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noralia20 · 5 months ago

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I still love you (J.P)

Summary: James left due to the war without any hints or warning. But when he comes back, he's scared that the love of his life moved on. His fear come true when he spots you and Amos Diggory with a little boy at a park. Will James Potter find the guts to talk to you again?

Warnings: none really

Disclaimer: I do not own any of those pictures, found them on pinterest

Word count : 4,631

He left. Why you did not know before a long time.

It was less than a year after graduating Hogwarts. You and James, after already three years of relation decided to take a small house in the suburbs of London. You guys met on the train in second year. He had never heard of you but you surely heard of him. It clicked immedialtly with the marauders, and you were also the one who discovered first about Remus' "furry little problem" as James likes to call it. You helped him through anything. You even became an animagus.

James fell utterly and hopelessly in love with you, as you did too. However, it took you guys 4 years to make out the courage to confess. "The four longest years of my life" as Sirius wouldn't stop saying. You couldn't blame him, the poor guy had to see you gush on one another and make him lose his earing by listening to your nonstop description of the other. But that's another story.

You and James were talking a lot about marriage as you one day promised to marry as soon as dropping out of school. But war caught up to your plans and you were now very occupied with the Order.

It was a Friday night, a full moon night to be exact. James forbade you to come with the guys since they were out of wolfsbane. You swore you had a pare bottle in the cabinet but when you went to look for it, it was effectively gone. You knew James and his overprotective side and decided not to argue with him about it. That night he looked awfully quiet.

Y/N: James... You are awfully quiet.

James: Nothing to worry about love. *gets up* I'll take my leave.

He went towards the door, and you followed him. You stopped directly in front of the doorstep while he turned around a the bottom of the doorsteps. He looked even more handsome in the shining light of the twilight. Oh, how much would you give to marry that man right now... He looked at you intensely, with love, passion and somewhat a hint of sadness. You frowned at this last thought. And he noticed, of course he did. He smiles through the unexplained worry painted on his face.

James: 'Be back before you can say "blueberry pie". *turns around*

Y/N: Blueberry pie.

You rushed it out and he didn't have the time to take a step before turning back around. Something inside of you didn't want to let him go. Why does this whole situation seemed like a goodbye, he would only be gone for the night.

James: *smiles* Maybe not that fast... But pretty fast. Okay?

Y/N: Okay.

James: Bye.

You didn't have the time to answer that he already apparated somewhere, probably to Moony's house.

That night you didn't manage to sleep properly until pas 2 am. You had this feeling in your gut that wouldn't go away.

And that felling didn't get better the next day. You waited hours for James to pass the door, waiting to be stitched up. But it never came. Finally, you decided to go to Moony's house. You apparated around 7 pm. The house seemed empty, but you still went towards the door. You had called home, but nobody answered, maybe the boys fell asleep from exhaustion because of the night prior. You knocked not even once that the door pushed open. Revealing a cold and empty house. You checked if you were at the good address, you were. You rushed throughout the house and called for your friends. You tried to call, Lily, Marlene even Alice wouldn't respond to your calls. You went to each of their house, everything was the same. Empty, cold with nobody around. Where were they, they didn't leave anything, not a hint. You had only one place to go to, the old house the black. You arrived at 12 Grimmauld place and recited the spell normally used. You waited, nothing worked. You tried, again and again. Soon falling to your knees from exhaustion, sobbing in your hands. You knew what that meant. You friends were gone, they left you, the Order left you, the love of your life left you. The only people you trusted and loved with all your soul just left without a word, a hint... You were what you feared the most: alone, again...

You obviously realised it was all planned. For the past few days, the interaction with your friends were short. You thought it was for security. But the look that James had the day before told everything, they all planned to leave you, and they succeeded. Why did they leave, you didn't know. And wouldn't for a very long time. That night you cried your whole soul, hugging one of James' favourite shirt to your chest. His smell was the only thing you had left of him, as well as some photos. And promised one thing, you wouldn't fall in love anymore. If you were going to fall in love, you were going with him. Only, James Fleamont Potter.

~2 years later~

You were now 20 and still no sign of live of your dearest friends. With time, you came to the assumption you weren't made to fight by their side. So, you did your research, you arrested a few death eaters, created an orphanage for the children of our dear passed wizards and witches. You offered them what you didn't have since he left: a home. In their eyes you could sometimes see the look of your friends. You still lived in that house James and you bought. You still loved him. How could you not, he was the man made for you. Maybe he was dead, maybe all of them were. That thought kept you awake at night. The mornings your stomach would twist at the new listing of the war victims. You knew that muggles were also being more attacked, so you raised a barrier around your neighbourhood and the orphanage. It was taking a lot of energy but you knew he would have done the same. You lived and became a better person thinking what he would do.

Right now, you were in your office at the orphanage, looking at some photos taken by and of your friends.

You would have given everything for just one day, one day back at Hogwarts. You looked at the photo, smiling at your friends' antics. Suddenly, a knock was heard on your door and a small head peered out.

Y/N: Mary? What is it?

She nervously smiled; she made you sometimes think of Remus.

Mary: There's a lady asking for you outside.

Y/N: Oh, then I should get that. *standing up* Thank you for warning hun, you can go back to what you were doing.

You exited the office, walking towards the entrance, swaying in between children as they saluted you. You smiled in response but your mind was somewhere else, who might that lady be? Just as you were to enter the room the mysterious lady was in, you heard a loud bang.

Y/N: Oh my! Danny! Are you alright?! I already told you not to fly on a broom inside.

Daniel: It's okay Miss Y/N. No mischief made.

"It's okay N/N. No mischief made."

Your eyes widen, the flashback hitting you hard. He said that one day after he ran away on his broom after some prank, crashing in the Gryffindor common room. "James" you whispered.

?: I was about to say the same.

That voice, no it can't be.

Y/N: Lils?

You turned around to see a red head, smiling at you. She looked tired but in a good health. You wanted to yank your arms around her but some invisible force was stopping you from it.

Lily: Hello Y/N.

Y/N: W-What. H-How-

Lily: I'm here for that. But could we talk somewhere more, private.

You guided her through the halls, back to your office. You sat down and offered her a cup of tea. You made like you used to do in Hogwarts.

Lily: You didn't change I see, still 2 sugars and-

Y/N: -One tablespoon of cream. Yeah. So what about you?

She sighed deeply.

Lily: you know, the war the Order...

Y/N: Actually, I wouldn't know because you left me. Without a goodbye, a hint, no you just erased every trace of your existence in my life.

Anger was fuelling inside of you. You wanted answers, you deserved them.

Lily: N/N, you have every right to be angry right now but-

Y/N: Hell, yeah, I do. You come back after two years just saying hi and expect like nothing happened. You know I thought I knew you Evans but clearly I don't.

She winced at the use of that name, and you turned to refill your cup.

Lily: I'm here to tell you that the war has came to an end.

You stopped in your track, no more war, peace, over, no more fear. You turned to her and she nodded, telling me she was saying the absolute truth. Like a wave of relief, your spell of protection broke and you fell to your knees. Lily rushed to your side. She told you everything. When James realised hard times were coming, he wanted nothing but to put you away from danger. And the only way was getting you away from them. So for months he argued with his friends until they accepted his request. The night of the full moon, there was still wolfsbane, James took it from the cabinet, so it was obviously not there when you searched for it. At the same time, evry house of the people you knew was being emptied. When James left you that night, he apparated at Grimmauld place. Lily said she had never seen him so expressionless, so quiet, so pale. He didn't say anything the whole day after that. He didn't do anything but stare blankly at the wall before him. he knew that with one word we would all go back and explain it to you, but he knew he couldn't. Nothing happened until you apparated in front of the place, trying to open it with the usual spell. When you broke down on the floor, James heart ripped apart and he fell on his knees at the same time you did. Never they saw him cry and scream so much. Sirius and Remus had to drag him to his room. James was never the same after that. Only the passion of seeing you one day kept him alive.

Lily: We all decided it was wiser to cut every information about your current life so we wouldn't be tempted. That is until today. Last night, James managed to kill Voldemort. I'm not suppose to be here, we promised ourself that we would wait until the announce of the end of the war would be pronounced. That is after all the death eaters will be arrested. But I couldn't wait, I searched for you, and I'm here to apologise. From all of us.

Y/N: ...Okay, that's a lot to take in... But I do forgive you. I want the other to come and see me if they want to earn my forgiveness.

She looked at you and directly nodded. She embraced you in a tight hug and noticed a photo behind your back. It was one of you and Amos Diggory, you got close when your friends got away and he was sometimes helping you at the orphanage. You absolutely loved his son, Cedric and his spouse. But that, Lily didn't know.

Lily: I have to go before I get caught.

Y/N: I'll help you find your way out.

Lily: Don't worry, I'll find it myself.

On her way to leave, she noticed a ring on your finger. Were you married? What would James say.

Lily's pov

I arrived at Grimmauld place and tried to make my way back to my room. But I was stopped by five guys and two girls, waiting for me in the living room. Shoot busted.

Remus: And where were you young lad?

Lily: I was... grocery shopping.

Marlene: Weird, because I don't see any grocery with you.

Lily: That's because they were out of everything. Sirius: Out of everything ?

Alice: Now come on Lils, the truth please. Where were you?

Lily: Ugh, just don't be mad. I-I was... with N/N.

Even though, she only said it barely above a whiper, they all heard it. James who has been awfully quiet till then, like usual now, was up on his feet. He rushed towards me before anybody could.

James: When, how, is she okay?

Lily: Okay, all of you sit down, I'll tell you.

They all sat down in the living room and I took a big breath.

Lily: She's fine, she's perfectly fine. Still with her tea with two sugars and one tablespoon.

They all smiled remembering the morning at Hogwarts, with you "Y/N tea" as you liked to call it.

Lily: She's the headmaster of an orphanage of deceased wizards and wiches. She's very loving, I can see it in her eyes. She makes me thing about Professor McGonagall when she was with you four boys. She was angry when she saw me, however when she learned that the war was no longer, she collapsed.

I saw James' body tense up and I turned to him.

Lily: Not because she was in a bad health but rather because of shock and relief. At the same time, she released a protection spell, you know that weird spell we haven't been able to identify who it was from, well from her. I explained what happened two years ago. And-

Tears of emotion started to build up in my eyes. Marlene soothed me with rubbing a hand on my back.

Lily: And she forgave me. She said she'll do the same with you if you come to apologise directly to her.

They all looked at each other, tears glistening.

James: Lils, did she tell you anything about me?

I came to the realisation that I had to tell James what I saw.

Lily: James... I think Y/N is married...

James pov

Lily: James... I think Y/N is married...

The words kept spinning, weird the world too. Suddenly I felt Pads' hand on my shoulder. I saw him mouthing my name but no sound came to my ears.

Remus: -mes... -ames... James!

I snapped my head towards moony, I don't know how but I was back on the couch.

Marlene: He's in shock.

Remus: James, can you hear me?

James: Y-yea, moony I can. No need to shout.

Padfoot: You scared us there, pal.

James: She's married...

Lily: James-

James: I have to see her.

Remus: James I don't think that's a good idea.

James: Lily, tell me where is she?

I took her by her frail shoulders.

Lily: I-

James: Where in the bloody hell is she?!

She flinched at the raise of my voice. She looked at my eyes, looking any signs of reason inside of me.

Lily: *sighed* XXXX.

James: Thanks, Lils.

I kissed her cheek and directed outside.

Lily: But I still don't think that's-

She didn't the chance to finish that I was already gone.

Nobody's pov

Marlene: He'll never listen, will he?

Sirius: That's James we're talking about. What were you expecting.

Lily: But I never said I was sure! I just saw a ring on her finger and a photo of her hugging Amos-

Frank: Amos? As in Amos Diggory?

Lily: Well, yes...

Frank: He had a crush on her during fourth year, but I didn't see it going that far...

Remus: Now's not the time for that, we have to get James before he does something really stupid. You stay here, Wormtail, Padfoot, let's go.

With that, they all apparated near the orphanage.

James: She's not here, where the hell is she?

Sirius: Wow, easy Prongs.

Remus: Maybe she's back at yours and her appartement, Lily told me she did not change.

James: She didn't?

He shook his head. Before they could protest, James was already gone, and they followed.

They all appeared next to the small house. James hurried himself to look through the windows. Everything was pitch black, nobody home. Where were you? Did some death eaters catch you? He was pulled away from his thoughts when he heard some giggling. He transformed into his animagus form, Sirius and Peter did the same while Remus hid behind a bush. They all walk slowly to the source of the sound, they had to go through a group of trees, a little forest. When they emerged out of it, what they saw broke James' heart. Here you were, in the small park you and James dreamed of playing with your children there. Except that you were with the one and only: Amos Diggory. Laughing with a ring on your finger.

But that wasn't the only thing. You were laughing with a little boy, not older than two. He looked very much like you, same eyes, same smile. You were married and with a child. You made James' worst fear come true, you moved on and realised your dreams, without him.

Y/N: Cedric! Come back here, you little munchkin!

Cedric? So that was the name of your son? He couldn't hate the child, after all he was half part of you. He heard Padfoot whimper, signalling him it was better to go. They changed back and without a word being said got back to Grimmauld place. As soon as they got there, James went up the stairs locking himself in his room, his friends calling after him. but what could they do, they all saw the same thing, you were happy, with someone else.

This situation lasted three months, James wouldn't go out of his room except to shower and go to the bathroom. His life was definitely over. By trying to protect what was the most important to him, he lost it anyway. And the worst part was that when he would go out, he would hear about how his other half is so happy.

On the other side, everyone went one by one to apologise. They did not stumble upon the fact that you were married, as your relationship was a bit fragile with all those years missing. But with time it got back like it was before. Except for one thing, James never came, and you didn't know why. War was over, he could go back to you. So, what was stopping him? Maybe he moved on, realised you weren't good enough for him. You didn't dare to ask your friends about it, until one day.

You were all at the orphanage, one night when all the kids were asleep. You were drinking fire whiskey while going through some album of you guys early years at Hogwarts. It had come an occurrence for them to pass by the orohanage, no much that the kids started to call them: Auntie Lily, Uncle Moony, Dadfoot...

Sirius: Oh, my lord, I remember that day. You turned Prongs' hair green just before a big game for revenge about one of your favourite sweater being ruined by his pranks.

Silence was made at the mention of Prongs' name. Marlene cleared her throat, closing the album in her hands.

Marlene: What about you N/N? when are you going to show us some pictures of the wedding?

Y/N: T-The wedding?

Marlene: Oh don't act fool now N/N. We all already know.

Y/N: What are you talk-

Lily: Ouh, ouh, yes. And I want photos from the day Cedric was born, with al the pregnancy. Who's his godparents by the way.

Sirius: I bet it's me, right N/N?

Remus: It would certainly be me.

You watched in horror as they argued about Cedric's godparents. You were his godmother, what were they on about?

Y/N: OoOkay, guys, GUYS. *all stopped* I don't understand a word you're saying.

Lily: Sorry, we just want to see some pictures of your wedding and your married life with Amos and your son.

Y/N: My son? Wedding? I'm not married nor that I gave birth to a child.

Sirius: Then what's with the ring, and your relationship with Diggory.

Y/N: That's my mother's ring, I just wear it that way so men would stop to flirt around me. And Amos is just a friend, he helped me build this orphanage. Wait did you really think I married him ? And gave birth to Cedric? Come on, he was born when we were still back at Hogwarts! I'm only his godmother.

Their faces went pale, they all understood and made a big mistake. They broke the heart of their deer friend without meaning to. They all looked at each other and nodded.

Remus: I'm sorry N/N, but we have to go, we'll see you tomorrow. Promise.

Y/N:Oh, okay, just be careful on your way back.

They all got home and as soon as they entered the house, the boys were rushing up the stairs, screaming for James.

Marauders: James! Prongs! JAMES!

He was in his bed and woke up in a startle.

James: What, what?

Sirius: She's not married mate.

James: What? *not fully awake* Remus: James Fleamont Potter, listen to us. Y/n is not married nor had Amos' child. We were all wrong.

That time James understood and got up quickly on his feet.

James: WHAT?!

Peter: Please don't make us repeat.

James: So, she never was married. Did she say anything else? Like about waiting for me.

Remus: Uhm, we didn't ask her.

Sirius: We rushed here to tell you.

His shoulders slumped down, how was he sure that you still loved him. you didn't ask about him which was quite fair since he was the one who left. He sat down on the bed and suddenly felt like that teenage boy again. Unsure about the fact that you share his feelings, only now, his friends weren't sure as well.

Sirius: What are you still doing here? Go, go talk to her!

James: I'm not sure Pads, what if she doesn't love me anymore?

Remus: Are you mad, of course she does!

James: Who told you that? How does she react at the mention of my name?

He was right, you always were silent.

Peter: That's normal, you left her and never came to apologise.

James: Exactly Wormtail, That's normal that she doesn't feel the same way anymore.

Sirius: Well then go find out! Are you a Gryffindor or not?

James: No... She doesn't love me anymore. She probably hates me and I don't want to hear it from her.

Remus: Hates you? James, what is wrong with you?! we came here to finally tell you that the woman you love has not moved and you don't pull out the guts to see her.

James: Nothing's wrong, just leave it!

They all decided to leave him alone. For two more weeks, James didn't move much, debating on the fact that you weren't in love with him anymore. he also accepted that you were better off without him because the only thing he managed to do was hurt you, when he swore he wouldn't. While you waited, every hour, every second of everyday, you waited for him to go past the doorstep. But he didn't. you didn't lose, you always had his favourite tea at the ready and waited patiently, like Rapunzel in her tour. That went on like that, the guys telling him to go, James refusing, you wanting, until one day.

James missed you, the photos he had of you weren't enough, but he didn't have the courage to risk and stalk you from outside the orphanage. So, he called home. He did that three times, always hanging up when you responded. The sound of your voice made his heart thump hard in his chest. The fourth time, he called and after three rings, he heard your familiar voice.

"If you're calling for Amos, please be aware that I don't date him. If this is Tuesday night, I'm with the marauders. If you got something to sell, I'm not buying, tuff luck. Anyone else leave a message after the beep. Oh and PS: if this is James Potter, I still love you."

He dropped the phone, ending the call. He couldn't believe what he had heard. You still love him? how? His eyes squeeze sht. He sits on the floor and suddenly jumps up. You still love him, what was he doing here. In an instant, he was rolling donw the stairs. They all looked at him weirdly and were surprised when he disappeared.

He arrived at you house, it was night, and you were here. He banged on your door, he heard a familiar shuffling. You opened the door and air was taken out of his lungs. Still as beautiful as ever, you wore a surprised expression that soon changed into a loving smile.

Y/N: Hello, James.

James: You still love me?

You hummed in question; he repeated pointing toward the phone behind you. you chuckled and without turning back at him you said.

Y/N: Oh, so you heard it, I guessed the one calling was you. Well, yes I still love-

Next thing you knew, James' caught your lips, kissing you passionately.

The world started to spin around you, into this never-ending waltz of love. He was the sun; you were the moon. You were the snitch; he was the seeker. You were Y/N and James and nothing sounded more perfect. You passed you hand through his messy curls, memorising everything as if when the kiss ended, he would disappear.

You gasped for air, looked at each other's eyes. By now, you had spent years memorising every little detail on his face. It was almost like nothing happened, like he was only gone for grocery shopping. But no, he came back after two years. You saving children and him saving the world.

Y/N: Wow...

James: Couldn't say any better... I'm sorry. *tears up*

Y/N: Oh, James... I would have done the same.

You looked at him, and he leaned for yet another kiss. He flinched when he felt you flick his forehead.

James: Hey!

Y/N: That's for coming so late. And don't make that face! What are you going to do about it Pottah?

James: Oh, you're so on missy.

Y/N: Yeah, yeah, keep talking, I'm going inside, it's freezing. Be free to join me... but if you enter, be aware that you're never leaving.

James: I count just on that, I'll have time to think about a little revenge for that flick.

You were already inside, standing in the doorway, you turned and smiled.

Y/N: The rest of our lives.

He grinned just thinking about it, entering the house he planned on building a future with you in. he took you in his arms and rested his forehead on yours.

James: For the rest of our lives, and much, much after.

Thaaat's it. Hope you enjoyed, especially for two specific girls. See you next time, loves <3

XOXO

#james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #lily evans #peter pettigrew #harry potter #marauders #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #gryffindor #fluff #amos diggory

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goosegoblin · 7 months ago

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I am graduating college/university in a couple weeks and I am so scared of everything changing and life becoming dull and lonely and monotonous. My friends who are older have told me it sucks. Would really appreciate any positive words of wisdom or advice or even white lies!!!

hey buddy!!

so i'm not you and you're not me, so i can't 100% promise you anything - the big disclaimer here is that i rather like life being dull AND i did not really like uni lmao, so that might change my stance on things- but holy shit I like not being at uni so much! I like it so much!

i do work and then i'm done with work and i don't have to worry or feel guilty about not revising/ studying! i earn money and then i can spend money on things i want! i have time to figure out who i am and what i like and want without the constant worrying background noise of I Have An Exam Coming Up or I Have To Get This Grade or What Module Do I Pick Next.

i think social things can get a bit harder, but i'm honestly still only close to one person i met at uni (i married him, so that's convenient). the rest of my friends are from work, friends or friends, or similar. i found it way easier to make friends through work than to make them through uni.

when you leave uni/ college you also get a sense of being an adult in a way you didn't before? i think uni is like, a nice transitionary period in that way. you get a lot more freedom but you're also ultimately A Big Kid who can Get In Trouble. you cannot Get In Trouble now. if you don't like your job you can hit da bricks! you don't have to be Grateful For Opportunities or any shit like that- you're an adult, and you are an equal.

as for it getting monotonous, that's kind of totally up to you. i'm not going to act like things like money and location aren't huge huge parts of this- if you have to work long hours to afford rent, it's going to be hard to find the time or motivation to take part in hobbies- but you are also the captain of your own life and now that you are more of an Adult you have more freedom to get weird in any way you want. i am, once again, a very boring person, but since leaving uni i've gotten more into gaming, DM'd a few DnD campaigns, hosted some quiz nights, developed my cooking skills, picked up various hobbies for various durations of time, etc. one of my friends goes salsa dancing weekly and goes to furry cons. another one of my friends loves japan and technology. you can do whatever you want forever.

the change is scary, granted, but change is always scary. that's how we grow, baby!

also my mental health is one trillion times better not being at uni, and the same goes for everyone i've met ngl

#get in the comments!

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clqveris · 1 year ago

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stock dancing but it's all the fandoms i've ever been in

despite tumblr's accounts being called blogs, this is probably going to be the only "blog post" that I'll ever post. at least in the near future.

it's going to be a long one. disclaimer, it will contain some talk of things like fandom discourse, as well of mentions of Dead Dove topics, so scroll away if you need.

it will also be pretty personal, so I'm not adding all the tags for the fandoms and characters. this is mostly to those who know me.

I'll start at the beginning, in the best chronological order that I can remember. Not by order of appearance in the video, because I kept forgetting what came first when drawing the frames.

My Little Pony (Rarity) and Warrior Cats (Firestar)

These were my very first "fandoms." Before I even went to school, I discovered MLP on the television. I then proceeded to draw those stupid little ponies on the desk and some plastic containers. Thankfully it was with pencil, and not on any important containers and whatnot. Very glad I'm not a brony now, and very glad there was a human version so I didn't have to make a pony awkwardly dance.

Warrior cats was a series I read for a long time. I don't remember when I dropped it, but I just ended up losing interest. It has been stretched out by a lot by now, I believe. Warrior cats was also the first fandom that I "participated" in, by using Amino. Somehow, miraculously, I got out unscathed. By that, I mean no "safe adults" or suspicious people approached me. Not that I would've fallen for it after listening to internet safety week. Firestar is at the end of the animation because, well, it's difficult to make a non-anthro cat dance the same way as people do.

It's funny, because these two are most associated with people becoming furries later on in life, and somehow I am the only one who doesn't take much of an interest in furries within my friend group.

LittleBigPlanet (Sackboy) and Vocaloid (Miku)

LBP wasn't something that I was really "in a fandom" for, but I definitely really enjoyed playing it with my best friend and even made my own username based on it. I remember playing LBP, LBP2, and LBP3, and the disaster that was LBP3 because after finishing the story, none of it would load properly. Tons of surfaces and props would just be missing. Still, it's a nice game to look back on.

I will be honest, this is probably the first Miku I've drawn. Vocaloid has just been a thing in my life since discovering it back... I don't remember when, but the first music that went in playlists of music I liked to listen to was generally made with vocaloid or other voice synthesizers. Miku has always been there, somehow.

*not to be mistaken with AI voice generators, as people actually agree to provide their voice for the voice synthesizers

Marvel (Winter Soldier), Pokemon (Misty), Yandere Simulator (stand in- Vera)

I never drew anything for Marvel, except for the above frame. My family watched it when I was younger, everyone watched it before it started falling off after the infinity stones thing got resolved. The only reason I put it here was because I definitely read fanfiction for it, and definitely thought there was something fruity about america and his best friend. I mean, you find yourself in the future and everyone you've ever known is dead except wait, your best friend isn't, but he's brainwashed and now you have to kill him, so you betray the government and all your new friends instead to try and reach him. Shame that kind of story was stuck in the mcu.

Pokemon was an interesting phase. I drew Pokemon in ms paint, but never any of the humans. I had (still have some) Pokemon plushes and watched the first Pokemon anime on Netflix when it was still on there. I also watched the one with Serena. This was also the fandom that I first discovered porn. And tentacles. So if you ask me why, it's because of Pokemon. It's rather funny, because once again, I seem to be the only one in the friend group who doesn't take an interest in Pokemon anymore.

Yandere Simulator was discovered in elementary school. Because it's been shown that the dev was found to be interacting inappropriately with minors, I have not drawn the protagonist of the game and instead used an OC of mine as a stand in. All you need to know about Vera is that he is not a good person. I used to draw for this fandom back in my Amino days, just a bit, but ended up dropping it because of more and more people pointing out his incompetency. Plus, the complaint that to do anything in game you would have to watch the videos on YouTube, thus making a blind playthrough impossible. As well as his "sex license" comment, which was more than enough to turn me away from that game.

That aside, YanSim was my first exposure to the "yandere" trope- the obsessive, possessive type characters. In the game, it was done in a very bland way, but I like the general idea of the trope. Its influence still drives me towards certain preferences of mine in other fandoms, but I'd rather attribute that to Araki, who apparently popularized the trope with Yukako. I guess this is probably where my interest in "bad things happening in fiction" started.

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared (Sketchbook), Don't Starve (Willow), Cookie Run (Roguefort Cookie)

Initially, DHMIS was going to be my second or third fandom on the list, but I realized that I got into it when I was old enough to have an email address, and not before. Hence, now it's down here. I ended up using that popular design of the human sketchbook to be recognizable. It was an interesting fandom, and also another from my Amino days. I don't know who came up with the idea of the sketchbook and the clock having a love-hate relationship, but looking back on it, they might've been cooking. I remember joining a discord server for it, having my phone get taken away, and then coming back and the server was about the grinch. I also remember that this was the first time I actually interacted with the community and talking to the others within the fandom, since the Amino community was pretty small. I look back at it and cringe, because there are so many things I did for attention. Instead of linking back to a person, I would put emojis around the link with sunglasses and pointing hands saying "This idea came from 😎 👉 this person." All that aside, this is probably where my interest in horror started.

The only reason I remembered that I was technically in the Don't Starve fandom was because I went looking in my folder of drawings and found some there. Then I remembered that yes, I had also read fanfiction for it. Mostly, though, it was a videogame that I played with my family. I ended up using the charcoal pencil brush here for Willow, instead of the pen, to mimic the artstyle just a bit.

Cookie Run is a fandom that I was in, and only get back in briefly whenever Roguefort is in an event. I also first discovered it due to an artist on tumblr who I followed for DHMIS. No idea where they are now because I can't remember the correct spelling of the username. Other than that, I just play the game, which I have been playing since before high school. Now I am out of high school. It was also the fandom that I believe was probably responsible for a good amount of my early art improvement, due to some art challenge where you drew every cookie. Overall, fond memories, but I'd rather not return to the fandom. Too much drama, too many people making big fusses over dumb shit. The Valentine's Day video being an especially dumb one, especially when you consider that maybe, putting in offensive stereotypes contributes to bad perceptions of real life people vs some ship between biscuits. I even remember asking, when I was younger, "Should I ship Pink Choco cookie with White Choco cookie or Hero cookie? I can't decide." Poor little me didn't know about multishipping, and the answer I got was that "Some people headcanon the Choco cookies as siblings, so it's safer to ship her with Hero." Well, now that I'm older, I have decided that I don't have the energy to act like fictional ships anywhere near the same level as real relationships and problems, and would probably ship both were I still interested in the fandom.

Team Fortress 2 (Sniper), Doki Doki Literature Club (Monika), Jojo's Bizzare Adventure (Kakyoin)

Yes, I was in the TF2 fandom. I barely played the game but I usually played as Medic when I did. I also realize that as I type this out, this might have been the original old men thing. Or at least, some of the oldest. I drew them a lot, and I wrote a fic that I orphaned some years later out of shame. It had a werewolf in it for some reason, and was multiple chapters. Although each chapter was only about 1000 words, compared to my current long-term multichapter fic which easily have 2000+ a chapter. Well, aside from that, I don't know why I liked Sniper the most. He throws piss in bottle and I will say, piss is something I avoid if I can. It's in my muted words somewhere.

I never personally played DDLC. I did watch playthrough of it, and seeing people's reactions to some of the stuff was always enjoyable. Yes, Monika was my favorite, and still is. I can't say with certainty why she is, but maybe I just found her the most interesting out of all the characters. This fandom I remember drawing for because this is where one of my OCs originated from, although that character I am only really remembering as I type this out, despite repurposing her.

JJBA. I cannot say that I look back at my time here happily. This is probably where I first started learning about the current state of fandom (ie, Not Good) and getting a bit of personal experience with it. At the time, I did enjoy it. I enjoyed talking in a ship server (A) about it, and another general server (B) about it. It was great and all, until A started blowing up. Which wouldn't be a problem if it didn't have a blacklist of topics that anyone could add to. They're useful in smaller circles, yes, but in large public servers, most things are going to end up being blacklisted. I remember dresses and "positive talk about mothers" being blacklisted, and eventually I got too anxious that I would say something on the blacklist to speak at all. B was okay, and I even tried to get over my fear of talking to strangers in voice chat by joining one during a whiteboard or something similar where everyone draws on the same canvas. I later ended up deleting all 200+ of my messages there and leaving. Why? Because the members of the server did not know the concept of "block and move on." "Scroll away." "Ignore things that you don't like online." A popular artist in the fandom was brought up and the people started trashing on them because of their wedding, which was apparently themed with the favorite JoJo ship. (But honestly, if someone wanted to theme their wedding to a ship I would respect the hell out of them.) The reason I ended up leaving that server was because they started saying stuff like, "It's creepy and weird, because the characters are minors so there's probably something wrong with that person," and implying such things over a JoJo ship of all things. (And, it gets into the territory of the "violent videogames are the cause of vioence" argument. Do you think that because I particularly enjoy using shotguns in videogames because I find them satisfying means that I want to go out and shoot real people with a shotgun? The state of gun control in the US is awful, and if anything, I want less guns.) And, generally, judging things by how "weird" they are rather than whether it harms or helps people is too arbitrary of a measure. Unfortunately, this was far from the last time that I would see serious accusations made on the basis of dumb shit, and now I am doubtful of most callout posts.

Other than that, at least I know all the Jojo references people complain about seeing all the time. Although, now that I'm not into JoJo, I don't actually see that many jokes about it.

Helltaker (Malina) and Weak Hero (Alex)

Malina gets two frames because she unluckily got the one that did not show her face. I can't say I remember much about the Helltaker community, but this was the community that I posted on Reddit to. Since then I have not used Reddit, but it was a good game and people seemed nice, at least from what I remember. Azazel was the one I drew the most, but Malina is a gamer girl, so I chose her for this.

I only remember Weak Hero because I saw that I drew a total of two images for this fandom. I discovered it on Webtoon, and joined a server which I have long since left, and that's all I can remember. Other than that, it was a webtoon with fighting and that's all I can say.

Omori (Omori) and Genshin Impact (Xinyan)

Omori was the first rpgmaker game I actually drew things for, although most of these drawings consisted of Sweetheart. Although I do like Ib and The Witch's House and Corpse Party, I never really went into the fandom. There wasn't much else to it, but the plot of Omori was good and it led me to discover one of my favorite artists, who, unfortunately, has left the internet. I wish them well.

Xinyan is here because she was and still is one of my favorites from the game. I wish she got better treatment from the game, especially gameplay-wise. I haven't drawn much for this game, due to the level of detail on outfits, but I did still play it for two years and read fanfiction for it. Lately I've just been watching videos for the story quest, though. Uninstalling it gave me 50+ GB back of space on my computer. About the Genshin fandom... JoJo may have been my first real bad experience with how online communities are, but this was my first time seeing how widespread it was. Lots of baseless accusations, fighting over headcanons, telling people awful things because they dislike a character... Well, the post that says the best way to enjoy fandom is to enjoy it with a small circle becomes more and more correct.

OC era (Left to Right- Aster @/sepialkali, Lucy @/hattiestgal, Alason @/moonlightguardianmoon, Zion @/sweet-pattycakes, Bisu/Sparrow @/monarch-orien, and Danaus)

For this one I realized that I had leftover blank frames at the end of the animation, and asked my friends for their ocs to fill in. This era lasted a very long time, and started because I discovered Tupperbox. Since then, my characters have become a lot less watered down as I drifted away from roleplay, and most of the things I do with them is just art now. Two of them are getting a sort of visual novel story thing made of them though, if that counts for anything.

Nu:Carnival (Kuya), Stardew Valley (Elliott), Wildfrost (Tusk)

Despite playing this game for a sizeable amount of time, the most I've done for this fandom was read fics and draw an event character once. Somehow, despite the bland gameplay, I have made a habit of continuing to play the game. I used Kuya because he's the only character I consistently roll for.

I first played Stardew Valley a long time ago without mods, and then forgot about it for a few years. When I came back to it earlier this year, I thought it would be funny to install mods that makes characters into crazy yanderes. It was definitely entertaining, although most of them were pretty standard. I will give massive props to whoever made the Elliott one, because they added events and schedule changes and a lot more than just dialogue changes. Anyways, the reason this is here is because I decided, on a whim one day, to start writing a very long fic for Stardew. This was at the beginning of the year, and it is not even halfway through right now. Then I lost interest in the game while retaining an interest in writing the fic, somehow.

Wildfrost I picked up near the beginning of the year. It doesn't have much of a story, and there's little fanart because of that, but the character designs are pretty good. I still play it daily, and Tusk is still a good unit, because it's basically free damage.

Honkai Star Rail (Peepaw Welt), The Greatest Estate Developer (Lloyd), The Coffin of Andy and Leyley (Ashley)

Honkai Star Rail remains on my computer, but I cannot find the energy to open and play it. Each new character becomes its own meta, and the gameplay loop isn't that enjoyable anymore. During the time that I did, however, I had my 50/50s ruined twice by Welt, which is why he is here. Otherwise I would've chosen Tingyun or Yanqing instead. Gameplay aside, I am lucky to have found a good community for this fandom through a ship server, as an almost complete mirror of the previous servers I was in for JoJo. They are what keeps me in the fandom.

TGED was a very short era that lasted for less than a month. During that time, however, I was afflicted by the demons, and drew and even wrote a decent amount (at least for my standards.) Funnily enough, what drove me away from it was the server I was in for it. This fandom is a very small one, and so the server had probably the majority of active fandom members that could speak English. What made me leave was the poor moderation and some immaturity from some members. Links to NSFW fanart was allowed in the same channel as SFW fanart, NSFW conversations wouldn't always be in the NSFW channel... Which, if it was an adults only server, would've been fine, but it is not, and I feel that this server is a genuine safety concern with the NSFW problem.

TCOAAL was a game I watched a playthrough of when it first came out, and then I saw the chaos that happened when it blew up with the release of the second chapter. I personally found it very entertaining, with the way people didn't have a problem with cannibalism and murder and cults until they found out there was an ending with incest, and suddenly the game was a bad game you shouldn't play. Although if you look at the Steam reviews most people don't care because, well, it's only a game. This game also served as a bit of a precursor. I find codependency in ships interesting, but I am only slightly interested in the game. I don't think about it that much, for some reason. Maybe that'll change when more chapters are released.

The S-Classes That I Raised (Han Yoojin)

If you take a quick scroll through my account, you can probably tell that this is my current fandom. Funnily enough, the server that brought me into this was one I joined while trying to get out of TGED. I suppose it only worked because I read it on Webtoon awhile ago. This server is a lot better kept, although maybe it's because it's strictly an 18+ server. As well as that, it's a smaller community within the fandom, because the server's subject is inherently tied to one of the Big Dead Dove topics, so there's a lot less worrying about drama starting over that sort of stuff. To my mutuals, I will not talk about weird dead dove stuff that I'm into unless asked to, so don't worry about it. Some sort of codependency just makes me go crazy. Unfortunately, I was not able to fit him next to another image to make Tumblr make him smaller, and had to remove one of Malina's frames to fit the 30 image limit.

If any of my friends are reading all the way down to here, thanks! I'm very lucky to have you guys as friends, and I hope we can stay friends for a long time.

#fandom #stock dancing

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boeing-787 · 1 year ago

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uh oh the posts have breached mutual enjoyment containment zone again

disclaimer once again: i am one single silly therian furry transgender person on the internet with a special interest in planes.

please do not take any of my posts too seriously

#plane text

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phantasmagoreica · 2 months ago

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intro post

note: if you followed my other blog (the previous phantasmagoreica), i moved

hi this is my weird freak blog. minors do not interact or i will steal your elbows

i tag with my characters a lot, but i also reblog other things too. if you dont want me to tag your stuff with my characters, just let me know

character masterlist

please note that some of the stuff on here may contain vore/cannibalism, violent/body horror stuff, dubcon and maybe sometimes noncon, but i try to tag accordingly. if i forget to tag something, please let me know!

also while i do occasionally reblog stuff from DoL disclaimer that i of course do not condone everything that is featured in DoL nor am i an uncritical fan of it. it's a "i play it for the plot" type scenario

may later start writing my own stuff

kinks and limits under cut:

kinks:

-im a switch top :3c -monsterfucking/exophilia/terato and body horror -monster-themed vore and cannibalism, such as vampirism and predator/prey (not same-size soft vore, though, sorry) -monster TF -bondage -femdom -fearplay -bloodplay -breeding (but not pregnancy sorry) -moderate guro/violence -dubcon and moderate cnc -consensual somnophilia -master/sub -free use

sometimes/maybe/ask/depends: -heavy noncon -snuff (only if the person dies during sex, not before; i'm not comfortable with necrophilia) -extreme guro/violence -watersports -petplay (some genres i like, others not as much) -forcefem and forcemasc (im usually fine with it if it's fictional characters, but please don't try to involve me myself in any of that unless i give permission first. any type of forced-gendering can make me dysphoric 👍)

limits: -any underage characters, lolicon/shotacon -ageplay -incest -beastiality/zoophilia -necrophilia (i don't count snuff such as dying during sex as necrophilia, nor do i count porn of undead monsters/characters as it, but i won't interact with anything containing nsfw of non-sentient decomposing corpses) -rpf, anything featuring real people who did not consent to be featured in it -anything that dehumanizes groups of people, like raceplay, disability fetishes, or demeaning/objectified caricatures of intersex and trans people. (disclaimer that i'm obviously 110% okay with nsfw stuff featuring groups of people that are done respectfully) -i'm not really into stuff like hyper/body expansion/inflation, same-size soft vore, scat and emeto and gas, pregnancy, plushies and pooltoys, earfucking, etc. (no shade at all to any people into these; this is just a personal preference) -also, i don't really do that much furry stuff, sorry. once again, not judging anyone at all, it's just not something that interests me.

#monsterfucking #monster fucker #intro post

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puffyducks · 2 months ago

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DCRC Week #15

Guys pretend this post isn't slightly late I've had a reeeally long week making those fashion drawings and renovating my entire bedroom. Anyways it's time for PKNA #11: Urk everyone say Hi Urk cause we're gonna see him in a second!

(extra long and image heavy post warning)

I'm gonna be so fr I have a huge headache right now and there's a big crew of people redoing the carpet in my house and making really loud banging sounds. I can't take a nap because my entire bed has been deconstructed and my mattress is standing up against a wall. I'm hiding in the room we shoved all our things into and I have like 4 feet of living space total right now. I'm saying this as a disclaimer because I'm probably gonna be even less coherent than usual (somehow) but hopefully hearing the insane ramblings of a tired Puffy will only enhance the experience.

And here in the horrors of the duck universe we have a regular human man sitting next to a flesh-colored dog-nosed creature. Guys seriously why are all the dog people in the duckverse always skin colored like would it kill them to put in some variety... like some different dog breeds... nevermind the fact that 99% of the ducks are all pekins. I'M JUST SAYING. As a furry I think we need to ask for better. And by better I mean just make a poodle character or something idk change it up a bit

Ok not to immediately drag on with the same topic but this might be one of the scariest designs I've ever seen idk what it is about this weirdly big-armed dog man but I'm so viscerally uncomfortable looking at him. Like it's not just me right. He's scary.

Why is donald just flashing his ass at uno in this panel. mf YOU do something??

Bro is really just pointing to the tree like :0

Gay ass look. Why did they exchange glances like this.

Haha don't worry Donald we put the Raider away in jail and he totally can't escape now. Not like he did the first time anyways.

Hi Urk. No other commentary I just like this panel.

HE FUCKING KILLED LYLAAAAAwhy is her hand flesh colored in the last panel

I like that Lyla hitting the ground makes a TLANG sound cause she's made of metal

idk why it's so amusing to me but Urk just calling PK a "total buzz kill" is so like. like to me it's the equivalent of "get lost DUDE you're harshing my vibe MAN" do you get me

Alright. Listen. We're gonna have to address the elephant in the room here (or the elephant-sized duck anyways). Urk is a Native American, specifically meant to be a member of the real life Iroquois tribe. I am not Native American, nor am I particularly knowledgeable on the culture of any specific tribes, so I'm not going to pretend to be an expert here, but just so we're clear: referring to any member of America's native population as being "red" is generally a big no-no.

Urk is meant to come from a dimension with an alternative form of history, one where North America was never colonized and continued to develop under the rule of the many native tribes that once dotted the landscape (one that also got super advanced because of aliens or something but that bit is honestly not that important). Could this concept of an alternate history be an interesting one to explore in a DIFFERENT piece of media? Perhaps. Does this Italian-made Donald Duck comic do a particularly good job of handling the cultural representations here?... eh.

Again, this was made overseas, it's the 90s, representation in media wasn't exactly great back then. I've certainly seen a lot worse *cough* Darkwing Duck *wheeze* but I think there are aspects surrounding Urk's lore that could certainly be better as well. Like I said, I'm not a Native American, I'm not going to pretend I'm an expert on this topic, nor am I going to say anything in here is downright offensive (I don't think I have the right to do so) but I think it's a point that's worth bringing up because it's kind of hard to ignore when reading Urk-related stories (which there are a few of because he sticks around after this comic).

ANYWAYS with all that said. Back to saying stupid shit

UMMM I DUNNO ABOUT THAT ONE BRO

First of all, haha oops the Raider accidentally pulled this poor random guy into our dimension. SECOND OF ALL, I've seen multiple pieces of media now insist that the Raider is some kind of "predatory bird" like a hawk or an eagle but I REFUSE to believe this information. SORRY but he is a rooster and I am always going to see him as a rooster, I DON'T CARE WHAT CANON MEDIA SAYS!!! MF SAID "BUKHAWHAW" IN THE OFFICIAL ENGLISH DON'T THINK I FORGOT THAT!!! THAT'S A CHICKEN!!!!!

Lyla looks cute here hi Lyla

OK SHOUTOUT TO URK JUST SMASHING A WHOLE CAR WITH HIS BIG FUCKING FISTS. HOW DID HE DO THAT

Billy ain't ever gonna forget this for the rest of his life dawg 💀 have fun unpacking this one in therapy

how did the fucking creature develop racism oh my god

WHAT DID LYLA EVEN DO WRONG THIS TIME?? FUCK YOU TIME POLICE free my girl

Everyone say "Hi Urk" again because we're stuck with Urk now

Kinda thought PK was flipping a middle finger here for a split second

Ok Fangus Tales now. Say it with me "we love Fangus Tales" yayyy

what the fuck

yeah actually you know what of COURSE Angus hates dogs. he actually sucks so bad you guys

let him fallll I mean WOAH who said that

YEAH OK OF COURSE ANGUS PARTICIPATES IN ILLEGAL DOG RACING

Dog you have very poor taste in people I'm begging you to like anyone other than Angus Fangus

Ok that's it see you next week and by next week I mean probably within the next 24 hours because I really like the next comic

#dcrc #dcrc week 15 #paperinik

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kiryoutann · 2 years ago

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DISCLAIMER: you must be 18+ to commission any NSFW.

I AM BEST AT: angst, socmed au, reader-insert fics, third-person POV stories, character x character fics, original stories, series.

Currently, for fanfictions, the characters that I wrote as follows:

Genshin Impact: Childe/Tartaglia, Alhaitham, Diluc Ragnvindr, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Zhongli.

Naruto/Boruto: Naruto x Hinata.

Chainsaw Man: Aki Hayakawa.

Resident Evil: Leon S. Kennedy.

Kuroko no Basuke: Kise Ryota.

However, I’m open to writing for other fandoms (again, discuss this with me first).

WILL WRITE: x reader, OCs, fluff, angst, SFW and NSFW, gore, yandere elements, alternate universe, romance, pregnancy, injuries, horror, kinks, mental illness, original fiction, oneshot, drabbles, series, song-fic, divorce.

WILL NOT WRITE: any COD characters, pedophilia, incest, rape, furries, mpreg, work based on irl people, eating disorders, alpha-omega, polyamory, something I lack knowledge in(we will be discussing this furthermore in dms).

I can write in English and Bahasa Indonesia, whichever you like.

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For each additional 1k words, $10 will be charged. ABLE TO WRITE UP TO 35k words, with special price @ 300 USD.

Series package

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Don't trade my work or make a profit from it.

You are welcome to publish it on your page as long as you give me credit.

I will start writing after receiving the payment.

Don’t send me a fee before I have approved your commission.

No refund.

I will not publish your commission unless I have your approval.

I will discuss the estimated completion of the work via personal chat.

After I finish the work, I will send a PDF to your active email for one revision. Once it's revised or the buyer says it's the final file, I'll send you both the PDF and DOCX files.

Major changes to the characters and storyline in the middle of the work process will be charged $10 per change. So, make sure you are absolutely sure of what you want me to write about.

Know that I am not a native. I'll try my best to minimize grammatical errors however, having you commission me means you're fine with it.

Payments are made via Ko-fi.

If you’re interested, dm me through Tumblr or Twitter or send me an email to [email protected]!

Due to my schedule, I will currently take:

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For a preview of my works, please visit my masterlist.

#childe x reader #ajax x reader #naruhina #naruto x hinata #genshin impact childe x reader #naruhina fic #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia #writing commissions #naruhina socmed au

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berat-adil-emre-yukime · 10 months ago

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Hi..?

(DISCLAIMER: This is a side blog for my OC Berat Adil Emre Yukime, my main blog is @crystalsandbubbletea! I made this account to answer questions and do some RP's-)

(Another thing to note is that Berat acts distant, and sometimes cold, at least to strangers-)

(Also, sometimes RP posts and responses to questions may follow the lore of my fanfiction series Legacies-)

(One final thing: 30-55% of RP posts and responses to asks might place before the events of Halo 4)

(Anyways time to get into character-)

Info

I don't know why I made this account, boredom I guess :/

But that doesn't matter, what actually matters is some information about me

No, I will not be disclosing any classified information, just because my mom works for ONI doesn't mean that I know any classified information

I'm nonbinary (They/Them)

I have ADHD and Autism (Not important but eh, gotta spread the neurodivergent agenda /j)

I'm Trixic, and Demiromantic, and Demisexual, and Polyamorous-

I'm busy, so answering questions will take some time

Please, for the love of all that is holy, do not mention ONI to me. I may work for the UNSC as a Spartan-IV but that doesn't mean I support ONI. (Glaring at my mother intensifies) [UPDATE: I am now mostly fine with ONI]

I used to be a ODST, not very important but oh well-

Do not talk to me if you are anti-Semitic, Islamophobic, racist, misogynistic, anti-Palestine, homophobic, transphobic, enbyphobic, biphobic, acephobic, arophobic, panphobic, polyamphobic, misuse tonetags, think furries and/or therians are "cringe", and/or ableist (It's not the 1600's anymore, can't believe I have to say this in 2557)

I should also mention I don't want people below the age of 14 interacting with me, I swear, a lot, and I'm not comfortable with people under 14 following me

Please be respectful, I know that I may be cold and distant sometimes, but I'm not trying to be rude, I'm just wary of strangers

Kindly don't talk about Freelancers here, there is a rumor going around that I am supposedly fraternizing with two Freelancers but I am not (I'm looking at you, Azad, my brother who I know started that rumor (⁠눈_눈⁠) ), so to avoid any controversial takes, I will not be answering anything Freelancer-related (Unless if I get an avalanche of asks that are Freelancer-related-)

Please keep everything 14+, no NSFW asks. I am not gonna lose my job because someone couldn't be chill-

I'm 30, my birthday is May 28. Once again, I don't think that's very important-

... That should be it, I think-

(OOC: I'm working on a better header image and profile picture)

(OOC [Yet again]: I also have a pronouns card:)

#berat adil emre yukime #oc intro post #new blog who this?#crystalsandbubbletea #oc #spartan-iv oc #halo oc #halo #crystalsandbubbletea here: I have way too many blogs now- XP #project freelancer mentions #spartan iv oc

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shinymisty-blog · 2 months ago

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Universal Information

While the show did decently well when it came to world-building, it left a lot of holes and questions after the 40 episodes. Questions that frustrated me to no end that we never got answers to and holes I wish were filled with more content.

Disclaimers and notes for this particular post: •Be warned: These posts are often just MASSIVE walls of text! I have the "Keep Reading" tab there for a reason! •While there is no real order to these, I’ll try and keep things in order of relevance. •There will be times when I'll reference something that involves things that would be more relevant after the 40 episodes. During these headcanons, I'll place a nice little ✨ to indicate that it is one of those headcanons. (Everything mentioned will have some sort of explanation if needed). Think of it as a sneak peek at the story I am working on. •If I happen to update anything within this post, I’ll reblog it with the tag #Sonic Underground Project Update, along with a note on which information was updated.

Links: Master Post | The Origin’s Arc

·.¸¸.·♩♪♫ General Plot ♫♪♩·.¸¸.·

Boy oh boy, I am REALLY tired of prophecy-based plotlines. Although, I guess it doesn’t help half my life was reading a book series where 90% of the conflict came from overly cryptic prophecies the main characters have trouble deciphering. (Oh Warrior Cats…please change).

I will go into more detail about my thoughts on the plot as I watch the show, I do have strong feelings and words from when I first went down this journey.

While the technical plot is “Sonic and his siblings must find their mother and defeat Robotnik,” due to the show never having an ending, we were only left with the first part. They never found their mother, so they never had time to play with the idea that they were going to defeat Robotnik. Which does suck. Especially because I liked the episodes where they were more focused on helping the mobians around them or looking out for mobians who could help the Resistance over episodes where the plot starts because they “Heard their mother was located there.” Yeah. I get it. That IS the plot of the show. It’s part of the intro song for crying out loud. It just feels weird for Queen Aleena to be making herself known in public places, or having their hopes go up when they think they’ll be finally finding their mother when, in actuality, it was just the writer’s way of getting them to the point of interest.

I could be remembering wrong, and this plot is only used a few times. (See. This is why I am going through the series again). This means I’ll be updating this part fairly frequently.

.•♫•♬• Headcanons •♬•♫•.

➣To help give events enough wiggle room and the characters enough time to travel from location to location, the series (all 40 episodes) takes place in about three years. Technically speaking, this gives each episode a month buffer, save for the few that have continuing storylines (the episodes "Beginnings" and "Getting to Know You" merge due to them taking place in the span of a few days, while all of the Chaos Emerald Crisis Arc merge as those three episodes all happen in a or two day). I'm going down this route because I want the conflict to end right before Mobodoon returns to Mobius, giving me a four-year "deadline" for the main plot to be solved (ie: The Prophecy is fulfilled and Robotnik is defeated).

➣Mobodoon, itself, is a good indicator of the passage of time, as it only appears once every four years, but I’ll go more into detail about Mobodoon in its episode.

·.¸¸.·♩♪♫ Mobian ♫♪♩·.¸¸.·

So… I had always felt that most of the characters in Underground weren’t fully Mobian, but rather a mix of other…I don’t know, space creatures. Even back when I was about eight I knew something was off with the character designs. (It may have also awoken the furry in me, but that’s for the Sleet post).

I never got into the Archie comics…though I did try. The problem was that my dumb, eight(ish)-year-old self jumped in at the GREAT time that was issue 175! I sporadically got issues here and there until issue 200, where I dropped it hotter than a plate of hotcakes! I also never got into the other cartoons from the '90s…which I find ironic. So I know very little when it comes to the Mobian lore, and honestly want to keep it that way for the story. I never planned to add characters from the other parts of the franchise, so I don’t feel the need to include lore from the other parts of the franchise as well. I…may change this, but it does seem that Underground was meant to be in its own universe, so I will keep that going.

This being said I do find it hilarious that 85% of the characters TOWERED over Sonic and his siblings, making them look a lot younger than I am sure the writers intended for them to be.

.•♫•♬• Headcanons •♬•♫•.

➣With everything above into account, I like to think the characters in the show have drastically different designs due to the environment their ancestors came from, as they are originally from other countries. Mixing my old thought that “they aren’t fully Mobian” with “animals from different parts of the world evolve to have different traits,” though put into much simpler terms.

·.¸¸.·♩♪♫ Roboticization ♫♪♩·.¸¸.·

Why is it that whenever I write the word “roboticized” SOMETIMES Grammarly gets pissed off and tells me to change the word? Ah well, I always type it wrong anyway so what do I know? Like…is it with a capital R? Or no?

The robotification -wait, no, it is roboticization. See, told you I type it wrong- The Roboticization Process is never fully explained. We don’t really NEED to be, but it would make understanding how Mobians like Raphi can survive with his weist down fully roboticized! Maybe other forms of media explain it, but, again, I never watched/read the other media where this was prevalent.

With that being said before we get into full-on headcanons… I am on the side of the fence that believes roboticization cannot be undone. I feel having it able to be undone defeats the emotional impact it has on the characters that lose a loved one, and slightly underminds the risk of a character getting roboticized. We aren’t ever given a clear sign that it COULD be undone, just theorized.

Can a roboticized Mobian regain their memories permanently? Yeah, I see that happening. But that brings in a whole different can of worms, questioning if it would be the right thing to do.

.•♫•♬• Headcanons •♬•♫•.

➣The Roboticization Process is relatively simple. The body and bones turn into metal. Muscles and such turn into wires. How it connects seamlessly to the rest of the body, however, gets a bit more complicated. The organic parts of the body are cauterized to the robotic parts during the process. The wires connect to the muscles and other parts that connect to the brain (I failed science, don’t question me) which is how they are still able to move about, even when not under Robotnik’s control.

➣The parts of the body that have been robotisized are completely numb to a Mobian. Thankfully, this means there is no pain in those areas, however, the parts where organic meets robotic can be prone to acks and pains and some may even experience shadow pains.

·.¸¸.·♩♪♫ Mobius ♫♪♩·.¸¸.·

Of all the things I wish we had been given in the show, I am REALLY upset we never got a full-blown map of Mobius. I am SO PISSED we never got to see this world and where the locations the hedgehogs went to were.

So…I’m going to remedy that. I hope to make a map of Underground Mobius in the future. Both to help with world-building, but also to help with writing the end of the story. I need visuals.

•♫•♬• Headcanons •♬•♫•.

I do not have any at the moment.

·.¸¸.·♩♪♫ Mobotroplis/Robotroplis ♫♪♩·.¸¸.·

My beef with Mobius is shared with, -I’d argue is- the main hub of the show, Robotroplis. While not as needed as a map of Mobius, it would have been nice to know where things were located within Robotroplis. What things used to be when it was Mobotroplis. I am thankful we can tell what some buildings were before, and we get a semi-glimpse of Mobotroplis in the episode "Six is a Crowd," (which I will get to when I get to that specific episode), I feel this sadly wasn’t enough. I get WHY we never saw it. They were holding out for it to be used in the finale. But it still royally sucks that never happened. (...hah. Royally).

I also plan to make a map of Mobotroplis and Robotroplis. Again, this is to attempt to help build the world, but also to help me with visuals.

•♫•♬• Headcanons •♬•♫•.

➣Mobotroplis is "Central Mobius". It was a place where ALL mobians could live. That was what the plan was when it was originally built so many years ago…but…

#sonic underground #Sonic Underground Project #Sonic Underground Headcanons

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vos-videmus · 3 years ago

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After like 2 weeks I finally got my print wall upppp

Featuring @golden-guts @emergencypunter @pathiel @sidver @northern-wolf6 @scaredycat-doodles @scuttlebuttin @emnick @turbodracula @notonurminds @aldcaldos @pinkydude @/havenabove (insta) | @/cxtcxlt (twitter) | @/_rannef_ (twitter)

#cyberpunk 2077 #clown shit @ me tho cause I still forgot some more :)))))#theyll come next week cause im not paying 15 dollars for shipping #can you tell i have brain damage by the amount of bryce that's on here #once again I am copying Ju #I know theres a few more works that's been done for me #either paid for or because a friend was kind enough but I need to find them #they gonna be HELLA old #disclaimer: i am not a furry

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jungkxook · 4 years ago

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—moonstruck. (m)

⟶ pairing: taehyung x reader

⟶ genre: werewolf!taehyung au / arranged marriage au / smut with a sprinkle of fluff

⟶ words: 7,421

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: in hindsight, being friends with a pack of werewolves and, thus, suddenly being thrown into a world of supernatural furries and other inhuman beings isn’t something you would recommend but it was too late to back out now, especially when you consider the fact that apparently you’re now being “hunted” and the only way to save you is to be mated with taehyung. whatever that means.

⟶ warnings: multiple smut scenes, first time (virgin!taehyung), clumsy sex, soft and gentle sex, sort of rough sex, all the sex, cunnilingus, riding, hair pulling, knotting, buckets of cum, biting kink, slight impregnation kink, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ disclaimer: first fic back after a long hiatus and i’m suddenly v nervous to post this!! also this is shamelessly and 100% inspired by an episode of the show outlander (to be exact, the wedding episode). i couldn’t help myself!!

“Are you serious right now?”

In hindsight, being friends with a pack of werewolves and, thus, suddenly being thrown into a world of supernatural furries and other inhuman beings isn’t something you would recommend but it was too late to back out now, especially when you consider the fact that apparently you’re now being “hunted.” Whatever that means.

Had you heard yourself speak a year ago before meeting Taehyung and having your life turned upside down, you would have surely thought you were insane, and you would have definitely thought Taehyung is insane, and the rest of his friends who are, subsequently, now yours ━ each of whom are all currently splayed out before you in Namjoon’s spacious country-side home with similar grave looks staring back at you.

“Dead serious,” Hoseok takes the liberty of breaking the odd silence saturating the kitchen. He’s made it a point to be on time for once, which you consider great and all if it wasn’t basically to dispute your current death sentence. “Always thought Jaebum’s pack were sons of bitches ━ glad to know it’s still true.”

“Hoseok,” Yoongi scolds. “Be a little more compassionate.”

“Am I wrong?” Hoseok refutes.

From off to the side, Jimin pushes himself forward with a frustrated groan, shaking his head. “Tae, I told you this was a dumb fucking idea ━ bringing Y/N into the pack━”

“I didn’t think this would happen,” Taehyung protests hotly. He’s leaning against the wall somewhere behind you, arms crossed over his chest and a deep frown darkening his face.

“How could you not think this would happen?” Jungkook retorts bitterly.

“Shut up, Jungkook.”

“She’s a human,” Jungkook says. “Jaebum wants her gone, but if he were to get his hands on her, then who knows what could happen━”

“I said shut up, Jungkook,” Taehyung snarls, an odd vehement tone dripping from his every word that is out of the place for the usually tranquil boy. Jungkook’s mouth clamps shut at once, though you suspect it’s not to do with defeat more so than because he’s the newest addition to the pack and, while Namjoon is their leader (or Alpha, as you’ve heard being thrown around before), Taehyung was something of a second-in-command. You could only imagine the consequences of crossing either Namjoon or Taehyung within the pack.

“Hold on a second,” You try to sputter for air, lungs wheezing. Your mind has since been spinning, struggling to keep up. At first you thought they were joking when they had told you, but now you were beginning to understand the severity at the very least. “I’m being hunted? Why?”

Now, Namjoon looks from Taehyung, then to you, and back again. Taehyung hesitates to answer at first, and Jungkook scowls. “Well, tell her, Tae. You dragged her into this mess. She deserves to hear it from you.”

As you twist in your seat to look up at Taehyung, your eyes locking briefly with his, the boy grimaces and then has to look away. He takes a deep breath before responding. “Okay, look. You know that pack I told you about? Jaebum’s?”

You nod, though the memory is vague. You’ve heard the name in passing before, but you could only gather that there was some sort of animosity between his and Taehyung’s pack.

“He found out about you, and I don’t know how,” Taehyung explains. “And now he wants you gone, and he’ll do anything to see it through.”

You blink once, dumbfounded. Terrified, even. Taehyung can certainly hear it in your voice and it makes him flinch again, as if being striked across the face. “Why?”

“Because you’re not one of us,” Taehyung says. “Because you’re human. When I first told you about us, I was risking everything. It’s uncommon for one of us to bring a human into the pack just because, and often even frowned upon. There’s a fear you’ll expose us to the human world or the hunters. Jaebum’s threatening to start war if we don’t deal with this situation ourselves.”

It’s only then that the dread begins to creep upon you, chilling you to the bone. “Deal with it… how?”

“The ultimatum is either kill you ourselves, or give you over to Jaebum to deal with, as a sort of peace offering,” Namjoon says carefully.

“Which probably also results in death,” Hoseok points out morbidly.

Jin scoffs. “Or worse.”

“Is there any option that doesn’t result in death?” You ask warily. At this, the group falls silent once more.

“Well, there is one.” Namjoon glances fleetingly around at his brethren, then sighs. “You become one of us.”

“I━” You stammer, face suddenly hot. “You mean, like, a werewolf?”

“I mean, a wedding.”

“A wedding?” You gasp. “How is that going to save me?”

“Not a wedding like you think,” Namjoon says. “More of a bonding. A handfasting. Right now, as a human, you’re vulnerable and exposed. We have no claim over you. But if you become one of us ━ without being turned ━ then Jaebum shouldn’t be able to touch you.”

Slowly, you begin to piece together the fragment of your dilemma. “Marry who?”

A beat of silence passes amongst the group in which time you spot Namjoon nod in the direction of Taehyung’s figure beyond you, a wordless yet clear gesture. Suddenly, a stubborn warmth of a blush pinches at your cheeks. You wonder if they can notice, if Taehyung can notice. You start, “Taehyung━?”

“He offered to be the one,” Namjoon says. “And Jaebum knows Taehyung’s role in the pack. If he knows you’re mated to Tae, Jaebum would be absolutely insane to try and come for you. It’s the only way, Y/N, and it ensures your safety.”

“Marrying Taehyung?” You ask shrilly, voice dangerously thin. “How is marrying Taehyung going to ensure my safety?”

“It’s not just a marriage,” Jimin explains.

But of course you already know this, werewolf laws a strange and intricate jumble of rules that you’ve long since grown accustomed to. When he speaks next, you already know it’s much more than a marriage; and, when he speaks next, you fear you’ve already had your fate decided for you.

“It’s not just a marriage,” Namjoon repeats, matter-of-fact, “because we’re making you Taehyung’s mate.”

“You didn’t have to do this.”

You try not to think about it. Admittedly, marrying your friend who you have only known for a year isn’t something you had been expecting. But, as Namjoon had explained it, it wasn’t necessarily a legal unification between you and Taehyung, though you suppose it’s as valid now as any marriage with the ritualistic handfasting ceremony making it official. That, and you favoured living to see another day instead of becoming a werewolf’s next meal or ripped to shreds by one.

Only a day after your conversation with the boys of Taehyung’s pack, you’ve come to your ultimate decision which has led you to where you are now, returning to Namjoon’s home for a wedding. Your wedding. You hadn’t very long to decide your own fate anyway, with the boys grimly warning you it was now or never. But you trust them, despite this crazed ludicrous situation you find yourself in ━ and you trust Taehyung more than anything, your friendship with him having quickly blossomed into something so sincerely profound over the year that you’ve known him.

If you’re being honest, Namjoon’s pack had at least made an effort for the occasion because despite how unconventional it is, it was still a celebration. A celebration for your marriage, and a celebration for their hopeful victory over Jaebum. Still, the underlying threat of the evening remains, made more prevalent by the fact that it was required to invite at least another pack (of which you’ve met the leader, Jisoo, a handful of times before) as witnesses. It’s a simple ceremony too, quaint and cute if you weren’t clinging to life. You had made it a point to dress up, digging a pretty white dress from the depths of your closet with flowing butterfly-like sleeves; Taehyung had forgone a suit but was still handsomely dressed too, leaving you to feel like less of an idiot. Namjoon had officiated it, standing before you and Taehyung as you held one another’s hand, wrapped delicately in ribbon, listening to the vows being proclaimed that talked about true love, and the passion and yearning involved.

When the handfasting finally draws to a close, you’re shoved into a room alone with Taehyung for a moment of privacy by Hoseok, who can be heard quipping wolfishly, “Get it over with quick!” before vanishing behind the closed door. You wager he’s left to join with the rest of the festivities outside where, no doubt, every werewolf is currently drinking themselves blind.

Finally alone with Taehyung, a saturated silence fills the air that has you wringing your hands anxiously in front of you. You sit on the edge of the bed in the center of the room. “What other choice was there, Tae?”

Taehyung takes a moment to respond, and even he knows the thought is a useless one when it crosses his mind before voicing it aloud. “We could have ran away.”

“How far would we get?” You sigh. Still, the sorrow earnest in his voice and riddling his face is enough to make you look up at him sympathetically. “I’m no use to you if Jaebum or someone worse finds us by ourselves. Besides, the boys need you.”

“No, you need me,” Taehyung insists. “Jungkook’s right. I dragged you and the pack into this mess. It’s my responsibility to fix this.”

He drags his feet towards the bed, then flops down onto his back on the mattress. A troubled groan punctuates the air, and you sneak a glance behind you to see him rubbing warily at his eyes.

You decide now would be the best time to ask the one question that has been on your mind since the night before when you were sitting in Namjoon’s kitchen to discuss Jaebum’s scorn. “Is that why… Is that why you offered to be my mate?”

“Yes,” Taehyung admits meekly. “Sort of. Think we’d all rather it be me than Joon, anyway.”

You don’t argue with this. The reasons as to why it had to be Taehyung satisfied you well enough. That, and aside from having befriended the pack over the months, you’re much closer to Taehyung than you are with the others.

“So…” You trail off, clearing your throat. At this point, you’re simply speaking for the sake of filling the void. “What now?”

Taehyung shrugs. He looks around the room. “Nothing.”

“Well, what did Hoseok mean just now? Get what over with?”

“Erm━” Taehyung opens his mouth, as if preparing to explain, then decides otherwise. “It’s nothing.”

“Taehyung, we literally just got married and you’re already keeping secrets from me,” You retort. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he insists. “It’s just that… Well…” He sits up from the bed, meeting your curious gaze. “This was essentially a mating, and every mating needs to be seen through to the end to be considered valid. The pack can tell when it’s… uh… done.”

Oh.

Now it hits you. It’s the way he awkwardly trails off, hand ruffling through his long locks, that has you immediately understanding what he’s trying to imply. You gawk upward at him. “Are you asking me to sleep with you?”

Suddenly, Taehyung looks flustered and he shakes his head frantically. “I mean, they expect it, but I would never force it on you.” Then, he straightens up, as if captivated by a newfound confidence. The smallest of smirks dances upon his lips that you don’t miss. “Besides, I never said it had to be between you and me. As long as they can sense it, I’d say your hand would do just fine instead ━ but you have all night for that.”

“Oh my god.”

The smirk widens into a devious look now. “You said you wanted honesty.”

As he dissolves into a fit of stifled chuckles, you scowl but you wager it’s mostly an attempt to hide the frazzled look on your face. Then, hurrying to change the topic, ask, “Is every mating like that then?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung admits. “If two mates want to stay together forever, they complete the process with marking, usually by a bite. It strengthens the mating bond.”

Taehyung notices you squirm in your spot, crossing your knee over the other and squeezing your thighs together. He can sense you’re uncomfortable, understandably with your current situation, but can’t quite pinpoint what else seems to make you sit so rigidly.

“What was it like for you?” He decides to ask. “The handfasting?”

The question takes you by surprise, though his sincere intrigue makes you smile smally to yourself. “I’ve never experienced anything like that before, but it was… It was nice.” You think back to nearly an hour ago, and the way Taehyung had looked standing before you. While you were marrying him out of necessity, there was something candidly beautiful about the entire ceremony. At the very least, you were glad it had been with Taehyung of all people. “Can I be honest with you, Tae?”

“Of course,” Taehyung says. “At this point, you can pretty much tell me anything. Don’t think anything’s as shocking as coming out as a werewolf.”

An innocent giggle bubbles at your throat. Suddenly, you look sheepish. “I might have had one too many glasses of wine before coming.”

“Ah.” Despite the interested hum of noise, he looks genuinely entertained. “So you’re drunk?”

“Not quite. Pleasantly buzzed,” You say. “Well, can you blame me? The occasion called for it considering a bunch of wolves want to kill me and I’m being arranged into a marriage.”

“So you don’t remember anything about your own wedding?”

You pull a face, though Taehyung gathers it’s because of the blunt mention of the word. “I do. Just… not all of it. Some things are clearer than others, but I think that’s mostly because I was nervous.”

“I remember every moment,” Taehyung muses thoughtfully. “I remember seeing you there, in your dress, and everything felt right despite it all.” His stare hardens in that moment, as if probed by the harsh reminder of the reasoning behind the night in the first place. “You know I’ll do anything to keep you safe, right? We haven’t had time to sit back and talk it over but you really do mean the world to me.”

A muffled groan eclipses your lips. You dig the heels of your palms against your eyes as you bemoan, “Don’t say those kinds of things, Tae.”

“Why?”

“Because… Because…” Your eyes shoot open, though suddenly you refuse to meet his curious wandering gaze.

But Taehyung doesn’t even need you to finish your thought. You wonder if it’s one of the many keen abilities possessed by these shapeshifters or if it’s simply a Taehyung thing, being that he’s quickly become one of your closest friends over the year that you’ve known him.

“You’re still nervous,” he hums as delicately as possible. It’s not an accusation, but a simple fact of the matter. He pushes himself to sit on the edge of the bed beside you, leaving an appropriate amount of space between the two of you. “Are you nervous because of me?”

“No.”

“That’s a lie,” Taehyung snorts. When you don’t respond immediately, a small inkling of a doubt makes him question apprehensively, “Are you scared of me then? I wouldn’t blame you, especially after everything that’s been going on━”

“What?” You finally turn to look at him, a look of incredulousness contorting your face. “No! No, I’m not scared of you, Tae. I could never be scared of you.” You don’t dare turn to face him, instead keeping your eyes fixed on your hands as you continue. “You make me nervous, but not in a bad way. Does that make any sense?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it does.” When you chance a look at him, you find him smiling softly to himself. “It’s the same way I felt when I saw you earlier tonight.”

Your heart quickens in pace against your chest, and you’re almost positive he can surely hear it. Now, you finally lift your timid stare to meet his pensive look, and you have to bite back the smile that threatens to form on your face. He looks distracted, though not in a way where his mind is elsewhere entirely; instead, he seems besotted, dark eyes shimmering gently, and there’s a palpable shift of energy in the atmosphere.

Without even realizing it, the pair of you begin to gravitate towards one another, leaning in close enough to shorten the distance between the two of you. You pause, lingering near enough to feel his warm breath fanning against your neck. He can’t help himself, and reaches out with his hand to brush his fingers along your shoulder to the base of your throat, sending chills down your spine. His hand comes to rest against your neck, fingers stretching outward to cradle the back of your head. He guides you toward him this time, closer and closer.

“Taehyung…” You whisper.

He stops at once, clamps his mouth shut and squeezes his eyes closed. His restraint seems to be not without labour, judging by the sobering small shake of his head, and the way he leans his forehead against yours, tendons in his jaw fluttering as he clenches his teeth. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t.”

“I want you to.”

He’s startled when you’re the one that moves first, catching his lips onto yours. He’s unmoving at first, basking in the feel and taste of your mouth smoothing over his. It’s slow, steady, but then he’s craning his neck to deepen the kiss and something feverish overtakes the both of you. You clamber onto his lap at once, swinging one leg over his and settling back onto him, your dress bunching up at your thighs. He’s taken aback for a moment, though his hands instinctively come to grip at your waist and you try not to focus on how large and warm they feel, burning against the material of your dress. In fact, every inch of him radiates a thermal energy that is both comforting and excites you. You chase his lips, yearning for another kiss, but he hesitates at the last moment, jerking his head away. He doesn’t move very far at first, then he drops his head into the crook of your neck. His nose burrows against the base of your throat, his lips brushing against your skin as he moves along your neck to your shoulder, then back again. You can tell he’s holding himself back, not quite allowing himself to enjoy this. To enjoy you.

“You said we have all night, didn’t you?” You rasp. “So why not start now?”

“I also said it didn’t have to be between you and me if you didn’t want it to be.” Taehyung finds his voice at long last, however hoarse it may be. You’re already driving him crazy, just by your smell alone. “Are you sure? You said you wanted honesty, so be honest with me, Y/N. Don’t just say it’s because it has to be done. I don’t want you to regret anything.”

“Well, don’t you want this?” You question.

“Fuck, yes.” He groans against your neck. Something feral seems to stir within him, and you can feel his canines bare against your skin. “But only if you do.”

You aren’t quite sure what seems to possess you all of a sudden. He’s intoxicating, you think. Your hands tug at his hair now, desperation wearing your own voice thin. “Yes, Tae. Please. I want you inside me so badly.”

Finally, he presses his mouth against your throat, tonguing hot open-mouthed kisses there. His grip tightens around your waist, tugging you harder against him, and the feeling of him growing harder against your inner thigh in a matter of seconds has you both enraptured by a newfound heated ferocity.

Grasping at a moment of clarity, you ask meekly, “Isn’t this your first time?”

“Is it that obvious?”

You want to tell him anything but, the way his hands and lips move across you an indicator of that. “I thought you wolves are all about sex. Don’t you, like, go into heat or something?”

It’s a feeble attempt at a snarky joke, judging by the way your lips unfurl into a languid smirk. “Typically. But I never wanted sex for the sake of fucking. The boys make fun of me all the time for it.”

You snicker, but the delightful noise is lost in a simper as he continues to kiss upward to the underside of your jaw. He grips tightly at your waist and moves, shifting the two of you around, until your back is splayed out on the edge of the bed and he’s hovering directly over you.

“Taehyung…” He grunts in response, though you don’t blame him for not responding. The way his cock bulges against your core now, the way you press your hips up into his instinctively, is enough to drive you insane, let alone the boy. Still, you manage to rasp, “Tae, just don’t bite me. Promise me.”

“I won’t,” he assures, though now he certainly seems preoccupied. He inhales deeply, nostrils flaring, and whines aloud, “God, I can already smell you. So fucking good.”

His head falls into the crook of your neck as his hips dig harshly into yours in a way that makes you aware of what his words seem to mean. Slick arousal already begins to form between your legs, pooling into a mess on your underwear that has you squirming beneath him. The thought of him being able to smell you makes your face heat, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He kisses down to your collarbones, then, without warning, flips you over at once. Rough hands grasp at your waist, pulling you to your knees and your ass off the edge of the bed. As he fumbles to tear your panties from your hips, then lifts the skirt of your dress up with one hand, he hurries to undo his belt and the button of his pants with the other.

“Wait, Tae━” You gasp. Before he can push himself into you, you heave yourself up with your hands and twist just enough to place your palm above his waist on his abdomen, stopping him in his place. “What are you doing?”

“What’s wrong?” he asks, brows creasing with concern. “Isn’t this how it’s done? I’m not totally helpless.”

You bite back your abrupt grin, swallowing your amusement when you realize he’s genuinely confused. It’s hard to grasp how he can look so innocent even despite his leaking cock still in his hand. “Well, yeah, but not always.”

“I just thought it was like how dogs go at it, y’know?” Taehyung says. “The guys all seem to say so anyway.”

You can’t help it now when this newfound information has you keeling over with laughter. You’re fortunate he doesn’t seem offended by your delight, instead grinning sheepishly to himself as he watches you wipe tears away from your eyes.

“What?” he asks promptly, and then as if to nudge you back to reality, tightens his grip on your waist and yanks you towards him gingerly. Pressing his front flush against your back, he catches your ear lobe between his teeth and nibbles on it.

“Then I feel sorry for their mates,” You manage to choke out. “It’s not bad, but I want to be able to see you the first time around. It’s better that way. More intimate.”

You squirm out from beneath him, turning to face him properly. Still sprawled out before him, you prop yourself up on your elbow and then reach out with your other hand to grab at his face and pull him down to you.

“Noted,” he hums into your mouth. “Anything else I should know?”

“Nothing that I can think of at the moment,” You admit, though maybe that’s simply because your mind is spinning at the sight of his length.

He’s much, much bigger than you imagined, tip irritated and swollen red already, glistening with precum as he swipes his palm over himself a handful of times. You hike your dress up further around your waist as he guides himself towards you.

“Stop me if it hurts,” he says.

You nod, though you trust him well enough to know he’ll treat you right in the best way possible. As he pushes the tip of his length against your folds and into you, your reactions are almost immediate. He ceases above you, face scrunching up at the feeling of your slickness around him. You notice his furrowed brows, the way he bares his teeth. A guttural growl sounds deep within his chest that has you shuddering in anticipation.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans. “You’re so fucking wet. You take me so well, baby. I don’t think I’ll last long.”

“Don’t care,” You whimper. “Just wanna feel you.”

He pushes himself in further, slowly and carefully, inch-by-inch, in just a way that has the both of you feeling how he stretches you open every single step of the way. You wonder how much further you can go until he’s stopping, bottoming out within you. He sputters for air, collapsing against your chest entirely as you fall back onto the bed. He waits just enough for you to adjust to the girth of his weight in you, then rolls his hips into yours. Then again, and again, until he’s grinding into you with such measured and deep strokes that you melt beneath him entirely. You kick your legs up to wrap around his waist, head lolling back at the feeling of his mouth sucking against your throat.

“I’m gonna━” His voice splinters off then into an abrupt cry. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum━”

He’s quick to dissolve into shambles, grunting and moaning every time you clench around him and every thrust of his hips. Just when you think you’ve lost yourself to the moment, he cums much faster than you thought and entirely unexpected for him too, in hot waves that have you still writhing beneath him. When he’s spent, his weight falls slack against you, crushing you beneath him but in a comforting manner. It’s silently peaceful for a few moments as he settles, heart thundering in his chest and against yours. Your fingers smooth over his sweaty long locks, scratching at his head. Then━

“That was terrible, wasn’t it?” he mutters wretchedly.

“Not terrible,” You confess. “What was that? Three minutes, top? For your first time, I’m honestly surprised you lasted more than a minute.”

“Fuck off.” His fingers poke at your sides teasingly as you burst out into laughter. He lifts his head to meet yours, perhaps a little embarrassed. “Don’t tell the guys. They’ll never let me live it down.”

“Doesn’t matter,” You hum, tracing your finger down to his lips. “We can practice whenever you want. I’ll make you into a lover so good, you’ll want me to brag to them.”

“Practice, huh?” His eyes sparkle mischievously. He pulls himself from your core and you hiss at the sudden loss, tugging at his chest as if to keep him close to you but he seems to have other plans. “Why stop now?”

You watch him curiously. “Easy there, boy. Don’t wear yourself out.”

“Well, I have to make it up to you,” he points out. “Especially on your wedding night. It’s only fair. What kind of lousy mate would I be to call it a night without having you cum on my face?”

“Romantic.” You roll your eyes but you marvel at the way you had shuddered at the word only moments ago and now, under such a different circumstance, the way he utters it makes your heart flutter in your chest. “Is this the first time you’ve eaten a girl out?”

“I said I was a virgin,” he says. Your eyes stay trained on the boy as he shifts himself further down your body to wedge himself between your thighs, throwing one leg over his shoulder. He kisses at your navel, then down to your core. He takes his time as he reaches out with his fingers to swipe at your folds, admiring the way his cum leaks from you; then, with his forefinger, he wipes at a stray bead of his arousal and pushes it back into your cunt slowly. The simple action is enough to have your back arching off the bed, hands flying out to brace yourself by gripping at his hair. “I never said I didn’t know how to please a woman elsewhere.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Gladly.”

He sinks lower to your core and out of sight, leaving hot open mouthed kisses along the way. His finger never once leaves its spot within you, and instead is joined by another that spreads you wide in absence of his cock.

“Do you know how hard it is to focus on anything other than your beautiful cunt?” he asks, voice low and sultry. “From the moment I could smell you, I wanted a taste.”

His tongue probes against your clit, the wet muscle a sudden startle that has you slackening against him. He flicks it back and forth, mouth wrapping around the bundle of nerves and sucking hard. A moan threatens to fall from your lips but an intrusive thought crossing your mind has you swallowing it with much difficulty.

“Can’t the boys hear us from down there?” You ask. You wonder how the celebration for your “wedding” has unfolded over the night without you or Taehyung there, or if they even notice your prolonged absence.

“No.” His voice is a deep mumble, rattling you from your core outward. “We learn how to tune out sounds nearby unless we really want to pay attention. The new ones struggle a bit, though.”

He curls his fingers inside you, stretching them upward. You pant, “Isn’t Jungkook still new?”

You can feel his smirk unfurling against you even before he pokes his head up to look at you with devious, hooded eyes. “Yeah, well, it’s a bit of a hazing process.”

You hardly have time to register the thought, though it doesn’t matter much. You’re far too overwhelmed by the way Taehyung is making you feel to even care. He drops his mouth from your clit to your folds, tongue swirling against your aching core. He laps at your cunt like a mangy dog as his fingers continue to work within you. The further he burrows into you, the harder his nose digs against your clit and sends you over the edge. You try to hold on just a little longer but your core is already achingly sensitive from when his length had made it home.

“Cum for me,” he murmurs. “Don’t hold back, baby. Let me taste you.”

Fingers twisting in his hair, he growls roughly against you, basking in the way you mewl and moan his name. Time seems to blur and, before you know it, you’ve reached your high. You’re embarrassingly wet, soaking his chin and nose which glistens with a mixture of yours and his arousal. Taehyung doesn’t hold back, instead licking you clean of every last drop, a muffled moan of content emitting from him.

“So good,” he says. “All mine.”

When he finally pulls away from you, he licks at his lips as if not quite finished with your every taste. From where he sits, you’re an entire mess, brows scrunched in concentration, teeth tugging at your lower lip. Needy hands yank at his hair and he obliges, kissing his way up your body to meet your mouth. His tongue pokes through to lav at your lips and wedges itself beyond, and you suck delightfully at the taste of you and him mingling on it. His own hands caress your body, bringing you back down from your high gradually but you can still feel his straining dick against your thigh and it invigorates you even further despite the beginning hints of exhaustion starting to creep upon you.

“Want more,” Taehyung growls with a newfound intensity, catching you off guard. “Need your cunt. M’gonna make it mine. Need to make you mine. Gonna fill you with my cum till you’re bursting with my pups, how does that sound?”

Mind spinning, you nod eagerly at the thought. Your words form in the shape of a moan. “Yes, please.”

“Gotta get this dress off first,” he mutters, greedy palms wandering up beneath the hem of your dress.

You scurry to obey, helping him slide the dress off your arms and toss it away on the floor. He’s more than pleased to see that you had decided to forgo wearing a bra earlier in the day, and reaches out at once to grasp at your perked breasts in his large palm. He buries his face into your chest, catching one of your nipples between his teeth. He busies himself by marking your chest red with small nibbles until you grow impatient, tugging at the shirt he’s still wearing. He’s quick to oblige, shedding himself of his clothes; then, his nails are digging viciously into your hips as he flips the two of you over with incredible ease.

“Sit on my cock,” he snarls into your ear. “Need to feel you again.”

Legs weak from your past orgasm and the huskiness of his voice, you sidle onto his lap, tossing one thigh over his. He sits up to join you and helps push himself past your folds, though you finish by settling back on his length carefully until you’re filled to the brim. Despite already knowing what to expect from the first time around, you still shudder at the feeling, mouth unhinging as you roll your hips leisurely against his. He hardly strays from your body, instead continuing to kiss between the valley of your breasts and up to the underside of your jaw and back again. Fingers poke and prod at your body as they follow his lips, then grasp at your ass to push you closer to him each time you grind against him.

Just when you begin grinding against him in a new angle that makes you moan into his ear, a sudden noise startles the both of you but only just. It takes you both a moment to register it’s the sound of knocking on the other side of the bedroom door (that you can’t remember if Taehyung had locked, because you certainly hadn’t), followed by Jimin’s familiar voice. “Joon said he wanted us to check in on you!”

Taehyung immediately groans into your neck out of frustration, though you suspect it’s because your pace starts to stutter and not because of his bothersome friends.

“Taehyung,” You bite at your lip in an attempt to hide your moans. You tug at his hair, as if to portray what your words fail to do, but he can hear it plainly riddling your voice. The concern, and the sudden shyness, as if fearing Jimin may walk in. But part of you is thrilled at the thought, and judging by the way your unabashed cry of glee slips from your lips without much hiding is proof of that. “Oh, Tae━”

“Shit,” Taehyung’s muffled grunts of pleasure and the way his hips continue to dig into yours to meet your efforts makes you aware Jimin is the least of his current troubles. “Fucking hell━ Don’t stop.”

“Are you guys okay in there?” Now comes Hoseok’s voice, a little faint but undeniably there. Can they hear you? Do they care? They must know what’s happening beyond the door.

“They’re doing it on purpose. Fucking idiots,” Taehyung snarls as he slams his hips up into yours. A contented whimper falls from your mouth, and you cling to him tighter as you quicken your pace. Taehyung grabs at your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes fixed on him despite wandering to the door. “Look at you fucking yourself on me still even with them listening. Such a good girl, huh? So desperate for my cock, aren’t you? Gonna breed so well.”

You think Hoseok and Jimin give up and leave at some point, though you don’t recall when. Instead, in the next moment, something primitive seems to awaken in Taehyung once more and he’s shoving you onto your back on the bed. Kneeling before you, he pummels his hips into yours again and again until you’re only crying his name.

“Mine. All mine,” he growls. “Wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

So wearied from your first high, you tumble easily to your second, coming undone in a matter of seconds, spurred on by the lewd wet noises of his length thrusting into you.

“That’s it, baby,” he mutters, basking in the sound of your moans. “Fuck━ Let them all know who you belong to━”

But just when you think Taehyung has reached his own orgasm ━ sputtering for air and crescendoing in moans of your names, panting hot breath into your ear as he leans against your chest ━ he doesn’t. His thrusts become desperate and sloppy, bordering on frantic, that the soreness between your legs begins to burn. It’s an amalgamation of stubborn yet bearable pain and something harshly pleasant that has your head lolling back.

“What’s wrong?” You moan, blindly tugging at his hair. “Taehyung?”

“I can’t━” He cries out. “I can’t━ I’m so fucking hard, it hurts. I don’t know what’s wrong━”

Confused yet too tired to keep up, you reach out to smooth your fingers across his back. “It’s okay. Just let go, baby. Cum for me, Tae. Please.”

“I’m trying,” he chokes out. “I just can’t━”

Your mind works in a haze to understand what’s happening, but through it all you’re able to discern one reasonable thought. What had Taehyung said about matings and bonds? Aside from the obvious of sleeping with a mate, he had said that typically certain bonds require marking. But he had also said that marking proved to be almost irreversible, resulting in a connection so close that a pair of mates would be together forever. It was a troublesome concept to think about, especially when considering you didn’t think you were a fit match for Taehyung if only because you’re human.

But is that what he needed? The physical strain he puts himself under now to reach his high is almost unbearable to watch. So, you settle on a whim of a decision and conclude that you won’t think of any consequences until after the fact, only wanting to see the poor boy in relief.

“Tae,” You whisper. “What if you bite me?”

“I won’t,” Taehyung says through gritted teeth. His pace has slowed as he slumps against your chest in nearing defeat. “You told me not to.”

“I don’t care,” You retort. “Just bite me.”

He hesitates, lifting his gaze to look at you. When he sees your earnest zeal, he grimaces as if despising that this is his only option. Still, the look of relief that crosses his face is undeniably there. He presses his mouth against your throat, lips brushing faintly against your flesh as he grazes the smooth expanse for a spot, sharp canines poking against you. You brace yourself for the bite, though the pain isn’t as bad as you had thought. A sharp jolt runs down your spine as he sinks his teeth into your skin, and his reaction is immediate, crumbling into pitiful moans of glory.

“Fuck!” he wails. With one final slam of his hips into yours, he finally reaches his high and it’s unlike anything you have felt before. As if he begins to swell within you, his length pulsates as he cums in you to the point where you can’t help but feel so full. It overflows and leaks from your core and onto the sheets, a sticky mess that lingers even long after he’s done. Your mouth pops open at the foreign feeling, whimpering his name.

“I’m sorry,” he flinches. “I’m sorry, does it hurt?”

“No,” You manage to say. “It just… It feels so good━”

He sluggishly rides out the rest of his high until you both physically can’t take anymore. When he hears you hiss his name in a soft reminder, he apologizes once more. Then, as the room falls oddly silent, he slumps against you. He lavs his tongue over the fresh mark on your neck, the gentle motion alleviating the sting left behind. As Taehyung settles finally, he shifts his head to look up at you. You note the faint yellow hue lingering in his eyes, fading now.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. “We might have to stay like this for a while.”

“Can’t say I’m mad about that,” You croon sleepily. “You better draw me a bath after this.”

He laughs, rubbing gentle circles against your hips. “Of course. I’ll do anything for you.”

You believe him wholeheartedly when he says it, smiling against his mouth when he leans in for a kiss. His tender wandering hands over your body does wonders in calming your shrill heart, the stretch between your legs, and the bite on your neck. He nuzzles his face into your collarbones, the tip of his nose tickling against you. As your fingers rake through his hair and scratch at his head, he mewls in content.

“Is it always like that?” You ask through a stifled yawn. “You had so much energy, I could barely keep up.”

“No,” he admits groggily. “It’s only like that when you’re mated with someone.”

“What does that even mean anyway?” You ask. “To be mated with someone?”

“Well, it’s━ It’s not really a conscious decision. It sort of just happens,” Taehyung says. “It’s a connection. You gravitate towards one another. You can’t live without the other. We call it imprinting. Sometimes you’re mated to a person who doesn’t even want you, but those are rare instances.”

“So we’re the exception?”

“I thought we were,” Taehyung trails off now. He finally lifts his head to look at you, perhaps a little embarrassed. “I━ Well━ All of this, and especially the bite, doesn’t just happen ━ and definitely not with humans.”

“Oh.” You blush now, face warming under the boy’s introspective stare. “So you’re saying we’re…”

“I always thought there was a connection, but I didn’t think it meant this,” Taehyung murmurs to himself. “As crazy as it sounds, I think we were meant to be.”

“So the bite…”

You don’t finish your thought, instead already having pieced it together in your mind. It does sound crazy, but even you have felt it before. A strange connection to Taehyung, far more exceptional than simply having feelings for him. And the bite is what draws it all together, proving his point and your previous speculations about some sort of affection between the two of you.

“Are you starting to regret this now?” Taehyung asks sheepishly, a weak attempt at a joke to what he had asked you earlier in the night.

He braces himself, as if waiting for your outburst of annoyance or anger. To push him off of you and leave forever. But you do neither, instead reaching out to grasp at his face in both of your hands. You delicately lift his head, meeting his docile stare, entirely and utterly bewitched by him.

“No,” You say earnestly. “I couldn’t have asked for a better night.” A smile forms on his face, innocent and ardent in nature. “I’m just wondering how I’ll hide the mark.”

“I think there’s little to hide now after tonight,” Taehyung grins wolfishly. “Especially with the boys.”

He quivers with laughter at the sight of your scowling face and fingers poking at his sides. As he settles, he leans into your ear to hum, “I’ll make it up to you. Everything. Jaebum, the bite, the boys. But I think you should rest now. We’ll deal with all of that later.”

You don’t argue with that. You’ve already begun to fight the beginnings of sleep, eyelids drooping and itching with a need to just close them ━ and with Taehyung’s arms wrapped around you, his body emitting a pleasurable heat, you decide there’s no place else you’d rather be, moonstruck and in love.

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shamelesskimchifiend · 2 years ago

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𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐤𝐝𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

These are for y'all who can't dedicate to 100+ pages but still want that juicy, spicy, immerseful shit.

Like always, in order of favs and nothing I rec is shit.

ALL TOP BAKU OR SWITCH

Crybaby by lalazee

Pro heroes AU - Phone sex operator baku, Customer deku - Explicit

That awkward moment when you have phone sex with your childhood best friend and neither of you realize who is on the other end. A love story.

Fuck me I'm writing this atm and now suddenly have the urge to reread this all over again. I (and thank the lord) stumbled upon this god's-gift of a fic when I was forced to rewatch the new spider man movie again days after just watching it for the first time. Disclaimer: I am not a spiderman hater just an impatient twat. Anyways, if your new to fanfiction like I wish I was, and still have ALL THE OPTIONS IN THE WORLD cause you haven't greedily read every bkdk fic on the planet (me) then you're probably hesitant cause the concept of the fic is a bit whack, right? WRONG! Reading this fic was probs one of the best choices I ever made, which isn't saying much at all! But thats not the point. If you want delicious spice and sexy seductive bakugou with adorable but hot deku then this is the one for you.

Bluebird by EtherealBeing

No quirks AU - Stranger baku, Poet deku - Explicit

Dialing a wrong number was no unusual occurrence. Everyone did it once in a while, and Katsuki was well aware of that fact.

However, possessing this knowledge made it no less aggravating for him to discover — a full two minutes into his rant about his day — that he’d been venting his frustrations to a complete stranger. As if that wasn't enough, said stranger was also inexplicably determined to hear his story to its end.

If you haven't heard of this before, get off this page.

Thank u, next!

It's Okay Because It's You by suffocatingspring

Pro heroes AU - Hanahaki baku, Pining deku - Explicit

Katsuki’s first encounter with his own hanahaki came right at the end of their 2nd year at UA, and as he stands over the ceramic sink, he thinks "Of course the petals are green. What else could they have fucking been." Green, like his hair. Green, like his eyes. That shitty ner- "Kacchan?" The devil in question peeked his head through the bathroom door, voice laced with concern, "Is everything okay?" Of course it's not, Katsuki thinks. But ultimately, all he could do was nod, "I'm fine."

OR: Deku and Ground Zero are now Pro-Heroes, 2 years in the industry going strong, but how long can Katsuki ignore the flowers he's coughing up before it's too late. How long can Izuku pine after the former silently until it's too late?

Only hanahaki I ever read, only one I probs ever will. Love the way suffocatingspring writes but their depiction of deku is still a bit too fragile for my liking but wtvs I'm not complaining when they're doing all the work. Anyways, solid fic and its nice and slow burn but not really and steamy and so so angsty and yeah.

K-9 by warschach

Shapeshifters AU - Dog hybrid baku, Human deku - Explicit

Izuku takes in a stray on one rainy night, except it's not a dog, it's a dog shifter who goes by the name, Katsuki. After the initial wave of panic and embarrassment, Izuku thinks his new pet/roommate is pretty cute.

Now before anyone says this shit is furry, It really ain't. Just like a/b/o, I always avoided fics with any sort of shifter/hybrid/merman fics but alas, with age comes maturity and matured I have. Anyways, I really liked this. I thought it was pretty funny, good banter, top baku, flustered mess deku so ticks pretty much all my boxes. Definitely made one of my miserable nights less miserable.

I lied, here are some 100-300 pages fics that I still wanted to rec cause they are worth the read but aren't good enough to belong in the God Tier.

Intersecting Lines by roadtripwithlucifer

Canonverse - Idiot baku, Just as much of an idiot deku - Explicit

Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou aren’t really friends. But they’ve also never been apart. When Izuku takes a job in the U.S. for the last 6 months of their high school career, the boys start to re-evaluate what they mean to one another. Is their fate just to be intersecting lines – meet once, then drift apart forever?

OOOkay so I have some things to say about this one. I wish I could remember more of it so I could give you more reason to read it but honestly I couldn't even tell myself why I liked it so much. I've got a personal google doc which my only comment for this fic when I read it was "I just creamed" so if thats anything to go by...

I ditched this fic in the middle because bakugou got all pussy and I hate when he pulls that shit so I couldn't read on, but then I picked it back up in the future and bakuno became bakuhoe and fucked the brains out of izuku so I let it slide. All I really remember was them having hot phone sex, maddening sexual tension, funny banter and a good underlying plot too. So read it, maybe?

The Spell in Her Name by Merrywetherweather

Pro heroes AU - Makeshift housewife baku, Dad deku - Explicit

Bakugou Katsuki returns home to Japan after his 3 year contract runs out with his agency in America. Unfortunately, the house he had contracted to be built by the time he got back has had a few setbacks and his closest friend, Kirishima, just shacked up with Ashido. Rather than live in a hotel for another month, he tries to crash at Deku's place. He arrives at his door uninvited.

But Katsuki wasn't expecting Deku to already be living with someone.

An adoptive child au where Deku took in and raised a little girl someone left on his doorstep.

Let me just establish one thing: I fucking hate the single dad trope. Now let me re-establish one thing: I fucking hated the single dad trope, until I read this fic. I know its a good one when I genuinely laugh out loud and boy did this fic have me cackling. Bakugou was nice, cocky and confident and knew how to get his sweet little deku flustered like it was his goddamn job. Hot. Ultimately cute fic: pretty good banter and characterisation!

#bakudeku #bakudeku fic #bkdk fic recs #bkdk fanfic

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lab-gr0wn-lambs · 3 years ago

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fandomlovingfreak · 3 years ago

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Healing His Heart (18/?)

Young Remus Lupin/Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit Content (18+)

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Summary: (y/n) is two years younger than him, a popular Slytherin, and Regulus Black’s best friend. Yet he can’t help but be attracted to her bewitching personality and sweet smile. Unfortunately, his er–problem makes it harder to get close to others. Despite his attempts to push her away (for her own good) she seems determined to worm her way into his life.

Disclaimer: Remus Lupin (Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, and other Harry Potter Characters) is a character from Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling. Reader or y/n is not owned by Rowling. This work has not been created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.

Notes: So So So Sorry for the extremely long wait. I just could not get this chapter out of me for all that is good in this world. I hope some smut makes up for the wait.

Enjoy

Number Nine Glovergus Lane has an exceptionally large door; Remus observes as he looks up at the towering manor.

It's an especially sunny day, warm with a slight breeze. Perfect for taking his girlfriend somewhere for a stroll around a pond or... in a garden or something.

Instead of spending a romantic day with (y/n), he found himself being practically pushed out of the front door of her home. It hadn't been a malicious action on her part; she had ripped the letter from Mister Gedius out of his hands as they sat in her family's garden, eating breakfast. A brief glance over the letter had her dragging him out of his chair and up the staircase as she excitedly talked about the opportunity Mister Gedius had written about.

He allowed her to pick out the outfit she deemed "smart enough" for an interview and practically buzzed with energy as he changed, chattering away non-stop.

Of course, he had to agree with what she wanted. She was too excited for him to just ignore the reply. Besides, Mister Gedius was offering a particularly generous deal. It was good pay, flexible time (obviously a plus for someone who had a-- furry little problem), and he would be doing something he knew he would be good at. Maybe it wasn't a flashy Ministry position or the coveted Defense Against the Dark Arts post, but it was something. And he desperately needed something.

The last thing he needed was (y/n)'s parent's to believe he was dragging down their daughter in any way. He could be a provider.

Not that (y/n) expected him to take on such a traditional role, but something in him had to prove to others he was capable. No one had yet made him believe he wasn't, but society's view of his kind was far from accepting. It would always be a fear that lingered somewhere in his mind.

"Yes?" Remus snaps back to attention, looking up at the greying man.

"Hello, I am Remus Lupin. I sent you an inquiry about the Library assistant job last week."

"Ah yes," the man nods, "come in, come in." The man leads Remus into a large library, "sit, sit. Would you like anything? A cup of tea, perhaps?"

"Uh-- sure, thank you. That would be great."

The man settles down in a chair across from Remus before speaking, "Did I introduce myself?" Remus sets his cup down before responding that he did not with a shake of his head.

"Ah-- I always seem to forget. Effie always reprimanded me for forgetting to introduce myself," he chuckles fondly, "I am Iwan Gedius. I'm sure you deduced that considering, I am seated across from you."

Remus smiles politely, "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Gedius."

"Please, call me Iwan. If you're to take up this post, you must drop the formalities. They are quite unnecessary in my home."

"Of course s-- Iwan."

The older man smiles, looking amused, "So tell me, Remus Lupin, are you a recent graduate from Hogwarts?"

"I am, this past May."

"Congratulations. Do you have any experience with libraries?"

"Not any professional experience, but with my studies, I spent numerous hours locating books in the Hogwarts Library. And of course, multitudes of hours replacing said books."

Iwan nods, "And you're up for my library? I have to warn you, I am notorious for not reshelving my books. At least not very well."

Remus nods, "Whatever needs reshelving, I am more than willing to reshelve. And, I have plenty of patience to document or reorganize the whole library if needed. I am willing and happy to put the whole library back together, honestly."

Iwan chuckles, "You've more than convinced me, Remus. You can start next Monday, maybe around ten A.M.? I don't expect you to work more than five or six hours a day. Weekends off, of course, and personal time off is always available if you request a few days ahead of schedule. How does that sound?"

Remus grins, feeling elated, "That sounds great! I appreciate that you're taking a chance on me."

***

"So?" (y/n) is sitting at the dining room table when he gets back.

He shrugs off his blazer, setting it down on the back of a kitchen chair, "I got the job."

A smile rises on her lips, "Did you really?" Remus nods as she springs out of the chair she had been sitting on, launching herself into his arms.

"I knew you would get it! I just knew it!" Remus makes a noise of surprise as she presses her lips against his. His hands find (y/n)'s waist as he steadies them, their bodies molding together as the kiss quickly grows passionate.

"My parents-- they're gone for the next few hours," she whispers against his ear, her sinful hands untucking his dress shirt.

Remus doesn't think twice about what she said, pulling her immediately towards the staircase. Weeks had gone by between the time he was allowed to feel her underneath his body. The temptation to bury himself in her warmth, to hear her soft sounds as they move together towards mutual pleasure... It's too strong to resist.

(y/n) gets his shirt unbuttoned and thrown from his shoulders before he can get her bedroom door shut properly. He returns the favor with vigor, removing her clothing with unmatched speed. A bit embarrassing when he thinks back to it later that night, but at the moment, getting her naked and on the bed is all he could care about.

She looks fantastic, he thinks, once she's displayed in front of him. Despite actually only being a bit bigger than what they're used to at Hogwarts, the bed looks massive. The possibilities are endless, he thinks, trying to decide how he wants her situated.

Tapping her hip softly, he mutters, "'wanna try something new."

Sitting up on her forearms, (y/n) gives him a funny look, "like what?"

"You'll see," Remus kneels on the bed, moving her leg so he can lay next to her. "Lean against me. Just like that, good girl." He's moved her, so she's got her back pressed to his chest and her leg over his hip. Remus's left hand, which rests on her abdomen, moves up to massage her breast as his other hand begins to slip down her thigh towards her sex.

He swears she's holding her breath, her face turned towards him as he teases the skin of her inner thigh, not yet reaching where she wants him.

"What do you want?" he presses a kiss to her neck, his hands ceasing their teasing as he waits for an answer.

"You know what I want, Rem." Not the answer he wants, not what he wants at all.

He tries again with a light pinch against her breast for emphasis, "Tell me what you want."

The yelp is exactly the reaction he had wanted. Remus hides a satisfied grin upon her neck.

"Please touch me." Her voice is quiet.

He caresses her thigh, "here?"

(y/n) shakes her head, "no, no, please, Remmy. Don't make me beg you."

"I thought you were a good girl. Good girls use their words." He can't help himself, biting lightly where he had previously kissed.

She makes a whimpering sound, her fingers intertwining with his brown hair, pulling lightly as he tongues at her neck.

"I am-- I want your fingers in me, please. Please, Remmy, I want you to fuck me with your fingers."

He grins, "there we go. That wasn't too hard, was it?" He moves his hand down to cup her sex, "got to make sure you're nice and wet for my cock. Isn't that right, darling?"

"Yes, yes, please--" She's cut short as he thrusts two fingers inside of her. The noise she makes is like poetry.

"Is that too much?"

"More, I want more." She's already squirming against his hand, trying to fuck herself against it.

Any concern Remus may have had melts instantly, "as you wish." Pulling his fingers out, absolutely coated in her juices, he inserts a third before beginning a quick pace.

"My hands are a bit busy; how about you play with those pretty tits for me, darling." Remus's voice is low, barely over a whisper. Her hands are immediately at her chest.

"Like this?" Her voice holds a teasing edge as she watches his eyes follow the way she pinches her nipples.

"Exactly like that." With his free hand, Remus moves her beautiful face towards his, kissing her soundly. (y/n)'s hands are suddenly buried in his hair, forgetting her previous request as her hips maneuvering to press up against his lower abdomen.

"Fuck me, please?"

And who is he to deny her when she's behaving so good, using her words like he asked? With a tilt of his hips, he's sheathed within her.

With each shallow thrust, (y/n) rocks against his hips, causing her clit to rub against his body, the leg thrown over his hip wrapping itself tighter around him. Remus lets his hand drift from her lower back towards her ass, grabbing a handful to increase the push and pull of their lovemaking.

The angle is new for them, on their sides gripping one another to stay exactly like that because he's hitting just the right spot, the spot that makes her involuntarily let out small gasps.

She's chanting quietly, breathlessly that she wants more. She wants everything he can give her and more. Whimpering about how big he feels and how much she loves his cock.

"Please, Remus--"

"What do you want?" He asks before kissing her again.

"I wanna cum, please, Remmy--" Remus grins, pulling out quickly.

Before she can complain, he moves her to her hands and knees. Large hands massage her ass, feeling rather giddy as he runs his cock against her cunt.

(y/n)'s whole body seems to tremble, her face turning to look at him, "Oh, Gods-- hurry!"

The night is full of new surprises, he thinks to himself before he goes right back to fucking her senseless.

"Holy fuck," (y/n) gasps out. Remus can't help but grin, leaning over to press a kiss to the back of her neck. He feels huge draped over her body, caging her in against the bed as he relentlessly pounds into her.

This may be his new favorite position. He's got access to nearly all of her, and he can't say he doesn't enjoy having this more dominant power over her.

His hand snakes down to her sex, fingers moving clumsily till they find her clit. At the contact, (y/n) pushes back hard against his hips, her head jerking up just a tiny bit.

"Yes, there." Remus obliges, fingers moving in practiced circles around her clit, his mouth attaching itself to the side of her neck, pushing her towards her release. Feeling he's only going to last another minute or two more, Remus's movements speed up, hoping to get her there before him.

It seems to do the trick, her pussy trembling around his cock in seconds and a low moan of his name coming from her lips. The top of (y/n)'s body seems to slump against the bed as he chases his own release.

He pulls out of her, releasing across the small of her back with a deep groan. He steadies himself by planting his hands on her hips.

He's about to make a comment about enjoying the view when he hears the (y/l/n)'s front door open and close and the sound of (y/n)'s mother calling for her.

"Shit!" Remus springs up from the bed, grabbing his wand to get rid of the mess on (y/n)'s back and to cast a precautionary contraception charm.

"C'mon now," Remus whispers, pulling his pants back on. (y/n) laughs, rolling over to look at him, but she doesn't seem to be in a rush to get her clothes back on.

"Relax, Remus." She's about to pull on one of his shirts, but he grabs it from her hand.

"Don't make it too obvious."

(y/n) rolls her eyes, "I hardly think wearing your t-shirt is going to tip my mother off to what we were doing."

"I dunno! Mothers are weirdly perceptive."

His girlfriend giggles but pulls on her own shirt for his sake. "Ya know, you're cute."

Remus frowns, "I just don't want your parents to think anything there's any... funny business going on."

"I'm sure they know there is funny business going on. All parents were teenagers once too, you know."

Remus frowns, "Still! They don't need to catch us in your bed."

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