#I AM AWARE THAT IT’S LIKELY JUST THE WRITERS GOING ‘’lmao look at what a nerd he is’’ AND THEY’RE CORRECT BUT STILL.

[hyperfixationtimego]

SORRY HOLD ON I JUST HAD AN EPIPHANY

there are at LEAST two separate occasions where Simon refers to an organism with its scientific name (the spider in chipwrecked & wolfsbane in meet the wolfman) so now I’m simply convinced that this kid has a special interest in flora and fauna………he and Jeanette get to very excitedly ramble about how cool bugs are together <3

#I AM AWARE THAT IT’S LIKELY JUST THE WRITERS GOING ‘’lmao look at what a nerd he is’’ AND THEY’RE CORRECT BUT STILL. #he probably has those books that tell him how to identify different species and strains of things #he absolutely knows the name of every single wild plant that exists in their backyard #has a science class where the assignment is to breed fruit flies and he’s just like YES #aatc #simon seville #simonette #(not necessarily but just thought I’d tag it anyway) #jeanette miller #alvin and the chipmunks #chipwrecked #meet the wolfman

[leclerc-hs]

a blind date?? - cl16

Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader Summary: You have a blind date and let’s just say your best friend Charles does not approve of it… Warnings: some french words (from a non-french speaker lmao), angst??, slight smut (im not good writing it). P.S. I am not a writer but I felt the need to write this. It’s just for fun!!!!

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IN THE HEART of the bustling city, the neon lights of the current nightclub you stood in was bathed in vivid colors. Stood was maybe the wrong way to describe it. More like slouched. You were at the point of being one drink away from being more than tipsy. Just one more drink and you would’ve been incoherent. A thumping bassline filled the air as friends and strangers, drunk off overpriced alcohol, danced all around with and near one another.

“Drink this Ma Belle,” A drink was placed in your hand as a heavy arm was placed over your shoulders. You glanced down at the drink in your hand. A water. A smile spread across your lips as you looked up at a grinning Charles.

Ma Belle. Your heart squeezed momentarily. Throughout all the girlfriends, that name was reserved for you. And you only. 

You and Charles have been the best of friends since he first stole the last red ice pop from you in grade school. He just had to have the red one. Although it wasn’t the best of introductions, he made it up to you by bringing you an ice pop the next day. Since then, it was an unbreakable bond. 

“What would I do without you,” you exclaimed with a small laugh before bringing the water to your lips and taking a big gulp with a sigh of relief. 

He squeezed your shoulder softly before removing his arm and returning it to his side. You felt the heat of his body leave yours. “Are you ready to go?”

It wasn’t an abnormal question. You and Charles usually left the club together. Being attached at the hip and all that. With a small nod, you said your goodbyes to everyone before heading out of the nightclub and getting a taxi to Charles place.

It wasn’t long until you stood at the sink in Charles bathroom brushing your teeth in one of his t-shirts. You could hear Charles had turned the TV on, quickly selecting to re-watch episodes of La Casa de Papel. 

“Maman wanted me to ask if you are coming for dinner tomorrow,” He squeezed into the bathroom beside you, leaning over to grab his toothbrush. Without a shirt, as per usual. It was a sight for sore eyes indeed and although you were more than used to it, your eyes couldn’t help but linger on his toned body. 

Spitting the toothpaste into the sink with the running water, “I actually can’t make it.” You slightly hesitated in your response. It’s not that you didn’t want to. You loved nothing more than seeing Pascale. She was like a second mother to you.

He was in the process of wetting the toothbrush before placing it in his mouth when you slipped out the words.

 “I actually have a date tomorrow night.” 

It had been a while since you’ve been on a date. Never finding the time between work and tagging along with Charles to many of his Grand Prix. You never quite found dating important enough or worth the time. 

Charles was amidst placing the toothbrush in his mouth when he froze at the words. Literally froze. His eyebrows slightly furrowed as he brought the toothbrush back down to the countertop at the sink.

“A date?” His tone was sharp. You noticed his eye color seeming a bit darker than the usual bright green. “I was not aware that you were trying to date.” He added. 

You didn’t know if your mind was making it up or not. His attitude seemed to change for the worst at the mere mention of a date. Though, there was a slight tug on your heart at the idea of him being jealous. Because let’s be real for a second, the concept of you and Charles dating has crossed your mind once or twice. Okay, more than once or twice. But it was a boundary you weren’t sure you wanted to cross.

You nodded before bending over the sink again to rinse your mouth one last time and placing your toothbrush back on the counter. You tried to be nonchalant.

Charles picked up his toothbrush again and began brushing in silence. It seemed as if he was brushing his teeth rather harsher than normal as you explained yourself further. 

“Kika, she set me up on a blind date. His name is Alex.” 

“So, you’ve never met him?” He finished brushing his teeth and finally stood tall to look you in the eyes.

“No,” you laughed. “Are you even listening? It’s called a blind date for a reason.”

Although you were laughing, Charles was a stark contrast to your laughter and smiles. “I don’t like the idea of this.” He pressed further. “He’s a stranger. It’s too dangerous.”

You rolled your eyes at his over protection. “Cha, I will be okay. He’s a mutual of Kika’s. Not a stranger.” You placed your hand on his shoulder and squeezed it softly with a smile. “Besides, I haven’t been on a date in forever.”

“Ma Belle, you’re not going on a date with this boy.” His voice was stern as he cornered you between him and the bathroom countertop. “Cancel it.”

“I don’t remember asking for your permission dad,” you poked his ribs trying to make a joke of his brooding self.

“Putain! Are you not listening to me?” He groaned in annoyance. Literally groaned. He ran his hands through his hair, messing it up more than it already was. He dropped both of his hands onto your waist. “How are you this blind Ma Belle? Don’t you see it? You’re mine.” 

You felt your cheeks turn red at the phrase. “Cha, it would be too messy. I don’t think-”

“No.” He cut you off. “No more excuses. I am sick of this pretending we do.” 

He starts shaking his head, "Talking about a date with another boy. While you stand in my bathroom. In my clothes." His fingers gripped your waist tighter.

Boy. He said it with disgust. He was angry to say the least. Angry that you would even consider dating somebody else. Angry that you refuse to acknowledge your true feelings. Angry that it has taken you guys this long for the truth to finally come out.

Your breath hitched slightly as you stared into his eyes. You understood. You considered Charles yours too. 

It was only a matter of seconds before your lips properly crashed into one another. It was all teeth and tongue clashing. Messy but so hot. He’s smiling into the kiss. You’re grasping onto any part of him that you can touch.

He pushes you up against the counter and pulls away from the kiss momentarily. Just to slip his fingers in your mouth which you gladly wrap your tongue around. His hands almost instantly sliding into the waistband of the boxers that you borrowed and slipped on earlier before sinking a finger into your heated core.

“See Ma Belle?” You’re shaking and aching for more. Show me, he’s saying. I’m the only one who can make you feel like this, he’s saying.  Mine, he’s saying. He places wet, hot kisses across your jaw and down to your neck. You’re desperate. Whimpering his name over and over before you crack and release all over his hand.

You’re both breathing loudly. His head his burrowed into the swell between your neck and shoulder. Both of your chests rising and falling in sync.

You and Charles. Always in sync with each other.

He stands a little straighter to look you in the eyes with a smile on his face. His eyes are crinkled from how hard he’s smiling. You can’t help but mirror his smile. You feel warm and bubbly inside.

He places a kiss to your forehead, “Cancel the date.”

You only respond by grabbing the back of his neck to bring his lips back to yours. Consider the date cancelled. 

#charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #f1 imagines #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc angst #charles leclerc #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #cl16 #formula 1 #sharl leclerc #charles leclerc smut

[sundrop-writes]

Hey everyone! I'm Sundrop, but you can call me Sunny. I am a fanfic writer, and this is my fanfiction blog where I post all of my newest fics. Right now, my main fandom is The Walking Dead. If you want to know about the fandoms I'm interested in generally, check out my Main Masterlist. Requests are currently open. Please read my rules page before sending in a request. If you have a question about my fics or about my blog in general, it might be answered by my FAQ.

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Most Recent Work: Careful - Dad!Spencer Reid x Mom!Fem!Reader (Series)

Currently Working On: The Jaws of Life (sequel to Emergency Contact)

Coming Soon:

Heaven’s Gate (for The Walking Dead) - Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader. Strangers to Lovers/Soulmates/Lovers Reunited. Angst, Fluff, Hurt and Comfort. Set during Season 1 to Season 5. 17k in counting. You can find a preview here. In this fic, you and Daryl get separated when the Governor attacks the prison, and though you both believe the other person is dead (or long gone) you find each other at the most unlikely time, in the most unlikely place.

The Jaws of Life (for DC Titans) - Jason Todd x GN!Reader. Sequel to Emergency Contact. Lovers Reunited. Extreme Angst, Smut, Hurt and (some) Comfort. Set during Season 3. 21k in counting. In this fic, you and Jason struggle with the new meaning of your relationship after what happened with Deathstroke - only for this tentative change to be harshly disrupted by the Joker. And you’re still heavily mourning when a red hooded stranger breaks into your apartment one night, seeking medical care because apparently - you owe him one.

Nasty (for Stranger Things) - Sub!Eddie Munson x Dom!Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. 3k in counting. In this fic, you and Eddie have been dating for a while, but you don’t like that all of his attempts to have sex with you have him taking on a (seemingly fake) dom persona. When you finally tell him that you prefer to be more dominant in bed, he isn’t disgusted like you thought he might be - he loves it.

#sundrop speaks #pinned post #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x reader

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Hii!! Thank you for writing my shy teen writer request! I wanted to ask for a sequel for that fic, where there was an accident which managed to send the characters back in their world. The reader thought that the bsd cast were back to normal (non self aware) but they were wrong. After that happened the bsd cast tried to open the portal again but it took a few years for the portal to open again. When they were able to go back to the real world the reader was already 17 years old (14 when they 1st met) and they had published more books throughout the years. Some of them became a best seller and reader was finally known as a professional writer at the young age of 17. Now their parents want them back for the money and tries to guilt trip them. Reader leaves some habits of the bsd casts in their books like an Easter egg. They also were able to become more open with people and make friends. I'm just wondering how the bsd characters would be proud of the reader lmao

Srry if it's too long and ty for writing my request, I love your fics! ❤️❤️

Hello! I am so glad, that you liked, how I do your request.

Here you go, second part. I hope, you like it. Hope, you are having a great day!

Reunion

Self-Aware! Platonic! BSD Characters x Teen! Reader

Description: Because of an accident, BSD gang is back to their world. You are sure, that they have lost their self-awareness. You have to move on.

Three years later, your family is finally back to you.

Hurt/Comfort. Reader, miss BSD gang. Reader, become a writer.

Sequel to Your dream matters

Warning: Elements of angst. Gold diggers for Biological Parents. OOC. English is my second language.

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You don't know, what happened. One moment you were having fun with your new family. Celebrating the six-month anniversary of their arrival and your adoption. Celebrating your achievements.

The next moment, the bright light fills the room.

When it fades, your family were gone.

You were searching for them. You called, you cried.

But no one came.

When you check the BSD Mayoi app, you saw, that they were back in the app.

But why they aren't coming back?

Did they lose the self-awareness?

That night, you cried as never before.

You begged them to come back. You begged them not to leave you.

For the next few days, you feel terrible. Thankfully, Alcott and Fitzgerald made sure, that your biological family will never get custody over you again. Besides, thanks to Fitzgerald, you won't have money problems. And that your parents will never touch that money.

You knew, that you can't spend the rest of your life crying about your friends. You need to move forward.

After one week of crying, you open your laptop and start writing.

To honor them. To honor their love. To honor their belief in you, you will be a writer.

___________

In the BSD world, your family were panicking. The portal glitches and send them back there. And now it can't be turned on. Worse of all, they lost their access to your phone and app. They can't even leave a message for you.

But they can hear you...

Your tears, your pleas.

"G-guys? A-are still there? P-please, answer."

"Work! Start working, you damn portal!" Poe hits portal with his first. Nothing.

"D-did you lost it? H-have you lost self-awarness?"

"No! [Y/N] WE ARE STILL THERE!" Oda was screaming, hoping, that you will hear them.

"Please... Just one message... Guys..."

Fyodor was nervous. He tried to hack the app again. So they can leave a message for you.

Nothing.

They were separated from you.

The work on trying to find the way to you start all over again.

_________________

Three years later

________________

"So, when will the new book came out?" asked Mary, looking at you with anticipation. "And what the book will be about?"

You chuckled and answer.

"Can't tell. You know pretty well, that I don't like giving spoilers for my books. Even to a friend. Sorry."

Mary pouts. Her brother, Arnold, rolled his eyes and playfully solve her.

"Told you, that [Y/N] won't answer. They value their work and won't spoil it to others."

Mary glared at her brother, but quickly look back at you.

"Fine, keep your secrets. But, I hope, that the detective who liked adding jam to grape pie will be in the book. Or writer, who loves raccoons. Right, Arnold?"

Arnold nodded.

"Yea. But I also would like to see a thief, who liked to hum old songs, and a postman, who cared about orphans. Anyway, want to hang out today?"

Your smile faded for one second, but you quickly compose yourself.

"Sorry, guys, but not today. Today I will be busy."

Siblings nodded in understanding. You are a professional writer, you must be busy with writing a new book.

You say goodbye to your friends and start walking home.

They didn't know, that you won't be busy with writing.

____________

You have changed for the last few years.

You became seventeen.

You were no longer shy, you had friends. You start going out with them. Not only that, but you could stand for yourself.

And you have become a writer.

Some of your books became bestsellers. And all of your books had good reviews and people liked them.

You became a known writer in seventeen.

Life was quite good.

But today you won't do any writing or fan meeting.

Today you had a special day.

That day, three years ago, your family got back to their world and loose self-awareness.

You moved forward. But you still missed them.

After they got back, you stopped watching and reading BSD. You don't want to see your family been hurt. You didn't read any spoilers. They weren't characters for you anymore. For you, they will always be your family.

You didn't delete BSD Mayoi. It serves as a reminder of your family.

Your books were a way to honor them. You add BSD Cast's habits to your characters.

For Ranpo it was a detective who liked adding jam to grape pie.

For Poe, it was writer, who loves raccoons.

For Fyodor, it was thief, who liked to hum old songs.

For Oda, it was a postman, who cared about orphans.

And so much more.

You miss them. Today you will have a small dinner to honor your lost family. You were preparing for that dinner for the last week.

_______________

Meanwhile, in BSD world

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Three years.

It takes them three years to open the portal again.

Tonight, they will be back to you.

BSD cast were ecstatic. They can't wait to return to you. Their Precious Guiding Light. Their child, siblings, grandchild.

The Cast gather in a Meeting Room. Fyodor Dostoevsky, finally hacks the app and get access to your phone.

They want to see how much has happened while they were away.

They found an interview with you. About been a young writer.

They were so proud of you.

Poe, who was mentoring you three years ago, had tears in his eyes. You achieved your dream.

Oda also has tears in his eyes. He was so glad, that you manage to prove others wrong.

Fyodor, while he wasn't crying, were extremely proud of you.

All of them were proud of you.

They can't wait to tell you about that in person.

____________

You finally get home. And you didn't like, who you saw on the doorstep.

You glare through the window at two people who were standing at your doorstep. Your biological parents. You can hear them talk. Once again, they were talking about getting a custody over you again.

They wanted to have an access to money, that Fitzgerald has left. And to the money you get from your books.

"[Y/N], dear, we have missed you! Please, let us inside. Let's talk!"

"[Y/N], stop running! We want to have our baby back!"

"[Y/N], you are our flesh and blood, we deserve your gratitude!"

"[Y/N], we are your parents! These people, who took you away from us, don't care about you! Where are they now? Where were they for the last three years?!"

You walked away from the window. You called the police. They took your parents away for been on your private property without permission.

You were left alone with your thoughts. Their words hurt. You tried to hold back tears. You need to prepare dinner for tonight.

____________

In the evening, you set up a table in the dining room.

Your family favorite food. You were careful with it, it still was packed. There was nothing, that will spoil soon. Tomorrow you will treat your friends. But right now, it is dinner to honor your lost family.

You place your phone on the table and open BSD Mayoi app. You start talking.

"It's been three years, right? O wish you were there. I miss you all so much... What?"

And, once again, the bright light fills the room. The same light, that shined three and the half years ago, when BSD cast appeared in your room.

________

They were looking at you. You were looking at them.

All of you were silent. You can't believe it.

And, once again, like three and the half years ago, Ranpo walked forward and smiled.

"Hello, Guiding Light, nice to see you face to face-e-e"

You crashed him in a hug. You were crying. Because of happiness.

"You... I missed you all do much... Family, my family... You are here again. You won't disappear again, right?"

Ranpo, with tears in his eyes, whispered.

"No, [Y/N], we won't. This time, we are here to stay."

__________

The next hour was full of tears and hugs. They didn't let you be alone for one second. After you finished with one hug, you were quickly pulled into another. After all of you were 'calm', at some extent, Oda place his hand on your shoulders.

"[Y/N], there are something important we must tell you. We are so proud of you, our little writer."

"Odasaku is right, We are so proud of you!" grinned Dazai.

"You manage to capture my intelligence in this character. I am so proud to be an inspiration for him" smile Ranpo, petting your head.

"I am glad, that my lessons come in handy. I am proud of been your teacher" Poe's voice was soft.

"Little Bird, you rocks. I am proud, that you make your dream come true" Nikolai's eyes shined with pride

"I am proud of your success, [Y/N]" Fyodor squeezed your hand.

One by one, your family told you, how proud they were.

You feel, like you were in heaven.

The life was good before. Now it was perfect.

You were a writer. Your dream come true.

You became confident.

You had friends.

And, most importantly, you had your family back.

_________

Bonus.

"Dad Fitzgerald, Brother Ranpo, Uncle Ango, how came that my bio parents, has lost everything and now charged with stealing and fraud?"

"Um... We don't know, right, Fitzgerald?"

"Yes, Ango, we don't know... Ranpo?"

"No, we don't. Hey, [Y/N], want to play Cluedo?"

"... You know, what, fine. I won't question that. Get the game, Ranpo"

#self-awareau #self-awarebsd #bungou stray dogs au #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #bsd anime #platonic

[tizeline]

Now that we're entering into 2024, I'm asking some artists and writers that I follow:

1) What is the one piece you're most proud of from this past year?

2) What are some pieces that you would have liked more people to see? If you can include links, I'd love to go check them out!

3) What were your top three favorite pieces (art, comics, fics, etc) that someone else has made this past year?

(As always, no pressure to respond! Feel free to just ignore, or let me know if you'd rather I not send you these kinds of asks in the future.)

Oh this is fun! :D

1) The drawing I'm the most proud of this year is actually one I never ended up posting lmao, so I suppose this is the perfect reason to actually do that

I always feel a bit self-concious about posting non-fanart drawings cuz they don't tend to gain as much attention. Which, I am fully aware that there are more important things than clout! But I am a simple woman, I crave validation 😔 Anyway, I am still very happy about how this one turned out. I very much prefer drawing characters over enviroments, which led to me being way worse at drawing enviroments than characters, so I've been pushing myself for the last couple of years to get better at drawing backgrounds and surroundings. While I still definetily have a lot of room for improvement, this illustration here is the best I've done in drawing enviroments yet.

2) Again, original stuff don't tend to get as much attention (which I fully understand btw, I don't wanna make it seem like I'm complaining too much, I very much appreciate any and all support I get!!!!) but this post with some doodles of my OCs as well as this random drawing of some forest with a big stone head lying in it are a couple of posts I wouldn't mind if more people saw so..... the links are there if ya wanna have a look 👀

3) Oh man, I've seen so many awesome artpieces this year, i can't guarantee that these are my actual top 3 picks, but here are some that I could remember liking (and that I also managed to find lol) (also these are in no particular order

This GIF was the first piece of RotTMNT fanart I ever reblogged and it's still glued to my mind it's just great honestly.

Man I do not like Timothy in the 2012 TMNT series at all but MAN do I love the way pinetreevillain adapted the character for the Rise universe! He's made quite a few comics of Rise!Timothy and he made the character so extremely likable I just hdsjhgjakfga also Pine's artstyle is delicous yummy yum go check out his art now!

I really like those reanimation projects where a bunch of people collaborate and reanimate induvidual segments in their own style, and there was recently one of those released that was a remake of The Clothes Don't Make The Turtle episode from season two of RotTMNT and it's great! Go and watch it here!

#again i love this ask #great idea #tizel talk #tizel art #my art

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Persona 5) Ann, Makoto, and Haru reaction to S/O's Palace/Shadow/Treasure

Quoth the Akihiko: "I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS"

Playing Royal on my Switch has made me in a very Persona mood so happy to oblige!

I know a lot of writers in the P5 community has done this topic, but hopefully this will still be a good read for you guys!

Post Edit A/N: Wow, Ann got an all star-treatment unintentionally. Well this is awkward since her part is the size of a freakin' essay versus Makoto and Haru. I hope Ann fans will be happy lmao

Ann didn't know what to say when she discovered S/O had a Palace. Her mind was going through so many emotions as she stared at the Metanav app. S/O had been distant sure, but she never would have suspected their troubles ran this deep.

She first investigates the Palace by herself, only staying near the entrance. After looking around as much as she could from the exterior, Ann went to find Akira.

After the group unanimously agrees to infiltrate and help Ann, she remains completely serious, her light-hearted quips and positivity being completely absent during the heist.

While she is grateful for their help, in all honesty she wishes she could have infiltrated alone. This was far too personal to involve the entire group.

Regardless, nothing could be done about it now. She would just have to grit her teeth and bare it. At least that's what Ann told herself.

Palace Infiltration

Akira led Ann, Ryuji, and Morgana down the hallways of the Palace.

Peeking around the corner, he only saw one shadow.

(Akira) "Oracle, is there anyone else in the vicinity?"

(Futaba's Voice) "Hm...No, the room's empty, barring the one there."

(Ryuji) "Ready on your word, Joker."

(Morgana) "Panther, you good?"

(Ann) "...Yeah."

Akira nodded and the four crept closer to the room, realizing the hallway was slowly turning something akin to a bedroom.

What stuck out the most was that it looked normal, just a regular bedroom.

And now they got closer, the shadow they saw wasn't a shadow at all.

It was Ann. Or what appeared to be a S/O's cognitive Ann.

(Akira) "Oracle, you're positive no one is nearby?"

(Futaba) "Affirmative, Joker."

Ryuji and Morgana turned to Ann, who was still shocked to see herself.

In hindsight, maybe she shouldn't have been.

(Akira) "Panther, I'll leave this decision to you. What do you want to do?"

(Ann) "I...I want to talk to her, see what she knows."

Everyone nodded and let Ann go first.

The three of them stood back, ready to jump into the fray in case talks go south.

The Congitive Ann's eyes widened when they saw the group approach, jumping back in surpise.

(Cognitive Ann) "OH MY GOD, who are you guys?!"

(Ann) "W-We're not here to hurt you, please calm down!"

The first thing Ann noticed was just how normal she looked. There wasn't any exaggerated clothing, it was just her in her casual clothes.

The second thing was how she spoke. It sounded...pretty much just how she was in real life too.

(Cognitive Ann) "Those masks...Wait, are you guys the Phantom Thieves?!"

Ann looked back to Akira who was nodding in response.

(Ann) "...Yeah, we are."

(Cognitive Ann) "Ohmigosh, I am SUCH a big fan! You guys helped me and so many others when you brought Kamoshida to justice!"

It seemed like S/O wasn't aware that Ann was actually part of the Phantom Thieves.

It was unsettling to the group how normal the Cognitive Ann was acting. What was the catch?

(Ann) "We're glad to have helped."

(Cognitive Ann) "That being said, what are you guys doing here? Don't the Phantom Thieves just fight bad guys?"

(Ann) "We're not here to fight. Just ask a couple questions about S/O is all."

(Cognitive Ann) "S/O? What do they have to do with this? H-Have they done something wrong?!"

(Ann) "No! Of course not!"

Her voice started to shake a little, making Ryuji step in.

(Ryuji) "Sorry, what my friend here is wanting to say is we want to help them. You mind if we ask you some stuff?"

(Cognitive Ann) "If it'll help, sure thing."

Ryuji put a comforting hand on Ann's shoulder.

She gently brushed it off, but nodded in affirmation.

(Ann) "Thanks, Skull...So, what is this place?"

(Cognitive Ann) "Uh, I think it's some kind of cell."

(Ann) "Cell?"

(Cognitive Ann) "Yeah, it keeps me from interacting with S/O. Something about 'not wanting to get me involved' or...something."

This wasn't making any sense. Usually cognitions of other people were hostile as soon as they saw the Phantom Thieves. This cognition of herself was startlingly accurate.

Which made the next thing she said hurt all the more.

(Cognitive Ann) "Oh, I remember what they said to me now. They wanted me to stay happy and said I didn't deserve to be dragged down into their troubles."

(Morgana) "That's why this version of Ann is so normal. It's like she's a haven they wanted to keep safe."

(Ann) "..."

S/O had come with Ann to help Shiho. encourage her during her Model shoots, and listened intently as Ann complained about whatever.

They had always been there for Ann. Never once have they brought up their own troubles.

(Ann) "Why would S/O do that...?"

(Cognitive Ann) "It's stupid, right?"

(Everyone) ?!

(Cognitive Ann) "I told S/O so many times that they can come to me if they ever needed help. Instead, they go and try to keep me out of it. I swear, if I get out of here, I'm gonna give them a nice long talk!"

Ann couldn't help but chuckle.

That's exactly what she would have said under normal circumstances.

(Ann) "I know you will. And, one last thing. What do you think of S/O?"

(Cognitive Ann) "I think S/O is an idiot for letting this happen, bottling all their troubles up."

Ryuji, Akira, and Morgana were taken aback.

Ann was less so, as she couldn't help but agree.

(Ann) "Yeah, that sounds about right."

(Cognitive Ann) "But...They know I love them. I guess they were afraid I wouldn't if they told me."

It amazed Ann as much as it hurt how they kept her intact and didn't see her through rose tinted glasses.

If they could see her like this, why didn't they do the same for themselves?

(Ann) "We'll get S/O to you. You have our word."

After speaking to her cognitive self, she's filled with more determination than ever.

Shadow Fight

The Phantom Thieves after searching throughout the Palace and sending the calling card realized what the Treasure was this entire time.

It was the Cognitive Ann.

Taking her away from the group and ready to fight, Ann steps forward to try and reason with her S/O.

(Ann) "S/O! Please, we don't have to fight!"

(Shadow S/O) "You will NOT take her and drag her down to my level! I don't deserve it-"

(Ann) "Bullshit, you know Ann would say otherwise! We're not letting you go down on this self wallowing pity party anymore!"

(S/O) "The Phantom Thieves should be focusing on someone else, not me! Why the hell do you care?!"

Ann reached for her mask and pulled it off, Carmen being summoned right behind her.

(Ann) "BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU, YOU IDIOT!"

(Futaba) "Energy levels rising, get ready for a fight!"

(Akira) "Panther!"

(Ann) "Right...Let's do this!"

At first, she doubted herself if she could fight her S/O's shadow.

But now, any doubts she had rocketed away.

If she had to beat the sense back into them, then so be it.

...

Treasure

S/O's shadow turned back to normal as they knelt on the ground, defeated.

Ann stepped forward, her mask still off as the other Phantom Thieves stood back to let her handle this.

The Cognitive Ann stood with the real Ann, letting her do the talking.

(Ann) "S/O...You should have just told me..."

(S/O) "I see that now...I'm so sorry, Ann."

She shook her head as she hugged them.

(Ann) "Don't apologize. Just...promise me you'll talk when you're ready."

(S/O) "I promise."

They slowly disappeared into blue light, with the Cognitive Ann glowing.

(Cognitive Ann) "So, the real treasure was me all along? Psh, talk about cheesey!"

Both Ann's had tears in their eyes, the real one wiping it off.

(Ann) "I know right? But...I'm glad we were able to help S/O out in the end."

(Cognitive Ann) "Yeah...Hah, to imagine that I was a Phantom Thief. We make the outfit rock, by the way."

As she began to disappear, the Cognitive Ann put her hand into the real Ann's palm.

(Cognitive Ann) "Make sure to show S/O this, okay? And thank you guys too."

She waved goodbye to the Phantom Thieves as she slowly faded away into a bright object into Ann's hands.

Ann smiled as she put the object in her pocket.

...It felt like she was forgetting something.

KABOOM!

...Oh god that's right, the Palace Collapse.

(Akira) "Time to go, MONA!"

Mona quickly transformed into the bus as everyone jumped in.

When they all escaped back into the real world, everyone took a deep breath.

Ann reached into her pocket and everyone looked to see what the treasure was.

It was a picture of her and S/O, smiling and eating some dessert stand in Shibuya.

You couldn't even tell S/O was hiding anything in the picture. The two of them together looked so happy.

Ann has the original photo in her phone, but seeing it take a physical form felt...different somehow.

(Ann) "Thank you guys so much for helping me."

As she wiped away the tears, everyone else smiled too.

(Akira) "Of course. We're here for you."

(Ryuji) "Make sure you go easy on S/O, alright?"

(Ann) "Right."

After seeing everyone off, Ann took a deep breath as she pulled up her IM's.

Ann: Hey, busy?

S/O: No, what's up?

Ann: Mind if we meet up somewhere? I want to talk.

S/O: Sure. I actually wanted to talk to you about something too.

Ann: Cool! Let's meet at the Park.

Taking another look at the photo, she couldn't help but smile.

This was their treasure?

No, if she learned anything from their Palace, Ann was their treasure.

Makoto was saddened, but not surprised by her S/O having a Palace.

If Sae could have one, and someone like Futaba used to have one, who's to say her S/O couldn't?

She sits on the information for a day or two, not sure what to do. Should she go by herself, or should she ask the others?

After all this wasn't an evil CEO or abusive celebrity. It was her S/O.

Makoto couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible for a palace forming. Was she too harsh on them, or was she not there for them enough?

She calms herself down, there's only one way to find out.

Makoto: Is everyone free at the moment?

Akira: Here.

Futaba: yo >:3

Ryuji: Wassup?

Ann: Something wrong?

Haru: I am.

Yusuke: I happen to be free, yes.

Shadow Fight

The Phantom Thieves found the treasure and secured their escape route.

What the treasure actually was however, no one could tell. It was locked inside a small vault.

But, S/O intercepted them, predictably.

(Shadow S/O) "You thieves think you can just steal from me?! Whatever happened to punishing people who deserved it?!"

Makoto steps forth as her fists clench, ripping off her mask.

(Makoto) "This isn't a punishment, this is an intervention S/O!"

(Shadow S/O) "Makoto?!"

(Makoto) "If you refuse to see yourself the way I see you, then I'll just have to show you!"

Johanna appears underneath her as she revs the engines, the other Phantom Thieves joining in the fight.

She doesn't hesitate to fight her S/O's shadow.

She was going to make them listen, no matter what.

Treasure

When the fight was over, Makoto left her mask off as she knelt down with S/O, taking their hand into hers.

(S/O) "...I never thought I was good enough to be with you."

Makoto didn't say anything, only squeezing their hand tighter.

(S/O) "I'm not smart enough, I don't have anything special about me compared to everyone else you could have been with I'm...I'm not important enough to be part of your life, with everything you have to keep in mind."

(Makoto) "You're wrong. You've always been important to me. Now, and always."

She gave them a tight hug as they smiled, slowly fading into a blue light.

The vault Akira was carrying began to fade away as well, letting a small round object fall into his hands.

Knowing the moment wouldn't last, she turned around and turned to Mona.

(Makoto) "Get us out of here, the Palace is going to come down any second!"

Leaving before things got out of hand, everyone got out with their breaths and heart rate still normal, surprisingly.

(Makoto) "Akira, may I see what the Treasure is?"

Akira nodded and gave it back to her, everyone politely giving her some space.

(Makoto) "T-This is...!"

It was a small Buchimaru keychain Makoto had given to them.

Makoto gave it to them as a birthday gift, wanting it to be something from the heart.

So she gave them something that she held onto as a kid for so long, as a way to remember her.

She had a bittersweet smile as she held tightly onto the keychain.

(Makoto) "I cannot begin to thank you all enough for today."

(Ann) "Come on, senpai. It's the least we can do!"

(Haru) "Yeah, if you need us again, please let us know anytime!"

(Makoto) "That won't be necessary, at least for now. I'll handle things from here."

Getting her phone out, she texted S/O without hesitation.

Makoto: I know this is sudden, but I would like to visit you, if that is alright.

S/O: Oh, sure. But is everything okay?

Makoto: It is. Don't worry, you're not in trouble. I just wanted to tell you something I've been meaning to for a while.

She puts the keychain in her pocket as she makes her way to the train station.

Haru's hands tremble when the Metanav pings back a result when she types in her S/O's name.

Every instinct in her roars at her to go find her S/O right now and hold them tightly.

But she knows that won't help.

She knows the method that will, but Haru is afraid.

After what happened with her father, she couldn't go through the loss of a third person she loved again.

Haru brings it up to Akira when she calms down. The Phantom Thieves gather almost instantly and are ready to help her on the same day.

They're even more determined to help than before. It may not have been their fault Okumura died, but they refuse to let Haru suffer anymore than she already has.

Haru adjusts her hat and mask as she walks with the vanguard into S/O's palace.

She's going to get to the bottom of this, no matter what.

Throughout the Palace, she is fighting with such ferocity that many shadows are stunned with fear.

Even her teammates take a step back every now and then.

Shadow Fight

Stealing the treasure was no easy task.

It was a massive tube containing some sort of plant, though it was alive and actively snapping at them.

When S/O's shadow, got in the way, Haru did not hesitate to step forward and remove her mask before S/O could say something and a fight would break out.

She gently held her hat as she stood in front of the group.

(Yusuke) "Noir!"

(Haru) "Please...Let me handle this."

(Shadow S/O) "H-...Haru?"

(Haru) "I can't imagine the pain you must be going through right now. How...alone you feel."

(Shadow S/O) "Why...why are you here?!"

Haru didn't raise her voice, instead calmly speaking.

(Haru) "Because I want to tell you, you're not alone! We're here for you...I'm here for you! So please, tell me why! Why didn't you come to me?"

The tears in her eyes made S/O stand down, much to everyone's shock.

(Shadow S/O) "You told me yourself, so many people want to use you just for your money. None of them care for you like the way I do! That's why... I can't go to you, Haru."

They looked down in shame, everyone sensing their will to fight going away, Haru stepping closer.

(Shadow S/O) "You've already gone through so much these past few months. Your father, the company, everything...I shouldn't be adding even more on top of your worries. You deserve so much better than that."

(Haru) "..."

Everyone was anxious seeing Haru getting so close to S/O's shadow, but she simply held out her hand with nothing to fear.

(Haru) "May I hold your hand, just for a moment?"

S/O's shadow stared at her for a moment before obliging, letting her hold them.

She kissed the tips of their fingers before looking back at them.

(Haru) "Thank you for thinking of me. It makes me so happy to know that you care."

Slowly embracing them, S/O's shadow was taken slightly aback.

(Haru) "I know you'd never do anything to hurt me on purpose. But, that's why I'm hurting right now. You can't sacrifice your own well being just for me. You deserve to be happy, too."

She stepped back and put her hat back on.

(Haru) "I want you to rely on me, just as much as I rely on you."

Treasure

S/O's Shadow looked down, away from Haru for a moment before nodding.

(Shadow S/O) "...Okay. I don't know if I can make it work, but-"

(Haru) "I know it will."

As they slowly faded away, they turned to the rest of the Phantom Thieves.

(Shadow S/O) "Please take care of her too, okay?"

They disappeared, and Haru took a deep breath.

(Haru) "Let's go."

Everyone left the Palace as it collapsed, making it out to the real world.

(Haru) "Thank you all so much for-"

(Ryuji) "OWOWOWOW! SHIT THAT HURT!"

(Morgana) "Ryuji, really?-HOLY CRAP!"

Ryuji held in his hands a small potted cactus. That somehow fit in his pockets.

Haru gasped when she saw that was the treasure.

In the rooftop garden at Shujin, she grew a small cactus for S/O to keep.

She remembered telling them that it was a little gift, something they grew together to represent their relationship.

She wanted to give them a particular flower that symbolized love better, the cactus was something very easy for them to take care of.

Haru managed to hold back her tears as she took the cactus into her hands.

(Haru) "My apologies for making you hold the treasure. In hindsight, maybe I should have."

(Ryuji) "Owowow...D-Don't worry about it. Good job today, made S/O back down without a fight."

(Haru) "As much as I could and would have fought S/O's Shadow, I'm glad it didn't have to come to it today. I should probably be going, thank you all again! But first, let me make sure nothings stuck to you, Sakamoto."

After ensuring there was no injury, Haru brought up her phone as she held the potted cactus in the other hand.

Haru: If you are free, can you come to my place? I wish to give you something.

S/O: Sure, I'll be over in an hour. Is it alright for me to come, aren't you busy?

Haru: For you, I can make the time.

#persona 5 x reader #persona 5 imagines #persona 5 headcanons #ann takamaki x reader #makoto niijima x reader #haru okumura x reader #ann takamaki #makoto niijima #haru okumura #akira kurusu #ryuji sakamoto #morgana #futaba sakura

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It’s always the quiet ones | Egon Spengler x nb!reader

Summary: “You’re not sleeping with it, are you?” said Peter, before looking back at Egon. The awkwardness of the scientist is heavy with the implication. But the implication is far naughtier than they could imagine.

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Warning: Shameless smut (that’s all there is), vaginal sex (non-binary reader), oral sex, semi public sex, sex near hazardous substances, non native writer

Hello! I’m back from the deepest part of student hell to drop something I’ve been working on for a little while. I just needed to be dumped by my ex partner to have the final push to finish it lmao It’s completely self indulgent, with my childhood comfort character but I saw that there’s demand on tumblr? You naughty people.

It’s not Arcane related, I’m still on hiatus because I don’t feel like I’m mentally able to write so much requests. I hope you’ll still pardon me! See ya in super hell.

Egon Spengler is strangely demanding today, you muse to yourself as he crowds you against the working bench and proceeds to ravish your mouth thoroughly and diligently, all talented tongue and sporadic nibbles. Broad palms push your hips, long fingers dip into your skin and you sigh against his open mouth. There’s something exciting in the way he suddenly decided he was going to have his way with you on the same table he experiments on, upstairs of Ghostbusters headquarters, at four in the afternoon. Even knowing the boys out and Janine on her well-deserved winter break, never in a million years you’d have thought Egon capable of such a naughty act.

This is oddly out of character.

Your eyes flutter open, your tongue cautiously lapping at his lower lip. His eyes are fixing something behind you, not even aware that you’re looking at him. You chuckle internally, your hands sliding inside his lab coat, feeling his ribs through his woolen sweater vest. Egon, still focusing on his unknown task, gasps softly when you grab his lapels and force his attention on you.

Throwing an eye behind your shoulder, you arch an eyebrow, smirking: “I knew you had something else in mind.”

Next to you, innocently sits a beaker, half-filled with a pink substance.

You hop on the bench. “What is this then? Slime?”

Egon nods, jaw tensed. You cock your head to the right, unbuttoning your shirt slowly, noting with delighted amusement his following gaze.

“Am I part of your newest experiment, Dr. Spengler?”

You can’t help the breathlessness that accompanies your statement. Your fingers graze against the newly exposed skin of your stomach and those brown eyes follow.

“Slime is a psychomagnotheric substance,” comes the technical explanation, a slight rasp at the back of his throat. “We’ve already performed several tests with Ray to assess its reaction to positive stimuli and—“

“You want to observe the positive influence of sex on it.”

His gaze finally jumps back to your face and you’re having a hard time hiding the fondness at the corner of your mouth.

“I do apologize if I overstepped,” he says, pulling away just a fraction.

Straightening up, you wrap both your arms behind his neck.

“Don’t we both have to be, uh, positively emotionally engaged in the activity for it to work?” You ask, sliding your fingers in his hair, fondling gently at his neck.

You physically feel the tension slowly leaving his body. Egon is all subtlety, discreet displays of emotions that you learned to observe and understand.

“Stimulating you enough should not be an issue.” The smirk that adorns his face is painfully attractive, it sends a thrill that travels to your loins.

He lowers his face, lips grazing on the sensitive skin of your neck, the hot tide of his breath on your skin makes you dizzy. “For my part, I have to be extremely focused on the experiment.”

You feel yourself being leaned backward on the working bench as his mouth continues its slow descent along the column of your neck. When he kisses your neck, something exciting runs underneath your skin: something akin to tickles and goosebumps all in one. Something that makes you want to either curl yourself up or expose your throat for more.

On your left, your eye catches something. Shoving Egon back gently, he straightens up, intrigued.

“Better keep track of everything then,” you smile, pointing at the tape recorder he uses to record himself tinkering with the experiments at hand.

You see the slight confusion in his eyes before the thought finally settles.

“It’d be for the best, yes.” It’s now painfully obvious that he’s hard in his neatly pressed pants.

He strolls to the device and turns it on as you shed your shirt, baring your chest completely. His eyes are boring holes into you behind his glasses that he pushes up his nose before starting the recording.

“Experiment number thirteen on generating a positive reaction from the slime.” Egon motions you closer with a curved finger and you happily sauntered toward him. “Today, I have an assistant.”

Oh, that mischievous twinkle bears heavy consequences. “I’ll have to ask you to comment on our future tests.”

“You’re the scientist here, Doctor,” you try to deflect.

“As this experiment relies heavily on your impressions, I’ll have to ask you to be vocal.”

Bastard.

Hands are soon back sliding up and down your still-clothed thighs. “Shall we begin?”

Any retort genuinely dies in your throat as he presses against you, his pelvis delightfully grinding against your lower stomach. That stunt with the tape recording was fruitful both for immediate results and for the long-term satisfaction of knowing Egon Spengler’s a kinky fucker.

Always the quiet ones, you muse.

For an instant, you could have been in your apartment, a blissful evening with Dr. Spengler on top of you. All roaming hands on your skin, slowly going down, down to business. Quick and efficient, that’s the way you both like it. But right at this moment, if you hadn’t memorized all their calluses and crevices, those hands could belong to someone else. Those hands that barely caress a nipple, enough to make your breath catch.

The deliberateness of how his knuckles rack over the sensitive area, pads of his fingers pinching, rolling, spreading this tightness in your guts. The more it goes on, the more you can feel yourself clenching around nothing.

“Stimulation of erogenous zones, specifically the areola area.” His voice is so even. “Your impressions?”

You frown. “It should be obvious.”

“I’m afraid I didn’t plug in the camera.”

The scoff shamefully turns into a soft moan thanks to a deliberate hard pinch on your right nipple.

“Specificities, please.”

“Damn it!” You sigh. “It feels good, all right?” You don’t like to talk during sex and he usually doesn’t either.

“Is slight pain enhancing the experience?” He asks, pinching both your nipples hard.

“Ah!” You don’t expect the surge shooting through you, your chest skin tugging almost uncomfortably as more wetness spreads in your underwear.

“Yes?” Egon asks.

“Yes!” You hiss through clenched teeth.

“Conclusive experiment then.” He dips down, sticking his tongue out to lap at the reddened skin, deliberately avoiding your nipple. “Although your slight irritation might be a predicament to our progress.”

No shit. “I wonder why.”

His mouth encloses the tip of your tit, suckling softly, swirling his tongue as a reminiscence of your kiss. You don’t even bother to suppress the gasp that leaves your mouth, getting lost in the moist entrapment, in the way his long nose nuzzles your supple skin, in the soft brush of his hair raising goosebumps in its path. Your fingers fully tangle in it, holding him close to you, pushing him into your chest so he can feel your heartbeat.

Perhaps a wonderful part of Egon’s brain will decide that your BPM is important data to collect.

You have a moment of awareness, registering that the only sounds that will be heard in the recording are your gasps and soft moans and the indecent slurps of Egon’s tongue. It makes your face flame up, your cheeks so hot you feel the perspiration on your skin.

What would be more embarrassing, you wonder, one of the boys finding the recording or getting caught right here right now?

“Focus.” The sound of Egon’s voice startles you. “It’s supposed to be positive reinforcement.”

“Uh,” you battle your eyelashes.

Egon straightens up, righting his glasses on his face. “Let’s move onward.”

“You—“ Agile fingers take hold of your pants’ button and pop it off, unzipping them before silently asking you with a tug to shimmy out of them. “He’s forcing me out of my clothes,” you say, directing your words at the tape.

“A necessary part of the experiment.”

Your pants are halfway across your thighs when he grabs hold of your waist and hoists you on the bench.

“Holy—“ You gasp, naturally wrapping your arms around his neck. Who would have thought you had a thing for displays of strength?

“Would you mind getting rid of your garments?” Egon smirks knowingly.

Grumbling, you untie your shoes and take the rest of your pants and your socks off, throwing them across the room. You now face Egon almost entirely naked while he still stands in his button-down and sweater vest, lab coat on top, with his pants slightly wrinkled – although unmistakably tented. Oh, and how could you forget the goddamn tie… You would have also gotten rid of your underwear if he hadn’t pressed his palm on your mount.

“Right down to business I see,” you pant.

He arches an eyebrow. “You’re burning up here.” The pressure of the heel of his palm squishing down your outer labia against your clit feels beautiful. “Your underwear is soaked.”

You’re torn between the rush of pleasure and the urge to slap him for how unaffected he sounds.

“This doesn’t soun—ah, very professional, Doctor.”

The alternating amounts of pressure have you moving your hips, searching for more, demanding a faster pace, a harder push. He remains desperately steady.

“Copious amount vaginal discharge,” Egon notes, and a huge rush of shame shoots through you. “More than average I’d say.”

“You’d say?” You choke out.

“You do appear to be wetter than usual although we’ve barely started our activities.” The bastard smirks.

Why is that, lingers in the air, a loud but unspoken question. And you’re now certain Egon takes his own immediate and long-term satisfaction knowing you’re a kinky fucker as well. You’re just a couple of degenerates and doesn’t that turn you on more than it should.

His palm presses more firmly against you and you can’t take it anymore, you need his finger on you, in you, anywhere but separated by this stupid piece of fabric.

“Stop— stop spreading it!” You cry out stupidly. “You’re ruining a very decent pair of underwear.”

Egon scoffs. “I am?”

The squish that follows is a betrayal from your body you’ll never forget. “Take it off,” you mewl.

So he steps back, stops touching you altogether, and raises an eyebrow at you. Groaning, you get rid of your soaked underwear, throwing it at a random place in the room, quickly forgetting about the uncomfortable wet sensation because Egon sheds off his lab coat in a swift movement. You are captivated by the stretch of his sweater vest against his chest, and even more entranced by the slow teasing appearance of his forearms as he rolls up his sleeves.

“Isn’t having a lab coat an essential security guideline?”

You keep spewing teasing sentences but you know that your sanity is hanging by a thread.

He hums: “When manipulating hazardous substances, yes.”

He finishes securing his sleeves in the curve of his elbows and steps in front of you once more. Your treacherous heart skips a beat; you don’t even understand why.

“Having your way with me right next to an unknown paranormal substance isn’t considered a hazard?”

“The slime is neutronized, there’s no risk of causticity for your skin,” Egon answers in all seriousness.

Right now, it’s his big callused hands that you want on your skin.

And he delivers by grabbing each thigh in each hand, spreading them almost uncomfortably. Fuck, you think because you can feel how wet you are as the cold sensation spreads from your core to the cleft of your ass cheeks. By the end of his experiment, you’ll have dribbled all over the table.

He leans to you and captures your lips in another searing kiss. The curve of his nose fits perfectly next to yours, as both your mouths mold into a new shape. All your senses are awake and aware: your taste buds sweet from the teeth-rooting chocolate bars he loves to eat, your skin shivering from pleasure, and the always-too-cold air of the lab. Your muscles are quivering from being all crooked, folded over a flat surface in that way.

Even at an even level, he towers over you with his height and the wide square-ness of his frame. You want to press against him, squish your very self on his body. Although he might not like his clothes to be ruined by your moistness, you entertain the idea in your head because nothing turns you on more than seeing Egon Spengler messy and disheveled.

“As I won’t be able to, I’m counting on you to voice out your comments,” he says against your lips.

You don’t have time to ask why, his face is already down between your legs. Your breath hitches, stops, leaves your body entirely.

Down to business, you reminisce.

He starts by peppering small kisses inside your inner thighs but it’s not worshipping, it’s edging. You sometimes feel his tongue lap out at your skin, you also shiver when he gently blows against your core, sending another wave of chills on your body.

“Egon…” you sigh.

As on cue, he decides to spread your labia open with his fingers, and dear God, you can feel his breath tickling your clit, an inch away from any real pleasure. An inch he soon reduces to nothing as he licks a long, fat stroke all the way up your sex.

It’s a real moan that escapes your mouth this time, already thirsty for the next move. He keeps lapping, up and down, flattening his tongue completely against your opening, drinking more of the wetness amassed in his median sulcus.

You’re slowly but surely being driven to the edge, just hovering over the precipice but there’s still so much that you need to finally accept to let yourself fall. So he takes your metaphorical hand and leads you closer by finally pressing his nose in your pubes, jaw slacking open as he delivers a strong suction right on your clit.

“F-Fuck!” Your hand grabs his hair, instinctively guiding him closer.

It went through you like a zap, a single strike of lightning. Your clit is tingling, your cunt dripping and your whole body shivering. But it doesn’t stop there as the very tip of his tongue teases you, a quick succession of round-way trips, delivered with accurate frequency.

His brows are furrowed; you can feel the crease in his forehead as you gently pass your hand in the hair at the base of his cranium, flattening his curls. The action makes his eyes snap up at you. You feel stupid for staring at him without saying a word but you lost all vocabulary with the simple sight of such a special man pleasuring you so unapologetically.

He draws back a little, the corners of his mouth and his chin are glistening.

Filthy, so fucking filthy.

“Any comments?” His voice is deeper than usual, slightly scratching.

“I’m kinda at a loss of words right now,” you say genuinely.

Egon nods and, as if endowed with an important life-or-death mission, dives in once more, this time ignoring your throbbing clit to focus on your opening. The feeling of his tongue breaching in, squirming inside is everything and nothing at once. You do openly moan, trusting your hips to his face, again and again, chasing this half-sensation of fullness. The pleasure is not a spike of hormones like having your clit sucked and suckled. It’s a diffuse sensation of pleasure, the simple erotic feeling of his slippery tongue massaging your walls.

He trusts in and out, everything around you is just blurred lights behind your eyelids but you snap them open when he starts rubbing your clit with his thumb without stopping his previous activities. You know this instant that you’re going to come on his face if he keeps delivering the most perfect movements to all the right places.

“Egon, please…” You squeeze at his curls. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

It’s with a raised eyebrow that he finally quits the warmth between your thighs. “Wouldn’t that be the desired ending point of our experiment?”

He grabs a paper napkin that was innocently left there by Ray when he brought food earlier and wipes his mouth off your juices before throwing it in the bin.

You watch his movements, catching your breath and your trail of thought. “I need more than that.”

“Please do specify what is that and how can I give you more of it.”

A gentleman and an asshole, all in one. You want so much to tell him to go to hell but you’re so far gone in preliminaries you don’t think yourself able to delay your primal need to be fucked.

“I’ll show you,” you say, motioning him closer.

He has this look where he’s slightly apprehensive of the logical pursuit of things but he steps in between your legs once more. Your left-hand slides behind his neck and beckons him closer, close enough for you to press your other hand to the front of his pants. His mouth opens slightly but he doesn’t move away so you keep palming him, feeling how he hardens against your fingers. Even through his loose-fitting pants, the hard line of his cock is flagrant.

Stopping your neck petting, you unbuckle his belt, lowering his zipper, and finally putting your digits on something more palpable.

“I thought we agreed that I had to focus exclusively on the experiment,” he sighs.

“Actually,” you slip your hand farther in between his pants and the tight fit of his cotton briefs. “I never agreed to anything.”

The hotness is making your hand moist but you reveal in the sound he makes when you push harder, full hand flat against the entirety of his dick, the tip of your fingers grazing the beginning of his balls.

“Remind me to have you sign a written contract next time.”

Despite his tone-down exterior, you notice his eyelids dropping, the small exhales leaving his parted lips because your eyes are fixed on his face, registering.

“Next time?”

There’s definitely a joke underlying your question but his dark gaze makes you question everything. Damn, he’s really into that, isn’t he?

Into you, displayed on his working bench to be examined.

“Egon, I need you to fuck me—” you choke out. “—right now.”

Strangely, there are no dry comments anymore. Only the hard click of his shut jaw and the slight fumble of his hand slapping yours away, diving into his briefs and finally – finally, getting out his cock. If you had more time, you’d put your mouth on it, just to have a taste of the glistening circumcised head. But for now, you stay perfectly content watching it disappear in the tight ring of his fist.

Realistically, you’ve stayed perfectly content for exactly five seconds.

“Come on,” you whine, spreading your legs. Ah, there is the aforementioned puddle.

“Yes,” he huffs. Yes, ok.”

With one hand, he grabs your left thigh, the other guiding his length closer and closer to your core, your heart beating furiously in your chest. His gland makes contact with your entrance. With it, he traces an unknown pattern on your lips, pushing its slit on your clit and mingling both your fluids together. Definitely driving you insane.

“E-gon—“

So he pushes inside, in one, unstopping, hard push until he’s sheathed, your body just a pliant scabbard. You choke on any retort, hissing, the stretch is obviously tight. Yet, deliciously aching, you engulf his length entirely and the sole sensation of your walls rubbed in that perfect way is almost too much. You tug him closer, finally pressing your sweating body to the unruffled surface of his clothes.

His big hand return to your other thigh and he fucks into you. His snaps are precise and strong; he completely erases any traces of pain with the fluid movement of his hips. You’re definitively panting, your hot breath bouncing back from his cheeks to yours and you forget about the weird twist of your body. Your squished position is making the column of his dick rub perfectly at the top of your entrance.

“Ah— oh fuck,” you close your eyes, lost in the heat.

Egon hums and hides in your neck once more, seemingly conflicted between kissing and teasing your skin with his breath. So close to your ear, you can discern the hitch in his pants, his hidden soft moans, and your heart sores.

“Can I—“ he whispers.

You turn your head to look at him, at his open face and big brown eyes and you know he could ask anything, you’d say yes. So, you nod.

He pushes you back gently on the bench, pushing away pencils and cables in a broad swipe of his arm. Some clatter on the ground and his impatience startles a laugh out of you. There’s a small rictus at the corner of his mouth that could either be a grin or a scowl; it only makes you smile more. Impatience is also starting to run wild underneath your skin. You spread your legs wider, your fingers lazily grazing your stomach up to your chest then dipping all the way down.

It’s indecent how you stretch around him; you love to feel it with the tips of your fingers. You’re stretching so wide your clit feels tight when you tug at it. It’s dry but it still grants you with a few shots of hormones. When you throw a look at Egon, you realize he’s watching, alternating with your face, the sight of his dick buried inside you and your self-pleasuring display. He sucks his thumb in his mouth, efficiently coating it before pushing your hand away and rubbing circles right on top of the bud.

The lubrication makes the action more pleasurable; reviving your calmed-down orgasm. Except, this time, you can feel yourself contract around his sex, as if wishing to suck him impossibly deeper. This small moment of trance, the calm before the storm, stops when he withdraws his hand, anchoring himself again to your legs.

From then, you don’t have to tell him anything: he snaps his hips forward hard. Your body pushes into the bench, your hand pointlessly grabbing the edge to keep you from slipping. From there, it doesn’t stop. He fucks into you ruthlessly, the position connecting him to you from tip to base. The buckle of his belt whacks the tender skin of your ass cheeks contrasting with the soft cotton of his pants. His right-hand pushes your thigh onto the flat surface of the table and your muscles are screaming with the stretch but they’re quieter than your moans.

“There— ah, please—“

He listens. The tip of his dick is lodged deep in your loins, the back-and-forth movement stimulating all the right nerves. You’re squeezing him, your folds moving with his cock, sucking him inside and locking him in, even when he pushes back. Sometimes the ridges of his head catch on your tight opening before plunging back inside, making you yelp. You wonder if you’re going to cum on his dick, too stimulated to prevent it.

You moan to the sounds of his slaps, to the rhythm of the bench creaking. Your eyes roll back when he aims a perfectly good shift and your free hand plays with your nipple, fueling the fire in your body.

“Shit,” Egon huffs out, his gaze glazy behind his glasses.

You understand. “Close too— just a little—“

He nods and aren’t his motions the best, the most precise… more erratic, quicker and shorter yes, but oh so good. You can feel the tell-tale tightening in your guts so you chase your own orgasm by pushing back, meeting his hips. His ball-sack slaps against your ass and your skins meet in loud smacks, definitely resonating in all the firehouse.

“Do you need—“

“No, no, just—“ you mewl. “Keep doing that, you’re perfect.”

The little moan he lets out travels through your body like wildfire. And there, you feel it: the hot spill of his semen inside you, coating your walls and it’s the mere sensation alone that finally pushes you over the edge. Your vagina cramps around his cock, your own ejaculation milky, dripping at the base of his dick and the noise is vulgar, loud and so fucking hot.

For a little while, he keeps trusting in, making sure everything belonging to him got stuffed inside you. It makes you clench harder, divided between chasing this almost-unbearable tightness or crying for him to stop. You have no idea if you’re actually crying but your cheeks feel hot as your body spasms, mouth lewdly hanging open, could you truly cum a second time from overstimulation alone?

But thankfully, he slowly slides out, both of you sighing. You immediately stick your hand down, feeling the dribbles of cum coming out of you, trickling down in the crack of your ass, on the table and on the ground.

Your breath finally settles down after a few minutes. Your eyes have drifted closed without you noticing. Your heartbeat is slowing down and you feel a deep wave of contentment replacing the past hunger.

“Hey,” his voice is back to its even self.

You crack one eye open. He holds one of the napkins, motioning you to sit up as he diligently wipes out most of your spend. The napkin is rough on your skin but you silently thank him nonetheless.

You throw a glance around you. You made an absolute mess. “Ew,” you scowl.

The little smile lightening his face makes your heart throb for an entirely different sentiment than before. You notice he’d already tug his cock back into his briefs like nothing happened. On the front of his pants however…

“Oops,” you chuckle. “’Guess you’ll have to keep working with your lab coat closed.”

Egon’s scowl of disgust is barely concealed as he unsuccessfully tries to wipe the remains of your self-lubrication on his cotton pants.

“I should change,” he states bluntly. One of his sleeves has slid along his arm during the act and his hair is truly a sight; you take great pride in his actual state.

“I think you look amazing.”

He stares at you for a couple of seconds before a beautiful crooked smile stretch on his face. You blame it on post-coital bliss but your whole body is screaming your adoration for this man.

“So,” your own voice cracks but you ignore it. “Successful experiment?”

Egon clears his throat. “I think more testing is required.”

Of course.

#egon spengler x reader #egon spengler #ghostbusters #ghostbusters imagine #ghostbusters reader insert #non binary reader

[esther-dot]

Hi Esther, I hope you are free of your MCU marathon (but enjoyed time with your nephew).

One of the ideas I've been toying with this morning is that the reason Jonsa is Like That in the show is because it's free(r) of sexualisation. That ask from another anon about incest being morally reprehensible because it is the ostensible place girls and women should be free from the encroachment of sexual harassment/sexualisation made me wonder if the reason so many of us oscillated with Jonsa in the show because a) it was, genuinely, the only dynamic set up in any way that had emotional catharsis and relief without power dynamics until S7/S8 (even then Jon entrusts his power to Sansa); up until this point Sansa had nobody she could be honest with - this is conveyed by Sophie's acting alone, and b) the writers, the misogynists they are (the show is really a travesty for me but let's not go there), wrote Jonsa as a more loving and equal dynamic because they couldn't objectify her as a love interest. If I were to go into examples here, let's just focus on the reunion: it is completely and totally earnest and rewarded relief for both characters, and both perspectives are emphasised. We are usually shut out of the woman's in a male-driven romance.

Objectification is the problem in male-driven romance and really shows through with Jon/D/aenerys and I don't think it's just an issue of chemistry. There is something structurally deeper there that's wrong, and they failed to write it as a Gothic romance (which I think they sortttt of went for with Dragonstone and the tone of the relationship) and as an enemies-to-lovers dynamic (aka riffing off the 'hate to love' romcom expectations, less so any true tension as actual political enemies). The fans who enjoy JD in the show are really attracted to this element and it's no coincidence that this is the predominant archetype in romance genre fiction (and it's no coincidence JD attracted normies hgdjhgfi).

So I wondered if we picked up on the romantic elements in Jonsa... because it's not the misogynistic male view of romance. Which is kind of ironically counter to what that ask was trying to say - but I think this is actually argument for why women can be attracted to the motif in literature, the romance genre, fanfic, etc. because it is where there should be freedom from objectified sexualisation, and by virtue that is attractive, because the characters can meet each other with vulnerability and the female character can expect she should be safe with him (and the forbidden love is attractive lmao). This is only really possible with same-age/non-intergenerational incest and whilst I do think the incest motif in Victorian literature is not necessarily down to these elements, I do think there is a persisting reason on both sides (male writer side and female audience side, in this instance) that this dynamic might have attracted us? Obviously they're more aware of the incest motif in GOT, and probably teased parallels to other incestuous relationships for a reason, but is there the possibility they didn't even really know what they were doing?

This is with the hypothesis in mind that Jonsa either doesn't happen in the books or GRRM, for whatever reason, held that card to his chest, or they discarded the idea altogether.

I'd be interested to hear your thoughts, because whilst I do feel Jonsa is Romantic in the show, I think it's potentially more to my sensibilities. No way did I ever expect D&D to write a compassionate, mutual romance lol.

P.S. to address the refutation - 'Then why does Kit Harrington look at his sister like that' - I don't know what was going through that man's mind. I am not familiar enough with his oeuvre to say one way or another - in terms of comparing his romantic acting choices - but I would still potentially write that off as the reasons I've described here. Women's view of romance in fiction is often quite different to men's. (I am not prescribing gender here, just speaking generally, and speaking to specific traditions between men and women's spaces).

(related to this ask)

I’m fascinated by this message. Yours is the first, “they didn’t mean it to be romantic” take that I’ve heard and found believable.

it was, genuinely, the only dynamic set up in any way that had emotional catharsis and relief without power dynamics until S7/S8

Dude, even at the end of s8, other than the Lannisters, it was the relationship that escaped with any dignity. It still blows my mind that they didn't allow Jon and Arya any bonding time in s8, and that their last scene is Jon telling Arya to come visit, and her basically being like, "thanks but no thanks bro" with the audience getting the distinct impression, this is the last time they'll see each other which is actually what D&D wanted to convey based on the script. Mind boggling! I've said before, Jon and Sansa's dynamic and the themes of their relationship carried through the last three seasons in a more coherent, meaningful way than any other relationship. One could argue that's because the actors cared and carried that emotional journey through with their acting, but I think it's in the writing too.

the show is really a travesty for me but let's not go there

I'm a show fan, I still enjoy show verse fics/art/meta, but I understand! I haven't watched an episode since the finale, and I didn't/wont watch HOTD either.

wrote Jonsa as a more loving and equal dynamic because they couldn't objectify her as a love interest.

This has merit because apparently in the script of when Jon met Dany they describe Dany as "cute as a bug" or something, so to them, they did reduce Dany to her beauty, the dynamic to "hot people meet, hot people bang" without regard to the political reality that were meant to be working in (as in, a marriage alliance was something Dany mentioned before coming to Westeros, would have made sense in s7 to resolve their stalemate and was only discussed in s8 because people realized they were interested in each other, but at that point it wouldn't have been beneficial politically??? WTF?) and also without care for the ramifications of what they did to Jon "I will not father a bastard" Snow immediately trying to father a bastard with an invader who blithely talked about letting his family/people die and massacring everyone in KL. I too see genocidal conquerors who don't give a shit if my loved ones die a horrible death and Westeros as a whole is conquered by ice zombies as romantic prospects, but I expected better of Jon! The idea that that registers as "mother of my child" to him might even be considered a red flag as to his mental state.

Obviously they're more aware of the incest motif in GOT, and probably teased parallels to other incestuous relationships for a reason, but is there the possibility they didn't even really know what they were doing?

I think it were it were only the jaime x cersei and jonsa parallels, we could conclude they exist to tell us, "jonsa is the good/non incestuous sibling duo." Or, if it were only braime and jonsa parallels, we could conclude, well this is to show what mutual care and respect can do for people. Or if it were only nedcat and jonsa parallels we might conclude, these exist simply because it will help the North rally to them/to show them as the new heads of House Stark. But,what are they getting at with all three, all romantic pairings? What can possibly be gained from the sam x gilly and jonsa parallels? There's no connection there unless it's romantic, no? Or the robb x talisa and jonsa parallels, why shoot them the same way? Now that I think about it, the recreation of SamGilly scenes with Jonsa may be the most damning, because I can come up with explanations for the others (Robb is KitN, Jon is KitN, maybe they wanted to film them in the same way?), but the SamGilly stuff is just romance tropes they used once and then reused for a sibling duo. The fact that all these other pairings had sex is a little sus. At the very least, it wasn't only accidental actor chemistry. Some of those writing/framing choices show intent.

I'd be interested to hear your thoughts, because whilst I do feel Jonsa is Romantic in the show, I think it's potentially more to my sensibilities. No way did I ever expect D&D to write a compassionate, mutual romance lol.

I'm gonna say something outrageous here, I don't know that D&D are as dumb as most of the people in the fandom claim. A lot of fans blame them for things that I believe are a version of plot points Martin gave them. As in, they were holding him responsible for "destroying" Stannis the same way they hold them responsible for "destroying" Dany, and they were blamed for King Bran too, but all three of those things are gonna happen in the books. What else…they also hated Jaime dying with Cersei. That’s happening in the books too! SO, it's possible that a lot of the crimes we hold them responsible for, were them trying to pull together a story Martin is still expanding, and mow down developments that even in his hands, I'm simply not gonna care for. I mean, maybe we're getting the ideal Jonsa in the books, but it's possible that Jon has more parallels/contrasts to Rhaegar in store for him and that he was meant to agree to a political marriage to Dany although he's in love with a Stark girl (which would tie in with the Jace/Sara stuff), and D&D thought, show Jon simply isn't dark enough, they couldn't do that, so instead they discarded the acknowledged Jonsa romance and the Jonerys political marriage and tried the weird, enemies to lovers/forbidden love thing with Jonerys that made no fucking sense and was universally panned by critics. 🤷🏻‍♀️

I do not know the beats Martin wants to hit, so I bitch about D&D while also trying to give them room for feeling helpless when it came to delivering on what might potentially be, a pretty convoluted wrap up. That doesn't change the fact that they mischaracterized my favs and really fucked up the landing, but before and after s8, Martin has compared it to the adaptation of Gone with the Wind, and I've pointed out before, that's one of the best book to screen translations I've seen. I'm not sure that I've seen a movie that remained as tied to the source material, so that lurks in the back of my mind in a positive and a negative way. Negative, Jon may go through a lot more shit I don't want him to experience. The positive, they understood some significance to the Jon and Sansa relationship even if they never fully clarified the nature of what was happening there.

P.S. to address the refutation - 'Then why does Kit Harrington look at his sister like that' - I don't know what was going through that man's mind. I am not familiar enough with his oeuvre to say one way or another - in terms of comparing his romantic acting choices

I actually did watch several of Kit's movies and some appearances in TV shows after s8 purely for Jonsa reasons. 😂 I wanted to know if he was a very limited actor so he couldn't express different types of love or if his anger/intensity always comes off a little sexual etc. Jonsas have posted comparisons of some of this, I can't find all the gifs now but Kit acts the forehead kiss similarly to how he kisses a romantic lead, he hugged Sansa in the same way he hugs his character's romantic partners in The Eternals and Testament of Youth (his fingers splayed across their backs and dipping his face into their neck). I didn't think he was a great actor, but I also didn't think he was incapable of delivering on the expected emotion. Other fans have said that he had personal issues during filming of the last seasons which explain his acting struggles, but in s7-8, he did just fine in scenes with Sansa, Tormund, Gendry, Tyrion... The only time he was consistently not delivering were Dany scenes, so I don't fully buy that. In fact, the specific look he gives Dany when he declared her his queen is one he uses on the red carpet for pics, (it's def his version of Flynn's "the smolder" lmao) it isn’t one I saw him using in a movie to communicate sincere emotion, love or vulnerability, so I think it's more likely D&D knew Dark Dany/dead Dany was going to be so hated they opted not to pull the trigger on Jon's story. It makes sense to me that they screwed him over in the edit attempting to appease Targ fans and keep them around for HBO's spinoffs.

I'm totally fine with that not working as an explanation for others, it’s an unpopular opinion, but the other factor here is that Sansa was incredibly jealous in s8. Sansa looked at Jon with heart eyes and then walked away in a huff when Jon looked at Dany during the feast (8x04). After that, I did see people who hated Jonsa and even professional reviewers questioning the nature of Sansa's feelings, and yet, nothing came of it. Sophie was always great, her acting was never criticized so what to make of that other then, she was instructed to deliver that performance, I don't know. Makes me wonder what instructions D&D were giving Kit, cuz Cogman was out there after s8 defending them by saying they’re responsible for crafting every performance that we loved. 😐Sansa had clear reasons to dislike/distrust Dany, the jealousy issue was clearly personal and about Jon/his feelings, so, like some of the parallels, this speaks to D&D's intent, not to the actors being bad. Some said it was just another example of D&D's misogyny that Sansa and Dany couldn't get along, obviously, I disagree. Sansa wanted the North's freedom, of course she wasn't going to be fine with giving it up, but there was an entirely different thread through their interactions and in the Jon/Dany scenes which inevitably involved Sansa in s8, all of which was entirely unnecessary unless there was more, something unspoken, there.

If you accept that, there's an awful lot of stuff that suddenly makes sense. That's where I always end up because imo, D&D wanted to do Dark Sansa, they teased it, they didn't do justice to her perspective even when she was right, they were critical of her treatment of Tyrion making him out to be the good guy even though he married a little girl and murdered his gf, and they wrote in their finale script that Jon couldn't forgive Sansa. On their own, would they also write the hero coming to have great respect and trust for her? Would they write her coming to power unprompted? Would they write her having an inexplicable power over Jon? Would they write Jon killing the most popular character to protect her for lolz? I don't think so. I think they were caught between a rock and a hard place and tried to deliver on certain Martin ideas without alienating the entire fanbase. As a lover of characters, I think that was a huge mistake, but judging by the success of HOTD, clearly, their calculations were correct.

#jonsa #anti jonerys #long post #dot chat #<<< for filtering

[yancherrysoda]

I think I've got writer's block. Here’s a draft of a deleted scene from a previous fic, I guess.

This was going to be part of Ephemeral Emancipation, where the reader asks Venti to let them go out of the Serenitea Pot. Since the Venti I’m writing about is nice and gentle, I thought this scene didn’t show that, so I removed it.

Not proofread so it might contain mistakes. I might use some parts of it for other fics 🤭 The neck licking is inspired by this art. Also, this is my first time writing this sort of thing, and it’s vanilla lmao so bear with me, please. It sounds so silly to me too, so I will probably delete this out of embarrassment later, idk.

“You see, I need some…” He gave you a quick glance. “Motivation.”

“And what is it that you want?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“A kiss.”

“No way.”

He chuckled, biting his lip. “You want to go out, don’t you?”

You placed your hands on your hips and sighed. You then made your way over to him and carefully settled beside him, gradually leaning in close to his face, then planting a light kiss on his cheek. “There.”

“I didn’t say I wanted it to be on the cheek.” He looked at your lips, then back at your eyes.

You huffed annoyingly. “Why don’t you just do it yourself instead of humiliating me like this? You’re so much stronger than I am; you could easily have your way with me.” You leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before quickly withdrawing.

“Is that what you call a kiss?” Venti tugged on your wrist, pulling you closer to him. His hands were firm as they guided one of yours to rest on his shoulder and the other around his neck. He held you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You want to go out, don’t you? Earn my approval.”

You gritted your teeth and leaned in once again, connecting your lips with his; they were soft and welcoming, but once the kiss deepened, he abruptly thrust his tongue into your mouth, making your body respond to his touch.

You were starting to melt away into the kiss when you sensed the palm that was holding your waist gradually sneak down and squeeze your thigh, at which point you abruptly broke the kiss, and a faint ‘smack’ echoed off as your lips disconnected. You tried to stand up, but he took both of your hands in his and pinned them to the ground.

His spare hand kept on doing its work, shifting up to your shorts and clasping your backside instead of your thigh. His gaze met yours, and he then leaned in close to your ear, his breath hot. “If I wanted to have my way with you,” he said huskily, “I would have done so.” Venti pulled away and connected his lips with yours again in a heated kiss as his free hand now left your ass and slid to grab your waist again, pulling you close and deepening the kiss. He would occasionally pull away to nip at your bottom lip, eliciting a chill throughout your body.

Strangely, you were so taken by the moment that you weren’t aware when his other hand let go of yours above your head and began to move along your body, tracing the curves of it as if they were made for him.

Seeing as you responded in kind to his actions, his kisses slowly made their way down your neck and onto your collarbone as one of your hands cradled the back of his head. He then grabbed your hair and gently forced your head back, licking a long stripe along your neck and making you let out a low moan.

At that, he pulled away and hovered over you, admiring your flushed face and the way your eyes were half-lidded in pleasure. He moved his lips back to your neck, just below your ear, whispering softly with a slight smirk, “As much as I would like to continue, I don’t think we’re that far in our relationship yet.” He gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek. “I’m also very, very patient and not someone who would force myself on anyone.”

#yandere #venti x reader #venti x y/n #yandere venti #lord barbatos #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #is this smut? #smut

[wildissylupus]

hi idk how much you analyze on hanzo but something thats been on my mind is the progression of his character through non-canonical events/interactions. I am aware there isn’t a lot of canon Hanzo content so take this thought with a grain of salt.

In Overwatch 1 hanzo’s personality was more stand-offish and maybe even rude. Now in Overwatch 2 he’s more approachable in a weird way? He’s still the same brooding guy but it’s almost like we see this “healed” version of his in overwatch 2. Not just from interactions but also from his character design aka the underbags being less prominent, him looking physically more healthy, the lack of bottle that has his sake (ofc this could just be them upgrading his look in the game).

While this is amazing and something I have always hoped to see from hanzo, part of me hopes that the developers/writers still remember hanzo from Overwatch 1. There hasn’t been a lot happening canonically with hanzo since the confrontation with Genji and if they were to skip from the last we saw of hanzo to the hanzo in overwatch 2 it feels like a lack of potential and even story telling?

Don’t get me wrong I love that hanzo is being given more personality and depth. It’s so refreshing that he gets to be something other than the ex-yakuza that murdered his brother lmao.

I guess I’m afraid that his development will feel rushed or like there’s gaps in it. I want to be able to see the rugged, tired bitter hanzo turn into the hanzo that literally contemplates the idea of settling down and adopting a dog, you know what I mean? I don’t just want it to be a thing that is skimmed over. I hope Overwatch touches on the more difficult situations in regards to mental health. And this isn’t just for hanzo, it’s for the whole roster.

I hope that each characters gets to grow and learn even if it’s unpleasant and “ugly” and that we actually get to SEE it in progression. Not just time skips and flashbacks or whatever.

Maybe it’s too early in canon mission events content to judge but it is something that has been in the back of my mind. I may be proven wrong later or be completely off but thoughts???

I do agree with this, though I don't think he should still be standoffish when he joins Overwatch, I do want there to be this awkward period where everyone adjusts to having him around. I also think that the reason for his character progression is going to be explored in his short story with Kiriko. It seems from the description that he's going to be getting some closure with his father, which would explain his change from OW1 to OW2.

However I think there is a different thing that could explain his change. Kiriko. I've explained this in passing but I think that both Genji and Hanzo are going to be given a second chance to be siblings, not to each other, but the people they have found on their own respective journeys.

Genji has stated that he sees Cassidy as a brother, which is interesting considering so far, other then Angela, since even OW1, he's shown the most concern about Cassidy's well being. Specifically his mental state. Unlike with Hanzo where is has been shown that Genji wasn't really knowledgeable of what Hanzo was going through with being the eldest son. Genji shows a lot more observation with Cassidy.

(Honestly I could write a whole essay about those two and how Genji is given a second chance to be there for who he views as an older brother BUT THIS POST AIN'T ABOUT HIM!)

I believe this is going to be the same with Kiriko and Hanzo but in reverse, while Genji gets the opportunity to look out for his older sibling, Hanzo actually gets to be an older sibling. He finally gets to relax and joke around, contemplate something other than Genji's death and how he can atone for that.

It would also be a nice parallel to Genji with instead of staying hang up on a previous relationship, he ends up creating a new one that is overall better for him.

It's also the matter of Kiriko and Hanzo's relationship is a lot more salvageable then Hanzo and Genji's. Listen, as much as I love those two, there is no way in hell they're going to get the normal sibling bond the fandom likes to give them. Even if that is the end goal for the writers, they would need to write a whole other novel for that kind of relationship between the two to not feel rushed.

Now I do want to point something out about his OW2 redesign because there's more then just the lack of Sake. It that fact that he's now covering his chest. This might not seem like a lot but in his first design he isn't protecting any part or any organ that is slightly to the right, in the middle, or the the left of his chest, meaning his left lung is exposed, his heart is exposed, his spine is exposed, basically a lot of stuff you would want shot at is exposed.

Combing this with and interaction with Genji from OW1, that is alluding to the fact that Hanzo "finds living challenging", then Hanzo covering his chest is a big step.

Anyway the fact that Hanzo is now on his way to being added to the list of characters who are practicing selfcare is so funny, cause out of all the characters to end up on that very short list at the beginning of Story Mode, I did not expect it to be Hanzo.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch lore #overwatch headcanons #analysis #ow hanzo #hanzo #hanzo shimada

[thedeathdeelers]

what is your take on bobby? like, the easy answer is obviously "he stole luke's songs and never looked back" but i doubt that's the WHOLE story? either way he did a shitty thing, but i'm curious as to your thoughts on him

hello!

hmmm tbh most of the time i don’t have any thoughts on bobby- i just forget he exists since he isn’t a member of the core 4 - julie luke reggie and alex (though that’s funny to say since he is a big part of the plot ie stole luke’s music and gave us a glimpse into what kind of person luke is, not wanting to be forgotten and erased by time and using his music to make sure he’s remembered but then you get bobby literally wiping his name off every song he ever wrote and having him be forgotten..ANYWAY TANGENT)

imma base all of this on show canon- i don’t really consider any of the books that came out after as “true” canon cause they weren’t kenny and the writers etc but ye; my mini disclaimer

so i am aware that bobby was a teenager who had lost 3 of his band members and friends in one go. it must’ve been traumatising, esp right before a huge gig that would’ve changed their lives forever.

but grief….thats never an excuse to be a shithead. bobby knew how much music meant to luke; to the boys and sunset curve in general. he knew the struggles luke was going through at home — heck he was there when they practiced unsaid emily!!! even if he wasn’t close to luke (though there’s debate about this again due to the non-canon ‘canon’ books that he was the closest to luke but it doesn’t make sense since they straight up forgot about bobby until well into the plot) bobby being there to witness that song is huge! he knew that much about luke!!

and i know there’s the argument of “but he was just a kid the companies took advantage of him!!” lmao no. that’s not an excuse. unless he was desperate to get famous he could’ve just…not done that. and let’s say he was bullied by the big bad music execs. man is obviously a rockstar in his own right now and could’ve easily either unearthed a “long lost song” and dedicated it to his bandmates or said it was written by luke or SOMETHING (which still wouldn’t have absolved him of his shitty actions but at least we’d know he has a conscience)

he obviously just rose to fame as Trevor with luke’s music skills and kept riding that wave — so no matter whether he had moments where he felt guilty or constantly thought about his dead friends…..he’s still a pretty shitty person as far as canon is concerned. the show ended with him just being like “oh shit” cause well. he might finally get caught lol

(also the way his entire house is decorated with massive posters of his face and the way he is with carrie and the kind of person he raised…..doesn’t say great things about him as an adult either. just a narcissist)

but ye…..these are my “i don’t have many thoughts about bobby” thoughts…,,,,,,…,,;

#oops #damn ok i didn’t realise i still had so much built up rage for bobby. my bad #anyway. #this got long #thank u for asking 🥰 #ask #anon #jatp

[amuhav]

1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 10, 17, 20 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), 23, 25 for T A Y U I N.

What memory would your OC rather just forget?

All of his time back in Abor'sai? lmao. I mean, sadly he's already forgotten anything good about his childhood, so he's left with mostly just the negative experiences that came after. Though, maybe surprisingly, I would say any of the more positive experiences with his father would be top of the list, because they're one of the few things that make him regret leaving without a word. And makes it harder for him to just put the whole place and everyone behind him.

What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

How damaged he is under the layers of self-preservation. And how desperate he is to be understood and accepted, despite his pathological self-sabotaging to stop that from happening.

What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

Lack of faith in other people, and by extension never letting himself have any peace or happiness, too willing to believe it will only lead to more harm. By never trusting anyone or sabotaging anything good that happens to him, it becomes something of a self-fulfilling prophecy that feeds further into his worldview that everything will hurt him if given the chance. I think he's become more aware of that, but until recently, no, he didn't see it as a flaw of his. He just saw it as protecting himself from the inevitable.

How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

Pretty far. Tay tends to put his survival and his immediate wants and needs ahead of anything else. He doesn't usually hurt people just for the sake of it, only if he thinks he'll gain something or he considers them to have wronged him, believes they eventually will, or if he sees them as a threat in any way. But he's generally the type to do so in indirect ways; manipulation, lying, maybe a lil theft etc. I guess I'm not saying he wouldn't take a life, if he really felt he had to, but what I am saying is he certainly would try not to. Physical harm or confrontation is certainly not a go-to unless he hasn't much choice.

How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

Uhhhhhh. His moral compass is kinda skewed towards Chaotic Neutral anyway lol. I don't think you'd easily convince him to do anything truly heinous if he had no reason to. On the other side of the spectrum, you'd probably also struggle to convince him to do anything too good that didn't also benefit him in some way, not unless he truly felt some obligation to do so, or ultimately agreed with the premise under all that outward bluster. In which case, you'd still have to be pretty convincing to overcome that self-preservation instinct of his, especially if whatever it was would make him vulnerable. For example, a lot of the time he'll be more likely to double down rather than take ownership of a mistake, because that would be a sign of weakness oh shit I'm realising he inherited this particular trait from his mother ignore me goodbye.

What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

Uh, once I actually had a grasp of his characterisation? Honestly, not much at all lol. I meeeean, there are definitely some points in CotS where I wouldn't have necessarily gone where the ~votes~ did, yet I still think the ways they played out, and all his actions within CotS have remained in character (which is honestly impressive when you think about it like that LMAO). But overall he's one of those characters as a writer you just... kinda instantly know them? Like, you connect with them in a way where you just know how they think and feel in almost any given situation without even ever having to give it much thought. Which I feel is pretty rare for me at least lmao.

What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

not to sound basic bitch, but I guess Modern Day? I can't really see him in any other genre than that or the Fantasy one he's already in. But maybe... if we're talking more parallel universe AU rather than full genre/setting swap AU... one where he never left home? Because while I will always believe leaving was the best option for him, I don't know if things would have necessarily gone as badly as he thought they were heading...

What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

everything um. leading on from the last question I guess ahaha... The bit that hasn't happened yet in the story. And again, not the leaving itself. I think leaving is the best thing he ever did for himself. But I feel ~a little guilty~ for the misunderstandings that lead up to it at least the way I have it planned because I haven't finished writing it yet so that might change I guess lolololol. That, or having him forget just why Ailos seems to hate him so much. Because it informs so much, not just of their relationship but so much of who they both are and how each of their lives came to be the way they are, but to Tay it all just seems so entirely without rhyme or reason. It's like an elephant in the room between them, but one Tay can't overcome because he doesn't even know it's there, and Ailos can't see past it nor work around it, and Tay not even knowing it exists only makes him all the more bitter. (which, like, not to excuse anything lmao, just. ya know. something something hurt people hurt people something something.)

Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

lmaoooooooo. Tay? noooooo. never. jealousy? what's that, even? asdfghklkshhhh. I don't know if he necessarily ever recognises feelings of jealousy for what they are, at least not immediately without time to actually think about it, but yeeeeeah. It is definitely not an unusual response lmao. Jealous lil bean lashes out, usually at whatever he most considers to be the root cause of his pain (I'm so sorry Eve I woulda dragged my boi to apologise right away I stg 😭) And speaking of, manifesting as a rather strong sense of possessiveness lmao.

What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

Happiness. He doesn't trust it. Like, real happiness, not just momentary glee at getting whatever he wants/needs in a particular moment or a plan working out for him, but true, actual-to-goodness happiness and feelings of contentment. It feels like a trap waiting to spring. So he fights it.

What is your favorite thing about your OC?

Despite all his flaws, his ability to overcome. He's so broken, and he deals with a lot of things so poorly, but he's still trying. Still surviving, still trying to find a place in the world when I think so many would have just given up and accepted defeat. And that deep down, even if he doesn't indulge in it or trust it, he still has a heart, and hasn't lost all his humanity (or the fae equivalent? lmao) along the way.

#ask my characters #Tayuin Eth'salin #maybe one day I will have actual banners again #but today is not that day 💃🏻

[darling-obsessed]

darling ask game answers nobody asked me for part 1

I forgot to credit the sweet lovely darling beloved @yourofficiallover I'M SORRY

💞 what is your ideal yandere?/top 2 traits of a yan

Obsessive and possessive for sure! I like people with a dominant personality, but I'm not picky honestly.

💘 Are you a darling to anyone right now? (That you are aware of)

nuh uh 😞

💝 what’s the most fulfilling thing a yandere could do for you?

I really like stalking 🫣

💕 how long would it take you (in approximation) to grow equally attached to a yandere?

Probably a while. I like being on my own mostly; that's just how I am

💗 what could someone do that would make you instantly fall?

I'm not sure! Showing me you're interested definitely helps

💔 in your opinion, what’s the worst trait a yandere can have? (ruthlessness, apathy, etc.)

Apathy. I want to be loved and cared for, even if that love isn't "normal"

❤️‍🩹 have you ever been truly fulfilled by a partner?

I've never had one 😔

🩶 how much would you change about yourself for your yandere?

I am comfortable with who I am. I am willing to make some changes for my yandere if they wish me to but we can discuss it

💓 who is someone you can’t live without? (in a platonic way)

My mom. She means the world to me

👫 do you have a gender preference?

I don't think so. I've never really thought about it before

⛓️ would you be okay with being locked up?

ABSOLUTELY!! If someone told me they wanted to lock me up and keep me away from the world I'd simply let them

🔓 how much of your life would you be okay with someone controlling?

A moderate degree. You could monopolize my time and I'd be like "oh ok" and let you do as you pleased LMAO

🏃 what would you do if your yandere let you go?

I don't know! I'd probably be sad but I'm not the kind of person to beg others to stay with me

👀 would you allow someone to stalk you? (as if you have a choice…)

If someone told me they had been stalking me for the past 843257 years I'd be so happy you don't even have a CLUE

💊 which kidnapping method do you think about the most?

Simply being nabbed off the street. Drugging is fun but I am also scared of losing control of my body LOL

🩸 what’s the worst way a yandere could hurt you? (be it physical or psychological)

Physically hurting me. I'd prefer not to be hurt that way.

🪄 if you could turn one fictional character into a yandere for you, who are you choosing?

CHROLLO LUCILFER I DON'T EVEN WATCH OR READ HXH. There's a yandere writer who writes him VERY well and that's how I fell in love with him

✍️ how did you get into the yandere/darling community?

I just kinda appeared one day 😳

✈️ can you handle long distance relationships?

I can! I don't mind having something in person or online.

🗣️ how is your usual dynamic around people you see as love interests?

I can't really answer this because I've never really seen anyone as a love interest. I really hope that changes one day

👁️ how often do you look for a yandere? do you go out of your way to find one?

SO OFTEN but alas. I am shy and don't want to overstep any boundaries

🧩 what’s an object you can’t live without?

My laptop... My friends and hobbies are on it

#darlingcore #irl darling #irl yandere #obsessive love #yandere community #darling ask game

[pbs-theundeadmaggot]

₊°✧︡˗ˏˋ❤ˎˊ˗ 𝖩𝖺𝗇𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗒 ₊°✧︡˗ˏˋ❤ˎˊ˗

I hope everyone has had an amazing start to the new year, I know it can be tough and January lowkey sucks but it will get better! 2022 for me was a long year of recovery and somehow I'm kinda clean (although I still don't know how to feel about it, especially when people comment on how much 'better' I'm doing but I'm taking it a day at a time.) Anyways, I kinda feel like 2023 might be a good-ish year so I hope it is for you too <3

ps. I know this list is early but I'm like a toddler who gets to excited to wait for anything and ruins it, so here is the early but one of my favourite rec lists to make. (idk why but it was particularly fun this month lol)

this year I'm also gonna try putting out some decent content starting with my fics (available here). I'm currently only writing for Steve and Eddie from Stranger things but in the future I may try writing for other fandoms (the Xavier Thorpe fic was a self indulgent piece idk if I'll carry on writing for him though), I'd really appreciate anyone to give feedback and reblog cause it keeps me motivated (pls I'm actually begging for some attention lmao my last two fics have got like zero attention and I genuinely don't know if I'm a shit writer or something else lmao, pls even if you hate it lmk! I'll take anything atp).

anyways... ignore my rambles as always, the last piece of news im sharing is my new series I'm starting soon! where I'll be diving into the history of metal and what it means to the community etc so if thats something you'd be interested in you are more than welcome to join the army of maggots I've got going on (I say an army but I'm pretty sure it's just me lol).

[please respect writers terms, I am not responsible for what kind of content you consume but please be aware that minors will be blocked if they chose to interact with 18+ content.]

more fic recommendations available here

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚｡˚ ⋆ -- 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖧𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗈𝗇 -- ⋆ ˚｡⋆˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

The mixtape detectives by @babyrunsforfanfic

Want me like I want you by @beezywriting

Under the covers by @stevesbabysittingservice

Hey Steven by @munsonsreputation

If you loved me (why’d you leave me?) by @1986harrington

When we are together by @foreverromanticising

I’m never going to dance again, the way I danced with you by @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone

Love as sweet as honey (and lover I’m hungry) by @stevebabey

Time after time by @musingginger

Sharing secrets by @livingintheupsidedown

A virtual romance (new series!) by @justmeinadaze

Tis the damn season (series!) by @katyswrites

Bad at love by @loveshotzz

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚｡˚ ⋆ -- 𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝖬𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇 -- ⋆ ˚｡⋆˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Need you tonight by @sebuckyverse

Flipped by @ashwhowrites

Bottom of the bottle by @fanficsgal0re

New sensation by @darkdarkroom

Fooled round & fell in love (series!) by @bimbobaggins69

Lavander haze by @munsonsreputation

I think I’ve loved you forever by @cinemaquinn

Something new by @newlips

In the middle of nowhere (ongoing series!) by @sweetpeapod

Mine and yours by @muertawrites

Morning coffee by @jamdoughnutmagician

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Side effect by @delaber

cherry blossom by @buckycuddlebuddy

Everyone’s watching him (but he’s looking at her) @writing-for-marvel

Shouldn’t have gone by @imyourbratzdoll

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚｡˚ ⋆ -- 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝖫𝖺𝗎𝖿𝖾𝗒𝗌𝗈𝗇 -- ⋆ ˚｡⋆˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Chocolate & promises by @michelleleewise

lost prince (ongoing series!) by @xxntiimulti

For better or for worse (ongoing series!) by @wheredafandomat

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚｡˚ ⋆ -- 𝖷𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗉𝖾 -- ⋆ ˚｡⋆˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Flower power by @pythonees

Siren song by @wintervalewritersecond

Rumors by @yourmidnightlover

Kiss me and shut up by @elysianrogers

Invisible string by @mntalbrakdown

Foxglove to adorne thy dells (ongoing series!) by @nevermoremagic

Something that we’re not by @profound-imagination

Artists collide by @shesluxurious

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚｡˚ ⋆ -- 𝖱𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖢𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗇 -- ⋆ ˚｡⋆˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

So gorgeous it actually hurts by @folkloreslovechild

#eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #steve stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things x reader #loki fanfic #loki god of mischief #mcu loki #loki au #loki imagine #loki laufeyson imagine #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #marvel imagines #wednesday #wednesday fanfic #wednesday imagine #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe oneshot #outer banks imagine #obx

[jakelcckley]

omg the leftovers hcs were amazing 😭💙 you're an amazing writer

How do you think the moonboys would react if they found you having fast reflexes? Like if one of them was clumsy steven and dropped something but you caught it unnaturally fast. (My brother has fast reflexes and my sister always throws stuff at him to catch his off guard lol)

omg thank you so mucchhh!! I used to write fanfics before (especially harry potter fanfics lmao) but I stopped because of my grammatical errors. And hmmmm, fast reflexes, eh? Let's see what could I come up with how it happened and how each of them reacts:

Steven: was awestruck of how fast your reflexes are. It first happened when you were just passing by at the national museum. He looked like one of those tour guides and you went up to ask him what the etched symbols in the clay tablets meant (because you were in a museum, and the least thing that you could do is actually learn the background and history that you have zero knowledge of, right??). He looked like a deer in the headlights at first but after a few seconds of awkward silence, he gave you the rough translation of it and you were amazed by his ability to translate the symbols and how much information he holds about the history of Egypt. You commended him for it, and he has gotten all shy and fidgety. His name is steven (as you read out from his badge) and it turns out that he's not a tour guide and he handles the gift shop within the museum. His stuttering behavior alone is enough to know that he is not used to receiving praises and being under the spotlight. Due to steven's erratic movements; unbeknownst to him was there's a hundred year old ancient looking jar behind him with just a single fragile pillar as a stand. it really looks like one of those artefacts that was not supposed to be left alone without a glass case. Before you know it, you moved in a light speed manner and caught the heavy, scary looking jar on your hands just in time before it tilts completely and fell off to the floor. Steven was frozen and wide-eyed in fear, and all he could see that time is his love of his life saving his arse from being fired.

Marc: didnt mind it at first after steven recounted the story of your meet-cute with him in the museum and how steven was engrossed to you already even after the management still fired him. After being together with them for almost a year and after the whole incident of harrow summoning ammit: you have successfully insisted marc to bring you in a mission after he lost the bet between you two; and what happened after, it left marc dumbfounded. The mission was already going sideways as soon as marc realized that the target had already become aware of your presence. Marc couldn't reach you any faster and the target had unexpectedly thrown a ticking time bomb to where you are standing. He watched you turn around to catch the ticking bomb with your hand at lightning speed. it was just in time before it countdowns into zero and you have thrown it back with all of your might to the target where it successfully landed and exploded. Marc was stunned after witnessing how quick your reflexes are, even Khonshu shuts up for the first time. Steven took granted of Marc's stillness and fronted to cheer and shower you with praises for how good that was. After that night and when you two reach home, Marc finally shows up and kisses you roughly before his kisses turned mellow and soft, almost apologetic. Marc still couldn't believe what happened back there and he promised that he won't bring you any more in his missions because he fears that your life is in peril every time you are out of his sight and your reflexes might not be enough to keep you alive in the long run. Marc couldn't bear the idea of losing you and he will blame himself forever if that happens.

Jake: was the other persona who you have not met yet properly, but you are kinda aware of. You became used to the nights where you are suddenly awoken at 2 am because of the lack of warmth coming from the other side of the bed. The only traces left by your partner on your home were the creases in the pillow and sheets. it's already 4 am and you couldn't sleep anymore because of the uneasiness on your stomach ever since you woke up, and jake or whoever fronted in the middle of the night is still nowhere to be found. Instead, you tried to distract yourself by sitting at the kitchen and turning your laptop on. you decided to check your email that was bombarded with emails coming from secure and encrypted networks. Minutes later after scrolling and opening some of the emails, you instinctively tuned out the eerie white sound of your apartment before swiftly moving out of the chair and landing behind the kitchen counter to hide. Your eyes traced the knife that pierced through the wooden kitchen cabinet above the kitchen sink. It was thrown at your direction when you were (stupidly) sitting with your back at the open. A slow and heavy clap resounded in the silence of your flat and you cautiously stood up to see who it was. Unmistakably, it was jake who entered the apartment through the window with a dangerous smirk plastered on his face. He opened his mouth and a hoarse rough voice filled the tense air, "eres muy rapida, corazón. Muy buena en ocultar tu identidad también." (You're very fast, sweetheart, very good at hiding your identity too) Jake says, "how about coming with me on a ride, agent?"

THAT WAS SUCH A RIDE OMG. IM SORRY IF IT TOOK ME A LONG TIME TO RESPOND AND IT FELT LIKE THIS WAS A REACH??? I'm sorry if it's not what you expected but it ended up with the reader as a secret agent and a trained ex-assassin, it is the only explanation why you have unnaturally fast reflexes. jake leaves every midnight and he uses his connections to gather information about you.

thank you so much for reading and sending me this!!! I had a great time imagining this whole thing and this is the result of it lol. I apologize if there are any grammatical errors, i also used google translator for jake and I apologize if there are errors in that translation. I am open for corrections, and i appreciate them 🫶🏼. I will sleep now as it is almost 7 AM from where I am lol.

Thank you once again @avatar-of-procrastination 💥 hope that you like it!

Link to the headcanon about who's more possesive: marc or jake?

Link to the headcanon about our moon boys finding out that you ate their leftovers.

#moon knight #fanfic #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvels moon knight #khonshu #moon knight fanfic #moon knight headcanon #moon knight fanfiction #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #oscar isaac #headcanon #moon knight imagines #moon knight imagine #jakelcckley: inbox #jake lockley x you #steven grant x you #marc spector x you #marvel cinematic universe moonknight #mcu fanfiction #mcu headcanons #mcu imagine #moon knight fic #moon knight x reader

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w🥚w egg landed!

hello again amazing writer <3 it is i, the silly 🥚 again <3 do not mind my unneeded entry i just thought it was funny.

anyway! lately, people have been shoving obey me in my face and i started to miss them again. my boys. my lovely lovely boys.

so i came in at lightning speed to humbly request from you some obey me content. >:)

do you think, that mayhaps you could do some.. headcanons? or just short drabbles of diavolo, beel, satan and mammon with a male!reader s/o who is mayhaps shorter than them— ahem face in chest height ahem aaaaand their favourite things to do with you? just like anything, in their free time, dates, whatever comes to mind!

sfw or nsfw is fine, as long as my bois are there. hihi. thank you <3

Finally someone who reads my fandom list!!!! A breath of fresh air. I haven't written for OM in a long time - I think my last fanfic for it was on Wattpad, before I purged my account because I was sick and tired of being picked on by 13 y/o kids lmao.

You have good taste my yolky friend. Diavolo and Satan were among my top favorites!! Man, typing that has made me realize just how fucking strange OM is. I'm sure my ancestors would be proud of me.

Enough existential dread for now. The egg is here and it's time to fry him. But like, positively. Am I funny yet?

Various X Short Male Reader

Favorite thing to do with you headcanons - SFW

Diavolo

⋄ This man is just a big puppy. A big, demonic puppy who also happens to be royalty.

⋄ He honestly adores doing just about anything with you, but has a particular fondness for trips to the human world with you. Diavolo lived a very sheltered childhood, so just about anything excites him.

⋄ Since he's the heir to the throne of the Devildom, he's aware that he's technically not supposed to be involved in a relationship with anyone. Particularly not some human guy.

⋄ But Diavolo doesn't care!

⋄ His favorite thing to do with you is to go to the human world. You tell him about all sorts of things as you walk along, occasionally dragging him to places you enjoy.

⋄ He loves seeing you get excited about anything, even if it's as simple as a flock of ducks chilling in the park.

⋄ He's tall as fuck, and definitely enjoys picking you up to just carry you places.

⋄ You point out things you think he'd like, and he always likes them.

⋄ His personal favorite is when you bring him to any sort of outdoor market. There's always so many things to look at, and it's never the same twice in a row. He still has a cute little figurine of a bird you got him once.

⋄ It sits on his desk, and he considers it his royal advisor. It holds his pens.

Beelzebub

⋄ Most people anticipate that I would put something related to eating here. And they're half right to be honest!

⋄ Whenever you have a lot of free time on your hands, you go out and get the stuff you need to cook. Just anything, really. You've taken to cooking typical foods in the Devildom and adding your own little spin to them.

⋄ And guess who's there with you, giving you expert culinary advice?

⋄ That is absolutely right, it's Beel himself. He knows just about any meal in existence, and how to make it. He's been around for a very long time, what else is he gonna do?

⋄ The shopping trip usually starts with both of you walking together, and ends with you sitting in the shopping cart directing Beel on what to buy. While keeping him from bankrupting you by buying too many snacks.

⋄ When you get back to the House, you spend however long cooking whatever you decided on... And goofing around a little in the process.

⋄ Beel may love food, but he loves you more.

⋄ He just really likes those moments with you, because you always get so keenly focused on what you're doing. If only you put that much attention into studying.

⋄ Beel also likes the part where he gets to eat whatever you made together. Sometimes it's amazing, sometimes it isn't.

⋄ Whatever the result, you had fun. That's all that matters in the end, really! And the cleanup, of course, otherwise Lucifer would have a field day punishing you. That's no fun.

Satan

⋄ He's a very simple guy. His favorite moments are the quiet ones.

⋄ Satan simply adores when you just kind of... Hang out. Existing in the same room is enough for him, because your presence is very comforting.

⋄ He loves when you just kind of... Show up. And lay down on him.

⋄ Sometimes you talk, and it's usually about whatever you'd been reading recently or some silly little story about your day. He's eager to listen.

⋄ Satan wants to hold you in his arms, just share a comfortable silence with you. On days when either of you are feeling down, you'll often just lay in bed together. Sometimes you don't say anything.

⋄ Other times you ask him to talk, about anything. Just to get your mind off everything the world is doing to you. He'll happily ramble until you're feeling better, even if it's a story he's told you a thousand times before.

⋄ On one occasion, you take him to your favorite human world cat cafe for a coffee date. He's absolutely thrilled to be with you, while also being surrounded by cats.

⋄ Really, just being with him is enough for him. He's a simple man.

⋄ He also enjoys studying with you! Sure, nobody really likes studying, but studying with someone else is a lot more fun.

⋄ Satan is incredibly happy he gets to call you his boyfriend, and his favorite times are... Well, the peaceful times.

Mammon

⋄ Bona fide criminal.

⋄ Mammon was your first!! He was the demon who took care of you when you first showed up in the Devildom, and he's very proud of that fact.

⋄ His favorite times are the times where you acknowledge how amazing he is. We all know this man is in desperate need of praise and approval, and you just shower him in it.

⋄ You call him out when he's being a fucking moron, but you also defend him from his brothers when they're being particularly nasty. You, a tiny human man, against six all-powerful demons.

⋄ Seeing you stubbornly argue with Lucifer is his favorite thing. Because it just reminds him that he's very lucky you happened to get picked for the exchange program.

⋄ Another favorite is when you two conveniently skip class together and get up to fun shenanigans. Of course, you keep him from doing anything too idiotic, but you're willing to do some stupid shit together.

⋄ Whilst also keeping him from blowing all his money on a stupid bet he'd never win.

⋄ While a little rule-breaking is high on his list of amazing things about you, his big big favorite is when you kiss him. You're short compared to him, and he loves to scoop you up and kiss you whenever you ask.

⋄ Sometimes you pull him down instead, and it always catches him off guard.

⋄ He just really likes having a point of contact. He'll compare the size of your hands, keep an arm around your waist, ruffle your hair... It's just reassuring to be near you. But kisses are his favorite.

Me resisting the urge to post a picture of my cat because I wrote about cats. But I don't have any good pictures of them and I wrote these headcanons sitting in my car waiting for my shift to start.

Anyways enjoy egg!!!

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