#wow. i did not expect any of this at all.

[pixiexdusts-world]

Min Ho’s unexpected plus-one

Min Ho Moon x girlfriend!reader

Summary: Min Ho surprises his friends with a girlfriend, and they can’t believe she’s real.

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If my heart beats any faster, I might actually pass out.

I smooth down my sweater for the hundredth time as Min Ho leads me toward the table where his friends—Dae, Q, and Kitty—are sitting. They’re deep in conversation, laughing at something I can’t hear, but the moment Min Ho clears his throat, all three heads turn in our direction.

“Guys,” Min Ho says, his voice casual but confident. “This is my girlfriend.”

Three pairs of eyes widen simultaneously.

“Girlfriend?!” Kitty is the first to react, nearly choking on her drink. She looks between us with the kind of shock I imagine she’d reserve for a major K-drama plot twist. “Did I miss something? Since when do you date?”

Min Ho sighs dramatically, placing a protective arm around my waist. “You all act like I was destined to be alone forever.”

Dae, who has been quiet up until now, finally blinks out of his stunned state. “I mean… kinda?” He looks at me with an apologetic smile. “Not because there’s anything wrong with you! Just, you know, because Min Ho’s… Min Ho.”

I laugh, and Min Ho groans. “Wow. Amazing. So much faith in me.”

Q leans forward, resting his chin on his hand as he studies me. “Okay, but seriously. We need details. How did this happen?”

“Yeah, and how are you putting up with him?” Kitty chimes in, narrowing her eyes at Min Ho like she’s waiting for me to expose all his flaws.

Min Ho scoffs, pressing a hand to his chest. “You know, a normal reaction would be ‘Congratulations, Min Ho! We’re happy for you, Min Ho!’”

Dae shrugs. “We’re still processing.”

I decide to take pity on him. “Honestly, he just kind of grew on me.” I glance up at him with a teasing smile. “Like an expensive, annoyingly charming fungus.”

Kitty gasps in delight. “Oh, I love her.”

Q grins. “Yeah, she’s definitely keeping him humble.”

Dae finally smiles. “Okay, okay, I approve.” He looks at Min Ho. “But if you mess this up, you know we’re all taking her side, right?”

Min Ho sighs. “Obviously.”

I can’t help but laugh as Kitty gestures excitedly for me to sit next to her, already launching into a million questions. Min Ho might have been nervous about this introduction, but honestly? I think I just found my new favorite people.

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As the night goes on, I settle into the group’s dynamic faster than I expected. Kitty is relentless with her questions, grilling me on everything from my favorite K-drama to my most embarrassing childhood story. Q is effortlessly charming, throwing in sarcastic quips that make Min Ho roll his eyes every five minutes. Dae, despite being the most reserved, gives me reassuring smiles that make it clear he’s warming up to me.

Min Ho stays close the whole time, his arm slung casually across the back of my chair, his fingers occasionally brushing against my shoulder. It’s subtle, but I can tell he’s still a little nervous, like he needs to make sure I’m okay. It’s sweet, really.

At one point, Kitty leans over and whispers, “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this.”

“Like what?” I whisper back.

She glances at Min Ho, who’s currently bickering with Q over something ridiculous, then back at me with a knowing smile. “Soft.”

I feel my face warm, but before I can respond, Min Ho turns back to us. “What are you two conspiring about?”

Kitty just winks. “Nothing. Just girl talk.”

Min Ho narrows his eyes at her suspiciously, but before he can press further, Dae checks his phone and sighs. “I should probably head out. My dad’s expecting me home soon.”

Q stretches. “Yeah, me too. But this was fun. You’re officially part of the group now,” he says, giving me an approving nod.

Kitty grins. “Yeah, and don’t worry, we’ll make sure Min Ho treats you right.”

Min Ho scoffs. “She doesn’t need you guys for that. I’m an amazing boyfriend.”

I hum thoughtfully. “Debatable.”

Kitty bursts into laughter. “Oh yeah, I definitely like her.”

As we all say our goodbyes, Min Ho laces his fingers through mine and pulls me a little closer. “See? Told you they’d love you.”

I smile up at him. “Yeah, I think I love them too.”

He smirks. “Not more than you love me, though. Right?”

I roll my eyes, but there’s no denying the warmth spreading through my chest. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Min Ho grins. “I knew it.”

And just like that, I realize—being with him, being part of this? It feels exactly right.

[ghostgirl-22]

so i actually need pt 2 to the older patrick younger art fic right NOW.. jk but it was amazing

Y’all. Y’ALL. I heard you. And though I don’t really love writing sequels… I’ll do anything for you honestly <33

Original.

It’s a mess and way too long which is prbly to be expected by now. Idk. Sometimes you just have to get out of your head and post 😭

18+ NSFW

CW: AGE GAP 10-11 years, power dynamics, teacher/student vibes, first time vibes, AND mild daddy!kink whoopsie! How did that happen? Obviously if any of these things make you uncomfortable don’t read. I don’t take it personally. I’ll explain myself a bit. Art in my imagination here didn’t get constantly shown up by Patrick and because Patrick wasn’t there Art got the attention Patrick got for his skills so he’s a little more arrogant (still a little insecure because that’s his core) and still messy. Patrick had the Tashi injury which makes him a little less arrogant (brought down a notch but still overcompensates and actively self sabotages because that’s his core) and still messy.

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Art is still keyed up the next morning. His roommate, Devon, is bragging about hooking up with a senior. Art is trying to pay attention but all he can think about is how he got on his knees and gave messy head to Patrick, Coach Zweig, his 31 year old ridiculously hot tennis coach. And how Patrick practically promised to fuck him if he was a really good boy all week. He’s sitting on his hands trying not to go crazy.

“What did you get up to?” Devon finally asks him. Picking up his towel and getting ready to shower.

“Can you keep a secret?” Art asks.

That makes him sit back down. “Yeah of course.”

Art tells him about Patrick, most of it anyway, watching his eyes widen. He’s not on the tennis team but he’s heard enough about Coach Zweig from Art that he can’t help giggling.

“You’re fucking joking.”

“I’m not, I swear.”

“Holy shit. And I thought I was doing something with that senior. Wow. This would only happen to you.”

Art isn’t sure what he means by that but he’s suddenly asking a million questions. Art tells him some things, embellishing and withholding various details. The closest Art ever came to actually fucking a boy was when he used to sneak in Devon’s bed whenever he got horny at night. They were so close to fucking when Art made him stop. so he made Art promise to stop leading him on. And now they’re proper roommates with boundaries and everything. Though sometimes Art thinks if he asked for it Devon would still fuck him.

Devon thinks it’s hot, the whole Patrick thing. Thinks Patrick wants to make Art his kept boy. “Well I mean… he’s old and everyone says he’s loaded, right? He can give you whatever you want.” Devon says.

“Please, he wouldn’t even give me his phone number.” Art says dismissively. “And I don’t need to be kept I just need his dick.”

Devon chews his bottom lip looking Art over and Art wonders if he crossed a boundary. He’s so fucking messy with them.

“Lucky him,” Devon says dryly, rolling his eyes. “But maybe you should milk it. You’re young and beautiful and blonde and he’s your coach so it’s like.. it’s kind of illicit. He could get you a nice place off campus… be your sugar daddy. Girls do it all the time.”

“I think he’d kill me if I ever called him that,” Art laughs, making up his mind to definitely call him that at some point.

Devon agrees to come out with him next weekend but he still has to wait the whole fucking week. It feels like torture.

They have practice everyday and a game on Friday. Which means Patrick’s in those short shorts running them around the court every single day. Art can’t keep his mind off of him. Just wants his attention so bad, everyday he’s doing everything he can just to get Patrick to look in his direction. But Patrick’s got an epic poker face. He’s so fucking cool and calm and collected. So good at acting like nothing happened. Like everything is the same and they never did what they did.

There's one difference. Instead of having the assistant coach do it… he’ll bring Art to the side and personally correct him when he thinks Art could play better. Show him how to position himself, swing the racket, follow through. Big hands, rough hands, gripping Art's waist to turn his body, his wrist to direct his swing. The same hands that effortlessly lifted off his lap the other night.

“Can’t be all talk and no action sweetheart,” Patrick says lightly, as he’s standing behind him. God. It’s actually stupid how sexy he is. Art’s never thought this much about being penetrated, ever. He makes sure to arch his back just a little more than he usually does. Patrick presses a hand to the small of his back.

Art fingers the grip of his racket. “I don’t think I was all talk.”

Patrick chuckles, low and soft. “Stop it. Focus. Bring that energy here,” he says, “all that confidence right here and no one will rattle you.”

“Like this?” Art demonstrates. He makes a mess of it just so that Patrick will touch him again. It takes a minute before Patrick catches on.

“I think you get it,” he says dryly.

“Please show me one more time. I just wanna be a good boy for you,” Art says lightly. It makes Patrick swallow… his gaze falls helplessly over Arts body and then he looks away smirking.

“Are you having fun?” He says, leaning in close, eyes all crinkly with amusement.

Art wants to kiss him. “Mmhm,” he hums, pressing his lips together. “Though sometimes it still feels like my mouth is so full of you I could just… choke.”

“Yeah… right…” Patrick rolls his eyes, still smiling and then he takes a deep breath and drags his hand over his beard. “Hm…What’s today?”

“Wednesday,” Art says.

“And my plans for the weekend are still up in the air,” he says, patting Art on the shoulder as he takes his racket and turns to face the team. “Five laps around the court, everybody, let’s gooo!” He says loudly, blowing his whistle. “Fucking hustle!”

There’s an audible groan and the sounds of rackets dropping as everyone stops what they’re doing and starts running. “Go join them. And if you keep it up it’ll be sprints next.” Patrick says softly.

Art grins, as much as he hates running and he’s sure his teammates will assume he’s responsible for this bit of conditioning, it was still totally fucking worth it.

He probably should’ve focused more but he wins on Friday in spite of himself. Tennis is such a mental game and while he’s generally confident and loves the attention that comes with playing as number one on the center stage, he’s not consistent. That’s what Patrick always says at least. There are opponents that leave him feeling less sure of himself and then he tends to get in his head imagining he’s somehow inadequate or deficient.

One of those players is a French recruit from UCLA, Jensen Bordeaux. Art starts out strong. Crushes it in the first set. But when Bordeaux fights back in the second and he falls apart a little. It’s a bad habit. He wins another game but it’s not enough. He ends up nearly going into a third set.

“Remember what I said,” Patrick takes him to the side between points. “Stop acting like you can’t finish him off. You can have whatever you want right?”

Art gazes at him and bites his lip. “Mmhm.” He nods.

“Good. You know what you want. Just take it. Okay?”

“Yeah okay,” Art says breathlessly.

“Good boy,” Patrick says, rubbing his shoulders, a little smirk on his lips. “Try not to… you know… choke.”

Art feels heated from the inside out. He goes back on the court except he’s not thinking about the game. Instead he’s so anxious for the promise of tomorrow night that all this begins to feel like a mere obstacle to that. He makes easy work of it, winning the tiebreaker and shifting it so that Stanford goes home the winning team.

Everyone on the team goes out to a frat party to celebrate and Art is so drunk and horny by the end of the night. He stumbles into his dorm at 1 am, falls drunkenly into bed and starts touching himself. Fingers in his mouth imagining it’s the heavy weight and thickness of Patrick’s cock. Imagining Patrick’s large hands in his hair, imagining the soft, easily amused tone of his voice as he murmurs. “Good boy.” Makes him come so fast and hard he passes out.

He’s a mess in the morning. In more ways than one. They don’t have practice after game days so he sleeps off his hangover and the day flies by. He takes a long hot shower before he gets ready to go. Anxiety and anticipation competing for space in his brain and body. Devon loans him clothes that are so much tighter than anything he wears regularly. “Trust me, he’s gonna be all over you in this.”

They get there at the same time as last week but Patrick doesn’t come right away. Art’s waiting and waiting and waiting for Patrick to show up at the gay bar. Devon is at a table, a new boy on his lap and they’re making out. Art is half tipsy, swinging his legs on a barstool while this guy from the baseball team stands between his thighs asking him everything about tennis like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. And that’s when Patrick finally arrives. He spots Art across the bar and smirks. Art gets up right away, making excuses to the now frowning baseball player about seeing him around on campus.

“That was fast,” Patrick smirks, as Art sidles up next to him.

“Well I didn’t know you’d take so long to come,” Art says, moving closer. “Is that an old person thing?”

”Mm, you…” Patrick chuckles, tapping his credit card on the bar. He’s got such a great smile. God. Art is so far gone. This is tragic.

“Can you buy me a drink?” Art asks in his ear.

“No fucking way,” Patrick says, amused.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously, how many drinks have you had tonight?”

Art holds up 3 fingers.

“Is that how many fingers I’m gonna have to put in before I can… nevermind…” Patrick says.

Art grins. Warmth spreading throughout his body. “It’s really big,” Art whispers. “Maybe you need four?”

“God…” Patrick laughs, incredulous. “I shouldn’t even fucking be here.” He sighs, as the bartender approaches them. He orders a whiskey and because it’s two for one he gives in and lets Art pick something. He orders rum and coke.

Art feels giddy as he sips on it.

“So used to getting whatever you ask for,” Patrick says, looking him over, teasing a finger into one of his belt loops. “Twenty years old. God. You make me fucking crazy.” He whispers in Art’s ear.

Art can’t help grinning.

Patrick makes him wait while he talks to people his own age. Acting all wholesome. “Oh he’s just one of my players, I’m gonna make sure he gets home safe.” He even gives Art the key so he can wait in his jeep. Art’s hard as soon as he gets in it. Listens to music too loud and ponders touching himself.

He’s kissing on Patrick right away when he finally gets in the car. He’s been so eager all week. “Mm…” Patrick pulls back, tangling his fingers into Art’s hair. “Fuck… gimme a minute to get you home, okay?” he says and he turns on the engine and puts the music back at a sensible volume.

“Is it far?” Art asks.

Patrick huffs a laugh. “Take a deep breath.”

It doesn't help. Everything smells like him. Art puts a hand on Patrick’s thigh, his skin is so heated. He remembers how warm Patrick’s cock felt in his mouth and then his mouth starts watering.

“Is Tashi there?” Art sighs.

“What do you fucking think?”

Art leans close, just breathing him in. Resting his head on Patrick’s shoulder. ”She’s so pretty.” He hums.

“I know.”

“You’re so pretty.”

Patrick chuckles, a low vibration Art can feel from his throat that makes him shiver. “And you're so tipsy. And so fucking young.”

“But you like it.” Art says softly, rubbing Patrick’s thigh. Skin so warm he’s like a furnace. Already hard enough that Art can feel it.

”And I know I’m gonna regret it.”

Their house is actually huge. On the nicer side of Palo Alto. It’s one of the ones with a pool and a tennis court and a crazy nice view of the city. Art doesn’t know any of this until later because as soon as they're inside he’s trying to get his tongue in Patrick’s mouth. Patrick walks him back towards the living room where there’s a huge leather sofa. Art climbs onto his lap as soon as he sits down. Patrick is touching him everywhere, fingers tangled into his hair. Hands under his shirt, rubbing him, teasing him. Art is just trying his best to feel him, lick into his mouth and taste him. All while grinding against his prominent bulge. Grabbing at his zipper trying to get it out.

“Can you fuck me?” Art begs against his lips.

“Fuck,” Patrick breathes against his lips, he’s gripping Art’s waist tightly. Slowing him down. He sighs like he’s trying to pull himself together. “Mmkay. God. Stand up a minute. I need to get a condom and some lube.”

Art gets up reluctantly, nervous energy making him bounce on his toes like he’s waiting on a serve. Patrick smirks, “Relax… I’ll be back in a minute.” He pats Art’s shoulder as he gets up and disappears into another room. It doesn’t matter whether Art sits or stands, he’s anxious. He looks around the lavish room, fancy furniture, paintings that look expensive. Massive kitchen like the kind you see in movies. Patrick comes back and he’s all loose, t-shirt wrinkled, hair messy, eyes soft. He’s probably done this a million times. He’s got a condom between his fingers which he hands to Art.

“You wanna put it on me?”

”Mmhm,” Art says. He’s also carrying a little bottle of lube. Art’s trying to rip the packet open but his hands are all shaky. Especially when Patrick lifts his t-shirt off, he’s so solid, strong biceps, chest hair that gets darker condensed down the line of his stomach to where his jeans are unbuttoned. Art wants to lick it.

“Okay,” Patrick settles on the sofa, kicking off his shoes. “Give me that, you pretty little virgin and take those clothes off.”

Art hands him the condom a little embarrassed, and starts undoing his jeans. Kicks off his shoes and peels off his shirt so he’s only in boxers. Patrick bites open the packet and eases his jeans down and his cock out. Art takes shallow breaths watching him roll the condom on. It’s so big the condom is a magnum size and it fits snug. He’s heard horror stories about first times, even read a few on Reddit and he’s starting to feel a little panicked.

”Look at you.” Patrick says softly, eyes dragging slowly down Arts body. He pulls Art onto his thighs, god he has thick muscular thighs, Art can’t help wiggling. Patrick’s got him close so their cocks line up, and his palm is covered in lube and he’s gripping them both at the same time. It feels so fucking good Art thinks he might come too fast. He’s moaning, eyes squeezed shut when Patrick stops. Art opens his eyes to see Patrick wetting his fingers with more lube and slips a thick calloused finger back along Art’s entrance. Art feels himself seizing up as Patrick presses slowly inside.

“Take deep breaths,” Patrick whispers. Advice Art tries to follow but it just feels so crazy. He eases another finger in and Art tenses even more.

“Mm if your so fucking tight, I can’t fuck you sweetheart.”

“Does it hurt?” Art whispers.

Patrick takes a breath. “Yeah a little at first… but I think I can make it feel a little…uh better…”

Art shivers, his body suddenly overrun by pleasure as Patrick’s teasing his fingertips deep inside him. Art can hear himself moaning voice suddenly pitched so high he barely recognizes it. “Please… please… “he begs. “Please fuck me… fuck me… fuck me daddy.” Art gasps, losing himself as he’s riding the sensation.

“Fuck… what did you call me?” Patrick whispers.

Art bites his lip, his body heating up immediately with embarrassment. “Mm sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t mean to… I meant like sugar…” He says softly as Patrick slowly pulls his fingertips out. Art is breathless. Patrick doesn’t look mad but his expression has gone heady.

“Fuck… I can be daddy if you need it,” Patrick breathes. “Come…sit on daddy’s dick. Holy shit. What are you doing to me?”

Art swallows, his stomach doing flip flops for the way Patrick says it. He sits up on his knees, he can feel Patrick lining up. It actually feels like a lot. Like way too much. Impossible to take. He’s got his eyes squeezed shut and watering feeling the insane stretch as he sinks so fucking slowly down on it.

“Oh god,” he keeps whispering over and over like a prayer.

“Fuck,” Patrick breathes. His hands gripping Art’s waist.

He’s anxious moving slowly, gripping tightly, it’s too much, he’s too full. And Patrick starts to adjust him while gently rubbing his tummy. “Relax… lets try this angle,” Patrick whispers. Fucking into him in a way that he starts hitting that pleasure spot deep inside with even more intensity. “Good… good boy…that’s right…breathe… breathe… keep breathing… fuck…” Patrick coaches. And then slowly as it happens Art is moaning, bouncing on his lap just to feel it hit over and over and over and over again.

“I wanna… mmm I like it so much. wanna do it all the time,” Art moans nonsensically as he’s riding, not sure what’s happening, just that he’s seeing stars. “I wanna fuck you all the time. All the fucking time. wanna fuck you at school… during practice. In your bed. Wanna be your boy toy. Play with your big dick. Fuck me, oh fuck… fuck me daddy, daddy please. It feels so fucking good.”

“Jesus,” Patrick groans he barely grips Art’s cock and he’s coming loudly, spurts of it covering Patrick’s chest and his own. He can feel Patrick still pressing up into him, it suddenly feels like way too much. Every movement making him shake with how sensitive it feels and then Patrick stills, swearing over and over, gripping Art’s body tight and burying himself deep. Low gravelly sounds against Art’s ear.

”Fuck,” Patrick gasps, breathlessly. “Oh… god. You’re so… fuck I’m so screwed.”

“Mm,” Art collapses against his chest, running his fingers down Patricks soft chest hair all painted with his jizz. His knees are all sweaty and sticking to the leather but he doesn’t really care. He just wants to be close. Patrick is gently rubbing his lower back and it feels amazing. Art can feel him softening and slowly slipping out of him, he thinks he might fall asleep like this.

“You okay?” Patrick asks.

”Mmhm,” Art says.

“You sure?”

”Yeah. Can we do it again?”

“God,” Patrick laughs. “I need at least five minutes and I need you to get up cause I gotta piss.”

“No,” Art whines, unhappy about anything that means he won’t be warmed by Patrick's body heat even for a second. He wraps his arms around Patrick’s shoulders.

Patrick chuckles. “I can’t go anywhere?”

“No,” Art says. “You’re my pillow.”

“Guess I fucked your virgin ass good,” Patrick says.

“For an old guy,” Art says softly, smiling against Patrick’s throat.

“For your daddy, you little freak…” Patrick says gently, squeezing his ass. “Come on, get up or we’re gonna have a bigger mess to clean up.”

Art groans and unwraps his arms. “Can I come?”

“To piss?” Patrick raises his eyebrows.

“Yeah,” Art nods.

Patrick smirks and rolls his eyes before gently curling his fingers into Arts hair. “Yeah sure, come on.”

Art kisses him and he sighs into Arts mouth. “I need a fucking cigarette too.”

“Can I stay over?” Art asks against his lips.

“Mm…” he ponders and sighs. “Fuck it I don’t know why I bother pretending to set boundaries with you…” he says, helping Art to his shaky feet. “Tashi will be home tomorrow afternoon. So you know… better not sleep too late.”

Art grins at him. “Does she know about me?”

“Does she know that after I finally got a good job as a tennis coach at my old school that I’m this close to losing it because I can’t help fucking my barely legal 20 year old star player? No actually. She doesn’t know.” He says dryly.

Art laughs. “I wouldn’t tell. But I mean imagine if I slept with you both. I’d learn so much about tennis.“

Patrick snorts, “This kinda talk is gonna make me take you home tonight actually…”

“Mm too late. You let me call you daddy,” Art grins. “You’re never getting rid of me.”

[sufferu]

Finally read the most recently translated Arc 9 chapters (up to chapter 18).

Aldebaran is fucking crazy but we all knew that. Wasn’t prepared for him to start paralleling all of the IF Routes and also Natchuki Subawu like that though oh my GOD. —Well I WAS, but not to THAT EXTENT—

Including a parallel to the pinky promise scene was vile lmao. Love it

Heinkel is amazing. Truly the universe’s punching bag. I’m really wondering about his “sturdiness” now lol — but also, him and Reinhard…!

PETRA KNOWWWS— But she only read that one Book, hmm…? So she only knows a little bit… BUT ITS ENOUGH—

I wonder if the Witch of Envy would have come out if Petra had read Any Other Book, or if it was specifically because Subaru had confessed about Return By Death that she surfaced like that…

I love that none of these people were trying to kill Aldebaran lmao. Ezzo, Garfiel, Reinhard, and I’m pretty sure Felt, too — all of them were just trying to fucking pacify him. And then he kept killing himself over and over again. What were they thinking in all those loops? What the fuck was that?

What do you MEAN Reinhard doesn’t actually have the [Divine Protection of Wind Reading]?! I mean it makes sense in context but WOW. OKAY.

(…BTZ just got ever so slightly easier to write, not gonna lie— like I had plans for how to deal with that, but I guess I don’t need them after all)

…You know, I knew that Al would be paralleling Subaru and Subawu and all the IF Barus. I did NOT expect to see Arc 3 Rem being paralleled by an “all-purpose maid” character who is explicitly, openly, and gleefully facilitating Aldebaran’s sprint towards his own self-destruction and eventual suicide. That’s — wow. Even when Amnesiac!Rem isn’t around, Arc 3 Rem isn’t getting even a single break in the subtext of the story, is she?

Interpreting Priscilla as a symbol of fate within the story of Re:Zero really adds a whole other layer to Aldebaran’s internal contemplation about her character and how she interacted with those around her.

These characters sure do love commenting on death, suicide, immortality, and all that junk, don’t they? It really takes on a different tone when you realize that everything they’re saying is supposed to be applicable to Subaru in some way (and also Aldebaran).

Aldebaran needs to get rid of Natsuki Subaru “So that I can be myself.” …I really have the feeling that he read Subaru’s Book of the Dead and it blended their identities together somewhat, and that’s why he’s like this. Could also match with him losing his Authority when he got de-aged while Subaru didn’t — as well as why baby!Al was like. DRASTICALLY different from baby!Subaru, with him being a huge crybaby and all while Natchuki Subawu himself was off chasing shinobis and being a little hell-raiser. If that experience got temporarily reversed due to the whole de-aging thing, then that could very well explain all that. …Wonder who he would have been before that.

The idea of Aldebaran wanting to kill himself immediately after gaining his own identity WOULD parallel how Sphinx only finally got her own identity in the instant before she croaked.

The Witch of Envy IGNORES him, he says? …Huh.

Okay so Aldebaran SPECIFICALLY learned Al Shario from Echidna because she expected him to take over Volcanica and use it to fight Reinhard. Which means that she planned for this to happen. Which means that she planned for everything up to this point to happen. …There are a LOT of implications that come with that reveal. A LOT OF THEM.

Felt showed up with FIVE HUNDRED FRIENDS. REINHARD HAS FRIENDS.

Man tho I’m really looking forward to all the Felt Camp focus. They’ve had some really great moments already…!

[yangjungwonisms]

Noona?- YJW

This one’s a little naughty mixed with pure yearning hehe hope you enjoy!

CW: pure filth, NSFW| MDNI 18+

For as long as Jungwon can remember he had feelings for you. He distinctly remembers the very first time he met you. You were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. He tried everything he could think of to get to know you but you always kept him at arms length. It also happened that you were 5 years older than him. He was never bothered by your age difference but he was a teenager when you two had met and you never saw him as more than a kid. Still, he tried to get you to notice him, your age gap never bothered him. Especially since he always acted older than his age anyways. It was hard to remember he was so much younger than you because of how mature he was. Slowly but surely you started to let your guard down around him. For one, he was finally able to get you to come over to his place alone.

You always had some kind of idea of his feelings for you. But you were never in a position to allow yourself to imagine any scenario where you two could be together. But lately, you had started to think about him differently. Most of the time you felt confused about your own evolving feelings for Jungwon. He may have been a teenager when you met but he had been an adult for nearly 3 years now. Would it be so wrong to let it happen?

Jungwon had been subtlety dropping hints about his attraction towards you for months now. Normal actions that weren’t inherently sexual such as him putting his hand on your lower back when holding the door open for you and walking in behind you started to shift. It was normal if you were to look at it from an outside perspective. However, his touch had started lingering. Lately he had become much touchier with you than you had ever noticed before. You tried not to overthink anything but you couldn’t help but get worked up over the little touches he’d give you every now and then. Each brush of his fingers against your leg when sitting next to you felt like electricity running through your body. Still, some small part of you was hesitant to get involved with him because of his age. However, over time you had grown accustomed to his presence, he was someone you had grown to rely on quite a bit. The attraction you felt towards each other was never just physical. Jungwon understood you in a way that almost no one else did. You weren’t just some conquest to him. No, he’d been in love with you for a long time. He’d been patient with you though, letting you come to terms with your own feelings for him on your own time. He’d had enough waiting though, he knew how you felt but didn’t understand why you were holding yourself back. He knew you two could be great together if only you’d let your guard down enough to let it happen.

Which is why, when he invited you over for dinner that night he was determined to make it happen between you two. Except when you walked into his apartment he got nervous. You looked beautiful and he couldn’t help but feel a little twinge of pride knowing you’d dressed up so pretty for him. “Wow, Noona you look beautiful all dressed up like that. Did you do all that for me”? Your face immediately turned all red. You attempted to stutter out some kind of excuse but you didn’t have one because you did indeed dress up for him. “Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t”. He pulled you in for a hug and helped you take off your jacket. Except he just couldn’t help but get lost in the feel of you so close to him. “Mmm and you smell good too. You’re spoiling me Noona. Do you give any of the other guys this kind of special treatment”? He knew the answer was no.

Desperate to change the subject you pull a bottle of wine out of the bag you brought. You were going to wait until dinner to drink but he had started his flirting way earlier in the night than you expected and you were gonna need liquid courage to make it through this. You go to the exact drawer where you know Jungwon keeps a corkscrew so you can open the wine. He’s quick to beat you to it, opening the drawer with ease and passing it to you. The drag of his palm against yours is near torturous, as he’s moving it as slow as humanly possible before finally depositing it in your hand. When he finally pulls his hand away from yours you feel a thin sheen of sweat start to break out over your body. Your hands seemed to be the most affected by the way you’re struggling to open the wine. Jungwon had been watching you from across the room with catlike precision. Before you can even say anything he moves to stand behind you, placing his hand over yours where you’re trying but failing miserably so to open the wine. “Let me help you”. That’s all he says before he starts guiding your movements. He’s standing so close to you that when he breathes you can feel his entire body move against yours. The feeling alone is enough to make you go weak in the knees. You’re holding your breath waiting for him to finally pull away from you. Except he doesn’t, instead he slowly turns you around so now you’re facing him but he’s somehow gotten you caged in between him and the counter. “You’re killing me, do you know that noona”? He didn’t normally call you noona this often. You didn’t like how it made you feel. “What do you mean by that won”? He brings his hand up to your face, moving a stray hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. You subconsciously lean into his touch letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in until he touched you. “Everything you do drives me crazy. I don’t think you know how hard you’re making things for me baby”. The switch from noona to baby had your stomach in knots. You’d inched your face closer to his while he was talking. You were so close that it would only take one brief movement for your lips to touch. “please Jungwon”. You didn’t even know what you were asking for but Jungwon is quick to respond. “Hmm baby? What is it, tell me”. You had closed your eyes, willing yourself to take a deep breath trying to calm yourself down before things went any further. “Wonie, since when do you call me baby”? You’d never called him that before but the sentiment behind it spread a dangerous heat throughout his body. “Oh baby you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to call you this”. He was barely hanging on by a thread being this close to you. “Say it again, please”. “Hmm you like when I talk to you like this baby”? God he had no idea how much you liked it. “To be honest with you won, my body feels like it’s on fire right now with how close you are to me. I can hardly think about anything else”. At that all patience he has is long gone. He succeeds in caging you all the way against the counter. From this angle you can feel every part of his body.

Jungwon was pressed up against you so snugly that he’s leaving very little to the imagination. He’s hard against your thigh, you can almost make out the exact feel of his cock from the sheer proximity. You let out a groan completely surrendering yourself to him at this point. You move your hands up to grab his collar to bridge the gap between your lips. “Fuck, just kiss me Jungwon”. He wasted no time kissing you. He’s imagined the feel of your lips against his for so long that now you’ve let him have a taste there was no going back. The kiss isn’t slow, it’s anything but. Within seconds you two are all over each other. And within minutes you two have moved from the kitchen to the hallway. He’s trying to get you into his bedroom but at the pace you’re both going it’s more likely he’s going to fuck you hard and fast against the wall.

“Fuck, can’t believe you’re letting me kiss you like this noona”. You don’t respond you just slide your hand down his body and started cupping him over his jeans. His hips stutter taking a second to try and ground himself so he doesn’t grind up into your hand. He has no concept of self control right now as he loses himself in the feeling of your hand touching his cock. “oh fuck baby, your hand feels so good on my cock”. At this point he’s losing himself in the sensation of your hand unbuttoning his jeans and sliding your hand into his pants. You waste no time running your hand up and down his shaft trying to get a feel of him. “mm you better get used to the feel of it baby because I’m gonna fuck you so hard you aren’t gonna be able to walk in the morning”.

He’s quick to push your hand out of his pants and pushes you against the wall. His body is flush against yours when he leans back in to kiss you. He takes the opportunity to push the bottom of your dress up over your hips. He’s quick to move his hand in between your thighs. He rubs his thumb over your underwear earning a shudder from you as soon he makes contact with your clit. Your head falls back against the wall leaving your mouth open in a silent moan. In one swift movement Jungwon yanks your underwear down and starts his ministrations on your clit back up. A few minutes later he has two fingers fucking in and out of you at a harsh pace. Once he’s sure you’re ready to take his cock he pulls his fingers out of you which earns him a rather loud whine from you. He pulls his pants and underwear down in one go immediately lining himself up with your entrance. You’re bracing yourself for him to push into you but instead he simply takes the tip of his cock and starts rubbing it against your clit. It only takes him a few minutes to bring you to the brink of an orgasm. “Think you could cum like this noona”? Instead of answering you grip onto his forearm to steady yourself effectively positioning yourself to grind down back and forth on his cock. “want you to fuck me please wonie”. He can only shake his head, his hands seem to have a mind of their own speeding up the pace at which his tip was rubbing your clit. “wanna make you cum like this first noona”. It only takes him another 30 seconds before you’re both moaning into each other’s mouths as you cum.

He wastes no time picking you up and lining his cock up at your entrance. He meets no resistance as he starts to fuck you against the wall. Your body barely having had enough time to recover is shaking with overstimulation. Yet you can’t find it in yourself to care when he’s fucking you so good. “you’re such a dirty fucking girl letting me fuck you against the wall like this”. His hips are starting to piston in and out of you at a blinding pace. He can’t help but let out a growl at how good your pussy feels around his cock. “Fuck, been waiting to have you like this for ages baby. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted”. You’re moaning so loud at this point you’re quite sure all of his neighbors can surmise what you’re up to. “You gonna be mine now that I’ve gotten to fuck your tight little pussy noona”? You can’t answer as your second orgasm of the night hits you like a truck and knocks all of the air out of you. You let out a scream so loud it could easily be mistaken as you being murdered. You aren’t sure when he finishes or even when he’s pulled out of you and gotten you into his room. But when you do come to he’s already gotten you cleaned up and changed into something more comfortable.

To your surprise there isn’t any awkwardness between you two. Jungwon is quick to reassure you of his feelings for you “god you look so beautiful right now. I hope you know you’re mine now baby”. You pull him into a deep kiss before adding “good, because I don’t plan on sharing you with anyone else”. He laughed at that before pulling you into his arms and settling down into bed with you.

You two have the what are we conversation the next morning after your haze of lust has lifted. It’s then that Jungwon admits how he truly feels about you and that he’s in love with you. After establishing your relationship he fucks you long and hard in his bed. By the time you two have finished he’s lived up to his promise of you not being able to walk the next morning.

[crazycurly-77]

Undercover Lap dance - Chapter 4

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: It's getting very hot, but non-explicit

After a short while, Gibbs had freed your hair so that you could take off the wings.

Relieved to be free of the weight, you turned around and wanted to take the wings off him, but he smiled at you kindly and continued to hold them. “Where should I take them for you?” he asked.

You looked at him in astonishment “Wow, what a gentleman! Why doesn’t anyone tell you THAT about him?” It was absolutely incomprehensible to you.

While you were thinking, he tilted his head to the side to ask you to answer his question.

You had almost forgotten about it… and so you hurried to reply: “Oh yes, sure…!”

And then you suggested to him: “I’d like to change and then we can take the costume to my car.”

He smiled contentedly: “Of course, I’ll wait here.”

You looked at him shyly, nodded and quickly went into the dressing room. You stood there for a moment and processed what had happened in the last few minutes.

You actually danced sexy in front of your colleagues and even gave Ducky a lap dance!!! And then Gibbs helped you take off your costume and proved himself to be a gentleman and offered to carry the heavy wings for you!

It was incredible... and it was sooo sweet of him... your enraptured smile grew and grew... and if you had seen yourself in the mirror now, you would have been very surprised by the expression on your face. Because you were the spitting image of a woman in love.

On the other side of the door, Jethro was leaning with his back against the wall opposite the dressing room and waiting for you. He also tried to classify what he had just experienced.

While you were changing, he reflected on the last few moments. At first he thought Jenny's idea was completely crazy, but when he saw you in your costume he just knew that you would put on an amazing show.

And you did - and how! Just the sight of how the outfit emphasized your curves left him speechless and made his blood boil.

Your dance... was definitely too short for his liking. And the lap dance... made him sweat. How he would have loved to be in Ducky's place. But that might not have been such a good idea in front of the others, because he strongly doubted that he would have been able to hold back.

He laid his head against the wall behind him, closed his eyes and groaned quietly and frustrated. He could still feel your silky skin under his fingers and his hands tingled with the desire to touch your body, but he had to remain professional. After all, there was a murder to solve.

A few minutes later you came out of the dressing room and Gibbs was partly sorry that you were now fully clothed again, but knowing what you looked like under your everyday clothes made him very happy and put a warm smile on his face.

With the words "Shall we?" you stopped in front of him. Your show and the fact that he was waiting for you and didn't just run away, contrary to his usual habit, were a bit embarrassing to you, which is why you looked at the exit door with slightly red cheeks and pointed to it instead of looking at him.

The fact that you were only embarrassed now was strange to him and elicited a short laugh from him. He nodded in agreement and replied: "Let's go."

You went to your car together and put the costume in the trunk.

Then Gibbs picked up his cell phone and asked: "Your cell phone number?"

You looked at him, irritated, but gave it to him. Immediately afterwards, your phone rang twice and stopped again before you could answer.

“This is my cell phone number. If anything happens or you want to talk, call me. Day and night,” he explained to you.

You hadn’t expected this offer, but you were incredibly grateful to him. Because you knew that he was always there for you if you had any doubts.

You were getting nervous. Your first undercover mission began. Hopefully everything would go well.

As an experienced investigator, Jethro noticed this, wrapped you comfortingly in his arms, kissed your forehead and murmured: “You can do it. If anything happens, call me.”

You nodded with your head leaning against his strong chest. Then he let you go, you got in your car and drove to the nightclub.

Gibbs stood in the parking lot for a while and watched your car get smaller. He was proud of you for daring to do this, but he had a strange feeling.

He didn’t feel comfortable with Mr. Albert, which made him worried. He would prefer to be with you all the time to protect you, but that would blow your cover.

But in a few hours he would see you again disguised as a guest and then get a lap dance in the private room.

This was only a cover for the exchange of information, but he was still looking forward to it.

And whether it was really just a cover... remained to be seen. But he would discuss that and hopefully more than that with you at another time.

And he was relatively sure about the outcome of this discussion, because he had his own methods of persuasion...

(To be continued in Chapter 5.)

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Here you will find the other chapters of this story.

Masterlist stories - Part 1 (finished ones)

Masterlist stories - Part 2 (finished ones and ongoing ones)

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Tags: @ilovemark1951, @hobby27

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[quinloki]

Quin's Terrible Two's

Here we are at the back half of the Tumblrversary event \o/ The polls are closed, but drabbles will be going up the rest of the month =3

The votes have been counted, the results have been assessed! Now it's time for What Happens Because of All of That <3

So without further ado -- /hands over the results to Maren, who is the only one I could reach between the two of them./

Please note: Maren is an OC and belongs to @mew-ya and has been used with permission. I hope I did him justice <3

Mochi Madness

CW: anal fingering, vaginal fingering, SIZE DIFFERENCE, double penetration, praising, oral given, mdni

“Oh wow, y’all really love us, huh?” Maren questions, looking down at the results. “And half that many of ya got it bad for just Kata.” He grins, sharp teeth glinting. “Me too.”

Katakuri stands silently behind Maren, both of whom tower over you. Maren looks like he’s about to eat you alive, but it’s hard to say what Katakuri’s thinking, and he hasn’t offered any clarification yet.

“Well, prep won’t save the pretty pussy I’m sure you have,” Maren admits, flipping a bottle of lube in his hand. “But Kata’s got a little bit of give, so if we can get yer ass nice and loose, you should be able to take both of us.”

“You can say no,” Katakuri says, finally breaking his silence. “Be assured, however, that I’ll make sure you don’t break.”

Your mouth opens and closes a few times, the heat rushing up into your face. If Katakuri’s using his future sight to see what your answer is, he’s not giving you an out by saying it on your behalf.

“Mess me up!” You finally manage to gasp. “Please, just…”

Maren’s grin goes wide, showing off all the sharp teeth. “Don’t worry, it wouldn’t be any fun if you didn’t enjoy it. Now,” Maren steps around behind you and Katakuri sits on the floor, legs spread wide. “Why don’t you get to showing him your appreciation.”

He puts his hands on your shoulders, walking the two of you between Katakuri’s thighs, and guiding you onto your knees. Kata’s cock is straining against his pants enough you can see the shape of it. Reaching out you start to undo his belt and Maren starts to undress you.

“Yeah,” he hums, teasing a soft kiss on the back of your shoulder. “Just like that.”

You and Maren work together carefully. He takes each piece of clothing off you before working on the next piece, pressing soft, almost ticklish kisses against your skin as he works. You get Katakuri’s belt out of the way, unzipping his pants and pulling the long, thick, and admittedly intimidating length free.

Kata’s hips roll, sliding his shaft between your hands, the warm and hard length already twitching in anticipation. It’s not as girthy as you expected. You have to open your mouth almost as wide as it’ll go, but you can get the tip past your lips.

Maren pulls your bottoms down, leaving them pooled at your knees, and presses lube against your ass. He lets your body squirm at the new sensation before slowly, teasingly pushing in, helping you relax and adjust as he works carefully. You have plenty to work with yourself, so there’s no need to rush.

He tastes sweet, or maybe it’s just your imagination. It’s subtle, but it’s certainly not bitter, the little dribble of precum helping you take a little bit more into your mouth. You’re just barely able to suck on the glans, but there’s enough drool and slick to help your hands move up and down his shaft. Kata moves just a little bit, helping you out without taking control.

You’d need a lot more practice to take more of him into your mouth, but rolling your tongue around the tip as best you can, and pressing your lips on the ring just past the head seems to be plenty. Katakuri moans, a sound that’s soft and low and shivered through the air so sweetly.

“You’re doing a great job, for someone so small.” Maren praises, two of his fingers knuckle deep in your ass. His words bring your senses away from being focused on Katakuri, and you can feel the tender, lube-sloppy work Maren’s doing.

Moaning against Katakuri’s cock, yours and his eyes roll back and Maren seemingly plays the both of you. He pushes his fingers in deeper, making you moan a little louder before pulling back and adding a third.

“Stay focused, sweet heart.” Maren murmurs into your skin, spreading his fingers inside your ass a little bit. His free hand shifts around your waist and slowly, so slowly that you squirm with anticipation, moves to your slit. “Focus,” he teases, tongue licking up your neck before a rough finger pushes into your folds.

“She’s soaked, Kata.” He hums, fingers sliding steadily between your labia, teasing your clit a little before easily pushing a finger into your pussy. “I wonder if you were this wet before we started, or if sucking on his cock really got you going.”

“Both,” you mumble, pressing kisses into Katakuri’s leaking tip. “He tastes so good.”

“Heh, he does.” Maren agrees. “You make some tasty sounds yourself.” His fingers push into you, giving you a small taste of how full you’ll be once they’re both in you, leaving you to moan as you lick up Kata’s long shaft.

“Please, please, I’m ready,” you huff, voice and breath heavy against Kata’s tip as you suck on it more.

“Horny maybe,” Maren grins, easing all four fingers into your ass after adding more lube. “Your body’s certainly trying to be accommodatin’.”

“Nnngh, Ma-Maren, please st-stop,” you whine the words and he freezes. “Don’t tease my clit, I don’t wanna cum too soon.”

“Eh?” He stutters for a second before leaning against you, keeping his hands still. “We’ll make you cum lots, it’s not gonna be a one an’ done deal. It’ll help you relax, but if you’re sure…”

Shaking your head you wiggle in Maren’s hands. “I’ll - I’ll cum then, please. Thank you, Maren.”

Maren’s teeth tickle your ear. “Fuck, you do say my name sweetly.” His hands resume moving, teasing your insides and grinding against your clit. “Say Kata’s name when you cum, I wanna hear it.”

Nodding dumbly you don’t even ask why, the rising pleasure filling you up as it becomes harder and harder to focus on Katakuri’s cock. Instead you hold onto it, letting it nestle between your breasts as you pant and whine from the rising feeling.

“Kata… kuri, Kata - hnnnngh, good, it feels so good,” your hips wiggle and Maren licks your shoulders.

“All at once, baby, you can do it.” He praises you.

Katakuri’s face is flush, red dusting his shoulders and sweat glistening on his chest. His hips are shifting, rutting his twitching cock against your chest, leaving you vaguely aware of how close he was, and how it was hard to say who Maren was urging on.

“Ka-Katakuri!” You cry out the man’s name as your body clenches against Maren’s fingers. You shiver against Katakuri’s cock, trying to keep moving with him as the leaky tip spurts and throbs, thick globs of surprisingly sweet cum coating your clavicle and trickling down your chest.

Maren keeps working you through your orgasm, bringing you down slowly, and you keep whining and shivering against Katakuri’s cock, causing him to cum enough it’s dripping from your lips and chin as you try to suck on his tip again.

“You’re a beautiful mess,” Maren sighs, looking over you both. “C’mere.” He turns you around carefully, pressing soft kisses against your cheek and licking along your chin to clean off Katakuri’s pleasure from your face.

“Straddle me,” he instructs, helping you move so your legs are on either side of his. The backs of your feet are hooked against his thighs as he helps you rub against his cock. “Fuck, it’s gonna just slip right in like—.”

Maren’s thick cock fills you up in a single, wet, messy thrust. Throwing your head back you moan, hands over his as your bodies both tense for a moment.

“That.” He finishes with a sigh. “You’re soaked and tight. Man, eager always feels so good.”

Maren’s large hands grip your ass cheeks easily, spreading you as he rocks you on his cock slowly. You put your hands on his stomach to steady yourself, fingers scratching lightly against his skin, palms massaging into his torso. Looking down at him with hooded eyes you lick your lips, moving with him and grinding into him a little when he brings you down.

“Here I thought you were only gonna look at Kata with them hungry eyes,” He muses.

Large arms cage on either side of you and Maren, hands pressed flat on the ground on either side of you. You can feel Katakuri looming over you easily, the tip of his cock kissing against your lubed and prepped ass, barely pressing in at all before Maren lifts you up again. You gasp at the sensation, tightening in anticipation the first few times, and Katakuri’s tip presses only slightly heavier against you.

Until you begin to relax.

“Breathe out,” Katakuri hums softly, and you do as Maren brings you down a little more slowly. There’s pressure as his tip presses heavy against your entrance, relief as he pulls back, and an intense stretch when he pushes back in and his tip slips inside your ass.

He and Maren still as your body tenses for a second. You let out a shivering breath, and ease yourself down further, breathing in slowly and shallow a few times as your body relaxes and accommodates more of the two of them.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, it’s, haaaa-shit, intense,” you sigh, shifting carefully and getting as flush with Maren as you could.

“We’ll go slow to start.” Maren assures you, moving you carefully. Katakuri moves with him and your brain goes fuzzy. It almost feels like you’re orgasming, but it’s soft and nearly constant. Your limbs are trembling, but your body’s relaxed.

By the time they’d fallen into a steady pace, you were drooling and babbling nonsense, covered in mochi as Katakuri helped Maren keep you in position.

[storybook-souls]

my mediocre-but-it-compels-me ya audiobook series has maybe taken an unexpectedly awesome turn halfway through the third and final book????????? this NEVER happens usually the last book is the WORST one......

[yrsonpurpose]

TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ in 2024 ❀ Everything I have now is everything I wished for five years ago, ten years ago, and I think we can get caught up in the haves and the have nots, and I wish I had this and I wish I had that. I think the wishing is cool, as long as you stay grateful.

[smoshingatut]

I'm kinda tired of dungeon meshi fans blatantly misinterpreting Kabru's goals, motivations, and character so they can ship him with Laios...like obviously it's awesome if you enjoy Laikabu but can you nooot twist Kabru's intentions for involving himself with the guy who constantly triggers his monster trauma and pisses him off so bad he gets brain damage so that he turns into "the guy who wants to suck Laios's dick" as his entire character? I've even seen people cut off Kabru's words to make it seem like he is admiring Laios because it would disrupt that narrative

[guinevereslancelot]

just got kissed for the first time in over a decade 😵‍💫

[bayofwolves]

i was on the most random nostalgia kick and rewatched the prince of egypt yesterday and let me just say... that movie is truly one of the greatest animated films of all time.

[skitskatdacat63]

F1 Drivers with Kangaroos - A right of passage for the Australian GP

+ bonus Koalas

[deus-ex-mona]

rage is a ✨way of life✨

[theunconcernedembalmer]

Blog directory

I finally decide to organize everything here

My Count Blog (Joseph + Claude) // My Embrace Blog (Victor)

Art tag: unconcerned art / unconcerned collab

Comics tag: unconcerned comic

Mun tag: its me the mun / unconcerned ramblings

RPs: unconcerned reply

Events

1. Exorcist event (100 followers)

2. Joseph and Mun event

3. 250 request fest (250 followers)

4. chibi muffin event

5. aesop draws

6. Exorcist 2.0 (400 followers)

7. 550 skin event (550 followers)

8. Fenix/Birdsop (700 followers)

9. mun got a new pen

10. cookie event

11. Gatto event (~800 followers)

Comic series

1. Exorcist event (intro / extra)

2. Modern Ghost AU

3. Exorcist 2.0 (intro)

4. Modern Ghost AU 2 electric boogaloo (in progress)

Miscellaneous tags I happen to have: mersop, simp au, gen/shin flavoured, modern au stuff, the drama tm

[une-sanz-pluis]

destroy the dichotomy of good queen/bad queen

[abyssalreds]

caught up to servamp since its been a few years and wow is it good