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forgetminot · 1 year

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hii!! just wanted to say its so cool to see a writer with pots and cfs, I have both too! I totally understand those and im sending u lots of spoons 🫶 if ur up for it could u please do something fluffy with rick or daryl taking care of an injured reader? thanks so much!!

My Hero.

♡ Daryl Dixon x !gn reader ♡

[ Warnings : Injury, angst, killing of a deer, profanities, established relationship, very sweet Daryl, fluffff, slightly proof read ]

Author's Note : awwe, sending you lots of spoons right back!! SOO, i might have gotten carried away with this... The start is how the reader gets injured, so it's slightly angsty and the end is full of fluff; like the most fluffy stuff I have written.

Summary : You get injured while out hunting with Daryl, he fixes you right up and makes sure you are okay.

You liked to think you were getting better at hunting, you started off in the beginning by watching Daryl from afar, trying not to spook him or the animal he was tracking. The further into the apocalypse you got, you crept your way into Daryl's walls and he'd let you tag along once or twice. Now? He refused to go anywhere without you.

"It looks like deer markings, right?" You question as you study the footprints in the mud.

"Mm, yer' right." Daryl nods, continuing to follow the trail. You follow closely behind as you both make your way through the forest, pushing branches out of the way as you go. Daryl stops suddenly, placing his hand in front of you to slow you. "Over there, see it?"

You smile as the deer steps into view and you take your bow from your back, drawing up a shot. Deep breath in. You release the string and the arrow flies through the air with force, hitting the deer square in the neck and it falls to the ground with a thud.

"Nice shot, you're getting better at tha'" You thank Daryl before heading towards the deer, the leaves rustling beneath you.

"Do you think we can get-" You let out a harsh scream as you step straight onto the plate of a bear trap, the sharp jaws digging into your ankle; your bow dropping to the ground and you fall to your knees in pain, hands clawing at the metal around your leg.

"Shit, Don't move!" Daryl is by your side in seconds, hands cupping your jaw as he tilts your head up to look at him. "Deep breaths." You breathe in deeply, holding your breath and then releasing, tears streaming down your cheeks which Daryl is quick to wipe away. "Ya' need to stay calm for me, ok?"

You nod as Daryl bends down to examine the trap. He sighs deeply, looking up at you. "Think I can pry it open." You close your eyes, shaking your head back and forth in panic. "Need yer' to pull your ankle out as soon as I get it open."

Opening your eyes you look down at Daryl, he's staring up at you with panic written all over his face. "Okay" you whisper.

He places both his hands at either side of the jaws and pulls on them harshly. You cry out as the traps jaws leave your wound and you tug your ankle from the trap as it closes with a loud clang. You fall backwards onto the ground, groaning from the pain.

Daryl is already searching through his bag, pulling out any medical supplies you brought with you. You reach for your bag, taking it from your shoulders and handing it to Daryl.

"There should be some vodka in there." Daryl laughs, raising his eyebrows at you in question. "Not like that, it's for medical purposes." You hiss.

"M' sure it is." He places the vodka on the ground beside him as he helps you remove your now destroyed boot and sock; you wince as the fabric peels away from the wound. Daryl picks the bottle back up, removing the cap and throwing it to the side. "It's goin' to sting."

"Just do it." Daryl pours the alcohol over your wound and you scream out in agony as it burns your skin; you grab onto Daryl's shoulder, squeezing tightly as he continues to pour vodka around your ankle. "Fuck, that hurts more than I thought it would."

"Here, drink this." You laugh as Daryl hands you the bottle of remaining vodka and chug it down in one go. "Knew that's why you brought that." You glare at him, pushing him back by the shoulder.

He takes a bandage from the first aid box and carefully applies it around your wound.

"All I can do, ya' definitely going to need stitches though."

"Thank you." You lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, smiling as you lean away. "My hero." You giggle.

"M' no hero." He states.

"I don't see anyone else around here." You turn your head, looking around the forest. "Except for the dead deer..."

"You're a loud screamer."

"What?" You laugh. "Anyone would scream that loud after stepping on one of those things." You motion to the metal contraption.

"Don't think I would." He replies. You roll your eyes at his response, reaching your hand out towards him.

"Help me up?" He takes your hand, placing his other around your waist as he pulls you up and you groan at the sharp shooting pain coming from your ankle. "Please get me back to Hershel."

"Ain't going to abandon you." Daryl scoops you up in his arms, smiling down at you.

"What about the deer?" You question. "Don't forget my bow."

"I'll get em' later." He answers. "Only worry I have is getting you back home safe."

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You wake up in your shared cell, cuddled beneath multiple blankets on your floor mattress; Daryl is beside you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist with his chest firmly against your back. You turn, placing a small kiss against his lips; smiling as his eyes meet yours.

"Hi."

"Hi." He chuckles, pulling you close to him. "How you feelin'?"

"Okay, I'm okay." You say.

"Good." He whispers, kissing your temple lovingly. "You passed out when Hershel was stitching you up."

"That's not a surprise." You grin. "Never have been good with needles."

"I know, told Hershel you would faint. He didn't believe me- Maybe I shoulda' bet on it." He teased.

"Wow!" You giggle. "At least Hershel believed in me."

"Never said I didn't believe in you, I just know you too well." Daryl pulls away from you, sitting up from his position. "Which reminds me, he told me to get him when you woke up." You groan, reaching out and grabbing Daryl's hand.

"Hershel can wait." You say, playing with Daryl's fingers. "Please?" He rolls his eyes, laying back down next to you.

"Fine, five minutes."

"Thank you." You place your hands in Daryl's hair, combing through the knots. "When was the last time you brushed this mess?" You question. He scoffs, looking down at you. "I'm joking!" You smirk.

"Mhm." He hums softly.

"Daryl?"

"Yeah, angel?"

"You're my hero." You tease, staring up at him.

"Told you-"

"M' no hero" You mimic his words from before. "Seriously, Thank you."

"Wasn't going to just leave you there." He states, taking your hand in his.

"I know." You laugh.. "Just take my thank you."

"Fine, You' welcome." He rolls his eyes as you smile up at him, placing your spare hand on the back of his neck and pulling his lips down against yours. "Love you." He whispers into the kiss.

"I love you too."

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silent-sanctum · 1 year

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First Times - Jotaro x Reader

so college has been kicking my ass these past few weeks but FINALLY i got this finished~ Yes I did the soft, intimate smut result from that poll i did a while ago because hey, if im about to debut myself as a smut writer, then might as well start slow ^^ everything after will be mostly rough :D. For now enjoy!

word count: 3.7k+

“And then? What did you do?”

“What that ass deserved- a good kick in the shins. Serves him right for eyeing me like a piece of meat.” You both chuckle at that.

Evenings were spent in bliss as you found yourself often ditching your little apartment room to have sleepovers over at Jotaro’s place when studies weren’t as hectic as a never-ending traffic of responsibilities.

Who could think of the troubles of school work when you are cozy sitting in-between your boyfriend’s legs with your back pressed against his chest, a can of beer in both of your hands as you two sat on the outside porch of his bedroom, hanging out in peace with slow R&B music playing in the background to help with the calm ambience. It was late at night, around 11 when most people now slept, helping minimize the noise outside the two’s peaceful bubble.

Beyond the four walls, the slow autumn breeze brushed past you but you couldn’t care less, not when you were dressed in one of his large shirts and customized gakuran. Aside from that those 2 articles, you didn’t wear anything below but standard “bra-and-panty” undergarments.

You turned to look at his closed eyes and the curl of his lips, likely enjoying the songs being played combined with you in his arms. One could see this rough delinquent and do a double take, unable to process how such “rude” and “aggressive” prick could be this… tranquil and blissfully happy.

Unable to help yourself, you pushed yourself up to plant a quick, soft kiss on his lips, startling the guy out of his trance. He blinked in surprise, faint pink dusting his cheeks. “All of a sudden?”

You pouted as you turned yourself around to wrap your arms around his neck, adjusting a bit so your legs bracketed his thighs. “Mm, can’t help it.” You huffed and peppered a few more featherlight kisses on his cheek, jaw, and throat. “You’re so adorable like this.”

Jotaro raised a brow in intrigue, his large hand coming to softly hold the small of your back to secure you on his lap. “Hm? Like what?” A quiet purr left you as he slowly caressed the length of your back.

“Like…,” You rose an index finger to boop him on the nose. “A big sleeping puppy.”

The delinquent scoffed, albeit with affection, returning your tiny gesture with a soft pinch of your flushed cheek that elicited a yelp from you. “You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

A playful whine as you swatted his shoulder. “You and I know very well that I have a high tolerance to alcohol,” you said as a matter of fact. “Besides, we only drank one can of beer tonight.” You shook your now-empty can to make a point. “I’m just naturally lovey-dovey around you.”

“Don’t need to remind me,” Jotaro said. “But I can’t escape from your annoying little clutches anymore.” He lightly flicked your forehead, to which you let out a surprised “ah” with both your hands coming to hold the area.

“Ya! That’s two fouls right there Kujo-ssi!” You quietly hissed, still pouting. “You can’t just pinch my cheeks and flick my head and not get away with it that easy.”

The raven-haired smirked, putting down his beer and leaning forward until his nose grazed yours. “And what are you going to do about it then, Y/N-san? Tell me.”

“I-I’ll wipe that smug expression of your face.” You fumed at the proximity of his lips near yours, your hands dropping to hold his shoulders. Warming up two-fold, you buried your face on the crook of his neck. “I hate when you smirk like that so close to me.”

Your boyfriend hummed and directed you to look back at him with a gentle tilt of his fingers under your chin, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips. As if on instinct, you sighed and parted them by a bit. “Feels nice when I get you flustered once in a while… is all.” He whispered, gaze hooded and focused.

“That’s my line, you ass,” you muttered back with equally hooded eyes, scoffing a bit before deciding to close the small gap between you two as you slotted your lips with his. A small moan left you as the delinquent leaned more onto the kiss, both his hands now gripping your waist just like your arms were around his neck.

You ignored the clank of your empty can against the mat as you two drew back by a few millimeters, gasping for air before drawing back to each other in a split second with the continuous slide of lips lasting longer than normal.

You felt his tongue prod your lower lip, and with much eagerness, you allowed it entry and yourself a more prolonged soft moan as the muscle met yours. Delightful tingles crept down your arms every time he moved- his hands coming to lightly grip the strands of your hair as he craved for more kisses after every breathless withdraw, the contented tiny purrs he made as you panted against his lips, the miniscule movement of his hips underneath your crotch, to which you unconsciously moved with.

What you would give just to feel this close to your lover every night. To give and receive kisses this much, to be in his strong arms holding you close to him-

Just then, you gasped at something prodding against the fabric of your underwear. You drew back after what felt like 15 minutes with a string of spit still connecting your tongues together. Both you and Jotaro’s eyes remained hooded, catching your breaths with foreheads leaning on each other as you slid your hands down to grasp his tank top.

You giggled. “Someone’s excited.” You took one glance at the area at the area between his legs and saw the prominent bulge hidden inside his pants. With one peck on his nose, you decided to tease him and trailed one hand down his body until it reached the tent.

He bit back a pleased groan as you began to caress him with slow and firm movements. He gripped your hips hard and said, “Y/N, I… I’m not sure if what I know is right…”

“But do you want to, love?” You mumbled, tracing the outline of his covered cock with the tip of your finger. With a single nod, you smiled. “We can take it slow. I’ll be the judge of your craft.”

“Fuck.” Jotaro held the back of your head to nudge you forward to kiss you hard again, immediately using his tongue to send you back into bliss with a muffled moan. You adjusted yourself a bit to wrap your legs around his waist, planting your crotch atop his bulge for you to start sliding against it.

At the same time, you shrugged off his uniform and dropped it to the floor, allowing him to roam your body with his hands, occasionally slipping them underneath the hem of your shirt to graze your warm skin.

Your boyfriend took the initiative to grab your thighs and stand without disconnecting the kiss. Beyond closed eyes, you heard a shimmer from behind you followed by the porch doors to slide close.

Reaching his futon, Jotaro parted back for a moment to gently lower you on top of the sheets. In the next second, you surged forward to pull him back for another heated kiss. Eager, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, letting your hands roam the expanse of his sturdy back until you pulled the hem of his top.

He pulled away, kneeling upright for enough time to remove his tank top and for you to slide your shirt off of you, and toss both to the side, before he leaned down to savor your kisses. Now, with the brush of his bare hard muscles on your soft skin, you couldn’t help but moan and arch your back to feel more of him on top of you.

From time to time, you lightly nudged him back only for you to pepper soft kisses on his eyes, nose, and cheeks. Returning your gesture, he leaned down to trail a couple open-mouth kisses from the corner of your lips down the line of your jaw, until he reached your ear.

There he whispered, “Tell me if I’m doing this wrong…” You gasped out a moan when you felt his teeth nibble the lobe of your ear, kissing it afterward before resuming his path down the column of your neck. You whimpered at the sensation of his lips nipping and sucking your skin, leaving his love marks on his precious canvas.

A sigh was what came next from you as your lover continued to press soft pecks down your collarbones and shoulders. When you felt his fingers glide down your side, you arched your back and allowed him to unhook your bra, slipping them off of you and adding it to the collection of discarded clothes.

A shiver ran throughout your now bare torso, contrasting the fuming warmth of your face and pinked areas of your skin. Jotaro sat back to look at you and you couldn’t help but hide your face behind your hands with a quiet whine. “Oh my god, stop staring. I’m still a bit conscious about… this.”

“Don’t overthink,” he simply said, lowering himself to mutter deep into your ear. “You’re perfect.”

Reassured, you heeded his words and nodded. With an amused huff and another press of his lips on your neck, you jolted as a hand came to hold your breast, lightly kneading it with special attention on your nipple. A string of tiny moans fled your throat as you kept arching, craving the delightful tingles of pleasure from his fondling and the kisses on your neck.

You had your eyes closed the entire time, making the sudden kiss on your perky nipple much more surprising. Your initial yelp turned to a whimpered moan as your boyfriend focused on sucking the bud atop your breast, complete with the swirl of his tongue and the nip of his teeth.

You panted and squirmed under his touch as you grew wetter and wetter with every ministration, the heat in your belly coiling. It didn’t help either when his hand continued to fondle the other while he mouthed your now spit-slicked nipple.

He drew back with a quiet pop and repeated the same on the other side. You encouraged him to continue as you held his head against your chest.

Just as you neared your peak, he left your chest and continued his trail of kisses down the plane of your abdomen, below your belly button, until his lips grazed the garter of your panty. With his hands smoothing over your thighs, Jotaro took the time to look at you, asking for permission.

You couldn’t say anything, too eager and flustered to say something. Instead, you combed through his black curls, nodding once to give him your answer. Wasting no time, Jotaro slid the last of your clothing down your legs, adding it to the pile nearby.

This was it.

Your bare body exposed only for him to see, though the latter had his eyes trained on your pussy lips, as if he was fascinated, for him to see you as a whole. Not that it mattered. He’d take him time admiring you once he’s done with-

A sharp gasp came out of you when his finger traced over your folds with the same featherlight care, the tickling sensations making your breaths coming in short. Just then, you let out a loud moan in surprise, hips bucking up at the sudden contact of your lover’s mouth on your clit.

His low hums paired with the wet sounds of suckling and licking drove you crazy every second, the build-up of pleasure doubling than before. You whined every time you felt the drag of his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves in between your legs to savor in your leaking juices, the vibrations of his quiet sounds adding on top of it all.

“Fuck,” you gasped out squirming, unable to control your impending release. “F-Fuck Jota- Ah!”

Another startled moan echoed throughout his bedroom as one long finger prodded your wet hole, sliding inside a second later with no trouble. You felt it wriggle around, feeling the space around it as if to find something. Nevertheless, the movement alone was enough for your body to grow wetter to welcome its guest.

However, with one curl, you let out one, pitched sharp “ah!”. Through the slurping noise your boyfriend was making with your clit, you felt his mouth curl into a smile as he slowly drew his finger out of you, only to thrust into your heat abruptly in a second.

You widened your eyes and your jaw slackened with a silent scream, your hands gripping his hair tight and your hips bucking wildly, desperate for more. For that sweet release.

Jotaro never stopped tasting your pussy, tongue still lapping you clean, when he added a finger into your hole, followed by another a few seconds later, and with each entry, you just grew wetter and wetter to accommodate the three digits jabbing that sweet spot in you non-stop.

“I… I-I’m gonna… g-gonna- ahh ah ah!”

Like a snap, you offered a muted scream as your eyes rolled into the back, your head thrown back with your back arched, body convulsing to your orgasm.

He leaned back with his mouth and chin glistening, licking his lips as he finally took a look at your entire body- sweaty, flushed, and tinted reddish pink in some areas of your skin. But what really got to him was your expression. The way you had your eyes closed behind your sweat-plastered hair, lips ajar due to your post-orgasmic panting with a thin line of spit trailing from the corner, cheeks fuming warm.

You managed to croak out a whine, opening your eyes a bit to lock his hooded gaze with yours. When he still continued to stare, you decided to entice him with your arms raised towards him, beckoning him close as your hips swayed against the sheets. You whispered, “Come here.”

And Jotaro followed, promptly licking his lips before leaning down to slot his lips with yours messily to accompany the next round of open-mouthed kisses. You let out a quiet moan the second he pulled back for air, connecting back to you a millisecond later. You tangled your fingers through his curls, sliding them down until your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, fingertips brushing his sweat-slicked skin.

With a gasp and a wet pop, your lover pulled back. The shuffling of clothes could be heard followed by a dull thud of fabric on fabric, and when you opened your eyes to see, you gaped at how toned his entire frame was. A solid wall of lean muscle, dipping down to reveal his erect cock with its red, leaking tip.

It was long and thick. And that made your hips jolt up and your hole gushing out, as if it had a mind of its own, wanting that erection in as soon as possible.

“Oh god,” you gasped as Jotaro pressed his forehead against yours, reaching down to stroke his cock before letting its engorged tip tap against your eager pussy and gliding its entire length over your clit. Waves of delightful tingling pleasure swept through you as your breath hitched with every slick thrust.

Just then, your boyfriend stroked himself again with some of its white pre-cum dripping onto your already-sensitive clitoris. As a response, you let out one tiny whine as you parted your legs and began rubbing yourself as means for him to hurry up.

Through his strokes, he reached for his pant pocket nearby with his other hand and fumbled around until he pulled out his wallet and took out a square foil.

Despite the mess that you became, you let out a breathless giggle out of fondness. Was he waiting for the time they’d do it all this time? For him to have a condom ready in his pants seemed to imply so. Jotaro ripped open the foil and immediately slid the covering over his cock.

“Y/N...”

You met his gaze above you as he guided the tip towards your entrance, poking and prodding but never entering. A few teasing dips inside only to pull out shortly after. Your breaths came in hot pants with a mix of eagerness and nervousness. “I’m… putting it in.”

That whole thing. Inside me. Fuck. You locked your arms around his neck and nodded. “Be slow… please.”

He didn’t say anything in return but he took in your words as is and offered a nod. Finally, after what felt like forever, you felt the tip dip inside but this time, it continued further in.

A sharp hiss fled your lips as the slow yet wet drag of his thick length against your warm walls made you full in a way you never felt before. To make it better, you shared the sentiments with Jotaro, who had his eyes shut and his brows furrowed as he bit back his groans with every inch he slid inside.

You felt it continue further deep inside until his hips met yours, his cock completely sheathed inside you. He paused for a moment and leaned onto his elbows, cursing under his breath while you relished in your pants from how full you were with him in you.

It didn’t take long for your walls to accommodate the length inside, loosening itself as more of your juices leaked out of you. You cupped your boyfriend’s cheek and muttered, “You can move now.”

Jotaro took one good glimpse of your hooded eyes and pressed a light kiss on your forehead, before leaning back and drawing out his cock back with an audible wet sound that surely didn’t help your steadily growing pleasure calm down.

Once most of its length slid out of you with its tip still in, he thrusted back in with one sharp motion. You let out a silent scream followed by a string of whines and moans once he began to increase his pace with every thrust, the distinct fwop fwop fwop of his balls slapping against your ass plus the shlick of every rapid slide echoing throughout his room.

At this moment, all lucidity left your mind as you grew to become pliant and dazed from the accumulating pleasure coiling in your belly. Your eyes lost its focus, tears spilling out from it all, and your jaw remained slack leaving your lips open for every gasping moan that you made. Shameless, you locked your legs around his waist and synced your hips with his, wanting to chase your peak.

Your hands gripped the sheets beside you as your body moved along with every pound of his hips into you, your breasts bouncing from the movement. Seeing your tits move, Jotaro couldn’t resist missing the opportunity and dived to take one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling and nibbling on the bud again.

You loudly moaned into the space, arching your back to meet his lips, head tilted back as you became overwhelmed with so much sensation you were receiving. At this rate, you were going to cum in any minute.

Just as you thought of that, your boyfriend’s thrusts turned erratic and his breath grew laborious, grunting louder than before once he left your sensitive nipple alone. He was close. But so were you.

Your moans turned into desperate whimpers and prolonged whines. Hearing your pleas, Jotaro rose to meet you in a sloppy kiss with the mess of uncoordinated tongues exploring inside each other’s mouths. You combed through his sweaty hair with one hand, as the other crept its way down until it made contact with where your hole was stretched around his now-slicked cock.

You and Jotaro pulled back from the kiss with strings of spit still connected between your tongues. Through a blurry vision, you saw your boyfriend grit his teeth as he neared his release. “Jojo…” You whimpered as you slid your hand to your pussy and rubbed it as fast his thrusts. “Jojo I-I’m cumming-!”

You convulsed the second later, back arching sharpy, letting out the loudest moan you could have cried out as you began to shake from the intensity of your second orgasm. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, tongue lolling out unable to keep yourself in check.

Your lover slammed himself into you over and over again with no sense of rhythm present, and all you could do was let out weak whimpers as you began to feel overstimulated from his harsh thrusts. “F-Fuck I’m gonna-“

Through your sleepy haze, you uttered out a quiet and pitchy phrase, enough to send him off the edge. “Cum for me baby.”

As simple as that, Jotaro dropped his head onto the crook of your neck, groaning loudly into your shoulder as his hips slammed into you one more time before stilling inside, the warmth of his cum felt through the latex surface of the condom.

The noise from your first lovemaking simmered into a quiet panting of breaths, his and yours. While he still reeled from his first orgasm, you raked your fingers through his damp curls and held him close to you.

Sensing you, Jotaro took in a deep breath and pulled himself back together, albeit in a mess. He raised himself up until he found your lips, wanting to kiss them one last time with more gentleness than the ones prior.

Minutes later, he got up and eased himself out of your now puffy hole- making you hiss at the sensitive drag- discarded the cum-filled condom, and returned and adjusted both of your sweaty bodies until the two of you lay on your sides, spooning.

“How was it?” He uttered into your ear, traces of sleep beginning to kick in.

“Not bad,” you nuzzled your face into the pillow, closing your eyes wanting to sleep. “For a first timer.”

“You say it like you’ve done this with someone else before…”

You huffed and reached down to hold his hand that’s wrapped around your waist, securing you to him. “You’re my first, don’t worry you loving grump.”

Jotaro grumbled and buried his nose into the nape of your neck, eliciting a quiet giggle from you. “Just go to sleep.”

“No need to tell me twice.”

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo

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teklarn · 3 years

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𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

character(s): katsuki bakugou x gn!reader

a/n: this is just a projection of how i fell honestly ngl loll. i’ve been writing since i was 4 and i just cannot seem to capture evil inside of good or good inside of evil but this is the closest i got to it. honestly this is kinda just a vent post in a way im in a bad mood rn writing is literally the only healthy coping mechanism i have lmfao

reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

summary: y/n is beginning to lose themselves to evil, and bakugou is trying to save them and bring them back

genre: angst

warnings: cursing (more than usual at least), reader is a villain, some controversial topics because the reader is a villain, reader is an author and quirkless, bullying, bad childhood etc, neglect, reader is an antihero, reader also goes a lil insane, not proofread

word count: 2,737

requests are open! i would like to expand who i’m writing for, so please request any character listed under this masterlist

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you were a humble writer who came from a household that wasn’t the most ideal, but still not bad enough to be...well, bad. in other words, one could call your tragic backstory morally grey.

there comes a point in everyone’s life where they contemplate whether or not they are good or evil. children were selfish, taking and thinking only of themselves, but still feeling more empathy for anyone. (if they were raised right, that is.) teens wanted only to be held—to be understood, more than anything. adults simply wanted to live their lives, but everyday life developed into something harmful for the world.

of course, you still had love for your family. they’re family, right? but all they did was pick and point at the bad, but still took care of you. did the bare necessities

writing was the only way you could cope. through some kind of art, you found you had found yourself in between words, in the paper pages of books, relating and understanding the bad guy.

what was so bad about villains, anyway? both heroes and villains. they both thrived off of violence, lived and breathed it. how different could they be?

your fingers lingered on the keys of your laptop, searching for the right letters to press to create the right words to form the perfect ending to your manuscript. you changed to another pen name after you and bakugou had a falling out. changed your whole identity, but the world would know you as this. know you as, not what you wanted to be, but who you really were.

cruel. honest. alive.

leaving your old life had been your first breath of fresh air in forever. you breathed a new life. a new hope, for yourself. whoever said thinking that you needed to be a little bad was a selfish thing to do? no, whoever said that letting yourself be bad was a bad thing?

you had lived the majority of your life repressing your emotions. the weight on your chest growing heavier each day. even burdens shared were taken away by the other person by a simple agreement, and suddenly it was about them again.

narcissist. selfish. evil. twisted.

the names your friends called you when you stopped being who they wanted you to be no longer stung. you agreed. strongly.

you were less of a villain and more of an antihero. you’d never lay a finger on a innocent child, for they haven’t been molded into shape and intoxicated by hero society yet. however the rest of civilization was at your feet, groveling for forgiveness.

trying to be a hero had only worsened your ‘condition’. yes, some even deemed you insane. but you’d never thought clearer.

kirishima banged against the glass wall, hand hardened to its full extent. “let us go, y/n.”

you twirled around. “mm?”

bakugou touched your shoulder. “this isn’t right, y/n. you know it isn’t.”

you swallowed, unblinking at his sincere tone. “and since when have you been so empathetic to society? you, of all people.” you let out a joyless laugh. he did not cringe at your villainous antics, nor did his face scrunch up in an angry grimace. you could see in those pathetic eyes...he wanted to help you.

dear dynamight wanted nothing more than you help you.

“don’t even try.”

They would wonder. Those who would read your book. Those who you would rule over. They would wonder how you, a quirkless nobody, had landed themselves in the hero course, had slowly rose their way to the top and made a golden world bleed red.

You were a fresh start for everyone. A society managed by heroes would always be managed by an unfair system. Resentment grew in the hearts of those born with an unfortunate super power, yet heroes called society equal.

Fighting for the rights of everyone, yet the villains always end up behind bars.

“I have to, y/n.”

“You have to try now? Because i’m oh so bad? Please bakugou, don’t force it.”

You’d finally been heard. After all this time, words you feared you would be judged for saying were coming out.

‘Talk to me, you can tell me anything,’ is what people tell you to make you feel comfortable in a relationship. However, can you really trust that?

“Don’t be dumb, blondie. This! Forcing all this kindness.”

The rest of your former classmates banged on the glass of their containment cells, tugging at the nullifying quirk collars strapped to their necks.

Your eyes went cold. Dead. “you’ve never been kind, bakugou. Don’t pretend to be a hero now. Don’t forget that you’re just as much a villain as i. It’s you who followed all might’s toxic standards. You’d rather push other people down than admit your own weaknesses. You would rather stand by and have a panic attack about your fragile ego while others are begging to be heard. All you’ve ever been is praised. Have you forgotten your cruelty towards me?”

No. of course bakugou remembered. How he’d taunted and teased you to no end. He’d found joy in how you’d trembled before him, quaking with your books clutched to your chest, shivering under his gaze.

If deku didn’t take his punches anymore, someone had to. But eventually, you two developed into something bittersweet.

Stolen moments, a few kisses here and there. Nothing hurt too much. Hurting was part of the passion.

Bakugou made sure you never felt numb. He made sure to provide you with an interesting relationship, filled with color and shades of red and romance and love. His affection was poison, and you had drank every last drop. You were drunk on all the things he made you feel.

For the one you love, you would die. Anyone would. Anyone intoxicated enough would leap off a cliff at the mere illusion of their lover falling down.

“You’re a joke,” you bit.

“I still see something in you.” he grabbed your arm.

“In me?”

“Yes. i see hope. A future, with me.”

“There is no future for heroes like you, bakugou.”

“Heroes like me?”

“Heroes like you will fail, because a quirkless nobody like me will make sure you do.” it’d taken you forever to worm your way through the ins and outs of this nauseating justice system. For the past three years, you’d nodded politely at pros, clapping your hands like a giddy fan, fawning over your least favorite heroes.

You’d brought everyone up and succeeded in bringing them down. When you know someone so well, you know exactly what to say to make them believe one thing.

You wanted to tear hero society in two. Rip it apart and leave the pieces scattered on the road to be run over, stepped upon.

Giving them a taste of what it’s like to be below would be fun.

“i am a villain,” you stated blandly. “there is nothing you can do to change that except try and stop me. you’re in luck. as all stories go, just because you’re a hero, you’ll win. it’s inevitable, is it not?”

bakugou paused, swallowing. “y/n, please let them go.”

you sighed happily. “i’m letting myself go. i can’t stand keeping everything in anymore, but none of you seemed to care. again, they’re more important.” you spread your arms out, gesturing to the heroes locked in their cells like kenneled dogs. “you’d rather stand here, pathetic, and beg me to let them go? when they’re in the slightest bit of trouble, you’d help them. but me? i’m knee deep in pain and-”

“enough with the self-pity, you selfish brat,” kirishima spat at you behind the glass.

“i’m not pitying anyone. maybe you all, a little bit. it doesn’t matter what you think of me, because those thoughts will not matter once the breath is torn from your lungs.” you stabbed a finger at his chest. “leave me alone, bakugou. you are cruel. you are selfish. and i hate you.”

people have only ever cared for themselves. society is broken in such a way where it is impossible to glue it back together. it isn’t that the pieces of the earth are too small to glue back together. there are fragments missing.

people exiled their second chances and then had the audacity to question why the world failed them.

your fingers smashed on the keyboard, the world running blood red around you.

backspace.

hit the keys.

backspace.

it wasn’t coming out right.

no words could explain your anger. no fixation of letters could bring you the satisfaction of expressing your feelings in a way that made everyone guilty, everyone angry.

it wasn’t self pity you wallowing in. you were drowning in rightful anger. you tore at your scalp.

it was insanity, but you were not crazy. your mind was still a cage, and you wanted to come out. it was painful. more emotionally than physically.

you wanted to smash your head to the ground, drive a knife through the wall and scream until your lungs bled and your throat burned.

you were lonely, misunderstood, and tearing yourself apart. still, your emotions remained invalidated. not because there was nobody around.

everyone was still here, right? they could see you, they could watch you in your pain.

the agonizing, gut-wrenching ache in your heart. no expression, no amount of writing an rewriting, nothing would be good enough.

perhaps the best way to understand you would be to say nothing. instead, just holding you would be enough.

telling you ‘it’s okay’ did nothing. it was not okay.

you just wanted someone to tell you they were here for you and be serious about it.

“let them go, y/n! please! this is selfish. you know it is. we can help.”

“no, bakugou. i waited years. years and years and years for someone to try and communicate with me. heroes make villains, did you know that?”

bakugou pulled you into his chest. “y/n.” he rubbed a hand down your back. “please, y/n. gosh, i’m so sorry. i’m sorry, y/n.”

you shook in his grasp, the tears nearly escaping. for a moment, you considered falling into his arms. apologizing for everything you’ve done. but the hard work would go to waste. everyone already hated you. perhaps bakugou would be the only one who wouldn’t request your immediate execution.

“i’m sorry,” he breathed, chest caving in as he said the words. “i didn’t mean it, calling you selfish. it’s okay. come back to us, now. come back to me, please.” bakugou never begged for anyone. “stay,” he gasped out. “stay. for me, please?”

you lips quivered. “why would i stay for you?”

he shuddered as you reluctantly hugged him back, holding him close. tugging him closer, as if you two could never get close enough. “i don’t know, y/n. i don’t have an answer. not one that will satisfy you.”

you sobbed into his shoulder angrily. you drowned in his strong arms.

“y/n, i want you to stay because i love you so, so much. and i want to be patient with you, and i want to love you when you’re unlovable and when you’re frustrating and when you’re sad. i want to love you when you’re grumpy on monday mornings and when you’re angry with me. when you say you hate me, i will smile to widely because you feel something towards me.”

“i...”

as if bakugou knew what you were going to say, he shushed you softly. “you don’t have to be sorry.”

“tell me more, katsuki.”

you felt him smile against your neck. “i want to love you when you’re insecure. i want to help you love every part of yourself.”

“tell me again, in a different way.”

“i adore you. you’re funny. you’re not annoying, you’re the best person to be with whether you’re happy or sad. i want you to stay so fucking badly so i can be in love with you every single fucking day, y/n. it’ll be okay. maybe not right now, but shit, i will do everything to make it that way.”

you sobbed loudly, sniffling and falling to your knees. your emotions were everywhere. you were angry, hurt, hated, and you were healing. slowly. so, so slowly, but you were being patched up with a few weak words. for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt happy.

people who saw tears endlessly rolling down your cheeks might have said otherwise, but you allowed yourself to lean on bakugou. you allowed yourself to trust him in that moment.

“can you be with me? at least for now?” bakugou rubbed your shoulder, kissing your forehead.

“maybe for now doesn’t sound so bad, bakugou.” you smiled softly, cheeks drenched and stained with tears.

“make it katsuki?”

“can i call you suki?”

“i’ll be your suki until you get tired of me, y/n.”

you blinked, hearing a familiar explosion rattle your shutters. you abandoned your writing station and peeked outside your window to see your former classmates fighting a villain under your influence.

you watched for a bit, eyes glued to dynamight. he’s gotten better. at this rate, perhaps the heroes would take the city back soon.

it was inevitable you would be thrown in jail soon after that, but you were enjoying the chaos right now.

spinning on a heel, you turned and swung your jacket over your shoulders and headed outside.

“i will always be a villain, katsuki. nothing will change that. in the unlikely event i do change, the people would never accept me again.”

bakugou sat down on the bed. the two of you had left the rest of your classmates. “i’ll accept you. i’ll do everything to make everyone else accept who you are-”

you shook your head, letting out a breathy chuckle that held no humor. “no, bakugou. i know these people. you know these people. nobody just accepts a villain. nobody gets used to them hanging around like nothing happened. nobody forgives that easily. no one ever has.”

“you did.”

you scoffed, scurrying off to the restroom to make yourself the least bit presentable. your eyes were puffy from crying, slightly bloodshot. “as you can see, bakugou, i didn’t.”

“you did. that’s what makes you a good person.” he started rambling like an eager fanboy. “all those years of pain, everything. you forgave them and didn’t do anything about their nasty antics.”

“i don’t know if you’ve noticed, but i’m not the best person, despite what you say.”

“you said it yourself, once. forgiveness isn’t a feeling, it’s a choice, right? you don’t always feel good after forgiving someone, you don’t feel better and you don’t let everything go, but it’s the choice of not holding a grudge because you’re deciding to be the bigger person.”

“i was always the bigger person, bakugou. i decided i shouldn’t be around such little people.”

“you’re a good person, y/n. you’re not bad.”

“i know i’m not bad, katsuki. i know that. but i’m not good, either. i just trust that my views are right, even if they’re not for everyone.”

“but-”

“i will always be considered a villain, and you a hero. nothing will change that.”

you stepped out, flicking your wrists to activate the gadgets you’d made yourself. before you stood katsuki, todoroki, and midoriya. two of those familiar faces were alight with boiling rage.

the third had a smirk.

todoroki and midoriya propelled themselves forwards, attacking the villain behind you.

you readied yourself for another battle with dynamight. “we have to stop meeting like this, suki.”

he grinned. “how can i stop when i always get to see you?”

“you’re a hero,” you laughed.

“and you’re a villain,” he finished off.

“you know we shouldn’t be together, right?”

“why? who says love has boundaries? i said i would love you through anything, didn’t i?”

“oh shut up,” you chuckled. “get over here.”

“oh? you want me to put you in jail that badly?” he teased.

“shut the fuck up, you shitty hero.” it was impossible to wipe the smile off your face. he accepted you. truly accepted you. “i’ll have you groveling on your knees for mercy in minutes.”

“i’d like to see you try.”

the two of you charged forwards, twisting romantically in a dual of good and evil, with a gray area reserved just for the two of you known as love.

- - -

ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ, ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴇɴᴛʜᴜꜱɪᴀꜱᴍ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ (ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ!) ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ

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Okay *cracks knuckles* time for a nsfw scenario with Himmel senpai, might be long sorry i tend to run on (or just aged up i aint going to jail (im an artist not a writer have mercy ;;)

Was a calm evening just being next to you, sitting on the plush bed listening to one of his cds. Sitting so close together sides touching,head on his shoulder, with your soft thighs brushing against him he feels like he could combust at any moment

You lean in a bit closer to him and drape one of your legs across his lap. It had been a few months into your relationship so being intimate was still very new for him, he didn't wanna push anything, he didnt wanna hurt or scare you in anyway so even when being so irresistible with the short skirt and thigh highs he holds himself back until you look up to him with asking eyes

"W-would it be alright if I sat in your lap..?" You ask shyly, you wanted to be closer with him and just to feel more of his warmth. His face burned with anticipation, like heaven had answered his prayers, oh how he longed for this wanting a deeper closeness with you. he shyly nodded pulling you into his lap. "Is this alright I just want you to be comfortable..

You nod to him face painted beautifuly blush pink while you wrap your arms around his neck and pushing your forehead to his. You looked so perfect to him, he couldn't help himself from taking you in, his mind was racing he wanted more but he didn't want to take it to far, he and you both were so new but he just cant take it. The way fit so perfectly ontop of him he wants to be even closer.. he wants to intertwine mind, body and soul with you

He eyes your lips then up at you almost pleading to kiss you. You hum in agreement placing your lips on his while shifting your weight giving him a sensation that ran chills down his spine "Mm~ Y/n.. your lips are so sweet my songbird" your body was set ablaze at his words, kissing him deeper feeling every in of his mouth

Pulling away for just a moment to catch your breath panting heavily you couldnt ignore your aching core and his hardning member against it "Haa... Himmel.. something is pressing against me" he went flush he really couldn't help it, your just too much

He looks down almost shamefully "I-I Im sorry Y/N" you kiss him again to hush his worries "Its fine.. I want you just as badly.." you whisper through your breaths as you slowly adjusted yourself to pull of your skirt. Wide eyed and red faced watching you undress he does the same undoing his belt and sliding down his pants

His breath is shaky but he pulls you back on to his lap to kiss you again much more intensely. Allowing his hands to explore and gently squeeze your thighs. You start to instinctually grind against him and the feeling is euphoric "Aa.. Y/n Your so beautiful.. I need you so bad.. may I pleasure you..? He wants to make sure your ready for him the last thing he wants to do is hurt you.

"Yes please.. Himmel I need it now.." you moan out as you grip onto him. He proceeds to gently push your panties to the side and slide his finger through the wet folds as you let out another shaky moan while stuffing your face into the crook of his neck "Dont be scared.. Haa~ please mm!" He pushed his two fingers softly into sending pleasure rushing through you..

"Mmm~ your so tight already and so warm and wet ahh I just wanna feel you already..!" He swiftly pumps and curls his fingers into you hitting that sweet spot so quickly "Mmm..! So good Himme-- right there Aah.. but I think.. I want" you gently grab his stiffened member "This.."

"Nnng.. I do too.. y/n.." he pulls you in for another heated kiss and slowly removeing his fingers from you to hook his fingers on the hem of your underwear, sliding them down admiring the slick that trailed from them. You let your hand stroke him firm and gentle "P-please Aa.. y/n.. its so good.. mm but I need your heat now.. " his heart was pounding and his mind was spinning with need and lust as he held your hips above his erection "Nice and slow.. okay..? He breathes as he slowly lets you down onto him looking into your eyes full of love

Your gasp loudly gripping onto him while he stretches your walls "Haaa.. ! Its so good but nnng.. it hurts a bit.." he softly kisses you filled with passionate to try and comfort you "Shhh we can stay like this for as long as.. Ahh.. you need.." and it was heaven just you sitting so snug on his cock with your wall so warm and snug around him, he could almost feel your heartbeat through it and he wanted to just stay like this for a bit, but the intense urge to rut up into you was creeping in fast

"Mmm Y/n.. you feel so good around me I wanna just stay like this.." His hot breath against you made you shudder and accidentally move your hips into him, you moaned just wanted more. His cock twitching against your sweet spot was teasing you.. "I.. think I can move now.. " He gasp at the sudden movement as intense shock waves of pleasure shot through you both.. "Y/n...! I love you.. Aaa so much please more..!"

Pushing up into you and hitting that sweet spot over and over "I.. I love you too nnng..! I dont know how much more i can.. take!" You breathe shaky while bouncing on him. His grip on your hips and thighs was tight letting himself get lost in them. The way the squeeze around him and jiggle on his lap was everything

"y/n.. my love.. please release with me..!! Im Aaa right there..!! that spiral in your stomach is so tight at this point and with a few more thrust you come onto his lap as he pulls out coming on your sweet thighs

(gonna end it there this got reaaly long im sorry skdjdkdb but sweet ikemen himmel living in my head rent free -💚)

AISYGSKAJSSJ???!!!!!

YEEESS MORE HIMMEL CONTENT 😭😭 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS FOOD ANON HNGGGG AND I LOVE THAT YOU SHOW HOW MUCH HE’S INTO HIS S/O’S THIGHS AJSSJJS

HE’S INTO THIGHS OKAY AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME FROM WRITING THIS

Now imagine you’re riding him while still wearing those stockings, it’s very sexy 👌 but he loves to see your shirt opened as it dangles over your elbows while your bra is exposed to him, and still wearing that mini skirt and thigh highs ✨ that’s a perfection to him

#anon ask #💚 anon #ellianswers #submission #venti brainrot #himmel #himmel x reader

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you-cant-spell-subtext-without · 3 years

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I’m back on my bullshit and we have GOT TO TALK about 13x08 The Scorpion and the Frog; which serves as a good example of why you should not ONLY watch spn episodes with Cas (partially because of that scene I shamefully blogged about earlier - no I will not link that cursed post here). The episode title comes from a fable in which the villain is the scorpion. Interpretations of this fable note its uniqueness lies in the concept that “the scorpion is irrationally self destructive and fully aware of it.”

To quote the scorpion, buddies - “it’s in my nature.”

Anyway, this episode is subtextually predicated on exploring Dean Winchester’s nature and specifically - his bisexuality, and I’m not only saying that because it opens with Dean in his Bi Colors Plaid (that also he wore on his burger date with Cas).

Let’s get started, after the cut!

Season 13 on its face gives me absolute whiplash because it starts widow arc-reunion-TOMBSTONE and then Jack yeets himself off to Chuck knows where so Cas can go out Looking For Him Because Otherwise He Will Definitely Kiss Dean there is no other option for the writers at this point. Sigh. Here, have another shot of Dean anxiously cleaning his gun as he always does when Cas has Gone Off For Reasons -

Anyway, this feels like a filler episode at first, but as always they bury the ENTIRE damn world in it and I am here with my dossier to Unearth It.

Lets start with Bart (demon of terrible nicknames and microagressions) meeting the brothers at Smile Diner to talk about some spell or whatever.

(I am not thinking about the Cherry Pie meta I AM NOT)

THEY HAVE THE AUDACITY to start with these lines immediately introducing the theme of duality, a thread throughout this episode.

BARTHAMUS

Everything. I've been following your careers a long time. You're a real pain in the pitchfork. And the halo. Natural disrupters. We have that in common, you and I. DEAN

Mm. Yeah, we're twinsies.

***MORE DUALITY! But as we know, Dean does not like Bart because He Is A Freakin’ Demon

DEAN

Well, see, here's the thing. When a demon tells us to jump, we don't ask how high. We just ice their ass.

UMMM excuse me Barting Bacting Boices? What is that sexual gaze?

Then we find out that Bart has 1/2 of the spell. They need the other 1/2. Oh, a spell with two parts, you say? [ I am going to scream :) ]

***Also, Dean eats the pie Bart ordered. I cannot begin to explain to you the state of unwellness that I am in regarding how important this is. DEAN NEVER GETS TO EAT THE PIE, remember? But in This Filler Episode, Dean eats the pie. While Sam looks at him with a very quizzical expression. Pie -> what Dean wants but never actually gets -> Dean actively eating this pie. Dean is coming to terms that maybe he can have what he wants.

***I am reminding you again that this is post widower-arc, post-reunion, and especially post-Tombstone. Anyway-

Now we get to Smash and Grab. Not literally even though I want to Commit Such Conduct at this point. We are introduced to two one off characters named

Smash (human/female presenting) - can crack any safe built by man

and Grab (demon/male presenting)- expert in bypassing supernatural security.

Reaching or no, you can’t disagree that when spn introduces one off characters - it is almost always a Narrative Parallel or Mirror.

So we have a human and a demon (and Dean Winchester, a human who has been a demon)

who are experts in cracking open/bypassing something that has been secured and guarded (breaking down walls, if you will).

They also use fake names identifying them as Tools to be Used ( Dean Winchester, the Michael Sword/daddys blunt little instrument)

BONUS:

Dean himself is literally used as a tool in this episode.

So yeah. Smash and Grab are physical representations of Dean’s duality. Human/Demon. Femininity/Masculinity. Dare we say something else, too?

Anyway, Dean is paired with Smash and Grab; Sam is off to idk negotiate weird artifact purchases lawboy style with Luther Shrike, a man who cannot die so long as he never leaves his house (I cannot even begin to unpack this shit; please just sit there and think about it. I’m not even going there here. I CANNOT DISCUSS Luther Shrike RN).

Speaking of things I cannot discuss without halgdhsag;lsa - Smash has very Specific boots (a look overall, really).

DEAN

Hey, Winona. The '90s called. They'd like their shoes back. SMASH

Shh.

***That’s right girl - do not take his shit; he actually LOVES them and is therefore Overcompensating for it with this little jab.

***Dean’s pop culture references and particular attention to the details here Should Not Be Overlooked. 90s! Winona! Ryder!

ANYWAY, then Dean and Smash bond over a caffeinated beverage -

[While Dean is doing a spell, Smash opens a can of drink, takes a mouthful and burps loudly. ] SMASH

Ahh. DEAN

You're weird.

***This scene makes me literally insane. (even aside from Dean living on something named NERVE DAMAGE as a KID. They could have called it anything. You’re saying this wasn’t a Choice)

She chugs a swallow of the drink and burps. Something stereotypically associated with masculinity. Not feminine. Dean’s reaction is that she is “weird” - because she is not acting in a way stereotypically, J*hn Winchester brain-rot patriarchy bullshit-tily associated with Being Female. But also, says the stupid show, they like the same soda. They are The Same. She shares the soda with Dean. HIS FACE WHEN SHE DOES -

Other similarities are addressed throughout the episode (they are working for demons because they have no choice; they don’t discuss feelings/emotions, they both sold their soul, they both This Thing -

DEAN

You know, we could help you. SMASH

No, you can't. I gotta take care of me.

etc. etc.) Smash is absolutely dean-coded.

****Also it’s textually established that Smash thinks Dean is attractive -

GRAB

[looking at Smash] Oh. You said he was just a pretty face. SMASH

Shh.

***But Grab flirts with him too.

DEAN

I will kill you. GRAB

I bet you say that to all the girls.

***sorry, Grab - you won’t get far with Dean, but only because as he mentioned in the beginning of this episode -

Drowley rights.

Now Dean has to put his hand in the mouth of this stone lion thing and all of a sudden he is acting....very-not-like-Dean.

[Dean looks again and takes a deep breath.] DEAN

I… how about this? What if I cut myself, put it on, like, a little piece of paper? We'll just wad it up and throw it in the mouth, okay? Okay.

***Dean Winchester, who has been to Literal HELL, who has been torn apart by hellhounds, who has battled the devil and angels and God’s sister - all at the expense of his own life is now - afraid of spiders. Well, technically he has always been afraid of spiders, but why isn’t ‘he being performative about it At This Time??

***Come to think of it, this sends me right back to how Jackles was playing Dean in 12x11 Regarding Dean THE episode dissecting Dean’s performative masculinity [one day I will clean up and post that analysis sitting in my drafts like a sad hamster]. That makes sense actually, because -> -> ->

that episode and this one are both written by Meredith Glynn. Girl get in I want to torture you affectionately with a barrage of questions.

So here we have Dean and he’s not performing for Reasons, and he’s scared he’s genuinely scared of putting his hand in this stone lion-gargoyle-pig-creature’s mouth and then -

Smash gives him a push.

She gives him a push. I cannot stop thinking about how she gives him a push. A push to go do this thing that he is scared of; his fear being something he was hiding under his performative masculinity. Smash - dean coded dean mirror who does not perform femininity and is ‘weird’ - she gives him a p u s h.

***linking here for the jackting joices that follow.

Now, let’s circle back to Smash’s story; why she is working for Bart in the first place -

SMASH

You think I wanna be here? Like I have a choice? SAM

You made a deal. SMASH

Wow! You think? SAM

You sold your soul. SMASH

And if I could take it back, I would.

there is no reason for this picture here other than I needed you to see the jackting again

***How does the story end for Smash?

DEAN

Take care of you. [Dean glances down at the box, and then at Smash. She sees that Dean has put a lighter on top of the bones.] BARTHAMUS

Alice, chop chop!

[Bart indicates she should get his bones]. SMASH

Yeah. [She grabs the lighter and sets Bart's bones alight. Bart screams as he bursts into flames. ]

***She accepts help and breaks free from the narrative, literally burning it down. The female presenting but not female-performing “weird” ooc representing a side of Dean breaks FREE because she makes a choice. The lighter Dean drops? It’s a push. And she goes with it.

Alice reclaims her story.

(Also, Grab gets ganked. The male presenting ooc; the performative masculinity side; the demon; the darkness; the not-humanity - gets ganked).

Guess what Dean says to Alice when they say goodbye?

DEAN

Hey, Alice. Stay weird.

[I know the peace sign is probably just a Charlie throwback but I’d still like to say duality. Two. ]

Dean’s not just talking to Alice. He’s talking to himself; because the walls have been breached and for once Dean isn’t as scared of being different. Maybe, just maybe, he’s going along with the push. That’s exactly how the episode ends - with Dean feeling a little more hopeful, a little more at peace; a little more Considering he is capable of not only loving Cas but also not hating himself for it.

[until the knowledge that Mary is still alive and the guilt of allowing himself ANY happy thoughts instead of looking for her miserably rears its ugly head in 13x09 and round and round we go but for NOW at least -> ]

DEAN

I'll drink to that.

(oh look Dean is just wearing his henley. It’s almost as if a layer has been peeled back).

tagging @im-shaking-like-milk and @deanwasalwaysbi for letting me ramble on to them while writing this; and @lilac-void because you are always so kind about my stuff :)

#my spn meta #spn analysis #spn 13x08 #bi!dean #destiel #deancas #hellerism #spn #supernatural #spn fandom #spn family #spn meta

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sothischickshe · 3 years

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fave line game

RULES: share your favourite sentence/paragraph from each one of your fics and tag 6 other fic writers to do it too :)

TAGGED by: some very mean ppl! what the FUCK why would you do this?! this question is SO HARD!!?!?!?! @septiembrre @inyoursheets @mego42 @riosnecktattoo

TAGGING: this is such a mean q, i dont know that i can in good conscience foist it upon another human being so extremely v much no pressure but i taggeth @yellowhammerga @peachraindrops @adecila @ejunkiet @lewraea @kenrune which i think is 6 (?) n if youve done it already whoops n also that means u HAVE to go find it n tag me in it so i can see!!! ty!!!

...SERIOUSLY THOUGH WHAT THE FU!!CK, WHY WOULD U ASK THIS JESUS

just thinking abt working out what they’re all called is making me want to go have a nap

ok fuck it let’s go:

The Good Kind:

maybe ‘Or maybe he’s just curious to find out how far he can push her? Beth’s pretty sure she doesn’t want to know the answer to that last question, she’s scared to find out that the answer might be to anywhere.’

(i maintain that if you assume beth had semi public phone sex with rio somewhere btwn leaving his place & the kidnapping, the s2 finale makes more sense)

yourself and others:

mm, ‘When he didn’t flinch at Beth’s surprisingly competent velociraptor impression coming out of nowhere, even Ruby had to admit that she was impressed with Stan’s performance.’

(this is tough for a number of reasons inc. this is the longest one + i love a lot of the dynamics in it, but ultimately: beth puts stan in liar bootcamp is a god tier trope & unrelatedly i definitely understand what a trope is yuh huh)

Even the best laid plans:

ha ‘She started chanting a long ass litany of ‘no’s, like she’d been listening to too much early Destiny’s Child and couldn’t get the song out her head.’

(4eva bless the set designer or whoever decided on the vinyl, without whom this fic wouldnt be)

Bringing down the neighbourhood:

! “Only dangerous if you fuck it up.”

(the GALL)

Uncontrollable notes, from her snowy white throat:

mmmm: His mouth hung open when she added, “And you’re the… miscreant who doesn’t seem to care about his fines.”

(brio + roleplay is a god tier trope)

People can be so cold:

i think: ‘Rustles sound out as he pushes his skull around, carving out previous comforts.’

(i like the phrasing and the ambiguity)

What a sight to see:

probs: ‘Rio's never been so turned on, yet so terrified off the vaguest prospect of a blowjob, at the same fucking time.’

(he’s valid!!)

Through the park and by the tree:

oof idk, maaaaybe ‘She acts fast, pulling an Annie on the originator of that trick – bamboozling and barraging with a thousand and one questions, using her forward momentum to encourage her sister into the kitchen.’

(this fic is SO self-indulgent and i love it haha)

Climbing up the walls:

ha ‘The number of people he’s fucked then shot is zero, which has to be the kinda respectable, solid ratio a person was aiming for.’

(i have slowly come around to the idea that this story is also funny)

A time to refrain (from embracing):

i suppose: ‘It’s not real, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t happening.‘

(i love it as an opening line for this type of story. it’s actually snipped from an original ficton thing which ive returned to a lot over the years, most of which isnt written down, and i ended up using it here but like...i feel like that doesn’t mean i can’t also use it there too!)

Maybe it’s something in the water:

perhaps: She shuffles closer, towards one of his ears, to quietly grit out, “I do not want to pee on, or ugh, be peed on–”

(it’s like the crux of the thing, which is pretty silly, but it cheered me up when i was in need of cheering!)

a time to every purpose (under heaven):

ahhh: “I want to.”

(the joke is, rio mishears/mistakes ‘i want, too’ as i want to’, and it just makes me cackle in context)

It’s a dirty, dirty game but (you should’ve called before you came):

im gonna go: ‘Jane asks if Ruby’s her wife, making Beth realise that – shit, her kids haven’t seen Stan for a while.‘

(yes im picking this over ‘i’d know’... i just love it a lot)

waiting for someone who needs me:

hmph, perhaps: ‘The corners of his mouth become curlicues.‘

(writing antiquing beth pov was a lot of fun!)

(a) time to kill:

oh i know this one!!!! ‘He’s just coaxing the thing off her shoulders, when Mick says, “Howdy.”‘

(ok i didnt need to reread this one to work that out haha, but i had fun anyway!)

found my thrill:

im gonna pick: ‘That duo are like a set of eyeballs, Jimmy decides, resting in the ridged sockets of the selfsame skull.’

(writing turner as fascinated but disgusted by beth + rio was a lot of fun!)

do you like drugs (tonight):

gah! mebbe ‘Of course the man who constantly dares people to shoot him taunts kitchen appliances to damage in similar fashion.’

(rio/bacon is the ship of ships)

Filing her nails while they’re dragging the lake:

praps: ‘He gets her broadly appeased, agreeing to an inn instead – because she clearly can’t imagine any version of herself that isn’t pedantic as all fuck.’

(i maintain brio + roleplay = god tier trope)

around here we say birds not bitches:

hmmmmmmm, perchance: ‘How his focus clung like wrapping-saran, swept her under its spell; how good it felt to be the centre of his attention.’

(i wanted the pov to feel off & pay off the reveal/reward rereading, without tipping it too obvious, so there’s a lot of double speak/stuff that applies to both povs, as well as weaponised britishisms & stumbling over americanisms like panties, movie theatre and saran wrap...i was perhaps having too much fun haha)

upon your ignorance (and the gray despair) of your ugly life:

oh gosh! strong argument for it being: “I’ll call Three Star, okay?”

(beth like demoting a star off dean’s workplace is extremely funny to me ha)

........okay, while i still feel like this is an impossibly difficult question, it was delightful having a reason to read them all in a row so ty <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #rereading yourself and others made me want to write a fic where beth and stan start a piano school haha #im not gonna #but someone should!!!#also i'd totally forgotten abt the beth n rio are evil capitalists thread to the genie au afhgfhtt #omg this was SO hard haha #i posted an entire story since starting to answer this and had to add it gaaah #but it was v fun in the end <3 #<3 #but now i think i need another nap ha #and im extremely excited to read something by someone who is not me my goshhhh #(i did try to stick to the sentence interpretation but i fell at the first one haha whooops)#(also i can't believe you guys think it's acceptable to give me homework haha #so rude #you couldnt pay me to be a student again haaa)#245727 words i read for you apparently! no wonder im tired hahaha #something

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shadow--writer · 3 years

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Through That Mist I See the Shape of You and I Know That I'm in Love With You

after WEEKS of writers block and rewriting this bitch I HAVE FINISHED. TITLE (it slaps)

Maeve x Lucas. Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to tell you I love you. 6k

CW (im changing it lol): mentions of past trauma (Lucas), some bat hisses n hatred, flirting, these are dorks in love

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A headache was starting to build behind her eyes.

Were all dates with Lucas going to be this...eventful?

...unlucky?

Incredibly unlucky?

She stared at the bat on the table, who was currently locked in a hissing battle with her partner. Tehi had fluffed herself to look bigger than she was, wings spread on the table. The high pitched hiss was directed at the one and only Lucas.

Who was shooting her a wounded plea for help.

Oh this was going swimmingly. At least she didn’t get bit by an eel this time.

...unless he could summon them to land, which she almost doubted. But knowing him and the magic of this town? It was likely.

She sighed, massaging her temples.

“You royally pissed her off,” she said after a moment, cracking an eye open to look at him. She giggled, watching him rest his head on the table. He banged his forehead, making her snort.

“Why! I didn’t do anything,” he moaned, looking over at her. She patted his head, Tehi letting out another hiss.

Currently, Tehi was in front of their dinner, biting his hand every time he reached for something. His hands had suffered quite a bit in the past ten minutes.

He stared longingly at the apple rings and the butternut squash he brought. “She’s even guarding dinner,” he grumbled.

The situation was...delicate.

Tehi, bless her heart, was on thin fucking ice. Lucas, bless his heart, was treading on eggshells.

And her? She had no heart to bless but she was ready to give up and go on without any more squash (sadly enough).

Having a territorial protective bat had its downsides. She grew up with Tehi, finding her in a tree injured and eating the fruit for harvest. Broke her ankle trying to get her down, her father lecturing her for hours after.

But Tehi knew her. And she could read how she felt about Lucas just by body language alone.

And Tehi was not happy.

Of course, the sentiment was sweet, Tehi was being protective because of things in the past (that she was currently trying to viciously ignore), but...now she was just making sure Lucas starved.

And Lucas…

Was sulking. She saw no end in sight unless Tehi stopped hissing.

Second date was going worse than the first.

“Most animals like me,” he said, reaching for Tehi, jerking his hand back as she lept for him. “Why not her? Is it a scent thing?”

“It’s uh...me thing.”

He looked up at her as she scooted closer to him, resting her hand on his knee. “Tehi doesn’t...like people getting close to me...romantically. Friends are fine, but you are um…”

“No longer a friend?”

She patted his knee with a smile. “No, I still treasure our friendship, we’re just different now.”

“So she just doesn’t…”

“Like you. Being with me. Like this.”

“How does she know?”

She felt herself flush. “She um...just knows! She’s been around me most of my life so she can read me pretty well.”

“Oh...like Jolie and me!” His brows furrowed. “So she doesn’t like...me being with you?”

“It’s a very horrific crime, I’m afraid. Mo mhuirnín dílis,” she said, kissing his forehead. He settled into her touch, Tehi letting out an indignant squawk. “I don’t think she’ll ever forgive you for this.”

He made a face. “Well she’ll have to get over it.”

“Mmhmm, I’m afraid you’re stuck with me for a while longer.”

He opened his eyes, smiling a little. “I like being stuck with you.”

She flushed. “Don’t be sappy in front of my bat. She hates you enough already.”

He puffed his cheeks out in a pout, the face strikingly similar…

...to one she made.

“I don’t want her to hate me though,” he whined, looking over at Tehi. She clutched her strawberry close, letting out a very angry hiss at his gaze. He turned away.

“I’m afraid you have no choice. You’ll grow on her eventually.”

“Eventually,” he repeated with a grumble. “Eventually, is not a now.”

“Be patient, mo grá. She’ll come around. You have a way of getting to people.”

“I do?”

“You did with me. It was very shocking how fast you managed to wedge yourself in my life.”

“Yeah. Then you tried to get rid of me.”

“Strong words! It was more like...give you a nudge elsewhere.”

He raised an eyebrow, making her giggle. “Fine. Maybe I was getting rid of you. But I had very good reasoning for it.”

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked softly, making her blink in surprise.

“No...it was just...you scared me a little,” she murmured with a small smile. “You still do.”

“Why?”

“You’re...different. From what I’m used to. You’re just...so...open.”

“Is...that a bad thing?”

Curse those eyes, big blue and pleading. It was like he didn’t even notice how he affected her when he looked at her like this.

She brushed his hair back. “You built a window instead of a wall. You wear your heart on your sleeve.”

Tehi watched them, perched on a plate. Lucas reached over and she bit his finger. He let out a curse, shaking his hand as he pulled away, sticking his tongue out at Tehi.

She bit back her laughter. “I can help with those.”

“It’s fine,” he muttered, popping the finger into his mouth.

“Is it bleeding?”

“A little.”

“Lucas.”

“Mm fine. I’ve gotten worse.” Her eyes were drawn to the scar around his neck, and the ones disappearing into the collar of his shirt. They felt familiar, like something she’d seen before. She reached out, brushing one of the scars. The ones that looked like the marking of an animal.

Or the symbols on her walls.

He jolted under her touch, staring at her with wide eyes. She pulled away quickly, not thinking.

“I’m so s-sorry! It’s just…” her brows furrowed. “Those markings feel familiar. I’ve seen them before...not just when my clinic was broken into.” She met his gaze. “What are they from?”

His eyes darted away as she asked, wringing his hands. “Made some...bad choices,” he said gruffly. “It’s nothing.”

She blinked, shifting away. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

He reached over for her hand and hesitated. She bridged the gap and laced their fingers. “You’re fine,” he murmured, sitting up and leaning against her. “Just stuff I don’t want to talk about.”

She hummed, resting her head on his shoulder. “I understand. I won’t ask if you don’t wanna talk.”

He squeezed her hand. “Thank you.”

“It’s the least I could do,” she said with a smile. “Besides, we have bigger fish to fry.” She looked back at her bat. “...and that’s getting dinner.”

He winced. “Does she have to bite me?”

“Apparently.”

Tehi chirped, preening.

He glowered. “She has sharp teeth.”

“I offered to help.”

He slouched against her, knocking her off balance. She let out a small squeak, wrapping her arms around his neck before she fell out of her chair.

He laughed, resting his head against her shoulder.

“Lucas I’m gonna fall!”

“Mmhmm.”

“And take you with me.”

“That’s nice.”

“Get offa me!” She was giggling, bumping her head against his. “You’re too heavy!”

“Mm but if I can’t eat tonight then I guess I’ll just sleep.”

“I can move her, you know.”

“Yes but that’s not gonna stop her from biting me.”

“…or trying to eat your hair.”

He cracked an eye open, wincing. “That too.”

She giggled, kissing the top of his head. “Good news is, she tries to eat everyone’s hair.”

“Is that just...a Tehi thing?”

“Yeah. I think she thinks it’s going to taste any better the more she tries it. Though, watching her chase Malory around was pretty funny.”

“What did he do specifically? You mentioned lying, calling the guards and erm…”

“Murder? Trust me, I have thought about it.”

“I’m aware.”

She flicked the tip of his nose, making him wrinkle it back. “He accused me of stealing. Tehi, well, she’s a bat. No sense of money and trade, only get food to live. I paid for what she took, but he...wasn’t happy about her taking it in the first place. He has the best fruit in the market so her taking things...became a habit.”

He winced. “So he calls the guards on you?”

“Every time he sees me near his booth. Sucks the best fruit in the market has to be sold by an asshole.”

“I could always go grocery shopping for you. If you’d like me to.”

“You...would? For me?”

He nodded, resting his chin on her shoulder. “If he’s the one making you walk all the way to Center City to get fruit, then I’d be happy to go for you.”

She turned and hugged him, burying her face in his neck. “Oh thank the stars. I was close to trying to grow my own fruit. It would have been a disaster. I can barely take care of my medical herbs.”

He let out a small squeak, arms slowly wrapping around her. She made eye contact with Tehi, and if looks could kill.

“You’re a disaster,” he murmured, making her giggle. “Amani grows plants if you ever want to ask her about them. I dunno if she grows any...fruit, but I know she has aloe. I get some of my spices from her.”

“She has plants? That’s amazing!” She brightened at the thought, letting him go. He smelled deliciously sweet, like nutmeg and cinnamon. “...you think she’d teach me how to keep a plant alive?”

He grimaced. “She could barely teach me. I killed a succulent and she quit.”

“I don’t have the time to take care of plants. Or I just don’t balance my time wisely.”

“I um...don’t manage my time well either.”

“...yeah, you workaholic.”

He blushed. “I-I’m not that bad.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “Mmhmm. Working yourself to the point of passing out is not that bad.”

“That was one time.”

“I had to carry you home!”

“You had help!”

“Same thing!”

He snorted, making her giggle. Tehi blinked at them, seeming unimpressed.

And now they were being judged by a bat.

He moved over to grab a strawberry, Tehi chirping at the sight.

“I think we found our way to get her to like you,” she said, leaning against him.

“Food?”

“Always a good choice.”

He prodded her side, making her swat at his hands with a squawk. “Is that how I won you over?” he teased.

She wrestled his hand away from her side, struggling against him trying to poke at her again. “What if it was?” she said, sticking her tongue out at him. “I might just marry your pumpkin squash if I could get to it.”

Tehi chirped as if she liked that idea better.

“Hey! Don’t take her side!” Lucas said, turning to the bat on a plate. “She’s mean, I’m the nice one.”

“Aww, are you mad that she likes me better?” she teased, kissing his cheek. “What? Can’t win the affection of one little bat?”

“She’s not little and you know it.”

She giggled, tapping the tip of his nose. “If it makes you feel any better, my family would love you.”

“They…would?”

“Mmhmm. Especially my father and grandma. Cooking fanatics. I grew up trying new dishes. But…sadly I got my cooking ability from my mom.”

He laughed, a blush warming his cheeks. “I could teach you if you’d like.”

“You’d quit.”

“I would not!”

“Oh please! Most of my dishes either explode or are inedible. You’d quit within two minutes.”

“If we don’t have another great Jolie flour incident I’m sure it’ll be okay.”

“…Lucas, I am the great Jolie flour incident.”

“You can’t be that bad.”

“Try me. I’ve burnt eggs that weren’t cracked.”

“…how did you even do that?”

“Long story.”

“Trouble,” he said, ruffling her hair.

She grinned. “You like it.”

Tehi chirped again, staring at the strawberry he had. He tentatively reached over to give it to her, Tehi snatching it from his fingers and holding it close in her claws. He jumped back, the chair toppling over at the force.

He fell backwards with the chair, making her crack up.

“Did I not warn you she’s protective of her meals?” she asked, looking down at him.

“Apparently.” He winced, rubbing the back of his head. “Not.”

She giggled. “Whoops.”

“Does she do that to people she hates?”

She grabbed a strawberry, handing it to Tehi, watching as the same thing happened. A wicked little smile played across her face as she mimicked what he had done, down to the facial expressions and knocking her chair back.

Her head hit the floor hard, but she was giggling.

He shot her an unimpressed look, fighting his smile. “Gee. Thanks. I feel way better now.”

She looked over at him with a smile, her hair spilling out across the floor. “That was the funniest reaction I’ve seen to her.”

“…thanks.”

She snorted, squishing his face. “Don’t pout.”

“You’re so mean though,” he said, voice muffled due to her squishing his cheeks. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over this slight to my pride.”

She kissed him lightly. “Mmm I’m sure you will.”

He shifted closer to her, wrinkling his nose. “Don’t patronize me.”

She giggled, running her hands through his hair and rubbing her nose against his. “I would never.”

He snorted, kissing her softly. “She really likes strawberries, huh?” he whispered after a moment.

She bit her lip, smiling. “She’s gotten me to like them just as much. Back home we had strawberry plants growing everywhere! Blueberries and blackberries as well. My Mhamó would bake so many pies during the first pick of the harvest. Our fingers would be stained red,” she said with a giggle. “Once Aislin ate so much her mouth was stained for a week. Someone thought she ate a person! Devoured them right off the bone!”

He snorted. “Are they your favourites?”

“Well…” she pursed her lips, thinking. “Have you ever had the first strawberry of the year? Ripe and sweet? I could eat them for hours and not tire...so...I guess they are. Tehi loved them from the get-go and I always carry some around.”

“Is that why you always taste like strawberries?”

She blushed, blinking. The question was innocent, she bit her lip and giggled again. He brushed her hair back, thumb running against her skin. “I um...guess so! But I don’t hear you complaining,” she said, nuzzling his cheek.

He shifted his face to capture her lips, burying his hands in her hair. “I think I like them better this way,” he said with a soft smile, nose brushing against hers as he kissed her again.

“We should get back up,” she murmured, being cut off by him kissing her again. “Lucas.”

“But if we don’t get up Tehi won’t keep hissing at me.”

“But squash.” She pouted, thinking about it. “I’m serious about marrying it.”

“How about you marry me instead, then you’d get all the squash you’d want.”

She snorted, kissing the tip of his nose. “Want me to have an affair with your cooking? It’s very tempting, I must say.”

He laughed, resting his forehead against hers. “Well? What do you say?”

She giggled, tugging at his hair. “Let me think about it.”

“Don’t take too long.”

“Oh yes because I’m the one asking you. What? Many people flocking to your door? Struggle tying you down?” she joked, kissing his cheek. “I’ll have to have more before making my decision.”

“If you can get around Tehi, that is.”

“I can get around her. She loves me. You on the other hand...”

He sulked. “Don’t remind me.”

She giggled, rising to her feet and picking up her chair. “Need help?”

“View is nice from here.”

She raised an eyebrow, squatting down next to him. “I’ll sic Tehi on you.”

“...you wouldn’t.”

“It’ll get her away from the squash.”

Damn, the puppy dog eyes. “You wouldn’t.”

“Don’t give me that look.”

He kept at it, she groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Fine! I wouldn’t. But you should get up at least.”

He sighed. “If I keep feeding her will she like me?”

“It’s how you got me to marry you.”

He snorted, getting off the chair and putting it back up. “Well I guess it’s not all bad then, huh?”

“Make a fruit pie and she might love you forever.”

“...she can eat those?”

“She sure damn tries. My dad tried making one and she had eaten most of it by the time we finished dinner. He was so mad he tried to ban her from the house.”

He laughed as she sat down, reaching over Tehi (and giving her a pat) to pile more squash onto her plate. She let out a happy hum, biting into it. “Mmm alright maybe I will marry you,” she said, cracking an eye open to look at him.

He plucked a cinnamon apple ring, dramatically holding it out for her. He raised his voice an octave. “Maeve O’Connor, will you do me the honour of marrying me?”

She snorted, laughing. Her cheeks warmed, she knew it was fake. He was joking. But it was nice. He was looking at her with a soft affection, like he actually meant it.

But he couldn’t have. He didn’t even love her.

“And then have an affair with your cooking?” she joked, pushing down her feelings. He was just flirting.

He slipped the dessert on her finger, kissing her knuckles with a wink. “If it gets you to say yes.”

She giggled, staring at the treat on her hand. She bit into it, smiling at the familiar taste.

He gasped in offense. “Maeve, that's your engagement ring!”

“It’s delicious.”

“I worked hard to earn the money to get that! I spent weeks working up the courage to ask and you eat it?!”

“But it’s good!”

He kissed her once, then twice. “You are going to make me work every damn day of my life, eating my hard earned money like that.”

She smiled, tilting her head up to kiss his chin. “Mmmhmm. But you asked me.”

He only shook his head, stealing food from her plate.

“Hey!” she yelped, reaching for the fork. He held it just out of her reach, teasing her.

“Aww can’t reach?” he said, kissing the tip of her nose.

“Curse these short limbs,” she replied, crawling into his lap. He blinked as she wrestled his hand, tugging the fork back down to her. She bit the squash off the end, grinning smugly.

He flicked the tip of her nose. “That was mine.”

“No you stole it from me. I’m not gonna marry a thief.”

“But Tehi won’t let me get any more!”

“I can get it for you!”

“No! You’re just gonna eat it all!”

She pursed her lips. “That’s true.”

“And you think I’m a thief.”

“You stole it from my plate!”

“You don’t have any evidence.”

“I watched you! And don’t repeat my shitty logic back to me!”

He laughed, ruffling her hair. “Can I at least have a bite of your engagement ring?”

She gasped, clutching her hand close to her chest. “Never. It is my engagement ring. I can eat it if I wish!”

“But I gave it to you!”

She made a face at him. “But it’s mine now!”

He made a move for her hand, she pressed her hand against his cheek, holding her other hand above her head. “No!”

“But Maeve!”

“No!” She was giggling so hard her ribs hurt.

There was a flutter, and the makeshift ring was snatched off her finger.

Tehi chirped, perched on a nearby bookshelf with the apple ring.

She and Lucas stared for a moment before cracking up. “Looks like neither of us got it,” he said.

“And it looks like someone objects to this marriage.”

He tilted her chin, smiling softly. “She’ll have to try harder than that to stop it.”

She blushed at the sincerity of his words as he kissed her. For a moment she thought he was serious about it. He’s really gotta stop that, messing with her heart and head like that.

“So...a bat huh?” he started, looking back at Tehi. “Like animals?”

She smiled, trying to fight her blush away. “Yeah. Tehi was an unexpected twist during a hide and seek game, but I grew up loving animals. My older sister has two dogs now.”

“Oh?” “Yeah! They’re very sweet girls, energetic as well. I dunno how she deals with him all the time. She’s written to me many times about how much they get into the baby food back home. She and her fiancée have four kids, one is a wee baby. Cutest little thing.”

“Do you like dogs?”

“Depending on the dog, but yes.”

“Depending on the dog?”

“I’m uh…” she flushed. “Scaredofbigdogs.”

His brows furrowed as he mouthed her word jumble back. “Scared? Why? They’re babies! Big sweethearts!”

She scratched the back of her head. “Well um...I got attacked by wolves when I was a teen. Kinda puts a damper on the whole...big dog thing.”

“...well. That’s a good reason.”

“Oh wow thank you for your approval, oh mighty big dog master.”

“Hey, they get a bad rep. Big dogs are amazing. They just get labeled as dangerous because they’re big.”

“Oh, so like you?”

He let out a choked noise, blushing furiously. “Well I-I mean...y-yeah?”

She smiled, brushing his hair back. “Hmm...I guess you’re okay.”

“Thanks. My fiancée is so loving.”

“Only for you.”

He rolled his eyes with a smile, chasing her for a kiss. She giggled, cupping his face in her hands.

“I’d like you even if you were a big dog,” she murmured, kissing the tip of his nose.

His cheeks reddened as he chuckled. “I’d like you even if you were a small dog.”

“Hey!”

“Thumbelina, you couldn’t be big in any form.”

She sulked. “You don’t have to say it though.”

He smiled, kissing her fingertips. “It’s true.”

“Hmph.”

He squished her face, rubbing his nose against hers. “Don’t pout.”

“I’ll pout if I wanna,” she sniffed, making him smile. “I’m small but I pack a punch.”

He winced. “I’m aware. I think you broke my nose.”

She giggled, biting his fingertip. He yelped softly, pulling away. She grinned at his glare, him holding his hand close. “Don’t be a baby. It was a love tap.”

He muttered to himself, looking at his hand. She left a small indent. “I felt no love in that tap.”

“You didn’t look hard enough.”

He snorted, resting his hands on her thighs. “Yeah let me rethink about you kicking me in the nose lovingly. That’s for sure what I felt.”

“In my defense, you insulted my honour twice. If you won’t defend me, who will?”

He tapped his fingers, making her squirm. “I learned my lesson. Next time I’ll win.”

“Mmm next time huh?” She giggled, throwing her hair off her shoulder. “Want a rematch?”

“Absolutely. This time I know your secrets.”

“Someone’s a sore loser,” she teased, flicking the tip of his nose. “And you only know some of my secrets. I am a mysterious woman, you may not know all of my secrets! I’ll kick your ass every time.”

He kissed her softly, holding her hands and lacing their fingers. “We’ll see.”

“Oh I know it.” He rolled his eyes, making her smile. She looked at their clasped hands, hints of cinnamon sugar still dotting her ring finger. He raised her hand, kissing the sugar away.

“Hey, that's hints of my long lost engagement ring!”

He smiled, kissing her inner wrist. “You were right about it being delicious.”

She rolled her eyes, fighting back her smile as she slowly climbed to her feet. “I know.” She looked at the food on the table, long forgotten. “I’ll...put things away. Take some home?”

He kissed her palm, letting her hand go. “You can keep the squash. I think it’ll get eaten.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “I have enough food at home, and you need it more than I do.”

“I don’t need it.”

“When was the last time you ate?”

“...yesterday.”

He raised an eyebrow, she blushed.

“...morning…”

“Exactly. And I get lectured.”

“Well, you had time to eat, I didn’t.”

He rolled his eyes. “Potato patato. Take it, and please eat. Who will kick my ass if you’re too tired?”

“Amani.”

“...touché.”

She giggled, picking up the plates. “If you want to keep trying to win Tehi’s affection, I’ll leave the fruit bowl out. I’ll pack some of the apple rings for you.”

“Okay.”

She hummed, wrapping the squash and apple rings up in a cloth, looking over her shoulder to see Lucas making kissy noises at Tehi, holding a strawberry out for her. She hissed when he moved close, stopping when she saw the gift.

Maeve giggled, placing the plates in the sink.

“...is this yours?” he asked after a moment.

She looked up, moving closer to where he was pointing. It was a sketch, one of many she had scattered about. Her brows softened as she looked at it. “Yeah. It’s of my home.”

“It’s beautiful, I didn’t know you drew.”

“I usually paint, but sketching is nice. My aunt taught me how, since drawing is a good skill to have with magic.”

His eyebrows shot up to his hairline, watching her with soft eyes. “Magic?”

“Yes! Like sigils! Those can be used in different ways, drawing helps guide it. I have a sigil on my neck at the base of my skull…” she lifted her hair up, showing the three swirls. Mind-body-soul, as her sister said. It was her first, a stick and poke they did on a whim. “It helps amplify the magic I want to use, it can’t amplify raw magic, that comes from you but…” she blushed. “Sorry, I’m rambling.”

He blinked, smiling. “No no! It’s interesting, tattoos are a way to transfer magic?”

“They’re a way...to channel it. To draw from you and your surroundings. Tattoos are more permanent versions of sigils, but they are some of the most powerful.”

“I think I have one of those.”

She lit up, bouncing on her toes. “Really?” He nodded, cheeks reddening. “Where is it? Can I see? What does it do? What are the side effects?”

The look he gave her was startled, she blushed, rocking back onto her heels. “I um...sorry. I just...love this type of magic.” She laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her neck. “Most people don’t do tattoos with it, since they are permanent. I could...ask slowly?”

“O-Okay!”

“Where...is it?”

“On my back. Between my shoulder blades.”

She furrowed her brows, wrapping her arms around him, prodding at his spine between his shoulders. “Here?”

He nodded, staring at her wide eyed and blushing. “Y-Yep!” he squeaked out, making her giggle.

“What does it do? Magic wise, I mean.”

His brows creased, overshadowing his eyes. “I...don’t know exactly. I think it makes me...stronger? When I want to be. It helps with...healing and I have a higher pain tolerance.”

“So a strength sigil? It would...feed on your strength you have and help aid you when you tap into it. The pain tolerance and healing could be a meaning behind some of the symbols, but I’d have to study those.”

He smiled, laughing. “If you wanted me to take my shirt off you could’ve asked.”

She blinked, going over the implications before blushing. “I um! I didn’t mean it that way! S-Sorry it just-”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “You're fine, I’m teasing.”

She grumbled, wrapping her arms around him as she stood on her tiptoes. “I wouldn’t mind it either.”

He blushed, making her bite her lip as she smiled.

“I have been studying sigils for a while now. I just made another breakthrough with some! Currently looking into light sigils due to how easy they are…”

“May I see?”

Her lips parted in surprise, eyes widening. “Y-You’d want to see it?”

“Of course I do! It’s something you get excited about, even if I might not understand it...why wouldn’t I?”

“Not um...everyone likes to listen to me ramble.” She giggled, nervous. “It’s fine! I tend to be long winded.”

He kissed her softly. “I think it’s cute, I like seeing you talk about it. I’d be happy to listen.”

She kissed him back, harder. She knocked him off balance as she pushed herself off the ground. His hands hovered over her waist for a moment before he bundled her close.

“I’ll show you,” she murmured, letting go of him. He set her down, letting her take his hand and guide him to her room. “My room is a mess because of it, I must warn you.”

He laughed. “I’ve seen a messy room before.”

“Yeah. Yours,” she teased, winking as she nudged her door open. Tehi followed them, chirping as she fluttered up to a small bookshelf cluttered with small trinkets. Tehi snuggled close to the dog Lucas had given her, so many weeks ago. He stared at the bat and the wooden dog, his smile growing giddy.

“You still have it!”

She looked over, smiling. “Of course I do, why wouldn’t I?”

He wouldn’t meet her eyes with a bashful smile. “I didn’t think you’d keep it.”

She squeezed his hand. “It was a gift.”

He looked at her with a soft smile, letting her guide him to sit on the floor. She gathered the pages on the floor, lips twisting as she looked at the symbols. “Do you want to draw your own?” she asked, half bent over, looking over her shoulder.

“Draw my own?”

“I can show you, if you’d like.”

“Alright.”

She smiled, face warming. Her freckles on her arms started to glow brighter as she scooped up blank paper. He held out a hand for her, helping her sit, nestled in the crook of his side.

“I’d like to see your tattoo eventually,” she said, laying out the papers. “If you’d let me.”

He kissed her cheek. “Sure, I’d be happy to have a magic expert analyze it.”

“I’m no expert. You’d be better off seeing the magician in Center City.”

“I’d rather have you.”

“I’m touched.” She reached over his lap for her pens, chewing on her lower lip as she looked at the blank sheets of paper.

“What’s first, oh mighty powerful witch?”

She giggled, handing him a pen and scooting a paper over. “Drawing the sigil. Here’s the light one I’ve been using.” She showed him the page, a line curving down and another tucked in it. Three lines connected the swirling ones. “These symbolize balance. Balance with light, no light can exist without shadow and shadow cannot exist without light.”

He traced the three lines connected the swirled. “And these symbolize the bond between the balance?”

She grinned, clapping her hands. “Yes! Exactly!” She leaned into him, holding her pen. “Sigils are all about the idea and magic you’re trying to put out there. What you want to happen, putting that want into the drawing and the magic in the air, activating it with the same.”

He watched her draw the sigil, copying her movements. “And how do you activate it?”

“Some are powerful enough to use a look, or a connection. I usually use my hands. Your hands are powerful.” He finished drawing the sigil, letting her take his hand and hold his palm open. She traced the lines, like she had some time ago. “Remember your palm reading?”

“Yeah.”

“Lines hold meaning. Heart, sun, fate, head, life. Magic flows through your hands. Hands are the start and the finish of magic, the connection between you and the earth. Am I making sense?”

“Kind of.”

“Think of it...like a connection. Magic from your hands seeps into the thing you’re trying to activate, a sigil in this example. Your hands are...an anchor.”

“Oh…” he whispered, looking at his hands. Peering at them with critical eyes. “That makes sense.”

“And now that you’ve drawn the sigil with the intent for light, you anchor and channel that magic into your want for light.”

“How?”

“I can show you.” She got to her feet, blowing out the candles. Tehi chirped, bouncing on the shelf as she watched them.

She reached out blindly, letting him take hold of her hand again and lead her back. Sitting back down, she placed her hands on her sigil.

“Palm against the drawing,” she murmured, trying not to break the fragile air of intimacy hanging around them. “Think of light and the sigil will answer. Think…a fire. A candle. The sun on your face.”

“You?”

She stiffened, blushing. “I-I guess s-so,” she squeaked, making him chuckle. She watched him place his hand on the sloppily drawn sigil.

She chewed on her lip, trying to hide her giddy smile. His eyes fluttered shut, leaning against her. She leaned back, breathing in and letting it out with the idea of light.

Her sigil folded, and started to glow. She smiled, satisfied, before turning to look at him. His face was set in concentration, the room was quiet, their breathing soft.

Slowly, the sigil folded, glowing brightly. She cheered, the sound startling him into opening his eyes. He paused when he saw the ball of light at his palms.

“I did that?” he asked, eyes growing wide.

She grinned, tackling him in a hug and kissing him fiercely. He laughed against her mouth, cradling her head in his hands. “You did!” she said, glowing brightly.

“What else can you do?” he asked, staring at the two lights. When he looked back at her his excitement was infectious, making her bounce.

“Ice, earth and I once made a gust of spring air appear in the middle of winter! Plants didn’t work out well, but we can work on it! Imagine what we could do!”

“We?”

She blushed at her mistake. “I-If you want to. T-That is.”

“You’d let me help?”

She nodded, biting her lip. She wasn’t meeting his eyes, in her excitement she thought he’d...like to.

But he wouldn’t. Why would he?

He grinned, tilting her head back to look at him. Her thoughts evaporated. “I’d be honoured to help. If you’d have me. That is.”

“Hey I offered don’t get insecure on me now.”

He laughed, kissing her softly, sitting back up with her in his lap. She giggled against his mouth, burying her hands in his hair.

“Okay,” he murmured.

“Okay!”

They stared at one another for a moment before giggling again.

“I did magic,” he murmured, staring at the light floating by her shoulder. “I made that, right?”

“Your magic. I didn’t do anything.”

His grin was quick to creep across his face, as he reached out to hold the light. She cupped hers in her hand, blowing it into his face softly. He sneezed as it exploded in a bunch of tiny lights, floating around his hair like a halo.

Tehi chirped again, chasing a few of the lights.

Smiling, she brushed his hair back and scattered the glitter that sat there.

He blew his into her face, making her giggle as it exploded across her cheeks. “Oh look. More glowing lights to add to your already glowing face,” he teased, brushing her cheeks.

She tilted her head to kiss the pad of his thumb, smiling.

“So what’d ya say? Wanna explore magic with me?”

He tilted her face up, kissing her with such affection it made her heart skip a beat.

There was a softness to his gaze when he pulled away, his brows set in content and his lips upturned in a gentle smile. A tender look settled into his eyes as he kissed the top of her head.

“I’d love to.”

#the arcana #the arcana game #maeve #lucas #maeve x lucas #maevas #my writing #DONT TALK TO ME IM YEARNING #these two are the kinds of people to joke about gettin married before even saying I love you #love and hate that for them #bc I gotta WRITE THIS BS #and then MAEVE #AUGH #calm before the storm lmao #fluff #soft nerds #in love #OKAY IM POSTING THIS BEFORE I OVER THINK THINGS AGAIN

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streetkook · 3 years

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RUT|| kth x jjk

↳ summary : taehyung, the tiger hybrid has always had a crush on jungkook, the bunny hybrid. All it takes is a desperate time packed with VERY desperate measures for them to join hands.

↳ pairing: tiger hybrid!kth x bunny hybrid!jjk

↳genre: hybrid!au, uhh i guess humor, pretty much no angst and thats about it.

bad smut ahead!

word count: 482

previous | next

|3| i wanna ruin our friendship

"tae tae hyung!" jungkook exclaimed happily as he ran towards taehyung who was putting in his combination.

he makes a mental note of the numbers 03 25 03 (my irl locker combo).

they were at their lockers, just leaving fifth period which was the only period jungkook and taehyung didn't have together.

it was dreadful for both to say the least.

he smells like jimin.

ew.

"sup gguk." taehyung says, jungkook's (jimin’s) scent is stronger than ever, and it's becoming really hard to restrain himself from scenting him again.

he ran out of heat suppressants, they weren't working anyway, instead of dimming his heat it seemed as if they were making it stronger.

he's going to crack, sooner or later the walls he's trying to close'll open.

very very soon.

little did he know that soon meant today.

"mmm.." taehyung groans, hes hot. Very hot.

but how could that be? the fan is on, he knows the a/c is on because jungkook never touches it and taehyung vaguely remembers turning it on before bed.

so then how is he hot?

taehyung walks to the bathroom, and as soon as he does he's met with his sweat drenched face.

and thats when realization hits him, his heat.

its his heat.

fuck.

is that why he has a boner?

as taehyung has an inner conflict with himself, he fails to notice jungkook emerging from his room.

"mm.. taehyung? what's going on?" jungkook asks as he covers his face from the beaming bathroom light.

"jungkook?" taehyung asks as he turns around, jungkook raises a brow in question.

"taehyung are you okay? you're drenched in sweat." jungkook states and his eyes widen as he walks closer.

"no! i mean yes! im f-fine no need to get so clo-close.." taehyung stutters, man this scent thing is really getting annoying.

"what? why cant i get close? taehyung you're really acting weird" jungkook says as he sniffs the air.

then his eyes widen. "oh." he simply states.

"oh? what do you mean oh?" taehyung inquiries, why is he being so calm? why hasn't he ran away yet?

"you're in heat aren't you?" jungkook asks again with the calm demeanor.

"y-yeah." taehyung says.

"okay.. well.. i guess you could use me." he says

what? use him?

like have sex with him?

"what?"

"you can use me.. you know.. fuck me."

"oh god jungkook"

taehyung smashes his lips on jungkook's as he walks them back towards his room.

"you dont know how long ive been waiting for you to say that"

he says as he drops jungkook on his stomach instantly sliding down his boxers, "pull down your panties baby" he orders.

jungkook of course complies like the good submissive he is.

and with that, taehyung stuffs his cock inside of jungkook.

this is defo unsatisfactory smut but who said i was a smut writer?

i warned u

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gemini-bmc · 4 years

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I had a couple drinks the other night and wrote a short story. I was inspired by one of my favorite writers bc they had a drunk post a while back(@psychovigilantewrites)

I decided not to do any editing on the story, its just pure Jack Daniel's fueled fun 😆

Story is based off a writing prompt I found on Pinterest.

TW: bondage, rough sex

Well, enjoy 🙈

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"If you want me " you panted leaning against the grimey wall of the building "come and get me "

A dark figure stood in the shadows across from you. You heard a breathy almost mechanical chuckle.

As the figure moved forward the moonlight illuminating the red helmet, you tried to staighten up and look as tough as you could.

Red Hood walked right up to you, trapping you against the wall. One hand on the wall by your head the other under your chin.

"Want you in which way sweetheart? Don't get me wrong, both involve ropes, but it's an important distinction to make before we proceed"

"What?... what are you talking about. Don't be stupid?!" Your eyes are wide as you stare up at the red helmet.

"Don't act like you haven't noticed" he said moving his gloved hand to touch a strand of your loose hair. "There's a spark between us"

"The only sparks between us are going to be the ones from my taser!" You say jerking your head away from his touch.

He sighs "Fine then, I guess it's for me to decide". You feel a sharp pain in your neck and everything goes dark.

You grimace and blink your eyes trying to fight off the groginess.

' what happened to me?.... where am I? ' you wonder looking around the room.

You try to stand, that's when you notice, you're tied down to a chair.

"What the hell?..." you struggle against the restraint.

"So you're awake? " you hear a voice behind you. You try turning your head to see, but can't find the figure.

"Who are you? Where am I?!" you demand.

"Im hurt. Don't you recognize me baby?" A figure says as they walk into your line of sight and lean against a desk.

You study your captor more closely.

"You?!"

With his arms crossed over his chest and a domino mask on his face, stands your enemy, the Red Hood.

A million thoughts run through your mind. You take a breath to calm yourself.

"What do you want from me? "

"Just to have a little fun" he answers instantly.

"Fun?....What kind of fun???" You wonder.

"I won't hurt you" he says "unless you ask me to " he smiles a crooked smile at that.

"Let me go" you try.

"Like I said, not until we've had some fun together" he pushes away from the desk and leans down in front of your face.

You try leaning back, out of his touch but his hand is under your chin making you look up at him.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have the most luscious looking lips?" You're about to retort when you feel his lips crash against yours. His kiss is hard and fevered.

You regain your composure.

"Fuck!" He breaks the kiss quickly. He wipes the back of his hand across his lips "You bit me". You see the red tinting his lower lip.

"Asshole! "

"What the fuck did you just say?" He's in front of you again in an instant, his strong grip yanking your hair painfully , making you look up.

It hurts. You think your scalp might bleed.

"Oooow. Jason!"

He releases your hair and squats in front of you.

"Shit. Are you ok sweetheart? Did I hurt you?" His eyes are big and apprehensive, darting around searching your face.

"It was a little rough" you say.

"You wanna stop?"

"No" you smile "keep going. But try not to leave bruises, kay."

"Alright" he says standing up.

You see the change in his eyes, he's back in character.

He grabs your hair again, you notice this time he's a little more gentle.

"When you address me, you call me Sir or master, got it" he gives your head a little shake.

"Y-yes Sir!"

"Good girl" he praises you and strokes your head like you're a good pet.

"The only way you're getting out of here tonight is to fully satisfy me" you squeeze your thighs together and swallow the lump in your throat.

Jason pulls out one of his batarangs and cuts open the front of your spandex suit, revealing your cleavage and red lace bra.

"My favorite color" he smiles and runs a finger along the edge of the lace. "It's almost like you wore it just for me" he chuckles. He knows you did.

Red lace drives Jason crazy.

He continues cutting open your costume, he's reached your navel.

"I wonder what's in here" he says looking up into your eyes as he rips the fabric open with his hands.

The top of your red lace panties are exposed.

"Mm-mmm, so pretty" Jason says kissing the red fabric.

You close your eyes, enjoying the the moment.

Jason rips the fabric open more, you feel cool air at your center, you know he's he's fully exposed you now.

You hear him suck air between his teeth, so you look down to see his expression.

He looks up at you then kisses you. You part your lips when his tongue seeks entrance. Jason cuts the kiss short.

"Fuck babygirl. You wear this specially for me too?" He says running his finger along your exposed lips.

You knew crotchless underwear would really get to him. You smile at your small victory.

"I'm not waiting" he says.

"What are you-" but you're cut short when Jason's face is between your thighs and his tongue dives into your wet folds.

"AH! Jason"

You throw your head back and squeeze your eyes closed as your body tries to lift off the chair, pulling against the restraints.

Jason puts his hands on both your thighs and pushes you open wider then pulls your hips forward to the edge of the chair. Satisfied with his new amount of exposure to you his tongue dances inside your core while his thumb applies pressure to your clit.

You bit your lip, trying not say anything and ruin the flow of things.

Instead you moan.

Jason stops briefly to switch tactics. His tongue slowly drags up through your slit. He flicks the tip of his tongue over your sensitive clit making your body jerk every time.

You look down and your eyes meet. His eyes are bright blue and have that mischievous sparkle in them. He's planning something, but you're not sure if you'll be able to handle it. You bite your lip.

It was a mistake.

Jason seals his lips over your sensitive bundle of nerves and sucks. His tongue circling you, his teeth occasionally grazing against you all while his lips are sucking your sensitive flesh, is too much.

You feel the bite of the ropes against your skin as you pull against them.

"Aah, Jay...im gunna...mm-mmm..."

Jason increases the pressure.

"...fuuuck...JASON! "

Your body is flooded with a white hot feeling as waves of ecstasy wash over you. Your chest heaves as you try to control your breathing. Your heart is still racing when Jason's finger enters you slowly.

"You're so wet baby" he says kissing your thigh.

"Nooo...." you breath out "too much" but he doesn't hear you.

His finger starts a slow steady rythm of pumping in and out of you.

You feel overstimulated.

"Jay..." you try getting his attention but it's no good, he's too focused.

Then you remember.

"Andromeda" you say weakly.

Jason stops his movements and pulls his hands away from you.

"Sweetheart?" He questions, looking to you for what he should do next.

"Andromeda..." you repeat more firmly.

"Are you ok?" He asks his voice full of concern as he unites you.

The ropes fall to floor.

"Fine" you say "Just a little over stimulated"

"Sorry..." he laughs.

"No you're not" you laugh.

"Ok. Not really" he says lifting you off the chair. He sits and cradles you in his arms.

"So? How was it" he asks.

"Mmmm. Sooo good" you slur burying your face in his chest.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah" you say sleepily. Then you remember "Although " you sit up quickly.

"Did you really have to drug me?! You know I could have just pretended to be knocked out!"

"I thought it would be fun, more authentic"

"God Jason...."

"Sorry sweetheart" he says leaning forward and kissing the little sore spot on your neck.

"Promise, you can drug me when it's your turn" he says with a goofy smile.

You shake your head and laugh.

"You're too much" you say kissing him.

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I'm sorry it's so terrible lol 😆

#drunk writing #jason todd #red hood #writing prompt #geminibmc

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jam-is-my-food · 3 years

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writing asks. all of them. ( for 50 uhh just write a paragraph about how hot emmy raver-lampman is in a suit please and thank you </3 )

fUCK YOU NESSIE

THAT’S IT IM DOING IT JUST TO SPITE YOU

this is gonna be long asf click keep reading at risk of death or boredom

1. Do you listen to music when you write?

not usually, it's distracting

2. Are you a pantser or plotter?

naturally pantser but if i wanna actually finish smth i gotta plot it hh

3. Computer or pen and paper?

computer i'm not a boOmer /j i so am

4. Have you ever been published, or do you want to be published?

bitch i wiSh

actually technically i was published in this anthology thing once? and i think i have a piece in a magazine somewhere on the internet i forget those are cool

but yeah bye getting a novel published is my d r e a m (gotta write a novel first tho lawl)

5. How much writing do you get done on an average day?

n o t m u c h

unless i get one of my bUrsts aka finishing a 2.3K almoons chapter before 8am the other week after procrastinating it for like two months

but yeah jdsghliuedskj it um depends often none

6. Single or multiple POV?

i answered that for kiri so i'll just copy paste it over loll

mmm it depends. usually i do single? but i do do multiple occasionally. i almost never do alternating chapters, though, it’s usually more like part one is narrated by person a, part two person b etc.

7. Standalone or series?

baha like i could ever write a series (please, please be jinxing yourself rn refster) aside from that one trilogy when i was 7 but uh yeah atm just standalones but a series would be so cool in future

8. Oldest WIP

the aforementioned trilogy. chronicles of clara. it is incREDIBLE. 10/10. so good. so, so good.

9. Current WIP

i haven't actually mentioned it on tumblr yet but hehehe it's called the wordweaver's apprentice it's fantasy and i'm v excited about it :DD that was ooc but :DD

10. Do you set yourself deadlines?

(also answered for kiri, copy-pasting over)

hahahahhahahuhdkjashdglauhsdaugediuskjlkehdsgihkdskhgdkjx

i? try?

it does not go well?

but then i never finish my projects?

send help pls im dying

11. Books and/or authors who influenced you the most

lmao the list is too long

12. Describe your perfect writing space

somewhere w/o distractions

13. Describe your writing process from idea to polished

hm. idea. that's cool. that's cool. write it down. hype myself up. forget about it within a week.

el em mayo

but like

f r LMAO

okay but fr fr idk i don't usually finish stuff but it'd be idea, brainstorm, plot (sort of), write, agonize, write, finish, throw in the other direction and never touch again bc revision whos she

14. How do you deal with self-doubts?

cry and spam my friends

15. How do you deal with writer’s block?

i don’t - mm. i don’t tend to get writer’s block? or like - idk what to classify as writer’s block? bc sometimes i get blocked for a certain story, but then i get really into like poetry or sum for a week so it’s fine idk

16. How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied with a project?

o n e as i said i don't - revision is a no

17. What writing habits or rituals do you have?

uHhHhhhhh idk???

18. If you could collaborate with anyone, who would it be, and what would you write about?

*laughs in gfc*

19. How do you keep yourself motivated?

i don't. if you have any ideas please hmu i need it.

20. How many WIPs and story ideas do you have?

m a n y.

21. Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write?

mmmmmmmmm i love cass i haven't written her in too long but i think she's probably my most well-done character to date and i'm so proud of her badkghewiludkjs

22. Who is/are your favourite pairing(s) to write?

c y i l l

though possible imeini (ship name needs revision) in future we shall see (from twa) (the aforementioned newish wip)

23. Favourite author

there are Many

24. Favourite genre to write and read

fantasy maybe? ooh dystopia is fun

25. Favourite part of writing

everything about it when i'm motivated hh, my problem is getting more motivation

26. Favourite writing program

oh idk huh?

27. Favourite line/scene

idk?

28. Favourite side character

j o o s t

29. Favourite villain

i def have one but i forget

30. Favourite idea you haven’t started on yet

too many

31. Least favourite part of writing

motivating myself :/

32. Most difficult character to write

mmmm i'm not really in the throes of a wip atm so idk

33. Have you ever killed a main character?

yessir

34. What was the hardest scene you ever had to write?

drunk will was surprisingly difficult in a fun way. def not the hardest but yeah

35. What scene/story are you least looking forward to writing?

god idk

36. Last sentence you wrote

And then Mei was gone, and in the space that she'd filled, Imani whispered, "I wish I was like you."

37. First sentence or your current WIP

It is said that when we came to this stretch of Tatys land, it was empty.

38. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had

mm there was one about anthropomorphic chickens battling sentient fruits, the fruits in question also being six-year olds

39. Weirdest character concept you’ve ever had

s e e a b o v e

40. Share some backstory for one of your characters

cass's mom used to have a drug problem & she would leave her alone for long stretches of time, she went to rehab and is now sober but it's where cass gets her abandonment issues from

41. Any advice for new/beginning/young writers?

just write! no one taught me how to do anything, and there's no rules per se, aside from basic grammatical stuff. do what you wanna do, don't worry about others' reactions. this is cliche asf but true.

42. How do you feel about love triangles?

mostly gross, but they can be good.

43. What do you do if/when characters don’t follow the outline?

adapt. i g o w i t h t h e f l o w.

44. How much research do you do?

not much usually, depends on the genre of story. i do as much as i feel i need to. and ofc i have the random writer search history.

45. How much world building do you do?

in the past, not much. twa (once again my new wip) is fantasy, though, so i' m attempting to remedy that.

46. Do you reread your own stories?

i do! it's fun to look back at them after a few years and see how much i've improved.

47. Best way to procrastinate

random character headcanons/doodle writey spurt thingies

48. What’s the most self-insert character/scene you’ve ever written?

bAHA this one scene in the cHrOniCLeS of cLaRa book two when this girl lisa who was 100% self-insert got annoyed at her little sister daisy (sister-insert) for chewing too loudly and then proceeded to use her wAtEr pOwErs to like flood the house. that part was less self-insert.

49. Which character would you most want to be friends with, if they were real?

bye that's so hard. c a d m u s & l a u r e n t tho cinnamon rolls are liFE.

50. Write a paragraph about how hot emmy raver-lampman is in a suit please and thank you

i don't gotta write my own bitch i have everything i need to plagiarize from right here

"Raver-Lampman’s enthusiasm is contagious. So is her laugh. It comes from deep inside, just like her voice, and it rings out — ricocheting off furniture and walls. Her head is shaved, all except for a distinctive swath of tight curls on the top and left side of her head. She has the tiniest septum ring in her nose, and a tattoo of what looks like a musical note behind her right ear."

- the clearly gay jessica belt

thank you for the ASKS darLING and thank you if you read this idk why or whether you're okay but yup

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De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck) @ask-de-writer

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The partners opened the door to enter impressively. They tripped headlong on their own wastebaskets! She made a point of looking up disapprovingly and said sternly, “Please be seated. I will be with you momentarily.”

She continued to study and sip the expensive juice. Shaking her head in mock frustration, she glared up at the dismayed partners. “You really do need a better translator for X'ibian. This farrago is nearly hopeless.”

Before any of them could respond to the multiple outrages that they were experiencing, Daring Do snorted, “Don’t like it when the intimidation is happening to you? Neither do I. The difference is this. I DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT IF I GET BORED!

“To business. Now.”

“Um, that is my chair, Miss Do.”

“And you may have it back as soon as the conference is over, Mister Tyranny. Along with it, you may have the juice, if any is left. The longer that this takes, the less you get.” She pointedly sipped more from the snifter.

“The FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS will be the payment of the sum of fifty thousand golden bits directly to my account at Equestrian National Bank. This is repayment for your clumsy break-in of my office.”

“Now, Miss Do, you are making wild accusations that cannot be proved at all!”

Raising her eyebrows in amusement, Daring Do retorted, “Really, Mister Overthrow? I know that this will not hold up in court because no warrant was used to obtain it. Trust me, I have more. Enough to put both you and Mister Robber into jail.”

She shuffled through the stack of purloined documents and held up a map and a parchment, both sealed by chop and brush written. The parchment was in Chineighese and the map notes written in X'ibian.

“Besides these, I have your accomplice who used a key to open my door, already in custody under the Royal Wing. In Celestia and Luna’s Evidence are certain other things that can be traced to you both.”

Outraged, Mister Tyranny demanded, “What puts a minor break in at the University under the Royal Wing?”

Smiling sadly, Daring Do replied, “The fact that the broken figurines that were on my shelves were genuine antiques belonging to Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. They were gifts that I gave them and are formally recorded in the Royal Register. That is where the bulk of the damages come from.”

Hardening to solid steel, her voice demanded, “NO CHECKS OR DRAFTS ON YOUR FIRM! No PERSONAL ONES, either. Irrevocable gold transfer orders to the Bank, now! The Princesses have already given the Bank their authorization for the size of the sum.”

“We will need to confer on this!”

“Confer away! Just do not take too long nor leave this room for any reason. The building is already surrounded by units of the Royal Guards backed up by the 23rd Airborne Armored Pegassi and the 4th Royal Armored Heavy Infantry. Don’t believe me? Just look out the window at the streets.”

They looked. And shuddered. “What happens if we do the transfer, Miss Do?”

“It will reduce the issue to an out of court damage settlement. The evidence will be kept in the case of violation or future charges from other misconduct.”

Glumly, Tyranny tapped codes into the Magic Net mirror built into his desk. He spoke briefly and bitterly. A few minutes later, Overthrow reported, “The armor is pulling back.”

There was a signal from Daring Do’s mirror. She spoke briefly. Looking up brightly, she reported, “The transfer is done and the military units will withdraw completely after our business is done and I am safely out of the building.”

Tyranny’s brow clouded with fury. “We have paid! Don’t you trust us?”

With an angelic smile, Daring do returned, “You are LAWYERS. NOBODY in their right mind trusts you!

“Now, about this business that you wanted to hire me for.”

The three partners glared at each other first and then unified their hateful stares at Daring Do, who responded by by pouring another shot into the snifter and sipping appreciatively.

It was Robber who snapped, “After this extortion, why would we even consider you for anything?”

“You broke into my office, faking the breaking of the dead bolt and the frame to obtain information that you have totally failed to get. You did find this map which you could have got a copy of for only five silver bits from the Antique Sites Registry. You also stole a letter from my friend and guide, Sang He. I suspect that you took it because it was in something looking like Chineighese. It’s not. This is modern X'ibian written with Chineighese characters. Sorry.”

Sourly, Tyranny said, “That map has the exact location of the artifact that we are looking for. It is at the X.”

Daring Do almost spit out her juice, she was laughing so hard. “You have marked the ancient Imperial city of Hong Wa! Do you have any idea what the scale of this map is? Your X marking the exact spot covers a radius of 15 kilometers from Hong Wa!”

Glaring at Daring Do, sitting in HIS chair, sipping His expensive juice, and laughing at him was not to be borne! He haughtily informed her, “It is buried in the necropolis, a graveyard, just out of the city. All that is needed is to find the appropriate tomb or grave and dig it up!”

Daring Do stopped laughing. She was staring at Mister Tyranny as if she was looking at a retarded colt. Jaw dropped, she asked, “Are you serious? You should have bought the map from the Antiquities Site Registry. You would have gotten the main site list along with it.

“Inside the radius of the X on the map, there are 14 necropoli, each housing over 2000 tombs and shaft graves. This does not count the simple burials. If you extend the search radius only a little, you also include the cliff burials. We cataloged over 300 caves, both natural and carved into the stone. The caves that we sampled had upwards of five hundred skeletons each.”

It was Mister Overthrow who dropped the bomb, so to speak. “It should be easy to locate. It is in the tomb of Im Farst, the founding emperor of the X'ibian Empire.”

Daring Do put a hoof over her eyes. “You do know that that Im Farst is basically a partly documented legend, don’t you? His tomb is RUMORED to be somewhere within three days walk of Hong Wa! It has never been found. Over a hundred legal expeditions have spent more than 3.5 million golden bits trying to locate it without success. Luna alone knows how many illegal ones there have been.

“Among the over 2,000 artifacts that are supposed to have been interred with Im Farst, what precisely do you want found?”

Mister Robber growled as he held out a picture. “This. The small blue, green and white vase in the corner of this wall painting.”

Daring Do took one look and nearly fell out of the chair, laughing. When she got herself under control, she chugged a big slug of juice before snickering, “The Heart of Discord!? You want that!? That wall painting is the ONLY record of its existence from the Ancient X'ibian Empire! All of the mentions of it and claims about it and its mystical powers date from just after the Second Nightmare War, over 750 years after the Heart was supposedly buried and lost for all time!”

Tyranny gave Daring Do a squinty eyed stare. “IF you can find it, we will not quibble the cost. Let us know how much you will need to mount the expedition and we will give you 50 percent up front and not worry about the recovery of it if you fail. We do know your record for finding things that others have sought and failed to locate.

“If the Heart is found, we will pay the full balance and add ½ million gold for your service. Just sign this payment agreement and non disclosure document and we will be in business.

Daring Do took the papers and neatly folded them. “I will keep things confidential, gentleponies. I will have MY lawyer look them over and advise me about proceeding or not.

“If I go ahead with this, I will deliver this and my expedition workup to Horsetense, the receptionist in the lobby. Please please be prompt with the payment.”

Getting up and leaving, she said over her shoulder, “Your chair, Mister Tyranny. I am afraid that there is little of the juice left. It was excellent.”

Down in the lobby, Daring Do asked a shaken receptionist, “I do hope that the Armored Infantry were polite to you? I told them to be!”

“They were totally polite, except for setting up the sixty mm Mage-Mortars over in the park. That was not too reassuring.”

“I can see that.”

Daring Do left the building and sauntered up to the Colonel in charge. “Very well done, Sir. I will see that the Princesses get a truly favorable report of this action.”

He nodded with a smile. “Thank you, Miss Do. If all is in order, we shall withdraw at once.”

A while later Daring Do was staring at her mother’s Canterlot Headquarters. She shook her head. The building itself, in the poor light of evening was nearly black. It loomed above the street. No other word would do; it loomed. There was a relatively huge planter/light box on the front of the building. It was a pale purple, almost white. The lights in the box illuminated huge letters spelling out, V.I.L.E. The V was red over a gray circle with an off white interior. The remaining letters were the same purplish off white as the circle’s interior.

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Can you do Marinette for next character ask/ml sugar pls?

Why I like them: Despite being immature in many ways— I guess by that, I mean her obsessive behavior, but really guys… she *just* turned 14. You know who else is 14? 1D fanfic writers (but more on that later)— in other ways, she’s more mature than adults. First, she’s self-aware, and she’s willing to take responsibility/humble herself when the time comes. Even though a lot of this is because Tikki guides her, it means a lot that she actually listens. I know so many adults that would rather be petty.

And when I say self-aware I mean a lot of things. For one, she understands when she’s doing something… mm… not so great. Many of these things are for comic relief/exaggeration/situational comedy/slapstick (which is pretty much the extent small children get from it), but it’s still evident that she feels guilty or hesitant.

does that look like the face of someone who’s comfortable with her own actions?

Kids who watch heroes look for (and need) confidence and justice. Neither of which are happening in this scene or in some others, and from the kids that I know… they’re totally aware of it. Some might blatantly shout at Marinette as they watch her do something wrong, others might not say anything but… trust me they aren’t taking notes.

The thing is, I’m glad she’s a main female character… who screws up…. a loT. The hero isn’t supposed to be perfect, and I mean that in a general way. Flat villains are perfect in their own realm, so I don’t think imperfect characters are only better for writing, they’re better people or can become better people. A perfect individual is a comfortable and consistent one, a person needs ups and downs to improve.

It’s a bit like kim possible, except Marinette commits more errors because she’s younger and less adventurous… so in a way she’s a bit naive to the world (Kim Possible may as well be an ambassador, so she’s cultured and still makes really cringey mistakes eyes the wheelchair episode). We grew up watching her make these mistakes so we could see them get fixed, if they never happened we wouldn’t know for better or for worse. What’s more, it’s most important coming from the main character. So… I’m proud of her.

Another thing is that she watches her own behavior in the future. She’s learning to trust that Adrien won’t fall for Lila’s gags, she’s learning to talk to him and move away from being a fan (bluntly pointed out in Troublemaker, she actually sees herself as more of a fan than as a friend. Yes, she was lying to cover herself, but she had pictures of all of her friends up… she didn’t use friendship as an excuse? And why did the excuse come to her so naturally? It might be obvious, but she gets flustered and doesn’t come up with good lies… honestly ‘because im a fan’ is pretty fair), and she’s learning how to treat Chat Noir.

I would almost say in Season 1 that Ladybug was pretty flippant to Chat Noir, and I know it was cute at times but people usually behave this way with someone they feel close to already… so why didn’t she ever take the time to take him seriously? Ever since Glaciator, Ladybug has learned how sensitive he is. She didn’t judge him so quickly as to assume that he felt entitled to her, or that he was throwing a simple/unimportant tantrum that could be shrugged off. She took the time to read into the situation and see what exactly was going through his head. Emotions are never a joke, especially in a city where someone like Hawkmoth is a concern. She was cool and collected like a therapist, especially because she sympathized where his feelings were coming from (not too long before she had gotten upset with some ice cream man that was just doing his everyday thing and ditched her friends because she felt hopeless and betrayed by Adrien). Granted she never said anything against him, but she didn’t get forced into a situation where she had to confront him either.

She also knew that reacting harshly would only make things worse, and then neither of them would get off from their high-horse. Compassion is what gets a person to reflect and feel respected. She looked him sincerely in the eyes and apologized, and she expected the same from him. She set the stage, and he responded. They ended up fine, and he even reacted well to the infamous ‘friendzone’, because well… he treasures friends too, and he didn’t know Ladybug considered him to be one. Ladybug was surprised, but now that she knew he had felt abandoned not only that night but since the beginning, she took note that he has trouble reading when a person cares about him deeply (and we all know he does, his love receptors are broken both in his household and as seen in the most recent ep).

She is much softer with him now but very explicit. She doesn’t beat around the bush, she tells him exactly what he needs to hear.

“Chat Noir! You know you’re irreplaceable.”

Look at that face, he knows now that you said it.

It’s actually quite motherly… I mean this is a perfect response. She adjusts to the needs of her friends accordingly rather than treating them equally, because friends don’t always need the same thing. Equity over equality. She’s an excellent example and so much more than the “Huff… I’m a strong independent woman and I don’t care about men and if anyone ever sasses me I’ll choke them. Also I don’t paint my nails, that’s for babies” You can be strong and independent without sacrificing any of these things. It’s not about making enemies, it’s about standing up for yourself— and those you care about.

I could look for so many examples of how she looks out for her friends and makes sure to mind their feelings and experiences before getting all defensive, but that would be… the entire show.

She’s imperfectly perfect and perfectly imperfect.

Favorite episode (scene if movie): Zombisou... and maybe Chameleon and Oniichan. She was angry about so many different things and had so much pressure on herself— including the fact that in each of these she had to protect/comfort/defend someone anyone else in their right mind would rather spit on. But Marinette is noble, she knows how to keep herself together when she needs to. When it comes down to it, the people she’s so angry with are human too. They have hearts with burdens of their own that she doesn’t even know about, if something were to happen to them she would care. She has the responsibility to keep them safe, but also she wants to. There’s a difference between a pain in the ass and a monster, and besides she isn’t the judge of the universe, it’s not her place to decide what someone gets and doesn’t get. Maybe they aren’t getting everything they deserve, but if every human being got what they deserved we’d all be struck dead by lightning.

And she certainly doesn’t wish death upon them. And as we’ve all noted, whether it’s seen publically or not... what goes around comes around.

Favorite season/movie: Season 2 wins again... for now, it aint over yet

Favorite line: Uhh... dang it this again... how about the one above? “You know you’re irreplaceable?” and every other uwu line she has. She is so soft hhuhhggn

Favorite outfit: The cute lil maid outfit from Animaestro

OTP: Well it’s the same as what I put for Adrien, Marichat. For noncanon... mmm.. I think Kagaminette but Ninette is p damn close

Brotp: I mean??? ALyanette duh. But you know since right now Ladynoir is technically platonic.... they’re pretty lit as bros too (marichat is too but so far fanon is the only place they’ve truly become bro bros)

Headcanon: She wouldn’t have all of those pictures of Adrien if she felt even remotely close to him. I think those fics where she has photos up of Chat Noir should be canon, just like how she has ones of her friends, but she has soo many of Adrien which sets him apart from friendship like I said before. She’s insecure and taking advantage of the fact that he’s famous af, none of us can truly relate to having access to so many amazing photos of our crushes... and to sort of continue with the next question..

Unpopular opinion: These days a phone’s photobook may as well be a private wall to hang pictures on so really... Marinette is an exaggeration of exactly what people do— mostly young girls, which she happens to be— and hey get off of your crushes Instagram while you’re at it. It’s actually pretty normal, it’s not the best behavior but again, you need to have that cringey low to climb higher. And anyhow it’s all for the joke of it, no one is supposed to take these things seriously. But I’ll let you all know when my younger cousins start hanging up stalker photos of their noncelebrity crushes “because marinette did it so it must be ok”

Honestly, not even the borderline ooc things are that bad. Like... they’re bad... but it’s a good thing to show, as in it’s not too horrendous to use as an example. It works because it’s so unrealistic, but with very real behaviors that kids need to address in themselves by watching Marinette. I would say some of her actions straddle between IC and OOC, not either-or.

(WARNING: Do not read on if you have intensely strong feelings toward L/u/k/a to the point of sensitivity over any mild criticism as a character or as he is written. If you’re pretty chill reading anything then you’re fine, I didn’t say anything cruel I only gave an opinion as mildly as I could. The point of the honest opinion section is not to be salty but to express my point of view without insults)

Her crush on Adrien at this point in time is no more or less unhealthy than her crush with L/u/k/a— which is still unclear because for some reason In Silencer she still looked like she was on the brink of deciding she had a crush. She’s kind to L/u/k/a and he’s kind back, but she isn’t very nice. The difference is that it’s not very nice to ask someone on a date to spy on your main crush, it’s not very nice to indulge in the affection someone gives you as a chew toy while you wait for your crush and try avoiding the guy who is deeply in love with you and you sorta like him too. (He fell for her incredibly quickly and she did too despite feeling insulted by him moments before, unfortunately he’s a fallback she feels almost nothing for and she’s directing her ‘oh-no-feelings-for-someone-who-isnt-adrien’ chat noir attack to l/u/k/a because with him, she knows its easily uprooted).This goes back to the importance of not always being at your best behavior for a child audience to learn from you, but my unpopular opinion is that she and Adrien are not toxic and she and l/u/k/a are not a godsend. He’s also the equivalent of a High school sophomore dating an 8th grader? So... it’s kinda weird that he’s advancing? (I censored his name for the sake of avoiding conflict, I’m stating this for the unpopular opinion and I said it in as straight as I could because I don’t want salt to touch this. I respect L/u/k/a as a character, he’s a good boy. I’m disagreeing and agreeing to disagree by trying not to engage.)

Wish: Please, let her find out Chat Noir’s identity first... I beg you.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: Except don’t let the reveal happen right after one of them is rejected... that... that would be really bad.

5 words to best describe them: Noble, responsible, creative, strong, kind

My nickname for them: I like Marigold and Shortcake, I’ve used them in fics and I cry

anyway she’s one of the best protags don’t @ me when I have kids they’ll be watching her and adrien and they will be who they’re raised on

#miraculous ladybug #ml headcanon #ml sugar #miraculous ladybug sugar #marinette dupain cheng #ask #cass answers #Anonymous #letsescapismlife #yes this is how long it takes me to write these posts out and that's probs why I couldn't get to it all this time

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on a lighter note 4.10 is probably one of my favorite episodes in the entire series...i did re-stan arthur for like ten minutes near the end...it was So Good. a cut because i talked for so long about how good it is:

first of all i love that the episode opens with everyone giving elyan shit not because i dislike elyan (i love him he does not deserve to be the butt of jokes) but because i like that as far as this group of guys goes their primary form of affection is roasting each other. that’s toxic masculinity! it’s also a little charming

when i first watched this episode i thought the reason arthur looked so spooked at the shrine was that it was spooky and potentially magic and he’s not down with magic. rewatching it now that i Know has me screaming into my hands!!! when he first catches sight of it he looks as though he’s seen a ghost and watching his slow creeping recognition is like. mm. really good. good stuff

(as an aside: i’m not talking about it: but if i was: merlin calling arthur nothing but sire during this ENTIRE EPISODE as a form of rebellion because he’s still pissed about gwen is a whole ass mood. i have never loved merlin so much as i did when he was gwen’s only friend and stuck up for her and stuck his neck out for her REPEATEDLY despite knowing it could cost him)

gwaine talking about salt circles made me nostalgic for a different show :’)

arthur with stew in his hair is what he deserves

i was VERY MAD AT HIM for this WHOLE EPISODE so when (possessed) elyan was trying to kill him i was all YEAH BABE CMON GO RIGHT FOR THE NECK but then arthur USED HIS FOOTSTOOL AS A SHIELD and effectively fought off an ARMED ATTACKER while TOTALLY WEAPONLESS. it’s so under-appreciated there aren’t even gifs of it (i know, i looked, i would kill for some). it’s one of the coolest fight scenes in this entire series despite only being 20 seconds long. my love for arthur pendragon returned with a vengeance and i had a good bit of difficulty shoving it back down

elyan’s buddies all tracking him down and tricking him into surrendering peacefully only for percival to punch him in the face to knock him out. GUUUYSSS come on

merlin like straight up weeping upon witnessing the BRUTAL GENOCIDE that “uther” committed there 20 years ago is like...jesus FUCKING christ. they went SO hard.

ok so do we all remember in 2.08 when arthur tried to kill his dad (changed my life......) in the throne room or dining room or wherever that is and uther would only block and not strike back because arthur’s rage was just and true?? WELL PARALLELS because now arthur’s the one blocking and not attacking and i know a lot of it is because he didn’t wanna hurt elyan but also in my heart it’s partially because that little kid’s beef with him was LEGIT!!! and i think part of him realized. we even had merlin running up there to put a stop to it and arthur begging him to stop because he didn’t wanna kill him

i think the plot twist at the end of this episode (that it’s arthur, NOT uther, who was responsible for the slaughter of children at the druid camp) was really good and it makes for a very interesting second watch. case in point: arthur’s face when merlin and gaius are explaining to him that the spirit seeks revenge and the only way to save elyan’s life is to atone. very haunting: merlin says that uther is dead, and he can never atone for what he did now. unspoken: arthur’s NOT dead, not yet, and he CAN.

also interesting: merlin’s attempts to comfort arthur fall flat. “you can’t be held responsible for everything your father did” gets a dark look and a quick dismissal. it’s because merlin doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about

it’s a REALLY interesting dynamic swap because usually merlin is the one keeping his secrets close while arthur unknowingly blunders around in the dark trying to guess at what he’s thinking...with this, it’s the other way around, and i gotta say, arthur’s poker face is MUCH better than merlin’s. when he stews on something he stews on it hard. none of merlin’s horsing around and playing the fool and barely scraping by with dumb luck for arthur: he’s a WALL. maybe this is just the arthur stan in me but it makes getting a look at what’s going on in there SO much more gratifying

i know how this sounds, but i almost wonder if arthur didn’t give merlin extra chores on purpose - the extra chores were why he was up so late, and why he saw arthur slipping out of the castle in a cloak...this is far from the first time merlin’s followed him, and far from the first time merlin would witness him totally losing his shit emotionally (2.08 babey), so maybe arthur was scared of going back by himself and didn’t know how to explain the whole thing and ask for the company because toxic masculinity, and it was easier to just set merlin up to do what he naturally does best: be a nosy little shit

evidence: he catches on to merlin’s tailing him VERY quickly (was he looking out for him?) and doesn’t seem at all surprised or angry that he’s there, nor does he order merlin to go back (his exact words are “feel free to go back to camelot anytime you like”) - if you watch very VERY carefully, you can also see his expression shift just a little after merlin states his intention to tag along - there’s just the barest hint of a smile

arthur looks SO SPOOKED walking back into this shrine. it’s so good. he gets real intense

merlin also sort of shifts his weight back after arthur confesses to his checkered past as a WAR CRIMINAL and like...wow

this dynamic. arthur is kind of afraid of magic and merlin is kind of afraid of arthur’s reaction to his magic. and when i say “kind of” what i mean is they’re scared shitless of each other despite trusting each other implicitly. it’s a lot for me. it’s my favorite dynamic in the entire world

i restanned arthur for this section because he was SO GOOD. he’s really actually quite scared of dying (in the opener for s4 he was really troubled by his supposed upcoming doom and in this he lowkey starts to hyperventilate when he thinks the druid kid is about to kill him) but he’s always jumping at the chance to lay down his life anyway - they say atone to save elyan, he fucking atones, even if he has to die for it

AAAAH his whole SPEECH he was YOUNG AND INEXPERIENCED he was TRYING TO PROVE HIMSELF TO HIS DAD he can STILL HEAR THE SCREAMS hes NEVER GONNA LET THIS HAPPEN AGAIN god im gonna LOSE MY MIND

like i said aloud going into this “i am still so mad at him he better display some top-tier empathy if he wants out of the doghouse” BUT HE DID...MY BOY...

also i feel like this hug from this kid he GOT KILLED is maybe only the 8th time he’s ever been hugged in his whole entire life

am not a big fan of merlin giving him shit about his lil moment in the end but like also...maybe he was just trying to cheer him up...the way Men do...i hurt

anyway this is like the first sign we’ve seen since arthur’s coronation that maybe he isn’t going to be totally anti-magic like uther forever...the first sign we’ve seen that he truly is anti-genocide...it’s true atonement and it’s Good

and not to give the writers this much credit but in my heart the reason he was so adamant to save that little druid kid (mordred) in season 1?? was because of this, the dead druid children weighing on his conscience. also gives new weight to the very brief scene in i think the s3 finale where he held his sword to a druid kid’s neck in exchange for the cup of life, and maybe explains a little bit why he looked so fucking spooked in there. no they didn’t do it on purpose but why ignore something that’s so good even if it is accidental THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT

#personal #merlin blogging #the short version of this is that somehow i stan arthur more after they revealed he's a war criminal. fantastic #sometimes i even stan him very much against my will. horrible!!#liz's meta #liz's merlin stuff #liz makes stuff

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Who are you now - Brendon urie

Requested: yes Warnings: smut, daddy kink, bondage. Words:2187 Paring: Reader x Brendon Urie

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I have always seen, advertisements videos and pictures, of the one guy I have came to hate over the years he happened to be my best friend in school him and his group. I was interested in Brendon but someone else got him the total bitch of the school, I ended up with Ryan.

After two years, and them starting a band Ryan broke up with me, we had kept in touch for while but I stopped that. They got big, Brendon lost his girlfriend Ryan left Jon left and Spencer had ended up leaving too. He had gotten all new members. Touring around the world.

I'm currently in New York for a book signing, after high school I went to college for different stuff, I ended up being a editor but stopped to become a writer and here I am on my third book, a rather raunchy book.

"Hi! Who should I write this out to?" I ask

"Leann" she says, I sign it and hand it too her "thank you so much!"

"No problem" I smile, my gaurd yelling next, and so it went on, it was time to quit for now I'll be doing more tomorrow I grabbed my stuff so I and my guard Nick left, we are close always cracking jokes we went to eat, on the way in someone ran into me

"Step away from miss y/writers/name" Nick says, stepping beside me, the group turns around and My stomach churns the one and only Brendon boyd urie

"Nick I'm okay " I smile at him and he settles down " let's go sit down we need to talk about my signing tomorrow "

"Agreed miss " he smiles as we started to walk off he himself Brendon speaks up

"Y/n?" His voice deeper smoother, sexier. Just like his appearance

"In the flesh Urie" I wave Nick off and face him "my Urie you've changed, barely recgonized you "

"U-uh yeah same with you" he chokes out, the others chuckling "why are you here me?"

"Me? Why are you here?" I snicker "I'm here for a signing for my new book, let me guess you're tourin?"

"Yeah yeah. Y- were pretty big now and obviously sexy as fuck"

"Hmp" I scoff "who are you now? A cocky bastard definitely not the sweet caring Brendon I grew up with. Let me guess Chrissy changed you?"

"Me?! The cocky one? Look who's talking miss bigshot here for a book signing" he scoffs "you always were a bitch"

"Blame yourself Urie you and Ryan" I turn my heels and walk off not before hearing the others speak

"You grew up with her?" One says

"Ryan?" The other says

"Yeah. I dated Chrissy she dated Ryan Ross" he says, I find nick.

Through out dinner I was zoned mind running off the thoughts of Brendon now, deeper voice smoother, style sexier. Arms more toned. I sigh and pick at my food. Of course after dinner we went to the hotel. And I just laid wide awake.

My phone going off, I check and see who it is, Urie. He still has my number? What the fuck.

Brendon Urie: y/n I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot earlier, wanted to invite you tomorrow night to an after party.

Me: whatever Urie, do you know what you did to me in school? You broke my heart you guys never kept in contact Ryan left me and broke me even more. Fuck you and your nice morals.

I slam my phone down on the bed and get you stripping on my way to the bathroom, getting into a steamy shower, when I get out I don't bother getting dressed I just lay down, I know I'm a getting to be a well known arthor but to feel better about myself I snap a few pictures of myself. Has anyone ever seen these? A little fling I had a while back did. My phone goes off once more

Brendon Urie: I'm sorry okay, please just come. So we catch up .

I don't respond, I just cover up and fall asleep.

The next day, went by in a flash. I never told Brendon that I was going, Nick and I went back to the hotel and got ready I word a red off the shoulder dress. Nick knew where to go. Before we left I took a picture and then one of nick and I. If he weren't my guard id so be sleeping with him. We left and headed to the party, Brendon has some pretty hot guys in his band now I could flirt.

When we got there, nick guided me into the place making sure no one does anything. My editor and agent suggested nick, I went along, we spotted the group and I go to then swaying my hips when they see me, they nudge Brendon and he turns around. his wonder over me a couple times.

"Eyes are up here urie." I raise my brow "you all look dashing" before anyone can something Brendon moves close to me

"Let's go get a drink" he says, guesturing me infront of him I scoff and turn around and walk swaying my hips. We get to the open bar and both get drinks, I having a margarita.

We go somewhere else and start talking, catching up. Talking about everything that happened even getting into a yelling match people staring I storm off to get another drink he follows me, so I go outside. Deciding we should continue to talk and try not to start yelling, but that didn't last long, we started yelling again and not wanting to waste my drink i chug it down finding a fill cup and throwing it at him

"Fuck you Urie" I half yell my voice breaking. before anything else happens, his hands are grabbing me and pulling me in for a kiss, not wanting to fight anymore I grip his shirt in my hands. It got heated quickly like we were making up for something that never happened.

"I thought I never had a chance, I was so dorky" he breathes

" I never thought I had a chance bren, " I lick my lips "i got with Ryan hoping to make you jealous"

He laughs and kisses me again, pulling me close to him I wrap my arms around his neck trying to pull each other closer than what we are. He pushes us up against the closest wall, just the simple needy makeout has me aching for more knowing my panties are well soaked. His tongue slides into my mouth and our tongues battle for dominance I let out soft moans

"Let's go somewhere else yah?" He bites his lip and I just nod "where are you staying?"

I tell him hotel, telling Nick to stay and enjoy himself, Brendons group giving him wide eyed looks, he just shakes his head and rushes us outside to get a cab. We definitely annoyed the driver, as soon as we got in we were going at each other once more. When we got to the hotel the cab driver was all but happy to get us our of the car.

We rush in, going to my room, as Im opening the door he's kissing my neck. We get into the room and are making out and stripping each other as we walk to the bed. Falling on it his lips starting their attack on my neck, searching for my weakspot nipping at my skin, he hit the spot and bit on it causing a moan from me that makes him suck the skin into his mouth, I run a hand through his hair and holding his head on my neck

"Brandon fuck me." I spit out, he pulls away and looks at me

"Yeah?" He smirks, I nod "everyone will know who's making you feel good"

He goes to grab a condom but i stop him and he just looks at me

"Birth control" I say, smirking and wasting no time he's inside of me, starting a agonizingly slow pace, he knows what he's doing he knows I'm about to break.

"Mm fuck" he groans, not speeding up any, I groan in annoyance, he looks at me and smirks "what's wrong princess?"

"You're going to slow" I whine I lean up and kiss him roughly and bite his lip making him groan and stop his movements all together "I'm not the fuck me slow and easy urie"

"Huh then what are you" he grins "take me how you want choking and all?"

"Fuck yes please " I moan, he doesn't do anything, smirking once more I roll my eyes, unexpectedly he slams himself inside of me, making me moan quite loudly

"Jesus christ darlin you're so tight" he groans, setting a pace we're both happy with, he dips his head down and bites on my neck and collar bone making me moan out his name some more

"Ouhhh Brendon fuck" I moan out "more please, don't hold back "

"As you wish babygirl" his voice dripping in pure sex, his pet name for me making me whimper and press my hips up to feel more of him. He pulls out and flips me over onto my stomach pulling my ass into the air his hands grabbing and rubbing it

"You okay with your hands being tied?" He's holding back trying to be easy but I can tell he's not so sweet and gentle

"Shit do it" it comes out as a plead, he gets up and grabs his tie, grabbing my arms and tying my wrists together, his hand trailing down my back to my ass once again

"Tell me if I hurt you baby" his whispers into my ear, I nod and whimper wanting him to be back inside of me, and as if on cue he's back inside of me, the pleasure indescribable moaning at everything thrust he does, his groans turning me on even more if that's possible.

His thrusts getting slightly slower, he flips me back onto my back, his lip pulled between his teeth id do anything to touch him but I'm content with my hands being tied together from him, he pulls my legs higher around his waist so I'm slightly closer to him, dipping his head down to my neck to suck on the skin to mark that he was the one pleasing me, I moan and squirm around a little bit making him groan and look at me, sitting up on just his knees the Angle feeling perfect, finding my g-spot hitting it with every single thrust, my moans are louder and more consistent, he grins in triumph, I through my head back and scream out his name

"Fuck you're so fucking sexy like this" he groans out, "I just want to picture this so I can see it all the time

"Brendon..." I whimper, not even caring that he's reaching for his phone to take a picture of this, knowing my face looks like I'm in pure ecstasy from the pleasure. He throws his phone down and kissed me roughly

"You're gonna ride me" he smirks, moving aside his back against the wall, I roll myself over onto his legs, he grabs himself and I sink down onto him, throwing my head back and moaning loudly

"Mm daddy" I whine, he groans and I look at him unquestioningly

"Say it again baby" his hands grabbing at my boobs, bring his mouth to one his tongue toying with my nipple I moan and start moving against him, not being able to do much as my hands are still tied together

"Daddy... please " I moan pleading for him to help me out, he gets the hint as his hands go to my hips and moves me against him, we stay this way. Having my hands placed on his chest and my head thrown back screaming my name and he's lifting my body and slamming it back down roughly. Feeling as if I'm in heaven, I feel my legs shake, my body tensing knowing I'm getting close, and it's going to be the best orgasm I've had in years. I ball my hands together finger nails digging into the palm of my hand

"Fuck you're close huh baby?" He groans kissing my neck, I nod. "Come on baby girl cum for me let me see that face

With one last slam of my body onto his, I scream out his name my head and body falling onto his body shaking from the force of my orgasm, I whine and wiggle around when I feel his juices spill into me. We stay like that for a bit before he lays me down and gets up. Coming back with a wet towel and cleaning me up and disappearing again.

Before he comes back I'm curled up underneath the covers and falling asleep, feeling the bed dip in and a kiss to my head and being pulled to his body.

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