly in love with the hope that sleeps inside you."

He's quotable too, many of his lines are things that go through my head on a daily basis.

I want Nagito, I wanna give him hugs and kisses and self-care nights, and maybe commit a crime or two together <3

PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

Me to Hajime and Nagito frfr.

Wish I could draw for dangantober, but alas, I am not confident enough in my art yet to do so. Maybe next year. I have no mouth and I must type rants.

-Mod Tsumugi

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @rosieathena - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

part one can be found here

Gone - Part Two

Spencer blinked rapidly, his brain feeling life kicked back into it for the first time in two years as he storms into Hotch’s office, barging in without knocking on the door and slamming the piece of paper on his desk. Aaron’s eyes widen as he reads it.

“Where did you-“

Spencer cuts him off. “It was on my desk this morning. You know what day it is, this isnt a coincidence.”

He nods. “We can open the case back up, I’ll inform the team.” Aaron stands to his feet, but Spencer shakes his head.

“No, we cant. Last time we got involved, the unsub went dormant and has only come back 2 years on, when he knows we arent working on the case, when he thinks I’ve given up. He’s taunting me.”

Aaron‘s eyebrows furrow with concern. “What are you suggesting we do?”

Spencer begins to explain. “We have to act like nothing has happened. Im going to keep this note in an evidence bag inside my jacket, but when I walk out of this room we are going to act like we are talking about something completely different. We dont know how much this guy can see, we dont know how he operates, but by sending this letter he’s revealed one thing about himself.”

“And what is that?” Hotch questions.

“He wants to torture me. The first letter was sent to (Y/N)-“ His throat dries up just saying your name, he clears his throat with a cough and continues. “-because he knew that would get my attention, the rest of the letters were then sent to me because he knew I was gripping onto his every word. He wants me to be the only one thinking about this case, he wants to torment me while thinking Im getting no help from any of you. Our best shot at getting more information is to continue to act like nothing has changed, then he might send further clues.” Spencer explains.

Hotch nods. “I understand. This case is completely under your control, I’ll leave it up to you whether you decide to tell the rest of the team about this.”

“Thank you, I’ll tell them as discretely as I can.” Spencer turns to leave, but Aaron has more to say.

“As much as this unsub wants you to feel like this is hopeless, it isnt, Reid. This is a really good sign.”

And for the first time in two years, Spencer cracks a smile. “I know.”

Over the course of the next week, Spencer found ways to inform the team of what was going on. He managed to bring you up in conversation in a way that only one person would recognise. Spencer visited Penelope and he called her adorable, a word that (Y/N) used to describe her every time she saw her. Tears entered Garcia’s eyes and Spencer nodded at her, so she nodded back.

“Adorable, but quiet.” He clarified, and he could see the momentary confusion in her eyes before she made the connection.

“Only quiet when I have to be!” She chirped back, and Spencer knew she’d understood. Something new had happened with you, but she had to keep quiet about it.

“Does the rest of the team know how adorable you are?” He asked, already knowing the answer to his coded question.

“No..?” She said, unsure.

He nodded and smiled. “You should tell them.”

There was no way of telling what the unsub was capable of, whether he was listening or watching, but everyone had to be cautious of what they said. He could tell when the team began finding out through Garcia, because they all gave him knowing, excited smiles.

Sure enough, Spencer’s theory was correct. When he returned from the next case a week later, another note from the unsub was waiting for him on his desk.

“I’ll make sure Juliet knows you’ve given up. She’ll be with me forever.”

That told him you were still alive, he couldnt believe the unsub had willingly given such information out of sheer desperation for Spencer to pay attention to him and give him a reaction. He wanted Spencer to react so that he could go dormant again and torture him further, so Spencer had to act like he wasnt at all excited. He went to Hotch’s office again and showed him the note.

“She’s alive!”

Aaron hugged him and the two man laughed together. The situation was funny in the sense that they were successfully tricking the unsub into giving them more information, but the laugh wasnt one of humour, it was one of relief. Obviously, everyone had hoped that you were alive, but knowing for certain that you were was the best news Spencer could have possibly gotten.

He went to visit Garcia in her office again straight after.

“Guess what else you are Penelope.” Spencer said, accidentally startling her.

“What?” She asked eagerly, knowing he was going to give her another coded message that gave an update on you.

“Adorable...and alive.”

Penelope gasped, standing from her seat and running over to Spencer, who hugged her and hid his beaming smile in her shoulder.

“Thank you.” She replied, acting as though him calling her alive was a compliment, in case anyone was listening.

“I’ll make sure everyone knows.” She whispered to him, too quiet for anything else to pick up what she’d said.

When Spencer came out of the bathroom that day, Derek approached him and pulled him into a headlock that anyone else would have viewed as him messing around with him, but there was so much more meaning behind it. It made Spencer laugh, much like the interaction would have done 2 years ago. It was this hidden sense of things starting to go back to normal, hope restored.

The unsub makes a truly fatal mistake in his next delivery. This time it isnt a letter, but a gift, a small box. Spencer opens it and finds a tape inside. A tape gives a clue to the unsub’s age. Penelope manages to find a tape player for him and he takes it into one of the interrogation rooms. There is no image, it‘s only audio.

“Juuuuuliet, tell him what you want him to know.” The unsub was so desperate for attention that he made no attempt to mask his voice at all.

“You’ve given up.” Spencer chokes upon hearing your voice for the first time in two years. “Im staying here forever. I cant believe you would leave me here.” Your voice was hoarse and you were sniffling, he knows you had been crying.

That was all that was on the tape, so, where is this fatal mistake, I hear you ask? Well, Doctor Spencer Reid is very smart, but the thing is, so are you. At a few intervals in that message, you coughed, and when you did, you whispered things that would be unintelligible to anyone who didnt remember absolutely everything about your voice. And the only person in your life with the memory capacity to recall every single minute detail about your voice, happened to be the one the tape was delivered to.

Notes. That was the first thing you whispered, he knew you were referring to the post-it notes, telling him the man you’d written about seeing was the one who had taken you.

‘15m’ was the next thing you whispered. You likely wouldnt have been able to tell how many miles or metres you had travelled, and the only other value for ‘M’ that was useful in this scenario was minutes. 15 minutes away from your home, you’d counted the minutes it took for you to get to where you are now, and for two years you have held onto that.

Wear, that was the last thing you whispered in a cough, and that was the most difficult one for Spencer to figure out. It took a whole 7 seconds. Were you wearing something in particular? It cant be that. Could you have meant where? But that gives no clue. Ware! As in warehouse! That has to be it!

With no time and nothing to lose, Spencer bolts back to Hotch to fill him in on everything he’s figured out. The team meets at the round table to officially re-open the case, and Penelope starts searching for warehouses in a 15 minute distance from your home. Spencer is beyond frustrated at how quickly Penelope finds where you are, he cant believe that all this time you were held captive by someone foolish enough to only keep you 15 minutes away. But maybe that makes the unsub the opposite of a fool, because even a detail as small as the actual distance between you and Spencer is meant to torture him, knowing that you were so close by all this time is another wound to him. The team pile into separate vehicles, all heading to the same warehouse, and on the way there Spencer begins to overthink. What if you really do think he’s given up? What if you’ve given up on him? What if you dont love him anymo-

Derek nudges Spencer. “Hey, kid, I can see you doubting yourself in your own head just by the look on your face, stop it. She’s gonna have missed you just as much as you’ve missed her.”

The suddenly insecure Spencer looks to his friend for answers. “You really think so?”

Derek smiles. “I know so, she’s always been crazy about you, man.”

This reassures him, and he settles back into his seat with a deep breath, watching the streets blur by as he makes his way to you.

Thanks to the speed they were allowed to drive, the team makes it to the warehouse in under 15 minutes, and they position themselves at different entrances to the building. Derek kicks down the main door and Spencer runs in, gun aimed and ready to fire, but he falters. Because directly in front of him, little more than a few steps away, tied to a chair, is you. Spencer stumbles over to you and collapses to his knees in front of you, pulling you into his arms as you both sob into each other.

“Spencer, Spencer oh my god you’re here, I’ve missed you so much!” You cry, and he’s quick to untie you so that he can hold you again.

“I never stopped looking (Y/N), not even for a second!” Spencer tells you, pulling away enough for you to see his face so that you know he isnt lying, but you can tell he’s not.

“I know, I know! I never stopped believing you’d come and get me.” You reassure him, smiling for the first time in two years, and despite being muddy, bloody, bruised and beaten, Spencer is absolutely certain that you have never looked more beautiful.

An ambulance is called to the scene and you’re assisted onto a stretcher, while Rossi and Derek bring a handcuffed man out of the warehouse. Spencer sees red as he strides over to the middle aged, seedy, stubbly man that held you captive.

“Ah, Spencer Reid, I was wondering when we’d finally meet. How’s my Juliet?”

Spencer is not going to let that smug tone continue to live.

“She is not yours. I’d rather you called her Juliet than her real name, because if you breathed so much as half a syllable of that I would tear you limb from limb.” Spencer seethes.

The monster leans closer. “I ruined her.”

Spencer laughs darkly. “Do you really think that the woman Im in love with would let herself be ruined by some middle-aged, poor-excuse-for-both-a-Romeo-impersonator-and-a-killer, pervert? You underestimated her, and you underestimated me. We won.”

The kidnapper rolls his eyes, but Spencer can tell he’s taken aback. “I wont get much time for this, and once Im out, you’ll rue the day you insulted me!”

“Tell that to the pictures of little girls and boys we found under your bed upstairs! Along with letters about tax evasion, fraud accusations, the list goes on.” JJ calls as she makes her way out of the warehouse with a stack of papers in her hands.

Spencer takes a step closer to the man, towering over him and speaking in a low voice with wrath unmatched. “I dont know what your name is, and frankly, I dont care. You are going to prison for a long time, I will make sure of that. And once you’re in prison, I will find out which one, and I will personally deliver the message to every single one of your inmates that you are a pathetic pedophile low life who thought he could challenge me.”

Spencer turns away from him and starts walking towards the ambulance, but the idiot speaks up again and stops him dead in his tracks.

“She’ll be mine again, Agent Reid, and that’s a promise!”

Spencer is back in front of him in an instant. “I’ll also make sure to inform your inmates that Im the one who broke your nose.”

The scum frowns in confusion. “What?”

And just like that, Spencer’s swift right hook pummels the man’s nose.

“It’s Doctor Reid.” He tells him, voice low.

“For the record, we’ll say that happened when we arrested him.” Rossi says, and Derek nods.

Finally, Spencer runs back to you, sitting at your side in the ambulance as you lie on the stretcher. You smile at the sight of him.

“Hey love.” You greet him

“Hi sweetheart, sorry Im late, I had to break someone’s nose.” Spencer replies, his voice far softer than it had been a few seconds ago.

You chuckle and take ahold of his hand. “Of course you did.”

Spencer’s hands wrap around yours and bring it to his lips so that he can kiss each of your knuckles, so softly you barely feel it, but you do. Placing your hand against his clothed chest, you raise an eyebrow.

“Did you start wearing necklaces while I’ve been gone?”

Spencer’s eyes widen as he realises what you’re referring to. “N-No!”

Your curious expression intensifies as you reach around his neck to tug the chain out from under his shirt. “Then what’s-oh my goodness, Spencer...what’s this?”

In your hand is the engagement ring that Spencer planned to give you, and has been wearing every single day since you were taken.

“I-I was planning to ask before, but then everything got in the way and I was going to ask once I came back from that case, and then you were gone so I kept it because I didnt know what else to do with it and it felt like part of you was with me even though you’d never even seen it let alone worn it but I dont think this is the right moment to ask so maybe if we just-“

“Yes.” You cut him off.

Spencer feels all words escape him, and all he can manage in response is a stuttered, “Wh-Wha?”

You giggle. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Spence.”

Attempting to lean up on your arms to reach him, you hiss and fall back down in pain, but Spencer catches you before you hit the stretcher and lowers himself to capture your lips with his.

You passed out from exhaustion a few moments later, and Spencer sat beside you holding your hand as you slept. She wants to marry me, the words repeat themselves in his head like a mantra, and he finds himself utterly dumbfounded. How he managed to woo a heart as beautiful as yours, he doesnt know. He beamed all the way to the hospital but naturally, the moment you woke up, Spencer was sure he’d misheard you.

“Are you positive you said you would marry me?”

“Yes, Spence.”

“Do you actually want to marry me?”

“Yes, Spence.”

“Are you completely and utterly 100% sure about that?”

“Spence.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

[merakiui]

Hi Mera! May I feed you some potential HSR Sampo thoughts? 👀

I was reading some of your omegaverse posts earlier (admittedly idk much about the verse but!) and a thought popped into my brain: Alpha Sampo and Omega Darling

Darling who, by adverse circumstances, goes to Sampo for a deal. But he's already had his eye on sweet little darling for a while (and definitely didn't have anything to do with her situation-), so he's delighted that she's chosen to come to him for assistance. He'd be happy to help a dear friend! Surely you'd be willing to help him in kind for his generosity? He pays your bills and persuades those bad people to leave you alone, and all he asks is that you accompany him through his rut >:3 (and after but you don't need to know that yet)

(In retrospect Sampo would prob be the omega lol But he does know how to manipulate ppl and keep control of situations to his benefit too so I think it's fair to put Alpha as an option :3 And he's a big boi-)

Ooo omega Sampo thoughts-

But anyway, sorry if this was a bit long/awkward or if I made a social faux pas. First time sending an idea ask to someone ^-^; But I've always really loved your works and wanted to finally join the anons :33 You all look like you have so much fun sharing ideas :>

Could I be 🌙 anon? :3 (if it's available ofc ofc)

ALPHA SAMPO OMG……… he knows exactly what he’s doing when he pops in for a spontaneous visit to see his dear friend. You may attempt to give Sampo the cold shoulder, but he’s persistent, always trailing you, going on about how it stings to have you ignore him when he’s been nothing but sweet, helpful, and kind! Manipulative and annoying? A stalker? He’d never! Put those accusations away; he’s your friend! He’s here to help. After all, isn’t your heat approaching and aren’t you in dire need of suppressants for the next month? Well, good, generous Sampo can help you out; you just need to say those magic words that may or may not be “please help me, oh great and glorious Sampo Koski.” Perhaps not those exact words, but he’ll take it. <3 he’ll answer any call for help, especially yours, so long as there’s profit to be made on his end.

Sampo knows how to acquire all manner of suppressants. Whether he’s willing to get them for you is another story. He’s all about give and take. He’ll give you what you need if you let him take. :) and take he shall when you come to help him during his rut. You’re just the cutest thing when you’re struggling to take his knot, babbling about you don’t want it, can’t take it, don’t want to have his pups… Oh, you break his heart with your cruel jokes. Of course you want this! He just shuts his ears to all of your protests, only choosing to listen to your sweet gasps and moans.

And omega Sampo omg omg!!!! OTL he purposely looks pathetic and weak, so maybe you’ll take pity on him when he plays the puppy-kicked-to-the-curb act so you’ll agree to take him in and help him through his heat. But oh are you in for a surprise when he ends up being much stronger than you anticipated. And so needy during his heat! >_< he may have bitten your scent glands in the midst of everything, but in his defense his canines slipped, or so he’ll claim when you panic about being permanently marked and bonded.

(Please don’t apologize for a long ask! I enjoyed reading all of your thought!! It was so good. orz I’m happy you would like to join the anons!!! Welcome, welcome~~~ :D you can be 🌙 anon!!! I look forward to discussing more delicious ideas with you hehe!!)