#ooooo yes more content of them

[dwaekkicidal]

biting...biting linos neck...his arms...his neck...his biceps....his chest...I think I forgot to say his neck? and also his neck!

this made me laugh SO fucking hard i cant even lie 😭 the way you worded this is like "the voices... the voices? ??!" (which is SO real for this either way)

but anyway yes i 1000000% agree with you. ive recently become a fan of biting people out of love, and i just know minho would be sooo caught off guard

if you bite his arms he wont give as much as a reaction as you want, especially if he's used to you doing it 😒 i mean he has cats (and i do too) so you learn to literally just zone out the gnawing

however!!,, his neck..... ooooo ur gonna get a reactionn~ he's soo not used to it, even after a while of you doing it

like do you remember that one skzcode episode where jisung kissed him on the neck (& supposedly gave him a small hickey) and he reacted like he saw a ghost??

its like that but so much worse >< his ears get all red and he looks at you as if you just offended him

maybe even stutters a little hehe

but he LOOOVES the marks you leave, especially if theyre really visible because he can flaunt them around his friends, but also because they get him all hard thinking about what happened while you were creating those marks ☺️

if he can he’d want to have it not covered up in makeup for some instances; obviously yes for like M2 performances / recorded content, but on stage or during lives would want to show it off

edit;

HIS CHEST HOW COULD I FORGET HIS CHEST!!!! 😖

his pretty, soft pecks that have never been touched in such a way!!! you simply kiss them and he’s blasting off to another planet

but if you bite or even lick them hnnnnnggg

all im gonna say is you found a cheat code to get to a pliant lee minho. (which literally never happens bc hes the lee minho of stray kids. ive never seen a more bratty-dom of a man)

but just this once, he’ll sit there and let you do whatever you wanna do to him (he might even let you top/take full control if you get him in the right mindset)

he’ll sit there, nails digging into his legs or into your arms or your ass as you leave pretty little marks all over his chest

gets real dizzy in the head if you ride him and leave the marks at the same time hehe

also loves seeing them the next morning when hes washing his face/going to take a shower

lee minho just a nibble. i beg.

[rippersz]

𝙲𝚊𝚝!𝙻𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜:

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These are my opinions! If you don’t agree, then add your own headcanons! The idea is taken from the mind of @masscared-star and their thoughts on feline Larissa Weems.

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Kitty Cat Larissa Weems is a white Turkish Angora feline. One of the fluffy ones with the thicker neck fur and ear tufts. Her tail widens toward the end and is very soft of course. Every part of her is soft.

Her teeth are very sharp. They’re still in human alignment, but the incisors and canines are obviously more cat-like. The premolars and molars, toward the back of her jaw, have more sharp edges. So she doesn’t hurt herself, her tongue rests in her mouth differently and has a very weird texture. It’s in between human, soft, and the feline, rougher and tougher.

Her pupils CAN turn into slits. Her ears CAN twitch and swivel and flatten. Her tail CAN swish swish swish. She also has a habit of stalking without realizing - walking with swinging hips and one foot in front of the other like that of a model.

She has PERFECT balance. Despite her height and stature, she will not fall. And if she does, she shall be graceful about it.

Heightened senses of course. She has an excellent sense of smell. Her eyes, however, function like a human’s. She can see all colors and has an innate sense of where things are so there’s no ‘bumping into things’ unless she’s somehow dizzy. BUT she CAN see in the dark. Built-in night vision. No hiding from her at night.

Ear scritches. Yes, ma’am. Scratch her behind the ears, be careful of her hair, and she will push into your hand without even thinking. It’s very comforting for her and sends lovely little shivers down her spine. Same with the base of her tail. She won’t respond in the same… interesting manner as a cat’s, but she will let her tail curl around your wrist or your waist. She has a lot of control over it.

PURRING. PURRRRINGGG SOMETHING IS PURRINNNGGG AND IT’S LARISSA WEEMS LMAO. She will purr whenever she is content. Head on your lap while reading. Eating a lovely little meal with you in deep candlelight. She keeps it low and soft when she’s in public, happy and proud of her staff and students, but otherwise lets herself purr as loudly as she wants when with you. - Larissa also has the ability to let out little ‘mrrow!’ chirping kitty sounds when she’s excited. If you show up with lunch for her one day and she’s not expecting you, she’ll perk up and the sound will leave her chest without any restraint. She will be embarrassed about it. You will laugh and she will be embarrassed and then when you give her a little kiss, she will purposefully nick your lip and you will go ow!! and she will go 'Gotcha.'

Showering…. hissss….. She loves showers so much, she does, because they are warm and she likes warmth, but they are also annoying. The pitter patter on her ears can irritate her, so she indulges in baths more. It gives her control over the touches on her ears and she actually enjoys grooming the parts of her that are feline. Although, if you headcanon that she has a proper cat form, she will not like water as much.

Her nails are sharp. She can’t help it. They’re painted red, yes, and they can be sheathed and unsheathed (like Enid’s, yes), but she tries to be gentle with them. When she’s angry or frightened, they shoot out - so just be careful.

Her precious soft ears are pierced, near the base by her head on the outsides, but those areas are sensitive. Not sensitive like ooooo but sensitive like ow please don’t squeeze there. She mainly wears pearls in those spots, because she likes the sparkle, but little golden hoops make the occasional appearance as well. - She does not like bows or things being placed around her ears though. Chances are she will not like extra accessories there. And she DOES NOT APPRECIATE YOU TRYING TO TURN THEM INSIDE OUT BECAUSE IT LOOKS FUNNY. You did it once and you have the nicks on your hands to show it. Worth the laugh though.

She hisses beneath her breath when irritated. A popping sort of hiss that rumbles from her throat and is often heard in the quiet of her office.

She’s quick. Crazy quick. It seems impossible but it isn’t.

LOUNGING. BASKING IN THE SUN. LOUNGING AND BASKING. MMMM SUNLIGHT. She will lay across her chaise and she will soak in the rays through the windows and she will turn around in her desk chair and just sit there until she nearly falls asleep. No, it’s not very productive, but if she doesn’t get her daily sunlight, she will be a little bit down. If you find her taking a midday rest on the weekend, full body facing the sun that filters through onto the bed, no you don’t. Don’t disturb her. Leave her be, purring away happily.

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:3 - Rip x

[erensemeraldorbs]

18+ Content Only ⚠️

❤️ Levi’s greedy slut ❤️

Summary: Just a one shot of Levi coming home and pounding that p***y

After a long 4 day mission your boyfriend is finally home and showering; unwinding from all the chaos and killing he encountered the past few days. As you hear the water turn off and the shower curtain slide you quickly rush to your bed and act as if you were asleep to see how he’s feeling about being intimate. You had been day dreaming about his cock since he was gone longing for it badly you can feel your heat growing more damp as you think of him sliding in and out your-

“Baby, are you asleep?” His deep voice snaps you out of your sexual vision.

As you slowly turn your head you see his glistening torso shine under the moonlight that’s entering your window. He always looks so goddamn sexy. His eyes meet yours and sharing the same intensity, he too had been missing you he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t thinking about you and how you felt vice-grip like around his dick. As he was out on the mission he had thought about coming back home and filling you up the minute he saw you.

“No..not yet I was waiting for you to come to bed, need you to hold me I missed you.” You say giving him those big eyes with your lip poked out a bit. He loved when you did that he thought to himself as he felt his dick twitch. He quickly got into bed pulling you close to him, foreheads now touching. “I missed you too brat, you have no idea.” Your lips slightly brushing with every word he spoke. By this time the wetness in your panties is now an entire ocean. Only he could get you this aroused by just being close to him like seriously he hadn’t even kissed you yet. Your lips finally meet immediately going in sync with sweet intention turning into passionate deep kisses. his familiar taste of tea and mint as your tongues twirl and explore each others mouth.

“God, I want you so bad Levi, I need you to touch me please.” You whine at the gorgeous man, only making him smirk raking his eyes over your perfect tits in your skimpy lingerie.

“Oh baby you’re so needy for my cock that’s so hot. I’m gonna make you feel so good have you rolling your eyes.” He growls at you with low eyes

This turns you on more making you quickly sit on top of him. Kissing down his neck, chest, torso. You stop right at his groin looking up with innocent eyes.

“First, let me make you feel good Captain.” you squeak holding his throbbing cock in your hand seeing the tip trickle milky pre cum. You lick from the base to the top then take his head fully in your mouth. This makes him groan, you smile with his cock in your mouth sliding down your mouth so now his length is hitting the back of your throat. You bob your head up and down in a fast pace while you massage his balls. His abdomen is convulsing with every choke he hears, he’s mentally burning the image of drool dripping down your chin as his dick constricts you of air.

“Atta girl, you love choking on my dick don’t you love? Only one that gets to feel that lovely mouth. Ahhh fuck if you keep going i’m not gonna last.” You release him from your mouth fast with a loud pop. He quickly switches positions so that he’s dominating you. He’s positioned in between your legs taking off your panties and stops to stare at your soaked cunt. “Fuckkk you’re dripping, i can’t wait to taste you baby is that okay?” He asks looking at you with those piercing silver eyes. You nod violently wanting nothing more than his face shoved in between your legs. He doesn’t waste a second diving in; licking and sucking your clit so crazily you let out a loud moan

“Ooooo fuck Levi yes yes yes just like that please it feels so good!” he smiles against your pussy and slips in two fingers pumping them fast making you come undone. You feel the tight knot in your stomach loosen, he doesn’t stop even when you squirt all over his hand and face. “Mmmm you taste so sweet love, could eat you for dessert everyday.” He says as he sucks his fingers never breaking eye contact. Still trying to recover from the powerful orgasm Levi gave so easily he is flipping you on stomach and gripping your hips pushing your back down creating a perfect arch. Slapping each ass check leaving a stinging sensation that moves straight to your core.

“I’m gonna cum in this pretty pussy baby, you gonna let me? Only one to fill you up..”

He lines his dick up so that it’s barely entering you. You whine a bite waiting for that full feeling in your stomach, a few seconds pass and still no movement just as you were going to look back you are rammed at full force.

“So so tight you fit me like a glove, this pussy is all mine no one else can have it, you hear me?” he breathes. “Yes!! no one else’s daddy mmm all yours please cum in me i want to feel it inside me” you screamed as he pounds you doggy style grabbing a fistful of your hair making you look back and kiss him. “So fucking sexy for me, you ready for my load baby? I’m gonna cum.” You couldn’t take the stimulation anymore as he slams into you relentlessly. You had become a moaning wreck tears streaming down your face, completely fucked out. After a few more thrusts you felt his body tense us and his strokes slow down. He pulls out and cleans himself off then coming to you with the towel and helping you wipe. “That sure was worth the wait wasn’t it?” You tease at him. He gently laughs and shakes heads “Tch, 4 days and had you begging for my dick brat, i think you’re the one that couldn’t wait.” He slyly smirks and walks to the bathroom buttnaked showing his cute ass turning on the shower again as the clean freak he is.

aksjsjsk okay goodnight i gotta go to bed for work byeee should i write more?!! this my first AOT one shot.. 👉🏻👈🏻

[thelovelyruin]

𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖆.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : choso x fem reader

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : you’re choso’s girl, and he makes sure to give you anything you want.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : smut, love, porn with plot, vaginal sex, praise, teasing, fingering.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 3.6K

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from primandonna by marina and the diamonds.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

Primadonna girl, all I ever wanted was the world…

“Chosooooo…” 

“Yes, princess?” 

“I want it real bad!” 

“That one?” 

“Yeah, that one!” 

“No problem, baby.” 

When you and Choso originally came to the mall, it was to get a dress you saw in one of the catalogs that gets mailed to your place. You’d been excited all week, having to wait til the weekend to get it ‘cause that’s when it released. You were one of the first ones there, trying it on and walking out on the runway in the store. Choso was enamored with you, especially when you did poses at the end, obviously playing around, but nonetheless, he had it bagged for you and paid for by the time you got dressed again. Even though you knew he would get it for you, you were still really grateful, kissing him as he took the bag from the counter. 

You’d decided to wear a pink tracksuit combo that day, a cropped jacket and shirt, and lowrise pants to show off your belly button ring. You wore your hair up in a ponytail, a couple of strands let out, and a cute pair of earrings. Then there were your bangles, clinking against your wrist as you walked in your pink Amiri’s. You called it “athleisure but way cuter!” (not like you were actually going to the gym), but despite what you wore, Choso thought you looked damn good.

I can't help that I need it all!

You and Choso have been together for about three years; it was pretty much love at first sight, at least for him. When he’d first seen you, it was in a magazine feature their team had gotten, getting a couple of models to take pics on the cars; you’d worn this cute top and shorts that left little to the imagination. Yuuji had given the magazine to him at a meet since he hadn’t gone to the photoshoot himself. When he landed on the page with you on it, Yuuji said:

“Dude, she’s a babe. She’s done a couple of shoots, but this was the first for our team. Just had to pick her; I mean, just look at those-”

“Look at my what Yuuji?”

You were standing in front of them now, manicured finger bringing the page down to look them in the eyes. Yuuji choked on his spit as Choso got flustered seeing you in person for the first time. You’d look past them and at the car they were sitting on, a G80 M3 with a candy purple wrap.

“Ooooo! This is so cute! Who’s is it?”

Yuuji pointed at Choso, who awkwardly smiled and gave you a little wave. You walked over to him, arms crossed as you looked into his eyes. Shamelessly, he looked you up and down, eyes landing back on your face as you smirked.

“And who are you?”

“Choso, nice to meet you.”

“Of course it is! Nice car, too bad I couldn’t shoot on it.”

You were a spicy one, but fuck, you were sexy.

“You can if you want to.”

You’d walked up to him, face inches from his as you looked up at him. Yuuji took that as his cue to leave, patting Choso’s hand as he walked off.

“Depends, do you want me to?”

“What I want is to take you out.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely. Let me pick you up on Friday.”

“Hmm, I’ll think about it!”

You say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's always someone else's fault!

You’d walked away from him, leaving him licking his lips as you left. He’d seen you around for the rest of the night, talking to a couple of the other girls, then taking turns with them to flag for the races. Before Choso left for the night, he’d looked for you, but you had already left. He sighed in defeat and walked back to his car, but before he got in, he caught something under his windshield wiper—a napkin with your lipstick print, and your phone number right above it.

Choso did take you out that Friday, picking you up and taking you out for dinner, a little bowling after. He’d fucked your brains out that night, and you two were pretty much inseparable since then. Before you came along, Choso won a few races a month, then bought a dealership; pretty well off but didn’t have a lot of things to spend it on. But you had plenty. After about three months, he’d moved you out of your place and into his apartment downtown, bringing your cat with you. He’d gotten you a C6 convertible, of course, gloss pink wrap with custom cheetah print seats, which you’d drive to and from Pilates and Starbucks, always coming home to kiss him as he spoke to the employees at the dealership. You’d cook him a nice dinner and snuggle up to him at night, a true love story.

Choso fucking loved you and, as a result, had a thing for praising you. Friends would say he kisses the ground you walk on, but he tells them no. He makes out with it. You were his and loved it, wearing a little silver chain with his name on it, him having a tattoo of your initials behind his ear. He’d send you on trips while he went out of state to race, often to fashion weeks, always coming back with quite the list. Like that time you’d come home from Milan, and you just had to have that sparkly Versace dress you saw.

Choso got you everything you wanted, no matter the cost or size. That is until now.

Got you wrapped around my finger, babe; you can count on me to misbehave!

“Baby, you already have that one.”

“Yeah, but not in pink! I got it last year in white before the new drop, so now I just have to have it!”

You looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes, which usually worked, but this time, he genuinely didn’t see a purpose in getting the same bag twice.

“It’s a no, princess. Sorry.”

Unfortunately for him, you were a fucking brat. Not that you couldn’t take no for an answer, but you weren’t gonna be happy about it. You’d walked off from him now, him tailing you to make sure you were okay. You’d walked into another store, real sweet to the attendant that walked up to help, but rolling your eyes at Choso as you looked through the racks.

“Princess…”

“Yes?”

“You’re acting like a brat.”

“Whatever do you mean? I’d like to try these on, please.”

Would you do anything for me?

With that, you walked away, the attendant opening the dressing room for you two as Choso sat the bags down. You’d put the dresses on the hangers as Choso took a seat on the bench in the room. Swiftly, you took off your jacket, hanging it on the door hook and taking off your pants, your shirt following. And what did you have on? One of those pretty lace sets he’d gotten you a month or so ago, a gift for your anniversary. You were wearing probably the only set he hasn’t fucked you in. You weren’t oblivious, taking extra time to get up from the floor while undressing. Choso felt pretty courageous, pulling you back into his lap as you gasped at the sudden motion. He spread your legs over his thighs, keeping your legs open as his hand walked itself down to your panties, which Choso rubbed through the fabric, making you squirm a bit. He brought his mouth to the side of your face, whispering in your ear as his other hand pinched your nipple through your bra.

“You’re pretty damn wet, princess. Want me to help you with that?”

“Mhm!”

“Gonna stop acting like a brat so I can eat your pussy?”

“Yes, baby, please!”

“My pleasure.”

Would you get down on your knees for me?

Choso set you up on the bench as he sat on the floor, pulling your panties off and gently sitting them down next to you. You met his gaze as he spread your legs, kissing the skin of your thighs as you bit your lip in anticipation. He chuckled a bit as he kissed the outside of your lips, excited to taste that familiar sweetness he’d indulge in every day if he could. Teasing you, he licked lightly into your slit, tongue barely grazing your pussy as you sat there whimpering. He’d brought his face back up, signaling you to quiet down as he tasted you. You shut your mouth, groaning into your hand as he began eating your pussy. He’d make it quick today, on a time crunch, before the attendant returned to check on you. He’d brought his face deeper into you, fucking his tongue into you as you gripped his hair. He’d heard you moaning his name into your hand, smiling into your pussy as you closed your eyes to center yourself from all the pleasure. With that, he decided to mess with you a bit. He took his tongue off you, replacing it with his fingers, you groaning from the lack and returning pleasure. 

I know I've got a big ego; I really don't know why it's such a big deal, though!

“Move your hand.”

Hesitantly, you moved it, trying to moan as quietly as possible as his thumb rubbed your clit, the others pumping inside of you.

“That’s a good girl. How ya feelin’ baby?”

“So good, Choso…”

“Yeah? You like it when I fuck you here?”

“Yessss…”

His fingers had found that sweet spot inside you, throwing your head back as your body arched forward.

“God, you’re so fuckin beautiful, you know that?”

“So sexy, even when you’re pissed at me.”

“Look at you, lookin’ pretty as you fuck my fingers.”

All the praise was driving you mad. You brought your hand to your mouth, bracing yourself for the impending orgasm. Instead, choso brought his hand up to your mouth, pulling his body upward to kiss the side of your face as he pumped relentlessly inside of you, feeling you almost screaming his name into his hand.

“You’re so pretty when you cum, you know that? Let me see that pretty face. Cum for me, baby.”

With that, you lost it, body jerking onto his fingers as you moaned his name over and over into his hand. He replaced his hand with his lips, feeling you groan into his mouth as you came down. He kissed his way back down, putting your panties back on as you sat there panting, recovering from your high. Smiling, he brought his lips to your again, pulling away to get a good look at you.

“Such a good girl for me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, princess.”

Choso wiped your juices off his face, watching you fix your lipgloss. Damn, you were-

“Ma’am, you okay in there?”

When you give, I want more, more, more! 

You opened the door, body adorned with one of the dresses you picked out, as you stepped out and did a spin.

“Do I look good in this dress?”

“Beautiful, ma’am!”

“Great, I’ll take it!”

After you got dressed and the attendant checked you out, she gave a wave and smile to both of you as you left the store. You held tight onto Choso’s arm, smiling up at him as he guided you towards the mall parking lot. He’d opened the car door for you, sitting you inside as he put the bags in the backseat. Starting the car, he looked over at you.

“Ready to go home, baby?”

“Actually, can we get ice cream first?”

I wanna be adored!

Get what I want 'cause I ask for it, not because I'm really that deserving of it!

Choso always went all out for your birthday, going above and beyond to make your day special. He’d started the morning by getting a private chef to come up to the apartment to make you breakfast. Before that could happen, though, he was having trouble getting you out the bed, especially with how you’d woke him up.

“Choso…”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Wanna fuck you, can we?”

Usually, he’d be more than happy to feel your pussy first thing in the morning, but you two had overslept (or, as you called it, beauty sleep), and the chef was gonna be there in the next 45 minutes, which you’d take the whole time to get ready.

“Want to, baby, promise, but your first surprise is about to get here soon; go start getting ready.”

When you’d heard surprise, you’d pretty much forgotten about morning sex, instantly hopping out the bed to start getting ready. You were so excited for your birthday that you got your hair curled the day before, lashes too; they were the finishing touch after you’d done your makeup. You decided on a cute pink tennis dress to match your pink Dolce sneakers, holding off on dressing up until later this evening. With a couple of sprays of perfume and a little gloss, you were ready just in time for the chef.

When you were done eating, you looked up to Choso, waiting to see what came next. He gave you a kiss and a smile, walking you to the living room, a bunch of boxes wrapped in pink paper on the middle of the floor. You squealed as you ran and sat down, waiting for him to come over.

“Oh, baby, you’re too sweet!”

“No problem, princess.”

You went through your gifts: a couple of pairs of heels he’d seen you looking at on Pinterest, one of those new hairdryers you saw on TikTok, jewelry, lingerie, the usual stuff. You’d give him a kiss between every present; lips probably had more gloss than yours did at this point. Some of the stuff you’d try on and walk around in like you were modeling, like the Chanel sunnies he’d gotten you. It always made him so happy; he could tell you loved every single one. You’d always take care of anything he’d gotten you, everything down to the first thing he’d gotten you, a sterling anklet you’d found online. After two years time, the chain snapped, and you had quite the fit. You’d been sad for days. Unfortunately, he couldn’t fix it, but he’d been there for you to reassure you that even though it broke, his love for you wouldn’t.

As you closed the final box, you wrapped him in your arms and kissed his cheek repeatedly, making him giggle as he almost fell over.

“Got one more thing for you, baby.”

Choso walked to the room, returning with a box with a big bow on the top. You looked at him skeptically, intrigued that this gift had been separated from the others. Still, you took it as he handed it to you, setting it on the couch next to him as you opened it. There was a layer of paper on it, followed by a simple dust bag, presumably to hide what was underneath it. Before you opened it, you looked up at him; he nodded to you to finish unboxing it. You slowly opened the dust bag, pulling-

“BABY, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!”

Choso had gotten you the pink version of the Vivienne Westwood bag you’d seen at the mall! You pounced at him as he smiled and braced himself for impact.

“You like it, baby?”

“I like it? I like it? I LOVE IT!”

Going up, going down, down, down!

You’d put your lips on his now as he brought a hand around you to sit the bag down gently. You completely straddled him, body pressing to his as you made out with him. He’d brought his hands to your ass, bringing your hips closer to him as you kissed him deeper. You’d pulled away, looking at him with half-lidded eyes, biting your lips.

“Baby?”

“Yeah, princess?”

“Wanna show you how grateful I am.”

“Yeah, how you gonna do that?”

“You're gonna take me back to the room so I can-”

Choso cut you off, throwing you over his shoulder as you playfully slapped his back, him slapping your ass next to his head. When he got you to the room, he laid you down quickly, taking off your sneakers and outfit; hate to mess up such a cute dress with cum stains, ya know? He’d removed his clothes, lifting your body to sit on the bed so you rested your head on the pillows.

Anything for the crown, crown, crown!

Choso brought his lips to yours, kissing you softly and then rushing down to your tits, making you laugh. He’d wrapped his lips around your nipple, looking up at you as he rubbed his hands up and down your body, tickling you slightly. 

“You like that, baby?

“Hmm, maybe…I think your lips would feel wayyy better somewhere else.”

“Oh yeah? Suddenly, I’m really hungry.”

He brought his body down in between your thighs, in one motion, bringing your thighs up to your chest, spreading you open for him. You whimpered when his tongue found your pussy, holding your legs firm as he fucked his tongue into you. Choso was having a lot of fun, seeing you squirm in the position you were in as he all but devoured your pussy. He let all of your juices spread his face, anything to taste more and more of you. When he started sucking your clit? You went nuts. You moaned his name over and over, gripping the shits as you were able to be as loud as you wanted. You felt that fire growing inside you as his nose rubbed against your clit, tongue sinking further and further, exploring you as you fell out above him.

“Baby…”

“Baby, I’m about to cum!”

“Baby, fuck, I-”

You came for him, closing your thighs out of reflex, nearly suffocating him. He brought his face up, letting your legs down, smiling down at you as you tried to catch your breath. Choso was pretty damn cocky. He knew that his tongue sent you flying, having to center yourself as you came down. He brought his body over yours, kissing the side of your face as you came to.

“You okay, princess?”

When the lights dim down, down, down, I spin around!

In one fall swoop, you flipped Choso over, straddling his waist as you brought yourself down on his dick. He was gone, shocked at how fast you’d maneuvered but also from how fucking good you felt. He brought his hands to your hips, fixing his legs so he could fuck into you. You were on top of the world, literally. He was thrusting into you rapidly, one hand on your tit, the other holding your ass as he slammed you down on his dick. Fuck, you two were in love. Bodies sweating against each other, both getting turned on by the other's face, flustered and fucked out as you brought your bodies against each other. You’d shifted your hips slightly so he could fuck into you at that angle that made you scream his name.

“Princess, fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

“Choso, fuck, right there, don’t stop!”

Got you wrapped around my finger, babe…

He was hellbent on making you cum on top of him; he could make you cum in missionary or doggy style later, but right now? He couldn’t get enough of your face, lips quivering and eyes forced shut as you tried to hold on to any sort of balance you had.

“Princess..”

“Mhm?”

“Look at me.”

Hesitantly, you looked in his eyes, knowing at that point you were about to cum. You were completely self-indulgent, and Choso loved it; you’d brought your body forward, resting on your hands on either side of his head as he fucked into you. Shit, he wasn’t gonna last much longer either with your face as close to his, getting a front-row view of your reactions to how good he was fucking you. He’d gripped your ass as leverage to slam you down harder, slapping the skin there every time you said his name. When your arms started to shake, he knew you were about to cum, so, like a good boyfriend, he talked you through it.

“Look how pretty you are, fuck I love you.”

“Gonna give you the world, baby.”

“You’re mine, yeah? Cum for me, then baby, give it to me.”

You lost it right then and there, arms collapsing and body laying down on his as you came hard all over him. God, you were an angel. Whimpering for him as you milked his dick, pussy spasming around his shaft. Choso came at that point, holding your hips against his as he filled you up, groaning as he sat his face into your shoulder. Panting, he brought you into a hug as he fucked you through your orgasm, smiling as you moaned his name softly.

You can count on me to misbehave!

Choso felt a little bad for fucking you so hard, your curls had fallen a bit, and your mascara had smudged a bit when you came. You lifted your hips slightly, letting him know to pull you off and lay you down. You turned your body towards him, running your hands through his hair. He swore at this moment he could marry you; watch you walk around with his ring on your finger, but right now? He was a little too fucked out to think about it clearly.

“How was it princess?”

“So good!”

He smiled and picked you up, taking you to the bathroom to get washed up. Looking at his watch, it was 10:45. Depending on how long you took to ready again, you guys could make the lunch reservations.

“Hey, baby?”

“Yeah, princess?”

“So, there was this LC500 i was looking at…”

“It’s yours.”

Primadonna girl!

♱ the song used in this story is primadonna by marina and the diamonds. 🖤

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𝖆𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖎𝖗, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖞𝖗𝖚𝖎𝖓.

[sweet-evie]

Coming Home

Content: Ch #221 SPOILERS, Established Relationship, gojo x afab!oc, gojo x fem!reader, nameless OC, she/her pronouns, lovesick!gojo... Added some extra flare to the unsealing, because Gojo deserves it.

A/N: Actually wrote this back in April 19, 2023… when Ch #221 leaks came out. Posting it now, because I miss him so bad, and was cleaning out my drafts.

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She’d heard it countless times especially after what happened in Shibuya — Satoru Gojo’s existence was vital in their world. The balance of the jujutsu world shifted upon his birth, and upon his removal, it was plunged into chaos. The fact that his presence alone was a deterrent for powerful curse users that had the intention of harming others testified to how truly influential and powerful he really was.

A walking god among men.

That truth was never more stark until now.

She grew up with him, in a sense — built a life with him for close to a decade and counting, before that ancient sorcerer outwitted them all and took her Love out of the picture. She knew Satoru Gojo as a man. Insanely powerful, yes… Yet he was still just human.

But now… 

Now as the earth finally settled after a long minute of feeling like it was being shaken down to its foundations, she beheld a horizon doused in blue and blinding white, the difference between the Satoru she knew and adored, and the Gojo that the world revered was as clear and divided as night and day.

The heavens roared its greeting as the earth trembled — a minute-long tremor that rocked the ground beneath her feet and caused her to stumble.

Whether they succeeded at opening the back of the Prison Realm or if Satoru himself found a way out, she cared not. It suddenly felt like the world inhaled one deep cleansing breath, releasing it all in a collective sigh of relief that revealed how much their world really needed the one person who stood a chance against the King of Curses and his malevolent reign.

The blinding strobe of light that shot to the sky, past the clouds, slowly faded away.

She had been in the middle of fighting Uro and Ryu when Sukuna cast his threatening presence over the world. That same presence that had Uro cowering and Ryu hesitating. And now… A far greater presence had re-entered the stage.

The elders were so quick to exile him, to strip him of rank and political power. But how foolish were they? Their opinions and their rulings did not matter in the face of Satoru Gojo’s incoming wrath. And what did their destruction and dissolve matter to her when everything she had ever wished for had now come true?

He was back.

Satoru was back… Her partner, her Love, Limitless Power Incarnate, the Honored One in the Heavens and the Earth.

=OoOoO=

What was she supposed to say? Were words even necessary? What was there to say?

She had so many things to say to him and they had so much to do. There were powers to consolidate, forces to account, politics to handle, and a myriad of societal problems to solve. The true work had barely begun. But when they were finally face-to-face, all semblance or thought of everything else except for them disappeared.

To her, there was only Satoru with that same blindfold hanging from his neck, jacket torn but with that same all-black ensemble he wore as a uniform every time he taught at Jujutsu High, staring at her with eyes reminiscent of blue skies dotted with clouds.

He was…weary and noticeably upset, but the relief that completely overcame his expression upon seeing her lightened the heavy emotions that swamped her just before this encounter.

She didn’t hear herself when a sob tore through her throat, and didn’t register the tears that gathered in the corners of her vision as her entire body trembled and she immediately reached for him.

They had a meager audience in the form of Yuji and the others. But did she care?

No…

So when his arms enveloped her and when she could finally feel his heart beating against her own, there was only relief and joy and overwhelming love at their reunion. It felt like coming home.

For the first time in a very long time, she wasn’t alone anymore.

=OoOoO=

There were no words to describe the slough of emotions that bombarded him after making his escape. He almost felt bad after hastily thanking his former students — his adhoc rescuers, Angel with Jacob’s Ladder. But he didn’t really care when all he could think about was her. He needed to know she was safe — that she was all right, that she could still accept him after his failure to uphold his end of the promise. 

He needed to know that she still loved him.

Time passed immeasurably fast — akin to a blink, when he suddenly found himself before her.

He’d been gone for a month, he knew, but it felt like all of these changes had happened in between the snap of measly fingers and eternity. It had been so long and yet it felt too soon.

She stood before him with the most peculiar expression on her pretty face, clad head-to-toe in dark shades of blue and dirty gray, exhausted, trembling, and so emotional. Those gorgeous eyes clouded with unshed tears, unbound hair swaying in the breeze, hands clenched into fists, lips quivering under the weight of suppressed sadness. Her voice as she mewled his name and sobbed, broke his heart.

He always hated seeing her upset — abhorred the thought of her drowning in despair. He never wanted to see her cry.

He wanted her smile, her happiness.

She barrelled straight into him after dismissing her naginata into the ether.

She buried herself in his arms just as he gladly welcomed her in them. Gods, he’d missed her. He refused to count the unnameable hours and minutes he’d spent wishing he could come back to her, return to the home they’d made, and the love they shared between them. She embraced him tightly and he wrapped himself around her, face buried in her hair, inhaling her deeply, treasuring every beat of her beloved heart. She cried in his arms and he couldn’t deny how wet his eyes were too.

Overflowing with relief and happiness, he pulled back just barely to cradle her face in his hands. She leaned into his touch and sighed in relief, with his name on her lips uttered as a reverent prayer. He’d never heard something so sweet and so endearing in his life. One of his thumbs grazed her parted lips — lips that begged to be kissed.

Indulging in his desires and her own, they fell into a sweet, lingering kiss.

Her fingers in his hair, his hands on her, their lips locked desperately to convey the sleepless nights, the loneliness, the despair, the overwhelming need to have the other close. It was completion and happiness and peace all wrapped up in one.

He was hers… And she was his.

They parted but just barely, still sharing breaths, with less than an inch between them.

“I missed you.” She murmured, tracing the curves of his lips with her fingertips.

He wanted to reciprocate with a joke, but really… he couldn’t. It was just… He swallowed thickly as he caught her hand and kissed each fingertip, her knuckles — pressed his lips reverently on the glittering solitaire diamond ring he’d given her for what felt like forever ago. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Satoru.”

“You’re still marrying me, right?”

She laughed, and it was such a heavenly sound to his ears. Her answer was even sweeter in spite of the carnage and desolation around them.

He could ask her a thousand times over, and she was certain her answer to that question was, and always would be, the same in every lifetime, in every situation.

“Yes… Always.”

Riding high from her reassurance, he squeezed her a little tighter, buried his nose into her hair and inhaled the scent of vanilla. He was home — a litany he'd chanted in his head over and over. He had come home; home was her loving arms, her smiles, even her tears. Home was the sound of her voice when she whispered his name.

He saw it in the way her eyes had searched his, tasted it in her lips with each touch, felt it in the way her heart beat against his own.

He was home... Finally home.

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[Dumped in AO3]

[bnnuy-wabbit]

PIN TUTORIAL.

So. You want pins of your favorite band/cartoon/oc/funny thing to put on backpacks/jackets/pants BUT you're broke and/or have no means to Acquire Pins. You find yourself thinking must Man do i need to make these???? And the answer is yes. Sadly, one either needs to purchase items to have items or make items to have items. I know, i know. It's unfair. It'll be alright, though. Fear not, beloved internet user, for i have The Easy Solution to Your Problem. For thee. Let me hold your hand passionately.

What you'll need is:

Safety Pins - you can buy them for hella cheap in packages with Many Of Them. I'm probably not from your country so you'll have to look for them yourself online or in a store) Pair of Scissors - for cuttin' Plastic - Any kind as long as it's thick enough. reutilize something that would go to the trash, if you can. I'm using an old fanta bottle i stole from dad's pepper pot from the garden. you could also used those hard ish plastics from boxes too or packages. It doesn't have to be transparent, but that's recommended. Some sort of Glue - I recommend hot glue. I did not, however, have hot glue, so I used a two-part resin for fixing pipes instead. If it works it works. You can use anything as long as it secures the safety pin to the plastic. The Pin Content - I'm using STICKERS. i bought 200 6 months ago and have many left overs. You could also use a drawing you made or a cutout from a magazine and tape it to the plastic with transparent packaging tape.

That's all you need. However, if you'd like to make your life a bit easier, it'd be nice to have in hand:

tape - for tapin' razorblade - for scrapin' pen - for Penin'

See. easy. doesn't need a lot. I must say that since i'm a craftsperson i have More Materials laying about than the average arguably human population, but that's pretty much it.

tutorial with pictures continues under the read more. selfie under read more too with them on a cool jacket. here are the results so you know what you're getting into. Ooooo you want to make pins so bad oooooooo

TLDR: glue Pin Content onto the plastic, glue the safety pin to that next. Pic IDs added.

STEP 1.

Stick the thing you want to pin on the plastic. I'm using stickers, but you can use the non adhesive stuff. You can tape a piece of paper to the plastic with transparent duct tape. Just make sure to leave a margin on all sides.

STEP 2.

turn the plastic sheet around. Mark where the Up part of the sticker is and where you want the safety pins to go. This part is optional, but it helps making sure you're not going to put the pins in the wrong position. I didn't do it on my last batch and they turned out fine.

STEP 3.

Secure the plastic to your work surface using tape to keep it still while you work. Again, optional, but it'll help keep the thing straight if your plastic is bent like mine.

STEP 4.

Scratch the surface of the plastic so whatever gluing method you use actually works. The surface shouldn't be smooth or else it'll be hard to glue. You can use anything to scratch it. I did a criss cross pattern as shown in the picture.

STEP 5.

Glue the pins to the scratched surface.

In my case it was done in two steps since the resin needed time to dry. I made a hard base to secure the pin and waited for two hours for that to dry. Then i put a small layer of resin over the part of the safety pin that doesn't open and waited for it to dry again.

This would be miles easier if you used hot glue. Just hot glue the pin to the plastic, making sure to keep the movable part free.

STEP 6.

Cut the pins! If you taped them to the plastic instead of using premade stickers then make sure to leave more plastic to the sides. so it doesn't fall off. They're done. You now have pins.

If you want to go above and beyond, you can cover the pin with a thin layer of clear nail polish to make it impermeable and more durable, but i'm all out of clear nail polish, so i didn't do it.

RESULTS PART 2.

That's it. That's all. Have fun!

[im-out-of-it]

part 14 of season 2, episode 15 continued “a problem of memory” ILL GO CRY NOW

160. this isn’t a parallel but I love Magnus teasing Alec as well as alec being safe with Magnus. it’s also a nice break from the heavy scene I’ve been posting. maybe it’s not super heavy but doing them in a row is A LOT. and they do have something in common: alec making Magnus smile

161. I really did forget this aline and alec scene

ooooo I love her coat

162. Aline knew something was off about fake Sebastian. literally almost everyone knows but he pulls off his plans very well. I’m just saying for a demon infiltrating an institute, who plays Izzy and alec like some damn fiddle, he’s very great at it. most of the time alec and Izzy are the smart sensible ones that see reason instead of jumping into shit like jace and clary do. I also want to note that alec is the first one who noticed something off about Sebastian. thank you (I think I used this one but whatever, I’m not looking back lmao)

163. I love watching them hug

164. same hug but in black and white

165. the way Magnus just melts in Alec’s arms. the way Magnus is home for Alec is the same way Alec is home for Magnus

166. I have no idea if I used these but let’s pretend I didn’t

167. Magnus is here crying because he spoke of his trauma but also he’s content and happy that Alec accepts him

168. also the way Alec gets down on eye level with Magnus. it’s not his fault he’s tall

169. yes, so that scene took four parts lmao

170. it’s really a shame we didn’t get more of aline scenes. she comes in season three but we still don’t get many scenes or an actual storyline about her. but the show was ending so that’s not their fault but it is their fault by not bringing her sooner

171. let’s just add this one as well

172. I love to see a smiling Izzy. especially after her yin fein storyline, it’s nice to see her happy

173. we were robbed!!!

174. this would be where real Sebastian dies

175. really taking so close but yet so far away literal

176. Raphael about to come to the rescue

doing a quick part

[sebsxphia]

Ooooo, yes to Gary cockwarming!!!! He gently calls you over. You sit in his lap, as he made space for you. Your arms loosely round his neck. He runs his hand over your sides. "Warm me, please?" He asks you with a whisper. Your answer is a kiss, arms tightening a bit to pull him closer. You straddle him, lips never leaving his. You grind you clothed pussy into his clothed cock. He whimpers into your mouth. "Just want to make you a little harder baby," you soothe him with lips brushing his. He grunts in acceptance and permission. You reconnect your lips, swapping spit and tongues tangling together. You grind two more times. His breath hitches. Your pussy soaks. You whine. Hands leave their places from around his neck, quickly spanning his chest and stomach, in a hurry to free his cock, but desperate to feel his muscles. Finally reaching the belt. Fumbling fingers doing their best to release it. He helps. You finally push his trousers and boxer out of the way. You look down. His cock is straining hard, standing to attention. You swallow hard, impatient. He uses this time to get your shorts off, throwing them behind him, unworried where they land. You are not wearing anything under. He runs his thumb over your pussy lips. His finger glides easily. You let out a content sigh. Gently running your palm along his cock. Your fingers dancing around his tip. He takes a sharp inhale. Pressing your foreheads together. A moment later your tops are on the floor, his trousers and boxers pooling at his ankle. You need skin to skin. He needs to feel your breasts. His hands secure over your hips. You start to rise. He secures your well-practiced movement, not letting you lose your balance. It feels so reassuring. He always helps you. He always keeps you safe. And now the main event. You cup his cock. Slowly guide it to your pussy. He puffs out a breath as you run his tip over your lips. He is dripping with you. Pre-cum leaks and mixes with your arousal. You are both transfixed. Your entrance aches to have him. His cock aches to have you. Gently, you lower. He doesn't hurry you. It takes a little bobbing to guide him fully in, his girth always a welcome challenge. But you take your time. While you wait as his dick is halfway inside you, he tears his eyes away from the sight and presses kisses to the top of your breasts. His thumbs caress your hips, your sides. When you exhale, you go further down. He looks up at you first, sees your hooded eyes. Then he looks down as you fully seat him inside. He gapes at the sight. He moans at the feeling. You stay there, breath shaky. He stretches you so deliciously. You hug him so neatly. He pulls you in, kissing you deeply. You melt. You break the kiss. You stick together in a hug. You pepper pecks along his neck. You can feel his cock throb. He can feel your pussy pulse. He inhales your scent. Bask in the moment. Then it's time. He needs to get these papers marked. You sit there comfortably. A small, breathy moan leaving your lips and his from time to time when he or you move. Then when he is done, he places his big hands on your ass, and stands, your heels digging into his. He carries you to your bed. He makes love to you gently. Each drag of his cock sends shockwaves through your spine. Each clamp of your pussy makes him shiver. He cums deep in you. He stays deep. He turns you over slowly. And you warm his cock for the rest of the night.

i’ve died, my dear anon! i’ve died!

this is exactly what i’m talking about when it comes to cockwarming gary! the entire process of it all is an intimate ritual. you both need that skin on skin, that moment of build up before he pushes himself inside of you, relishing the moment you both connect with one another. aaaaaah! you write it so deliciously, my dear anon, thank you for this! i know he’s got a thick cock too 🤤💌

[thisismysecondrodeo]

Thinking about ted tying me up 😶 or ted laying on top of me. His slutty forearms and his strong thighs. Sigh. horny ted thoughts

AN: Ooooo Ted laying on top of Reader gives me a thousand and one ideas so here's a little blurb.

Rating: Mature

Tags: prelude to sexual content, Ted Lasso's slutty forearms and strong thighs, Cuddling, Romance, nipple play

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It was well established in your relationship with Ted Lasso that your greatest joy was using the man as a pillow. Watching movies draped over his solid bulk like a blanket, resting your head on his thick thighs as you read a book, tucking yourself into his side to nap on train trips. And Ted seemed to enjoy it just as much as you did, constantly opening his arms for you and wrapping you in his embrace.

So when you saw Ted coming into the living room fresh from the shower, in short, plaid boxers and no shirt, his hair mussed, it was instinct for you to sit up on the couch and make room for him. It would be a pleasure to press against his warm skin, leave kisses over his freckled shoulders as you ignored whatever was happening on TV until he was worked up enough to carry you to the bedroom and fuck you silly.

But you smirked with a change of heart and reclined again, taking back the offered space. Ted tilted his head at you, curious.

"No, room in the inn?"

"Quite the opposite," you smiled, "come here." You held a hand out to him encouraging him to come over. Still confused, he lifted your legs and sat under your feet. "No come here," you tugged Ted by the hand towards you and he acquiesced, but hovered over you.

"I don't want to crush you, darlin'," Ted smiled a little bashfully but you only trailed your hands along his sides, shifting your legs to press your hips together encouraging him to relax further into you. You tucked his head under your chin and stroked his back with one hand, scratching gently against his scalp with the other.

"You're not going to crush me, I promise," you whispered gently, pressing soft kisses against his forehead. You tugged gently on Ted's hair, pulling his mouth to yours and he met you eagerly. The deeper the kiss, the more distracted he was from supporting his weight and the more your arousal increased as his heat pressed into you.

Ted was solid and dependable and it made you entirely too happy to hold him and caress him the way he so often did for you. He shifted his lower half, and it wasn't until he moved that you realized you'd been grinding against him. You couldn't help it. Your nails dug into his broad back and he moaned into your mouth.

You pulled away briefly, just to look at him and he looked back, eyes wide and lustful.

"What's gotten into you tonight, huh baby?" Ted said it with a small smile and you just shook your head slightly and smiled back.

"You always hold me, just thought it was about time I return the favor," you shrugged, and Ted kissed along your jaw and neck as you spoke.

"It's no favor to love you, baby, trust me." Ted reached for the buttons of your pajama top, teasing them open slowly and kissing every inch of exposed skin as he revealed it.

"Well in that case," you replied, your breath hitching as his mouth found your nipple, teasing it with his lips and tongue, "what do you see we move this to the bedroom and you can fuck me into the mattress?" Ted groaned, dropping his forehead to your chest, and you could feel his erection twitch against your thigh.

"Yes ma'am."

[duckymcdoorknob]

@mystwrites I TOLD YOU ID MAKE THE FIC TEEHEE!!

INSPIRED BY THIS BEAUTIFUL FREAKING PIECE RIGHT HERE!!!

RARARA MULTIPLE TK SCENES BC YES

Voices Carry

Warning! This is a tickle fic!

Ships: None! Char: Kurama and Hiei with a couple teaspoons of Lee!Yusuke

Warnings: This do have tickles below the cut ngl

Prompt: When the boys get into deep conversation one night, Kurama wants nothing more than for Hiei to shut up before he spills some secrets. Kurama would soon eat his words…

Tags: @giggly-squiggily TEEHEE SURPRISE! THIS IS MY “PAYBACK” FOR THAT LEE HIEI FIC >:))

It was a rare occurrence when the four were together and they actually got to enjoy one another’s company. It seemed that whenever they were in the same room, there was something that was threatening their peace that would happen the next day.

Hiei was sitting on the bed, resting his chin on his arm as he watched the rain fall outside of Yusuke’s bedroom window. Kurama lay with his head in the fire demon’s lap, engrossed in a book. Yusuke was trying to mask his excitement—though failing miserably—as he showed Kuwabara his Lego creations, and the orange-haired boy was carefully holding every set to ensure he wouldn’t break it.

Rain was harshly falling outside, so the other three were not going anywhere for quite some time.

“And this is one that Keiko got for me last year. I still keep asking to pay her back for it, but her stubborn ass won’t let me give her a single yen,” Yusuke explained, holding up a large replica of the Death Star.

The pompadoured male’s eyes lit up as he took in the awesome wonder of the huge project. “How long did that one take, Urameshi?!”

“Oh man, let me try to remember…” the green-haired boy murmured, “a good few months at least.”

“So cool…” Kuwabara breathed.

“You wanna hold it?”

“Can I?!”

“Sure,” Yusuke chimed, carefully placing the orb into his friend’s hands. “Just know that if you drop it, you won’t be walking away unscathed. Got it?”

Kazuma paled. “M-Mhm!”

As the taller male observed the craft, Hiei sighed in contentment. He never thought that he would enjoy the company of the two ruffians; moreover, he didn’t expect to find solace in watching rain fall.

“Say, Hiei,” Yusuke’s curious voice sounded from the other end of the room. “Did’ya ever have a raindrop race? Like you watched two drops trickle down at the same time and raced them?”

The black-haired demon narrowed his eyes in confusion before turning to the curious boy. “That sounds unbearably boring.”

“It’s like watching paint dry,” Kurama quipped, his deft fingers coming up to turn the page.

“Hey!” The spirit detective whined. “Oh like you’re any better. You’re reading Dickens!”

The red-haired male’s eyes flickered away from the copy of Great Expectations to an angry Yusuke. “And how did you know who the author was? My finger was covering his name,” he replied curtly.

Yusuke’s face burned in embarrassment. “W-Well-“

Having safely placed the Death Star on the shelf above him, Kuwabara cooed at his friend. “Ooooo! Urameshi likes reaaaadinnngg!!” he chirped, accentuating his teasing words with repeated pokes to the boy’s sides.

Yusuke squirmed and sputtered as he curled in on himself, falling backwards against the spirit sword user’s torso. “C-Cut that ohohohout!”

Kuwabara trapped Yusuke in his arms, caging him in. The little pokes had turned into rapid vibrations, and soon Kuwabara’s fingers were wiggling into the boy’s sides. “K-Kuwahahahabahaharahaha!”

The orange-haired male flashed him a Cheshire grin, cooing little teases in his ear as he snaked his finger’s under Yusuke’s shirt to spider his fingers along his tummy. The two demons’ attention was grabbed by an adorable squeal of agony.

“Nahaha-nahahahahaohoho! Quhihihihit ihihihit! Stahahahappihihihit!” Yusuke whined as his hips arched off the floor.

“Kuwabara,” Kurama warned. “If he’s asking you to stop, you must be mindful of his requests.”

“Ihihihim okahahahay. Ihihihits juhuhust a- hahahabihihit-HYEAHAHA!” The green-haired boy all but screeched as he felt Kuwabara’s fingers trail down to prod at his hips. “WAITWAITWAIT! OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHAY! THAHAHATS- THAHAHATS ENOHOHOUGH! KUHUHUWAHAHABAHAHARAHAHA!”

The pompadoured male promptly stopped and smiled, patting Yusuke’s tummy a few times before helping him sit up. “Sorry, Urameshi, couldn’t help it.”

Yusuke panted a bit, his dopey smile still plastered on his face. “Yeah, yeah,” he breathed, “Better watch your back… sleep with an eye open.”

Hiei breathed out a chuckle, a small guffaw leaving him. “Now don’t let Genkai know about this weakness of yours,” he quipped, “You’d never make it through another training.”

The spirit gun user flushed upon thinking of said scenario. By the name of the Spirit World… Genkai would be merciless.

“This gets me thinking… do demons have weaknesses too?” Kuwabara asked, poking Yusuke once more and eliciting a jolt.

“Of course we do. You’ve seen Kurama and I get gravely injured multiple times.” The fire demon replied, a small bout of confusion evident on his features.

“No, no, he’s got a good point,” the green-haired boy interrupted. “He means like- do you have human weaknesses? Like can you see a puppy in danger and stop everything to save it? Do you feel sad at sad movies? Or do you get grossed out when you see a bug?” There was a small moment of hesitation from Yusuke. “Are you ticklish?”

“Well…” Kurama chimed, sitting upright on his ankles, “I do get feelings from my human form. I experience the full spectrum of emotion. I would save that puppy, and sometimes sad movies get me a bit emotional. I don’t very much mind insects, but I’m not a fan of them. I experience laughter and joy as well,” he answered, dodging that last question.

“Oh laughter he does experience indeed,” Hiei interrupted, looking to the boys with an evil smile, “It’s quite easy to incite that experience.”

“Watch your tongue, Hiei,” the redhead growled, “You’re letting too much information go.”

“Oh really? You think I’m revealing too much to our delinquents?” the black haired-demon asked with menace.

“I do. And I think you’re about to let something slip; something with which I would very much not like these hooligans to know.” He rocked forward on his knees, “walking” closer to the fire demon, their faces almost touching, “Lock. Your. Lips,” he demanded.

“Fine,” a Cheshire grin toyed at his lips. “After all, it’s like you’ve always said, Kurama…”

The two delinquents watched Hiei effortlessly push Kurama over, sitting on his waist and holding his wrists above his head with one hand.

“Actions speak louder than words…”

“M-Must we resort to s-s-such childish antics?” there was a new emotion in the fox demon’s voice that neither human had heard before: apprehension. Hiei wiggled his fingers above certain spots, never actually touching down. “These two d-dohohont need to sehehehee what you’re-mmh!- talking abohohohout.”

Kurama sounded like he was fighting off giggling, but his voice was still low and demanding. The usual bass was still present, but the sweet chuckles slipping out gave it a more charming sound.

Hiei remained silent, his fingers finally touching down to wiggle against Kurama’s underarms.

“Agh- Hihihihiehehei-plehehehehease - pffhehehehe- plehehehehease behehe cihihihivil.”

Absolute silence was the fire demon’s reply, causing Kurama’s face to flush a bit in embarassment, his laughter being the only sound in the room.

“S-Say an-ngh-ahahanythihihihing y-you heheheathehen!” the red-haired demon all but begged.

The two human boys watched with fervor, stars in their eyes glistened as they took in the beautiful reality in front of them.

Kurama is ticklish. Kurama is ticklish. Kurama is ticklish.

Kurama is ticklish!

With a bout of urgency, Kuwabara jumped to his feet, rescuing the copy of Great Expectations and dropped a bookmark in it. He sat back down next to Yusuke, holding the book securely.

“Hihihihieheheihihi!” the fox demon whined. “Plehehehehease!”

“Please what? You told me to be quiet, and I’m obeying your command,” the black-haired demon replied. “Don’t blame me; tickling you was too easy of an opportunity to pass up.”

The redhead turned his head to the side, hoping to hide his face. The pink tint on his cheeks was prevalent, further signifying his pure embarrassment. As Hiei moved his hand down to Kurama’s tummy and sides, the fox demon got a bit of a breather. He wasn’t the most ticklish there, but it still got some giggles out of him.

“Oh dear, what a pity that you aren’t ticklish here. It would’ve been quite amusing to see you curl up around my hand,” Hiei teased, letting his fingers rake up and down the other’s middle.

“Jesus…” the green-haired boy murmured in a high-octaved voice. “Being tickled by Hiei is a death sentence.” he felt dizzy even looking at it…

“I heard that, Yusuke,” Hiei reported. “Don’t think you’re off the hook.”

Poor Yusuke’s eyes widened. What did he do?!

The fire demon grew bored, opting to move his hand down and pinch at the fox demon’s hips. Kurama’s eyes bugged out as his breath hitched a bit. He fell into deep belly laughter as Hiei released his arms and dug in with both hands.

“H-Hihihiehehehei yohohOHOHOU bahHAHAHAstahahard!”

No reply once more. What a cruel, cruel man!

Kurama threw his head back against Yusuke’s pillow and squealed, beautiful laughter pouring from his lips. “HihihiehEHEHEhei!”

“What’s wrong?” An innocent inquiry. “Ticklish?” A menacing rhetorical.

“M-Mohohove- HYEAHAHAHA! MohohOHOhove spohOHOHots!”

“Hmph, your human form is such a weakling,” he murmured, causing Kurama’s blush to deepen, “as you wish.”

The fire demon’s hand found their way to the fox demon’s thighs, taking refuge and squeezing there. Kurama shot upwards and tried to push at the hands assaulting his hyper-ticklish thighs. The poor redhead could only fall backwards and squirm, hoping to escape.

“NONONONO! NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!”

“Oh? Not… here? But I could have sworn that you had said to move spots. It’s not nice to make requests you don’t want fulfilled.”

“Man, Hiei is ruthless,” Kuwabara reported over Kurama’s frantic giggling, placing the book safely on the floor next to him.

“Hmph. Serves Kurama right for always tickling me,” Yusuke pouted through pursed lips.

“YUHUHUHUSUHUHUKEHEHE! KUHUHUWABAHAHAHRAHAHA! HEHEHEHELP MEHEHE!” Kurama all but begged.

The two boys smiled as they stood to their feet and spectated from a higher angle. This side of Kurama was one that only they would be lucky enough to see. His sweater had ridden up a bit, revealing the soft skin of his torso, flushed pink from the previous contact of ticklish fingers. His face was pinker than his shirt, and little tears of mirth dotted the corners of his eyes.

“Aw man, Kurama, you look adorable!” Yusuke chirped. “Of course I’ll help you out.” the spirit gun user chimed as he softly swiped his fingers across the fox demon’s neck.

Well, that did it.

Kurama exploded into cute laughter. Not knowing which person to arch away from, he simply let his head hit the pillow as he boomed with laughter. His chuckles were breathy and desperate, with little hiccups and stutters adorning them.

“YOHOHOHOU TWOHOHOHO AHAHAHRE AWFUHUHUHUL! IHIHIHI- *Hic* IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT-“

“Guys-“ Kuwabara attempted.

“Awww, poor Kurama,” Yusuke teased in a baby voice, eyes closed in glee.

“Hey, guys!-“

“QUIHIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIT! *snort* IHIHIHITS TOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHUCH!”

“Perhaps you should have thought about that before you spoke to me with such poison on your tongue,” Hiei replied, focusing on squeezing with dexterity.

“CMOHOHOHOHON!! ST-STOHOHOHOP ALREHEHEHEADY!”

“HIEI! URAMESHI!”

The two males stopped their assault immediately, looking at an angry orange-haired boy. Their attention had been dwindled from Kurama for a few seconds..

“You have to give him a break. He’s tired! Can’t you tell he’s had enough?”

When the three looked back upon Kurama, the two humans felt a chill run down their spines. In place of his previously fiery-red hair, long, white strands adorned his head. Large, fuzzy ears twitched before he sat upward, pushing his two assailants off of him.

Before he could register it, Yoko pounced, and their positions were switched. Yusuke was now pinned under the demon effortlessly, squirming in anticipation.

“Now, now, Yusuke,” his smooth voice had murmured. “It seems you know what’s in store for you…”

The boy swallowed. Kuwabara backed up, grabbing a starstruck Hiei and pulling him off of the bed.

“Now, tell me,” Yoko demanded. “What is the difference between myself and my pathetically sensitive human form?”

The spirit gun user squirmed a bit in anticipation. “Y-You have claws?”

A rumbling laugh escaped the white-haired demon. “Astute observation, Yusuke, but that was not the answer I was seeking.”

Yusuke’s body squirmed and squirmed, trying to free himself as Yoko’s hand descended and rested atop of his tummy.

“Shuichi experiences human emotions, and I do not,” Yoko whispered calmly. “And among those emotions…”

Yusuke all but screamed when he felt the demon’s claws begin their ticklish assault on his sides. It was 100x worse than Shuichi’s more gentle approach. His bottom instantly arched up from the bed as helpless laughter poured from his lips.

“Is mercy…”

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Ooooo! I really love hearing your analysis on 5ds characters (we really need more 5ds content here man lol) and I would like to know your thoughts on Luna/Ruka's character and how she practically became unimportant. Like, her ability to communicate with duel monster spirits (shouldn't that be another variation of psychic abilities?? i could've sworn it was mentioned by Sayer/Divine but I could be wrong... they should've definitely explored the concept of psychic duelists as a whole if they were meant to be so important btw) and being some sort of empath(?) (not sure if that's the correct word), and also being a prodigy at a young age but was quite sickly growing up... I feel like the writer's missed a chance to develop her character more post-Dark Signers arc and I'm wondering what you would want for Luna/Ruka if there was a chance to put ideas on the table. Ahh sorry for my rambling. I'm very invested in 5ds but there are some parts that do not fit together or are unexplained or underdeveloped so reading your posts and analysis makes me feel as though I'm not the only one who feels that way despite loving the show so much since I was a kid. Thank you!! have a good day!

Hiiiii thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed my analyses. Believe it or not I have a lot of fun writing them (I may be a slight masochist). Also, absolutely agree. Like, I know the show is over a decade old at this point so I guess it's natural that less people are into it now, but I really wish more people posted about it, too...

Ah, dear, sweet Ruka. I would love to answer your ask bullet point by bullet point, but to tell you the truth, I wanted to write a full analysis on the twins, anyway! So I hope you can forgive me, but I'll save all my big talking points for when I get to that! That said, YES, poor girl was completely underutilised, she's got so many interesting concepts going for her that just didn't go anywhere. The spirit world connection is the worst offender imo because that was such a uniquely Ruka thing. Not to speak of the psychics-topic. The concept was so woefully underexplored—hell, even on Aki's end, who has even more of a reason to have that topic addressed in her character arc, we barely get anything.

I'll save what I would have done differently for Ruka when I get to write my big thing about the twins, though. One thing's for sure, I wouldn't have ditched the spirit world and I would have actually cleared up whether she has some variation of psychic powers or whether she's just extraordinary in a different way.

No need to apologise for rambling! Rambling about 5Ds is the name of the game on this blog and everyone's welcome to yell along with me. After all, I'm just as invested in this show. It's always good to find someone like-minded!

You have a good day as well, thank you for this sweet ask!

[youre-my-too-much]

Hey, you ask me to let you know my speculations for season 3, so... here you go.

Relationship wise:

Cash and Darren just being a couple, no break-ups, please. Like, let them say what need to be said in episode 1 and stop arguing about sex for god's sake. For a relation that should make the audience believe a aceXallo relationship could work, they are very good at making me feel the opposite. (I am probably ace, for the record).

Ant and Harper slow burn with more screen time, please. I want to know more about Ant's home life and see if his parents would be chill with Harper (since she is a girl) or push him to bring her to church. Also, we know Harper stayed with a religious family in S1, but she didn't look very comfortable with it. As a religious person myself, I kind of want to see where this is going.

Amerie and Malaki being long distance friends, fixing their little things as friends since they have no way to jump back at sex, then Malaki comes back.

I don't want Quinni and Sasha to be together, but I would have fun if Sasha start falling for Quinni again, and she just went "I will never feel 100% myself with you, so no".

I like Missy and Spider, they get to be background cute now that they are public knowledge.

Otherwise:

Give-me more family content, please and thank you! I want to see Ant's and Sasha's homes a bit. Also, please have Cash say any words about his parents, the boy is avoiding them like the plague.

In this topic: let's please hear Cash talk about his past in his own words. All we know about him are from Nan's and Chook's mounts.

House sharing drama for Harper, Cash and Darren would be fun

I agree with you, I want to see on screen what they are doing with the school work now that there's no school. I feel like they might be forwarded to other public schools and, like, separated.

I, however, don't want to see Chook dead, I want Cash to deal with the fact that his old live and his old (and for most part, only) friends are out there, in all the places he knows to go, and in some level they would bring him back, but in some level he lost them forever. Now cope with the lost of the only identity you ever was allowed to have, your former-eshay that still walks around in the costume of one. Cope with the fact that Chook is alive, and for the longest time you were all his family and he was yours, but not anymore. He is still there, in the corner of your vision, but you shall never look at him again.

I want more Quinni focus scenes! I want to see her journey to find out who she is under the mask(ing)!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ooooo 100% yes! I totally agree w u that it is kinda weird that they’re like “here’s an acexallo relationship! It works!” and they argue about sex DAILY. So I’d really also like to see that become a nonissue.

And yes!!!! Seeing more of the home lives would be fantastic!!!!!! It’s very interesting. And I’m also v curious to see how Ant’s parents would react to all of this + how that affects Harper!!!! Also very good point about wanting to see Cash talk about his life in his own words. He really deserves time to heal from all of that and recognize being actually loved without conditions by the people he has in his life now.

[sweet-evie]

IMAGINE Satoru and Suguru as fucking YouTubers, circa 2014-2018.

Ohmygod they would be SO entertaining, I swear. This AU lives in my head rent-free at the moment, so let me word-vomit about it.

It all started with Satoru... Things like this, of course it starts with Satoru.

Satoru gives me storytime YouTuber vibes. His channel started out that way. It's just him talking about how crazy his life is. But after he amassed a following, around 100K, he eventually became a variety sort of YouTuber.

Satoru does a LOT. His channel is INSANE. From food challenges, to trying weird food on camera, to going to haunted locations, to putting weird stuff in the microwave to see what will happen (his house is permanently in danger), to failed cooking videos, right down to trying random products he finds in online stores.

Trust me, it doesn't take him long to get to 10 Million subscribers. Probably 10 months or less. That face card ain't declining and he's always going to pull people left and right.

In the beginning, a lot of Satoru's traffic came from Instagram. It's just him looking so aesthetically pleasing, he's irresistible. His Twitter is a mess. Twitter is where he shitposts, and people know better than to take him seriously on Twitter. His Snapchat... Good lord, help the poor soul who's following him on there. It's random shenanigans that would have you questioning if Gojo is okay.

For the first two years of his YouTube career, Satoru has been doing this YouTuber thing solo.

And then his best friend, Suguru Geto, made his debut on his channel and it's OVER.

His fans fell in love with Suguru. Of course, they would. Tell me you wouldn't love him? (in an AU where Suguru is innocent and has never attempted to commit crimes against humanity).

Also, Suguru is deadass charming when he wants to be.

Satoru and Suguru = iconic comedic duo.

Satoru's views and engagement skyrocketed from the moment Suguru was introduced to his YT audience.

At first, Suguru kept all his social media accounts private, and Satoru was always careful and mindful about what appeared on camera.

Eventually, Satoru influenced Suguru to start his own YT channel.

Suguru Geto strikes me as the type who would have a niche YT channel. Like, he targets a specific audience. The opposite of Gojo's chaotic variety channel.

I kind of find it hard to pin down what sort of content Suguru would upload, but I'm leaning toward day-in-the-life vlogs, fitness, travel vlogs, and commentaries.

If you want serious, educational, aesthetic, and calm content, head over to Suguru's channel.

If you want unhinged shenanigans and pure chaos, Satoru Gojo is your guy.

Satoru promoting Suguru's channel after a failed cooking video be, like:

=OoOoO= =OoOoO= =OoOoO= =OoOoO=

"Well, it's whatever!" Satoru laughed, side-eyeing the messy slop on the countertop that he'd had the audacity to call a donut cake before the entire video devolved into him and Suguru flinging globs of cream cheese and chocolate frosting at each other across the kitchen.

"Who is going to finish all this?" Suguru lamented, eyes narrowing at the pile of food on Satoru's marble counters.

"What are you talking about? We're eating that!"

"Oh fuck no!"

"Yes!"

"No, Satoru."

"Yeeeesss!" Satoru cackled and flung an arm around Suguru's shoulders, bringing his friend into the frame for the special announcement he'd teased at the beginning of this video. "Now come here, it's time to tell them our surprise."

"Our surprise?"

Satoru laughed. "Well, your surprise, but you did this thanks to me~ You're welcome, by the way."

Releasing a deep sigh at the sound of Satoru crooning into his ear, Suguru shook his head. Satoru was more excited about the announcement than Suguru himself would ever be.

"Are you telling them?" Satoru asked, blinking at Suguru over the rims of his dark Versace sunglasses.

"Nah, you do it."

"Everyone, Suguru finally has a YouTube channel!" Satoru announced gleefully, the widest grin splitting his face as he wrestled Suguru into a headlock. A headlock that the latter had no problem prying himself away from. "After a whole year trying to convince his stubborn ass! And the first video is already up right?"

"Two videos, but yeah, they should go check it out if they want." Suguru nodded, flashing an easy smile at the camera, and towards millions of Satoru's lovestruck fans.

"Two! He's fast! Go check it out, guys. Suguru's channel is in the description below. It's the first one there. If you guys need something to help you relax or--"

"--To cleanse your palette after this madness."

"Hey! Rude! They love my cake videos!"

"That's not cake, Satoru."

Neither of them acknowledged the sloppy pile of donuts coated in multi-colored frosting, teetering on the brink of collapse in the background.

"But yeah! Suguru's channel is up right now. First two videos, go check it out! Subscribe, show him some love, give it a like. We had fun hangin' with you, we hope you had fun hangin' with us. And I'll see you guys tomorrow!"

=OoOoO= =OoOoO= =OoOoO= =OoOoO=

UGH! THEY'RE SO CUTE!

[kitsmits]

I'm a huge fan of your work 'mono no aware', really love the plot and the setting and hope you continue making such content (*◇*). To be honest I had some questions regarding Kaede (you may choose not to answer)

• does kaede like fiction

• does she wear glasses? ( reading glasses or something)

• do you think Kaede is good with kids?

• and lastly,do you think she is the jealous type?

Thank you !!!

Ooooo, been a while since I've gotten an ask about a character! *cracks knuckles*

Kaede does like fiction! When she was still in the Nest of Maggots, Urahara would bring her all sorts of books from the Human World, including fiction. She has a soft spot for old epics like "Journey to the West." She also enjoyed reading Shakespeare plays and dreamed of one day getting to see them on stage (as they're meant to be). She also loves anything with creative wordplay (hence her affection for Shakespeare). (If I was more familiar with Japanese and other old Asian literature, I'd be able to tell you what she likes from that too, lol.)

Does Kaede wear glasses...she doesn't need glasses, but I could see her wearing them occasionally. If she were more subject to such human things as normal aging, she'd probably need reading glasses eventually. Definitely one for wearing sunglasses in various shapes and shades, though, since she 1) enjoys being outdoors and 2) they help disguise her rather unique and memorable eye color.

Is Kaede good with kids...that's a good question. Before her century of wandering the Living World (after the events of Turn Back the Pendulum), she didn't have much occasion to interact with kids. At first, she'd be kind of awkward and unsure of how to interact with them. (Actually, we might get to see this a little bit in an upcoming chapter when she first meets Gin.) During her time in the Living World, she gets a bit better around kids, but it helps that she usually only has fleeting interactions with them. It's easy to be "good" with kids when all you're doing is occasionally handing out candy, lol.

On that note, though, there is a sort of side story I have in mind that takes place during her century in the Living World, where she comes close to having something like a family. I might write it up as a Tumblr exclusive or a short story on AO3 at some point.

Is Kaede the jealous type...hm. Kind of, yes. But not necessarily about other people. Like...probably the best way to describe her sense of jealousy is in the purest definition of the word, which is more akin to possessiveness than envy. Take how she feels about the Hogyoku, and especially how she perceives Aizen's fascination with it. She haaaates how much attention and importance he gives that little hell ball that (in MNA) she created. Heck, it's one of the reasons she low-key hates the Hogyoku itself: Aizen used to treat her like some unique, near-transcendent being worthy of worship. And yes, she used to low-key hate that sort of attention, mostly because 1) she didn't like being treated like something so "other" and 2) she didn't think she deserved that kind of attention. But now that Aizen has shifted his focus and, dare I say, adoration onto something else...yeah, she's jealous.

That said, if she thought Aizen was giving another person that sort of attention, and especially if he was letting another person see the "real" him (particularly while he's still playing the role of the loyal lieutenant/later captain)...she'd be jealous of that person, too. So like, other people flirting with her chosen person? Meh. But her chosen person sharing a side of themselves that she believed was reserved for her, and her alone? Fuck yes, she'd be jealous.

[branmuffins22]

from this ask game

🧮 what are you working on? describe it in 20 words or less

🌅 do you typically known the ending to something before you start writing it?

🔚 have you ever completely changed the direction a piece was going?

📚 do you ever read similar works while writing, or do you intentionally not read them?

😊 say something nice about your writing

Thanks for the ask!

🧮 what are you working on? describe it in 20 words or less

Lots of Owl House stuff, mostly Vee-centric/adjacent fics, but also a canon rewrite and a Code Lyoko AU.

🌅 do you typically known the ending to something before you start writing it?

Ehhh, kindasorta? Yes and no? I usually try to get a rough idea of what the consequences of the story will be, like who ends up where and some of how they got there, but I rarely have it nailed down completely before I start. Gotta give the characters a chance to wander before I pin 'em. For instance, in The Disappearance of Masha DeLisle, I knew going in that it would end with Masha waking up on a beach in the Demon Realm, and with Vee isolating herself between her breakdown and the imminent shutdown; but I didn't know Vee would lock herself (and one of her cabinmates) in Cabin 7, and I didn't even consider the counselors' POV until I got there, despite that segment being the actual end of the fic.

🔚 have you ever completely changed the direction a piece was going?

Kinda, but not really? Not yet, anyways. Or, not that I can think of? Hm. Maybe I shouldn't be answering asks so close to bedtime... Two of my WIPs have been marked for major revision: one because I tried to do a little too much at once and didn't leave myself room to actually tell the story, and another because I realized an entirely different format could tell the story in a much more effective way. That said, I haven't actually started writing either of those revisions yet. Still in the most basic planning stages of "Here's how I should fix this." Either way, while the contents are changing, the stories themselves are fundamentally the same. So I guess, I've come across these obstacles on my way to those destinations, and I've picked out what detours to take, but I still haven't started moving from where I stopped.

📚 do you ever read similar works while writing, or do you intentionally not read them?

I read a bunch of similar works, since those are what scratch my itch, but perhaps predictably, nothing is quite exactly the way I'd do it. If nothing else, I like to collect relevant headcanons and such, like some sort of possum. I try to maintain a list of credits for where I got certain ideas from, but it's hard when I just spontaneously remember A Thing I'm Pretty Sure I Read In A Fic Somewhere and decide it's so compelling that I simply must include it. It once took me like a month of off-and-on searching to find the fic I got a certain spell idea from, and the search is over a year and still ongoing for the fic that cheekily described a giant Worm Off The String as one of the Boiling Isles most fearsome predators, that Luz and one of her friends encounter in the woods, having to stay perfectly still to avoid its detection/ire... Anyways, yeah. I read similar stuff. It's fun and inspiring!

😊 say something nice about your writing

ooooo, ur brain is sooo awesome. ur dedication to The Bit is exemplary, nobody is using literary devices as character gimmicks quite like u 😤

[classificationhell]

How would Vox react to 2p Vox and Val? Would he be jealous that another version of him has a relationship like that and help raising reader? Or would he be disgusted his alternate self let Val within five feet of reader?

I think he'd be somewhat jealous of their relationship if they somehow ever met up... ooooo imagine some weird portal isekai shenanigans happen and their Readers switch places. Like these two in specific are identical, but obviously they have different relationships with their Caregivers. I imagine each one is confused on why their Daddy looks different and both are scared of Valentino. It only takes a little while to realize this isn't their Reader, but at the same time it is. I imagine they both work tirelessly to get their version of Reader back, but in the meantime they'll take care of the one they have.

Eventually, they manage to meet up and trade. I imagine Vox is concerned for alternate Reader's safety when he sees the alternate Val there, but when the AU Reader runs to him shouting Papito as the moth runs towards them and scoops them up with happy squeaks he realizes that this version isn't a danger to their safety. Vox's red alternate hands him his Reader who seems to have fallen asleep in the others arms because they had been inconsolable without their Daddy. "You gotta good kid, very attached," 2p comments as he hands them over.

"Yeah you too," Vox said unsure what to say. Each Caregiver then went to their own Little and the original Reader wakes up and begins hugging Vox and crying happy tears. Once the Littles were calmed down they began talking about their adventure.

Vox finds it hard to imagine a Vark who's like some police dog, and he finds it even harder to imagine a Valentino who is usually the calm collected type who absolutely adores him. It may make him a little jealous, but he has something they don't have, and that is Reader. Yes they have their own version but no matter how close in looks or personality they still weren't Reader, and you were worth a million decent Valentino's.

Kinda went off on a tangent but TLDR A bit jealous at first but more than content with you and Vark.