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[movedto-mrs-bluemarine]

NEW POKÉMON SELF SHIPPER HI.

- Husband of Grusha, Rika, and Piers

Hi hi!!! I ship w Guzma and Ingo currently! Thinking about Cyrus, too, maybe...

[eeksburner]

To be loved is to be seen

Simon Riley x Wife!Reader Fluff/Smut (18+)

(The things you notice and remember about Simon after being together for so long)

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TW: NSFW topics (Sex, P in V)

You have been with Simon for 5 years. You dated for 2 years (courted for even longer before he decided it was safe to love someone openly again) and have been married for 3 (you guys eloped pretty soon after he proposed). After being together for so long, you couldn't help but compile a list of all his quirks, preferences, and other little facts.

While he was very private and quiet with his affection for you in the beginning of your relationship, he has become much more open about it. Simon spent so much time keeping his emotions internal, that he was ready to let his love engulf you in the way he always wanted it to. He isn't a fan of major PDA, but he will keep a hand on you if possible.

He is so lovey-dovey. As mentioned above, he loves knowing he doesn't have to be secretive with his love, so he writes notes, does breakfast in bed, lets you do skincare on him, holds your hand proudly in public, and spoils you to no end.

Simon loves a sweet, milky tea. Don't let him lie to you. He likes 4 sugars and a heavy dose of cream or milk. It reminds him he isn't at work or in a shitty position where he can't enjoy a sweet treat. It's the epitome of indulgence to him. Simon loves a sweet tea from his sweet wife.

Not just with tea, but he has a sweet tooth for everything. He just can't stop himself when you make a fresh batch of sweets or pass by a bakery. He can't stand spicy food, though. If it's well seasoned, that's one thing, but if it's spicier than his favorite salsa/hot sauce, he won't enjoy it nearly as much. Of course, he knows there are worse things, so he will eat without complaint regardless of where you are, but you know when you see his neck starting to flush that it's too hot for him. He just doesn't see the joy in hurting both his tongue and ass for some food.

He is so incredibly polite. Some people like to confuse blunt or straightforward with rude and cold, but that's not right. Simon always says "Please", "Thank you", "Sir", and "Ma'am". He doesn't understand why you would be rude to someone for no reason. Simon also always leaves a nice tip for servers, etc. Dealing with people all day long would kill his social battery, so he leaves them a little extra for their brave choice to deal with the public.

Simon has such a nice physique, but it takes quite a bit to maintain. He doesn't want to miss out on any time with you, so he will go super early in the morning when you're still sleeping at home. He doesn't like working out in front of people if he can help it. He usually lets his guard down when he's focusing on form or straining to finish his last set of 250lb bench presses. He showers and is back in bed for cuddles before you even start to stir awake.

He loves animals. They remind him that goodness and innocence still exist in the world. While he may be embarrassed being seen with a small doggy in his arms, he will still love and spoil them to no end. Doing even get him started on cats. He will just sit in the same room as one and feel so understood. Reptiles, fish, etc. he loves them all.

Simon likes a rare steak. He doesn't like it cooked any more than that, but he will suddenly love medium if it's what you made. (He calls it shoe leather if overcooked anywhere else)

He has such nice teeth. Despite the stereotypes around British people and having bad teeth, Simon's are naturally pretty straight. He uses floss and mouthwash as well as a whitening toothpaste.

He will do whatever accent you have (if it's different than yours) just to see you giggle.

Simon added your birth month flower into his arm sleeve. The one sweet thing that's permanently on his body and it's dedicated to you.

He loves taking baths both with and without you. They relax his muscles in a way that showers can't. Having such a big, heavy body means gravity isn't on your side, so when he can have some relief in the tub, he's a happy man.

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Simon can be rough, but he prefers not to be. You're his sweet little thing, why would he want to put you in a position that is anything but comforting and full of love? Sure, if you're into the more kinky stuff, he will gladly oblige, but he may not do anything that includes intense degradation.

He prefers to be praised and loved on rather than humiliated or degraded. Simon has endured enough of that growing up and in his job. He loves your gentle touches and sweet kisses, so different than what he normally experiences.

Simon cums so much. It's an obscene amount every time he cums. He will also go multiple rounds if you let him. Being away for so long means having several fantasies he wants to play out. You guys have long abandoned getting new sheets after they're stained with your love.

He is pretty insecure about his body. His scars, his proportions, anything really. Simon loves it when you reassure him and make him feel loved down to the bone. He even still blushes when he's getting undressed and your hungry eyes are eating him up.

His favorite position is sitting up with you riding him. Hugging you while you grind and bounce on his cock is heaven. He can see the pretty faces you make and see your tits jiggle, too. It's one of the best positions to get you to cum quick, which is always his goal. He would never deprive you of a quick release.

His cum tastes good. He eats pretty clean (and eats some extra things to make it taste good for you), so you never mind giving him a quick blowie to ease some tension

He is a munch. He loves to feel your thighs fight against his hands as they quake and shiver from the use of his tongue on your pussy. You'll hear how sloppy he's being and the moans he's letting out as he humps the bed. It's such a turn-on for him, he can't help it.

Simon is vocal in bed. Why be quiet when you can be loud and tell everyone how good your partner is being. Whines, whimpers, moans, cursing, you name it. He knows how much you love hearing him, so he does nothing to hide his noises of pleasure.

If you liked this, please send some more suggestions and Simon quirks to my inbox so I can continue this list!

[ilygetou]

heyy love ! can I request a villain izuku ! x female reader ! I would like to see reader being a spoiled “ daddy’s gurl “ n’ izuku is sent on a mission to kidnapp her n’ make her dad pay off the debt to him 👙 the drabble is nsfw of course ! also kinks can be : degrading, dumfriction, pet play n’ a bit of body worship ! ( you can write this request only if you’re comfortable with it / have motivation for it ! )

DEBT COLLECTOR, IZUKU MIDORIYA.

Oh no! your father forgot to pay back some debt! :( & that resulted in having an infamous villain; izuku midoriya more known as “deku” to come and kidnap you and force you to stay at his hideout until your father pays back his debt. But! your father seems to be hiding somewhere to avoid paying back his debt, oh well! izuku has no choice but to send your father a little video tape that may convince him to come out and pay back his missing debt! <3

CW. dubcon, kidnapping, pet play, usage of pet names, orgasm denial, edging, kinda bimbo! reader, degrading (he’s v mean), overstimulation, face fucking (sorta?), non con recording, blackmailing, size kink, finger sucking, cum swallowing, facial, doggystyle, choking, hair pulling, pussy slapping (1), dacryphilia, dumbification, spitting, & creampie.

note. this took way too long i’m so sorry😭 i put my whole pussy into this, it’s like 4,500 words</3

Getting sent into a mission to kidnap an innocent girl because of her father forgetting to pay back some debt? the villain could almost feel bad, poor you getting dragged into this huge mess just because of your careless father.

but izuku isn’t the type of person who would turn down a huge sum of money. At first, he didn’t want to do this mission but the person who assigned him the mission promised him a huge amount of money if he did the job correctly. And now that money was involved, he couldn’t say no, he could never say no to money.

izuku is pretty confident about his strength & skills so kidnapping you should be a piece of cake. His plan went on like this; 1. kidnap you 2. threaten your father by using you as a hostage 3. your father paying up the money he forgot to pay back 4. releasing you. 5. getting his paycheck.

pretty nice, easy plan if you ask izuku.

you were currently out, on your way back home. Izuku was hiding inside his van behind a huge sign covering his vehicle, you had a grin plastered on your face, lips plum n’ glossy as you were chewing a bubble gum, your shirt too tight and small — your breasts particularly spilling out the skimpy top, your skirt was short if you just try to bend over izuku is pretty sure anyone behind you would get a perfect view of your ass.

well this should be interesting for izuku. He thought he’d be dealing with a decent looking girl, not too pretty and not ugly either but probably wouldn’t pique the villains interest. but by the looks of it he will be dealing with a slutty one, a very gorgeous one if he may add.

izuku hopped off his van, watching from a distance how you made your way into a quieter area that was not so full with people, this would make the job easier for izuku.

izuku approached you, hands in his pockets with a fake-smile on his face. “hello, y/n if i may assume?” the green haired villain uttered in a sweet, soft voice. you immediately looked up at him with a small smile, “yes? do i know you?” izuku chuckled as he removed a hair strand from your face, “i’m one of your fathers good friends, been friends with your old man for a long time” izuku came with a half assed lie that you immediately believed.

you snorted out a laugh, “my father? you know him? but you look young to be friends with my father” izuku patted your head before bending down and whispering something in your ear, “let’s go talk in a more private area, yeah?” you squint your eyes in suspicion before nodding your head, the freckles covering the guy's face and his sweet smile along with his soft voice made you trust him so easily.

izuku smirked as you continued following behind him, the dumb smile you had on your face as you hummed a song not knowing what was about to happen to you as you kept following izuku to where he had his vehicle parked.

izuku stopped in his tracks, you raised a brow in confusion before eyeing the big white van in front of you — “is this your..what should I call it? erm.. car?” you snorted, a small laugh escaping you. You were obviously making fun of him, mocking him even. Izuku clicked his tongue, do you really think an infamous villain like him would be driving an old vehicle like this? Izuku let out a sigh before his fake smile returned back, “yes, it’s kinda in a bad shape though, got into so many accidents.”

you didn’t respond to midoriya and gave him your back as you started inspecting the vehicle, it was white & dirty, it also looked old. It’s definitely not something you’d never step your foot in. While you were taking your sweet time, midoriya took out a piece of cloth and without making any noises — he slowly creeped up from behind and placed it on your mouth.

Your eyes widened in shock, you tried to struggle but izuku was much bigger and stronger than you. You kept trying to get out of his grasp before you slowly began losing consciousness. “well, that wasn’t so hard,” midoriya chuckled to himself.

You started regaining consciousness, your vision was a bit blurry, you saw a muscular figure approaching you and your eyes immediately widened. You immediately got reminded of everything that happened a few hours ago, you tried moving but found yourself unable to, your hands were chained against the wall but your legs were free, you tried speaking up only for your voice to be muffled from the duct tape covering your mouth.

“oh? you’re already up? took you long enough” the figure in front of you spoke and you immediately recognized it as the sweet man from earlier. Who also claimed to be one of “your father’s good friends.” You had a semi-confused look on your face, making midoriya look you up and down before slowly bending down to reach your face, “listen here sweetheart, your father forgot to pay back some debit that he was supposed to pay a long time ago but because of someone (you) your father had some hard timing paying it all back” izuku paused for a moment, scanning the look on your face.

“And, until your father pays all the money back, you’ll be held back here, don’t worry nothing will happen to you at least i haven’t been assigned to do anything to you, yet” your eyes were filled with terror, you had so much stuff to say but that stupid tape wasn’t giving you a chance to do so.

For the past two hours, you’ve been trying to break free from the chains — izuku was watching you from a distance do so, your breasts bouncing everytime you moved which made this worthwhile of midoriya’s time.

“careful there, if you move again you may accidentally flash me your tits” you felt your face heat up in embarrassment, your eyes slightly twitching in annoyance. Izuku’s attention went from you to his buzzing phone, he took out his phone and answered the call without looking at the caller id.

“yeah she’s here” “no, she won’t be going anywhere i chained her up” “mhm, i’ll see what i can do” “yeah, i’ll give you updates” “oh? anything? alright then.” you seemed to be confused by the villain’s nonchalantly responses, he then soon ended the call and his attention was all fixed on you.

“that was my ‘boss’, he called for updates on the situation... nevermind that though, he said i can do anything i want with you since your father seems to be hiding somewhere to escape paying back his debt, too bad for you.” your eyes widened in shock, your father was not in debt. you were sure of that.

your father was a nice, sweet, gentleman that everyone liked and trusted. He never loaned money from anyone, at least that’s what you thought. Your father spoiled you with expensive stuff all the time, bags, make-up, clothes, and a new car every year.

It was so obvious that your father loved you so, so much. So, why is he not telling the cops about this? Is he not concerned about you or your safety? You’ve been gone for almost half of the day.

Izuku has snapped you out of your thoughts when he suddenly removed the duct tape from your mouth, you started panting heavily, trying to catch your breath.

Once you did, you looked at izuku with narrowed eyes, “my father is not in debt! you’re lying!” izuku simply let out a scoff and rolled his eyes, “you don’t have to believe me, but we have to make a small video for your father, could you help me with that?” the villain took out a camera and shaked it around, you cocked your head in confusion.

“what kind of video?” and the villain smirked, “oh, you’ll see soon enough, just have to take those chains off, and don’t try running away, boss said i could hurt you if you misbehaved and you don’t want that, right?”

your brows furrowed before you hesitantly nodded your head, once midoriya took off your chains – you let out a sigh of relief, your arms were sore from being in the same position for so long. “What are we going – oh yeah! sir, you haven’t told me your name?” The green haired villain found it unusual that you’re talking to him with such a calm tone, as if you aren’t being held captive right now.

“My name isn’t that important” he replied, you frowned at his nonchalant reply, “but what am i supposed to call you? mr.green hair?” you whined, izuku bit his lips hard, trying to hold himself not to cuss at you right now. “It’s izuku” he finally said, “izuku? Oh! Are you that bad guy who goes by the name deku?” midoriya has no time to answer your questions, he ignores you – he has more important things to do, for example recording that stupid video for your father.

As izuku was setting up the camera and the stuff he needed to record the video you were bombarding him with questions, he couldn't believe that despite the situation you’re in you still remained calm — not only that but you also knew who he was. Usually once someone hears his name they would tremble in fear, some might even fall on their knees as they shake in fear.

You probably didn’t know about his heinous crimes, he wasn’t surprised – you don’t look like someone who would be interested in what’s happening around the world.

Once midoriya got everything done, he clicked his tongue, he turned to you only to find you already inspecting the stuff on the table he let out an annoyed sigh “i need you to sit on that chair” he pointed towards a metal chair that looked uncomfortable to sit on. The villain’s gaze was serious & you were pretty sure he was getting tired of you & your questions. Which was true, izuku wanted this to end quickly.

Once you were seated on the chair, izuku came up from behind you & held both of your wrists together & then tied them behind the chair. You slowly started to panic when he brought out a blindfold & placed it on your eyes — “what’re you doing..?” izuku could hear a hint of fear in your voice which made him smirk.

“don’t worry, i won’t hurt you,” he raised your chin to make you look at him even though you can’t actually see him because of the blindfold but you can sense him standing in front of you.

You heard the sound of the camera turning on, “it’s recording” the guy standing in front of you muttered, your breath hitched – nervous about what type of video you two were about to record.

“open up” you hesitantly opened your mouth, your figure shaking a bit for what’s awaiting you. Izuku places two of his long, slender fingers on your tongue. “Now suck on ’em” & you obey by wrapping your lips around his fingers, sucking on them like you’re sucking on lollipops.

This goes on for a quite a while—until the villain finally decides to take out his fingers which were now drenched with your saliva. He smeared your saliva on his clothes, in an attempt to remove the essence from his fingers. Without any further warning or instructions from the green-haired man, you were suddenly pulled into a kiss, a messy one.

You were taken aback from his sudden actions, his tongue was in your mouth, he was exploring every part of your mouth with his tongue until salvia started dripping down from both of your chins. That’s when he decided to pull out of the kiss. You were trying to catch your breath when you suddenly heard the sound of a belt being undone and getting thrown onto the floor—creating a loud thud that startled you.

Izuku had his cock out, it was slightly curving upwards with veins running along the underside, his slit dripping with pre-cum from you sucking on his fingers earlier, he held it with one hand—his other hand going to grab a pair of...cat ears? “here, ’m gonna have you wear those,” he places the cat ears on top of your head, positioning it to fit your head perfectly.

Izuku starts slowly stroking his dick, rubbing the tip with his big thumbs before going to grab another thing from on top of the table. A collar and a leash.

He tied the leash to the collar before he wrapped the collar around your neck, you were confused. You couldn’t see anything because of the blindfold blocking your vision so you didn’t know what izuku was up to.

Once the villain saw you with the leash & cat ears on, he immediately smirked & turned towards the camera “Now Mr. L/n, how do you like your daughter being treated like a damn animal?” you were even more confused, animal? huh? You were suddenly snapped out of your thoughts when you felt yourself being pulled—izuku pulled you by the leash & forced your face down to get closer to his throbbing cock.

Izuku has a massive grin on his face as he places the tip of his dick on your lips and starts smearing his pre-cum all over your lips before telling you to open up again. At first you were scared to listen until izuku repeated himself once more but this time, his voice came out raspy and aggressive making you obey him immediately.

Izuku shoved his cock into your mouth as soon as you gave him access to it, you felt the air getting knocked out of you. He was big & thick, your mouth was so full with his dick, midoriya suddenly thrust his hips, “suck” he orders & you start by sucking on his mushroom tip, giving his tip the attention it deserves.

You weren’t aware that the camera was now zoomed on you capturing how the infamous villain’s cock was fully stuffed in your mouth, izuku held the camera with both hands, zooming on your face—the blindfold covering your beautiful eyes, but your tears stains were visible on the black blindfold—he zoomed on your mouth, leaving some space to show how his cock was all the way in your little mouth, your lip gloss smudged all over your face as you struggled to take izuku’s cock fully.

You stretched your tongue to caress the underside of izuku’s dick, another futile attempt to try and take him full, you began hollowing your cheeks & bobbing your head up & down his cock. Salvia kept dripping from the side of your chin as you tried to satisfy the villain. Izuku groaned, a heavy sigh leaving him from his sensitive tip being engulfed by your warm throat.

Izuku holds the camera with one hand, his other hand now resting on his hair as he bites his lips so hard to hold back any sound from slipping—he only lets out a curse before cumming down your throat.

“Ah, what a slut, now why don’t you swallow & show the camera?” he focuses the camera on your face, waiting for you to swallow his warm fluids. You nervously gulped down his semen. “Open wide,” and you obliged, your mouth was wide open with your tongue slightly out to show deku that you listened & swallowed all his cum.

Izuku placed the camera back on the table, he went back behind you and untied the ropes that held your wrists together—the blindfold still on though. “get on all fours” he orders, you really didn’t comprehend what deku said, you were still trying to catch your breath. Izuku kissed his teeth, showing hints of annoyance. “I don’t like repeating myself,” izuku rolled his eyes before pulling you by the leash again, making you let out a yelp—he was pulling so hard you were basically choking.

You coughed a few times before doing as you were told, you got on all fours, slightly arching your back in a way that had your ass all out, your skirt rose up to your back—flashing the villain your white panties that hugged your pussy lips so well. Izuku smirked, bringing the camera and moving it closer to your ass, he brought two fingers, the same ones you sucked on—and started massaging your cunt from above your panties, moving his fingers at a slow, teasing pace.

As izuku continued doing so, he noticed a wet patch forming on your underwear. He pulled down the fabric, your glistening pussy all exposed for him now. You shivered once you felt his fingers running through your folds, “d-don’t” izuku scoffed, why were you giving izuku orders? Do you know who you’re speaking to right now? Without any reply or further movements from izuku you thought he listened & decided to stop. Only for you to suddenly gasp and wince in pain once you felt a harsh slap land on your pussy, causing your body to wobble and for you to let out a sob.

“don’t ever try telling me what to & what not to do, nor try defying my orders, do you even understand who’s standing in front of you right now?” you quickly nodded your head, low sobs leaving as you continually nodded your head—izuku let out a frustrated sigh, if only you weren’t this arrogant & just stayed quietly and did as izuku told you. That would’ve made the job way easier for the villain.

Izuku slowly started stroking his dick, his other free hands roaming and touching your ass, his fingers getting in between your folds n’ spreading them, revealing your tight hole to him. He fastened his movements, he quickly gripped your hair—forcing you to face him, your face so close to his twitching cock before ropes of his thick cum completely covered your face. You tensed up at the new feeling, his cum so hot it slightly burns your face, the blindfold also getting stained.

Izuku made sure to capture that on video, a wide grin spread across his face. “you look better like this” izuku pushed you down, pressing your upper body to the floor while your ass was high up in the air, two of his fingers were teasing your little cunt—you whined in frustration.

Having the blindfold blocking your view, a collar around your neck that was kinda small you felt like it was slowly choking you, and having izuku tease you in any way he wanted was all too frustrating, you couldn’t take it.

Izuku pushed two fingers, your walls immediately clamping and fluttering around his fingers, izuku chuckled—were you enjoying this? “c’mon kitten, are you serious?” he said in a teasing tone that had you filled up with embarrassment, “i’m not! What are y-you sa—!” izuku started thrusting his fingers in n’ out of your gooey cunt, cutting you off.

He moved the camera to the view of his skilled fingers going in n’ out of your pussy, capturing how slick kept dripping and coating his fingers and the way his fingers kept thrusting at a rapid speed that had your body start to slightly shake.

You tried your hardest to hold in your moans, to prove that you’re not enjoying this, that you didn’t like it at all. But your body failed you, coherent moans falling from your mouth with every thrust of his fingers, making izuku snicker.

Your moans turned into whimpers when izuku withdrew his fingers from your pussy, you were so close to your release—you let out a sob and a whimper of the villain’s name.

Not giving you any mind, izuku rubbed the tip against your clit, he kept repeating the same motion until your clit became all swollen n’ puffy—izuku slowly aligned his cock with your entrance, with a rough thrust of his hips, he was already fully inside you.

“n-no..can’t take it! please pull out!” you plead, izuku was stretching you wide open with his sheer size, tears started forming on the corner of your eyes, your mouth hang ajar, “big…i can’t” you kept babbling and all could izuku do was smirk, your pleadings and babbling only boosted his ego—giving you an experimental thrust just for you to let out a sob.

After a while of slow, sloppy thrusts you slightly got used to his size. Low, muffled whimpers leaving you with every thrust.

His dick was massaging your insides, with every slam of izuku’s hips, lewd sounds fell from your mouth, izuku picked up his pace, placing one of his hands on your hips to pull you closer—his other hand busy holding the camera.

He pounded into you from behind low grunts & moans leaving him, his dick hitting your sweet spot with every rough thrust of his hips—your walls clamping & fluttering around his cock. “Ah—shit, knew you liked that—fucking slut” he grunts, his pace remaining steady and rough.

“what’d you think your father will do once he watches this video?” his hands traveling to play with your clit, your breath hitched, your tongue lolled out—unable to answer the villain’s question. “Well, it’s not like i care about what he’ll do—it’s not my problem.”

Your blindfold got loose completely falling off, you were met with the wall in front of you. Your vision getting blurry from the tears that were about to form. You couldn’t see what kind of face or expression izuku has as he was fucking you from behind. You could only hear his low groans and moans.

Izuku pulled your hair, you threw your head backwards as you met izuku’s gaze, he placed his hands on your chin and forced open your mouth. Staring from above you was a mischievous looking izuku, you were lost in thought, your eyes glued to the green haired man’s eyes while your mind was all fuzzy from the feeling of izuku’s cock messing your insides.

Suddenly, you felt a glob of warm spit surfing on your tongue. And that’s when it hit you, izuku spat on your tongue, your eyes widened—as if you were just brought back to reality. “Come on, swallow” he grunts, impatient. And the way he stared at you with daunting eyes sent a shiver down your spine, his grip on you was strong, his eyes settled on your face and you hesitantly swallowed down his spit, your face scrunched up in disgust. Izuku grinned before resuming to his brutal pace, knocking the air out of you.

His tip kept hitting your cervix, earning filthy, lewd sounds from you. Your face was all messed up, your makeup melted, your cheeks were stained with tears from earlier, and your mouth hung open—drool dripping with every thrust of his hips. You couldn’t take it—you really couldn’t, his cock kept hitting your deepest spots which made you lose your mind, your body went limp, as you felt your orgasm getting closer and closer.

Izuku was getting closer too, the way his cock twitched inside you every time your walls hugged his dick was getting him closer and closer. Izuku pulled your lesh, a choked moan left you—whining as he kept pulling it until you could barely breathe. His cock pulsates by the warmth of your little cunt. “Ah fuck, i know i said i wanted this to end quickly but holy shit kitten, didn’t know you would feel this good.”

Your cat ears that were placed on your head slightly falling off with every jolt of the villain’s hips. He threw his head back, his dick spasmed before filling up your pussy with white globs of cum. Izuku paused for a moment to catch his breath, Afterwards izuku turned off the camera and placed it anywhere besides him. He then pulled your head backwards to inspect your expression.

You had the same fucked out expression as earlier, the only difference was that you were trying to catch your breath as well—small puffs leaving you, your face was hot but, you still didn’t reach orgasm. Which left you unsatisfied.

Your body was already overstimulated and you knew that you couldn’t take any more but the aching feeling between your legs and the knot in your stomach made you crave for more. “i-izuku…i need more, please! still didn’t cum yet..” you whisper, hoping the villain heard you.

Izuku laughed, instead of getting a “alright” you received a laugh fit from the villain. “Did i fuck you too dumb that you forgot who you’re talking to?” izuku pulled you off his cock, his cum leaking from your small hole and staining the floor beneath you, “did you forget that you’re kidnapped? And is used as a hostage? I’m doing this for the money, I have no obligations to fulfill your needs.” he threw at you, and you felt your eyes swell up with tears.

You were not used to this kind of treatment. No, you were used to getting everything you want and need, no one has ever said the word “no” to you, so hearing it—no, hearing it in a rather aggressive manner made you cry, your cheeks already stained with tears.

Izuku clicked his tongue, he tried to ignore your cries and tug his cock into his pants but your crying and whining made his cock twitch back into life. A loud annoyed sigh left him, “if you want to cum this badly, then you could suck me off while also playing with your little pussy, how does that sound?”

You went quiet for a moment, it still doesn’t sound so fulfilling, since you’re still going to work for your orgasm yourself. But maybe having the villain’s cock in your mouth would make you finish faster?

While you took your sweet time thinking, izuku was going through your sex tape with him. And suddenly, his phone buzzed, a text message notification from his ‘boss’—the guy who assigned him this mission. Izuku read it and his eyes twitched, his expression falling into a not so pleasant one.

Before you could give izuku your answer he spoke up; “seems like your father has already paid up, so this thing–” he waved the camera that had a view of your back getting blowed by him before speaking up again; “this things is useless now, really wanted to sent it to your dad though” he grumbles, in disappointment.

“At least my mission is now done, you could go back to being ‘daddy’s spoiled brat’” you pouted, eyebrows knitted together, “But what about—” izuku caught you off, “Yeah I know, you think i’m about to get blue balled as well?” he shrugs before pulling down his pants.

[hannahsturniolo]

sᴛᴜᴅʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ

Warnings: smut, p in v, receiving(m), hook up

Summary: after the teacher put the class into pairs, you got paired up with Chris, the cute guy.

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You were sitting in your desk listening to the science teacher speak, but Chris always caught your eye. You always stared at him in class. You’ve never said a word to each other, but you always find each other staring.

You were too shy to ever talk to him. He’s way too hot, and what if I mess up?

“I’m going to be putting you into partners for this project, you’re going to have to work together and find time outside of class to work on this project” the teacher said.

He started naming off people to start pairing up.

“Y/N and Chris”

Your heart stopped. You swear you were having an internal panic attack.

Chris looked over at you with a gentle smile and you smiled back.

Okay oh my god, now I have no choice but to talk to him, you thought.

“Okay you may now go discuss with your partners about how you’re going to work together” the teacher said, while everyone got up to walk over to their partners.

You couldn’t move. You were frozen. But Chris, was walking over to you.

“Hi I’m Chris, nice to meet you” he said with a gentle smile. “Glad I get to have an excuse to talk to you.”

Your stomach filled with butterflies and your stomach dropped.

“I’m Y/N. it’s nice to meet you. So um how are we going to meet up and do this project?”

“I could give you my number, and maybe we can walk to my house after school? I’m only about a 5 minute walk from here.” Chris said writing down his number.

“Okay that sounds perfect” you said smiling.

A couple hours later you texted Chris

“Hey it’s Y/N, did you want to meet by the basketball court and walk to your place”

He texted back;

“Sounds perfect, I’ll walk there now”

You started walking towards the basketball court. You were so nervous. You’re going over to the cute guys house.

You walked up to him “hey.”

He smiled back at you, “hey.”

You both started walking, getting to know each other. Talking about your families, hobbies, and even talked about the project and what you were planning on doing.

~~~~

You get to his house, and walked up to his room with him.

“I got your bag” he said taking your bag and hanging it on his door.

He shut his bedroom door behind you.

You walk over and sit at the edge of his bed while he sat in his desk chair, opening his binder.

He looked over at you with a small grin, “you’re very pretty”

“Thank you” you said smiling back. You can hear your heartbeat thumping in your ears.

You were nervous so you started playing with your own fingers fidgeting.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about” he said smiling.

Oh my god. He can tell I’m nervous? Fuck.” You thought to yourself.

You just let out a nervous giggle.

He grabbed the papers he needed out of his binder, and sat beside you on the bed, and started reading some of the questions.

He kept looking at you from beside him. Your legs were touching. You kept making very intense eye contact.

He stopped talking. You both leaned in at the same time and started kissing.

The kiss was deep and passionate but also very soft.

You pulled away.

“Umm.. shouldn’t w-we be working on our project? You said nervously.

“Oh.. uh yeah, we should. I’m sorry” Chris said looking concerned.

Then you thought to yourself, fuck it. Just go for it.

You put your hand at the back of his neck pulling him in to kiss him again. His hand fell to your lower back gently rubbing lazy circles.

It got heated really quick. You started to feel really warm, so you pulled off your hoodie.

As you were taking off your hoodie, Chris looked at you, “are we doing this?” And you just nodded.

You don’t normally hook up with someone you just met, but Chris. Chris was an exception.

He looked down at your chest, you were wearing no bra.

“Wow, you’re uh-you’re really gorgeous” Chris said smiling.

“Thank you” you replied smiling at him back.

Chris took off his shirt, and leaned back in kissing you more.

You reached over, and pulled on the waist band of his grey sweatpants. You could see the tent growing in them.

He pulled them down, along with his underwear.

His dick sprung up and hit his stomach.

You leaned down, and grabbed his dick in your hand, and putting your mouth at the tip.

You started moving up and down his dick with your hand, and teasing the tip with your mouth, sucking the tip.

“Fuck” you groaned out lowly.

You felt him tugging at your pants, signaling for them to come off.

You pulled off your pants and underwear, revealing all of you to him.

He grabbed onto your hips and rolled you on your back, and leaned down to start kissing you again.

This kiss was deep and passionate, getting messy. He reached down between both of your bodies with his hand, and found your pussy. He put his 2 fingers on your clit, circling gently.

You let out a moan, moaning into the kiss.

You put your hand in his hair playing with his beautiful brown locks.

“You’re so beautiful” he whispered smiling down at you.

“I need you Chris, right now” you moaned out.

Chris lined himself up at your entrance, running his dick through your folds.

“Please. Now” you moaned.

He thought it was fun to tease you.

He then slowly stuck the tip in, and then the rest of him, holding in one spot so you can adjust to his size.

He started to move in and out slowly.

“Faster Chris. Please”

He started moving in and out faster.

“You’re doing an amazing job taking all of me” he whimpered.

You were a mess, a moaning mess. You leaned back on the pillow, eyes closed.

You felt the firmiliar knot in your stomach, and your body went warm.

“I’m going to cum Chris”

“Me too”

Your orgasm washed over you, clenching on Chris. You felt thick white ropes of cum fill you up.

He pulled out and laid beside you.

“That was amazing” Chris groaned.

“It was. We will definitely have to do that again” you said smiling at him.

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[robobarbie]

Hello hellooooooo! We recently had a banner contest in the discord server, and I wanted to show y'all the awesome entries that didn't win. They're all really cool in their own ways, so I wanted to give them each a lil moment.

(by @/jestie)

Love the focus on xyx!! He reminds me almost of what I'd think teenage him would look like. Very chill, sporty, and out with friends on a beautiful spring day. The linework in this feels really soft as well -- especially on those hat details. AND THERE'S CAT!! CAT!!!

All other submissions under the cut!

(by @/hunddenseje)

I like the details in the flowers a lot for this one. The way people draw roses and how they choose those inner patterns is always neat. And the little plants and mushrooms on his shoulders are fun!! They go well with that striped shirt pattern!!!

(by @/stintsy)

The way this artist circled the boys with that pink rosy pattern will stick in my brain for a while. It's v pretty, and it's like they opened a bush and found us in there for some reason. "Hello! Happy Spring!" Thanks boys please close it back up!!! It's my cry hour in the bush!!!!

(by @/emmascient)

This person's artstyle is so unique and full of life. The little spots of light coming through the trees just adds to whole thing, too. And I really like seeing fanart of owl with textured hair!!! Also check out xyx's fucking biceps holy fucking sh-

(by @/.mewo.)

Just a bunch of bros on their lunch break bayBEEEEEEEEEE!!! I like the detail of toast's coat tied around their waist and the fucking anti-societyboy shirt quest is wearing LMFAO. Also cat is ADORABLE in this. God. More cat art. Always need more cat art!!

(by @/c1nnadoll)

Every time nightowl is drawn in a croptop, two months is added to my life. I just know it's true. God bless that cute ass flower crown and the perfect little peace sign. Man looks so stable and happy. I hope he had a nice day after this picture!!!

(by @/fluffydeer21)

Toast and Quest look so content and cute with their flowers. And there's another neat rose with a lil interior pattern! Held, of course, by this artist's fave LI. Xyx looks pretty good with gold jewelry, I cannot lie. I have no idea why I made them green in game. LMFAO

(by @/noneivly)

I like how this feels like a painting. Like those brush strokes and even the palette choice just look like something you'd see hung on a wall? It's really cool. Also the little detail of the chibi picnic boys in the background makes me giggle. Small!!!!! So fucking small!!!

(by @/kiki_221)

The energy in this is excellent. You can almost hear them laughing together at Toast's expense (deserved I'm sure). I'd like to imagine they're all relaxing at a park after a big lunch. I hope they got to discuss all the good things that happened to them this week.

(by @/01noxxie10)

Another excellent chillin in the grass pic! Purple actually looks really good on Quest. I don't think I've ever drawn him in that color before? So this image made me think about that a LOT. Also look at fuckin chill ass xyx. Calm beautiful motherfucker. Fuck you!!! Fuck you!!!

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There's two more images, but those are the discord banner winner and the one I chose for my twitter! If you want to see those excellent drawings, check out my twitter here or join the discord server here!

Thank you everyone for all the submissions! I treasure them deeply!!

[storytellering]

Do you think DMC has a incestuous subtext? I am kind of new to the franchise (and also the fandom... Which isn't really respectful that I can see) and I want to know if I am not the only one who thinks that it's pretty obvious why the ships between DVN have many believers.

First of all, welcome to DMC, anon! And OH BOY, you'll definitely find that that's the majority opinion, at least within the Spardacest circles - honestly, most "normie" circles too. Every grass-touching, non-internet poisoned dudebro I've ever met and talked dmc with has made one or two incest jokes at me about it, definitely noting how the rivalry between the twins is very charged - the only people I've found who flat out deny it are the antis. To go more in depth about the actual subtext there - well, one should start with the roots of dmc in dmc1, right? DMC1 is definitely a gothic game - it's everywhere in the aesthetics, the inspirations, the imagery and the environment, and what is gothic horror without the incest? The initial incest in Kamiya's dmc, before Itsuno stepped in, was definitely obvious in Dante and Trish (who I'm pretty sure according to kamiya at least were supposed to be endgame) - and like, c'mon. You can say all you want that she only looks like his mom, she isn't actually Eva, she doesn't even have her personality... but from a moral perspective, that's still weird as fuck if we're going by real life standards, right? You wouldn't fuck a clone of your mom without it being at least a little bit incestuous.

Then Itsuno stepped in from 3 on, and the incestuous undertones became more focused on the immediate Sparda family - the twins, and eventually, Nero.

...Do I need to even explain it? Sure, in 3 the twins bicker and banter like real brothers, but there's definitely a suggestive edge to it - so many quips between them that really cannot be explained by "oh haha brotherly banter" without it getting at least a little bit weird. Not to mention all the "impalement as penetration" comparisons that can be drawn, and I'll leave a nice little video that goes deeper into a lot of that (as well as the gothic inspirations in the dmc franchise) so you can hear it from the mouth of someone far more eloquent than me.

And then in 4... I mean, if the amount of people who almost ubiquitously shipped Dante and Nero as soon as 4 dropped and continued doing so until 5 officially confirmed their relation (which, to be fair, Nero being Dante's nephew had actually been hinted at all along, but exactly because of so many people shipping them and not wanting it to be incestuous/the dudebros not liking Nero very much when 4 was new, pretty much everyone in the english speaking side of the fandom had been in denial about it until 5 spelled it out in big, bold letters) is kind of the test, no? That the tension and chemistry is so obvious the moment the incest element is hidden or unclear, everyone is suddenly in agreement about it. I could go on and on and on about Nero's obvious puppy crush/hero worship on Dante, Dante's immediate fondness of Nero, how if you read the 4 novels it's even more blatant and in your face... but all I'm gonna say is that that initial fight scene was softcore porn and no one can convince me otherwise, lmao. Listen, I'm just saying that if the intention wasn't to be suggestive, having Nero wrap his legs around Dante to pull him closer, bite his gun, and then straddle him like that was a very poor choice. Honorable mention for the reboot, whose devs were VERY aware of the tension between the Spardas in the og franchise, called it out by saying their game wasn't gonna do "all that gay shit" (obviously in the early 2010s the issue wasn't the incest, but it being GAY incest 🙄) and then accidentally made their version of the twins SO very....... whatever the hell is going on with the reboot twins. Not not-incestuous and definitely not straight, I'll tell you that.

And then 5, again. Do I need to explain it? Nero and V are, once again, a perfect textbook example of "couple that had so much natural chemistry everyone was flocking to it before it was revealed to be incest", plus the way everything about Dante's story, at the end, now that he's a weathered old man, is made to revolve around Vergil... yes, Dante is a depressed old alcoholic because he pushed everyone away, because of the laundry list of issues he ended up with because of everything that happened in his life, BUT Vergil was always front and center within it, even when he wasn't there. That Dante's story quite literally begins and ends with Vergil... well. I dunno about you, that just doesn't feel like your regular siblings dynamic. Also another honorable mention: "I'll make you submit" is a totally normal thing to say to your estranged father. Not weird at all with absolutely zero implications. OH, not to mention, even if we stay purely within canon and don't even look deeper at any implications or subtext... the literal only canon couple is incestuous, too. Let's not forget Kyrie and Nero are adopted siblings, Nero was raised as her brother, and the game itself calls it out in the character descritption (in 4's character bios it says Kyrie is at once Nero's "lover and family") + it's quite literally spelled out in the novels (having Nero think that "well, while it's true that he's been raised with Kyrie as siblings, he would've liked her even if they weren't family"). There's SO much more I could still go into, I have quite literally spent the past 3 years replaying the games over and over and overthinking/hyperanalizing every single frame, rereading the novels and the mangas to the point I could cite them by memory, and it's just... I dunno. I saw someone else say this somewhere, but if you're into DMC and grossed out by incest... this might not be the franchise for you.

[purple-star-eyes]

QnA with Viv, Erika and Amir (Wednesday, 31st January 2024)

(1 day before the Season 1 finale)

Who would be the better dad?

>Lucifer cuz his heart is in the right place.

Alastor wanted to get under Luci's skin, which is where the Dad rivalry came from.

Alastor is canonically aro/ace.

Said in a livestream by his voiceactor Amir Talai but Viv didn't deny it.

"It didn't come up in the show yet obviously."

Amir Talai owns an "Oh deer" cup a fan made for him

Concerning Fantheories: A lot of people have gotten a lot of things right.

Viv tries to avoid it, but she's excited to see how exact people get it. Apparently quite a few have figured it out to the T.

When Viv first made the characters she changed a lot of stories around, case and point Vaggie's story changed.

Viv laughed when she saw the HB theory that Wally Wackford is a secret form of Mammon.

>clearly false, fun but not true according to Viv, debunked in real time

Viv's brother works at A24 and loves trolling fans with theories like "Charlie dies in ep.4" (false obviously)

Amir said Alastor has a tail. Viv doesnt confirm or deny it.

Viv: "The tail is not relevant."

-> Might be answered later, since he'd have to be without the coat

Erika likes that Charlie has actual realists around her keeping her grounded.

(Like Angel in ep.4)

Charlie's view is very simplistic on redemption.

The point of the show is to explore that the grey area and redemption are very complicated

(Charlie's arc)

Mimzie is a relieable narator when it comes to Alastor.

But his backstory will come up in future episodes.

There *HAS TO BE* someone that scares Alastor according to Amir.

"We haven't even scratched the surface with Alastor." According to Viv.

Why does Alastor keep Nifty around?

-> Will be explored in the next episodes.

He is very fond of her.

They can connect due to "they both dont care about anything"

How tall is Lucifer-> 5'2 (as per the definitiom of shortking) and Charlie is a foot taller than him. (The hat adds a lot)

The hat is a concious choice of Luci to make up for his height.

"He's not concerned with fashion. Just his height."

The other sins are very big, Viv loves that Luci is the tiniest one of the sins.

Charlie is 6ft

Valentino is 10ft

Angel is 8ft

Alastor is around Charlie's height

Erika's favourite V is Vox due to his voice. She might never love Valentino (he makes her mad).

Amir refused to comment who his favourite V is.

Is there more to the beef between Alastor and Vox?

-> they hate each other, Vox is jealous

Alastor enjoys Vox like a rug (Vox exists and he can walk all over him.)

Pretty simple and nice dynamic but nothing else.

Alastor thinks Vox is "inconsequencial".

Viv thinks Alastor is Chaotic Neutral.

(Tho she's not too familiar with the categories)

Amir says it's hard to say without giving anything away, regarding what his alignment is.

It was hard to record in 2021 due to having to record sessions and duets alone in the booths, according to Amir.

Erika felt a lot of pressure during the first 2 Episodes, because she knows how long people waited for it.

Brandon will help write Eps in Helluva Boss, but works a mile a minute so he will come in and go "Oh I remember this one" :)

Someone dies in Hazbin.

"You can sleep tonight if you think it's Angel Dust"

Both said by Vivzie. So she basically confirmed that Angel will (probably) NOT die.

She did say it was "going to be obvious" who it would be.

Season 2 is in production.

[harrington-stevie]

"Here's your treat, Sailor" - Steve Harrington x f! Reader

Summary: It's Halloween and you're celebrating your birthday. You throw a small party at your house, but end up locked in your closet with Steve. Give him a treat, he's upset, yeah?

Warnings: A little fluff, a little smut. Oral sex, cursing. 18+ DNI

Word count: 2.6k (just a quick story)

Being born close to Halloween means it was always most likely you would throw a themed birthday party. Two days before the actual date, you were celebrating at a bar with your closest friends, always excited to gather all of them and your other friends. 

Hours before the party, you were getting help from Robin and Eddie with the decoration, while Steve and Dustin - your not-so-baby-brother - were cleaning the house. 

Jonathan and Nancy were in charge of the rest; food, crockery, cups and stuff like that. A faint rock music was playing on a boombox as you were all busy with the arrangement. 

You were pretty excited this year, for the first time after getting into college you invited a few friends you got along. Not that you weren't missing having a boyfriend, but every time you'd go out with someone, it turns out they just want sex, and you didn't like that. 

Pumpkins with wicked grins lined the path to the entrance, their flickering candles casting eerie shadows. A large, ancient oak tree was adorned with fake cobwebs and ghostly apparitions hanging from its branches, swaying gently in the autumn breeze. A fog machine sent wisps of mist rolling across the yard, setting the perfect, eerie mood.

It was 8 pm sharp when the first guests arrived. Mike with El, Lucas with Max and Will, who were not that young anymore either, they were all like 18, 19. You couldn't hold a grin to see them dressed as Ghostbusters, like every year they wear matching costumes.

You and your friends made a deal you'd surprise each other with your costumes, so a while after the kids arrived, Eddie knocked on the door and as you opened it, and it was impossible to miss. He had transformed himself into a member of the legendary rock band, Kiss. 

He was wearing a very made up costume. He even painted in the signature black and white makeup, wearing a black leather vest, displaying his flat abs.

He wore a skin-tight, leather jumpsuit adorned with studs and spikes. Behind him, Robin was wearing a camouflage outfit, along with black boots just like Eddie. 

"Wow, you took the 'dressed to kill' idea very seriously!" She said as she complimented you. As a lesbian, she couldn't stop looking at your cleavage.

You went for an Elvira look with a black, form-fitting, low-cut dress, with a slit on the side. The v-neck showed a little too much of your chest, which would make every guy look at you for more than five minutes. 

"Eddie, come on dork. Stop stripping her with your eyes!" She mocked him, laughing at the way he was just frozen, still looking at you. 

"Happy birthday, sweetheart. Nice choice. Gonna make every dude in this house get a boner" He tried to sound playful, but he only just turned himself in. 

"Thank you so much for the heads-up. I had no idea" Ironically, you weren't really expecting that. Maybe that's why Mike and Lucas got flickered in their foreheads earlier. 

Steve was more obvious and it made you laugh. He just chose to wear his Scoops Ahoy uniform, without the hat. Because that would ruin his perfect hair.

And again, what Eddie said echoed in your head, because the hairy chested guy couldn't stop staring at your breasts until you tried to pinch him. Jonathan and Nancy were wearing something very couple-like, and it was heart melting. 

There were people chatting in the backyard, some were listening to music while talking and drinking, Dusty and the kids were talking about some game. The couple was somewhere, probably exchanging saliva, and you were talking with Robin, listening to her charm about Vickie, while Eddie was smoking a joint. 

"Hey, where the hell is Steve?" She asks after a brief pause, watching as Eddie shrugs his shoulders. "I haven't seen him in like, twenty minutes, I think?".

"Probably fixing his hair or managing to get his dick wet" He scoffed. 

Both of you looked at him in disbelief, he was just trying to mock. "Ew, Munson. I know he used to be like that, but he wouldn't do this. Not at my house at least" You respond, but he doesn't agree. 

"Eh, could be. But let's be honest. The guy is charming, pretty, and has a good talk. Any girl would jump on him like that" He snaps his fingers. 

"I'm gonna look for him around here. You can go upstairs" You tell her before leaving him alone, who mumbles something about Steve "needing a babysitter" or something. 

You had no idea where the guy could've gone. He just didn't say anything before ghosting, and it's not like there was a way of communicating to him, unless he had a walkie. But this wasn't one of his gatherings with the kids. 

You looked behind the curtains, because, you never know right? Under the table, behind the couch, in the guest restroom and even behind any door, but still nothing. Robin said she didn't see him upstairs.

She went to the backyard and asked the others about him. Until you realized you didn't look for him in one spot that anyone could fit in: the closet under your stairs. 

He was sitting there with a different look on his face. Maybe tired? You didn't know. He had his back resting against the wall, fidgeting his fingers. A cup with some drink was also resting on the floor. 

"Care to explain why you're hiding at my party without saying anything?" You ask, but he doesn't bother to look at you. 

He shrugs his shoulders, pouting. "I'm sorry it's your birthday party. I just didn't feel like being around". 

You wanted to ask, but you weren't sure he would answer you. Still holding the doorknob, you reach out your hands, so he can lift himself up, but he doesn't. 

"C'mon Steve, let's try and cheer up, yeah? You want me to change the music? Is it boring?" He shakes his head. "You want something else to drink? Food?". Nothing. 

As soon as he gets up, he closes the door behind you, before you protest. What he doesn't know is that If you close the door, it locks from the inside. He just locked you both in there. 

"Steve-" You try to tell him, but he cuts you off.

"Can you not tell this to Robin just yet? It's going to sound really stupid" He asks, his tone was low and pretty hurtful. 

"Steve, you can't close this door from the inside. We're locked in here". 

He snaps his eyes and raises both eyebrows. He tries to open the door but nothing happens.

"You're fucking kidding me. I just locked the party host in the closet" He groans, yanking his head against the door. 

"Yeah, thank you. Now Robin is going to think we're either missing or messing around". 

Steve still has his head resting against the door, banging it carefully. 

"Could this night be any shittier?" You don't get why he seems stressed, but you try to ask him anyway. 

"What happened, sailor?" He chuckles lightly, almost like in a bittersweet way. 

"If you make fun of me I'll get your gift back" He threatens. "Just this girl I was talking to earlier in the backyard.. I asked her for her number and she said I was a 'stupid momma's boy and that my reputation is wrecked'" He mourns.

"You know you're not like that anymore, right?" You try to ease him and reassure you don't think of him that way. 

He still laughs sarcastically. "Seems like I still am". He sighs. "That's the problem. People still see me like that, and I hate it". 

"Just because some random girl said that to you, it doesn't mean it's true". 

Steve tries to take in your words as he crosses his arms on his chest and ponders. He hasn't been like that in ages, why would he still make it a big deal anyway? Seems like he needed to work out his self-esteem. 

"Maybe you're right. How's the party?" He still sounds like he's offended, maybe he just needs a hug.

"Well, it's been pretty good until you locked us in" You joke, watching him slightly chuckle.

"You look really good as Elvira" Steve gives you a gentle side smile and you grab his hand. 

"You look the same as always, sailor" Snorting, he gives you a death glance. Like, it's not the first time you see in that outfit. 

"Just think you missed the boobs". Oh, that was a burn. 

Walking towards him, you make sure you're pressing your sides to show a little more cleavage, and he gulps. "What, you don't think this cleavage isn't enough?" Your voice was smooth and low. 

As you reach to both his arms, he tries to not stare at you for too long or he breaks. Your pleading eyes actually hold something different and it makes his boxer feel uncomfortable already. You've always thought he was good looking, even with the stupid outfit.

"I.. uh- No, it's great" He nervously laughs, his hands never meet your body out of respect for you. 

You tease him as you lean against his body, and Steve is looking confused at you. "Eddie was right when he said every guy would get a boner with my costume".

He tries to hold a nervous chuckle and fails. "I don't have a boner, what do you mean?"

"Then what are you hiding in there, an ice cream scoop?" The taunting was terrible, but it makes him laugh as his cheeks flush. 

"You're a terrible person" This time he holds his gaze directly at your eyes and leans closer until your noses bump. "You're incredibly sexy and terrible".

"And yet you're the one dressed as a sailor with your uniform" You retort, wrapping your hands around his neck. He feels your chest pressed against his, as well as his growing crotch. 

He doesn't give you an answer, but instead he just crashes his lips against yours, holding your chin in a light grip. He tastes like beer, he smells like Calvin Klein and you don't regret this little show you're having. 

It doesn't have to be something serious right now, so you just enjoy it when he slides his tongue against yours, letting out a groan to your surprise. One of his hands slides down your body, holding your waist as he tries to bring you closer to him.

You feel his hard cock rub against your cunt under the dress and it burns your skin. Grasping his lower lip against your teeth, you let out a teasing gasp, learning Steve is just about to throw you against the wall and fuck you there. 

But before he even tries anything, you start kissing him again, feeling his hot tongue swirling around yours in a battle for dominance. It makes your brain twist and your stomach sink. It makes your entire body shiver. 

He pulls back only to breathe, his haired chest is heavily panting and his lips are swollen. "This is what they're missing. So, fuck them" You praise. 

His big squared hand grabs your cheek carefully as he uses his thumb to rub his digit against your skin. "Thank you" That's all he says. 

Watching him from that position, it makes you realize he's everything Eddie said before. He is charming, pretty, and has a good talk. He's also caring, smart and gentle. If you could, you would put him in a bubble and take care of him. 

You pull him by the collar only to give him a peck before sliding both hands down his stomach until your hands reach the elastic of his shorts.

He looks at you, confused and sort of lost with the action. "Here's a Halloween treat, sailor". You kneel in front of him.

The tone of your voice is barely above a whisper and it carries luxury, filling the air of the small closet. His throat is now dry as he gulps harshly. You pull down his piece of clothing before glancing carefully at his hardened cunt under the fabric.

It pulses when you softly touch his base and Steve almost collapses under your hands. He helps you get rid of his boxer, muffling his grunt when you hold it in your right hand. Your best hand, the one you know you can give a nice handjob. 

But this time you catch him off guard when your mouth gives him a soft open mouthed kiss on the glistening tip of his cock. He's kinda big, and thick, and it makes your mouth water with desperation. You glide your tongue until it reaches his balls and he flinches, hissing. 

"Jesus fuck" He cries. It makes you grin through his cock. 

Slowly, you swallow him until it reaches the back of your throat and you try not to gag. His reflection is to pull a handful of your hair and he slowly loses it.

Working along with your tongue, you start bobbing your head up and down, careful to not choke on his cunt. You cup his balls with your free hand and softly rub them against your soft fingers. 

Steve almost starts sliding down the wall, trying to hold himself up. He feels himself completely at your mercy, not knowing why it feels so good, considering you were good friends.

You hum while tasting every inch of him, feeling his dick twitch inside your mouth, dripping with precum.

He uses one hand to hold himself while the other one still pulls your hair. The sound of your throat against his dick is echoing inside the closet, while his breathing makes the air become stuffy. Your mouth sucks him so perfectly, your throat tightens around him.

"I'm not gonna las- Fuck-" He sttuters when you hollow your cheeks and suck him hard, the loud gasp coming off his mouth makes you feel so horny you almost give up on this. 

The way you concentrate on your movements, always switching so it doesn't give you cheek cramps, makes him want to thrust against your mouth. But he knows his limits and he doesn't want you to choke on him either.

He watches with bliss on his eyes the way your head bobs towards him and it makes him dizzy at your sight. You look at him with lust and awe, savoring his salty liquid, feeling how his fat cock stretches your mouth so it can fit in.

Your hand falls from his balls to his hairy and thick thighs, digging your nails into his skin, listening to every moan he spills against the thin air. 

"I'mgonnacum" He slurs and you feel his hips shuddering as he finally reaches his peak, washing over your throat. You swallow him entirely, his warm cum suddenly makes you feel too blissed from the moment. 

Steve can barely breathe, you watch him almost gasp for air. His chest is heavily panting and sweating, just like his flushed face.

You noticed how messy his hair is. After swallowing it all, you give him a quick peck on his sensitive tip and he pulls back from the sensation. 

He helps you get up from your knees, still staring at you amused. You quickly clean the corner of your mouth, licking the same spot. "God, you are fascinating". 

When he leans forward to give you another kiss, not giving a shit you taste like him, the door finally opens and Robin stares at both of you in shock. 

"What the fuck happened here?".

[1moreff-creator]

Now that you've had some time to cool down from the Fuckfest of Friday Night, I'm a little curious on what you think of MonoTV's whole deal, because I haven't seen anyone actually talk about it much and that makes me so upset because wow Dev somehow managed to get me to care about this piece of steel

Spoilers up to the end of CH2

Hey! Yeah, MonoTV, huh? With everything else going on, this thing kinda got pushed aside, but there's been some really interesting developments indeed. I agree though, it's genuinely pretty incredible dev managed to get me to care about what up to this point had been nothing but a device for plot and humor.

You know, I originally wanted to keep this brief to give my full thoughts on the full part 2 analysis I'm working on, but maybe it's better if I just talk about it in full here and just link to this post from that one. Let me start by the theory side, because that's easier for me to write about :v

While MonoTV's creation being connected to XF-Ture Tech was always a very real possibility, the confirmation that at least its personality drivers come from them is nice. And there doesn't seem to be any type of repurposing going on:

MonoTV: Whenever I make a decision, ultimately, I must make the choice that fulfills my purpose [to run the killing game until the death of every participant]. After all, that was why I was created.

While we don't fully understand how this all fits together yet, I'm glad XF is being brought up because that might mean Min content in the future? For me, please? :,D

Anyways. Having a clearly stated goal for the killing game (killing all the participants) is also pretty useful for theory-crafting purposes, so look forward to seeing that line referenced in mastermind discussions moving forward. Not to mention, the secondary purpose of MonoTV playing the villain, with the reasoning:

MonoTV: This so-called TV show is more about appearances than you'd think.

So... ignoring the weird phrasing of "so-called TV show" as opposed to just "TV show," because I will go crazy if I look too deep into that, the confirmation that the appearances of the killing game are important seem to confirm a suspicion Teruko had back in CH2 Ep2.

Teruko: And also, [MonoTV is designed the way it is] as a way to reference that "past killing game," right?

Assuming via context that she's talking about THH, MonoTV being specifically created and programmed to look and act sorta like Monokuma could have some interesting implications moving forward, especially given things like Duke Spurling being alive to see the Tragedy and maybe wanting a recreation of the THH killing game. Thankfully there's no character with a talent for recreating things, such as art, an art forger of some kind, because if there was this could realistically point to them as the mastermind. :)

Final note about theories: I... called it? Sort of?

[Extract from Vivisection of the David MV] What I think is the best idea [regarding the multi-colored "original"] is that all the characters [which includes MonoTV] got the word. [...] I think it makes more sense to relate them to the meaning of "original style" under my interpretation, where "original style" means a change of heart.

Well, MonoTV sure had a change of personality, albeit briefly, now didn't it? (Please ignore the fact that I dismissed the possibility of MonoTV changing in the lines following that one :p) Admittedly "characters in DRDT will have character development" is possibly my least wild theory ever, but a W is a W (?).

Alright but screw theorizing that's for insane people. Let's go for character analysis, because the fact that MonoTV has become a genuinely interesting creature to study is possibly even wilder than the XF-Ture Tech name drop.

Now, a lot of what we hear character wise is similar to stuff we heard in MonoTV's previous character building moment; CH2 EP3.

MonoTV: Does a toaster know why it toasts? Does a calculator know why it adds and subtracts? They are simply machines that do their job without needing to understand why. To that end, I don't know who made this TV show and why. All I do is carry out the directives programmed into me.

MonoTV: I have no conscience, no sense of morality, no will at all. I am merely a robot, subject to the laws of my code. I have no choice but to perform the actions that my creator dictated I must. [...] All the decisions I make were already decided by whatever entity created me, because I am a robot.

It's stated in a much more melancholic tone, given the music in the background, the sprite pose, and the generally less silly "default personality," but it's nothing really new. MonoTV is a machine, it follows programming.

Except.

MonoTV: Even if I feel pain or guilt, I cannot stop. That is the fate that I have, to make others suffer. And there is no diverging from that fate.

Hey MonoTV what the fuck does this mean.

"Even if I feel pain or guilt"? Instead of "I can't feel pain or guilt"? The choice of wording here is very interesting, because it seems to imply that MonoTV does feel pain and guilt over the killing game, regardless of how impossible that should be. The "fate" drop is pretty huge for thematic reasons, as I'm sure you're aware; Teruko explains her own feelings about it in the rest of the scene, there's Xander's speech to Teruko before he attempted to stab her, Ace talking about how he was too much of a coward to fight his fate, Arei actually defying a similar fate in a way, David with the LGI lyrics, Whit and J and Rose and so many other people, all interconnected by this damn concept. I think it'd be fine if this is all we hear about MonoTV in relation to it, but there's definitely fun parallels to explore regardless.

Given how little we have of these particular character details so far, there's not much I can say about it other than I love the concept of an AI being forced to do something it doesn't "want" to because of code, and I'm interested to see if MonoTV will act differently in the future. It's supposed to reset to its previous personality in the full reset, I imagine, but it's not like we can just ignore all the shit it said here. I'm very curious to see where dev takes this.

That said, I also wanted to point out how this vague allusion to feeling pain and guilt and possibly hopelessness against fate aren't the only feelings MonoTV exhibits. Because for some unfathomable reason, it seems to care about Teruko to an extent?

MonoTV: Is something the matter, Teruko? Everyone else has already left.

Like, maybe I'm misreading because the personality change is fucking with me, but this feels like a concern more genuine than I would expect from pre-2-16 MonoTV. And...

MonoTV: You have to decide the answer for yourself.

This, along with the little speech about Teruko's humanity that precedes it, again comes off as MonoTV genuinely trying to help her through her emotions. I don't see how this correlates with its purpose, unless it somehow "believes" that giving Teruko advice on this will somehow lead to Teruko killing someone or something to that effect, which makes no sense.

If it doesn't help kill the participants, isn't necessary for the killing game, and doesn't make MonoTV seem like a villain, then it's not related to any of its purposes. It isn't code making MonoTV say this things. It's MonoTV's... consciousness? I guess? It's very, very interesting.

I am genuinely super interested in where dev is taking MonoTV, and if you told me that was a sentence I would unironically type before this episode, I would have called you insane. The writing in this series is genuinely immaculate, I can't believe we're getting genuine basis for MonoTV angst and it's compelling. Dev does it again!

Thanks for the ask, this was fun to ramble about!

[suddencolds]

a personal milestone 🥳 + author's note

i finally made it 😭 (there is probably another 10k sitting in my drafts, but i have always tracked word count for this project as a sum of already-published installments)

also a (somewhat long) journal entry below:

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This has been the main project in my life for almost two years, now (I started writing on 1.26.2023). It's my first proper attempt at a novel, and it's one of my first times ever posting original work anywhere 😭

It's hard to say how I feel now, perhaps because I feel too much.

Where to go from here? I considered dropping the series entirely before I hit the milestone because I was very tired. In a way, I felt like I had said everything I wanted to say. But I think I also love this series a lot more than I can properly verbalize.

To be completely honest, writing this series was so lonely. To work for so long on something that I could not show to nearly anyone irl (not family, not close friends, not peers, not strangers I met who I talked to about art); to spend hundreds of hours on something that I could only ever post to a small subset of people... all of that was very lonely. I'm sure other creatives have felt this way too.

And at the same time, hearing what people on snzblr thought became probably the most potent source of happiness in my life (is that pathetic? Maybe so.) I don't think this project was self-sustaining at all; I think to some extent, I wrote it because I wanted to hear people tell me that they liked it. I realize this is a terrible and unsustainable reason to create art, but that's the truth.

On some level, though, I kept writing because I loved Y+V. They've been at the forefront at my life for almost two years now 😭 I spent a long time teaching myself how to write them, and a lot of the themes & choices in the series are quite personal. Embarrassingly, I still want to talk about Y+V all the time.

When I posted to ask if I could send my unfinished/unpolished WIPs, some people reached out to offer to read them... and then I never sent anything over to anyone. I think a part of me could not get it through my head that people would be willing to read something completely unpolished, because... well, frankly, a lot of my drafts are just pretty unreadable; I typically only post things that I have already cleaned up. More importantly, I felt like sending my drafts to people—even people who had given me explicit permission to send them!—was selfish and troublesome.

On some level, I also felt the same about asking others to brainstorm with me: I felt like I was asking them a favor which I did not know how to pay back. Perhaps this is just another way in which I have been cruel/uncharitable to myself, but I never imagined people enjoying receiving my drafts. I could never convince myself that for those people, giving feedback/discussing ideas might not actually be a chore. I was always scared to make writing less of a lonely process because I could only think about how easy it would be for me to ask too much.

This is probably the most honest I've been about this particular subject 😭 I am not good at gauging what constitutes 'too much.' I feel like I can get carried away when someone expresses interest, so I try to preemptively position myself as someone who does not impinge on others... I think that even outside of this series, I have defaulted to this pattern of trying to give and trying not to ask. In that particular sense, I am perhaps to blame for my own loneliness.

Anyways! Recently, I've gone back to (tentatively) writing after months of not writing. I'm not sure if I will post another installment here (maybe if the drafts are 'good enough', I will?), but it's nice to write without worrying so much that what I am writing needs to be publishable/presentable.

If you have ever left tags/comments on my work, and you are reading this, I am grateful beyond words to you for keeping me company + for making me feel like what I was spending so much time on was a little more meaningful :') I always go back to reread them when I'm in need of encouragement. Thank you sincerely for the happiness. ❤️

[elderwisp]

Outfit Breakdown:

Here's a look into everyone's outfits and makeup! I might break down these scenes in the future as some of them will be incredibly relevant to certain arcs.

✩ Starting with Dan, I wanted to go with a really laidback attire. Dan is seen in a pair of vans, a cropped tank top and loosely styled hair. However! Since she is hosting, she threw on a tie and some slacks to look presentable. Meanwhile with the the makeup, I opted for a 60s style eyeshadow and eyeliner combo, I felt like it brought a lot of attention to the eyes, something I'm sure Ares could appreciate. As for Kai, I kept the green color scheme as I resonate that color with him. His cross is seen loosely around the neck with a nice button up opened just enough to show his chest. As for his makeup, there was some flecks of blue and green sparkles as well as two lines of blue and green intertwined. That was more of a symbolism of him and Atlas being two threads connected. After his evening with Alex, the colors blend to a teal until finally he rubs it all off before his conversation with Taryn.

✩ Gum and Syx's hair colors feel complimentary to one another as one is pastel pink while the other is a pastel blue. Gum really speaks through her clothing as she feels most confident in alternative attire. Meanwhile, Syx dresses in much more pastel clothing, she really likes to show off her fit figure. Gabriel (looks v pretty here btw) came in a comfortable streetwear attire. He likes to save a lot of the flashier outfits for gigs and bar hoping but is typically seen in casual yet stylish clothing. Ares on the other hand came in a very sleek outfit as well as some chromatic eyeshadow to match. Too bad those pockets didn't hold a lighter in there.

✩ BOOF! I opted for warmer colors for Icarus, picking a comfy leather jacket and some broken in jeans. I wanted it to feel down to earth and inviting. Meanwhile for Frances, there were a lot of textures in their clothing as well as sparkles reminiscent of tears on their eyes. Their whole scene in this arc did not go as planned, originally there was supposed to be a misunderstanding and while at the time it worked (their kiss at the arcade wasn't cannon at that point) the more I read it, I was like this doesn't suit them in the state that they're in. I love the way things played out, the more it sat with me, the more bittersweet things felt and I just knew I made the right choice. Icarus throughout the scene tried to help ground Frances in the present whereas Frances felt incredibly overwhelmed by the distress of it all. So I really wanted to reflect that through their clothing.

✩ Ah, hello Rowan. There's a lot of symbolism to Rowan's attire. I'll probably touch base on it more in the future but some key items! He has not kept up with bleaching his hair that stark white he's normally seen with. His charcoal eyeshadow with the two lines intensified his eyes while his clothes had a bit of a mesmerizing patter to it. He understands how to use his appearance to pull people in. Meanwhile, Atlas's was what I like to call fashionably disheveled, his eyes covered in messily applied eyeshadow and glitter. His shirt had pins as if it was barely holding together the seams, sorta reminiscent of his mental state. Seeing Rowan definitely added to that. We probably won't see Atlas for a while as I'm sure he has plenty to think about. Putting the two together, they're incredibly similar with the pallets and patterns chosen. If Taryn and Atlas are two separate, parallel lines, Rowan and Atlas are two people sitting on the opposite side of the same line.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hello

I hope your day is going well and you are in a flow of creative inspiration 🍀

I want to ask you to write something from the NSFW alphabet for Noe from vnc: A = Aftercare, D = Dirty Secret, E = Experience, I = Intimacy, N = NO, P = Pace and V = Volume

I hope I didn't choose too many letters. You can skip letters that you are not comfortable working with. Have a nice day and don't forget to rest

NSFW Alphabet

A = AFTERCARE (What they’re like after sex)

Noé is a very sweet, compassionate young man, and that translates into his love life. He wants to make sure that his lover is taken care of. Giving them a cuddle. Making sure they are comfortable. They could literally ask him for a croissant and he would dash off into the night to find a late night bakery to find them one. He just wants them to be comfortable & happy.

D = DIRTY SECRET (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes short skirts. They are very rare, given the time and fashion, but the few times he does get to see one he becomes bright red and nearly unable to contain himself.

E = EXPERIENCE (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Limited. Non-existent really. He’s been isolated his whole life, except for Domi and Louis, so the opportunity to be involved sexually has not been one allotted to him. In fact, his only real experience is some harmless experimentation with Domi & Louis. He’s eager to learn though.

I = INTIMACY (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Incredibly intimate. Though eager to learn, Noé wouldn’t get involved with anyone sexually who he didn’t have an emotionally intimate relationship with. He believes in making love. Not having sex. He’s very intimate and passionate during sex as well. A lot of ‘I love yous’, ‘you’re beautiful’, ‘be mines’ in the dark.

J = JACK OFF (Masturbation headcanon)

He does but he’s very embarrassed about it. Doesn’t really do it much anymore since he shares a room with Vanitas. Noé just feels it’s rude to do that with someone so close by.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Dubious consent, of any kind. Even play acting. This has become more of a hard line with the Malnomen and seeing people lose their will. Also pet play? He’ll just think of Murr.

P = PACE (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual. He wants to take his time. Do it right. He’s also learning, so he wants to take every moment to experience this. Be in the moment with his partner. Who knows how much time they’ll have together, so every moment in each other’s arms counts.

V = VOLUME (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Fairly quiet. He wants to be considerate of others. W = WILD CARD (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Noé lost his virginity to Domi. It’s why she’s so possessive of him. Though he doesn’t devalue the moment they shared together and the connection, in his heart Domi and he will never be more than friends. Maybe friends who fuck from time to time.

[austinslounge]

I don’t know how you can be an Austin fan and said you’d prefer he be with Vanessa again, someone who multiple people have said was not nice to him in public/around other people. There’s a reason Ashley Tisdale “chose” him. Baby V is problematic for more than just that too and would be an embarrassing publicity nightmare for him if they were still together to this day. If people think Kaia has tarnished his image, what little she’s done is nothing compared to what the other woman would’ve done.

I don’t like him with Kaia but spoiled nepo baby or someone that’s been mean to him in public on multiple occasions, is buddy buddy with foreign dictators, was selfish about COVID-19 deaths and defends Hollywood predators like Woody Allen? I choose the spoiled nepo baby any day if those are the only two options. The enemy of your enemy is not always your friend.

He’s nice about her publicly because he’s the bigger person and doesn’t want drama. That’s his choice, but fans can make their own and it’s not just Kaustin shippers that don’t like her. I don’t like either of them and don’t understand Austin fans who feel the need to defend her. Fuck her. I’m glad Austin went to Australia and never looked back.

You're entitled to your own opinion, as are others on here.

I just want to clarify something though.

I never said that I was a huge fan of Vanessa, or that she was the best person for Austin. I'm very well aware of some of the problematic things she's done (and said) in the past.

What I was saying was that from the outside looking in, I'd rather take what Austin and Vanessa's relationship looked like, vs what we know and see of Austin and Kaia's relationship, any day of the week!

Do I think Vanessa is/was perfect? Hell no! But you can tell that she genuinely loved Austin to pieces, and you can't change the fact that Austin loved her deeply as well. You can just look at pictures of them and tell that they loved each other.

Vanessa was also there for Austin during one of the toughest moments of his life, and helped to take care of his sick mom in their own house. I don't care what you say about someone, that's pretty huge.

And these reports of Vanessa being mean to Austin 3 times in almost 10 years? 🥴 First of all, how do we even know these rumors are true? The internet says a whole bunch of stuff.

I can only go by what I see. I can't go by what I haven't seen. That's not to say that these things didn't happen, all I'm saying is that I can only go by what I have actually seen. From all of the photos and video footage that I've seen of Austin and Vanessa in nearly a decade together, I've never seen her treating him "meanly". She always looked super happy with him -- almost deliriously happy rofl 😂

I also look at what Austin said himself about V, not just during their their relationship, but after their breakup. I also look at how he still followed her long after their breakup... even after she stopped following him. If she had been as horrible to him as some shippers now are trying to spin, why on earth was he with that woman for nearly 10 years, and why on earth was he still following her after their breakup?

Wrt to Ashley and Vanessa -- Did it ever occur to you that maybe it was Vanessa who cut friendship ties with Ashley because she and Austin are still close? Maybe it was Vanessa who couldn't handle that. Maybe it caused a rift because Austin is like Ashley's little brother and she's known him the longest, and Vanessa couldn't handle that.

We really don't know all the facts.

All I can go by is what I see. And what I see with my own eyes with how Austin and Kaia are with each other is not a good feeling at all.

Plus, let's not try to sit here and act like Kaia is miss perfect. She's done and said some problematic things herself. Also, the whole kissing other people while in a relationship with someone else doesn't really sit well with me. And I'm sorry, but the way Austin doesn't even look/seem comfortable or himself with her speaks volumes to me.

But hey, to each his/her own.

[sharpen-your-hatchet]

Take My Nirvana - Judy x FemV [Chapter 12]

Desc: It's been over a year since V left Night City with the Aldecaldos. With Judy by her side, V's come to quite enjoy the "quiet life" that many of her past cohorts talked down upon. She's finished her merc life, and that suits her just fine. Unfortunately, even with 1000 miles between her and Night City - The merc life doesn't seem quite finished with her.

Rating: Mature Current Word Count: 40,112

Read on AO3: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12

Or, you can read the chapter below! :

Travelling - as it turns out - is by far the smartest move they’ve could’ve made. 

It’s been two days. Not a long time by any means, but long enough for a very sobering reality to take hold. It’s been tense - exhaustingly so. Hours and hours of driving, trying to keep up the ruse of normality, whilst all knowing what eventually awaits beyond that long horizon.

V, Judy, and the Aldecaldos have remained relatively fine, but that’s not without a few hiccups at first: the first couple county and state border crossings feeling just a little too long; some allies asking a few too many questions. It’s hard to say what’s suspicion and what’s just general caution but it’s all felt a little too coincidental. There’s been no major news regarding Arasaka or V’s actions at the apartment building (seeing as murder is an everyday reality), but without a doubt, there are whisperings in the networks, and they’re pulsing from Seattle like a wave.

Fortunately, as the miles drag on and the distance from Washington state grows, it starts to feel a little less insane. The Aldelcados work their contacts, and they know the roads like it’s the blood in their veins, and whilst it feels dicey, it never feels unsafe. 

And safety is the key right now.

But it does feel like something is dawning; like whatever they are riding towards is something definitive. Whether that’s for them all or just V herself, V can’t really tell. All she knows is her trigger finger is itchy and she’s ready for anything. She sits, tucked into the back of one of the truck cabs, eye sharp on the road ahead. Everyone’s on the lookout but her especially. She and Judy told Panam immediately about the Arasaka agents, and though it felt right at the time, it now just feels like they added extra tension where it didn’t need to be…. But would lying be any better? 

V’s not so sure. All she knows is it’s made them all keep their heads on a swivel. She sort of wishes this wasn’t the reality, but she also knows Panam and the Aldecaldos are her family - they made this choice for her, and they will continue to do so over and over. Hopefully they won’t come to regret that. 

V drags herself from her musing. She’s had a lot of time to be in her own head the last few days, and it’s doing her no good at all. She hates having too much time to think. Unfortunately, there’s not really a whole lot else to do when you’re trapped in a truck for hours on end with nothing but the road ahead. So between the occasional radio station they can barely tune into, V’s been stuck with either musing over bloodshed, musing over her friends and loved ones, or musing over just how the fuck they got here again… Suffice to say, it’s not been particularly thrilling. These thoughts don’t plague her during their pitstops when she gets to see Judy, or Panam, or hell even someone like Mitch. It’s the silence that does it.

Now, she could speak to whoever’s driving her; break the silence herself. V’s not exactly shy about new people, after all, and her current driver - Ellie - seems nice enough…But whenever she looks at them, V’s suddenly not in the mood for chatting beyond updates of their location. She’s pretty sure they can sense it too. Oh well, it’s probably not the best time for making new friends, anyway. V pulls the burner phone out of her pocket. She unlocks the screen, hoping there’ll be something there so she can focus on something - anything - else. 

She is quickly disappointed. 

Ugh, gettin’ fuckin’ tired of waitin’ 

It’s been 18 hours since she last heard from Alt. She’s been especially quiet, providing less of the same menial updates, or informing V about her progress… There’s nothing concrete; nothing solid. It’s annoying as shit. What is intriguing, though, is that when Alt has texted recently, she sounds almost frustrated at times? Like she is annoyed at the difficulty of her task. Quite obviously she does not like this new “Arasaka programming language”. V doesn’t understand much of it, but Carol lets on that it’s basically like a human trying to brute force their way into speaking Spanish with no cyberware after speaking English their whole lives. The frustration is understandable in that case, but it’s intriguing that Alt seems to think herself above human emotion. She’s so clearly displeased but seems so adamant there is nothing human left of her... Alas, it’s another thing V’s probably best off not thinking about. All she needs from Alt is information, and once that information is hers, Alt’s served her purpose. V just wishes she’d hurry the fuck up. 

V tucks the phone back into her pocket. She stretches, and sighs, sliding down the seat to a more comfortable position. There’s a few minutes of silence until the radio mercifully picks up a signal and lets out a gentle lul of country music. It’s dull but better than nothing. “Long until we get to our stop?” She asks. 

Ellie’s hands flex on the wheel. She smiles, replying, “Maybe 15 minutes. We’ve made good time.” 

“Sidney, right? That where we’re stoppin’?” 

Ellie shakes her head, “Grand Prairie, but we will set up camp north of the Yellowstone river. Sidney is our back up in case there’s too much corpo heat.” 

V nods. Grand Prairie is a good place to stop - relatively peaceful, good options to trading goods if they need. With two days of travel under their belts, it’s about time they stop and grab a few supplies, before they enter North Dakota. It’s far less friendly there, especially for Nomads. Mind you, V wouldn’t mind that… A few bodies to drop wouldn’t do any harm. 

She and Ellie fall back into silence. 

Not much time later, they come upon the small clearing where a few other trucks have already arrived. It’s rather pretty, with the river and town expanding out to the south. They definitely chose the right place to make a pit stop - it actually feels relatively normal and calm here. V spots Panam’s truck sitting at the front, engine running but unmoving. The other nomad trucks sit idle also with not a single soul having moved from their seats. It’s unusual. Typically they arrive, and the second they pull to a stop, there’s a whole gaggle of people pulling together a camp. For some reason, that’s not happening. 

V cranes her neck upwards to peer around the small sea of vehicles. “Mitch just sent out a message. There are some other nomads holding us up,” Ellie informs.

Another nomad crew? That’s odd. Nomads aren’t always keen to run the same routes, especially around these parts. V’s danger senses start to tick. “Another Aldecaldo branch?” 

“No…” Ellie sighs. “They’re claiming they are Snake Nation.” 

“So, could be anyone?” 

Ellie slumps back against her seat, “Exactly. Snake Nation allows just about anyone to join their ranks, as long as they’re nomads.” 

V’s bored of this already. Her ass is numb and she hates waiting around. Ellie protests, but V opens the truck door and clambers out. The other Aldecaldos stare at her as she snakes between the various trucks but V’s far beyond the point of caring about looks and glances. She needs to know what’s going on. V paces quickly to the front of the pack, only to find Panam stood alone, talking - arguing more like it - with a man clad in Snake Nation leather. 

V leans against Panam’s truck just out of sight. She’s not planning to interrupt… Yet. 

“-And as I have already told you, we are making a run to Chicago. I don’t know a single thing about whoever you are talking about,” Panam’s voice is heated, her tone flaring in that stubborn way it does when she’s clearly not being listened to. 

“Listen here girly,” comes the gruff, arrogant voice of the other nomad. “There is no way in Hell you don’t have any information.” 

“Who do you think I am?!” 

“Someone who is pretty good friends with a person of interest that our client would love some information on.” 

Oh fuckin’ Christ. Seriously?! 

Well now it’s personal. It’s not enough for Arasaka to directly send agents, they’re now pressing the other nations to turn on the Aldecaldos?   That’s some low fucking blow. V’s blood boils, hearing the Snake Nation member refer to them as “clients”. They’re not clients, they’re parasites. What could Arasaka have possibly offered them to make them do this? It’s bullshit.

V’s hand rests on her gun. She should do something - there’s no way this guy can be trusted. She goes to take a step out into the open, but a message pops up on her holo that gives her impulsivity a slap.

[Mitch: V I can see you. Do not go out there.]

V glares at the message, eyes then darting to the trucks around her. She can’t see Mitch, but he can certainly see her. He’s right. She hates that he’s right. It would be so much easier to just pop a bullet in that Snake Nation guys head… 

Alas, Panam’s got her own plans. “Good friends? I have not seen that traitor since they ran off after my clan gave blood, sweat, and tears to help them survive,” She grits out. 

Now that’s one hell of a bold lie. 

V peers through the windows of the truck. The Snake Nation member sucks on his teeth, his expression frustrated. He cocks his head back towards the smaller gaggle of trucks behind him. “Are you trying to tell me that my guys received false information?” 

The rumble of engines grows as more and more Aldecaldo vehicles pull up to the clearing. There’s a distinct crowd of them now, way outnumbering the pitiful group of Snake Nation that have caused this blockade. Panam turns back, watching the sea of Aldecaldos staring back at her with questioning looks. “I cannot tell you what information you received… But you can tell my family why they’re being held up, if you would like?” Her tone is pointed now, and seems to catch the Snake Nation member off guard. 

He looks over to the Aldecaldos, expression faltering slightly. He takes a step back. For a moment it looks like he considers holding strong, but he throws his hands up with a huff and walks back to his truck without another word. Panam watches him, arms crossed. In a symphony of engine rumble, the Snake Nation posse file out of the area, quickly speeding off towards the north. There’s some tree cover so it’s hard to see them disappear, but the noise of their engine slowly fades beneath the grumble of the Aldecaldo’s own trucks. Then, and only then, does Panam give the signal for everyone to make a move. 

As she walks back to her own vehicle, Panam spots V. She looks exasperated, but still offers V a nod - A silent acknowledgement of their creed to have eachother’s backs. V’s nods back, quietly grateful, but can only hope this doesn’t come back to bite them in the ass later. The stakes are already high as it is… 

But for now, they’ve got their camp site and it’s time to unpack. 

X-x-x-x-x-x

Hours have passed. 

The camp has long since been set up; food has been cooked, songs have been sung, and a surprising merry sentiment has settled amongst the camp considering the prior tension. 

V and Judy are in their tent. They’re taking a break following a brief meeting with Panam to discuss where they’re headed after this stop, and how to deal with further potential issues regarding other clans. Potential trouble with police they expected; Arasaka and other corporations too… But other clans specifically (especially this far out of Washington) is a bit of a surprise. 

Panam doesn’t seem all too stressed over it, all things considered. Frustrated, yes - but certainly not ready to lose sleep over it. Whilst previous Aldecaldo leadership tried to ally with any source of income possible and tried to prevent rocking the boat, Panam’s more about being amicable and telling them to kick rocks when things turn to shit. It makes them more independent that way, and right now, that’s for the better. If the other clans don’t have their back then they’ll make their own way. 

It makes V’s conscience less loaded, that’s for certain. 

And for now it’s peaceful so there’s a moment for rest. 

She curls up around Judy’s form, humming softly into the homely scent of her shirt. Judy reaches back and tucks her hand around V’s thigh. “Been a long day, hm? I thought that drive would never end.” 

“Always a long day if I can’t shoot somethin’ or see your face, Jude.” 

Judy laughs softly. “That’s your priority, amor ?! Shootin’ then me?!”

V snakes her hands around Judy’s stomach and pulls her closer. She presses a kiss to Judy’s neck, just above the hem of her shirt, as she then lowers her voice to something breathy and warm. “‘Course,” she replies. “I’ll always be focusin’ on you but gotta make sure it’s safe first.” 

Another laugh. For all the deep seated anger that runs through V’s veins that has kept her motivated the last few days, it becomes almost easy to ignore in moments like this. The sound of Judy’s laugh feels like sunshine against storm clouds. “Well when you put it like that…” Judy hums in response. She pulls free of V’s grasp so she can turn over. “Guess we better get this done quick so you never have to look away.” 

“Oh I’ll make sure to murder e’rybody real quick, don’t you worry.”

A third laugh, then a kiss, soft and slow. “You really know how to woo a woman, Valerie.”

They kiss again, mouths melding together, warm and sweet and yearning. Something about the last two days has ignited a fire between she and Judy, and it makes every look, every touch; every embrace feel like a guiding light that drags V back to her senses after a day of mind-numbing oblivion. Without Judy, V’s unsure whether she’d find herself each night after a whole day of staring off into the distance and daydreaming of the awful, terrible things that will take place once she steps foot in Arasaka’s base of operations. She finds it’s hard to crave violence when the other thing she craves most is right in front of her. 

And crave she does. 

Judy’s hand is clutching at V’s shirt, pulling her closer. Lips meet, kiss, trail down jaws and nip gently at soft skin. There’s intense gazes and gentle smiles; amorous looks that tell a thousand different words. 

You’re mine.

I will protect you.

I love you.

It all feels a bit dramatic but… It is dramatic. Their lives are on the line here. V wants Judy to know every step of this march towards Hell that nothing will ever come between them. Sometimes the words are hard, but there’s always actions. There’s always this - what they’re doing right now. 

After a moment Judy pulls back. Her eyes have grown dark and she’s looking at V in a way that says they’ll be getting some eyerolls from the other Aldecaldos come morning. She brings a hand to cup V’s jaw. “Hey, mind grabbin’ me some water ‘fore we keep going?” 

Her smile is sweet; coy. It’s a cheeky request, but V can find the humour in it, despite the ache between her legs that has grown since they laid in bed together. “Damn,” she says with a smirk. “Makin’ me work for it?” Judy simply offers her a teasing look. V’s not one to argue right now so she concedes, pressing a kiss to Judy’s cheek before clambering out of their shared cot. She grabs a water canteen from their bags, and trails out into the campsite. It’s dusk now, and across the river Grand Prairie begins to light up as the day disappears beyond the horizon. A few of the Aldecaldos have made the journey into the city. Panam’s gone with them, hoping to trade goods and information. Though the corp influence is a lot lower here, V and Judy have decidedly stayed behind - it’s just safer that way. V doesn’t mind, especially in moments like these. She does somewhat miss the buzz of the city, especially after just getting used to it again back in Seattle, but they can’t risk anything right now. Besides, with her itchy trigger finger, no doubt she’d end up putting a bullet in someone’s head just for looking at her the wrong way. That’s heat they can’t afford. 

The only heat V wants right now is the warmth of Judy’s touch. 

V keeps her eyes on the neon glow as she quickly ambles over to the water truck. It’s tucked away from most of the other parts of the camp - owing to the fact this truck also feeds the showers, and a little bit of privacy means a lot in times like this. She approaches the water spout, fidgeting slightly with the tap until it finally relents. Water pours into the canteen. 

“Don’t move another fucking muscle.” A gruff voice emanates from the shower side of the water truck. 

You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ 

V reaches for her pistol, her hand pulling into a fist when it clasps at empty space. Shit. It’s back in the tent. A man - the same Snake Nation idiot from earlier - rounds the corner of the truck armed with a knife. He cocks his head towards the layer of trees that serve as a boundary for the camp area. “I knew Panam was lying,” He says with a cocky smile. “Into the trees. Now.”  

V does not have time for this. “So you can fuckin’ kidnap me? Not happenin’.”

He points the blade towards V’s throat. Now, if this had happened maybe a week or so ago, V might’ve been a little intimidated… But it’s not a week ago, and V is no longer in the business of humouring such gonk behaviour. This is perhaps one of the dumbest things she’s witnessed in the last few months, and she’s the one who got tricked by an Arasaka AI. She stares him down, expression unfaltering.

He goes to jam the knife further and V simply steps back. If this was an attempt to be scary it is failing miserably. She smirks at his weak attempt and apparently, this was not the reaction he wanted, because he then lunges forward, arm whipping backwards to swing the knife in V’s direction. It’s almost funny how poor this kidnapping attempt is - this guy has no idea who he’s dealing with. Hell, V bets his “client” didn’t tell him a damn thing, and Snake Nation is nowhere near organised enough to give him a heads up. V doesn’t even try to be tactical about it. She grabs the knife blade mid air, hissing only a little bit as metal gashes into her hand. It hurts but the blade is barely sharp and the hand isn’t organic to begin with so the damage is of little consequence. 

The Snake Nation nomad looks at her like she’s crazy. In fact, he seems stunned. V twists the knife out of his hands and chucks it aside. She makes a quick scan of the treeline and spots a number of life signs lurking in the greenery… But no sign of guns, oddly enough. An odd choice. A stupid one. 

“Dunno what kind of gonk fuckin’ plan you made, but you made two very big mistakes,” V says flatly.  

The man continues to look at her silently. 

“A, you brought a knife to a me fight,” V continues, as she looks down at her hand and gently pinches together the realskinn that’s flayed around the wound. “B, you clearly jumped at the opportunity for some quick eddies without realisin’ who you’re fuckin’ with.” 

He remains silent.

V lowers her voice, “ Do you know who you’re fuckin’ with?” 

There’s again, no response. He’s no kidnapper - he’s just an idiot with an ego. A shame not all nomads can be well trained or intelligent like The Aldecaldos are. V steps back towards him. Her hand comes to his throat faster than he can respond, and she begins to squeeze on his windpipe just enough that he starts to gasp. His hands try to pull her off, but there’s no stopping a mechanical hand once it’s got a grip. V feels a sadistic little smile pull onto her lips. She just can’t help herself. “I’m the merc who took down Arasaka in NC,” She says with an intentional slowness. “So if you wanna keep tryin’ that’s on you, but your group of leadheads ain’t gonna win.” 

A fear grows in the man’s eyes. It seems to finally dawn on him that he’s been sent on a suicide mission. “You’re the crazy bitch who did that?!” He chokes out. He begins scrambling to get away. 

Crazy? No. V knows what crazy is. She’s not crazy. She’s just some motherfucker who was done with the shit; who did what she had to… And now she’s in the exact same position again. She won’t let anyone get in the way of her life. “‘Course, why else would your client want me so bad?” 

“Fuck I didn’t know, I swear.” 

V cocks her head to the side. “So you gonna leave the Aldecaldos alone?” 

His face is starting to lose colour now. He nods, growing more and more desperate for breath. 

“Preem.” V pushes him to the ground. With a splutter of breath, he quickly gathers himself and scuttles away into the trees. V watches him run. He’s lucky to just be a clueless gonk. Had V felt any actual threat, she wouldn’t have thought twice over lodging his own knife between his shoulder blades. Alas, her hatred is better directed at the root cause and not the idiots they try to hire… But maybe if they show up a third time, she won’t be so forgiving. Fortunately, the whole encounter is over in less than a couple minutes. It’s a small blip if anything - nothing that makes V overly concerned. In fact, all she’s left with is a slightly elevated heart rate and a mild disappointment that it couldn’t have been a little more exciting.

V turns her attention back to the canteen she had dropped to the floor. The water faucet is still dripping onto the ground. 

Shit. What a waste.  

She picks it up and quickly refills the container. Hopefully with it being dark, no one will catch the wastage. She glances back over to the treeline and is glad to see the life signs trailing away one by one. It would’ve been more fun to tear through them but it’s perhaps for the best she doesn’t need to explain why there’s a stack of bodies on the perimeter of their campsite. 

V takes a second to breathe then makes her way back to the main area of the camp. Of the remaining Aldecaldos who are still there, none of them seem aware of the altercation, and are quite merrily sharing a drink and song around the campfire. V offers them a wave as she passes, acting none the wiser. She was just grabbing a drink of water and nothing more. No need to make any sort of fuss. 

“Hey, sorry it took a minute,” V offers immediately as she enters her and Judy’s tent. She holds her wounded hand up as she hands over the canteen, “Never knew water trucks could attack like that.” 

“Shit babe, what happened?” Judy coos. She immediately tugs V back into bed, holding the damaged hand up to her face to take a closer look. Fortunately by this point the realskinn has begun to fuse back together so it doesn’t look so jarring - and certainly no longer looks like a blade ran through it.  

“Faucet was stuck. I fixed it.” 

Judy raises a brow, laughing slightly as she does, “Maintenance is not your forté, calabacita.”She places a gentle kiss just below the damaged realskinn, before she takes the water canteen and takes a grateful drink. Once she’s had her fill she uses her grip on V’s arm to pull her closer, back into her gentle embrace. V hums, letting herself be led, pressing a kiss to Judy’s wetted lips. 

“Let’s take your mind off it, hm?” Judy purrs against V’s mouth. Little does she know the extended meaning, but V’s not about to explain when Judy closes the gap again, capturing V’s lips eagerly as her hand snakes to V’s jaw. V’s lost in it instantly, stray thoughts of the altercation lost to a buzz of pleasure and bliss. Maybe one day she’ll tell Judy, but for now she just wants to get back to enjoying what little privacy they can afford. And of course, Judy herself is nothing but happy to get back to business. They kiss with intensity, as their hands begin to wander over and under clothing. Judy pulls V closer and closer still, until she hooks her leg over and straddles either side of V’s hips. That’s when her hands come to either side of V’s neck. Commanding yet gentle, Judy leads the kiss deeper, with a gentle bite of V’s lower lip giving way to her tongue lapping at the inside of V’s mouth. 

By now, Judy’s grinding against V’s core. Being clothed, it achieves little, but it’s mesmerising and intoxicating to watch all the same. V can’t believe Judy is hers - that she gets the pleasure of getting to watch, and love, and protect someone like her. V would storm Arasaka 10 times over. It’s not an active thought of hers right now, but it passes through her mind as Judy’s hands grow ever more teasing. 

It is a shame that fate just loves to fuck with them. Judy is tugging at the hem of V’s shirt, and V is more than happy to oblige. The article is removed and the cool air tingles against her exposed skin, not helped by the contrast of Judy’s warm hands against her stomach. But just as Judy leans back in, an unfortunately familiar jingle emanates from V’s pocket. 

The custom message tone for Alt’s communications. 

The one thing that - under their specific circumstances - V cannot ignore… But it’s not just one message. It’s two, then three; four in quick succession. Each pinging through with their own pointed noise. 

They both freeze, chests heaving. Judy mumbles a curse. This is perhaps the worst possible timing but despite the frustration being palpable, V has to look; needs to look, even. One hand cups Judy’s cheek in an apologetic gesture as the other reaches for the phone in her pocket. With 24 hours of no news, this better be pretty fucking important. 

V drags her eyes down to the screen. 

She spots the preview of the first message. Her heart practically stops in her chest. 

[Alt: I have located Arasaka.]

Oh shit.

[violetmuses]

On Your Mind - Bucky Barnes

TITLE: “On Your Mind” || Bucky Barnes 

FANDOM: Marvel - The Falcon and The Winter Soldier 

CHARACTER: James “Bucky” Barnes 

MAIN PAIRING: James “Bucky” Barnes + Female Reader 

MAIN STORYLINE: You catch Bucky’s eye…. 

Author’s Note: Hey! Feedback would be greatly appreciated and thanks so much for reading my work as always. - V.  💜

Main Masterlist

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2024

It’s too early for Bucky to visit Delacroix again, but sunlight reminds him of the small fishing town in Louisiana. 

Instead, he’s kept these New York windows open now, trying to remember good times with Sam’s family. With therapy over, there’s not much else to do, especially since he retired from service. 

For the millionth time, he walks to the nearest coffee shop out of boredom, opening that front door with his bare right hand and walking inside.  

Folks here still assume that his leftward metal arm is just some highly-advanced prosthetic gifted from the military. 

He orders black coffee and corners by a window seat, just people-watching. Beyond the glass window, pedestrians move up or down the sidewalk. Personal cars or taxi cabs honk horns. Blasting music plays in all directions, echoing time and again. 

Out of nowhere, the door jingles, signaling another customer. Bucky continues sipping the coffee and doesn’t care much until he glances across this space, quietly seeing you. 

He can’t exactly see your face as you stand in line to order a beverage, but your laughter catches his attention almost immediately. 

You sound joyful and light, chatting with the barista like a good friend rather than one stranger behind that cash register. 

“Thanks.” You settle down those chuckles and head towards one of the last empty tables found here. 

Now, You’re close to Bucky without entirely invading his own space. At least you’re kind enough not to bother other people. 

You’re so pretty. Buck thinks to himself. 

You enjoy your beverage alone, but take out one paperback novel that he’s never heard of before. The cover reminds him of Crime Fiction though and its image vaguely shows a federal building. 

“Excuse me?” Bucky finally stands from his window seat and walks towards your space once you’ve set down the beverage. 

You look up, almost immediately recognizing him. Everyone remembers what happened not long ago, especially considering how Flash Smashers perished. 

“Sergeant Barnes? Hello.” You greet him out of respect and put your book down. 

“Please call me Bucky.” Barnes tells you, appreciating the rank, but still not wanting that reminder of his past. 

“Bucky.” You make the correction and also introduce yourself. There’s no other choice right now. 

“Hi. Is this seat taken?” Bucky tries to calm down his own nerves around you, recalling the day he met Sarah, Sam’s determined and gorgeous sister, not long ago. 

“Go ahead.” You offer, watching as Bucky sits down across from you and settles in with his own coffee. 

“New in town?” He asks, smiling towards you. 

“No, but it’s a long story.” You say. 

“The world already knows mine, what about yours?’ Bucky turns as a joke and faces one imaginary watch. 

“Very funny.” You play right back. 

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By the time you both leave that coffee shop, Bucky is laughing. Genuinely laughing for the first time in decades. You’ve found this park bench and sit beside him, continuing a light-hearted conversation. 

“You still don’t know what Netflix is?” Your jaw drops and another giggle fit starts without fail. 

“Yes. I haven’t had enough time to watch anything, though.” Bucky defends himself. 

“Just pick something.” You suggest. “That’s how it all works.” 

Moments before Bucky can respond, your phone buzzes. 

“Shit! Sorry, but I gotta go.” You look downward and furrow your brow. It’s your family, planning a backyard barbeque. 

“Everything okay?” Bucky asks, genuinely concerned as you face each other. 

“Yeah. Family plans.” You lift your cell phone and smile to reassure him. 

“Oh! It was nice meeting you. Have a good one.” Bucky calls out. 

“You too! See you around, Buck.” You gather belongings and nearly run away, but glance over one shoulder to acknowledge him.  

His heart both drops and races as you vanish from the park. 

[charlottesbookclub]

Hello there!

I'm the main from @notfoundfootage , I came here to thank you for sharing your beautiful writing with us mere mortals! Your portrayal of Alistair is so good, you and @frodoshaggins do such an excellent job with this, my little heart be damned.

What do you think Alistair thinks of a partner/friend that wants to become a vampire?

Omg think about being buried in the woods with him !!!! Cuddling under a mossy tree !!!! Like lil turtles in winter!!!!

Meanwhile Carlisle is in the background happy that Alistair found a companion but questioning their life choices 🙂👍

hi my dear!! 💖

ahhhhhhhhh thank you sooooooo much for your super sweet words!!!!!! I am blushing, giggling, kicking my feet rn like this is so nice ahhhhh 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

honestly I'm having such a good time writing him (both in his historical timeline and in the modern one ☺️) and it was genuinely such a pleasant surprise to find people here who still wanted to read stuff for him! I mean, I think there's like 3-5 of us, but everyone's enthusiasm and kindness has made it feel like such a wonderful and welcoming community! team alistair is small but mighty I guess ☺️💕

okay also I was so excited about your question that I wrote maybe a bit too much, so I'm putting my answer to that under the cut! 🥰🥰

and omg my first official tumblr alistair meta question I'm so excited!!!!!! um okay so I think that if he were with someone who wanted to become a vampire, I think initially there would be a little bit of like "wait... you want... this??" and not in an angsty or religious-guilt way à la edward (and carlisle to a lesser extent) but in more of the sense that I think alistair is very.......... conflicted on vampirism as a concept. his transformation was hugely traumatic, and (at least in my interpretation of his character/backstory, which will eventually be addressed in "king of all birds" 😈) I think he lived for quite a while in confusion about what he actually was, which likely only furthered the trauma he was already experiencing. additionally, his entire vampire life has pretty much been lived in fear and on the run from various threats (both real and imagined), so it doesn't seem like he was exactly enjoying his time as a vampire

however, I think that at his core, alistair is a very practical person, and he realizes that being a vampire is the hand he's been dealt, so he just kinda.... goes with it?? I think he also realizes that in some ways, his transformation (and the events that occurred as a result of it) saved him from a lot of complications that were piling up in his human life, so there's also a strange sense of almost gratitude that further complicates his ideas on vampirism. also, in this scenario, it was him being a vampire that led to him finding his partner/friend, so there's also some gratitude that this very long life of isolation and fear finally led to something wonderful and good

but now that I've waxed poetic on alistair's complicated thoughts on vampirism (which was also not the question you asked, so I'm very sorry for going so far off course here 😭😅) I'm going to completely agree with @frodoshaggins assessment of this situation as they lay out in their sfw headcanons post (letter W) that alistair would end up changing his partner because he couldn't imagine living without them now that he knows how happy he can be (*cue "All I've Ever Known" from Hadestown*) 🥹🥹 so in the situation where his partner actually wanted to be changed, I do think he would experience a lot less stress over it, since he would come to the conclusion that he needed to do it eventually anyway 💕

and omg yes once they are both vampires they will ABSOLUTELY be sleeping in the moss!!!!! so frickin cuuuuute 🥹🥹 or like a nice little hollow tree covered in ferns??? top tier snuggle spots for alistair and his vampire partner 🥰🥰

and lmaooooooo carlisle and all the more "human-ish" vampires being like "uhhhhhh okay I guess" I'm WEEPING 😆😆 alistair and his partner visit just like covered in little bits of moss and lichens and esme is like "carlisle they are ruining my clean house why tf did you invite them??" and carlisle is just like "sorry babe I genuinely did not think that finding a partner would make alistair more weird but here we are I guess" 😆😆

okay, now that I've written a full novel here, I'm so sorry this got so long! 😭😭 I am clearly Not Normal™️ about this man

but thank you so much again for this absolutely lovely ask, and feel free to pop back into the ol' inbox anytime, I'm always excited to talk about alistair or anything else!!!! ☺️💕🥰💖