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ohsunnyboy · 3 months ago

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never again | yoon keeho ˚₊‧⁺˖

you don't know what's cuter. you're boyfriend, lee keeho, or the delusion that the leafs will win the cup in either of your lifetimes.

TAGS: established relationship, toronto leafs fan!keeho, boston bruins fan!reader, screaming and shouting at a tv screen, fluff, maple leafs hockey is its own tw, drinking games!! keeho is lowk ooc

A/N: based off this iconic video. game 6 changed my brain chemistry and gave me hope until... well iykyk... here's the match recap. this is so niche it's entirely self indulgent sorry in advance lmao

WORDS: ~1000

If you're going to be a hockey fan, you should know the number one rule: don't date within the division.

The notorious ad aside, it's pretty clear, once it gets to playoffs with you two, everything's off the table. Especially if you're throwing couch cushions across the room when you're team can't convert on a power play. Cough, the leafs, cough.

Which made it especially weird when you, a Boston Bruins fan ended up dating Yoon Keeho, a fucking Toronto Maple Leafs fan.

"Oh my god are the refs blind?! That's clearly a holding call!" he cries. Ah, it really doesn't get sweeter than this.

"Shut up, he just boarded Lohrei with that! Penalty for both of them," you snarl out, eyes fixated on the tv screen, watching the play-by-play slo-mo of the hit. Lohrei crumpling against the boards as Holmberg practically folds him. "Look! They're not even calling it. Did you see Carolina yesterday? they were calling everything that breathed wrong."

With a sigh, both you and Keeho take a shot. At this rate, you both could be professional alcoholics with how many missed penalty calls there've been this series. You can already feel the regret in the morning trying to sink in with this drinking game.

Keeho hums beside you, but he's been practically vibrating out his skin the entire game. "That's just Svechnikov no? He's massi—OH MY GOD WILLIAM NYLANDER YOU SWEDISH BEAUTY!"

The screen erupts as Nylander finally opens the scoring for the Leafs. A sea of horrific blue and white exploding into cheers. Idly, you think it's the most lively you've seen Scotiabank Arena in years.

"Ugh, really?" And you just have to flop back into the couch corner as Keeho takes his victory lap around the room. Dressed in, of course, his Nylander jersey.

"Oh yeah baby! I could marry that man," he laughs, before very comically and somehow very seriously turning back to you. "After you, babe. Of course after you, love of my life, angel of my univer-"

You hurl one of your last pillows at him. "Sit back down, idiot." The high flush on his face is pretty adorable, even if his alcohol breath stinks when he curls in next to you on the couch. Both of you are going to be crawling out of bed tomorrow for sure.

From above and below your small apartment you can hear the same screams. With the window propped open, you can even hear horns go off in the streets. Capital of Hockey and all that. Moving here to be with Keeho had been hard to do, but so much more worth it for the hockey. Especially when Boston comes rolling into town: being the only Bruins fan for rows on rows was intimidating but so much sweeter if they won.

"I'm your idiot, idiot," he croons into your neck. Peppering you with cute and sloppy kisses across your skin. You finger's curl idly into his hair as you watch the ads spin by on the tv, signalling the end of the second period. His cold fingertips curl around your waist, idly smoothing circles into it. Curled up like this, it's the cosiest you could ask for - and somehow you don't mind the lack of pillows. You both make up for it with your shared body heat.

Carefully, you extract your phone from under him like he's a jenga tower about to fall, but game-drunk like this, he could probably sleep through the Leafs Stanley cup parade if they did win for once.

Twitter's the same as you left it: another TicTacTOmar clip of Lohrei and Holmberg, more Steve Dangle commentary and your Boston moots crowing about how the Leafs will lose it in the third period. Very, very secretly, you don't think they will. Swayman vs Woll as goalies are brilliant – and terribly good looking – but it must be the phase of the moon or something stupid, but Toronto might just win it this game.

Looking down at your sleeping beauty, Keeho is blissfully passed out on your chest. Face semi-flushed, mouth agape and drool leaking out. Yeah, this is going in the camera roll.

A quick snap and a venture into your settings is all it takes to set the glorious picture as your lock screen. And, if you squint, you can see Draisaitl's neon orange Skip ad in the background. Exactly why you're dating him in the first place.

"You really are my idiot, idiot," you murmur and you press a kiss to his hairline, a warm feeling roiling in your stomach.

Stashing your phone away, you ready yourself with a minute on the clock until the third starts. Saying that, you should really wake sleeping beauty up. "Hey... hey, get up. The Leafs lost in overtime again."

His eyes blink blearily as he processes your words. Slowly, then all at once, you can see the panic settle into his eyes as he sees your shit-eating grin. “No they didn't,” he whispers, but it borders on desperate.

You really can't help yourself. "Yup! There was even a line brawl," you sigh dramatically, bringing your hand to your forehead with a flair. "Swayman was even fighting Woll, a whole goalie scrap and you missed it."

"Nope! Not believing it." Keeho finally has the common sense to turn to look at the screen and realise the third's just begun. The stare of disappointment he gives you is cold enough to give Winnipeg a run for its money. "Never again."

You roll your eyes but just pat the space next to you for him to settle down properly on. "C'mon, whoever loses this has to get breakfast."

“You’re so on,” he huffs to agree, taking a bodily effort to sit back against the couch and on your cold feet. There’s a fire in his eyes that makes you regret this already. “I’m so making you drive to Timmy’s.”

Deep in your heart, if you had to choose Boston or Toronto to win the cup, you'd still choose Boston. But no matter how this series ends, you'd still love your boyfriend very, very much.

if this in any way endeared you to hockey come check my sideblog @wannadewar where i lament and fangirl! if you somehow enjoyed this, a like or reblog would be lovely :) ⭒ masterlist

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 2 years ago

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Sweet dreams

February Filth Fest : Day Two

Song Mingi x gn reader

a/n: glasses mingi go brrrrrbrrrr . this is pretty self-indulgent and soft cause i just wanna smooch him all over and call him a princess. i also 1000% went overboard again, atp i need some self control classes or smth

" Were you having sweet dreams? I know that you were..."

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut, p w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, somnophilia, sub mingi, blow job, lots of kisses, unprotected (don't do that), dumbification, pet names(primarily babe, princess, mama(😫🤭🤯)), creampie, slight teasing, they are WHIPPED for each other, short intro because i couldn't think of anything 😭, not a lot of actual somnophilia-it just gets the ball rolling

tags: @cherryxsang

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

Your sleep is disrupted around 4 in the morning. You awaken with a feeling that you can't quite place. Usually when you wake up, it's because your boyfriend had got up. But Mingi's arm is still slumped over your waist. His leg is still hiked up on your hip and keeping you close.

And something is poking your backside. That feeling you couldn't place was him- calling out to you even in his sleep.

"Mingi?" You hold his hand in yours and wiggle his finger to see is he's away. When you drop it, it falls right back to your stomach. He hums in his sleep, nuzzling his head into your back and settling with a sigh.

Slowly, methodically, so as not to wake him, you unravel from him and dip under the covers.

His mind stirs him out of his pleasant dream with urgency. His mind is foggy, all he knows is that his cock feels so good. Feels so good, too good to be a figment of his imagination.

His arm stretches out to your side of the bed to find it empty and cold. He grabs his glasses from the bedside table in a hurry and blinks rapidly. "Babe?"

You hum around him, bobbing your head under the cover of thee blanket. He whines, pushing himself up and leaning on his hands. "What are you doing?" You pull off him with a lewd pop that makes him twitch. You push the cover off of you and smirk as you see his state.

His glasses are half-way crooked, his hair is a messy, and his shirtless stomach is rising and falling with his shallow breaths. "I'm sorry," you draw , "were you having sweet dreams?" His brows crease in confusion before the dream that he was awoke from floods his mind. "I know that you were..." You trail your fingers up and down his thighs, watching the goosebumps form in the dim moonlight. "You were all over me, Mingi. Got me all hot and bothered, too."

He leans his head back as you give a gentle lick to the tip of his cock. "What was your dream about?" He gasps out, laughing as you languidly stroke him.

"You know what it was about, don't play stupid." You look up at him with doe eyes, urging him to continue. "It was about you, Babe. It always is. It was...we were-"

"Oh, come on, Princess." His breath hitches in his throat, and he moves down to rely on his elbow to keep him up as his hands shake. "Tell me about it... maybe we can recreate it." You throw a quick wink at him and hold back a laugh as he starts blushing.

"...You want to?"

"I want to. Don't you?" You twirl your pointed tongue around his tip, smiling as he completely falls back. "Tell me about it." You demand firmer this time, rubbing your thumbs in circles on his hip. He stares up at the ceiling, reveling in your touch. "Mingi, Baby." You call out, crawling above him.

His hands immediately find their way to your back and pull you flat against him. "Please don't tease me, m'so needy." He kisses your neck over and over, holding your head next to his as you laugh. "Babe!" He whines, slapping your shoulder gently.

"Just tell me and I'll make your dream come true..." You lift your hips away as he tries to grind into you.

"Fine, fine. In my dream... it was us... just like always." He holds onto your hands tightly as you hold them on either side of his head. "It was just us. Like how we always are. It wasn't anything special, I love things the way we do them. I love you so much, I love the way you fuck me, I love the way you kiss me, I love the way you take care of me, I lo-" You cut him off with a passion-fueled kiss, gently locking your lips together. He moans into it as you lower yourself back down and your warmth spreads around his aching cock.

You cup his face in your hands and maneuver him around as your kisses spread out from his lips to his cheeks and to his forehead and over his acne scars and on every inch of skin that his glasses don't get in the way of. "Babe," he groans out, hands wandering down to the round of your ass. He gives it a squeeze which makes you grind down hard on him, his pre-cum smearing between the two of you. "Please," he whines into your lips as you catch them once again. "Give it to me good."

You don't even bother to prep yourself, sliding down on him and moaning into his mouth. "Oh, fuck," you cry into his chest as you sink onto him fully. He fucks you so good every-time and he's not even doing anything. The way his cock sits inside of you, the way he gets dumb as you clench around him, the sound he makes- it's all more than enough. "My boy," you coo as you begin grinding your hips. He grips onto your ass with bruising force, whimpering as your walls flutter around him. "My Princess, aren't you? My pillow princess that just likes getting fucked, huh?"

"Yeah! Love it, love it so much!" He tilts his head back and lets you leave a million short kisses to his skin, his breaths become shallow as he gets worked up. "Love it, Mama," he stutters out, "feels so good!"

"Yeah? As good as your dream?"

"Yes! Just as good- it's better! S'better," he grabs at your shoulders and pulls you down, holding onto you as he begs for kisses silently, staring at your lips as you ride him. You kiss the corner of his lips and pull away with a smirk. "Why," he cries, hands dropping to grab the bedsheet and ground himself as you behind rolling your hips in a circle. "Mama, please kiss m- fuck! Good, so good, do-don't stop- God!" He yells loudly as you lick over his nipple, nearly ripping the sheets with the force he drives his nails into them.

"My dumb Princess," you kiss his nipple light as a father, making him shiver, "you're close?" He nods, sucking in a bit of spit that threatens to drool over his lips as he leans his head to the side. "You want to cum inside of me?" His gut tightens as you speak, hands leaving the bed in favor of squeezing your thighs and digging his nails into your flesh. "You don't? Is that what you said? I didn't hear." You tease him, bracing yourself with your hands on his chest as you move faster.

"No- yes! Yes, I want to! Please, Mama, please! Want to- wan- I wanna cum inside you, please let- let me, please!" You tilt your hips to position him just right and pleasure yourself on him, knowing he'll be coming undone soon. "Ga- good God, fuck!"

"So good," you praise, kissing around his face with every time your hips collide. His glasses begin to fog from your hot breaths and he whines as it blocks his view. He all but slaps them off himself and holds your face close to his the next time you go to kiss him.

"Wanna see you," he pleads, grinding his hips up to meet yours as he gets closer to his release. "Wanna-" he stutters as you lock you eyes with him, "I wanna-" his own moans and scrambled brain work against him, cutting him off before he can form a full sentence.

"My dumb Princess," you laugh, licking his lips quickly, "can't even think right when I fuck you. I'm that good?"

"So good," he purrs, keeping your face still in his hands as he returns the favor: licking and sucking on your lips. "The best, Mama. Treat me so good. Fuck, oh my God! I love you, love you so much." He speaks quickly through his attack on your lips, growing whinier and stupider with every second which passes.

You push him to his limit and hold him there as you quickly catch up. The two of you share a broken moan as you cum together, holding each other close as you're overcome with pleasure that could only be provided by each other. The only sounds now are the night birds and your heavy, shaking breaths.

You slump down onto him, head on his shoulder and look up at him. You lift a shaking hand and rub your thumb over his cheek, "so good for me... My Princess."

"My Mama."

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sharonisthebettercarter · 1 year ago

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Thinking about what you said, I think it's highly probable Madelyn Stillwell raped Homelander when he was 14 or 15.

That's around the age he got stuck at, right?

I think fandom is probably right about her doing it as more of a means to control him than anything, but I think you're probably right about this making it worse and meaning she did much more than has been shown to us on screen.

Regardless, I think this would have to be the case and I would say is even implied, but you are absolutely right that it shouldn't matter why someone decides to be a child molester.

They're still a child molester and whatever reasoning they have, the act is still vile and inexcusable. There even being debate on that in fandom just seems like grooming apologism and abuse dismissal because of favoritism towards Madelyn.

But the results and actions are ultimately the same in the end. It's also implementing a clause to make it mutually exclusionary when it could very well be both.

In the final scene, she swears to him that she loves him but is afraid of him and Homelander thanks her for finally being honest with him before killing her.

What if she was being honest or at least believed her own words when she said she loved him?

And the other scenes between them never struck me as a one time deal or the first time something like them happened. He does look off put in some ways and not quite uncomfortable, but almost like he's regressing when he's with her. Like she maybe used to do that sort of stuff more frequently and hasn't lately.

The scene where they're finally together struck me as more regression too. He immediately apologized to her and she consoled him like it was something that has happened before and she was used to it from him. Even the words she used and the way she said it and the way things were.

"My special sweet boy." "You did good." "That was so lovely."

Do people really believe this or similar can't have happened before with the things she says? To me, they indicate the exact opposite of that thought.

The scene looked almost like it was his first time, and obviously not hers. But the only way that really makes sense is if he is experiencing a moment of regression, possibly to his actual first time with her.

The scene feels like mother and son incest after years of abuse where she's deliberately causing his regression and enjoying the power it gives her over him.

She's a predator and this to me is made pretty clear if not explicit.

OOOH~<3! my darling anon, i wish i could fucking kiss you<3!

you just put into a word exactly why i could never get behind the homewell ship or the homewell type elements being used in other ships in fics that were supposedly trying to *heal* him. easy way to get me to check out for a fic because you *CANNOT* use elements from someone's trauma and abuse, legit full on *exploit* them, and *then* dare to call it or frame it as *healing* and expect it all to be hunky dory, that is just not how that shit works. (at least speaking in terms of medical accuracy/no wonder this shit is so triggery for me, this ain't supposed to be fuckin' disney--)

obliviously or dismissively predatory, so not even in the fun way...

and i want to be clear here, because this isn't me trying to tell people to not like the ship or elements or stop making content for them or whatever the fuck else. i don't care if people have or indulge in toxic guilty pleasure ships or stories here and there (literally have my own), but i always think we should be self aware of our own shit (plus ranting is sometimes good for the soul~<3) and it really *really* shows some people just are not in this case.

i *also* know people don't always mean to set up that way, part of it is a major problem with society (i will get to that~) and the only way for people to be aware is to be *made* aware, butt~

"--you think love is to prey, but i'm sorry i don't pray that way!"

"once i ran to you, now i run from you, this tainted love you've given--"

1000% correct. madelyn, regardless of what happened *off screen* between her and homelander, what we *did* see of her is enough to confirm her as a *predator*, and this was *before* diabolical added to the story behind them. she is extremely predatory as a character, set behind a narcissistic 'mother knows best' filter and a lot of it has nothing to do with homelander.

look no further than starlight~<3

this woman attempted to get a victim of rape to have 'discretion' about what happened to her, TO HER FACE. and every step of the way, tried to bully starlight into 'line' for the company. literally using narcissistic abuse--guilt tripping and shame, questioning her core values, fucking gaslighting (all things we see homelander copy oh deary me what an *odd* cowinkidink!! I WONDER WHERE HE LEARNED IT FROM.)--among others with a 'motherly' frame and 'it's just constructive criticism' (BITCH NO IT AIN'T!!) to manipulate her into doing what vought wanted/what was best for the *company*, NOT for annie.

hell, i'd wager she fucking hired starlight *specifically* because they thought she'd be an *easy* target.

she was *vulnerable*, nearly alone in that big city. her only relative/support system was an extremely religious mother who was *pushing her* to push through any pain or abuse and still wear a smile *for vought* and *for her* because of *fame* and *fortune*, framed as *for annie* when no it def wasn't. (i do like that starlight's mum actually becomes self aware of this and tries to amend the trust she broke, but i digress)

her tapes and everything they showed us about starlight showed us a wide eyed, bright eyed girl who was *hopeful*--but also naive... and as much as it pains me, that would have made her more susceptible to vought's machinations.

and i think the main reason annie didn't completely fall down the vought victims rabbit hole is in part due her truly good nature<3, but also because she met *hughie* (side note, notice how every time hughie and starlight have a falling out or separate from each other, they both start to get *worse*. butcher also tends to swoop in--)

it doesn't get talked about enough, but butcher pulls the same kind of bullshit with hughie (honestly probably why i could never quite feel right about butchie, do still like it but i do prefer it if butcher catches some guilty complexes causa hughie lmao), another good kid who's just had something monumentally traumatic happen to him and is in a super fucking vulnerable place where he'd be easy to manipulate for whatever it is butcher has planned.

he scoped him out and *saw* that, something to *use* to his advantage. and recruited him as such. like a gotdamn predator.

the wrench in his plans (as well as madelyn's) came in *hughie meeting annie* because they *gave* each other a solid support system because they were both good people, dealing with trauma, who found each other~<3 (always a hardcore hughielight shipper)

and butcher even *knows* this, he *knows* annie actually *honestly* and actually HELPS hughie and ruins his plots for him, so of course that mofo is gonna keep trying to ruin everything and break them up. if madelyn had ever discovered hughie, she probably would have done the same shit if in her own faux 'concerned mother' way.

BUTT... you are absolutely right in saying that fandom is highly dismissive or even apologist of what madelyn did to homelander (like they are with fuckin' everything that happened to him honestly) and it doesn't matter what reason she had to abuse him, what should be looked at is the fact of the matter.

did she abuse him? yes or no

the answer is yes, period. asking if she was actually attracted to him or just wanted control becomes a moot point after that, she *still* fucking groomed him. people can go ahead and debate the other factors, but the least they could do is acknowledge the first bit and not use the others to try and deny or 'lessen' the gravity of what she did.

i blame part of this on ableism and victim blaming, but also with how dismissive people *still* are when it comes to male victims of just about anything. christ, we still have people in fandom who have watched the show and *refuse*, not hyperbole, they downright *REFUSE* to acknowledge that homelander could have *any* semblance of victimhood whatsoever. despite the fact that he was literally tortured as a child and fucking groomed and we are given glimpses of these facts on screen, they'll deny any form of nuance and paint it as completely black or white, because he became... pretty much the only thing that fate allowed him to become.

that's not limited to this site even, it's prevalent pretty much in any part of the boys fandom across the web. (which is ironic given the series exists to challenge this sort of thinking)

but how often do we still see cases of a male *child* being sexually assaulted by an adult woman and the fucking judge going, "wElL sHe'S cAnDy So He PrObAbLy LiKeD iT"?

thankfully, not as often anymore. but if i'm honest? TOO FUCKING MANY (once is fucking too many) and the thought is still INSANELY pervasive. and again, it leads back to the question.

did she abuse him? yes or no

it doesn't fucking matter if the kid 'liked it' or not, MA'AM, THIS IS A FUCKING CHILD--

*children can NOT consent*

or in homelander's case, an emotionally stunted extremely mentally ill person. and ALSO a child at one point.

*likewise, mentally ill/special needs/disabled people and informed consent is an issue all its own. all of these are among the most vulnerable to abuse and the least likely to get justice for it*

if madelyn had been a man, nobody would question this. (who am i kidding, i'd like to think that but i am well aware there are apologists of all kinds that would not give a shit and be equally gross about it.)

and you are def right, it *feels* 1000% like *regression* in the scenes he's with her. and now that you mention it, the scene where they're together?? oh, fuck me. anon... that is *dark* and it fucking hurts but you may be right.

it *was* absolutely the first time *we* as an audience saw them together, and i think that may skew the perception about. there *was* absolutely an effort to regain control over him in that instance. but the things she said and the way it plays out... no

plainly, just no... it *does not* feel like the very first time that has happened... it feels like something that is *rare* between them. but definitely something that's happened *before*, and perhaps something she maintains as *rare* specifically to keep a hold on him. (could this be one reason for the diabolical episode?? to further implicate this?)

and even his use of doppelganger hinted at this cause think of it.

a 'madelyn' that is *just* for him, *only* the parts of her that... gave him attention, the bits he *liked*. what she more than likely fed to him as *scraps* to keep him crawling back for more. but because it was never genuine, the confusion from the ratio with abuse was thrown off, and the entire illusion that it ever meant anything was shattered prior (along with stormfront manipulating him), well...

"i give you all a boy could give you, take my tears and that's not nearly--"

down to his hatred and jealousy of teddy. we have to imagine what things were like before she had him but i get the feeling homelander got a lot more attention before then. it was well over 20 years and people honestly think in all that time *nothing* else happened??? things were 'normal' and then boom, *random* mommy kink??? hell, even the kid was maybe just as much a means to 'reset' the balance and help her maintain control as he was for future profit for vought.

OW.

yes. madelyn is a predator. homelander is her groomed victim. and i don't think it gets mentioned enough in this discourse, but one of the biggest reasons predators prey on the vulnerable or even want to make a fucking victim of someone is *because* of the power trip it gives them over that person. (hell, homelander fucking does this *specifically* because it has been done to him his entire life!)

and *even former abuse victims* may not realize it when they pull this sort of shit. i'm not gonna dive into that because it is a fucking *depressing* can of tapeworms, but let's just say i've been there, i know people who've been there, and i know people who know people who've been there. so this shit is a big fucking problem for people when we don't notice it and massively persistent circle jerk of perpetuation.

but it's still fucking predation, it doesn't make a difference if it's done by someone with power/control kink, narcissistic disorder or 'mommy/daddy dearest' vibes, pedophilic disorder, etc. it still fucking harmful and victimizes someone (especially when they are unaware/cannot consent to the powerplay OH FUCK--)

goddammit... i just realized the problem lmao... PISS. POOR. BDSM ETIQUETTE. GOTDAMN.

and trauma management i guess.

basically, people tag dom/sub or top/bottom when they should be tagging a 'control' or 'abuse kink'. dom/sub play relies on the informed consent of both parties while 'control' relies on the lack there of (informed consent) from the 'sub'. and in homelander's case, this shit is particularly bad. (readers need to be given informed consent too!! always tag yo shit y'all!!)

which to be fair, ain't exactly the fault of the ship itself, but more so the lack of awareness/common dismissal on it. it's really hella normalized/often advertised as 'just a quirky lil guy with a mommy kink' when that's not even remotely the only thing at play here and it goes way deeper and darker than that. you toss in homelander's other traumas and it's just... it's a goddamn mess.

and now i understand why i am so incredibly grossed out by fics that push homelander through more of this nonsense (or worse) with a new person (any person) and never bother addressing the trauma he has *directly* related to this shit. (because my traumas directly deal in the control shit yayyyyyyyyyyyyy~... UGH--)

well.

call me a pussy if you must (i am a pussy and a cunt and a dick and an asshole, i wear it shamelessly~<3) but i just ain't all that interested in fics that only exchange *handlers* for homelander instead of actually help him (when that's what they'll claim to want to do). seriously, lining him up with another 'madelyn' of all things just leaves me wishing he could *get away* from his shiny new abuser (because that is what she was, and would ideally be the inevitable outcome anyhow!)

homelander needs at least *one* honest *friend* who genuinely doesn't want anything from him to help him unblur the lines of informed consent that madelyn intentionally muddled *before* he can even make informed consent when it comes to this shit, especially if we wanna *actually* heal that boi (all he's had is more people capitalizing on it over and over if not just people with no clue of the minefield they were navigating)

he'd need to be able to experience true *independence* and *agency* before he decided they were things he actually wanted to put in someone else's hands or 'give up', so to speak, both of which would come *after* healing.

and if i'm indulging in toxicity with him, i'ma make him *get back at his abusers*~<3, give him a chance at some revenge porn for once and make it so much worse for *them*, not the guy who literally never had a chance or got to breathe his own breath (and def tagged properly of course).

but of all the whack ass takes i could see in the sea of fandoms, ANYONE in that position over this boi (or any character in similar situation) as he is *unhealed* is *NOT* his ally and doesn't give an honest shit about him, it's 100% all about *control* over him (which i know is a huge kink for tons of people and hypernormalized in society, especially heteronormativity, but again, trauma central for me so it'd be really fuckin' nice if people learned the difference and also started tagging this shit~<3)

fun for some, but not for me.

i've always generally preferred push/pull powerplay that purposely leaves the question of 'control' open/eventually balances it and helps empower and individualize both characters to be the best versions of themselves, i want them to learn and grow together. positive masculinity/femininity and emotional maturity are way more of a turn on for me and i want these bois and gurls and inbetweens to graduate to *men* and *women* and fairly *reasonable adults* when i write them, while preserving their core personalities and the things that make them *them*.

i also don't view 'bottomhood' as 'punishment'/something to use to deliberately rob a person of control/self determination (as much as we may joke about it, and also that is just rape with a pretty veil that at least deserves to be properly tagged) and i normally focus on empowering them just as much if not more than my tops so it's just damn weird to me to see that kind of mentality get popularized on any character and leik.

gotdamn, first off, what the shit, and second, i realize getting to the places i wanna go reasonably and responsibly takes hard work and pretty intricate writing but please lawd satan tell me i ain't the only one to feel this way, PLEASE!?

but very good point about it possibly being both/more than one element here. control is more likely to be *one* reason, but not *the* only reason and it could very well be a factor of both attraction and need to/getting off on the idea of controlling him (which still stems back to attraction, honestly, even if she didn't feel it towards him the sense of him being a child, it would still mean she feels it towards him in the sense of him being vulnerable which is just as awful, honestly.)

and i do think his stunted emotional maturity is 100% indicative that something *very* specific happened to him around that age (*maybe* she waited till after the debut??), but among all the other trauma, that is actually a question worth asking. why *then* and not any of the other times? he's got no shortage of trauma for his brain to pick from, so what the hell happened then?

as far as it feeling like incest? lil bit, yeah (if pseudo, which obviously we know it's not but i do think the vibe there is actually intended), suffice to say that madelyn is to homelander what billy's father was to him...

and y'know... i gotta admit, knowing this i am surprised we don't see all that much of butcher being shipped with his father because that and homewell are pretty much the same thing on opposite spectrums.

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH--

have fun y'all, as always butt leik... have fun responsibly--gawddammit i never thought i'd be *that* old fart but i guess i am... well i can still be fun about it... tipsy bartender is fun lmao<3<3<3 (altho these subjects are decidedly less fun... *sigh of the long suffering*...)

#rape #tw sa #tw grooming #tw child abuse #tw abuse apologism #madelyn stillwell #informed consent #homelander #the boys #billy butcher #hughie campbell #annie january #oof ouch owie #tainted love #meta #the boys meta #psa #precious anon

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unicornmachine · 8 months ago

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Unicornmachine AO3 Masterlist

Okay I've wanted to make this post forever so here we go~

For starters, absolutely none of these are safe for work, they are all so very explicit, I'm sorry.

Fiolee

OMG did this pairing possess me (and continues to...) there are so many stories I’ve written for them I’m making a read more break here.

Love in the Moonlight

Summary: Fionna the Human drops by the Candy Palace for the Biennial Gumball Ball, but she doesn't get much dancing done as she's approached by Marshall Lee the Vampire King. She hasn't seen him in years, since she's gone off on rumors searching for a new Enchiridion in Aaa and he's been spending his time in the Nightosphere, and wow. He's just as she remembered, down to the incessant flirting. Let's see if he can make good on any of these promises.

First off, okay, let me just say this was my OG Fiolee fic and the first fanfic I had written in well over a decade. I started out like many authors writing fanfics as a teenager but stopped when I started working on original works. I published three OC books IRL and really enjoyed writing them but there's something about writing fanfics that is just... so much more fun to me. I rewatched Adventure Time and remembered how much I always loved the Fiolee pairing, so I tried to look them up on AO3 to read about them... AND THERE WAS HARDLY ANYTHING!

Oh no, I told myself, I will just write one little fanfic for fun, for old times sake! WHAT A LIE THAT TURNED OUT TO BE.

I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I wrote Love in the Moonlight, but I'm so happy I did.

The Deal

Summary: In a moment of desperation Fionna makes a deal with Marshall Lee the Vampire King.

Oh man... The concept of this fic was so undoing to me, a human making a deal with a vampire? A little of their blood in exchange for some necessary help? UGH!!!

A Challenge Between Friends

Summary: In an attempt to win a challenge to scare Fionna, Marshall Lee accidentally takes things too far while exploring a dungeon and loses his grip on himself.

My friend and I were literally feral coming up with the concept of this. I mean... sexy vampire? Dungeon sex? Marshall sucking the red coloring out of Fionna's bra? WHO SITS AROUND AND DISCUSSES THIS STUFF WITH THEIR FRIENDS?! Me, apparently!

Fionna Campbell: Vampire Hunter

Summary: After 1000 years of peace vampire attacks are popping up and it seems a new vampire is preying on the land. Who better to cleanse the land of this new evil than the original vampire hunter, Marshall Lee the Vampire King. He’ll just need some human bait.

This fic... OMG this fic, this fic, this fic... This is probably my favorite story I've ever written. It is so self-indulgent to me and I honestly had so much fun writing it.

The Star

Summary: Fionna travels through the multiverse, to the universe where the vampires won on a mission to retrieve Simone a new crown. While traveling through the wreckage of this strange, new Aaa she meets The Star.

All I could think while watching the Fionna and Cake episode about Marceline becoming The Star was... WHAT IF WE FLIPPED THIS? AND MARSHALL WAS THE STAR? AND HE CAPTURES FIONNA?! hahahahahaha!!!

There are also multiple one-shots and smaller stories on my AO3 featuring this pairing. Love in the Moonlight has a follow up that is still in progress that is linked to the original fic. One may argue this is simply too much Fiolee porn for one person to write. The only thing I can think is... it's never enough.

Huntbunny

Ahhh! This pairing is so cute! I love the idea of Fionna and Hunter Wizard. I haven't written NEARLY enough of these two, but I have more stories in progress.

The Magic Flower

Summary: Fionna runs into trouble deep in a forest on a mission to retrieve a magic flower. Thankfully, someone finds her and helps her out...

So, this story came from a friend sending me some very explicit Huntbunny fanart from the X artist Yakza_draw. I wrote a story to go with the art and sent it to the artist as a thank you for her making such a wonderful work. She ended up becoming a very dear friend of mine, so this fic will always have a special place in my heart.

The Traveling Fountain

Summary: A string of misfortunes leads to Fionna being knocked unconscious and Cake trapped in a moving cave inside an enchanted forest. Hopefully her new friend can help her find a way to rescue her sister and get to the bottom of where all this rotten luck is coming from.

#fiolee #fanfiction masterlist #huntbunny

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laurfilijames · 2 years ago

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In The Dark Of Night

Pairing: Will Johnson x female reader

Words: 1,480

Warnings: Rated E, 18 +. Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: A sleepy Will wakes you up in the middle of the night, needing more than just a good night's sleep as he initially thought.

A/N: Yes this is sleep intimacy and smuff and yes this is 1000% self indulgent and I'm not sorry. Will is so soft and needy here and it's everything I need right now.

Prompts used for @deanobingo were Will Johnson, Slow and Soft and Sensory Deprivation.

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Will had turned in before you tonight, feeling the weight of his long week catching up to him after going non-stop for days. You could see it in his face long before he mentioned wanting to go to bed early and that a lie-in in the morning was the top of his priorities; his eyes were ringed with dark halos and the skin on his cheeks that weren't hidden by his beard appeared bleak.

The old clock that hung on the wall read nearly half-past ten, and Will's snores had been your soundtrack for hours now while you quietly tidied up the kitchen and sat down to read with a glass of wine before an incessant streak of yawning plagued you.

You stood from your cozy spot on the chair beside the stove, leaving the wool blanket that had Will's scent clinging to it along with your book and empty glass behind for the night, using the lifter to open the lid as carefully as possible to prevent making any noise as you dropped more wood into the dying fire.

It was late-spring and the temperature outside was steadily rising, meaning neither of you would need to wake up in the night to stoke it in fear of freezing, not that you ever did anyway with how much heat Will radiated.

After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you treaded lightly over to the bed and undressed, slipping beneath the covers where that intense warmth greeted you just as you thought it would. Scooching your naked form as close to his as you could without disturbing him, you tucked your arms up beneath your chin and instantly felt yourself relax, a smile creeping out on your face when Will sighed and dropped his arm from above his head to drape over you, turning his body toward you automatically. His hand splayed open on your back and pulled you closer so your face was nestled in his warm, furry chest, allowing you to breathe in all the effortless comfort he provided to lull you quickly into sleep.

The cabin was cloaked in complete darkness when you woke up, unsure what had roused you, the fire having extinguished what must have been hours ago. The moon was covered in thick clouds tonight, eliminating any sort of natural light from shining in through the curtains, making a sense of euphoria wash over you at the thought of being safe in bed with your lover holding you tight.

Will must have sensed you having woken, shifting so he was pressed even closer to you than before, his large hand roaming up your stomach to your chest where it emitted a lazy, sensual heat everywhere he touched. He sighed into your hair, adjusting his body more until he was rubbing his groin gently on your backside, his mouth moving against the skin on your shoulder as he mumbled quiet whines in his sleep.

You were nearly fully awake now, the protrusion poking your bum unmistakable and undeniable, having roused your desire now more than any other part of you.

His belly pressed against your back as he exhaled deeply again, his hand still groping at your wanting flesh leisurely, and he hummed as he moved his face back and forth as if to shake his fatigue away.

"I thought you were tired," you whispered, smiling into the darkness.

"Hmm, I was…" he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.

His hips were now rolling against yours languidly, his exceptionally hard cock demanding attention as he slipped it between your cheeks and began sliding it in and out, his head probing your entrance until a wetness greeted him.

Will's hand continued to paw at you, massaging your breasts and hips until your quiet moans mixed with his and the lazy kisses he placed on your shoulder and neck had you gyrating back against him.

You turned your head to blindly find his lips with yours, meeting them sluggishly as the drowsiness of sleep still clung to him. The heat from his skin created the most intoxicating scent as you breathed him in, making a needy whine escape your mouth as his leaking head pushed through your folds slightly and back out again.

A guttural wail reverberated through you as he hovered beside your ear, his breath shaky on the sensitive skin on your neck, his ability to control filling you to the hilt fading faster than normal.

He slipped inside again, still only the tip, making you push back to take more of him before he pulled out again and his hand tore at your flesh in a clawing grip.

The lack of sight had you more honed in to his noises, making you increasingly more salacious for him, the soft sounds of pure want pouring from his lips unashamed and completely addicting.

"Mmm, baby, I need you," he cooed, his voice breaking ever so slightly to show just how desperate he was in his fatigue.

You twisted your body, laying flat on your back now, continuing to kiss his parted lips as you shared the same breath. Will crawled over you, the weight of his body pinning you deep into the mattress, his thick thigh wedging between yours to kick them apart with his knee as he settled against you.

Your hands trailed up and down his back, feeling his muscles ripple and flex as he adjusted to line up to you, and grabbing a handful of his plump ass in encouragement, Will slowly sank into you with a low groan.

He paused once he bottomed out, moving his arms so he leaned on his elbows for support, his hands carding through your hair to send shivers down your spine. His lips found yours, teasing them lightly until he felt the overwhelming need for more and claimed your mouth slowly with his tongue. Listlessly, he moved within you, tantalizingly slow in and out, each drag making that deliciously familiar pressure build deep in your core.

On any normal night Will would have picked up his pace by now, keen on sending you to your high right off the hop so he had the opportunity to do it again and again, but tonight he was set on taking his time. Each thrust was calculated, aiming at the sweet spot inside your cushiony walls that he could find without effort, rolling his hips just so in order to brush his bulbous head against it.

Your response wasn't to move faster against him to try to capture the climax that felt so close to your reach, but to indulge in the slow, careful tempo that made you feel delirious with pleasure.

You vocalized your plunge into ecstasy in turn with hushed cries and heady breaths, only allowing for your kisses to increase their rhythm along with your hands that cradled his torso lovingly, creating red patterns on his back with your nails.

Feeling your walls contract around him, your mewling increased an octave in his ear as he dipped his head into your neck, subtly demanding Will to follow suit and let go of the knot of tension that had built itself up promptly in his lingering drowsiness.

His long curls tickled your neck, adding to the plethora of intense sensations that assaulted your body all at once, feeling him empty inside your choking walls with a strangled growl as you met his hot spend with a rush of your own wetness.

Will created a path up your neck to find your lips again, his kiss soft but at the same time rough as he fought to steady his breathing, his belly pushing down on yours with every ragged exhale. Breaking your kiss, he laid his head on your chest, allowing you to play with his waves with your fingers, remaining nestled inside you with his full weight being supported by your body.

Finding your other hand in the dark, he entwined your fingers, giving your palm a gentle squeeze, listening to your constant heartbeat until he let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.

Without needing to see, you could vividly picture the calm expression on his face; the lines around his eyes and on his forehead slackened with relaxation, his lips slightly open as his growing snores passed them, the sheen of sweat layered on his skin making him glow even in the absence of light.

As you began to succumb to the grip of sleep again, you felt Will slip from you, his arms holding onto you tighter in an inadvertent response to his reluctant release from your haven.

You were thankful for the darkness shrouding the cabin, happy to know you still had hours ahead of you to indulge in sightless intimacy; the heaviness of Will's sleeping form sinking yours further into the sheets to add to the protection from the inevitable light.

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Taglist:

Everything: @guardianofrivendell @midearthwritings @cassiabaggins @lilith15000 @trishthedishofreis @linasofia @unbeatablecurlgirl @the-poldarkian @lathalea @enchantzz @blairsanne @legolaslovely @middleearthpixie @i-did-not-mean-to @sketch-and-write-lover @jotink78 @medusas-hairband @feeweeeee @missihart23 @fortheloveofdurin @i-am-still-bb @roobear68 @ichoosechoasandbeingqueer @legolasbadass @spngingerbread21

#deanobingo2023 #deano bingo #will johnson #will johnson smut #will johnson fluff #will johnson x female reader #wanted #wanted (2016)#dean o'gorman

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literaticat · 1 year ago

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Hey, Jenn! Maybe a dumb question, but if the main reason why high word count is bad is because of printing costs, why does the industry focus on word count and not page count?

We have ballpark norm word counts for different kinds of books for several reasons. I'd say the MAIN reason is, books that are seriously overlong are often bloated, actually -- they don't NEED to be that long, and they'd probably be better reads if they WEREN'T that long. (SORRY.) I'm not saying every Very Long Book actually would benefit from editing, but -- some of them are quite self-indulgent, IMO.

But anyway, sure, printing costs is another reason. The reason we deal in word count rather than page count, though, is because page count doesn't really mean anything. The number of pages your manuscript is when you print it out on your home computer doesn't have much to do with the number of pages it will be as an actual book.

A picture book text might be a page or two when you print it out. But when it becomes a book, that might equate to 100 words on 32 pages -- or 500 words on 32 pages -- or 1000 words on 32 pages...

A chapter book might be 5,000 words and 100 pages long. A New Yorker article in columns might be 5,000 words and 5 pages long.

A novel might be 90,000 words and be around 450 pages... Or it might be 120,000 words and be around 450 pages.

Obviously, for printing, the longer it is, the more the price per unit goes up. That said, by means of clever typesetting, a publisher can make a novel fit the length they need it to be, so it doesn't go over the number of pages they have allocated, and it looks and feels and reads like a regular novel. So that's why the "ballpark" word count range is pretty large -- up to a certain point, it really kinda doesn't matter whether it's 85k words long or 120k words long or whatever -- but after a certain point, something has to give. Books are physical objects with physical limitations. Either the margins and type will have to get smaller, making it harder to read, or it will have to go way up on pages and won't be comfortable to read or to hold, and it will be too expensive, and/or the binding will break.

(True story: I had a book that was a long-ISH but still normal YA book in English - - but when it got translated into German, they had to split it into two books, because it became literally just too long to print without breaking the binding! GERMAN WORDS ARE LONG!)

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nimbus-bugs · 2 years ago

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Nim Sketch Dump

as promised, here's a big sketch dump of my sona/oc nim! this isn't gonna be a popular post and I don't care 👍

I didn't originally intend to post these so I've referenced some art works heavily but I've written the name of the artist and I'll type it out too! if any of the artists see my references and is uncomfortable with it please let me know and I'll remove it from this post :D

dump under the cut!

the first ideas for his "modern design" (he's been around and recycled for a loooong time). the pose in the top right hand corner is taken from @/hiraethminds! they are a very cool artist and inspire me a lot. though the grey-ish tones as the major colour goes away I still really like the centipede tattoo, centipedes are rad as fuck and you can't tell me otherwise

I started to play with the idea of a goat design for him here! which is strange because like. that's not even his main design or motif or anything, I just really liked the idea I guess LMAO also Aurelai belongs to my mate of the same name! she's not on tumblr (yet) but you should still like her because she's cool and awesome

a treat for my qsmp enjoyers!! an unfinished short comic I sketched on the day tallulah lost her first life. the other characters in this are my old ocs, don't even worry about them

I straight up just have the image that inspired me in this one. its by @/sss-eriema and it was a gift from GOD. I was trying to sort out the colours and wanted to incorporate both orange (my favourite colour) and green (my close second favourite colour) but wasn't having much luck. eriema's artwork showed me that it can work in a more muted way and it was very very helpful!!

maid dress. sorry. also slimecicle

I started to get the colours down in the bottom right corner!! I really like this sketch page honestly. some bonus self portrait sketches because I wanted to try and put some more of my own features into his design as my sona! also in the notes I was debating between the two eye shapes and I'm still thinking about it. I think the bottom ones fit his personality more and are way more expressive but I just like the Vibe of the top ones

a lot of little drawings with varying styles! also more slimecicle. I am adhding so hard for him right now, it's concerning.

t. this one is the reason for the blood tw in the tags. I just really like drawing blood. as a treat. don't come for me this is my self-indulgent safe space leT ME BE EDGY </3 also the writing is a little hard to read so I've put it in the alt! and more qsmp doodles!

I'm starting to ditch the goat design but this one is my last hurrah. basically settled on the general colour scheme now! and more qsmp stuff. its literally gripped my brain I can't escape it, even in my personal work

then I realised. nimbus-BUGS. bugs! what if bug? this was a really fun study for using more creature features that I wasn't used to! loving the mandibles tbh

my most recent sketch as of posting! I might update this later, but this sketch page is probably the most gratuitously referenced, the expressions in the bottom left and top right were basically ripped from @/microwavablesquid so if you like those please check them out! the basic design structure of the full body was referenced from @/aresonist, retroactively I realised a lot of my design choices. uh. they also made LMAOOO so if my design in General tickles your brain, follow them!

as for his lore and basic information for what he actually Is, uhhh. ??? I don't know HAHAHA he's a little guy! he's creature! is he human? probably not but no one could say for sure! is he bugs? is he 1000 bugs in a trenchcoat? sometimes he's goat I guess??? I can never decide on a design and I think that aids his cryptid-like habits. he shows up sometimes, vibes and can't die in a way that matters! he has a running motif of my fake-God-thing, the centipede ouroboros, so I was like "what if he was a harbinger of the ouroboros, what then." and I like to imagine he has video game logic where when he dies, he basically respawns. also weirdly it's worked out in a way where he has lots of biblical motifs, like my name is literally nimbus, like the halo, and he's a messenger of a god like some fucked up blorbo angel. also lily of the valley is my favourite flower and I like drawing him with it, it also has lots of symbolism in the bible?? wild.

I sincerely doubt it but if you guys have any questions about nim or want to draw him or anything I would Die. I would just keel over. you'd take me out.

thank you so much if you got to the end of this btw!! this was a lot. seriously though, it means the world if even one person would like to see my little guy <3 have a great day and take care of yourself!

#my art #nim rambles #nim ocs

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velvet-cupcake-games · 2 years ago

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An Indigo Girls Song for Every Romance

Welcome to Becky's late-night self-indulgent character-related Tumblr posting! The Indigo Girls is one of my all-time favourite groups, and they have written so many wonderful songs about the amazing, messy thing called love (love of many kinds, but we're focused on the romantic variety here).

So I'm finding an Indigo Girls song for every romance in Made Marion. (This is the love interests in relation to Marion.) With the particularly pertinent lyrics below it.

Hope you'll get some thoughts about the romances and hear some amazing music! I even provided a teensy scrap of Mystery Love Interest!

Robin: She's Saving Me

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Robin's PoV:

She's saving me I don't even think she knows it Such a strange way to show it as distant as Last nights dream unravels She's saving me I'm a very lost soul I was born with a hole in my heart The size of my land locked travels

John: Keeper of My Heart

John's PoV:

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Some things I hold too tightly Some things I'll never I'll never touch Oh but I'm wearing down the stones In the river And you see all my life I've painted with anger's brush

For you Lift me through my love and anger You see now these are my gods These are your scars Lift me through my love and anger Oh and my arms are burning And they're open wide

Pointing out the graveyards I will be the reaper If you will be The keeper of my heart

Will and Gui: Mystery

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Will's segment (Marion's PoV):

But you like the taste of danger It shines like sugar on your lips And you like to stand in the line of fire Just to show you can shoot straight from you hip There must be a 1000 things you would die for I can hardly think of two But not everything is better spoken aloud Not when I'm talking to you

Gui's segment (Either Character PoV):

Oh the pirate gets the ship and the girl tonight Breaks a bottle to christen her Basking in the exploits of her thief She's a very good listener Maybe that's all that we need Is to meet in the middle of impossibility We're standing at opposite poles Equal partners in a mystery

Meissa: Wood Song

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Either Character PoV

Sometimes I ask to sneak a closer look Skip to the final chapter of the book And then maybe steer us clear from some of the pain it took To get us where we are this far yeah But the question drowns in it's futility And even I have got to laugh at me No one gets to miss the storm of what will be Just holding on for the ride

Alanna: Fugitive

Alanna's PoV:

We swore to ourselves we'd go to the end of the world But I got caught up in the whirl and the twirl of it all A day in the sun dancing alone Baby, I'm so sorry Now it's coming to you the lessons I've learned Won't do you any good you've got to get burned Well the curse and the blessing they're one in the same Baby, it's all such a treacherous gain

Hide yourself from me I said hide yourself from me All for me

Geoffrey: Strange Fire

(I associate the IG song Pushing the Needle Too Far with Geoff in general, but this is about the romance)

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Both Characters, to Each Other: Geoff: First Verse Marion: Second Verse Both: Third Verse

Layton: Blood and Fire

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Layton's PoV:

I am looking for someone who can Take as much as I give babe And give back as much as I need you know And they, they still have the will to live 'Cause I am intense, I am in need I am in pain, I am in love, but I feel forsaken You know like the things I, I gave away

And blood and fire are too much for these Restless arms to hold And my nights of desire They're calling me back to your fold And I am callin' you, callin' you From ten thousand miles away Would you whet my fire with your love? And it's babe, babe, babe

???: Secure Yourself

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Marion's Pov:

In the ink of an eye I saw you bleed, Through the thunder I could hear you scream, Solid to the air I breathe, Open-eyed and fast asleep. Falling softly as the rain, No footsteps ringing in your ears. Ragged down worn to the skin Warrior raging, have no fear.

Secure yourself to heaven. Hold on tight, the night has come Fasten up your earthly burdens, You have just begun.

Bonus: Alvin: Least Complicated

(Marion's former lover who you'll meet in the prologue, in unrequited love with her, poor Alvin)

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Alvin's Pov:

I sit two stories above the street It's awful quiet here since love fell asleep There's life down below me though The kids are walking home from school

Some long ago when we were taught That for whatever kind of puzzle you got You just stick the right formula in A solution for every fool

I remember the time when I came so close to you Sent me skipping my class and running from school And I bought you that ring 'cause I never was cool What makes me think I could start clean slated The hardest to learn was the least complicated

#made marion #aesthetic vibes #character development #Youtube

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wearingaberetinparis · 2 years ago

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123 students on a trip?!😱😱😱

How do you teachers manage it?! I must admit that I myself was a mischief maker in school...😬

You must be a really patient person to manage all these students...

How do you manage to write while planning something like this?! I saw that you were planning to update a story today... How do you make time available for everything?!

I know! It sounds like a daunting prospect, does it not? I know a lot of people - fellow teachers included - who find it quite stressful. For me, weirdly enough, it's not so much. I've planned everything, I've booked all events/activities (including a trip to the Harry Potter Studio Tour, which is self-indulgent as well as fun for them) and I know I've done all I could to make it a successful trip. Everything on the trip itself... that is where we have to improvise, where I will work my hardest to make everyone feel happy, safe and comfortable. I think it's an odd juxtaposition: I always want to have control, but I am completely at ease relinquishing some of it when I'm on a trip with my students. There is only so much you can control, after all, when you're with your pupils. They surprise you all the time - in good ways and sometimes bad! (Also, seeing as I adore The Marauders, I think you can guess that I have a soft spot for those who make merry mischief.) But I am patient, I think. Just before the holiday, the students had to complete surveys about their teachers and I scored a near perfect score when it came to patience. (A huge compliment, I find!) But how do I write while doing all of this? I think I've learned in the past year that I need to make time for myself. I didn't for a long time for a myriad of reasons: my mum's passing, my grief, my worries over my family/friends, my studies, my first job as a teacher and then being asked to join school management... but I am in a much more healthy and stable place (mentally) now that I do again. There are so many stories in my mind, so many bits of dialogue... they just need to get out. So, when I finish work for the day - and this can be early or late evening - I will always write something. It can be just one or two paragraphs, sometimes it's a 1000 words or more. I think I've just come to the realisation that I'm my happiest self when I do.

So, yeah... yesterday I worked really hard all day, but I did that knowing that I would have time to write today! And... yeah... now back to no body, no crime. Sorry to bore you with my life's story perhaps. Whoops!

#about me

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adminleonsrestingplace · 1 year ago

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When will requests re-open? That’s just my question for now. Sorry if it’s bothersome but I just had an idea but saw you said you’re on hiatus.

It'll probably be very unlikely they do open back up tbh :') That's why I have the indefinite part in my title as well (Actually with all the changes being made rn do people still see that???)

Editing sprites and making wallpapers and such were fun while I was in college, but once I got to working full time jobs, I don't really have time to do so anymore,, At least not time that I'd feel like putting other hobbies I'm really into down for something I'm no longer as into-

I hate to put a full "I'm done with this venture" label on this blog,, I still do artsy things (Working on a future tattoo design rn actually!) from time to time, so I'd like to say I may post self indulgent things in the future (Hence the semi part in my title) But,,,,, We'll see

I also am just *not into D/R* anymore, and since I built this blog on it, I know a lot of people who are following this blog currently don't really care to see non D/R content- Although my Sonic stuff did really well ! But while I'm not a "notes matter" person, it's evident that the thing I'm most into right now (Being Genshin) isn't what people want to see from me-

I'm thinking of revamping my Genshin sideblog though- Just to yell about things, my favorite characters, post headcanons, and I have been wanting to get back into fic writing ! So if that interests you, you can head over to @frozen-calla-lilies although I haven't updated it in,,,, Looks at that blogs pinned post,,, 3 years- I swear I'll update it again someday soon- Just not rn- Probably not this week either-

If you're not interested in that then uh,,,,, You're still free to sit here and hope and pray that I post more non Genshin or non D/R content ! You're only getting D/R content when I reblog something Kaito related-

I'm sorry for the long post, and I'm sorry that this is probably not the answer you wanted to hear, but I figured that this would be better said in an actual post and not just the tags of a post like I normally do- Just so hopefully everyone's on the same page now

As stated previously, running this blog was a lot of fun, and I'm really appreciative of the nearly 1000 followers(We got so close!) that made this blog even more fun for the years I was going ! I hope to see you guys on another journey, but even if I don't, this was a good one for me and I hope it was for you too <3

#ask #anon #admin leon speaks #long but important

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koqabear · 2 years ago

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ahem.....i loved pretty privilege SO!! MYCH!!! 🗣️⁉️👹

i esp love the tropes used,,,,, fr cannot get enough of jealous possesive tyun 😵‍💫 and....idk if this is an unpopular opinion or hot take,, although i do love when people write an mc to be someone who is flawed, especially since i'm someone with alot, like a shit ton of emotional baggage myself... but sometimes i do enjoy dabbling in putting mc on a pedestal,,,,almost unrealistically.

ik some people hate it and i 1000% get why they do, it's not realistic and can get really annoying esp as a reader if mc is sooo perfect at everything. no room for relatability, conflict, plot... but a small part of me loves it- when its implemented correctly, and in reasonable amounts ! i mean yeaaaaa it does take me up to the next level of delulu,,, but sometimes it def just adds on to the fictional self indulgent part of fanficiton 🫠

IDK IM SORRY IM SO SO SO BAD AT PUTTING STUFF INTO WORDS ISK HOW TO EXPLAIN PROPERLY DISHDK just know i really really enjoyed reading it but also appreciate how well written it is! i love the little side banter / cameo appearances from jay n yeonjun hehe <333

THANK YOU RAHHHHH

and no. UR SO RIGHT LIKE. I looove when mcs are complex and have their faults and actually add tension and establish good dynamics with other characters— like, it just makes them more realistic and relatable !

HOWEVER. sometimes I just wanna log into this silly little app and read some stupid and lighthearted shit! Like of course it’s unrealistic to have an mc that has everyone in the beach drooling over her, but we’re just here to have fun! No thoughts, just a reason to make Taehyun jealous!

I totally understand why a person wouldn’t like an mc like that (as in, it’s done with a wholehearted belief that making the mc perfect is reasonable and realistic) but if anyone were to take pretty privilege seriously…. I’d be a little concerned. like my page is just here to indulge in the wildest fantasies known to man!! If you’re not here to have fun, get out! It’s good to be delusional sometimes, trust !

#we’re just here to have fun #Making everything hysterically unrealistic only adds to that #like yessss make me feel like this bitch is untouchable for a good 9k words!#good for her!#rambles #koqabear asks #fic: pretty privilege

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tk-writer · 6 years ago

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Juniper’s Secret - [Junipollo]

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Warning! Contains Ace Attorney: Dual Destinies spoilers!

Apollo liked to pride himself in his ability to solve cases and crack puzzles in the courtroom. When to came to his girlfriend, however, all those deduction skills flew out the window.

He had only been dating Juniper for a little over a month. She had returned to the city at the beginning of summer right after finishing her undergraduate studies in law. Seeking guidance as she prepared for the bar exam, she’d gone to the Wright Anything Agency to seek help, thus running into Apollo for the first time in years. He offered to tutor her, which allowed them to get reacquainted and, subsequently, fall for each other.

He was more comfortable with her than almost anything else. Unfortunately, he couldn’t say the same for her.

There was something she was hiding from him, and he couldn’t figure out what it was. It only came to mind during certain situations; the first time he noticed it, all he had down was brush a strand of hair behind her ear. She flinched and turned her head, scurrying away before he could utter a word. The second time, he had slid his hand around her waist as they were walking, and after letting out a small shriek she ended up squirming in his grasp aggressively, practically pushing him off. Her cheeks burned bright red and she’d refused to look at him for some time after.

“Are you okay, Junie?” he asked her with a worried tone.

“Y-yeah! Sorry. I’m fine!”

And then… Ba-dump. His bracelet tightened around his wrist, signifying that she had a secret to hide. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable, he offered a solution.

“If you’re not comfortable with me touching you yet, it’s alright. I’ll keep my hands off until you’re ready. You just say the word,” he said, flashing her a warm smile to let her know he meant it.

“No!” she spat out a little too excitedly. “I mean, no, that’s not it. It’s just… I, um, well…”

She tripped over her words a bit longer before giving up and scuttling away like a timid little kitten, leaving Apollo even more confused than before.

He decided to get to the bottom of things once and for all.

He found his opportunity one Sunday afternoon when they were both lounging on the leather couch in his apartment. Junie, laying sideways on the pillows with her legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle, and Apollo leaning against the opposite side next to her feet. They chatted away idly about anything and anyone, laughing whenever a funny memory from the past was brought up. Inadvertently at one point, Apollo ended up resting his hand on the top of her foot, causing her to flinch almost violently. He immediately took it off and placed it on his chest.

“Oh!! I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking.”

Her shoulders seemed to shrink down a little bit, as if she were trying to hide.

“It’s okay! You can… you can put it back…”

He barely heard the last part of her sentence, but nonetheless his hand returned. He playfully ran his palm up and down the tops of her feet, noticing how soft and delicate the skin was and how they seemed to shudder at his touch. It gave him a sudden idea.

“Do you want a massage? I give really good ones.”

Half expecting her to say no, he was almost shocked to see her face light up.

“Yeah, sure! I could really use that, actually.”

After scooching a little closer, he carefully took hold of both her ankles and plopped her feet in his lap. Gently, he began to rub small circles into her soles, taking care not to apply too much pressure and going as slowly as possible. He observed her facial expressions, paying heed to any slight display of discomfort or pain. He saw her squeeze her eyes shut and press her lips together, unsure if it was pain or pleasure she was experiencing.

“Is this okay?”

She nodded her head, not uttering a peep. Regardless, he lightened up his touch, now simply stroking his thumbs lazily in a circular motion. Her feet twitched more noticeably upon every movement, especially when he reached her toes, but she didn’t pull away. He looked up at her again and this time saw her clutching one of the smaller pillows into her chest, her breathing getting a little more rigid.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

She opened her eyes, and nodded again, but this time with a strange expression on her face. Was she… grimacing?

“I’m fffffine! Seheriously!”

Ba-dump. There it was again. His bracelet detected a lie. Using his perception, he looked for any traces of subtle tension…

…and saw it in the most curious place.

He had to confirm this.

“Junie… are you really okay?”

Looking a little confused, she nodded again. “Ye, yeah… I’m fine… why do you keep asking?”

He saw it once more. A slight curl of her toes when she said “fine”. He finally found it!

“Junie… your toes curl whenever you say ‘fine’. Is there something you’re not telling me?”

She froze, her eyes wide as they made contact with his. He tried to soften his gaze in hopes she’d realize that yes, she could trust him, there was no need to keep such secrets. But she was still holding back.

Wanting to lighten the mood, he cracked a goofy smile and placed his fingers at the base of her heels.

“What’s the matter? Do I need to tickle it out of you or something?”

Juniper practically jumped when she heard his threat. She began to protest frantically, tripping over her words as they stumbled from her mind and out of her mouth.

“Wait, Apollo!! You don’t need to, I mean, wait, I’m really-AHAHHAHAHAHA!”

She didn’t get a chance to finish as he began scrabbling his fingers across her soles, causing her to squeal cutely in a way Apollo had never heard before. She scrunched her toes in attempt to block the tickly sensations, but that only encouraged him to dig in between the wrinkled lines with the tips of his nails. With all her might she tried to pull her legs away, but with his arm wrapped around her ankles it was near impossible. In a last ditch effort, she tried smacking him with one of the pillows nearby, but he dodged her blows easily.

“I had no idea your feet were so ticklish,” he teased as one hand dusted the tops of her feet again.

“AAAAAAH! Don’t teeheeheese meee!”

He stopped momentarily, letting her catch her breath knowing that she was prone to coughs. He released his hold on her ankles, climbing his way to the already flustered Juniper until he was half-sitting on her shins.

“Don’t come any closeeeer!” She giggled, playfully punching him in the shoulder and not really trying that hard to stop him.

“Where else are you ticklish?” he asked with an innocent grin. “As your boyfriend, I demand to know.”

She just shook her head and giggled some more, intertwining her hands with his and trying to push him off with little success.

“Nowhere! I swear!!”

He managed to escape her grip and planted his hands on her upper thighs. She jumped at the unexpected touch. He smirked, knowing this was probably another one of her “spots”.

“I’m detecting another lie.”

He gave one light experimental squeeze and was pleased to hear Juniper let out another one of her unbelievably cute squeals. She practically leapt up, as if she was being shocked with electrical cables.

“HAAAAAAAAA! Apollo!! Eeheeeheehee!!”

He moved upwards a bit, this time kneading into the crease where her thighs met her hips, smiling wider when her laughter reached even higher decibels. Her hands clutched his wrists and pulled weakly as she succumbed to yet another one of his tickle attacks. She struggled a bit more than she had when he was tickling her feet; her hips seemed to be way more sensitive. She instinctively tried to curl up her knees, but couldn’t as he was putting most of his lower body weight onto them.

“This seems like a good spot.”

“AHAHAHAA! It’s NAHAHAHAT!”

The corners of her lips upturned, the biggest smile plastered across her face, and the melodic sound of her giggles and squeaks… it was all too cute for Apollo to handle. He found himself at odds, wanting to keep going so he could continue to hear her angelic laughter, but also wanting to respect her boundaries.

He relented once more, making sure she had enough time to return to a steady rhythm of breathing. He took that moment to just admire her. Her mousy brown hair had started to come out of her two braids from the struggles. Her usually pale skin flushed an attractive shade of rosy pink that spread all the way down from neck to shoulders. A light sheen of sweat layered across her flushed skin like morning dew. She was still smiling, and a few residual titters could be heard every few seconds.

Apollo moved his hand to brush a few stray hairs out of her eyes. He traced a path from forehead to ear, and took note when she scrunched up her shoulder and giggled when his fingers reached her lobe.

“Is this what you’ve been hiding from me all this time?”

“Ehehehe…! What do you mean?”

He tickled her under her chin for a few seconds, laughing when she shook her head in reaction.

“You’re super, duper, incredibly ticklish. That’s your secret, right?”

Juniper’s face got even redder. She averted his eyes, apparently still feeling shy.

“Um, well… not exactly…”

Huh. So, it wasn’t over. Juniper was proving to be a very interesting puzzle.

“What is it, then?”

“I… I can’t say!! It’s too embarrassing…”

“Hmm… I guess I have no choice…”

Apollo launched his next attack before she could even begin to prepare for it. He wormed his way under her arms, wiggling all ten fingers there and not stopping even when her arms came down to trap them. She howled even louder than before, flailing her legs as a way to vent her suffering.

“GAHAHAHAHAHA! NOT THEHEHEHERE!”

“Not there? Alright, what about here?”

It was a smooth switch. He trailed down her sides until he reached her slim waist and clawed the soft area with the lightest of touches. He enjoyed the way she was squirming from side to side, so he stayed there for a while.

“OhmygahAHAHAHAHAD! Apollooooooo!”

He interrogated her with a smirk on his face.

“Gonna tell me now?”

“Okahahahay OKAY! I lihihihike it!”

Her answer made him lose focus. He pulled his hands away, resting them on his thighs.

“Huh?”

Juniper looked a little sheepish, but kept that joyful smile on her face. She glanced up at him with cheeks aflame.

“I… I like it.”

“You like… what?”

“I like… I like… you know!!”

He did know, but it had taken so much effort to get to this point, he wanted to tease her for a bit. Relish in his victory. His grin became a little more arrogant in nature.

“Hmm… I don’t know, actually… mind elaborating?”

“Okay fine! I like… Ilikebngtckld…”

He cupped a hand to his ear as he asked his next question obnoxiously loud.

“I didn’t quite catch that… say it again, Junie?”

“Apollo!!”

He reached out his hands and wiggled them in the air menacingly above her belly.

“Here it comes! Kichi kichi coooo!”

She grabbed his hands and stopped him before they could wreck her once more.

“Alright, alright!! I like being tickled!”

He laughed heartily, his hands retreating. His eyes stayed on her; she looked away, but he gently took her chin in hand and turned her face back to meet his own.

“That’s all? Junie, I think it’s adorable.”

She seemed relieved to hear those words; her shoulders relaxed ever so slightly.

“… You do?”

Apollo nodded.

“Yeah, of course! I love your laugh. And I love doing things that make you happy. So if you ever want me to tickle you, all you have to do is ask!”

She looked away from him again, but her smile remained.

“…. Hehe…. okay.”

“Also, don’t be afraid to tell me things. I’m your boyfriend, you can trust me. Okay?”

“Okay!”

Still leaning over her, he planted a kiss on her forehead as she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Her smile only grew wider, and his heart grew warm at the sight. It felt like they had been both waiting for this moment for a while, finally allowed to indulge in their desires. He kissed her cheeks, and then her lips, and then the rest of her face as she sunk into the cushions, surrendering to his affections.

#ace attorney #tickling #tickle fic #apollo justice #juniper woods #junipollo #this was 1000% self indulgent and i'm not sorry #don't look at me #titles are biphobic #dual destinies #i will be the lone ace attorney tickle fic writer so help me god #ler!apollo #lee!juniper #the only thing i regret is staying up until midnight to write this

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yandere-vale · 2 years ago

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Yandere Chloé Bourgeois Headcanons.

Warning: Normal Yandere stuff and I don't condone anything that I write about. Some stuff I'm okay with but that's sort of a personal thing and up to the person themselves to decide.

Yandere Chloé Bourgeois. (Aged-up)

"Is Chloe the best, or is Chloe the best? Hey, I want an answer!"

When a Bourgeois has a goal in mind they will stop at nothing to get it. And Chloe has the means to get what she wants. Adrien Agreste? Who's that? Yesterday's news, an old hat. You? You are her sole focus and you will just have to accept that.

Chloe is the dictionary definition of a Manipulative yandere. Having grown up watching and understanding the game of semantics and politics due to seeing her father do the same thing. Her mother also taught her that if she has to cheat, manipulate, fool, humiliate, and ruin others to achive her goal, then by all means she's to do so. Nothing is out of reach for a Bourgeois.

Chloe's selfishness and pettiness knows no bounds when it comes to her desire have you exist along side her. She puts you on a pedistal high above everyone but Chloe is always above you. Sure she 100% loves and idolizes you but she needs, no she expects you to return her love 1000 times.

She doesn't know the exact moment she fell for you but you are now off limits to everyone else. She's a self-indulgent and manipulative yandere, wanting you to worship her, love her, and shower her with all your love. She deserves it. When you are with her the only things you'll be doing are the things that she's planned out for the two of you and NOTHING will devieate from that plan.

Chloe is a little on the delusional side as she already sees herself as the perfect partner for you. A fine wine to the cheese she sees you as. She 'knows' you love her more then those who just take up your time like they are even worth something so treasured.

I have a question. Do you like gifts? Well you better start because Chloe's love language is gift giving. The latest clothes, jewerly, and electronics to show you that she cares about you. No one else would spend that kind of money on you right? Must be because she cares about you right? You wouldn't reject someone who's willing to do that for you right? It's a fun little trap to keep you from thinking about the darker side she seems to have.

When I said that no one was good enough for you I wasn't kidding. She will use any and all tools at her side to get you all to herself. She'll have dirt dug up on all your friends to expose them as liars to you. And if she can't find any then she'll just make it. She's a grand manipulator and it won't take long for nasty rumours to make their way to your ears.

"I told you they were nothing but trouble for you babe. Come here and give me a hug, Chloe always makes you feel better no?"

She never apologies or feels sorry for any of her actions against others. They were getting in the way and isn't it better to have those 'problems' out of your hair anyways? Chloe gives into her anger when things don't go her way and is known to tear things apart verbally when she's mad.

She needs your attention and validation as much as you need hers. She was neglected by her mother for so long that she doesn't really know to express the sheer need of it. She acts out and lashes with claws and teeth, but in truth she's just a small girl who never got the love and care she would have needed growing up to hopefully develop a normal sense of love.

It leaves her being super clingy with you. If you aren't home then she's by your side. How she just so happens to find you when you are out and about is hard to explain. Always ushering you into her limo to take you somewhere to spend the day. She's sprung many things suddenly on you. Surprise vacations to exotic locations, all 'free of charge' of course. You wouldn't reject her if she does all these things for you right? She hopes that you see it that way.

She's a manipulative woman who does everything wrong to get her way. Just to get your love. She just wants you to love her, to feel whole and to feel safe. She always has her guards up, her claws out. Why can't Chloe have someone she can wrap her arms around, nuzzling into their side, and let herself be vanirable around them?

Chloe doesn't handle rejection well and would laugh if you told her such. She wouldn't believe you at first or even for awhile. But when your words finally hit home it destroys her. She never had good control of her anger and this, this would be the catalist of something bad.

She isn't above kidnapping you. She wouldn't call it that, more the 'nonconsensual moving of you into her home'. It has a better ring to it. She'll lock you there when you just came over for a bit and leave you until you've 'come off that high horse of yours and stopped being a brat.' Since she doesn't see the perfectly reasonable response to being kidnapped to scream and beg to be let go as anything other then you being dramatic. Chloe would never physically harm you but that doesn't mean she won't isolate you. In her mind it's your fault that you are acting this way, not her.

Yandere Antibug. (Aged-up)

"Don't you hate how harsh love can be?"

Have you ever been unlucky enough to be on the other side of someone's totally unleashed anger and rage? Have you seen the things that person is willing to do and say when they fly into that unstoppable rampage state? This is Antibug to a dime. Antibug is what happens when you reject Chloe too many times, and then have the gull, the AUDACITY to like someone else? No. No that won't be happening.

Antibug is not much different from normal Yandere Chloe, other then she has no issue letting her explosive anger out towards anyone she deems a threat. And when I mean 'take her anger out' I mean violently kill them. She will use her Anti-Charm to give herself a weapon that has no reason to be that big and that violent looking. Unlike when she's normal clingy Chloe, Antibug will slaughter others without much thought. Only that she is doing this for you.

Antibug will kidnap you immediently and bring you to a place where you can't escape from and she can easily get to you using her new found powers and athleticisem. She just doesn't want you walking away from you. You always did that in the past. How could you reject someone who cares about you as much as she did-still does. She just needs you to understand that.

Antibug is less about being manipulative since she knows you won't need any because you already have incentive to stay with her. That being not getting hurt. Antibug also isn't above hurting you. Chloe would never lay a hand on you like that but Antibug will harm you if she has to to keep you. The worst you'll get is a broken arm or leg, but she would do it as quickly as she could. Not wanting to mentally scar you too much with the fact that she'll make you choose which one she breaks.

"No no darling~ You can stop with the tears. I won't be mad at you after you tell me which arm to break. Love, please don't just tremble, I need to hear your words."

You have to be perfect for Antibug, she has no time for your struggling or your wines and tears. She just wants you to behave and give her the love she rightly deserves. She's better then that hack ladybug anyways.

Yandere Queen Bee (Aged-up)

"I am Chloe Bourgeois and from now on I'll be your new Superhero, Queen Bee! I am more exceptional then any others! So won't you let me be your hero?"

Chloe does know she comes off pretty strong. She has a no nonsense and cut throat attitude when it comes to her everyday life. She's harsh on those around her and doesn't act very well when things don't go her way. But can you really blame her?

Sure she's spoiled rotton with things, luxuary items from her father, trips and vacations to anywhere she desires. But it's all hollow. The love you are suppose to know, the love that a mother can give her child isn't something Chloe is even familiar with. Neglected by someone who should have nurtured her and showed her how proper love and care can make even the darkest of times brighter. She never had someone like that.

She learned very early on that by getting angry and letting her emotions get the better of her then she can have her way. She knows that this isn't the way to do things. She knows it just pushes more and more people away from her. But she just jusitifies that with them not being worthy of her time or effort. If they can't see just how important she is then they don't matter.

That was until she met you. She didn't like you at first but you kept prodding her. You kept being nice, smiling kind, and hell you even laughed when she tried a pointed jab at you. You'd respond with something like "I know you don't mean it, you just want to think that way." Things like that bothered her. You were just 'nice' to her.

At first she throught you had other motives. She's rich and comes from power so of course people would try and push their way into her life. Try and control her. She wouldn't let anyone control her..but you weren't interested in any of that. She wanted to prove you were just in it for the money and would offer you an expensive gift as proof. "I didn't know you liked me that much? I'm honored to accept anything from you."

How does she respond to that? Well she just huffs and walks away of course. She had to save face and all you see. Can't let these commoners see her as anything related to weak. It's hard for Chloe to let herself be weak in front of you, and though you've seen her cheeks pink, she plays it off as the lighting or some other lie.

As Queen Bee however, she can let herself be cute with you. This would take place before Lady takes away her Miraculous. It happened during one of the times Ladybug was fighting one of Hawk Moth's villians and she was tasked with keeping civilians safe and out of harms way. You were one of the ones she saved that day when Prime Queen attacked. She was able to get you out of the blast radius just in time. It ignited a heat in her chest. She was able to touch you in a nice way. She even asked if you were alright, showing like care and stuff.

From then on, anytime she could. Queen Bee would randomly show up where you were. Not that she really needed to be there, but that she wanted to check up on you. Queen Bee is a bit more hands on then Chloe would ever be. She has no issue in getting close to you and being in your personal bubble. She likes to sit beside you and talk, sometimes letting her leg touch yours. The hugging you took some getting used to, it was like hugging someone who wasn't used to it you found.

Pollen is great at helping her express her emotions to you. Saying sweet things about you with actual real meaning behind them for once. The sweet little thing is so helpful for it's Queen.

Queen Bee wanted to be your hero, she knew the others were there and around for longer then her but she wanted to be the only one in your eyes. When Ladybug could pull her away from you, she'd always be looking for you in the crowd. One side of her didn't want you to get hurt and another side wanted to be the only one to save you.

Queen Bee showers in any praise that you are willing to give her. She doesn't use her powers to sneak into your room at night though, no no. She's far above that as a hero. You would've invited her in anyways so she doesn't need to sneak. She can't exist close to you as Chloe but she can like this. It's a little selfish of her to want both types of praise from you. Since she isn't able to openly accept it as Chloe.

If you do like her as either Chloe or Queen Bee, she's reveal to you that she is one or the other. Hearing that you actually do like her back would just be enough for her. She'd be able to hug you with meaning in front of everyone. Not scared to show her affection. The sudden change from her normal bratness to this cute ball of love and affection is jarring for most people. But she doesn't care. She wants to drown in your love as much as she can. Like you are the only source of joy in her life. You exist to fill the empty void in her heart that she didn't even know was empty.

If you reject her, even after she reveals herself to you. She won't think. Her Vemon will come out and she'll use it to paralyze you. She didn't mean to do it, freezing your body stiff. She just panicked.

"No no..no you can't..you can't please don't say that. I…I did everything right…w..why can't you just love me!"

Like Chloe she'll kidnap you and bring you to her home. Keeping you there by force if she has to. She didn't want to, everything was going oh so well. But now, now everything just needs to be fixed. It just needs a little time. You'll see her as your hero, yeah..she's sure of it. She didn't ruin everything..you'll accept her like you always do. Even if she has to keep using Venom on you, she'll do so if it keeps you with her. She can't continue on without you.

Yandere Queen Wasp (Aged-Up)

"Isn't this like a fairy tale? Having a Queen fall in love with you my dear? Then why don't you look happy?"

When Queen Wasp decides that you belong to her, you will instantly know it. Her swarms of wasps will explode throughout the area, stinging anyone that stands in her way of you. She will leave nothing standing in the way of you. Unlike Antibug, Queen Wasp won't kill anyone who tries to take you from her, or help you escape her. You don't need to escape, you are safe enough with her. You'll be upset at her in the beginning, of course you would be. Seeing your family and friends attacked and falling to these wasps as they circle around you and keep you caged enough for Chloe to do what she needed to do to get to you.

She knows you are upset at her, of course you would. The girl who knew as Chloe just burst into your home, declared her love for you, and attacked everyone else you cared about. You couldn't get away from her as she had you stung the second you showed any signs of fleeing her. Queen Wasp took you into her arms, content to finally have you as she took you away from your home.

She'd take you far away, even away from Paris. She'd have you set up in one of her family's homes where it's just you, her, and a staff too scared to stop her. Queen Wasp is the only one that demands you refer to her as Queen and not by Chloe. Since you rejected her when she was Chloe. So now she's different so just love her alright?

One of the more demanding versions of her Yandere sides. She demands you love and devotion to her. She won't have your eyes straying from her or allow you to leave her. You are to either stand beside her or kneel when she is sitting. Queen Wasp treats you more like a pet if anything. A treasured pet I'm sure but a pet none the less. You had a chance to be loved normally by her, have a happy little relationship but you've decided to ruin it all by being the way you are. You will be reminded by her hurt feelings from that first rejection but it doesn't mean she hates you. She'll tell you over and over again that she loves you.

However, she won't take anymore of your harsh words. If you want to be mean to her, she'll be mean to you. Your friends and family might get hurt if you keep talking and acting like someone so ungrateful. You wouldn't want that right? Of course not. So just be good for her and she won't have to use the back of her hand on you.

Yandere Miracle Queen. (Aged-Up)

"Sting them! Sting them all! You won't have anyone left but me!"

Unlike Queen Wasp that will harm people physically, Miracle Queen is more likely to harm you with other people. She's quick to Brainwash those who are close to you. Friends at first. Using her power to have them distance themselves from you. And if that doesn't work she commands them to bully and pick on you. She doesn't want to make you feel this way but it's the only way for you to understand that you need to be with her.

The next step is doing that with your family. Having them act cold to you will make it hurt that much more. With no friends or even family wanting to spend time with you, you are pretty much stuck with Chloe, with Miracle Queen. She's the only one that will be nice to you. She's the only one who's shoulder you can cry on when being alone fills you with too much internal dread.

Miracle Queen is a bit like Queen Bee in how she acts around you. Since she wants to be the sweet one in your eyes. The ONLY one that seems to actually want to spend time with you. With how badly things are at home when Chloe offers you to move in you jump at the chance. You might just be friends at this point but it's a mark in Miracle Queen's court.

"Nobody loves you like I do. It sucks that you have to see and hear it from people who don't care about you like I do…but I do care about you. You mean the world to me."

Chloe won't waste precious seconds with other people, they are stung and sent away. You are the only and sole focus she has anymore. She doesn't need to kidnap you or keep you locked up. You have no one to go to other then her. Even if you find someone it's never long till you are dropped like an old hate.

Yandere Queen Banana. (Aged-Up)

"Banana Boom-Boom! Grab them before they can get away!"

Nobody else matters to her anymore when she can be with you. They can all be turned into Banana's for all she cares and she does. So they will be. She'll do this to everyone who comes near you if she has to. Doesn't matter if they were trying to take you away from her, protect her from you, anything. If they breathe then they get bananaified.

And don't you dare think you can just run away from her. Not only will she chase you down in her go-kart. Her giant gorilla will chase you down and rip you out of any hidy-hole you happen to hold yourself up in. She has every right to claim you and she shall.

"Don't find my love a'peeling? I'm not the worst Banana in the bunch you know."

Picture a city so silent, no one around other then you, her, and her ape. She'll set you up in the best view in the now lifeless city. She'll give you the world just as long as you don't mind nothing being in it.

If you promise to be good then she won't turn anyone else into a banana, she promises, and Chloe always keeps her promises..right? As long as you are good she'll take you to a city that's full of life and people. Under warning that if you break the trust you have then she'll be forced to do it all over again, leaving you tied up in her kart so you can watch your mistakes.

Yandere Penalty. (Aged-Up)

"Can you really handle all of me? All of us?"

Penalty and Penalteam is a mix of all of her emotions into one. You thought one Chloe was hard to deal with when only one of her was around? Guess you're in for a rude awakening. Having ten of the same person around all the time can get a bit much, more so when they won't let you be anywhere else. Can just you take down ten of her? It's a nice thought to think about but it just won't be happening.

She'll block you from trying to escape wherever she's had you taken. You'll never be alone in anything that you do anymore. Two of her at the very least will be with you regardless of where or what you do. You aren't even safe in the bathroom when it comes to her. What would you have to do by yourself that you'd need to be alone for anyways?

Penalty is the most hands on out of all her versions. She will never not have a reason to be touching you. It starts off with a hand on your shoulder or a leg touching you. But it slowly pushes past any line you wouldn't want her to cross. Hands touching your back or holding your waist. One of them always finds you in her lap or she's in yours.

Penalty is here to take care of each and everyone of your needs but you have to remember that she has needs as well. They will spoon feed you, dress you in the morning, and don't get me started on the group baths. You know when I said she'll spend more of her time touching you? Well her hands will move further down and against areas that you don't want her to. If you try and push her away the others will drop what they are doing to hold you while you struggle. They will wait for you to be out of energy before they continue touching you.

"Trophy is not a good enough word to describe you love. But I'll always take you home."

Any and all times you voice your dislike for something, Penalty will always do the right thing by you and put it to a vote. It's always a 10/1 vote with you being the one that loses however. But hey, she told you she'd be fair with it.

You will never be alone with her around, you physically can't be. The each share a personality and sometimes fight with each other. Always over you though. They are the only ones you can be with and still they can't get enough of your time and presence.

You have so many versions of Chloe to choose from. Which one will you be unlucky or lucky to get?

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angelkhi · 3 years ago

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You plus me makes three - F.C

Pairing: Frank Castle x plussize!reader

Summary: A bad date, some horrible bathroom decorating and far too long apart.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (minors dni) Panties used as a gag, fingering, slight choking but also not?, semi public sex (if you count single room restaurant bathrooms as semi public), Frank is quite possessive but like in a good way? Idk I'm horny, gagging, praise, creampie, bad words obvi, minor description of violence, minor description of injuries, bit of self loathing on franks part :(

Word Count: 2.4k

A little note: sorry about any typos! I had no idea how close I am to 1000 followers so just wanted to say thank you thank you thank you! Plus Size reader, this is extremely self indulgent. Not much more to say than she's fat, I'm fat and if you're fat, then this one is for you!

"Hey angel," Franks voice is just as rough as his finger tips. His palm lays flat on the door propping it open, his arms flexing under the light strain. He backs her into the stall, until she's pressed up against the sink with nowhere to run. The lock clicking shut should send her panicking, begging for her life, but her breathing remains steady.

Instead, she thinks about how close she and Frank Castle are, and how much closer she wished him to be. As though he could read her mind, Frank takes those final two steps towards her, and lightly pulls at the hem of her dress.

"Pretty." He mutters, his eyes slowly moving from hem to head, focused on the curls she'd clipped forward and the dark makeup on her eyes and lashes. His rather large hand comes to settle on her shoulder, thumb stroking the exposed skin of her neck, resting for a moment and travelling dangerously close to the low v neckline. She can't help but perk up at his compliment, leaning into his touch at her own betrayal.

"Nice to know you're still alive." Her words don't deter him, a cocky smirk telling her all she needs to know. "Frank I'm on a date." His hands still pry all over her body as he admires her in his way.

"You havin fun?" His chuckle is forced and bitter, a deep frown resting on his lips.

"He's... nice." Her own words betray her, she may as well have told him every detail of the quite frankly boring evening. Frank pipes up again, his smirk back in place and it's oddly comforting.

"What, you gonna take him home, hm? Let him fuck you and leave?"

"Isn't that exactly what you're trying to do?"

He didn't like that. He sighs and reaches for one of her stray curls, tucking it back into place and smiling at her.

"You mean too much to me, you know that."

She just chews her lip, baiting him with silence. Sure she thought she knew, but disappearing for weeks at at time with no contact doesn't really convey they best message.

"You do know that, right?" Frank pauses, watching her face for any sort of answer, frowning when her eyes move to his knackered boots. "Let me show you."

"Frank. I. Am on. A date."

"So go back out there to your pretty boy." The words hang in the air, awaiting her response, Frank growing more and more cocky with each beat of silence.

"I-" She tries to speak, but nothing she could say would be true. Of course she'd rather stay with Frank.

"Attagirl." He pulls her into him, enjoying her surprised yelp when their chests touch. He just watches her for a few heartbeats, watches the way she cranes her neck and stares at his mouth. Frank dips down and places a tender kiss on her lips, pulling her closer by her waist. The kiss grows sloppy and hurried and he pushes her back against the green and white counters, swallowing her breathy moans.

"Gonna let me fuck you?" His vulgar words go straight to her cunt, that is currently trying to grind on his thigh. She nods into his shoulder, not sure her words would make much sense in her Frank Castle induced daze.

"Want your words." He rasps.

"Yea- yes, please, Frank." She speaks against his lips, eager to kiss him once more. He indulges her, letting her get her fill until he needed more. He kisses her neck, her shoulder, her chest. Frank crouches to press his lips to her fabric covered stomach and kneels to to the same to her hip.

"C'mon angel, show me your pretty pussy. Bet she's dripping, bet you've got a sweet little thing." Frank kisses her thigh and even with the layers preventing him from touching her bare skin, she still felt every minuscule detail of his pursed lips.

Good lord.

Frank wasn't wrong. If he were to get between her thighs, there'd be no questions about her current state of arousal. But they are in a bathroom. At a nightclub. He is a murderer, she is a witness to many of his said murders.

"It's generally frowned upon to have sex with strangers." She surveys the eclectic wallpaper, the brightly coloured toilet and the marble tiles beneath them, and speaks again. "Especially in a bathroom."

"Good job I'm not a stranger then, huh?" Frank guides her pretty underwear over the curves and divots of her full thighs, itching to dig his hands into her rippling flesh. "Spread your fuckin' legs."

She shouldn't. She couldn't, quite literally and legally, yet her legs part on command, and she's offering herself up to the blood thirsty mad man half of New York are begging to kill, maim or capture. Here she is, eating out of the palm of his hand.

The really tall, broad, rather soft blood thirsty mad man who is dying to get between her legs.

Frank pulls her dress up until it's resting around her hips, and her hands go to grip the fabric without prompting. He stares for a moment, quiet and brooding as usual. He places a kiss on her hip, then thigh enjoying how she squirms. Frank chuckles, and straightens to his full height, towering over her. His hands grip her hips tightly, and he leans in to her intoxicating lips, hoping that the sweet perfume she's worn that night lingers on his shirt. He kisses her sweetly, enjoying how little it took for her to give herself up to him, grinding his hips into her, the rough fabric of his jeans catching her clit.

"Next time, I'll let you come on my face, if you're good for me." She stares up at him through hooded lids in a daze, no longer thinking about her boring date, or the mediocre sex she probably would've had that evening. All she can think about is Frank, about what he's willing to give her and how badly she wants to take it.

His fingers tease her lightly, running up and down her pussy. A less than respectable moan bouncing about the bathroom when he pushes his finger into her. Frank doesn't take his eyes off of her face, keeping a soft grip on her jaw so her eyes stay on him when he adds another finger, until her pretty cunt is weeping around three of his fingers. He can't believe how lucky he is, to have her like this, fucking herself silly on his fingers, whining his name.

"You gonna cum all over my hand, huh? My god, gonna be smelling you all over me for days."

She doesn't need much more encouragement than that. His hips grind into her absentmindedly, the pressure grazing her clit.

"Attagirl."

He watches as she folds forward into him, bucking up against his fingers as he fucks her through the tremors, only moving when she pushes him away breathlessly. Frank's kiss stays soft and tender, and she relishes in how she melts into him with each and every one.

Her hands begin to wander, dipping across his rippling abdomen, feeling him up over his soft T-shirt. She reaches the hem a lot quicker than she wanted, and runs her hands underneath it. Scars litter Frank's body, ranging from little nicks to large bumps on his otherwise smooth skin. She traces them until they meet his waistband, and thumbs his belt buckle, daring to peer up at him through thick lashes.

His hands come over hers, guiding her through unbuckling his belt, not once dropping her gaze. His jeans wait open and ready, and she dips her hand into his boxers, stroking him slowly.

He spins her roughly, her hands resting on the countertop, arse grinding into Frank's open jeans. She stares at them both in mirror in front of her, watching Frank free himself from his boxers and nuzzle face in her neck. She can see her panties peeking out of his shirt pocket, his personal little trophy taunting her lack of resolve. She can feel the warm head of his dick pushing up against her and rises onto her tiptoes, eager to take him.

Frank's palm lays flat on her tummy, pulling her close to him. He's slick with his own pre-cum when the tip of his cock slips into her little hole. With that and how much she'd creamed on his fingers, he's an easy fit.

Frank slides into her as slow as he can, resisting the urge to curl a hand in her hair, bend her over and use her. He watches through the mirror, fixated on her fluttering eyes and wide mouth. They sigh, almost in unison when he fully sheaths himself inside of her, and for a moment just waits. And watches.

"So fuckin pretty, look at ya." Her eyes seem to focus on command, a weak smile and a gasp her only response. Frank thrusts his hips slowly at first, relishing how deep he is, and commits look on her face, the warmth and wetness of her body to memory.

Frank wraps his arms around her waist, harnessing her into place, thrusting faster, watching her tits bounce about trying to escape her pretty dress.

Frank knew what he was doing, right? She was kind to him, had shown him compassion, stayed loyal to him when the rest of the world wanted to spit in his face. He's scared of the way he feels about her, scared to do all the things she deserves. He can't have her, not in a real world, she's too good too innocent to be bought into his shit. Of course that doesn't matter for now. He's balls deep inside of her, watching her lips part and eyes screw tight as he bends her over the bathroom counter. Frank needs to keep his distance after this, keep her safe. But he can't quite shake the feeling that one taste won't be enough.

His hands make light work of pulling her sleeves down to her elbows so that she could pull her neckline down and really expose herself to him. He can't decide where to look, let alone touch until she guides one of his hands to her exposed breasts, and clasps them shut as a silent "stay there."

Her hand disappears from view, stroking her clit whilst he fucks her good.

"Tell me how pretty you are." He whispers all deep and husky in her ear. Even if he wasn't fucking her at present, she's not sure if she could respond to him, and his voice and his honey sweet tone.

Her words fall into a breathless gasp, a high pitched whine and a quiet "Frankie." His hips stutter to a stop, and she pushes herself back on him greedily, but he stills her hips.

"You gotta tell me how pretty look on my cock, or I stop. C'mon angel."

"I look so pretty when you fuck me Frankie, please never stop." She's mildly embarrassed and very aroused, saying that out loud, but the look on Frank's face makes it all worth it.

"Attagirl." He praises roughly. "No one will ever touch you."

Frank angles his hips slightly, the new angle pulling loud moans from her. Frank shushes her twice to no effect. Instead of wasting his breath for much longer, he takes her panties from her pocket and stuffs them in her gaping mouth.

"That's better... you're my good girl. Always so good for me." She nods frantically, all of the different sensations pushing her closer to her orgasm.

"Frankie please." Her moans are muffled by the damp lace stuffed in her mouth, little more than a murmur over Frank fucking her, their skin smacking loudly as he thrusts harder and harder. He keeps her on the edge for a moment, taking his time, savouring the moment until he felt himself creep closer to an orgasm.

"Fuckin shit-"

She clenches around him, pulling him in as she comes on his cock. His thrusts turn shallow, and he continues to fuck her, chasing his own orgasm, suddenly not caring about the lack of condom when he can feel how warm and tight she is. He makes on deep and final thrust, partly holding on to her as he empties himself into her cunt.

Frank pries the fabric from her mouth and slumps back against him for a while, as they both catch their breaths. Frank rubs soothing circles up and down her arms, clearing the fog.

When she finally straightens and he's confident she can stand on her own two feet, he kisses her, caressing her cheek slowly. She pulls away from him to observe the mess, picking up her underwear and sliding them into her bag. Frank sorts himself out, occasionally stopping to help her out. The pair only look half way to fucked by the time they're ready to exit the bathroom.

She turns to Frank with wide eyes, one hand on the door handle; the other on his chest.

"Oh god, what do I do about him?" She cocks her head to the side, gesturing to the restaurant full of people just down the hall, specifically her date, who had been sat alone for at least half an hour.

"I told him to fuck off before I came in here, if he wants a cheap fuck he can go elsewhere cause he ain't touching ya'."

She can feel her skin prick with embarrassment for the poor man, imagining him and his meekness against Frank of all people. Beneath all that she's thankful that she wouldn't have to let him down in person, having just had a quickie in the bathroom, in the middle of their date.

She opens the door to a dimly lit corridor and a blonde haired woman with a judgemental grimace. She just smiles sheepishly, dragging Frank behind her through the busy restaurant and out into the warm summer evening.

"Gotta get you a bath, you're all sweaty." He smirks down at her, watching as she hails a taxi.

"What?" She questions. Frank watches as the taxi pulls up to the curb, and leans down to whisper into her ear.

"Nothin'. Just that... I've always wanted to fuck you in that claw foot."

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