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Mi vida | FC43 x Reader

pairing . . . franco colapinto x rbr!driver!reader

summary . . . What's better than one chaotic F1 driver? Two! And that's the story of how you got together with your boyfriend, Franco

request . . . no!!

word count . . . N/A

warnings . . . none! story set few days before monza! cringe-ish (??) dialogue at the end?

faceclaim . . . girls from pin!

alexavia yaps . . . woohoo!! finally wrote a smau again and its for my boy franco!!! kinda short but yeah i made franco and y/n gen z pr nightmares!! hope yall enjoy it <3

yourusername

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yourusername look at my driver dawg he's losing this race Tagged: francolapinto

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maxverstappen1 he's in a williams

yourusername and?

maxverstappen1 him losing shouldn't be a surprise

francolapinto 😔

yourusername MAX DONT BULLY HIM

maxverstappen1 ill make sure to tell him sorry when i lap him

francolapinto what did i ever do to you max

maxverstappen1 say lewis is your idol

username1 i live for the rbr teammates and franco fighting

username2 raw. next question

username3 girl went to f1 and became a whole new person (cough franco terroriser cough)

yourusername i need to put him in his place, I AM the one with the redbull seat not him

username3 Y/NRPLIED HOLY SHIT

username4 praying for their pr managers

username5 i just know they made max's life a living hell

username6 i'm shaking for the interviews because i know y/n and franco will be menaces

username7 franco's f2 interviews and y/n's interviews now scream 'i will destroy your life'

username8 woah

username9 y/n please post more y/n

francolapinto who's that handsome man

yourusername me

francolapinto you can't be this beautiful

yourusername wow okay tell that to your next girlfriend because WERE DONE

francolapinto dont break up with me before my first f1 race ill ram you into the wall

yourusername ill crash in fp1

francolapinto noo mi vida youre so sexy pls dont die haha

yourusername forgiven 😊

username10 are we just going to ignore them breaking up in a comment section

username11 that happens like thrice every day just ignore them

username12 man i love them

username13 goats of f1 frrr

username14 theyre so iconic being the first couple in f1

username15 meow

username16 real

username17 screaming crying throwing up

username18 manifesting franco ends up in the points

username19 what about y/n??

username18 queen always ends up in the points

username19 mb mb

username20 franco calling her 'mi vida' MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS SHIT

francolapinto

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francolapinto life is hard (p12 in my first race) but at least mi vida got p8! and we did the track walk together 😊🫶 Tagged: yourusername

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username21 i REFUSE to believe franco typed that caption

username22 FRRR like its too innocent and peaceful

username23 their pr managers took over

username24 HOW IS HE SO PRETTYYYY

username25 my kind of love frrr

username26 no.1 couple argument closed

username27 sigh i wish i was a wag

alex_albon photo credits?

yourusername up my ass

francolapinto no mi vida only i can see up your ass

yourusername what he said

alex_albon tmi....

username28 theyre back!!!!

username29 i live for their chaos

username30 got me on my KNEES

username31 what id pay to be her

bizarrap ayyy ¿cuándo vas a hacer que nos veamos? (ayyy when are you going to make us meet?)

francolapinto pronto pronto (soon soon)

bizarrap dame una fecha exacta hermano (give me an exact date bro)

francolapinto cuando vienes al gran premio (when you come to the grand prix)

bizarrap vale vale (okay okay)

username32 I SEE THE AESTHETIC VISION FRANCO

username33 shes so pretty omgggg

username34 idk if i want to be y/n or franco

username35 holy shit hes gorgeous

username36 came here for franco stayed for y/n

yourusername woah youre so hot

francolapinto youre hotter

yourusername nahhh youre way hotter

francolapinto kiss me if im wrong but im hotter

yourusername then i wont kiss you because youre hotter

francolapinto fuck i didnt think of that

yourusername ill still kiss you just come over to my driver room

francolapinto 🏃🏃

maxverstappen1 should i be worried or....?

yourusername mind your business max

maxverstappen1 i'm the one who's going to here those disgusting noises not you

yourusername too bad

alex_albon i feel like i should be grateful its not happening in williams

francolapinto im here mi vida where are you i cant see you

yourusername im right here in the room??

maxverstappen1 WHAT IS FRANCO DOING IN MY ROOM

francolapinto shit wrong room

yourusername hurry up franco

francolapinto On my way!

maxverstappen1 let me leave the garage first

username37 man i love them

username38 HELP FRANCO GOING TO MAX'S ROOM???

username39 did max just expose them or

username40 i feel like im intruding reading the comments between them

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yourusername haters wish they were on our level fr Tagged: francolapinto

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username41 if being in a parasocial relationship with them was a crime id be executed

username42 THE PICS??? EXCLUSIVE SUBSCRIPTION??? EXCUSE ME???

username43 how are they both so good looking

username44 the face card is INSANE

username45 I NEED THIS SO BADLY UGHHHHHHH

username46 STOP not the matching glasses

username47 need a boyfriend who will take me on bike rides while i wear my redbull helmet and he wears his williams helmet

francolapinto i dont want to see my beautiful face i want to see YOUR beautiful face

yourusername but youre so pretty how can i not put your face more than mine

francolapinto mi vida your face isnt even on there

yourusername yes it is

francolapinto its covered by that ugly helmet

redbullracing 🤨

francolapinto this one is ugly i like her own customised helmet

yourusername aww amor 🫶 i love your helmet and i love you

francolapinto i love you more

yourusername no i love you more

francolapinto no

alex_albon if you continue with this sappy stuff ill vomit

yourusername okay 'goodmorning baby'

alex_albon SHUT UP

yourusername oi francolapinto we found his weak spot

francolapinto lets get ready to terrorise him

yourusername bet

username48 if they need a third im always available

username49 i want to see mother and father but theyre more like mommy and daddy

username50 erm

username51 if my bf aint like this ion want him

alex_albon ill admit this is actually cute

yourusername thank you!!

francolapinto we're not cute we're hot

yourusername we're both tho

francolapinto true

alex_albon why'd you have to ruin such a beautiful and innocent moment

francolapinto life

yourusername WORDS 🗣️ 💯🙏❗

username52 legit can't decide who's better looking

username53 oh how i need this more than oxygen

maxverstappen1 franco doesn't how to play padel

yourusername he beat me

maxverstappen1 anyone can beat you

francolapinto don't bully her like that

maxverstappen1 or what

francolapinto brazil 2018 pt2

maxverstappen1 DONT YOU DARE

yourusername ok max thats it go stare lovingly at charles or idk

maxverstappen1 ???

francolapinto we all know max dont worry

maxverstappen1 ??????

username54 so um whens the wedding

username55 man i need me a francoyn relationship

username56 did they just confirm lestappen?!?!??!?!

username57 im sighing dreamily at these pictures

bizarrap ah so youre the girlfriend?

yourusername yes yes i am

bizarrap y'know i cheer for you and not franco because you get higher places

yourusername im flattered 😊

francolapinto this is a betrayal you should be cheering for ME only

username58 THE PICS.

username59 giggling blushing and kicking my feet

username60 when will y/n post more y/n sigh

francolapinto how are you so gorgeous

yourusername i should be asking YOU that

francolapinto mi vida you are the prettiest girl i have ever seen in my life and you call ME gorgeous?

yourusername fuck yes

francolapinto i love you

yourusername love you more

williamsracing

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williamsracing can you spot the odd one out? Tagged: francolapinto, yourusername

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username61 how to kms no borax no glue

username62 people DIED (i'm people)

username63 they haven't commented yet???

username64 ikk it's so weird

username65 they usually hop on after like 6 secs

username66 its not a want its a NEED

username67 MILF = man i love franco (and y/n)

username68 i just KNOW their kids will be BEAUTIFUL

username69 face card never declined

username70 and never will

redbullracing don't go stealing around our drivers

williamsracing im just the admin 😔

redbullracing me too 😔

username71 driverS????

redbullracing that was typo

username72 IS FRANCO GOING TO REDBULL??????

username73 redbull admin x williams admin

username74 the otp fr

username75 the lack of franco and y/n is concerning

username76 WHERE ARE THEYYYYYY

francolapinto add more photos of mi vida i want to see her beautiful face

yourusername i want to see YOUR beautiful race

francolapinto running

username77 there they are

maxverstappen1 admin why now i have to hear them make out for the next 3 hours

williamsracing sorry?

username78 3 HOURS???

username79 theyre more chaotic than we thought

username80 aww y/n looks so cute

yourusername shit where's franco i want to see his face

williamsracing we want to see YOUR face

yourusername oh...😊 admin you make me blush

francolapinto admin?

williamsracing im sorry pls dont kill me

francolapinto i wont just because you take photos of me for mi vida

williamsracing i love you y/n

yourusername love you too admin

yourusername and you too franco

francolapinto love you more mi vidaaa

francolapinto

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francolapinto to mi vida, the love of my life, happy anniversary to us and i love you forever Tagged: yourusername

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username81 deleting all my socials after this

username82 they are SOULMATES vro

username83 this screams 'forever and always'

username84 'mi vida' OKAY BRO BYE IM LEAVING THIS EARTH

username85 legit fairytale vibes

username86 imagine being this in love

bizarrap ¡enhorabuena a los dos! ¡que sean muchos más! (congratulations to you two! here's to many more!)

francolapinto gracias hermano, lo aprecio (thanks bro, i appreciate it)

yourusername gracias!! (thank you)

username87 the caption is from a song i refuse to belive franco wrote it

username88 i am JEALOUS, ENVIOUS, GREEN.

username89 poetry fr

username90 they ARE the main characters

username91 FRR like everyone else is just a side character

username92 alex play 'that should be me' by justin bieber

alex_albon congrats to you two! least favourite couple i know!

francolapinto thank you alex!

yourusername thank you!!!

alex_albon did you just ignore my statement

yourusername yes we chose to ignore it

username93 this is the kind of love ppl write books about

username94 STOP NOT THEM CONGRATULATING EACH OTHER ON THE RADIO IN THE LAST RACE

username95 if they break up then love isnt real

maxverstappen1 you two deserve it! take care of my little sister francito

yourusername MAX STOP

francolapinto will do

yourusername i love my life

francolapinto and i love you

username96 i just know they are each other's ride or dies

username97 where to buy a franco asking for a friend

username98 if i could id just take over one of their bodies to experience this love

username99 im waiting for the fics

username100 straight out of romeo and juliet

yourusername i love you so much, and ive did since forever. you are everything to me, i could never let you go. you deserve everything, mi amor

francolapinto youre my everything too, and im keeping you forever, no takebacks. if I deserve the everything, it’s only because you’re MY everything, mi vida. every star, every light, it all reminds me of you. te amo más de lo que las palabras pueden decir (I love you more than words can say)

yourusername STOP IM GOING TO CRY 🫶🥹 I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH

francolapinto I LOVE YOU MORE THAN EVERYTHING MI VIDA

fin.

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[melancholyhigh]

RECKLESS.

ft. rookie!leon x lieutenant!reader

synopsis. after leon was careless on a mission, you ask him to pay you a visit to your office.

content. 3.0k words. smut. age gap, power imbalance, delulu leon, subby leon, masturbation, praise kink, office sex, handjob, blowjob, edging, dacryphilia.

note. mb guys, i'll post dilf leon a little later. sub leon is my favourite leon.

masterlist. i love feedback! :3

Tough love. That’s what Leon liked to call it when you’re scolding him. He’s got sympathetic looks from his coworkers each time you drag him away to chastise him, but he doesn’t take it to heart — you want the best for him.

They always say how he ‘gets it worse,’ and they don’t understand how he takes it. But it’s different when you reprimand him in comparison to his colleagues. You pull him aside to lecture him, never in the presence of others. It’s so much more intimate. Unlike his fellow officers, where you nearly publicly humiliate them, he gets special treatment.

Leon likes to think he’s your favourite. He knows he’s your favourite.

When he was the newest recruit, he thought nothing of your ways. You probably did it to all the rookies, but after a few weeks in, he realised you only ever did it to him. 

At first, you thought Leon was just like the others. He was inexperienced and expected much more than this field could accomplish. 

You were strict, that was much. The older officers knew of your demeanour when they had first been there. You weren’t cruel to rookies. They’re new officers. It’s their first time at the department, and you’ve been here longer than you’d like to admit. You couldn’t be too harsh on them, but you weren’t the gentle parenting kind either.

Something about Leon ticked you off, though. You didn’t know what exactly did. When he messed up, you had to tell him off, and, at first, it was worse than what you’d usually say to the other recruits. You felt that he should’ve known better. You weren’t ever this particular with rookies, and you’re shocked that Leon hasn’t even transferred yet. You felt guilty to the point you apologised to him.

So when you pull him aside from the others, they expect you to be worse than you usually are, sparing Leon from the embarrassment, and to an extent, you are. In reality, you’re softer to him. Even if it’s not noticeable — you can tell. You do it so your reputation stays intact. You’re mortified by how gentle you are to him, contradicting your usual attitude towards the other older officers. It’s obvious enough that Chris notices. 

Even though you are rough to Leon, sometimes you’re not as intimidating. Other times when he’s been playing the ass, you’re worse than usual.

When he forgets his papers, you’re easy on him. He’s hard-working, people forget. A slap on the wrist. If anyone else forgets them? You’re on their ass immediately. It’s part of the job. How can one be so forgetful?

You try to reason with yourself that Leon’s more responsible than the others. And you’re not wrong. But you feel uneasy knowing there is an underlying reason why you treat him differently.

He acts thoughtless during patrols? You’re oddly silent, more silent than usual, and it scares the entire department. They usually chalk it up to a patrol gone seriously awry, and it’s not entirely wrong to assume that. But you’re less of a threat when shit blows up in your face to uncontrollable forces rather than when things do not go as smoothly because of an avoidable mishap.

You’re residing in your office right now. If you were to face Kennedy right now, you’d do something you’d regret. He almost botched the arrest. You and a few officers patrolled an area known for its high crime rate where a recent robbery occurred at a nearby convenience store, and you and your team were investigating the area. 

During a conversation with the store’s owners, your squad found the suspect armed with a handgun. As you’re about to take action, just your luck, when Leon S. Kennedy handled the situation. He disobeyed your orders, whether verbally or not, when he dealt with the thief. You were appalled because he knew better than that. Maybe it was adrenaline or stupidity, but the situation could’ve gone south.

Back at the department, you ventured to your office, ignoring Kennedy in the guise of paperwork. You tried to do paperwork, but the image of Leon with a bullet wound, unable to be the officer he used to be or even dead, continues to flash in your mind. 

Was it normal to have such a sense of despair at the thought of losing a coworker? Not to this extent. For Christ's sake, he had a bulletproof vest on. Why were you even thinking about that? You never thought about your other colleagues in such a manner. 

Did you find him attractive? Of course, you had eyes — he was as cute as a button. Not that you’d admit that. Did you like Kennedy more than you lead on? Well, shit. You’re starting to overthink everything. You knew how fond he was of you, like a puppy, following you and obeying your every command. You probably liked that too much.

Sighing, you lean back on the soft cushioning of your office chair, the leather squeaking under your weight. You had to do something about this revelation, don’t you?

–-

Leon has been anticipating visiting your office once again. He’s disappointed with the silent treatment he’s been receiving from you lately. You had brushed him off initially, giving him a stern, “Don’t pull that shit again, Kennedy,” before dismissing him entirely. 

He wasn’t reckless on purpose to hear you reprimanding him. Not that he likes it or anything, but he prefers you being angry to blatantly disregarding him. He wished you’d do something. Punish him for all he cares.

Leon furiously clicks his pen, unable to focus on his papers. He wishes you’d pay attention to him. He reminisces on the time you shared at the bar. It seems to be on his mind more often lately. 

After a tough case, some officers decided to head to a bar and invited him to tag along. He was relatively new, so he took the opportunity while he could. The others relentlessly begged for you to join them — to loosen up. You weren’t keen on the idea at first but you eventually gave in. You clearly adored your squad, and it wasn’t as subtle as you thought.

Leon tried not to get too drunk. He did not want to embarrass himself in front of others, limiting his alcohol intake. You seem not too fond of getting drunk, bourbon in your hand, watered down by the ice. 

You were sat next to him, making quips and chuckling at inside jokes that the older cops say. He felt excluded, quietly sipping on his drink as he listened quietly. After another round, they started to filter out, leaving essentially you and him alone. There were others, but they were too intoxicated, waiting for their spouse to pick them up.

The buzz picks up its pace the longer he’s in the bar. He’s minding his business, and you’re with him. He takes a peek at you. You’re sat there with a look of contemplation. After a few moments, your voice slices through the noise that fills the packed room.

“Hey, Leon,” you said, turning to him and resting a hand on his shoulder. It was the only time he heard you call him by his first name, granted he only saw you at the department. He had looked at you, brows furrowed in confusion. “I’m sorry for being too hard on you. I know it’s probably a lot, but I do it ‘cause I care, ya know? I’ll ease up on ya.”

His cold lieutenant, who he hadn’t heard speak an entire sentence since you joined them for drinks, was talking to him, not just that, apologising to him. Your palm on his shoulder feels warm, giving him a reassuring squeeze before you drop your hand.

“It’s fine. You’re just doin’ your job, Lt.” His face gets redder at the prospect of you caring about him. God, you were so close, a rare smile blooming on your pretty lips. He’s quivering like a leaf and hopes you think it’s the alcohol. 

“I’m gonna head home. Need a drive?” You had finished your drink, standing up and putting on your jacket.

He shook his head, “No, I’ll be okay.”

He regrets not accepting the offer. He ended up taking a cab home, wondering how it’d play out if he had agreed to let you carry him home instead.

The same night, at home, he remembers your hand on his shoulder and the words you had said to him. He felt fuzzy, and he was sure he was mostly sober. He needed a cold shower, leading him to think not-so-professional thoughts about you, arousal blocking his senses.

Up against the cool bathroom wall, he tugs on his aching dick, wishing it was your hand instead, teasing him. He thought about what you’d do to him, making him cry as you whispered how much of a good boy he was, just like you’d tell him he did a good job after a tough assignment.

He came, his fingers coated in his sticky seeds, grimacing at the sight. He had taken an extra cold shower, pondering if he regretted climaxing to the thought of his boss.

He didn’t.

–-

Leon groans in annoyance, scratching off another word he spelt wrong. He wonders if you still remember the night at the bar. It wasn’t anything remarkable, but it solidified the burning fact that you actively care for him.

Leaning back on his chair, he decides to take a quick break. However, it was cut short as you entered the room. Your eyes are on him, and he immediately begins to work on his papers. He didn’t need another reason for you to disregard him.

“Kennedy, meet me in my office. Now,” you say. Your voice is cold, and you’re glaring at him. The officers in the room are giving him a look filled with pity. He doesn’t care, preferring your attention over their sympathy. It’s the longest sentence you’ve said to him since you reached the department.

As you walk to your office, Leon follows like an obedient puppy. He hears the gossip of his coworkers behind him once they think he’s out of shot. He ignores their words and trails behind you, anticipation filling his system as well as another emotion that only you can make him feel.

Once in your office, Leon closes the door behind him with shaky hands. He’s trying his best not to smile, biting his lip. You didn’t forget about him.

“Lock the door,” you sighed. Your command confuses Leon, but he obliges, twisting the lock on the door. You’re leaning up against your wooden desk, arms crossed. You refused to look at him, but your acknowledgement of him was enough. He’ll take what he can get.

“Come closer,” you beckon, your voice low as you look at him. He nervously walks closer to you, almost tripping over his own feet. He prays you didn’t see that. Leon coughs awkwardly, a few inches away from you, leaving enough room for Jesus.

“You know why I brought you in here, officer?” You questioned, voice laced with authority. Leon is stunned at your response. Usually, you get it over within a few minutes, leaving him to finish his papers with a dazed smile, not entertaining pointless questions.

“U– uh, because I disobeyed your orders?” Staring at the floor, he doesn’t want to see your reaction. He really fucked up this time if you’re dragging it out like this.

A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips. Humming softly, you reply, “Yes. You’re a smart boy, Leon. Shouldn’t you know better?” 

“Yes. I’m sorry, lieutenant,” he answers quickly, straightening his posture. Fuck, you’re calling him by his first name all of a sudden.

“I should punish you,” You mention, catching him off guard. He stares at you with doe eyes, pink lips parted as if he didn’t hear you correctly. The sentence wasn’t inherently wrong, but the tone you said made his body heat up.

You grab his belt, softly tugging him closer to you. He stumbles, pressing himself against your warm body, lips brushing against yours. He’s stunned, unable to form a coherent thought, watching you grin at the sight of him.

“I think you’d like that too much,” you chuckle, admiring how wrecked Leon was. You didn’t even get to the fun part yet. You bump noses together as you get nearer to his face.

“Is this okay, darlin’?”

“God, yes, please.”

You capture his lips softly with your own, and he whimpers quietly. Your lips move in sync with his. It’s slow and soft, and you’re testing the waters with him. If he knew he’d be making out with you in your office, he’d buy some mints. His hands move to grip your waist, squeezing eagerly to get more of you.

You break away, heavily breathing as you try to catch your breath. Leon’s chest flushed to yours, and his lips slick with your combined spit. He subtly grinds his bulge against your thigh, eyes snapped shut. The kiss was so much better than he imagined. He still can’t fathom that this is real, that you’re real.

“Can I touch you, pretty boy?” you ask, fidgeting with his belt buckle. His head reels. You think he’s pretty? He’s heard others say it but thought nothing of it. It’s different when it comes to you. 

He nods mindlessly, “Yeah, t– touch me.”

Slowly, you unbuckle his pants, watching it fall to the ground. He’s in his boxers, precum darkening the light-coloured fabric. You run your fingers along his prominent erection through the cloth. A soft moan escapes Leon as you tease the tip.

He watches with hooded eyes as you trail your hand from his tummy to the waistline of his boxers, tugging them down. His cock is fully erect, flushed pink to the head and dribbling precum down his shaft. Wrapping your digits around his throbbing dick, you slowly stroke him, kissing his neck and nipping the sensitive flesh.

You use the excess precum dribbling down his cock as a lubricant, picking up your pace. Leon’s desperate moans fill the room, as well as the lewd noise of you jerking his aching cock. Your other hand wraps around his taut waist, bringing him closer to you. You whisper filthy words and praises into his ear, your pace on his member insistent. 

When he’s about to climax, you stop your movement, cruelly laughing as Leon whines at the loss of your touch. He desperately bucks his hips into your enclosed hands, but it’s not enough. He looks at you with glossy eyes and fluttering lashes. 

“This a punishment, darling. You’re not going t’cum that easily,” you tease, slowly stroking his shaft once more, thumbing the sensitive head of his cock. Leon furrows his brows, frustrated. Leon knew he could’ve avoided this if he was good for you, but then again, would have you been giving him a handjob if he wasn’t so bad.

You continue to bring him close to completion, only to take it away at the last second. He doesn’t know how many times you’ve ruined his chances of coming undone, but he knows you’re cruel. Tears streamed down his face, leaving a red, irritated trail behind on his skin.

“Oh, you look so pretty when you cry, darlin’.” you coo, his cock still in your fist as you continue to stroke him after ruining another orgasm. He throws his head back, and you’re nuzzling into the junction of his neck, leaving bite marks on the flushed skin.

“Please, please, let me cum. I– I'll be your good boy,” he hiccups, rutting his hips into your palm. 

“Mhm, okay, baby. I think you deserve it.”

You take your hand off his needy dick and give him a sloppy kiss on his lips. He observes you through watery eyes as you get on your knees in front of him, your hands gripping the back of his thighs. Fuck, he couldn’t believe it. His lieutenant was on their knees for him, about to make him cum with their mouth.

He whimpers when you drag your tongue along the shaft, tracing the veins that lead to the base. You moan softly at the taste, kissing the tip before taking him entirely into your mouth. He couldn't help but buck into your warm mouth. 

He wasn’t going to last long, he was already so sensitive from you jerking him off. His ruined orgasms only add to it. He props himself on your mahogany desk, the wood digging into his back. Eyes rolling to the back of his head when you hallow your cheeks and take more of him down your throat.

“Ugh, Fuck,” he cries when you moan around his dick, his eyes squeeze shut. A wet gag leaves you as the spongy tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, and your grip on the back of his thighs tightens, leaving indents in the soft flesh. 

“‘M so close,” he whines, thrusting feverishly into your mouth, the desk shaking with each move. Drool slips past your lips as you stare up at him through your lashes clumped together by tears, silently permitting him to climax, his tummy clenching at the sight. To see you in such a manner, you, who’s always professional, on your knees in front of him, choking on this swollen cock. It’s something that’s only ever occurred in his wildest dreams.

He whimpers loudly, hand clasping over his mouth to hide his embarrassing moans as he finishes down your throat. You pull away from his softening cock, coughing, wiping the spit and cum accumulated on your face. You stand up on wobbly knees, gripping Leon’s bicep to balance yourself.

Once Leon gathers himself, he kisses you, filled with passion, his arms encircling your waist, moaning into your mouth. He’s giddy, peppering kisses all over your cheeks and puffy lips. You really do like him, don’t you? You just gave him the orgasm of his lifetime in your office. It’d only be fair to help you out, too.

“Can I return the favour, Lt.?”

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Hispanic! Hanta Sero x Hispanic! Reader

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Summary: Months after hooking up with the sexy hispanic man of your dreams at a baile, you are invited to one of his college parties. You missed him, bad.

Wc: 9.2k (sorry!)

Cw: AU! w no powers, porn w plot!, p in v, College AU! Hanta, SMUTT, dirty talk, drinking, weed smoking, spanish-speaking, reader and sero display hoe behavior, the two of them are DOWN BADD for each other, a HINT of breeding kink mb, unsafe sex

CHARACTERS ARE 21+ MDNI

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Hanta Sero has not had a girlfriend since High School. He told himself there would be no point in dating in College. He was too busy studying, doing internships. He did not have time for a relationship. Plus, he's young and handsome. Girls have always liked him and it was always fairly easy to get a bit of attention from them. He never tried very hard in that department, the hookups came to him. But ever since he met you, months ago at that stupid baile he cannot seem to get you out of his head. It pisses him off, he audibly groans whenever you send a text. Yet he whines even more when you don't text back, he'll even double text to get an answer from you. He calls you every morning, stalks your socials religiously, every time a dude comments on one of your posts he goes straight to their profile, scoffing loudly at the douches you seem to attract.

Denki says Sero is one of the douches but Hanta disagrees. He likes you, really. He just does not want a relationship right now.

However, if he were to get in one (which is just a hypothetical-of course!) then it would be with a girl like you. Someone sweet and pretty. A girl his mom would actually approve of.

"You should tell her to come up during break man" Denki suggests, peering over Hanta's shoulder which is watching your story. "Invite her to our party"

He shuts off his phone, trying to act like he was not just caught stalking your account for what felt like the hundredth time. The guys all make fun of him for it-and he tells them to shut the fuck up. "Nah..." Hanta sighs, rubbing his head at how screwed he would be if you showed up to their annual spring break bash. He would love to party with you again, get a chance to see you dance something other than a Huapango. You know how you to move your hips-he can only imagine the way you might grind on him to some shitty house music should you show up. But it is that very same reason he cannot allow you to come because then he would have to answer to the handful of girls he'd been hooking up with since Freshman year. "Not if I wanna get caught the fuck up"

Plus he'd hate to embarrass you. Or have you see him for the hoe he truly is. You think he's a nice guy-he will leave it at that.

"Quit bein' a dumbass and invite her! Not like you fucked anyone since you came back" Bakugo casually drops himself into the conversation, plopping onto the couch beside Sero. "Right?"

"Right" Hanta sighs again because yes, it's true. He has not even texted a girl that wasn't you or Mina since visiting home. Since meeting you. He's not sure why, they just don't really interest him anymore. He knows what he wants, and you are too far to indulge in that desire.

"Holy shit Bakugo's right! You haven't even kissed anyone! That's a new record!" Denki laughs, scrolling through his phone as he takes a hit of his pen.

"Shut the hell up. Make it sound like I'm a man-whore or something"

The way they look at him makes Sero roll his eyes. He guesses he should not be so surprised his friends seem to think the worst of him. It's what they do best. "You're almost there bro...starting to catch up with Bakugo's numbers"

Katsuki grumbles, flipping Denki off as he texts some girl back who has been swiping up on his story for weeks. The irony is not lost on him.

And before Hanta can keep playing dumb his phone begins to ring, your cute little contact photo pops up. A picture he took of you on facetime, mouth open as you slept comfortably in bed. But yeah, Hanta's definitely not obsessed with you. Looking back at the contact name he smiles-Hermosa😍'. He stands up to answer the phone but it seems his two friends have other plans .

Denki grabs the phone in one swift motion, immediately running up the stairs as Bakugo tackles Hanta back into the couch. They wrestle for a bit but it is obvious from the very beginning-Hanta is going nowhere any time soon. He can hear Denki laughing on the phone, joking around with you-he asks what you're wearing and Sero has to fight the urge to lunge after him for even trying to flirt with you. Joking or not, Denki's gonna get what's coming to him.

"Stop talking to her dumbass!" Sero's voice is muffled due to his face being pressed into the couch. Katsuki is practically sitting on top of him by this point.

Kaminari is giggling and quite literally twirling his hair as he talks to you. He goes further up the stairs as Hanta fights for his life. Then a few minutes later, Denki sets the phone down of the coffee table, anxious eyes waiting for the second Katsuki gets off of their lovestruck friend. And when Hanta finally does break free he chases Kaminari around their house, shoving through every door, throwing him into walls before he finally gets a good grip on him. Bakugo does nothing but sit and watch.

Later that night when Sero calls you, lying comfortably in his bed, practically kicking his feet in excitement at the sound of your sweet voice all he can think about is what Denki may have told you. But he doesn't bring it up because his mind is still not decided. It's not that he does not want to see you (that's not the case at all), he'd just hate to throw you right in the middle of all his mess. You deserve better than that. At the same time, he would absolutely love to show you off in front of all his college friends. The girls (and Bakugo) especially.

"Can I ask you something?" You question, doing your skincare routine on the other side of the phone. Hair pulled back, face all greased up with product as you use a jade roller on your face. He probably wouldn't think you're so cute if he could see you now. Or maybe he would.

"Dime" He's on his back, staring up at his ceiling-he doesn't realize the heavy beating of his heart until it drums against the fingers on his chest. He's down bad for you. He hates it. All he can imagine is what your room looks, he's seen it a few times on FaceTime. It looks so comfy and clean, it probably smells good. Your bed is fluffy and full of stuffed animals, what he would give for the chance to cuddle up with you.

"Is there a reason you didn't tell me about your party? I mean I don't really care if there is I just thought it was weird Denki invited me and not you"

Sero sighs, fuck. Should he be honest? And possibly taint the image you have of him in your head. Or should he lie? Which would likely set off another string of lies and then your situationship would be built off of something that's not even true. Things built on lies never last, he is painfully aware of the fact. And he is not ready to say goodbye to you any time soon. So he puts on his big boy pants, it's how he knows he genuinely likes you. If you were someone else he would lie without second thought. "I mean....there's just some shit I'm kinda embarrassed of. I want you to go! I really do it's just....complicated"

"Mhmm" You nod, eyes narrowing because you are not naive. You know men by now. "You trying to hide me or something?"

He laughs weakly. "M'not trying to hide you"

"So what is it? You're embarrassed of me?!"

"No!" He pinches the bridge of his nose, shit. He can't remember the last time he had to explain himself like this. It's why he hates having a girlfriend, life is easier when you're single. "Just don't want you to think anything bad of me. I feel like we have a good thing going. Don't need to fuck it all up"

You laugh. "Ohh okay I think I get it. You're being a little sucio and don't wanna introduce me to all your hoes"

"Oh my goddd not even" He sighs, rubbing his face. "Y'know I don't talk to girls anymore. Not since I met you.."

He sounds like he means it. His voice gets quiet towards the end, as saying it out loud makes it all feel real. He sounds afraid almost, that's how you know he is being truthful. "Yeah me neither, I haven't talked to any guys"

Except for the one you made out with last week but that's not really important. He means nothing. "Hanta, you can tell me the truth. I won't judge you or anything"

"Yeah?" He asks and you confirm, yes-you will not get upset at whatever he has to say. It's not like he's your boyfriend although you aren't completely opposed to the idea. "I got with a lot of girls before you...most of them will probably be there. They might try and say some shit to you"

You remain quiet for a while, for a moment he is afraid you are going to just hang up and never talk to him again. Block him on everything and move on. "You lead them on?"

"No, was never serious with any of them. There's this one girl who keeps texting me and I haven't answered. She's the one I'm mostly worried about"

"Well that's it? I can handle that estupido! Just promise you won't make me look dumb and flirt with them right in front of my face!"

"Oh nah I'd never do that. If i'm inviting you then you're mine. Gonna show you off to everyone mamas"

You laugh, finally at ease. You really thought it was gonna be worse than that. You'd be lying if you said you would not be in a similar situation should you invite him to one of your friend's parties. "Aw Hanta! We both aint shit!" You giggle and he can finally laugh too.

You're so cool, he should have known it would be okay. Now he's excited more than anything to have you over. He also cannot stop but think about the fact that he'll finally have you in his bed, not the back seat of his pickup. Maybe he'll get you flowers, try and be a little romantic before he rearranges your guts. It's all he can think about.

"Is it okay if my friend Kiri comes too?"

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It's the night of the party and you have yet to arrive, Hanta checks his phone every five seconds to see if you've texted saying you're there yet. Even as a few people begin to show up, Denki setting up the music as Mina and a few other girls start to make some drinks all he can do is stare out the window. Waiting for you rather impatiently, he is interrupted by Denki shoving a beer into his hands.

"C'mon loverboy, she'll be here soon" He drags his friend into the kitchen to do some shots. Anything to get him from moping around and kill the vibe before it's even started.

The party started two hours ago and you are barely about to pull up. Thanks to Kirishima, who forgot to check his tires before the two of you left for what was supposed to a cute little road trip. It turned into sitting on the side of the road for an hour while you waited for his brother to bring the spare that should have been in the trunk already. So yeah, you're annoyed, whole body turned the opposite way as you look out the window. Ejirou spares a few glances towards your way, sighing when he realizes you still refuse to look at him.

"Im sorry dude" He pushes your shoulder and you groan, pushing your body up closer to the door.

"Don't touch me dumbass"

"Brooo, we're gonna go party! And you're gonna see your mans. Lighten up!"

You scoff, arms crossed as you finally look at him. "Yeah hopefully he's not fucked up already with his tongue down some girl's throat!"

Kiri rolls his eyes. "So dramatic. We're literally here"

Your head perks up as you look out at the row of cars taking up either side of the street. You giggle excitedly, clapping your hands together as you pull your phone out to call Hanta. Only problem is that he doesn't answer, you see a group of people heading into a house which you rightfully assume to be the party. You slap your best friend's shoulder, encouraging him to slow down. "Im getting down! Byee"

And before he can even protest you are hopping out of the car. You fix your little short shorts, flipping your hair a few times as you go for the mini perfume in your pocket and lip gloss. You pull out your phone to check yourself out in the camera, pulling your shirt down a bit to make sure one of your best assets are on display. You give a little kiss to the camera, to yourself as a bit of encouragement before trying to call Hanta again.

Sero is upstairs putting Midoriya to bed. It seems the green haired boy partied a little too hard a little too fast. And to save him the embarrassment of throwing up in front of half the school, Hanta scooped him up before it could get any worse. He sets a trash can down beside the bed, ridding him of the shirt now covered in jungle juice. He pats Izuku's head. "Gonna head back downstairs man. Stay here, kay?"

"Yer a good friend" Is all the inebriated boy can stutter out and Hanta laughs.

"I know" He shuts the door behind him, crossing the hall to go and grab a blunt from his dresser. He's been waiting for you, only took one shot and is currently babysitting his second beer. When you get here, then the fun can really start. He saw your texts about what happened, how sorry you are but he's just happy you're still coming. He thought you'd cancel for sure. Placing the blunt behind his ear, he is careful not to squish it with the viper sunglasses which sit atop his head. Fuck, he just wishes you were here already. Digging his hand into his pocket, his eyes widen.

Where the fuck is his phone?

You look around like a lost puppy, quickly dodging a few drunk people who come hurling downstairs. Finding a spot against the wall you try and call Hanta again, listening to the dial tone as you search for anyone you might recognize. Kaminari and Mina are nowhere to be seen. You sigh as Hanta's voicemail rings through your ears.

"Hey, you want a drink?"

A blonde guy goes up to you. He has spiky hair and towers over you as you realize you have seen him on a few of Sero's snap stories. He's pretty cute. You think Hanta's cuter though. "Uhhhh" Your eyes scan the crowd again, you shield them from the whole light show they have going on. Clearly, they are no strangers to throwing big parties. "Yeah sure"

"Want me to make it for you?"

You narrow your eyes, you know better than to say yes to that. And then you chuckle when you read his shirt; 'I Heart Latinas'. "Nah just show me what you got"

He nods and you follow him through the crowd, you notice the way people just seem to move out the way when they see him coming. It's nice, much better than having to shove your way through. "I like your shirt by the way" You compliment when you reach the kitchen, he hands you a red solo cup.

He looks down, smiling as he suddenly remembers what it says. "Oh yeah...Kaminari got em' for all of us"

You giggle, it makes sense. "Aw well we appreciate the love"

He smiles, showing off his perfectly straight teeth before showing you the plethora of mixers they have. There's two whole buckets of ice, some jungle juice. Bottles, beers, seltzers, just about anything you can think of. You settle on some jungle juice, he promises it's good and you are about to bring it to your lips when you pause. You raise an eyebrow curiously. "Hold on...this shit's not like laced is it?!"

"The hell kinda party you think this is?!" The blonde clearly takes offense, face scrunching up. You laugh, shrugging your shoulders.

"I dunno but you always gotta be careful" You defend yourself. He takes a step closer, pouring himself a cup and takes a long, exaggerated sip. You laugh at the theatrics. "Okayy I believe you"

He extends his cup out to cheers, you tap it lightly with your own before taking a big chug. Squealing in delight when you realize it actually tastes pretty good. "Not bad!"

His eyes scan you up and down, checking you out a bit as someone scoots past the two of you. You have to step a bit closer to him to let them through. "I got class with you or something? You look familiar"

"Oh no I don't even live out here. I'm supposed to be meeting my friend but he won't answer his phone"

Bakugo's face drops, mumbling a small 'shit' under his breath. "Sero?" You nod excitedly at the mention of his name. Of fucking course, the first cute girl he decides to try and talk to is his housemate's date. "Yikes I gotta go"

"What?! Why?!"

"You're Sero's girl...can't do my boy like that" He shakes his head.

"Ugh" You groan, trying to look around for him again. "Will you at least help me find him?"

"Sure thing" Katsuki nods. "Let's go ask Denki if he's seem him anywhere" He extends a beefy arm out to guide you through the crowd. You are about to grab it but that just happens to be the moment your best friend finds you. With someone he knows all too well.

"Katsuki?!" Kirishima calls out excitedly, completely ignoring you.

"Kirishima?! Man, the hell are you doing out here?!" They look like two kids in a candy store, dapping each other up a bit too excitedly. They do the classic 'bro-hug', you roll your eyes because all you want is so find Sero and get the party going.

"Im friends with Yn! Im sleeping on your couch tonight man!" They dap each other up again and you groan. Of course Kirishima knows him-he knows everybody. They both decide this calls for a shot and before you can argue, the guy you now know as Katsuki shushes you.

"Fuck Sero! Come take a shot with us, pretty girl!"

Well, you can't say no to that. So you follow and after throwing the first one back with ease, Ejirou convinces you that you need another one. You smile, this is why you brought him out here-he knows how to party. Always your partner in crime you accept, this time you let Bakugo pour a shot of the Buzzball right in your mouth, Kiri records it all for snap.

And as you are recuperating from the back-to-back shots you spot him, in the corner with a fucking girl. One of his arms is up against the wall, basically trapping her up against it. His free hand moves as he talks, hanging his head in what seems to be exasperation. It looks like they are arguing, you furrow your brow as you watch. Could it be that girl he was warning you about? Was it more serious than he let you believe?"

"Bro! Give me my phone back!" Hanta pleads, arguing with a drunk girl is never fun. Especially when it's one you hooked up with months prior and she has now stolen your phone with no intent of handing it back.

Unless you reach in her back pocket, where her hands cautiously guard the device. "I told youuu where it iss" She slurs and Hanta sighs, rolling his eyes as he looks for anyone that can help. He has Mina in mind specifically.

"M'not fucking reaching back there!" He shakes his head. "This shit's not cute, you know? It's annoying!"

She giggles, obviously not in the right state of mind to listen to anything he has to say. He looks around and spots you, sipping a drink and staring right at him. You're in between Bakugo and your friend that you've told him so much about. You look pissed, head cocked to the side when you realize he's finally spotted you.

His eyes widen, looking back down at the girl he now realizes he may be standing a bit too close to. He can imagine how it looks, it's going to be hard to explain this one. But he gives up on his phone, body immediately moving towards you. Like a magnet, he makes his way through the crowd, chest buzzing in excitement although you may not feel the same way about him.

"Hermosa!" He calls out when he's close enough, he tries to give you a hug but you refuse, arms crossed and completely closed off to him. "I'm so sorry this dumb girl stole my phone! I was just trying to get it back, I promise! Been waiting for you"

He hangs his head low, slowly scooting closer as your body language remains the same. You turn away when he tries to go in for a kiss, his lips land on your cheek. "Mi princesa don't be like that. M'sorry if you called. I dunno how she got my phone, must have left it down here"

He hugs your waist, dropping his forehead to your shoulder as you sigh. "Come onnnn" He whines.

You crack a smile, running a hand up his back and through his hair. "Te extrañé" And you look down at his shirt, one that is matching with Bakugo's. 'I Heart Latinas'. "You wear this for me?" You joke.

"Mhm" He nods smugly, his stomach has butterflies now that you're here. "Let's take a shot, been waiting for you preciosa"

You nod excitedly. "Mkay" You attempt to make your way back to the drinks but he pulls you back. Blocking your body with his, he pushes you up against the counter.

"Besitos first" He's practically pouting, grabbing your chin and leaning in so close you can smell the mint gum he had previously been chewing. "Since you wouldn't give me any before"

Perhaps you should fight him a little longer, make him work for it. But you've been waiting for this moment for hours (weeks actually). Anxiously making up scenarios the whole car ride over as you ached to feel his lips on yours again. You give in, placing a quick yet feverish kiss on his lips. Your tongue swipes his bottom lip but pulls away before he can do anything about.

He chuckles lowly, it reverberates deep within his chest as he gets even closer, hips pushing right into yours. "Qué coqueta" He says it so quietly that the music drowns him out but you are far too preoccupied by his lips meeting yours again. They move in sync, a hand grips you by the hair as his tongue invades your mouth. He melts into your touch, suddenly forgetting all about the party as he is too focused on how addictive your lips taste. He's impatient, having thought about this moment far too much. A hand grips at your hips, rolling it against his with no shame. He swallows the whimper that leaves your throat, not even caring to stop when someone taps his shoulder a few times.

It's only when they yell his name that he turns his head away from you, bottom lip red and swollen. "Huh?!" He asks, rather annoyed.

"Now that your girl's here we gotta take a shot, man!" Kaminari has suddenly appeared, abandoning his post as the DJ. A matching 'I Heart Latinas' shirt with the rest of his friends. "She like the shirts?!"

"I love them!" You shout, popping your head out from behind Hanta.

"I want one!" Kirishima says, making you roll your eyes.

You do a cheers, taking shots of Patrón (Patronskis as you so lovingly call it). Setting off the rest of the night, you look around and smile-so relieved to finally be back in Sero's presence. You've been waiting to let loose and as you watch Hanta light up the blunt you look over at your best friend who seems to be having fun. You give a thumbs up, because your mission has been accomplished-you almost feel bad for yelling at him so much earlier. But he clearly has no hard feelings because he shoots you one back, a cheesy smile on his face. Now, the real fun can begin.

You keep it cute and classy, pacing yourself because you have every intent of making it through the whole night. You want to cherish every moment, most of the party is spent dancing and grinding on Sero on the dance floor. Although you are sure he doesn't mind, he looks amazed really, as you throw it back on him. He couldn't care less about his phone anymore, his friends are taking videos anyways. They'll definitely be sending them to him tomorrow. DJ Denki is playing bangers, the drinks have yet to run out and you are having a great time.

That's what matters the most to him, how happy you look. Going back between giggling at the unexpected duo that is Bakugo and Kirishima-you swear your friend has gotten at least four girl's numbers and dancing with Mina-who drunkenly hugs you as the music plays. Slow dancing to a song which has probably never been slow danced to. "You're so fuckin' pretty I love you!" She hiccups, giggling when she catches herself. "Fuck I need to stop drinking"

You agree and go sit down with her for a while, sure to share a bottle of water between the two of you. Hanta watches you with a soft smile from the other side of the toom, not even pretending to care about whatever story Monoma is yapping about. You just look so good right now, it takes everything in him to not just throw you over his shoulder and bring you upstairs to fuck you stupid.

Mina's head is on your shoulder, you finish the rest of the water bottle feeling surprisingly okay. Sure, you're drunk but the room isn't spinning the way you thought it would be by now. You don't feel gross, or sick. You feel hot more than anything.

"You're a really cool girl Yn. I hope Sero stops fucking around and asks you out" It's the most sober Ashido has sounded since you've arrived.

"You really think he'd do that?" You ask, a bit in disbelief that this could ever be anything serious. You feel like it is quite obvious that whatever the two of you are doing has no labels attached to it. He lives an hour and a half away, not too far but at the same time it isn't ideal. He's also mentioned before that he was not really looking for a girlfriend anyways, you did not take it to heart because at the time you felt the same way. But for some reason, things feels different now.

"Y'knoww" Mina stops, clearly in thought as she tries to put the words together. "He looks happy when he talks t'you. Gets super excited when you call. It's cute" She giggles, thinking back on how it is quite rare to ever see him get flustered in any way. "Just sayin"

Later, while the party dies down you find yourself on a stool by the kitchen counter, watching Sero attempt to find Kaminari's vape. Someone stole it! (He swears). Although he is not trying very hard because every few seconds he stops to give you a kiss, give your skin a little pinch, ask if you're okay. Every time you giggle and say you are, that he should stop asking.

He has successfully searched the entire kitchen and found nothing. He decides he's done his part as a friend. It is time to turn the attention back to you. He finds his place between your thighs, spreading them apart to fit his broad body in between. Your arms rest on his shoulders, gazing up with the cutest look in your eye. You want him as bad as he wants you, he can tell.

"You still okay?" He questions for the millionth time that night, nose bumping into yours.

"I'm good" You chuckle, nibbling at his bottom lip. He groans, thankful that the music is still playing to drown it out.

"So pretty" He compliments, looking you up and down as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. Finally, his lips crash against yours, hungrier than ever before. Not caring who could be near, he is too lost in the sensation of your tongue rolling against his. A hand guides the back of your head, making it impossible for you to pull away. When a hand squeezes your thigh you squeal, pulling your lips apart and looking down. You rest your head on his chest, trying to catch your breath. "Wanna go upstairs hermosa?"

You nod wordlessly, hopping down from your seat with his help. Your hands don't leave one another until the door slams shut behind you, a loud click as he locks it behind the two of you. And no less than a second later he pushes you against the door, too impatient to drag you all the way over to the bed. "Yn...fuck" He pants, so desperate to feel you. Hands rake up and down your body, squeezing whenever it feels necessary. His lips latch onto your neck, his leg settling between your thighs as he lets you rest against it. Oh so slowly moving your hips back and forth. "Need you. Been needing you" His mouth waters as he kisses down your chest, pulling your shirt up to kiss at your tummy as he begins to kneel.

His head goes down to kiss your legs, he licks a stripe up your calf and it makes you shudder. "Gonna taste you, been thinking about it this whoole time" He groans, pulling down your cute little shorts. A wet spot hugs your lips, seeping through the baby blue material. He mentioned it was his favorite color once, you wanted to surprise him. If only you knew how many times he imagined this very moment and fucked his fist to the thought of it. "M'dying to know how this pretty pussy tastes"

He is pathetic with the way he shoves his face into you without abandon, breathing in your scent and not caring if you think it's weird or not. He pulls your thighs over his shoulders, encouraging you to rest all of your weight in him, he'd like to be suffocated by your pussy if possible. The only thing more pathetic are his moans, the way it vibrates off your core. "Shitshit Hanta" Your mouth agape at the pleasure.

He eats you in a way that is absolutely filthy, sloppily swirling his tongue around your clit. He pulls back to spit on it, to moan, to tell you how good it tastes. When he starts blowing little bubbles on your clit, your hips begin to twitch, jerking erratically to either side involuntarily. It tickles in the most pleasurable way possible. "Ohh Hanta! Your mouth's sooo good-fuck!"

You squeal as his tongue begins to fuck your entrance, shaking his head vigorously as the muscle attempts to stretch you out a bit. Your legs try to close but his head stops them. You begin to rut against him shamelessly, the man continues to moan into your pussy. "Fuckk yeah ride my face baby" He encourages, one of the arms wrapped around your thighs gives it a good smack. "Want me to use my fingers?" He asks hurriedly, as if he cannot stand one second spent away from you.

"Mmm yes please!" You whine, bringing down one of your legs for balance as one of Hanta's hand grips your hip. The other slides two fingers into your hole, face going back up to suckle your clit. You practically scream as he sets a pace, your juices splashing about as his fingers curl inside of you. His hand shaking up and down as he fingers you quickly. He feels your walls clamp down against his digits. "Yess mamas give it to me. Wanna feel you cum on my face"

He's practically begging for it, how could you ever deny him? Your stomach and thighs begin to quiver, hips rolling erratically over his face-not that he minds. It is not long after that your release washes over you, all over Hanta. Hanta who drinks you up like he is dying of thirst, lapping up as much as he can before finally resting back. He looks up at you with dilated pupils, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. "Thank you" He says earnestly.

You laugh, fixing your underwear as he stands up. "I should be thanking you" Your heart is practically beating out of your chest, shaky thighs as he leads you to the bed. You push him on his back, climbing on top of him and throwing off his shirt with no regard as to where it ends up.

You run a single nail down his chest, smiling when he twitches as it reaches his stomach. He giggles, body jerking to the side. "Ah! That tickles" And then you pinch his nipple, he practically squeals and you laugh again. "You're a freak" He teases.

"Says the one all spread out for me" Running a nail down his collarbone you go down to kiss it. Chasing the path with your tongue, he audibly groans. His hands fumble with your bra, pulling it off to leave you in nothing but panties.

Squeezing and pulling at your nipples, his hips jerk up when you pick a spot on his chest to suck on. You'd like to leave some evidence, teeth biting down softly as you get off on the thought of claiming him as your own.  His breath catches in his throat, a hand slides down to smack your ass before pulling it down on him-desperate for any type of friction. And upon feeling his hardened length through his shorts you know exactly what you want to do. You slide your head down, kissing down the middle of his abdomen, stopping to run your tongue down his happy trail. He shudders in anticipation.

You look up at him one more time, he silently takes note of how fucking pretty you look right now. Taking a handful of your hair, he helps you gather it all away from your face. Wasting no time in shimmying down his shorts, his swollen cock springs out, slapping his stomach as your mouth fills with saliva. You almost forgot how pretty his cock is. Starting at the bottom of the shaft, you run your tongue up the side, bringing the head into your mouth when you reach the top.

And when you go deeper he lets out a breathy moan, suddenly remembering the hand in your hair as he helps guide you down. Eyebrows furrowed in pure concentration as he watches his cock disappear into your mouth. "Shitt baby....got such a pretty mouth" Pools of spit gather at either side of your mouth, head bobbing up and down as you set a pace. Trying to breathe when you can but it becomes harder every time his bulbous head reaches the back of your throat. If you weren't so turned on, so focused on every sweet sound exiting the man's throat you definitely would have pulled away sooner for some air to breathe. Your fingers reach out to play with his balls, using whatever spit had dribbled down from the messy way you continue to guzzle up his cock.

"So fucking good for me" He compliments, petting the side of your head as you suck him off shamelessly. Gagging and moaning noises fill the room. "My godd you're a good fucking cocksucker, huh? Been thinking about this dick haven't you baby?"

You let out a muffled, desperate 'mhmmm'. The vibrations send chills down Hanta's spine as his hips begin to fuck your throat. You push through, although every instinct in your body tells you to pull away. Every time you feel like it's a little too much he lets out a slutty moan that reminds you of why you're here in the first place. He's so hot, you're down fucking bad for Hanta Sero. His hairs tickle your nose each time his hips meet your face, one of your hand claws at his thigh before tears begin to form. A crying, slobbering, sweaty mess is what you become, some pieces of hair find a way to slip through-Hanta pulls them back. Grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail he guides you up and down his long shaft, toes clenching and curling with the way you run your tongue along the bottom. And when you bring a finger, gathering some spit before going to rub that sensitive little spot behind his balls he lets out a loud groan. "Ohh fuck yeah" Dark brown eyes blown out in pure lust as he watches you intently.

And finally, a complete fucking mess-you pull off of him, coughing and gagging as you try to catch your breath. Sero's breathing heavily, closing his eyes as he already begins to reminisce on the feeling of your mouth around him. For once, he thanks God for all of the drinks he had. He would have came ages ago without them. "Did so good pretty girl. Fuckk that felt so good" He laughs, cheesing up at the ceiling. Damn, he missed you.

Springing up in his spot, he lays down longways, pulling you with him before placing his mouth back on yours. A hand goes down to jerk him off, he bites your lip as a reaction. Mumbling something about how good you are, his tongue slips back into your mouth. He's on his side, pulling a leg over his hip to have you closer to him. One of his hands goes to grab your ass, slapping and squeezing as he pleases. "Gonna fuck you so good mi reina" Smacking his lips against yours, you smile into the kiss. Yeah, he definitely missed you. "Mi hermosa linda"

"Pleaseee handsome" You speak into his mouth. "Fuck me. Been waiting to feel you again"

And as he's reaching over into the nightstand, searching for a condom a knock at the door interrupts the two of you. He groans, trying to ignore it as he slams the drawer shut hurriedly. But soon the knocks get closer to bangs until a voice shouts from the other side of the door.

"Hantaa! Open the door! I still have your phone"

Sero smacks his lips, pissed off that this fucking girl is even back in the first place. He was hoping she'd sober up and be embarrassed about whatever took place earlier and leave it with Mina or something. "Just leave it out there! M'fucking busy!"

Your eyes dart back and forth between him and the door, he goes to rip the condom open with his teeth. Ready to just roll it on and begin fucking you right there. "Hold on" You stop him, placing a hand on his chest as you start to get out of the bed. You're going to just go and snatch it from her, put an end to it all. But he gets ahold of your wrist, bringing you back to bed.

"Nuh-uh" He clicks his tongue, positioning your body below him. Tugging your underwear down hastily, he wastes no time in trapping you beneath his arms. "You're staying right here princess" One of his fingers brushes a piece of hair behind your ear, soft as ever. Then, he kisses a spot on your cheek-you smile up at him, giggling at a few more bangs on the door.

One quick thrust is enough to make you cry out, his curved limb burying itself deep inside. A low growl leaves his chest, full of desire. And he pulls all the way out before snapping his hips back in, you claw at his back. Squealing as your walls adjust to his size, he breathes heavily above you, trying to find it in him to go slow. To let you get all settled before he fucking ruins you. His chain is dangling in your face, teasingly, you bite it.

A small moan encourages him, your hands pulling him down by the shoulders to get even deeper. He takes that as the signal to start fucking you the way he really wants to, leaning up a bit and angling his hips before snapping! them back into place. Into your sweet velveteen walls that make his vision go fuzzy. "Ohh fuckk" He lets out a moan of nothing but relief, all the tension in his body oozing away.

His right hand grips you so tight, guiding your hips up to meet his with each powerful thrust. "Mmm yes...feels so good" You whimper.

"Yeah baby?" He leans close into your ear, licking up the shell. "Y'like it? Y'like me?"

"Mhm" You manage to let out, gripping his shoulders even tighter as your fingernails dig crescents into his skin. "You're all I've been thinking about baby" Pausing to gasp at the insane amount of pressure you feel deep within-like you might just split apart. "Like you s'much"

Hanta brings a rushed, eager hand down to shock your clit, rubbing and smudging little hearts into it. Your back almost arches off the bed, it encourages him to pin you down flat on the mattress. He pick both leg up over his shoulder, wrapping an arm around your thighs so that your ass lifts completely off the bed. At an angle, higher than where your head he rests he starts to absolutely drill into you-the bad slamming against the wall. "Ohhh shit ohshit"

Out of instinct, your hand flies out to push his chest away. His mushroom tip violating your insides in a way that makes you squeal, cry and whimper. Shaking your head back and forth you whine. "Too deep Hanta...c-can't"

And he's beginning to sweat, chest undulating as his head cocks to the side-stuck on the way your body twitches in reaction to every little move he does. "Shhh yes you can" He leans forward to press sloppy kisses on your head and face. "Such a good slut for me, huh? Let em all hear how good it feels mi princesa" Capturing your lips into a kiss you whimper again, he folds you in half even more. Knees kissing your chest as it allows his dick deeper than before. Smudging globs of pre inside your most sacred area, absolutely ruining it. His thrusts get harder, almost shaking the whole wall as the headboard slams against it.

"Th-they're gonna hear" You whine, eyes scrunching shut as you zero in on the feeling of his greedy hips taking all you have to offer.

"Yeah I hope they fucking do. Let them know good I treat my sweet girl" He growls, licking at your lips feverishly as he cannot decide if wants to kiss or bite you. He settles on squeezing the sides of your mouth with his available hand, making you open it up more. He does not have to tell you to stick your tongue out before spitting a cool droplet on the limb. "All fuckin' mine. Stupid fuckin Katsuki tryna talk to my girl" He brings his head down to rest in the nape of your neck, a hand goes up to grab the headboard for support-using it to barrel out battering rams that knock every little breath out of you. "Nadie puede tocar, eh? Solo a mí" his words are laced with venom, as if he's proving a point by making you moan and cry out so loud you attempt to cover your mouth with your hand. But he doesn't let you, quick to pull it down. Locking eyes, he looks down at you-the most possessive and almost angry look overcomes him. Shit, he likes you. A lot. He is in far too deep, figuratively and quite literally.

"Mm, come here" You coo, desperate to feel his body directly up against yours agains. "Promise ts'only you"

Sliding down, he nods furiously. Spreading your legs far apart he settles himself between your thighs. Arms slide beneath your shoulderblades, holding you close. His lips pressed right up against your ear. "¿Solo mí?"

"Sí, sí" This position has you seeing stars. Your bawling cunt is almost obnoxious with the way it squelches and talks to him. He wishes he could just put an ear up against it and listen. "Solo tú!" You're on the verge of screaming, hips bucking up everytime his cockhead reaches your g-spot. "Única que quiero bebé..mmm" He kisses you again, sloppily, he moans freely into your mouth.

If only you knew how often he dreamt about this. The many ways in which he imagined it would take place. And now here you are beneath him, close to being absolutely ruined. Rubbing a frosty thumb down your silvery slit, he laughs at how wet you are. He laughs at the way your insides clench around him, as if they never wish to let him go. "Greedy pussy wants me to stay, wants me to live in her" With no warning, a hand goes down to grip your throat, hard.

Your eyes are practically crossed at the delicious mix of pleasure and pain, walls squeezing every bit of life out of him. Not that he minds. He is content staying inside you forever. "Wanna hear her talk to me again" He chuckles, moving his hips in circles just so he can hear the obnoxious pops and cracks and sloshes coming from your juices. "My pretty pussy" His hand remains locked around your throat like a necklace, hips so unforgiving and relentless. "She loooves me" Letting go of the grip on your throat, his hand slides back down to your clit. It's hard to pick just one place to touch you, he wants to feel every bit of flesh imaginable. "Yeah she likes that, huh?"

"Hanta!" You warn, keening at the back of your throat. A pit forms deep in your tummy. You're seeing stars again, vision going in and out as the thrusts slow down but gain more power. Your body ripples with each one, his thick heavy member bullying your poor cervix. A hand tugs hard at his hair, emitting the sexiest moan you can ever imagine.

"Pull it harder" He gasps, barely audible as he picks his hips all the way up before slamming back into you. So when you do, tugging at the roots he lets out moan after moan. Each one deeper with desire. "Please please, feels so fucking good mamas" He does not know what he is begging for but he will continue to do it. "Oh pleaseee cum on my dick, wish I could take this stupid shit off and feel you for realll" And one particular squeeze of your pussy catches him off guard, chest quivering as he fights every urge to blow his load. Through gritted teeth, he says something which probably would have scared you off if you did not like him so much. "Ts'okay though. I'd probably fill this pussy up so much I'd get you pregnant. See you all fuckin' pretty with my baby"

For some twisted, sick reason that is what puts you over the edge. He's rubbing the ridges of his veiny shaft along the deep slope of your pussy, convinced that this is what love feels like. Even if he's not so sure about being in love with you yet, he is certainly in love with her. Your cute pussy that takes him so well it should be a crime, now he has to make you his. He will do whatever it takes so long as you never fuck another man again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, crying, squealing as you finish around him. Gushing all over his heavy, curved dick. "Am I good for you sweet princess? Wanna be my little toy forever?"

You nod furiously, hoping that this is not him asking to be your boyfriend for real. You are too fucked out, too far gone to even think. "Yes pleaseplease"

He continues fucking you through your orgasm, whole body shaking and twitching as his thrusts grow erratic and sloppy. You forgot how much of a fucking freak he is.

Ugh, he's perfect. His face, his attitude, his jokes. His dick.

That is all you can think as release finally calls his name. He cums impossibly hard. The globe of his swollen head batters out stripes of hot cum as he continues to thrust into you. Syrupy white liquid floods the condom, bloating the top of it. Head bursting with nothing but white-hot pleasure as he moans aloud. "Ohhh godd m'in love with this pussy" He leans down to smooch all over your face, salty with sweat. Too pussydrunk to understand the depth of his words. "And this pretty fuckin' face my god baby" He bites your bottom lip, hips still twitching into overstimulation. "Wanna just keep going. Make you a mess"

He is in so deep, catching the sides of your gooey walls. Every now and then you clench around him, making the both of you whimper. He fucking into you slowly, deliberately as he chases the high that is you. "Más?"

He was not expecting you to say yes but you nod weakly. He grins sleazily, glad to see you are just as desperate for it and depraved as he is. He has every intention of fucking you until either one of you passes out from exhaustion. "Ay mi bonita. Nadie en esta pinche casa está durmiendo. Not til'mdone with my pretty girl. Gonna fuck you til' the birds start chirping"

You giggle as he pulls out, ripping off the condom and reaching over for a new one. But you stop him, grabbing his hand and bringing it back to your throbbing, puffy clit. You can feel your heartbeat in your pussy. "No. Wanna feel you"

He looks at you like he has died and gone to heaven, not even bothering to conceal the amazed look on his face. Yeah, you're his now. Maybe not today but he's getting you fucking pregnant, you're gonna he the mother of his kids. He decides it in that very moment. "You're perfect"

He fucks you until he shoots blanks and you are a quivering shaking mess, not even bothering to check either of your phones that are blowing up from both of your friends (Katsuki and Kirishima) to shut the fuck up. But you don't, fucking one another into pure exhaustion. You finally collapse into each other's arms and sleep naked, bodies tightly pressed together. And when he wakes up he kisses your head, standing up and cleaning you up as much as he can without waking you. He sets a shirt out for you, leaving a little note that he will be back so you can just 'sit pretty and wait'. He also finds his phone.

Ignoring the ache in his head he continues on his mission, maybe it should be more romantic than this. Yet at the same time he does not wish to wait any longer, the idea sprung up into his head first thing in the morning as he watched you sleep, brushing a piece of hair behind your face and watching adoringly. Actually, the possibility first popped into his head as he was fucking you but you don't need to know that. He goes to the only guy in town that sells ramos, begging for one because he knows people usually place their orders weeks in advance. He offers half of the original price as a tip and that seems convincing enough for the dude to sell him one that was practically finished already. It was meant for someone else but hey, the price was right.

He buys food for the two of you, and a little stuffed puppy with big sparkly eyes that remind him of yours. He was going to make a sign but you woke up early enough that he didn't have time for it. So when he walks back into the house with a big bouquet of roses, larger than his head and a little sparkly crown in the middle all the guys-who are seriously hung over and gather around the kitchen counter do a double take.

Even Kirishima, who knows very little about Hanta. He can't help but smile though, you deserve to be spoiled. Even if he was forced to listen to you get your brains fucked out all night as the room spun around him.

Katsuki glares at Sero, arms crossed as he drinks some water. "You stupid, nasty fucker" He spats out, brows furrowed. "Made me listen to you all night"

"That was you?" Midoriya asks incredulously, looking up from the hands that cup his head. The green haired man has seen better days. "Sounded like some animals or somethin"

Sero laughs, not even bothering to be embarrassed. "Yeah my bad"

"You don't sound sorry" Denki grins, probably the most excited out of the bunch. "But shit man I wouldn't either. The fuck'd you do to her?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, freak?" Sero teases.

"Only freak here's you" Bakugo grumbles. "Her too

I guess"

"You're just salty" Hanta rolls his eyes before ascending upstairs. He knows it's all in good fun, he's been forced to listen to his friends hook up with girls countless times. He never said a word about it so it's the least they could do, really. 

He looks so fucking happy bursting into the room, food and presents in hand as he finds you sitting on his bed looking all cute. Messy in the best way as your hair is thrown back in a lazy bun, no makeup and wearing nothing but his oversized t shirt. You squeal at the sight of the flowers, and the food, and the stuffed puppy. You cannot remember the last time a guy even bothered to buy flowers, much less a ramo.

"Buenos días princesa" You throw your arms around his neck, kissing him excitedly as you thank him repeatedly. And he can't help but ask because he is far too impatient. He can't wait for dinner at the fancy place he's taking you tonight. He needs you to be his now.

"¿Quieres ser mi novia?"

[devoureddreaa]

bros the type too.. ryomen sukuna boyfriend headcannons

okay…ik i disappeared for a few days (a month is not a few) but i’m back now, so yay!! and i’ve got sukuna headcannons cause he’s been growing on me lately, so hope you enjoy!! >.<

— bro is a menace to society and would most likely kill someone if they were to look at him for too long. but when it comes to you, sukuna can be a bit a softy. (a softy is an understatement, the curse is totally whipped).

for instance, he won’t let anyone touch him. touch him and you’ll end up with your head off of your shoulders. but when it comes to you..the literal love of his (overly long) life; you could touch him wherever and sukuna wouldn’t mind at all.

“why’d you stop?”

your gaze moved from your phone to the face that sat comfortably in between each of your thighs. you tilted your head to side and furrowed your eyebrows, “stopped what?”

sukuna looked puzzled, possibly looking for a way to explain it without sounded corny.

“the things you do with my hair.”

“oh, play with you hair?” a warm smiled appeared on your face first, then a breathless giggle. “thought you did like people touching you.”

“i don’t care with you do, woman.”

“whatever you want..”

he ended up getting his spiky pink locks played with again, and he ended up falling asleep like a new-born.

— bros the type to deny to everybody that he is head over heels for you. everyone sees it and everyone knows it..but if they were to ever mention it, sukuna would deny deny deny.

especially to his good friend, uraume. he’ll rant and rave about how good you are and how much he loves you any chance he gets with her.

“if you wanna marry her, just do it already!”

sukuna paused, “what?”

“you’ve been telling me about the girl for the past five minutes.” uraume laughed under her breath, “she really has you wrapped around her finger.”

— on top of that, bros the type to give you praise more than anything. he dosent know much about love languages, or affection in general. he’ll try when he feels it’s right, trust, he will cringe the first few times, having a hard time going anything in general. but he’ll get used to it.. (but he hates when you tease him about it)

“you say something?” you looked at the man through the mirror, he was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed as his gaze laid somewhere on the floor.

you were so busy with trying to line your lips, you didn’t hear what sukuna had said..

“i said you look good. really..beautiful.” it was a sight to see someone who could murder someone with the blink of an eye act so..timid.

“awe.” you turned you head and peered over your shoulder, “you shy, ‘kuna?”

“i take it back.” he grumbled, turning to leave the bathroom. you quickly ran after him and tugged onto his arm.

“i was juuust kidding!” you smiled innocently, “thank you, sukuna.”

he didn’t say anything back, but the look on his face was enough.

— bros the type to not use pet names that often. sukuna has never seen the point of them, and sees them as pointless. he uses them rarely, and whenever he does..it catches you off guard.

“bae..!” sukuna called out, he expected a quick response and was confused when he didn’t get one.

“bae!”

no response, “y/n!”

“huh?!” you finally responded and poked your head from around the corner with concern, “why are you yelling?”

“you weren’t responding.”

you took a second then realized, “oooh! you were calling me? thought that was something else..”

— bros the type to love you in his own weird way, even though he’s a sadistic psycho.

i finally uploaded… also! mb for disappearing, school and life got in the way. but im back! promise, im not a coryxkenshin 2.0 ;-;. ive got more things coming so i hope you enjoy..and remember, you can always request something! love you, baaaiii!!! (if you saw any typos, no you didn’t)

[dollsbakery]

hello, hope ur doin well

i saw some of ya stuff and liked it, and wanted to request a bakugo x reader w like a size kink ig

(idk specifics mb)

thank you

‘ Sweetheart ’ - Dilf!Bakugou x Reader

TW: NOT PROOF READ, Size Kink, Age Difference, Dilf!Bakugou, Manipulation, Exploiting, Slight Noncon, Creampie, Pinning, Penetration, Overstimulation, Cheating, Slight Daddy Kink, Degradation, Manhandling, Praise, Pet Names, Stomach Bulge

“No! I don’t know why you can’t see how wrong it is. Do you know how embarrassing it is for me when I have to tell my friends my girlfriend babysits a Pro Hero’s kid? You spend most of your time at fucking BaKuGo’S hOuSe! Fuck Y/N! It- It’s fucking wrong! I bet you’re fucking him, HAHA! I BET YOU ARE, AREN’T YOU!?”

You roll your eyes, humming along as your insecure boyfriend once again accuses you of fucking another man. Fuck, you may as well be a Porn star by the amount of men he claims you fuck. Besides, your job is not like that! Five days a week you go over to Mr Bakugou’s house, say a simple ‘Good Morning!’, see him off, and babysit his child all day. Sweet little Clem. She’s an adorable little doll, a kind five year old girl, who admires her Daddy very much. Now, you have to admit, Mr Bakugou is a very, handsome man, to say the least. You always shiver when you notice your eyes linger at his… massive arms, for a little too long. The way sweat drips down his husky chest when he gets home from work. The way said sweat makes his shirt cling to his defined abs.

“Y/N! ARE YOU EVEN FUCKING LISTENING? YOU’RE A FUCKING SLU-“

You end the call.

Fuck.

You promised yourself you’d stop thinking about Mr Bakugou like that. For fuck sake, he’s like double your age! Even so, that doesn’t change how fucking fine that hunk of a man is. You sigh, rolling over in your bed as you look at your phone once more.

‘23:47’ It read.

You should probably get some sleep. With a heavy groan, you reluctantly set your alarm on your phone and turn to lie on your back.

Tapping your fingers in a random rhythm on your stomach, you devilishly bite your lip, slightly grinning through it. Your alarm will go off in seven hours, so theoretically… you have enough time for a quick stress relief session with that new Dynamite toy you just bought…

Pulling up to the luxurious and modern house, you step out your car and lock it with a smile.

‘I can’t wait to see Clem today, I’m sure she’ll love that new recipe I found’ you mumble to yourself. Ringing the doorbell, you stiffen up your posture and put on your most welcoming face. The door swings open to reveal a disheveled man.

Mr Bakugou’s still dressed in his sleepwear? His blonde fluffy hair is more a bundle of mess than it normally is. His black sleeveless tee hangs low on his chest, revealing his swell chest, and fucking bulky biceps. Fuck… he looks so good. He also looks… sweaty?

Seeing Mr Bakugou looking so dazed, sweaty, and unshaved for once (You’ve always loved his stubble) was almost too much.

“Good morning Sir, where’s Clementine?”

He bashfully rubs the back of his head, as he leans against his front door, looking down at you. Was he always this tall? You don’t remember ever having to look up at him.

“Fuck, I forgot to tell you. Clem’s spending the week at her Mom’s. That stupid woman decided she’s finally interested in our daughter.” He grumbled.

You pout slightly, you were really looking forward to spending time with Clem today.

“Oh no worries! Uhm, are you okay though? You seem a bit flustered..” the small question filled with genuine concern was enough to earn another grumble from Mr Bakugou.

“I’m fine sweet cheeks, no need to start doting over me.” He chuckles.

His morning voice is so fuckin raspy and deep. Fuck-

“Come in, the least I can do is make you some breakfast for making you get up so early.”

With a gentle smile, you enter the man’s home and make your way to the kitchen. Placing yourself on a stool at his beautiful island, you rest your cheeks on your hands and softly nibble on the inside of your cheek. Bakugou makes his way round to the other side of the kitchen and begins pulling ingredients out. Whilst cracking an egg on the rim of a bowl, Mr Bakugou looks up through his eyebrows towards you. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes linger on his hands.

‘His hands are huge compared to that bowl holy shit. He’s like a fuckin’ giant’

Your mind begins to talk and talk, as your eyes stare deeper and deeper at his veiny hands.

“Oi.”

Mr Bakugou breaks the silence.

“What’s up with you, hah?” He grins.

Fuck, did he catch you ogling him?

“Oh, uhm. Sorry. I’m a bit out of it today.. me and my boyfriend had an argument last night.”

Good save. If you could pat yourself on the back right now, you definitely would’ve. Mr Bakugou’s face turns sour, a scoff leaving his mouth. He makes his way round the island and stands behind you. Compared to you he really is a giant. His chest completely conceals you from whatever behind you. Slowly, he leans down, his hand making its way to your thigh, his mouth next to your ear.

“Y’know, I could treat you much better than your childish little boyfriend. Hm? I mean, could your little boyfriend do this?”

Before you could even think of a reply, he spins you round on the stool and lifts you onto his shoulder with a single arm. He chuckles at the squeal you let out, as your fists pound against his back.

“PUT ME DOWN! B-BAKUGOU!”

Using his free hand, he lays a single, harsh slap on your ass, instantly causing you to go limp in his hold.

“That’s Sir to you. Don’t you want a big, strong man to take care of you? Think about it sweetheart, you’d never have to lift a finger, anything you want you’d get. New dress? I’ll take you shopping. Your car broke down? I’ll fuckin’ buy you a whole dealership. Imagine it Princess, you could leave your immature, insecure, weak little boy toy, and be taken care of by a strong, rich man.”

Wiggling in his grip, your ass sways slightly, giving Bakugou a beautiful view as he tilts his head to the side to watch your futile struggles.

“I’ve seen how you look at me Princess. You think you’re slick? Hah, you may as well of just fingered your self in my bed and wait for me to get home and see you like that. You’ve done that before though, haven’t you? Bit of a dumb little slut sometimes hm? Forgot to change my sheets. Or did you leave that puddle there for me to find? I bet you did. Wanna be a little whore for Daddy? Yeah you do”

Two thick fingers begin rubbing your pussy through your leggings, causing you to grip onto the back of your bosses shirt.

“S-Sir! I- fuck~”

You whine, pushing your bottom half closer towards your bosses fingers.

Bakugou began rubbing faster, nudging your clit every so often. With each whine and moan you let out, the deeper his shit eating grin becomes.

“S-Bakugou! Please! I need to- I need to cum!” You cry, tears welling from your eyes.

“Cmon’ pretty girl. Cum for Daddy!”

His praise sends a shockwave through your pussy, as you dig your fingers into his lower back and cum through your panties and leggings.

“Atta’ girl, good~ slut.” He hums, as he carries you through his house and into his bedroom.

Gently, he places you down on his bed and begins stripping you down. Every time his hand went near your pussy, you whined from lack of attention, silently begging for more. Bakugou reaches under his bed and pulls out some red rope.

“Bakugou..?” You mutter.

He grins as he uses one hand to pin your arms above your head, and the other to skilfully wrap the rope around your wrists, binding them together. Instinctively, your earlier struggles return, as you begin to thrash around.

His hand slams down on your throat, pinning you down to the bed firmly with one movement.

“If you struggle one more time, I’ll beat your ass black and blue, understand?”

…

“Yes Sir.”

Bakugou hums in acknowledgment, as he reaches under his bed again and pulls out a vibrator.

“Please~” You sob. Bakugou grins.

“Please what? Use your words baby.”

“I want you! I want your dick not some stupid plastic vibrator!” You whine.

“You need to earn my dick. You’ll cum from this ‘stupid plastic’ toy as many times as i want, then you’ll have my fucking dick. Sluts don’t make orders, they listen and obey, yeah?”

You bite back another sob.

“Yes Sir…”

Flicking the vibrator on, he pushes it right up against your clit, causing you to instantly throw your head back.

“Please~ not there! Not- FUCK- NOT THAT QUICK! T-TURN IT DOWN!” You plead, your back arching to attempt and relieve your pussy from the torturing pleasure.

With a heavy growl, Bakugou places on hand on your stomach and pushes down, keeping you stiffly planted in place.

“Fuck, look at that. My hands big enough it almost covers the entirety of your stomach!”

You look down and notice he’s right, and for some reason, this sends you over the edge. Your toes curl and your legs convulse as you cum for the second time in under 15 minutes.

“KATSUKI!”

He turns the vibrator onto full blast and he feels his cock beginning to strain against his boxers.

“Mhmh, one more time baby, cmon’ I know you can do it.”

Pressing the vibrator slightly harder against your clit, once again sending you over the edge.

“Good~ girl. What a good slut for Daddy, hm?”

Letting go of your stomach and tossing the vibrator to the side, Bakugou quickly slides his boxers off and pulls his top over his head. Somehow he looks even fucking bigger now, and you fucking love it.

Looking up at his through your tears, you whine once more.

“You’re a whiny little bitch aren’t you? What’re you crying about now huh?”

“S-Sir… I don’t know if I can cum again” You mumble through your fucked out state.

Bakugou grabs either sides of your waist and pulls you to the edge of the bed, nudging your pussy with his cock. Just by that small contact, you know he’s fucking massive down there. It should be expected though..

“If I say you’re gonna take my cock. You’re gonna fucking take my cock.”

Bakugou bites his lip as he slips his cock inside you, watching intently as your face contorts from tiredness, to pure bliss. His eyes trail down to your pussy as he watches his dick disappear inside of you.

“Fuckkk~” He moans, as he looks up at her stomach and almost cums right there and then. Letting out an also animalistic growl, Bakugou rubs his hand over your stomach and stares at the stomach bulge. Leaning forward and using one hand to grab your hair and force your head to look down at your stomach, he screams.

“Look. LOOK! Can you see that? That’s me inside of you Princess. Yeah~ you’re right where you belong, below me. Holy shit-“

Slowly, he puts his hand back on your waist and begins pumping in and out of you, picking up speed the more you moan.

“FUCk! You take me so well Princess! I’m gonna mould your pussy so only I can pleasure you. Yeah? You’d like that? Course’ you would you fucking slut.”

With each word Bakugou thrusts harder and harder, indulging in the way you throw your head back and cry his name out.

“Please~ PLEASE.. KA- KATSUKI PLEASE LET ME CUM!”

“Mhmh, cum. Cum for me beautiful.” Bakugou whines, throwing his own head back as you both cum together.

Panting, he pulls out of you, licking his lips at the sight of his cum leaking out of your pussy. Sighing with pleasure, he picks you up and places you under the sheets on his bed, climbing in beside you and rubbing the side of your face.

“You were so good for me.” He mumbles.

“So… are we, a thing? You don’t care about my age?” You look up at him, fear in your eyes.

He holds back a smile and kisses the tip of your nose.

“No sweetheart, I don’t care. You’re mine now, besides, Clementine already loves you.” Bakugou chuckles.

…

Thank you for the request! This was my first time using a Size Kink prompt so I hope I did it some justice at least 😭.

I hope it met your expectations!

P.S. I’ll be filling out my other requests very soon :)

[lokorum]

Your art so surreal, did you take inspiration from African masks it’s amazing. You have probably gotten this question before but what’s your process and how do plan these beautiful pieces out. I am a beginner artist and would like some advice on how start doing digital painting.

thank you for bringing me back from the dead with your kindness, (i was so sad today ughhhh i think watching vampire diaries starting to affect me hjkhjk), i really, really deeply thankful that you spend your time to write something so sweet (also sorry it took me literally ages to reply phphp THE USUAL)

yeah, in buryatia shamanism like the big thing, so when i went to search what's out there in the masks department - google's mess of the results for once was helpful and showed this massive collection of beautiful african masks. the one that was inspo for tiisha lived in my head rent free for weeks before the character was even born phphph now i cant even imagine her without it 

(here is little tiisha for you before i'll proceed to be not helpfull phphphph)

oof advices are not my strong side , like..........my process mostly is just sleep through the whole thing i guess..........................i very rarely do sketches, i hate study anatomy and perspective, drawing cubes makes me physically sick etc etc my approach to drawing were "fuck around and find out", always about chill and fun and barely ever about learning. imho thats why im so shitty at drawing simple things but not bad at coloring. so yeah, my biggest advice always and forever will be - be gentle to yourself, please

digital or traditional or whatever else is out there, dont forget you make it for yourself and for yourself only okay? it supposed to be fun, not sad tiring and competitive 

advices for digital specifically tho - very objective, apply with caution

learn all the keyboard shortcuts, ideally to press them without thinking 

explore more instruments than just brush. it will be tedious and sometimes feel like a chore so mb pick one victim once a month and browse youtube for a stuff like SECRET ULTIMATE TIPS ABOUT MAGIC WAND TOOL THAT WILL SAVE YOUR LIFE (they indeed will save your life) 

check if your drawing program has artboards - turning it on will give you more freedom over canvas positioning  and your refs will always be there and not in the separate window 

idk about others but using auto tone, auto contrast and auto color often gives me well needed perspective on what im doing 

in 99% cases be sure that you can reanimate even the most messiest artpiece you ever did. working in digital gives you the chance to mess with shapes, colors and perspective at any time so if you dont want to gave up on something - you absolutely didnt have to

from time to time while you are still learning - go out there in the wilds and search for the new brushes. tweak with them if you want. i have like ~500 and i use 6 max, but those 6 i found by at some point trying to draw with all of the 500

MADE. BACK UPS. and i mean not like save layers just in case before merging them (tho that's too will help) no, i mean click SAVE AS once an hour and create A NEW FILE. PLEASE. i lost so much stuff to sudden power outage. its never pretty and you loosing will to work for days

watch at least one tutorial about the whole rgb srgb and cmyk thing - i did, understood not a thing, but at least im not playing dora the explorer with my colors after the export now 

uh idk think thats it? tried to think about those that id hope i knew when i started so hopefully something will help 

have fun with your drawings!! 

[unreleasedwrites]

Love your writing!!! Could I request a fluff scenario with jake kim? Thank uu💕💕

Baking Shenanigans

“F’me?”

summary: You and your boyfriend are spending the weekend at your place. When you two were suddenly craving for something sweet, so you guys make the choice to try baking a strawberry shortcake using a highly reviewed recipe you guys found on the internet. Surprisingly, it went as you two hoped and tasted delicious.

character(s) included: Jake Kim x fem!reader

cw: fluff, cheesy pickup lines, teasing, flirting, idk much abt baking I just googled a recipe and the storyline follows the steps, jake is tall therefore you guys have a height difference, mentions of knives but its just for slicing strawberries, blushing/getting flustered, jake and reader are in an established and healthy relationship, nicknames or petnames like babe, kissing, waist holding, sLIGHTly just SLIGHTly suggestive at the end but not really so dw, there may be a few typos or grammatical errors so mb about that i didnt read too thoroughly

unwrapped on: Wednesday Morning, December 20 2023

wrapped up on: Wednesday Night, December 20 2023

published on: Thursday Noon, December 21 2023 (at around 12 PM)

“While you’re cutting up the strawberries, I’ll go ahead and preheat the oven!” You stated. “Oh- And I’ll also get our ingredients for the dough and some other materials we’ll need.” You added.

“Got it, shortcake.” Jake replied.

“Hey.. Just because were baking a strawberry shortcake, it doesn’t mean you should take the opportunity to give me a new nickname!”

He laughed in response as he swiftly sliced the fresh strawberries.

“You’re a natural in using knives, I thought you were more of a close combat kinda guy.” You mesmerized his hands slicing through each strawberry smoothly, glancing at the tattoos that trailed his arms.

“Well- I am, and I never really use knives. I rarely cook and it’s not my style to just stab my way through a serious match.” He shrugged.

You went ahead and got the different materials you guys needed to make the strawberry shortcake. You then took a stroll through the kitchen, from cabinet to fridge, to collect the various ingredients you’d be using according to the recipe you guys are following.

“Alright-y! I’ve got everything we were missing.”

“You’re the only one i’m ever missing,” he said as he turned towards your flustered face.

“Oh shut up, I’m right here. I always have been, and I always will be.” You replied as you got on your tippy toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek then added, “Look at how the tables have turned.. You’re the one who’s fluster-” You added before he cut you off and kissed you on your lips for a good 5 or so seconds, which made you even more flustered than you already were beforehand.

“Well would you look at that! Little miss’ no longer flustered has her cheeks as red as these strawberries,” He teased as he brought one down to your lips and fed you it. “Hmph,” was all you said in return because you knew you wouldn’t be able to top that. Which in the end, only made him chuckle.

You guys started to open the ingredients and put what’s required in the bowl you put out for the dough. Once you guys finished doing so, you mixed the dough mixture and proceeded to knead it for about a minute— which your boyfriend was the one to do so since he’s really strong anyway and wouldn’t struggle one bit. After lightly coating it in some flour, he rolled the dough into the specific thickness that was instructed and stated on the said recipe.

“Now that we’ve finished rolling the dough, we now need the biscuit cutter!” You said joyfully as you looked up at your boyfriend.

“Right! I’ll go get that for us.” He paused as he opened your cabinet with all of your tools for baking and cooking. “..What exactly does that look like..?” He added.

You laughed and walked to his side to assist, “It’s that one, silly.”

“I knew that! ..Obviously, I just wanted to see if you did too.” He laughed and so did you.

Once you guys had cut your dough into two thick circles, you went on to quickly melt some butter while your boyfriend was lining up a baking sheet for your guys’ tray. After only a few seconds, you took the butter out and greased up the baking sheet using your good ol’ brush. Once Jake placed the dough onto the tray with the greased up baking sheet, you brushed them up with some of the remaining melted butter in your bowl.

“I think its time!” You announced.

“..For you to give me a kiss?” He teased.

“Uh-uh babe. My lips are locked, but maybe later— If you can crack the code, that is. But for now, lets place these in the oven for about 12 minutes.”

“Awh,” he pouted and gave you his best puppy eyed look (although he doesnt even have to try), “Cmonn~ I promise I’ll control myself and I wont smother you in kisses like last week, pretty please” He pleaded, “with a lil’ strawberry on top?”

“Hmm..”

“Pleaseeee”

“Alright Alright!” You finally gave in as you put the tray into the oven, right after you set it to the instructed temperature and time.

Before you could even give him the go, he already grabbed onto your waist, clinging onto your body like a koala with its favorite tree. He started planting kisses all over your head and neck, down to your collarbone and shoulders— which were out in the open since you were wearing a very loose off shoulder top along with shorts.

“Babe-! You promised you’d control yourself!” You tried to speak out, but it was slightly muffled since he was too busy kissing you all over, especially in places he knew you were ticklish in— which caused you to keep laughing, ultimately forgetting you were trying to stop him in the first place from getting away with his little acts.

Twelve minutes finally passed by and you two heard a ding, signaling it was ready. So you guys made your way to the kitchen and you took out some mittens and grabbed the tray from the oven.

“Ta-da! They aren’t raw and they aren’t burnt at all! Its perfect!”

“I never doubted us for a second!” Jake spoke sarcastically.

“Well when you say it like that, I dont believe you one bit..”

“All we need now is the cream, I’ll place everything in the bowl and I’ll also mix it, could you prepare the strawberries and grab a plate with utensils so we could plate it right after?” Your boyfriend said as he looked at you with his wholesome smile you can’t get enough of.

“Will do!”

So then Jake got the remaining ingredients for the cream and made the mixture altogether, while you got the plate and a fork right after you prepared the strawberries your boyfriend was slicing earlier.

“I’ve got the spatula (for baking) here, so let’s place the cream.”

“While you do that, I’ll place the strawberries in the lathered cream,” you replied.

After finishing up the cream with strawberries on the second layer, which is also the last, you topped it off with some tiny bits of strawberries while you snacked on the remaining ones.

“We’ve finally finished!”

Jake grabbed a knife from the utensils drawer and took the fork you placed on the counter beforehand, he then sliced through the cake. “Say Ahhh~” Your boyfriend said as he lifted it up towards your lips.

“Ahhh” You opened your mouth and your boyfriend fed you the slice of cake, “How is it, babe?” He asked as you chewed your food.

You nodded in approval in a positive look, and once you finished the food in your mouth— you replied, “It’s the perfect amount of sweet! It’s not overly sweet but it isn’t missing any flavor either, here- you try!” You sliced through the cake and placed it on the fork you two were sharing, “Say Ahhh~”

“F’me?” Your boyfriend said with a hint of rasp in his voice,

“Yes sir~” You replied and brought the fork up to his lips.

“Ahhh~” Your boyfriend opened his mouth after he chuckled in amusement from watching your precious reaction to cake.

Your boyfriend smiled in approval and gave you a thumbs up. You then took some of the icing/cream on top using the fork and ate it. You hummed and your boyfriend said, “You’ve got a lil something, babe.” You turned up and looked at him with a confused look and mumbled a little “Hm?” in response.

“Here let me get that for you,” He then grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a kiss, all the while you still had a bunch of the icing in your mouth, which he started to help you with. You got insanely flustered, again. Despite this being such a regular occurrence, you’re always so flustered whenever it happens.

“So did I even have a little something? Or was that just my jake’s little excuse?”

“Believe it or not, you actually did have some icing on the side of your lips, which I cleaned up! So, your welcome~” He said with a smirk.

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say.” You scoffed.

“How about we go watch a movie, What do you say? Your boyfriend suggested.

“What movie?”

“How about this romantic movie I heard about last week?”

“Of course its romance again, huh?” You scoffed sarcastically.

“What can I say? I am a sucker for romance after all.”

notes: I HAVE BEEN GONE FOR SO LONG AND I AM SO SORRY😭 Its not like I just forgot about what I was doing here, I just got really busy with school and all the exams and everything.. I’m so sorry for disappearing out of the blue, but I have been going back and fourth in the works in my drafts, because I have been trying to finish some one’s request but it just keeps going NOWHERE. and I have literally restarted twice when I was already halfway because I really wasn’t happy with how it was going and i am struggling to get it done 💀 I hope this is good and since the pattern of my posts are fic-drabble-fic-drabble-fic-drabble/answering an ask-and this fic, I will be start working on a drabble of multiple lookism characters, im not yet sure what scenario I’ll be doing but yeah.. and to the anon who made the request about Gun, im really trying to work on it im so sorry its been almost 3 months.. 😭😭 ALSO, TO THE ANON WHO REQUESTED THIS, im sorry it took so long as well and since you just said a fluff scenario, I figured i’d go ahead with my idea to make my post about baking shenanigans a series, so yall can request a character for that

- With or without proper credits, please don't try to steal or claim any of my works as your own

I genuinely appreciate opinions, feedback, likes, and reblogs

Once again, I hope this isn't too bad for all of you that likes Jake or lookism, and I'll be doing more characters in lookism 🫶🫶

[separatist-apologist]

Hey MB<3 I just keep rereading your fics over and over and they hit everytime (like seriously they itch every scratch in my brain), but just wondering, do u have any elucien fics on your tbr rn, or recent ones that you recommend? I'm mostly looking for canon compliant bc that is crack to me but im not too picky, just looking for recs!

I ANSWERED THE WRONG ASK god kill me right now

You're so sweet. Sorry it took me so long to write this- I wanted to put together a good mix. I hope you like them- these are just one's I've read, there are more on @elucienweekofficials list of multi-chapter fics set in canon, too!

This is long so I put it beneath a cut. I tried to mix on-going fics with completed fics and not recommend the same ones I always do. If anyone finds this list helpful, be better than me and leave a review

I Believe The Word You're Looking For Is Friends by @kingofsummer93

Elain Archeron and Lucien Vanserra are haunted by ghosts of their past, unable to move forward, unsure where they belong.

Together they come to an agreement. He'll teach her everything he knows about Prythian. He'll take her anywhere she wants to go.

In return, maybe she can just stop slapping him so much.

All You Have Is Your Fire by @clockwork-ashes

'I can hear your heart beating through the stone.' For the briefest of moments, Lucien wondered if his mate would know exactly when his heart’s steady rhythm came to a sudden stop.

Elain goes to the Autumn Court demanding an audience with the High Lord to save the mate she can barely stand to be in the same room with. She ends up having to stay much longer than she bargained for.

What If I Told You I'm Back by climbingmountains

Come one, come all, it's happening again…Elain and Azriel have been married for ten years. Koschei is defeated, their family is at peace. And if she feels a hollow ache of something every once in a while, that’s just the price one pays for love and duty.

Until she comes home one day to the news that her husband has a mating bond of his own.

OR: I listened to nothing but The Tortured Poets Department for over a month and had a lot of angst to release.

Mockingbird by @avabrynne

After Lucien reluctantly agrees to meet with Eris, he’s shocked when his brother reveals his biggest secret: he has eight-year-old twin daughters. Unwilling to entrust them to anyone else and with Beron's gaze on him more intense than ever, Eris has Lucien swear to protect the girls and take them with him.

When it becomes clear they can’t stay in the human lands even when glamoured to look human, Lucien turns to the Night Court. While it’s easier to handle outbursts of young magic there, Lucien needs help. Enter Elain, who bonded quickly with the twins after their arrival. On top of everything else, Lucien and Elain start to navigate their bond while also finding out a few more secrets, like who Lucien’s actual father is. It's an Autumn and Day Court family drama Elucien and ErisxOC fic!

ACOWAR (Eluciens edition) by @crazy-ache

One moment. All it takes is one singular moment to change the trajectory of fate. Following the events of Hybern, everything changes when Lucien instinctively grabs his mate—Elain Archeron—and brings her back to the Spring Court with Feyre and Tamlin.

In the midst of war and ruin, Elain and Lucien will have to face the bond that connects them together if they hope to survive the unintended consequences. To do so, they’ll have to prevail through games of deceit, powerful forces of magic, and deadly enemies. And hope their hearts survive the journey.

A retelling of A Court of Wings and Ruin (ACOWAR) and a Canon Divergent AU.

A Court of Ash and Sunlight by aturner1205

“I know you’d rather not get help from me. I know you’ve rejected our mating bond and I’ve accepted that. But I still want to make sure you’re safe.”

Her heart twisted in its cage, filling her whole body with icy tears that would not spill.

Tell him. He deserves to know the truth. Tell him.

And because this time the voice inside was hers, because it was strong and clear and right, she did.

“I haven’t rejected the mating bond with you, Lucien,” she said quietly, her chest pounding so loud she could hardly hear the words. “But I think I damaged it, because—because I’ve never felt it.”

The Scenic Route by @bonecarversbestie

Elain grows discontent with her role in the Night Court as she grapples with grief for her human life and powers that she does not fully understand. One evening she accidentally winnows to Lucien's doorstep and he agrees to take her back to Velaris via the scenic route.

Can I Be Close To You by @temperedink

Elain and Lucien have been feeling out their tentative new relationship for a while, and Elain is getting antsy about the slow pace she's set for them. But maybe it's time to take things to the next level.

Set a few years post-ACOSF.

Oceans Apart (Never) by angryramen

Living in the Day-Court with her mate seemed like a damning at first. But slowly Elain started to enjoy Lucien’s company. They conversed together in the Day-Court gardens and slowly became friends. He even promised to charter a ship to take her to the continent, somewhere she’d always wanted to go. But when the time comes to say goodbye…

The Heirs of Fall and Flame by arosebetweenthorns

Eris Vanserra has always been a complicated male. Born as the first son to a tyrant of a High Lord, he was raised on cruelty, learning never to reveal weaknesses. But as Eris' allegiances to his father's court are questioned, his loyalties forming with those across borders, he realises enemies in his own court - especially his father - may be too difficult for him to keep at bay, especially when he inadvertently sets his father's sights onto his youngest brother. Then there's Rhysand's Inner Circle to contend with - one particular shadowsinger that Eris can't seem to avoid... but does he even want to? --- Lucien Vanserra always thought his suffering at the Autumn Court's hands was behind him. But when his father shows a vested interest in him years after banishing him, it's clear he will have to fight to keep the fragile peace he's built himself. All Lucien wants is to be with Elain and begin a life of his own, but when Elain's life is threatened by his father, Lucien learns just how much he has to learn before life can truly begin.

This is a direct continuation of the events of ACOSF. Joint POV of Eris and Lucien.

A Court of Breaking by @aldbooks

A year after the events of A Breaking, Elain feels a tug on the bond and realizes her estranged mate is in danger. Lucien, now returned to the Night Court, wonders if he might have been too hasty in his decision to leave, and if there might still be a chance for him with his mate

Summer Heat by @zenkindoflove

Lucien nodded his head, looking for any cue that he was dismissed. “Got it. Keep everyone in line and try not to make an ass of myself in front of my mate. I’ll see what I can do.”

Summer Court is hosting the Summer Solstice Summit and the Night Court is sending their best emissaries to attend. It will be Elain's first time mingling in another court, and it's a good thing she has an expert guiding her: the mate she's been ignoring for the last two years.

Meanwhile, Eris has been sent to the summit to spy on Summer's developments. What he doesn't anticipate is entangling in a steamy, forbidden romance.

Post-ACOSF, Elucien, Eris x OC, Multi-chapter.

Healer In The Night by @infinitefolklore

Lucien has been away on the continent on a mission. No one has heard from him in over two months. Elain is worried. On a dark and stromy night, he shows up bloody on her doorstep. Elain nurses him back to health.

The Luck Of The Draw by @sad-scarred-sassy

Elain Archeron is determined to end her unwanted mating bond with Lucien Vanserra. She has resigned herself to a loveless life, convinced she will never be able to experience true love without the fabricated weight of an assigned mate.

Her plans take a sharp turn when her mate arrives with a proposition to accompany him on a mission to a foreign court. When no one else believes her capable of succeeding Elain decides to prove to herself and others that she is not as hopeless as everyone else thought.

Only this will mean she will have to face him, and with that all that she has sworn off, battling between not knowing where the mating bond's influence ends and where her true feelings begin.

[xf-cases-solved]

S1E14: Gender Bender

Case: In what is arguably one of the most "why did you write this??" plots so far, our dynamic duo (per Mulder's request, I might add) investigate the deaths of five victims who appear to have, like... been fucked to death? Or something?

Actually I have to interrupt my own summary here, bc I just looked up the Wikipedia page (yes, bc I was trying to remember the state, shut up), and Glen Morgan is apparently quoted as saying he wanted "an episode with more of a sexy edge." How that ended up being this particular episode, I cannot say. That is an X-File in and of itself.

But I digress. People are dying of mb really high levels of pheromones caused by super mind-blowing sex. Sure. Also no one is sure if this killer is male or female. (They somehow manage to not even entertain the idea that any of the victims might have been gay, which I thought was an impressive feat of elephant avoidance.)

ANYWAY. Their investigation leads them to Massachusetts, where a bunch of sci-fi not-Amish people are chilling out doing not-Amish people things. Stuff kind of just snowballs from there. Mulder jumps down into the not-Amish people's ritual cellar with no backup and then proceeds to reprimand Scully for being reckless; Scully (for the first, but unfortunately not last time) almost bangs someone bc she is being manipulated due to some supernatural phenomenon; I laugh A LOT alone in my work office bc I had forgotten the stupid twist ending; and Nicholas Lea is a starving artist who has to take the roles he's offered if he ever wants to be bumped up to recurring character status. Sigh. Hustling the club scene used to be so simple...

Does someone die in the cold open: Yes. He is fucked to death. Or something.

Does Mulder present a slideshow: Yes! Of dead people! Who were fucked to death! Or something!

Does the evidence survive the investigation: The evidence doesn't even stay on this planet.

Whodunit: A horny alien cosplaying as a gender fluid Amish person. No, seriously.

Convictions: Zip.

Did they solve it: No. This is my very first explicit no with no qualifiers. They 1. did not figure out the cause of death definitively, 2. did not apprehend the suspect, 3. lost literally all of their evidence, and 4. the government wasn't even hiding anything this time, they just got outsmarted by some horny aliens and were left with nothing. In fact, I bet they actually know less now than when they started. Failure from top to bottom, guys, good work.

[how do i determine if a case is solved? check the scale here: x]

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General Total Stats:

(green means stat has changed since last ep; red means new stat added to list)

Total Cases *Definitively* Solved So Far: 6 (streak ended. brutally)

Total Number of "Mulder/Scully, it's me" phone calls: 1

Total Number of Times Scully Has Conveniently Not Seen Something Crucial: 4

Total Number of Times Mulder Has Been in Mortal Danger: 5

Total Number of Times Scully Has Been in Mortal Danger: 4 (upped it another half point, bc i don't thiiiink the guy coercing her intended to put her life in danger. he just ("just") wanted to sexually assault her, but also apparently fucking those guys kills you, so. another toss up)

Total Number of Sexually Charged, Uncomfortably intimate, and/or Flirty Moments Between Friendly Coworkers: 8 (for an episode that was meant to have a "sexy edge," it was deeply unhorny all around, even between our good good coworkers. they should have brought back that horny fire expert from episode 12 to bring up the heat, pun not intended)

Total Number of Autopsies Scully Has Performed On Screen: 1

Total Number of Times Scully Plays Doctor: 1

Total Number of Times Mulder Talks to an Informant: 5

Total Number of Times People Making Out in a Car Are Hurt or Killed: 2 (when i made that stat, part of me was like "mb i am misremembering how often that happens, and it won't even come up that much," and then it happened in the very next episode)

Total Number of Nosebleeds: 4

Total Number of Times Mulder Has Tasted/Sniffed/Touched Something Questionable Without Following Proper Safety Procedures: 2 (don't touch and sniff the weird alien goo wall??? i know for a FACT you keep rubber gloves in your pocket)

Total Number of Times Someone Says "Trust No One": 1

Total Number of Times Someone Says "I Want to Believe": 2

Total Number of Cigarettes Cigarette Smoking Man Has Smoked: 2

Total Number of Maggie Scully Sightings: 1

Total Number of Alex Krycek Sightings: still 0, but like, uh... definitely the closest we've come so far

Total Number of Times I Had to Look Up What State the Episode Takes Place in Even Though I Literally Just Watched It: 4 ½ (yeah i couldn't even pretend that i paid attention)

Total Number of Times I Had to Look at an Episode's Wikipedia Page to Fill This Out Because It Was Fucking Confusing and/or Too Boring for Me to Pay Attention: 2 (i didn't need to, but i did read the wikipedia page anyway just out of pure curiosity, bc why did they write that episode? i mean like, i was entertained, which ig makes it a win, but also just... why?)

[thesolaireslawyer]

Not Fair

TW - Cursing, If You Look Hard Enough Slight NSFW,

WC - 1072

AN- well here it is the long-awaited part 2 of David Shaw was paying attention! I hope it was worth the wait{ I couldn't remember if the cat was male or female- mb.. like a slight David x Asher type thing- matching word count was not intended}

It’s not fair. You should be here with me. You should be here. Smiling, laughing, and gossiping with Asher. You should be here! You should be annoying the shit out of me. You should be here. Angel.. I miss you so fucking much. God theirs so much I wish I could say..

But I'm reduced to say it right here. Over a gravestone with your name on it. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come here. Every day is harder than it needs to be. Waking up without you in my arms hurts. My mind likes to convince me that you’re in the living room playing Minecraft. 

Funny enough.. I’ve been playing Minecraft more. I wanted to see what you loved about that game so much… angel the last thing I expected to see when I opened the world biome I started on. Was an entire pack of wolves..

I would have been offended to see the name, Davey.. But now the only thing I want is to hear you say it one more time. Run my hands over your body.. Had I known..God.. I just miss you so much.. Things are so much harder without you.

I haven’t spent the night in the house since your passing. It's too quiet.. The pack has taken to watching over me. Or sleepovers is what they’ve taken to calling it. I'm not the world's smartest man. But I'm not stupid either… even when you’re not here..

Talking to you is easy. It's a bit funny.. You get to meet my mom before I ever did. Micheal stopped by earlier, he couldn’t bring himself to come to the service. And he felt bad about it. 

I'm sure you wouldn’t have minded.. But he did drop off your cat.. The one I said I wasn’t going to take care of. His new partner is allergic to cats.. Originally he was going to give her to us after the trip.. But you know how that turned out.

So he gave her to me. And I’m starting to see why Milo keeps a cat. Though she’s a gremlin just like you…. Were… it’s nice having a reminder of you.. But the main reason for today's visit.. It will be the first day I'm spending the night alone back in the house. 

Of course, asher is trying to come over. He wants to make sure I eat. As if he could properly cook something. The last thing I'm going to let his ass do is burn the damn cabinets again. Though he’s been the biggest help.

He’s even been getting into fewer arguments with Christian.. However, I feel that's more of them building a good relationship. But I don’t know.. I haven’t been focusing on my alpha duties. I took a break from some of the jobs. Milo and Amanda have been covering for me. 

But I know I’ll have to get back to work soon. As much as I wished the world would stop so that I could permanently sit here and cry like I want to. I can’t.. I know I can’t.. I’m an alpha let alone the alpha of one of the strongest packs in Dahlia..

I’ll have to go soon..but I want to say sorry.. I know I wasn’t the best partner.. I was an ass, a prick.. Any name really. It’d probably fit. These words don’t mean much now that you’re gone. But I still needed you to hear them. 

But do I remember the things you have taught me. You’ve taught me things I needed to know. Things I’ve needed to grow. Angel, you still teach me things while you're gone. Your cat teaches me things too. I brought her a bed. But she likes to sleep in our bed..

Or well mine now. I think the reason I’ve been so scared to be alone in the house is because we got it together. It was supposed to be our forever home. But without you it’s quiet. And doesn’t feel like home.. Or at least our home anymore. 

Your memory haunts the place. Everywhere I go in that house. I get reminded of what I lost… what the world lost. I still remember the nights I had to force you to get off of that damn computer. You did so much for me. And yet I can’t return.. The favor… Angel something I’ve come to realize, as time passes..

Yes, I still think it’s not fair you got taken away. From the people you loved and cared about. Yes, it will be hard to live life without you. But.. what you’ve taught me is things will get better. 

I will keep opening up more.. I will keep living. You will never not be on my mind. But your memory has and will make me stronger.. And the pack has my back more than ever.. Sometimes I wonder if that's the influence you had on them..

They most definitely see through my bullshit now. I know that's something you taught them.. You and Ash.. learning to accept you’re gone hurts. It hurts a lot.. But..i know things will get better. Angel.. I love you. And I always will. 

David stands, brushing off his jeans and wiping the tears off his face. It was getting late and he needed to get home. His furry friend would be upset if he was late. He took one long look at the gravestone. Forget-me-nots were growing around it. He laughed a little as another tear rolled down his face. And made his way to his car. As got in the car and went to adjust the rearview mirror. 

He saw a familiar face.. With a matching smile. 

‘’ Good job Davey ‘’ 

And that moment he couldn’t help but break into tears.. And laughs. His angel would do something like this. Or find a way to do something like this. They’ve always been like that. He started the car and that face stayed for most of the ride. They even had a conversation.. Before he had to say goodbye for the final and last time. 

His angel was floating with the angels. And probably telling his mom all about him. As well as gossiping with his dad. Time will heal this wound. But for now, he’s allowed to grieve.

[coveey-s]

solaris

word count: 1.8k

paring: spencer reid x oc (but sorta y/n ish lol)

summary: spencer and ariana go to see a showing of 'solaris' (referenced in season 6 ep 14)

warnings: none?? just fluff lol

i don't really write fanfic this is kinda a one off so mb if this is a bit clunky 🤗🙃

Ariana Striker didn't really watch a lot of Sci-Fi. But ever since joining the BAU about a year ago and befriending a certain Spencer Reid, she knew more than ever before.

She was packing up her things for the night at the office after a case in LA when she noticed him talking on the phone at the desk over.

Ariana heard him mention something called 'Solaris'. What was that? A new planet he'd discovered?

Spencer hung up the phone with an odd look on his face.

"Who were you talking to?" Ariana asked, she couldn't help being curious.

"Emily, I was asking if she wanted to see Solaris in the theater with me, since she and I are the only ones who understand Russian," he answered, putting his phone in his pocket, "But she's busy with Sergio."

Her eyes widened, "Ooh, a new guy?"

"Her cat," Spencer replied, "But I thought the same thing."

"Oh," Ariana laughed, "Anyway, what's Solaris?" she asked.

"It's a Sci-Fi film made in 1972 that follows a psychiatrist sent to investigate the death of a doctor and the mental states of the cosmonauts in a space station orbiting a planet named Solaris." Spencer explained.

"Really? Interesting, a Russian sci fi film." she pondered.

"It's approximately five hours long, it's one of the greatest sci fi mediation films of all time." he added picking up his bag, "Well, bye," he started off.

"Wait," Ariana half laughed.

He stopped and turned raising his eyebrows.

"You didn't ask me about my plans?"

"Oh, what are your plans?" he asked.

"I was planning on eating Ben & Jerry's and watching 21 Jump Street..." she began.

"What's 21 Jump Street?" Spencer asked.

"You've never- you know it doesn't matter, point is the emphasis is on was. "

"What are you doing now?" he rested his hands in his pockets.

Ariana shook her head, "You know what nevermind, it's okay. Enjoy your movie, Reid." she smiled, slipping her coat on.

Spencer frowned, "I have a feeling I'm missing something."

She stepped out from behind her desk and walked towards him, "I was hinting that I could go to the movie with you but it seemed to-" Ariana made a woodshing sound and waved her hand over her head.

"Oh," Spencer said, "You don't understand Russian."

"Y'know for a profiler you seem to be highly confused by my behavior. I'm trying to make a nice gesture, so you don't have to go alone." Ariana motioned vaguely.

"You want to watch a five hour movie in a language you don't understand?"

She had to admit it didn't sound like the most fun, but maybe it could be, with him.

"Why not? I can probably pick up on stuff with the visuals and if you give me a quick explanation of the plot before we start ." Arriana shrugged.

"I can explain on the way," Spencer said enthusiastically.

"Let's go," she replied, patting him on the shoulder.

~~~~~~~

When they arrived she was once again baffled at the way his mind worked, however she doubted if she'd retain all the information she'd heard.

"So what's the probability that there really is a water brain planet out there?" Ariana asked as she grabbed her popcorn.

"I don't think there's an exact probability, but only 0.05 percent of the galaxy has been explored so it's possible." Spencer reasoned.

"Wow, you don't have an exact stat for something?" Ariana teased, popping a piece of popcorn in her mouth.

"I know," Spencer said sadly.

"Popcorn?" she offered, pointing the bucket at him.

He shook his head.

"More for me," Ariana said happily.

The theatre was small and old, it still had the light box lettering on the outside and little red seats on the inside.

They took their seats in the back, despite Spencer's point that the best seats were technically in the middle.

"But back here, you get to see the full screen, and you don't get people hitting you in the back." Ariana remarked.

He seemed to accept that and settled into his seat as the beginning credits began to play.

Ariana pulled off her coat and leaned back. She glanced at Spencer who's brown eyes were trained on the screen.

Just as she looked away she felt his gaze on her. Ariana peered at him through the corner of her eye, and neither of them looked away for a moment. She smiled and he smiled before she focused her attention on the movie, hoping she wasn't blushing like a school girl.

The movie was interesting, but her sleepless nights at the hotel the past few days were finally catching up to her and she was struggling to stay awake.

She was abruptly pulled out of her daze when the movie stopped for an intermission. Thank god, she needed to stretch her legs and wake herself up.

Ariana stood and stretched her arms over her head, "I could do with some fresh air, come on."

Spencer followed after her into the cool night air.

"What do you think of it, the movie?" he asked.

"Good, very Russian." I answered.

He nodded and his mouth fell into that flat line like it always did.

Ariana thought for a moment, "You know what I can do? I'm really good at catching food with my mouth," she clapped her hands together.

Spencer looked at her puzzledly, "What?"

"You know, people throw peanuts or something and people catch them in their mouths?" she threw a piece of popcorn at him.

He watched it fall, "I see,"

"Here," she shoved the popcorn bucket into his arms, "Throw a piece, I'll show you."

"I have terrible aim," Spencer added matter-of-factly.

"Try your best,"

He threw a piece of popcorn in the air and Ariana successfully caught it.

"See," she said between bites.

Spencer laughed a little, "Cool."

"Now, your turn," Ariana took back the bag.

"No, I'm okay," he insisted.

"Just try, I'm gonna keep throwing popcorn at you until you do," Ariana threatened.

Spencer shrugged, "Okay, I'll give it a shot,"

She threw it up and he surprisingly got it, "Wow you're a natural, I've been honing my skills for years." Ariana smiled.

"It's more physics than physical ability, but thank you," he said earnestly.

"No, you're the chosen one." Ariana chuckled.

Spencer did too and they continued throwing popcorn until intermission was over.

Once they returned to their seats Ariana prayed for the strength to stay awake for another two and a half hours.

It didn't work.

Five minutes later, Ariana was out.

Spencer turned to her to see her fast asleep, head half resting on the back of the chair.

He laughed to himself and just watched her for a moment, she really was pretty. But of course that didn't matter. Spencer cleared his throat and shifted his arms against the arm rests.

Approximately fifty five seconds later, Ariana slumped down further, and her head rested against his shoulder.

Spencer's eyes widened, she was still deeply asleep, and her head was on his shoulder. Her head was on his shoulder.

He was never overly touchy, but his team was the exception, often sharing hugs with them. And Ariana, she gave great hugs.

So there was no logical reason as to why her head on his shoulder was distracting him so much. But it was.

He made an active decision to not focus on the warmth of her body against his or the smell of her conditioner, he would miss the movie.

For two hours and twenty eight minutes, Spencer didn't move his left arm, and found it to be quiet numb.

The movie ended and Ariana was still slumbering so Spencer made an attempt to wake her.

"Ariana," he muttered, "Ariana, the movie is done."

She stirred and then opened her eyes a little, squinting at the light. Coming to her senses, Ariana shot up.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to," she motioned to his arm.

"It's okay," he said quietly, flexing his hands, trying to get blood flow back.

"What happened? Is the movie over?" Ariana looked around.

"Yes," he answered.

"Oh, Spencer, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," she said, rubbing her face, "I'm just a bit sleep deprived."

"Don't be, you got some sleep and I enjoyed the company." Spencer concluded, standing and grabbing his jacket.

"I suppose that's true," Ariana said as they exited the theatre.

"You've got a pretty comfortable shoulder," she added.

"Thank you," he said contently, "You've got a...nice head..." Spencer scratched the back of his head.

She chuckled at him, "Thanks. We should do this again sometime," Ariana proposed.

"There's a showing of Silent Running next week," Spencer replied.

"It's a date." she winked.

Spencer smiled at the ground.

"So," Ariana nudged him, "I gotta know how Solaris ended."

"So," Spencer began.

[lumnries]

HIII can i request kyle w a s/o thats like into fashion and is like soo sassy ? like when kyle wears an outfit he thinks looks decent she’d be like “what r u wearing…😦”and basically judging anyones outfit she comes across ITS SO FUNNY TO ME 💀💀

┆．pairings kyle broflovski x fem reader

┆．synopsis sassy reader who’s into fashion

┆．cw not proofread

✉️... HELLO??? i love helping my friends with their outfits so 😈😈😈 SRRY THIS WAS LATE this is the only req i’m doing 2day so… mb i don’t think this is what u wanted good but i’m busy & just wanted to do this!!! he’s aged up

he def helps you pick out clothes or it’s the other way around HE DOES NOT KNOW WHAT’S OUTDATED 😭😭😭

HONESTLY??? he loves it when you criticize others outfits, even when it’s him because he finds it cute when you talk about being able to style shit better

1:50pm. you & your boyfriend have been purchasing clothes for hours now. you’ve been suggesting to get him new clothes ever since you saw his closet. you couldn’t just continue on with your original plan going to a cafe, knowing his closet was full of outdated things. he didn’t mind, he was happy just going on a date with you but he really didn’t understand how you could try on all these outfits without being tired. “so? which are you most comfortable with?” you ask. “pick what you think fits me the most. they’re both comfortable.” he replies as you hum. “i’ll buy the both of them.” you smile as he follows you to the counter & pay with no care in the world. he’s a bit concerned if you ask him, you’ve paid for all his clothes this whole time & you guys already have more than 2 bags.

“this should be enough. stop spending your money.” you leave the store before adding on. “i just need to replace everything in that closet of yours. i love you but i think i’ll get a heart attack if i see any of your clothes again.” you can see the crimson red hue in his face and giggle. “i’ll stop for today but you better stop wearing whatever that is after this.” you point to his current outfit. “the colors make you stand out, but the outfit itself is just horrible.” you shoot him a horrified look to which he chuckles at. you wander around a bit more before you turn to him.

“WAIT, WE FORGOT SOMETHING IMPORTANT.” you stop in your tracks as you look back only to see him with a confused expression that plastered his face. “your wallet? maybe your brush? what is it? should i check the bags?” he instantly fumbles around the bag trying to search for something. “accessories! i didn’t buy you any accessories!” you whine. “wait what?” he pauses and stares at you, you take this as a chance to continue. “we need to go back and buy you a few things, maybe a bag, or some jewelry! i don’t want the outfits to look plain on you.” he seems to calm down as he finally gets what you mean. “do we have to?” you nod as you point at somebody behind him. he wonders why you were pointing at the person until you speak up.

“you see her? i can’t even describe how bad her outfit looks, it’s like i’ll really have a heart attack this time but if she layered a black top and wore a bit of jewelry she could’ve looked at least decent.” he quickly lowers your arm & tells you to not say that as he worries somebody might overhear you. inside, he’s just laughing because he can’t deny that it’s somewhat true as the girl looks boring. not wanting to cause any possible scenes, he grins before agreeing to buy accessories with an agreement that he pays.

[kroosluvr]

i think generally id call myself a lighthearted person - or, i think that's how people see me? maybe not here because i tend to get pretty heavy here wwwww but yeah. i think. quick disclaimer theres nothing to worry about me. (?) my circumstances have kind of made me into a worrying, lethargic, pessimistic person but i try not to let that seep into friendships or any social interactions, keepin it to little vent posts like this or art. im all past the deepest trenches of my depression (FOR NOW i guess LMAO) so now its just a lot of weird nostalgic sadness, this new kind of depression (i guess?) that im not really equipped to deal with

its totallyyyy obvious to me and maybe to others too but i definitely do project all of these things onto royal trio mb. and it WILL happen again!!!

IN SUMMARY. thank you! for! liking! my! art!!!!! it genuinely means more than you could ever know or that i could ever, ever truly express. i really mean it. i could never ever ask for anything more than people liking my art im so serious. especially since ive been so emotionally charged and raw with how i write comics, draw em, the whole works. to see people embrace my art and writing with open arms really blows me away. i never imagined that i could be someone like that, and god i'm so happy that i am

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

AO3 Tag Game!

Tagged by @mvshortcut :) I'm gonna stick with just this fandom/this account for this one to make it less confusing

How many works do you have on AO3?

44. (Including snippet collections.) For this fandom/account. Far more if you count bi-demon-ium or my old account or my older account or

What’s your total AO3 word count?

Okay this one it won't let me separate by pseud or fandom so you're just gonna have to live with being lumped in with all my MBS and a few other misc fics at "653,461". Didn't get the other accounts though. Man, I'm a mess

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

Okay, well, this one by nature is also not solely for this fandom,

(number in parentheses is number of ao3 works posted)

Ted Lasso (obviously) (44) (including snippet collections)

The Mysterious Benedict Society (116) (also including snippet collections)

Instinct (2) (one is a small snippet collection--)

House MD (1)

Death by Dying (1)

Gravity Falls, technically, but it was one crossover (1)

ditto with The Legend of Zelda (1)

King Falls AM (1)

The House in the Cerulean Sea (6)

Shadowhunters (??? at least 36) (some now hidden/lost)

Professor Layton (1)

The Librarians (2)

The Sandman (1)

The Mentalist (2)

Star Trek (AOS) (1)

Sanders Sides (at least 1)

Miraculous Ladybug (1)

Rosewell: New Mexico (2)

The Dresden Files (1)

That's stuff posted to ao3/finished. There's also, technically,

for stuff I published when I was twelve and I now refuse to acknowledge (not all bc of the fandom but bc the fic was Bad):

Doctor Who

Supernatural

Sherlock

Psych

Castle

Welcome to Night Vale

Avengers

A Series of Unfortunate Events

And then stuff I've written for but never finished:

Warehouse 13

Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency (2016)

Dirk Gently (2010)

SurrealEstate

Zoo (podcast)

Once Upon a Time

Scooby Doo

Person of Interest

The Goes Wrong Show

Spy Kids (???)

Ace Attorney

The Adventure Zone

Criminal Minds

Star Trek (TOS, TNG, and DS9)

Haven

MacGyver

Trollhunters

exactly one (1) joke The Magnus Archives fic

Percy Jackson and the Olympians + The Kane Chronicles + Tales of Apollo

Leverage

Pushing Daisies

The Sarah Jane Adventures

Megamind

Bones

Avatar: the Last Airbender

Lucifer

Some of these are deeply questionable and/or only have like two (2) wips or even posted works at most, but I'm thorough. Also, I will write about almost anything bc my brain loves to process things like this. I may have even missed something

Top five fics by kudos:

Ted Lasso Kisses Trent Crimm On The Mouth (1125)

semaphore (977)

off the handle (719)

linger (699) (nice)

a preacher, a bikini, and a kiss or two (641)

Do you respond to comments?

I really try to, but then I get all in my head about it and/or am really really tired and put it off so long it then feels like it would be weird to respond because it's been forever. However, if there's a direct question or something I want to address/respond to, as in, I have something particularly unique to say or a question to answer, then I'll usually respond really fast

What’s the fic with the angstiest ending you’ve ever written?

Honestly, I'm not a huge unhappy ending person, a lot of the time I'll have a first chapter I was initially going to end really angsty (see ink sunset and make a mess of you) and then added more to fix it at least somewhat. As is... maybe the somewhat unresolved emotional tension (for Ted and Trent, at least, Roy's doing great) in something to get off my chest, the +1 for betrayal's sting / absolution's balm? I have some worse ones in an old fandom on an old account but. meh.

Do you write crossovers?

Not often, but I rotate them in my brain. Honestly, though, I'm more inclined to write a fusion than a crossover proper. And even so, I tend to just be thinking about it rather than actually writing it. I've only written one crossover in recent memory (recently, that is) and it was mostly a joke about a shared actress made into actual angst.

Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

Yeah lmao

Do you write smut?

😏 sure do

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

👁️👁️ not in this fandom

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!! also not in this fandom

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

In this fandom? Trent/Ted. overall? no idea, because recency bias, my all-time favorite is whatever I'm into right now, which isn't really objective but hyperfixationitis.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

:( so many. AND there are a lot of posted fics I want to write a sequel/companion piece for and idk if I'll ever get the energy...

I guess off the top of my head, for this fandom, I'd go with lost sight of (who you are) (motivation died because it's old enough no one knows it exists anymore lkfgjh) and ink sunset (I WANNA FINISH IT I DO I DO I DO)

What are your writing strengths?

I think I can write a really funny string of dialogue, and I'm also fond of fun metaphors, both in the elegant poetic way and in the more Douglas Adams/Terry Pratchett way (which is to say, still potentially elegant but also comedic as hell)

What are your writing weaknesses?

Motivating myself to write anything; being overly self-indulgent

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I'm extremely bad at linguistics in general, so if I must include someone talking in another language in my fic, I think I'd tend to cheat and do italics or some other indication that this is 'in another language' (ie "Where are you going?" she asked in Russian), but that's admittedly a lazy approach. But I also think it's probably better than butchering it with an auto-translator? Also, when people just include the translation in the end notes, even with a link (although that makes it marginally better) it breaks the flow of the story and makes it hard to read. Making an effort to at least match grammar is good (which I would do if it was for longer than a single scene, probably) but I think the best solution is when people know what they're doing and like, have an actual translation with a little html code so you can click on it and it reveals what it means? Or if you're clever, revealing what it means using context around it, but that has its own limitations. So that both like, uses the actual language and doesn't break up the flow. It balances accessibility, flow, and respect for the other language in question well. But you've got to both know what you're doing with the language (either asking someone/hiring someone/knowing the language yourself) and the html (although there are guides for that you'd have to spend time figuring it out + know it exists in the first place to look). And this is fanfiction, something we ultimately do for free in our spare time, so the lazy approach, I think, can be understandable. Maybe not in every context, but it's not worth stressing a lot over in a few random lines or anything, you know? It is really cool when people do know a language well enough to include it properly in a fic, though, it can say a lot about a character or dynamic; and their background(s) and like. it's neat :)

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Ever? Doctor Who. In a shitty little notebook in middle school. Then there was some Star Trek (both TNG and TOS) and Avatar: the Last Airbender and Marvel and such, and then Supernatural (my first smut? extremely terrible Destiel smut. rip) and I think the first thing I ever posted was Welcome to Night Vale? Not sure.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written so far?

Oh, man. I have no idea. Here's a few favorites from this fandom:

matters of the heart

trick & treat

vita nova

melt like this

"second impressions"

"reveal"

probably those time travel snippets, just in general

tagging:

PLEASE, if you want to do this, I'm begging you, tag me in it and do it. i'm too tired to come up with names im so sorry

[odinsblog]

No one loves Saudi Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman more than America’s elite. In recent years, we’ve seen leaders, investors, and celebrities hold out a Saudi exception to human rights in the service of a blurry concept of national interests that requires the U.S. to constantly compromise its values in service of an autocrat. And so MBS has been welcomed back into the establishment fold, and he won over Washington. And now he’s taking a victory lap.

When Saudi Arabia convened a 2018 summit in Riyadh, businesspeople shielded their name tags from view, sheepish about seeking MBS’s money just days after journalist Jamal Khashoggi’s murder. But the stigma has apparently worn off, and big names in finance, tech, media, and entertainment showed up at the Miami edition of Davos in the Desert.

The entire conceit of the conference is that Saudi Arabia can be abstracted from MBS, who is hardly ever mentioned yet remains the unspoken force behind the events. The host, the Future Investment Initiative Institute, a mouthful, is essentially the crown prince’s personal think tank. Session after session offered platitudes and ruminations on the least controversial ideas ever—AI is going to change the world! Climate is important! Sports bring people together! The two-day gathering was titled “On the Edge of a New Frontier,” itself a sort of redundant name. (Isn’t a frontier an edge?)

Yasir Al-Rumayyan, governor of a major sovereign wealth fund that’s currently under Senate investigation, led the proceedings. The Public Investment Fund that Al-Rumayyan runs is the conference’s founding partner and powers its lavish events. That Al-Rumayyan has $70 billion in annual investments to dole out is enough to draw out financial titans, curious entrepreneurs, and former Trump officials.

Jared Kushner, who had grown a beard, was talking about his theory of investing, without noting that MBS’s sovereign wealth funds had reportedly contributed $2 billion to his Affinity Partners. Steve Mnuchin, who similarly snared $1 billion of Saudi funds for his Liberty Strategic Capital, wore a suit and dress sneakers and talked about Israel as a tech hub. Mike Pompeo, in a tie, said that U.S. leadership in the world requires a “stability model” that involves working with “like-minded nations,” though “they’re not all going to be democracies.” Little wonder he rushed U.S. arms to Saudi Arabia as secretary of state as part of an end run around Congress.

Doing business with Saudi Arabia has become so normalized that the CEOs of major corporations and investment firms showed up in droves. There was Accenture’s Julie Sweet, Blackstone’s Stephen Schwarzman, and Thiel Capital’s Jack Selby. David Rubenstein—the billionaire who has played host to President Joe Biden at his Nantucket estate—spoke alongside his daughter Gabrielle. (This year, the Biden administration didn’t send an emissary, but the deputy commerce secretary, Donald Graves, attended in 2021.)

Journalists have kept a distance from Saudi Arabia after the dismemberment of Washington Post columnist Khashoggi, but in Miami the moderators included CNN’s Bianna Golodryga, Fox’s Maria Bartiromo, Bloomberg’s Manus Cranny, and The Wall Street Journal’s Gerard Baker.

MBS has especially used boldfaced names to rehabilitate his standing post-Khashoggi, his crackdown on women activists, and the destructive Yemen war. In Miami, there was a fireside chat with failed Senate candidate Dr. Oz. “Saudi Arabia is, I think, doing some wise investing and shifting mindsets by trying to leapfrog, in some cases, where the West is,” Oz said.

For Gwyneth Paltrow, it was just another fun public event. She spoke about how Goop had “built meaning” for its fans, in conversation with entrepreneur Moj Mahdara, a former adviser to Hillary Clinton. It was particularly incongruous when Paltrow discussed bringing more women to the cap table to fight the patriarchy.

Rob Lowe had some advice for Riyadh’s efforts to break into Hollywood and create its own film industry. “My view is there’s no reason that Saudi shouldn’t be the leader in IP in the same way they’re attempting to be the leader in sports and everything else,” Lowe said. “You need to have someone who can communicate: Why Saudi, why now.”

For all of the glitzy stage management and slick social media branding, at many moments there were fewer than 50 people watching the livestream on YouTube. But what mattered more were the opinion leaders, financiers, and tycoons in the room.

Big Tech was there, too, with Google’s Caroline Yap and Dell’s Michael Dell. Nothing was quite as obsequious as last year’s gathering in Miami when Adam Neumann, Marc Andreessen, and Ben Horowitz—all beneficiaries of Saudi Arabia’s financial largesse—gushed about how MBS is like a “founder,” except “you call him, ‘His Royal Highness.’”

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AO3 Tag Game!

Starting a new post because the old one was getting a bit long!! I was tagged by @mahpotatoequeen <3333

How many works do you have on AO3? 21! Mostly oneshots and one long(ish) fic.

What’s your total AO3 word count? 137,409

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they? One! Two if you count the book and the show as separate fandoms. But it's always been The Mysterious Benedict Society so far. I'd love to write for other fandoms someday, probably Good Omens, but this is where I feel comfortable with for now, both in terms of knowing the characters/story and the tight-knit fandom :D

Top five fics by kudos:

The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Epistolary Bullying Campaign (because of course it is. this was my first crack fic and I wrote it at 1AM when I had an exam the next day. sigh)

5PM Every Evening, On the Dot

46 Fairview St. Apartment 2A, Stonetown

Thank the Stars Above

Time and a Half

Do you respond to comments?

In theory. I love chatting with people about fics - best way to make friends honestly - and I love when authors reply to my comments on their works! In practice I haven't replied in a while, which upsets me but it's more of a time/spoons thing. If I have time and energy I'd rather spend that commenting on one of my friends' fics rather than replying to comments on one of my own fics.

What���s the fic with the angstiest ending you’ve ever written?

I really don't do angsty endings! They're not always happy, but they tend to be bittersweet or open rather than angsty, and even if everything isn't resolved, I usually try to get across that the fic is ending in the middle of a situation and that everything will be okay later (like this snippet). I think the three that come closest are Let Steep Ten Minutes, Keeping Time with Curtain's +1 section, and 46 Fairview St. where it's kind of left open whether SQ will ever go back to visit his father. But again, those don't really feel angsty, just somewhat bittersweet with the hope that things will grow and get better.

Do you write crossovers? I haven't yet, but I'd be open to it! I think it's really challenging to write a good and cohesive crossover and I'm not sure where I'd start.

Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

Nope! Perks of being in a small fandom. I imagine it does happen but I know y'all would have my back

Do you write smut?

Definitely not for mbs. I'd be open for other fandoms but it's not really what interests me the most.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of! I suppose someone might have fed a fic of mine into an AI writing generator which I'd personally consider a form of stealing, but I haven't heard of that happening. Please don't do that :)

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No! I've thought of trying to translate some of my own for funsies, but I'm definitely not at that level yet! Although the lovely @sophieswundergarten has made a few amazing podfics of both my fics and some other excellent fics in the mbs fandom, which I'd consider translation of a sort!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

For mbs I'm more interested in platonic/familial connections, but I suppose I'd say Milligan/Moocho if I had to pick one? I really don't care if they're romantic or not though, I just like them together in any form that takes. For all-time I suppose I'd say Aziraphale and Crowley, though again I'm really not too picky about the nature of that, romantic or otherwise. Perks of being aroace spectrum baybe

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

Never say never! But I do have a longer Curtain Wins AU buzzing around in my brain where Reynie and Sticky "join" him at the end of Book/Season 1 and then work to bring him down from the inside, without getting caught up in his manipulations. That might end up being comparable to Time and a Half in length, so maybe someday when I have an abundance of free time.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I write some banger first sentences :D especially in crack/funny fics

What are your writing weaknesses?

Too many adverbs! Also I get very easily stuck on exposition/beginning/ending/filler parts. I tend to write down the most tense/exciting moments for the fic and then the writing process stalls for the next three months.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

For a real language, I think it can be a great opportunity to showcase a character's backstory/culture. It can also be immersive for the audience - if a character is in a foreign country where they don't speak the language, including pieces of dialogue in that language can help the audience understand how lost they're feeling (assuming the audience doesn't speak that language either)! If you're using a translation source though it can make for some pretty hilarious errors and mistranslations.

I think made-up languages absolutely fuck but I could never include one in my fic because I'd nerd out creating an entire writing, grammar, and vocab system and forget to write the actual fic.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

take a wild guess

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written so far?

absolutely not. top 5:

Time and a Half

46 Fairview St

And Without It One Cannot Start Over

The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Epistolary Bullying Campaign

Keeping Time

Tagging: @binnudacademy (consider this a tag for your main, sorry about the shadowban. free molly 2k24) @ragecndybars @bi-demon-ium @trentcrimminallybeautiful (you pick which <3) @oflightningandstars and anyone else that wants to!!