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ilikecrystalsanddirt · 1 year

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Hello I must talk about Hobie Brown or I will actively die. I have been hyper focusing on this man since I saw ATSP. This is a collection of things that I’ve seen others pointed out or my own thoughts compiled into one big list. MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

The scene where Pavi, Gwen and Miles chase Spot to the force field just before Hobie shows up gives us the basic premise of this technology. It is “impossible” to go through. Miles tries anyway and is struggling with it.

Absolutely no hesitation from Hobie as he blasts through the force field with a wave of sound and a kick.

He does a cool pose. What a nerd.

Hobie canonically knows how to get through the force fields, which makes a lot of sense for his character.

Him and Pavi have a v cute moment and he definitely gives big brother energy.

He immediately knows who Miles is by Universe, which is interesting, isn’t it?

Despite Miles showing obvious irritation/dislike for him, he gives him advice, but also ribs him. Huge big brother vibes to the spider band. Also confirms that he knows exactly how to dismantle the force field and then teaches Miles.

Goes against the dynamic of how every other spider person has introduced themselves.

“And I was bitten by a … wouldn’t you like to know?” >:) Hot

Refuses to show off secret identity which is weird right? He just said his name. Specifically, he doesn’t show his face until Spot isn’t close by. Is he worried about retaliation?

We learn he is an activist, an anarchist, hates the AM, hates the PM, hates labels.

I personally think that his rant about hero being a term used by “self-mythologizing narcissistic autocrat” is targeted. Probably at Miguel who we later learn very much thinks of himself as the good guy.

This man has read Marx and that’s hot.

Him and Gwen are close and this annoys Miles. He brings it up casually and is very nonchalant about her leaving stuff at his place. I def think they are platonic. Specifically I think he’s queer and she’s like way too young for him.

“Are those my chucks?” “Heh.” SIBLING VIIIIIIBES also someone pointed out that specifically her shoes don’t change like his do and that they’re in her size which probably means he bought them and pretended to leave them out

Him saying he doesn’t believe in teams is interesting to me. He’s an anarchist. What do you mean he doesn’t believe in teams??? Nah nah I think this is much more specific. One of two possibilities I think. 1) Lost a lot of people and teams are scary. It means you care about someone and trust someone, and you could lose them. 2) He’s specifically taking about the Spider Society and/or another “team” that screwed him over/other people over. Juries still out, but it doesn’t make sense.

He hates consistency, yet he’s consistently funny? Doesn’t believe in comedy, yet he makes me laugh so much? Curious 🧐

He and Gwen are immediately going to pick Miles back up after the blast from Spot. Mans cares.

“I’ll do it, but not because you told me to.” DYING. STOOOOOP

Him and Gwen do the exact same technique to pull up the building which means more than likely he taught her that.

This man is wearing full skinny jeans, doc mhartins, leather vest and carrying a guitar. He is DEDICATED to the aesthetic.

Despite knowing that Pav is supposed to lose either the inspector or his Gwen, he immediately goes to help save her.

Does not scold or patronize Miles after he “messed up”. Encourages him and hypes him up.

“It’s a metaphor for capitalism.” 💀

“I don’t follow orders and neither does he.” Hobie is trying to persuade Miles not to go back to HQ. He already knows something will happen if he goes, but he follows anyway knowing.

“I was this cool the whole time.” YEAH YOU WERE!

“Bit much, innit?” Slowly building up negativity to the society. He knows how to talk people out of joining things like this.

GWENDY!!! Adorable and not being scolding

“How much have you told him? Bout his place in all of this.” Assessing the situation while Jessica is right in front of them and can most likely hear everything.

Also knows A LOT about what’s going on. That Miles is a key player, an anomaly. That he is someone who means a lot to his friend, Gwen, and that he matters in taking this place down.

“Maybe not enough.” Miles doesn’t even know about glitching, which means he’s coming from a place of ignorance to the whole thing.

“Apart from having a great name? Yeah it’s super cool and not creepy.” Planting the seed about this place whereas Gwen is downplaying the red flags.

“Bet this doesn’t even do anything.” Actively stealing from this place to build the watch more than likely, and is showing the security theatre of the place. Showing Miles that this place isn’t as high tech and air tight as one would think.

“Propaganda, bro! It’s to distract you from the truth.” His voice is so sincere here, and it’s for sure how he feels. But when Miles pushes back, he changes tactics.

“I ain’t got a Scooby Doo mate.” Yes he does. He knows something, or at least has theories. Also keeping it nonchalant and chill so as not to upset Miles, which would push him further into the Society.

“That’s what they want.” He is correct though. We’ve seen they keep things from people in the society if they think it will make things go smoother.

“Why do you want to be apart of this stuff?” Trying to figure out what he’s missing from home that would make him want to join this cult

“Make your own watch.” Not only does he believe Miles can do that himself, but he’s actively stealing parts to do just that.

The little roll he does and hanging off that thing 😍😳😩🥵 God he’s just so casually hot

“Bet you got a nice set up, nice parents.” Checking on his living situation, establishing if he has parents what kind of relationship he has with them.

The way he looks at Miles when he says he got in a fight with his parents is very telling. It’s like a seriously? kind of face. In the comics, he is an orphan which I think will carry over, so it makes sense he might be jealous.

“That’s a bloody shame. Cuz you’re not ready for everybody else.” He knows about the canon events and if Miles dad isn’t dead, he won’t want to join if he knows.

Trying to convince him not to join, and almost pitting his happy home life against the Spider Society. After that line it immediately cuts to Miguel which means he knows about Miguel’s hatred for him/intentions for him

Physically puts himself in Miles way to block him from going forward.

“The whole point of being Spider-Man is your independence. Being your own boss, you don’t need all this.” Trying to convince Miles right before they go in. He has a chance to run right now without all the chaos that will happen. He’s trying to give him a chance to run.

“Then why are you here?” “Looking out for my drummer is all.” He’s looking out for Gwen and for Miles. Putting himself in a place that allowed horrible stuff to happen to him and his friends. More stealing for the watch.

“Alright, squashed! But don’t enlist until you know what war you’re fighting.” Doesn’t want to test Miles or Gwen when they still have allegiance to this place. Giving him one last piece of advice so he continues to ask questions and not blindly trust.

Hobie is actively hiding in the shadows trying not to be noticed. Obviously knows Miguel is a threat.

He looks so anxious when Miguel speaks to Miles. Knows what’s to come and is ready to throw down. Possibly afraid of him.

Seems unphased when the box is thrown at Miles. Bad home life? Knows Miguel’s temper is bad?

Immediately eats the Empanada. Based.

The little wave he does. It’s so sarcastic and obviously making fun of him.

Puts his feet up on something, acting all cool and aloof.

“I’m ain’t even here. Or here.” He’s testing Miguel’s patience and having a blast doing so. Also he’s sneaking around looking at shit and being fairly open about it.

“The kids an anarchist.” V cute, loves how it pisses of Miguel

“Taking a crap on the establishment? I salute you.” She obviously knows him as she likes being picked up by him. V cute together. He’s great with kids.

Kind of fades in and out as the tension escalates.

“Yeah what of it?” Defensive much? Was once close with a cop. My personal head cannon is that something forced him to kill a cop and he’s embraced it. More than likely the fact that in his universe in the comics Venom is used on cops to make them stronger.

Reminds Miles how to break free when he is panicking.

THAT SMIIIIIIRK 😭😍😳

“Just for the record I quit.” Actively leaving the watch so no possibility of being tracked and in the middle of the commotion so nobody is paying attention.

Makes a watch for Gwen!!!!!! Also he makes it all punk which confirms that stuff from his universe stays punk after leaving, interesting.

Joins the Spider band!!! He def believes in teams.

Editing to add “You’re not helping.” “Good.” Like god he’s such a rebel and actively antagonizing the situation bc he knows where this is going. Thank you Robnicole for the note!

Also adding to point out that his Docs are laced with blue shoelaces which if you weren’t aware is a code in the punk community. Blue signified you’ve killed a cop.

#hobie brown #spiderman atsv #spider punk #Hobie is so hot aaaaaaaa #atsv hobie #atsv spoilers #across the spider verse spoilers

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blorbologist · 1 year

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heyooo I just started writing fan fic and I really have no idea what I'm doing haha, can you explain how you draft and edit and write you long fics? i don't know what to do besides just starting at the beginning and writing to the end. (also sending this to multiple writiers so I can get lots of opinions)

Hi anon! I’m really flattered you’ve reached out <33

An amorphous list of advice from someone who has written over 300k words in under a year:

Make sure to note all your ideas for the fic down. You will not remember your plot twist thought up on the walk home in a few hours - *write it down!* It could be gushing to a friend about it or a notepad or whatever - and then make sure to compile it wherever you’re keeping your ideas for that fic.

Be kind to yourself! Sometimes it takes weeks or months to write a scene the way you want it - maybe you aren’t inspired, maybe you can’t get it to Work, maybe, maybe - don’t beat yourself up about it. It’s art. There is no timeline.

Likewise, if you’re new: I’d really recommend against a longfic! Do some oneshots first - seeing a work to completion and posting it will really help your confidence. A longfic is a long commitment, and if you end up changing plans or abandoning it it can be very discouraging for you to have that incomplete work be one of your first. It’s like training for a marathon :D

Get a bullet point list if you can of scenes you want to do or information/things that need to happen for those scenes to make sense. Even if you don’t have the details - I have the note ‘they find Tary in hell, because he overheard them and thought it was an adventurous place to be’ in my main fic doc. I didn’t know *how* they were going to meet him, or under what context, and figured that out as I wrote. You don’t need to break it up by chapter, just timeline.

Speaking of timeline, here’s a neat trick: muse is a fickle thing, you don’t *have* to trudge through content you don’t want to write to get to the good stuff. I usually prefer to - I like having the full emotional context for scenes clear in my head - but when writer’s block gets me I’ll often jump to self indulgent writing something fun I’ve wanted to get to. You can always go back and edit things and add in a scene later, so long as you haven’t posted yet…

… which is why I strongly, strongly, strongly recommend having a buffer when you can, or at least letting a chapter sit overnight while you sleep on it. I get the urge to post something you just made, hot off the press, but you would not believe the number of typos or inconsistencies I find after reading things over with fresh eyes. This is true for both oneshots and longfics - the chapters y’all are seeing for Two for joy were mostly complete around November during NaNoWriMo! It also means you have room to go back and edit things - if you stumble on a cool plot twist you can foreshadow it more effectively, or if a character arc changed in ways you didn’t expect you can lay more groundwork for it. It’s less stressful knowing that if gradschool goes to hell I’ve got… hang on… 13 weeks of wiggle room while still keeping to my schedule. And even if it did run out - this is free content, people would understand if I went on hiatus for a bit. You have all the time in the world - use it!

BUT, in a similar vein, feedback and encouragement are super important to keeping your muse up. Which is why I strongly recommend having a friend or two in fandom you can bombard with snippets and spoilers and ideas! One for sorrow / Two for joy would likely have sputtered and fizzled out without @rightpastnowhere, @katia-dreamer, @burr-ell, @essayofthoughts, @romeoandjulietyouwish - and the fandom community I found early on that were so excited for the fic! Engage with your commenters, they can make for really great friends, betas and/or tormented souls when you offhand chuck your most evil plot twists at them >:D

Remember that fanfic is supposed to be fun. You’re having fun. You’re writing, for free. I’ve mostly written for Critical Role as a fandom, but I promise you it’s not as scary as you might think it is. I haven’t gotten a single nasty comment or anon yet, despite, uhhhh, breaking up my OTP and piling angst galore on people (and making Vax trans). By in large, it's a supportive space - but don't be afraid to curate it to your needs. Writing is for you and whatever you want to get out of it: validation for your ideas/HCs/skill, new friendships and a sense of community, improving your own skill, self-indulgent things you want to see in fiction, working through trauma, hella hot porn, etc. We’re all allowed to look to fic for different things, If it stops being what you need, if it feels like work, like a chore? You can drop it.

Hope this was of some help!

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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Psycho Love. | Mark Lee (M) Part 3.

Prologue • “Darling you’ve got me obsessed with you.”

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synopsis • huang mei is a psychiatrist assigned to the most dangerous killer, but things start to go downhill from there.

warning • mafia x psychiatrist, mark lee mafia!, mei is Chinese and renjun’s twin sister, lots of action, thriller, fighting and mystery. dark romance!!! DARK DARK ROMANCE, mei is in a relationship with hyungsik, mark smut, kidnapping mentions. mark is 😃 slightly insane but yk what it’s fine 😭. THIS IS A MAFIA FIC OF MY SERIES!!

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TW: Toxic and Violent Relationships mentioned here <3 If you’re uncomfortable with this please click off and stay safe~~.

Mei felt two strong pair eyes fixating onto her once she enters the room where the man is chained to a wall with his chair keeping him sat. He shows a chide facial expression. “I hate to admit it, but you peaked my interest.” Mark cowls as if it was the most rare thing.

The doctor positions herself on the chair leaning forward with arms lightly un-crossed, a professional smile flashing to Mark. “I get that a lot.” Mei smirks a little.

“When do you ever have the most dangerous man who’s killed 200 men and women become heavily interest in you?” Mark chucks forward with an eyebrow raise, leaning down to his chair as he relaxes. Speaking to Mei was as if he was speaking to himself almost, he feels…familiar with her.

Mei left out a small chuckle, thinking aloud in her head. ‘Nope that’s certainly a first.’

“Well, that would be a first Mark. There is a first time for everything.” Mei calmly explains, she then takes her coat off and reveals no notepad or recorder. “Just in case you were going to tell me to strip again, I have nothing on me.” Mei tells, Mark slowly nodding.

There was a silence for a while but for the first time, Mark broke it as his eye contact never left Mei’s innocent doctor appearance. Why was he so fixated on her? He couldn’t figure it out either, but something kept pulling him in. Mei shown no uncomfortable behaviour at his staring, in fact she encouraged it. “I feel like we are very similar,” he trails.

He saw the woman’s face lighten up at the words, he was expecting a frown or a disgraced expression considering he is a killer. But no, Mei’s expression lightened up with curiosity. She was truly a minx. “How come Mark?” Mei questions.

“Not sure yet, I’m trying to figure it out.” Mark replies, Mei smiling. “Well, as you figure that out. I have a question for you.”

The man himself said nothing but only a nod given to the doctor, Mei clears her throat as she taps forward on the desk. She hums a little. “I want to know about your childhood, perhaps family? Or maybe school? I’m curious about your upbringing.”

Mark immediately hesitated as he scowls with a slight scoff, looking around the room now completely disinterested. “Listen here doc, why would I tell you that when i barely know anything about you?” She hears him hiss in disagreement, Mei quickly raises her hands in surrender.

“You’re absolutely right Mark. I’ll tell you everything about my childhood.” Mei spoke with genuine honesty. Mark raising eyebrow at the doctor, surely she won’t tell the true story?

“I come from China, I have a twin brother called Renjun. I have one parent, the other is unemotionally unavailable.” Mei explains forward without any care that she’s sharing something personal with a killer, the other doctors on the line monitoring are astonished and at the same time scared for Mei. Mark hums forward, she peaks his interest once again.

He leans forward, allowing the chains to rattle around with a noise. “When did you come to korea?”

“About a year ago, i had Korean lessons in my school back in China though.” Mei answers quickly, Mark definitely knows she isn’t lying to him. No one could answer quickly with such a detailed answer.

He sighs back. “You’re a weird one.”

Mei grins ear to ear. “I get that a lot. So, will you keep your word?” The man smirks at the persistent doctor. She was always going to ask for more.

“I’ll tell you when i feel slightly more satisfied, for now i’ll ask more personal questions.” Mark hollers and Mei surprisingly nods. “Sure, I’m fine with that.”

Mark scoffs in disbelief, how could she be so calm? He can ask anything! “You’re either a fool to be this calm in this situation or, you’re pretending you aren’t scared.”

Mei shakes her head. “Friends shouldn’t be scared of friends right? I don’t see you as a killer, we agreed on being friends.”

“Friends don’t tie each other though?” Mark replied as he shown his wrists to Mei. The girl eyes the metallic restrains humming. “I’ll get it fixed for our next session, how about that?”

“For now, this is it for todays session.” Mei replies as she looks at the time. “I have a date to go to with my boyfriend.” Mei hums cheerfully.

The moment the word ‘boyfriend’ hit the edge of his ears going through the other ear, his eyes darken. So she has a boyfriend, is absolutely leading Mark to tell his secrets and now she’s even promised to have Mark untied in the next session if he calls for her?

Mei would bow a goodbye to Mark as she left the room, something within Mark boiled. He was left more interested than before.

Taeil walks up to Mei as he pats her. “Good work today, he seems to be cooperating more. Also, good work on not stripping.” He adds teasingly, Mei looking down flustered with a pout to the lips. “I’m starting to regret it.” Mei replies.

He shakes his head as he then turns to the clock. “Oh right you’re leaving in a bit, but I just want to ask you.” He paused as Mei turns to Taeil in the changing room where she takes her doctor coat, hanging it up on the cloak in the locker that every doctor has. “Please tell me you weren’t serious about un-restraining Mark in the next session?” Taeil almost pleaded.

Mei hums calmly and straightforwardly. “I was serious.” Taeil sighs out loud, walking around the room until he stops pointing to Mei who turns around now facing him. “Yah, Mei you can’t be serious. Do you trust him?” Taeil said.

She shakes her head sighing. “No of course not, but, to trust him you need to say goodbye to those restraints.”

Taeil deadpans at her face, as if she’s the most crazy person he’s met officially. “Mei..- Mark killed people. He’s killed over a hundred people! He’s a mafia, do you get it?” He reaches shaking Mei back and forth by the shoulders. The woman blinks at him as she then lightly taps Taeil’s head.

“I know what he’s done.” Mei replies pulling away from her boss. “Anyways let’s give it a shot, I know for a fact he won’t hurt me or anything. He isn’t showing signs of aggression.”

Taeil almost wants to cuss but he stops himself midway. “No but that’s what makes him difficult, Mei. You can’t tell his next move. He has impulsive emotions, trust me. That man got close to a woman previously and he suffocated her!”

Mei grabs her work bag and jacket, pulling it over her slim lean body, turning back to Taeil who looks massively frustrated. “I believe he has a dark secret why he’s the way he is today. Can you trust me Mr Moon?” Mei sweetly talks forward, the man holding his hips.

“Your sweet talk won’t work on me, Mei.” He warns and Mei approaches forward. “Please Mr Moon let me handle the situation.” She softly tells, fixing Taeil’s doctor coat collars. Watching the Adam’s Apple shiver at the action, Mei smirks— she literally has her boss wrapped round her little finger.

“Okay, fine.” Taeil speaks out finally, Mei pulling away from the man no longer closing the space between them. “But!” He quickly tells, Mei watching him. “But, once something wrong happens I’m jumping in with security guards and chaining him up once again.”

Mei nods, that was fair. The doctor smiles as she then hugs Taeil, letting go and walking to open the staff changing room door wide. “Thank you boss! See you tomorrow!” The boss ghostly smiles at the younger woman who left the room, sighing.

“She’s crazy.” He mutters.

Mei drove back home to her apartment, her boyfriend will get off work in the next hour, so she has plenty of time to get ready.

The apartment door opens quietly, the passcode beeping indicating she wrote the correct passcode in. The door shuts, the door beeping once again to tell Mei its shut properly.

The Chinese girl sighs walking around the apartment, taking off the jacket and the bag was thrown on the couch. Mei hums aloud, walking to the open kitchen with the living room together, opening the fridge.

She takes out a small orange juice can, opening the metal lid area where she hears a satisfying ‘skrrr’ of air fuzzing. Mei hums sipping it, about to walk to the tv area to turn the news on.

But then, a soft muffled noises were heard coming out of the bedroom. Mei’s head turns to the closed shared bedroom door, walking to it slowly. The ears perk up as her hand slowly turns the doorknob to open the door ajar.

Mei peaks inside the room that held female scattered clothes with others men clothes, she turns the lights on with a disgraced expression she notices her boyfriend and a girl, completely naked on top of each other.

“Hyungsik, so this is what you’re doing?” Mei coldly replies, the two scream in unison as Mei walks forward to the man who looks at Mei with million stuttering excuses about to come out of his lying mouth. “Mei- i- I can explain trust m—”

A cold fizzy orange flavoured water pours right on his head down to his naked body, Mei frowning with a pissed of expression, but she knew even if she shows she’s mad she can be easily controlled by the manipulative bastard.

“Save your words, i don’t want to hear them.” She replies and eyes the blonde naked girl covering herself up, she said nothing to the female because why would she waste her time?

Mei turns to her closest starting to pack her own clothes, Hyungsik screaming across the bedroom. “Yah, Huang Mei! What are you doing huh?”

He hears no reply from Mei, causing him to stand up and then grab Mei’s shoulder turning her around. Mei angrily swings her hand slapping the man across his face, with a disgusted expression she grossly speaks. “Don’t touch me, cheating bastard we are over.” Mei berated.

The woman on the bed quietly left the room with her clothes, going inside the toilet to change. The man holds his face as he darkly laughs, in disbelief and angry fuelling in him. His hands travel to Mei where he suddenly pushes her down with a huge slap impacting Mei’s face, a sound of his nails scratching her cheek.

“You dare slap me? I get what I did was terrible, but can’t you forgive and forget me?” Hyungsik chokes out, crouching down to Mei’s level. The woman spat on Hyungsik’s face where she kicks his crotch area, the man rolling down immersed with the pain.

Mei scowls grabbing the bag of clothes she packed, taking her own car keys and other equipment that belongs to her. She turns to the man on the floor trying to get back up, Mei running out and closing the bedroom door. She locks it with a side broom, jamming the doorknob so he won’t be able to get out. “Fucking cheater, don’t ever contact me again.” Mei shouts.

The apartment clucks about when Mei leaves the place going down the building with the elevator. She walks out of it, heading to the car park.

It is late at night but she can always turn to one person in this world. Mei did not waste any time as she drives her car off, leaving the area.

Who could she possibly turn to?

It’s none other than Huang Renjun.

The girl pauses in front of the apartment door that belongs to her brother, knocking on it this late at night around nine pm. The door swings open revealing Renjun in his pyjamas, ready to go to bed, he looks at Mei with half worry the other half being confusion.

“Mei?” Renjun tells and Mei shortly smiles, though it wasn’t a happy one. She feels completely shit and taken advantage of. “Hey, can i stay over at yours?”

Renjun took Mei in without needing any answers, she can live with him if she wished he wouldn’t care. The boy moves the sofa with comfy pillows and a blanket, he shifts to Mei who sighs, opening the fridge in the kitchen afar.

Mei grabs the two beer cans, Renjun always has alcohol to share. She comes back to the couch, sitting down on it with an open beer can where she drank. Renjun sighs. “What’s happened to you?”

Mei shrugs unbothered, it’s probably better to forget it and not dump it on Renjun. her brother sits next to her, eyeing Mei who drank massive gulps of the alcohol. She sighs when pulling away from the drink, putting it down on the table.

“Nothing happened.” Mei lowly replies. Renjun sighs rubbing Mei’s head lovingly before standing up, he knows how Mei is. Hard to open up with emotions, despite being such a good psychiatrist where she helps other people with many problems and emotions, she can’t take her own advice.

She won’t open up even if it kills her at some point. Renjun hums, he won’t force her to tell her what’s wrong, eventually she will speak and if she doesn’t— then Renjun can simply help her from afar. He will find out eventually from other people.

“Alright you don’t have to tell me anything, don’t get drunk though you have work tomorrow don’t you?” Renjun said. Mei nodding, she waved goodbye to Renjun who walks to his bedroom to sleep, he has lots of deadlines to catch up on.

You might be wondering what does Renjun work as? He’s an artist. He paints and draws, sells his work in the most famous gallery’s and such. He is gaining a good reputation right now.

Mei shifts to the second beer can, opening it with ease. Her eyes lower down where she felt a water stream, why was water coming down her face?

She came to notice that she’s crying without realising it. Mei wipes her eyes, sipping the beer slowly. Alcohol should help her sleep a little without having wild angry thoughts keep her up.

At some point she wishes she could just make people who hurt her disappear. But Mei doesn’t have such ability.

Masterlink to Psycho Love Chapters.

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ipromiseimawriter · 7 months

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From your WIP list, I'd love to hear more about destiel theatre bitches AU, it sounds so fun!

:')))) firstly, thank you again for tagging me; and second, oh bOY here we go (it's an honor tyty)

so I've got less for this rn but I feel like I'm always kinda chipping at it lately. it's insanely self-indulgent (i did my degrees in theatre and simply think the inner dynamics of a theatre program are so funny), and i could not help but immediately latch onto the idea of Dean as a tech theatre professor who heads the scene shop (aka where they build sets and do all that jazz) (a job that in this AU, Bobby used to do, before taking a step back and (almost) retiring). (he probably also loves to act a lil <3)

figuring out where Castiel went was a little trickier, but then it occurred to me to try him on as like -- a directing (and likely also theatre history?) professor. someone who's downright good at taking charge of a situation, knows and cares about the Lore, and he absolutely would have the most batshit taste in plays. time to get these crazy Kansas kids to do some absurdism. he's new to the department (a recommendation from dear friend Meg, an acting professor) and is gonna be a shitstarter <333

from my immensely unhelpful notes doc:

The premise is just gonna be like - a really fucking chaotic school year. I just love mess. Dean and Cas are gonna get put in charge of shit together and it’s gonna be a mess, they’re gonna be best friends and fall in love and be SO STUPID ABOUT IT. agonizing. clown town usa.

in a more concise way: i imagined that they get paired up to work on their first production of the season together and it's just. a madhouse. naturally bc they're them, they end up getting on like a house on fire while also playing in the space of we both kinda need to have control that's p familiar to their dynamic. lots of push and pull. shenanigans, even. best friends but Watch Out. teacher4teacher AU with sexual tension to the nth degree.

so many of the supporting characters get to round out the faculty and staff (Charlie in particular here is a favorite, as one of Dean's tech theatre compatriots) (along with Sam who starts on the outside but is a fervent supporter), and even the students. Jack, Claire, and Kevin, among a few others are definitely witnesses to this chaos. yes they are taking bets on it

also Chuck is the dean (lol) of their little corner of school, and his whole secret life as Carver Edlund will definitely have a role to play in this somewhere that I am trying to finalize.

also writing this out really helped encourage the process, thank you ahhhhhh <3

#zahnie #ask #supernatural #destiel theatre AU #elliot rambles

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🪽Hey all! You can call me Lucifer or Luci and I use they/them! (Resend cause I forgot an emoji)

So! I am looking to do a roleplay set during the mid to later seasons (8-15) of Supernatural. I just finished my third full watch through and love the show so much. I am looking to double up since my muse for both all my ocs and so many cannon characters are so high.

OOC Stuff:

Past Tense, 3rd Person, Multipara at least 4+ but preferably Adv Lit

Willing to talk / Headcannon ooc

Pinterest Boards + Playlists always encouraged

Pairings:

I favor NB/M but have all gendered ocs!

Anything queer is slightly favored but ill never say no to a straight ship.

I like the idea of toxic pairings so so so much. ~~It can be however fucked up as wed like!~~

NSFW:

I write both doms/subs. It depends upon my character.

Of course NSFW is optional!

Tons of kinks are possible! I personally would love to include established D/s dynamics with rules but am open to so much more!

More Details: For my side I would love to pair a nephilim oc against Ketch however I am also very open to you playing Crowley, Gabriel, Chuck / God, Roweena, Lucifer and Azazel. Ive got 11 SPN ocs so theres alot to work with. I truly am not picky and love the side characters so much for this show. I have a google doc with plot ideas for all of my many oc pairings but also am fully open to plotting something entierly new with you! In retrun I will play **any** cannon character for you! I have been writing SPN cannon characters for around eleven years so I am happy to take on whoever you throw at me.

Closing: I have been entirely consumed with this show and would love to hear from others. I don’t bite I promise. My DMs are always open and I look forward to the messages but also respond to likes!

#supernatural rp #supernatural roleplay #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #oc roleplay #oc rp

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zaphffayrkunialofphinsfable · 5 months

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my fictional band JFKFC

genres: rock, pop, beat, psychedelia, soul, r&b, gospel, jazz, folk, blues, country, traditional pop, experimental, psychedelia, Indian classical, funk, classical, electronic, hard rock, blues rock, folk rock, heavy metal

years together: 1958-1986

year they blew up: 1967

influences: Bob Dylan, The Beatles, The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Aretha Franklin, Chuck Berry, Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley, Led Zeppelin, Carl Perkins, Little Richard, Fats Domino, Gene Vincent, Lonnie Donegan, Phil Spector, Ravi Shankar, Roy Orbison, The Isley Brothers, The Everly Brothers, Arthur Alexander, Eddie Cochran, Smokey Robinson, Larry Williams, The Shirelles, The Supremes, Little Willie John, The Marvelettes, The Shadows, Bill Haley, Buck Owens, Jerry Lee Lewis, Johnny Kidd & The Pirates, Bo Diddley, The Band, King Curtis, Carole King, Slim Whitman, Billie Holiday, Clara Ward, Dinah Washington, Mahalia Jackson, Ruth Brown, Sam Cooke, Sarah Vaughan, Big Maybelle, Sister Rosetta Tharpe, Willie Mae Ford Smith, Wynona Carr, Bessie Smith, Dorothy Love Coates, Ella Fitzgerald, Esther Phillips, James Cleveland, Johnny Ace, LaVern Baker, Ma Rainey, Nat King Cole, Nina Simone, Arizona Dranes, Blind Lemon Jefferson, Dave Van Ronk, Hank Williams, Rev. Gary Davis, Woody Guthrie, Allen Ginsberg, Bill Monroe, Blind Willie McTell, Cisco Houston, Hary Smith, Jimmie Rodgers, Leadbelly, Johnny Cash, Little Richard, Mississippi John Hurt, Odessa, Pete Seeger, Ramblin’ Jack Elliott, Bascom Lamar Lunsford, Clarence Ashley, Dock Boggs, Jesse Fuller, Robert Johnson, John Jacob Niles, Lefty Frizzell, The Carter Family, Victoria Spivey, Alan Lomax, Doc Pomus, Doc Watson, Mississippi Sheiks, The Weavers, Roscoe Holcomb, George Gershwin, Percy Mayfield, Blind Boy Fuller, Josephine Baker, Frank Hutchison, Ewan MacColl, Billy Lee Riley, B.B. King, John Coltrane, The Yardbirds, Little Richard, Howlin’ Wolf, Muddy Waters, Cream, T-Bone Walker, The Impressions, Buddy Guy, Elmore James, Freddie King, Hubert Sumlin, Little Walter, Jimmy Reed, Lonnie Mack, Albert Collins, Bobby Womack, Curtis Mayfield, Earl Hooker, Esquerita, Johnny “Guitar” Watson, Ike Turner, Charley Patton, James Brown, Johnny Jenkins, Randy Hansen, Charlie Christian, Moby Grape, Fairport Convention, Otis Rush, Sonny Boy Williamson II, Willie Dixon, Anne Briggs, Bert Jansch, John Renbourn, The Creation, The Rolling Stones, Blind Willie Johnson, Davy Graham, Fleetwood Mac, James Cotton, Johnny Burnette, Memphis Minnie, Small Faces, Jake Holmes, Spirit, Tim Rose, Vanilla Fudge

JHENE FRANCIS

born: James Francis Parker June 3rd, 1940 Toronto, Canada

died: 22nd September, 2001 (aged 61) Detroit, Michigan, US

cause of death: gunshot wounds

resting place: cremated; ashes scattered in Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore, Michigan

occupation: singer, songwriter, pianist, civil rights activist, record producer, artist, writer, musician

years active: 1957-2001

(btw im not gonna fill in the spouses section on any of these I haven't figured that out yet)

children: 12

(btw im not gonna fill in the parents section on any of these I haven't figured that out yet)

relatives: Mary Parker (sister), Linda Parker (sister), Sarah Sheehan (half-sister), Filzah Ellington (aunt)

genres: soul, r&b, gospel, jazz, pop, folk, blues, rock, country, traditional pop, experimental

instruments: vocals, piano, guitar, keyboards, harmonica

strengths: supportive, reliable, observant, enthusiastic, hardworking, good practical skills, charming, sensitive to others, kind, encouraging, imaginative, passionate, curious, perceptive, excellent communicator, easygoing, good-natured, positive

weaknesses: overly humble, takes things personally, represses his feelings, reluctant to change, too altruistic, difficulty with structure, unpredictable, easily stressed, difficulty with technical-problem solving, fluctuating self-esteem, people pleaser, unfocused, disorganised, overly accommodating, overly optimistic, restless

JOHN HARLY

birth name: William John Harley

also known as: John Mason Harly

born: 12th July, 1942 Toronto, Canada

died: 18th September, 1986 Toronto, Canada (aged 44)

genres: rock, psychedelia, blues, r&b, pop, indian classical

occupation: musician, songwriter, singer, record producer, film producer

instruments: guitar, vocals, sitar

years active: 1960-1986

children: 1

strengths: charming, sensitive to others, kind, encouraging, imaginative, passionate, insightful, principled, altruistic, creative

weaknesses: difficulty with structure, unpredictable, easily stressed, difficulty with technical problem solving, fluctuating self esteem, sensitive to criticism, reluctant to open up, perfectionist, avoids the ordinary, prone to burnout

JOHN JORGIE

birth name: John Mark Jorgie

born: 9th April, 1938 Detroit, Michigan, US

died: 2nd August, 2004 Los Angeles, California, US (aged 66)

genres: r&b, soul, pop, funk, jazz, rock, classical, electronic

occupation: session musician, singer, songwriter, musician, record producer, film producer, businessman

instruments: bass, double bass, vocals, guitar, keyboards

years active: 1956-2004

children: 5

relatives: Steve Jorgie

strengths: charming, sensitive to others, kind, encouraging, imaginative, passionate, strong practical skills, strong sense of duty, very loyal, sensitive, warm, good at connecting with others

weaknesses: difficulty with structure, unpredictable, easily stressed, difficulty with technical problem solving, fluctuating self esteem, worried about his social status, inflexible, vulnerable to criticism, often too needy, too selfless

GEORGE FAREN

birth name: James William Peyton

born: 19th June, 1944 Stoke-On-Trent, England

died: 25th September, 2002 Birmingham, England (aged 58)

genres: rock, pop

occupation: musician, singer, songwriter, actor

instruments: drums, percussion, vocals

years active: 1959-2002

children: 3

strengths: bold, rational, practical, original, perceptive, direct, sociable, positive, enthusiastic, hands on, observant, excellent people skills

weaknesses: insensitive, impatient, impulsive, unstructured, may miss the bigger picture, defiant, sensitive, conflict averse, easily bored, poor long term planner, unfocused

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hc + 🎵 -primeguarded (always wondered what doc listens to if any)

Before the mansion burned down in '62, Doc actually had quite a record collection. When he was advised to pick up an instrument to help with his torrential emotions post WWII, it was his love for jazz that influenced him to pick up the sax and he used the songs of famous sax players to teach himself how to play. (He actually got pretty damn good for being entirely self-taught, even though he's rusty by the time pt.1 happens.) Swing jazz was another of his favourites.

He didn't mind rock music. That is up until Van Halen showed up and changed the name of the game. Van Halen's style didn't do it for him, not originally. It wasn't anything like the rock he was used to over the years and there was something loud, chaotic, and disjointed about it, to him. Doc considered it noise.

That is, until Marty McFly showed up. Did Doc love the kid's taste in music at first? No, absolutely not. It was very clear Marty was a product of the shifting times and that kids today were into the much heavier rock than he was. He still encouraged Marty to make himself at home in the lab and tell him all about his musical interests when it was clear none of the other adults in his life cared/supported his dreams, and this led to Marty eagerly introducing Doc to all his favourite musicians.

One of them, you guessed it: Van Halen.

And it took Doc a long time to start warming up to the music Marty preferred and emulated. But eventually, and isn't conscious of exactly when it happened, he started to not mind the sound of Van Halen playing in the garage. He even memorised a few of the songs to sing along with Marty.

You'd find Doc listening to artists like Little Richard, Chuck Berry, Ray Charles, Frank Sinatra. There were some Jimi Hendrix songs he was partial to, the same with the Beatles. Now, I guess, you could also add artists like Van Halen to the mix.

Jazz, swing, and the more classic soft rock sounds are still Doc's favourite kinds of music to listen to, though.

THEMED HCS., @primeguarded

#music themed questions are so hard for me because i'm so bad with music myself and my taste is all over the place fjla;sdj #at least i don't need to be specific specific eyyyyy - it helps #&; a great idea can change the world 「 hc 」#primeguarded #ty!!

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Now what do cheren's pokemon think of him and how do they treat/address him :)

I have the draft of Unvoan Clownerism halloween chapter sitting and rotting in my google docs, and it had a part where Stoutland and Cincci referred to Cheren as Cheri, but since the lore has changed + the way he received them is different..

Also you didn't specify which team, so I'm going with Cheren Slater's BW2 team. :)c

Cinccino - Cincci was babied/doted on by both Hilbert and Cheren when she joined the team, but after she evolves and is left behind by Hilbert as he flies off on Reshiram, she starts to take more of a babysitter role towards Cheren! Always riding on his shoulder or following after him, being carried by him if it helps with his anxiety, attacking others on his behalf when they make him uncomfortable.. she continues being protective even after Hilbert returns. Since Hilbert affectionately called him Cheri, so does she!

Stoutland - as a little Lillipup in Floccesy, he used to refer to him as "Mister Cheren" in his head, up until he joins Cheren to help him in his gym leader training- then he only calls him by name. Stoutland has a lot of respect for Cheren due to his resilience and endurance of all that has happened to him, even if he's only heard of it from Cinccino and Liepard. He's incredibly loyal to Cheren, and willing to do anything he asks, as he's never seen him smile genuinely before ever since he met him. :(

Watchog - Lenora's Watchog, so he refers to Cheren formally as "Challenger Slater" before switching to "Gym Leader Slater"- though he also calls him young man at first, up until Liepard and Cinccino are both like "mmm yeah that's not right either gramps!". Watchog is very strict, but even he knows what Cheren went through in BW is understandably traumatic, and he needs a lot of help in finding his footing. Though he may appear standoffish as he doesn't dote on him like the others, he's incredibly protective, and is always the first to react when he feels Beheeyem's presence in the vicinity.

Liepard - his Liepard from his BW team, he brings her with him as a gym leader to soothe Grimsley's nerves. She used to be quite nervous and eager to please, sensitive to his change in moods and worried over how he wanted to become champion back then because he wanted a purpose, he wanted his family's love, etc. More confident and experienced as a Liepard, she and Cinccino hold the team together, and can act without being told to, though Watchog scolds them sometimes for their perceived recklessness. Like Stoutland, she used to call Cheren "Mister Cheren", until she becomes close enough with him to start calling him by only his name!

Gorebyss - she was actually caught all the way from Hoenn by Noland; he caught a pair of Clamperl upon Grimsley's request, who really, really wanted Cheren to have a Clamperl for his birthday. He thought it was just Grimsley wanting to dote on Cheren even more after he formally met him <- he does not know what's going on Anyway, she's a little bit of an oddball at first; like Cinccino, she's willing to attack those she considers a threat to Cheren's safety, but unlike her or even Watchog, she doesn't filter out who is friend or foe- which means she's the first of his Pokemon to immediately sense something is off with Nikolai back when they all trusted him, Watchog included. She's almost stoic and unpredictable, though the other Pokemon chuck it up to her spending most of her life in the deep sea, and traveling is all too new for her. She refers to Cheren as "master"!

Bunny - the first in his team to ever have a nickname! Bunny was timid and unconfident, but after traveling with Cheren's team and being encouraged by him and their friends, she evolves into a Lopunny in the Giant Chasm; after she witnesses him using his body to shield Nate from Kyurem's attack. As a Lopunny, she joins the rest of the girls of Cheren's team in being incredibly protective of him, though she spends the first few days post-BW2 not eating or being difficult for others, except for the Aspertia trio. She's shaken by what has happened to him and is horrified to find out he's went through this twice, and might die if the others' efforts to recover the relics fail. Though she doesn't necessarily lash out at others, she's in grief up until Calem comes in the picture and teaches both Nate and Hilbert how to help her through it, as well as bring up her potential in Mega Evolution.. She was the team baby for awhile, and she's still bubbly as ever after she evolves and is reassured of Cheren's safety. She's always by his side, carrying his things, helping him out with everyday tasks and chores, etc. She somewhat becomes his ace Pokemon post-BW2! She used to refer to him as "master Cheren", but starts not only calling him Cheri like Cinccino, but by different other nicknames! (Cheri Berry, Cheri Bunny, Cheery, etc.)

#Ask #Pokemon #BW/BW2 Rewrite - Blur / Blight #((THANK YOU FOR THE ASK I also love Cheren's team. His BW2 team is so.. <3333))#((They're there for him. They KNOW he's going to break any second. But they don't want to coddle him or rob him of choice either.))#((So they do everything in their power to make sure he's okay.))#((Watchog is really cute! He's strict with all of them but he's like a grandfather with unruly children.))#((BUNNY IS SO SO CUTE she becomes Just A Person after she evolves. Accompanying Nate to the hospital when they visit Cheren.))#((She is carrying the gifts and the everything.))

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differentkettleoffishalltogether · 4 years

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Shut Me Up

A/N: Here’s another smutty one-shot. I felt like something a little cliche so here it is. This was so fun to write! I’m still finding my footing in this fandom as a writer but I think I wanna start taking requests, the next fic I have coming out will be a request and I’m having fun with it so shoot me a message if there’s something you wanna see. I’ve just put together my Masterlist so you can check out my other fics there :)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer and Y/N don’t exactly get on well. Will they be able to work out some of their frustration when they’re forced to share a room for the night?

Category: Pure smut baby

Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sex, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), penetrative sex, name calling, light choking, hair pulling, scratching, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 3850 words

The hotel is somehow worse than usual. It’s got so few rooms that they just narrowly grab enough for the whole team. But few enough that they have to bunk. Y/N didn't love sharing a room but it was better than having nowhere to sleep at all.

Prentiss tosses her a key, “That’s you and Reid” she says it so nonchalant that Y/N almost doesn’t notice it. Once in clicks in her head though she races down the hall.

“Hey, hey wait!” She calls out, a little too desperate, “Emily you can’t put me with Reid. We’ll kill each other.”

She laughs at that, it was on open secret amongst the team that Y/N and Spencer had something of a rivalry going. Bitter sworn enemies apparently. No one really bought it though. People who really truly hated each other would be a lot better at avoiding one another. But Y/N and Spencer could never seem to keep apart for very long.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to put your differences aside for a night.” she waves Y/N off as she heads into her own room, leaving her stranded in the hallway. Contemplating if the reception area might let her crash on the couch, she could even spend the night in one of the SUVs, the seats reclined far enough.

But that was stupid, why should she be the one who had to be uncomfortable, why not Spencer.

When she arrived at the door of her own room Spencer was slumped up against it, he stood up straight once he saw her coming.

“Took you long enough” he spat, reaching to take the key from her but she pulled it back before he had the chance.

“I was on the hunt for alternative sleeping arrangements” she huffs, unlocking the door.

“To no avail I presume?” he jokes but he’s just met with an eye roll.

“I’m taking the bed by the window” she stakes her claim before they even get through the door. Once they’re inside he lets out a chuckle.

“You’re welcome to the side of the bed by the window?” he jokes.

This was infinitely worse than she thought it was going to be. Where there were usually two generally uncomfortable twin beds in these standard small-town motels, instead there was a queen sized bed, staring at them as they stood at the foot of it.

“I get the bed” she says like she’s calling shotgun.

“Bullshit you get the bed, there’s nowhere else to sleep!” he complains.

She takes a second to scan the room, no sofa, no arm chair, the floor is a scratchy carpet. There’s no real option here. “You can sleep on the desk?” she suggests, and she’s not serious about it, but she wouldn’t say no if he agreed.

“Are you kidding me?” he almost shouts.

“Soft mattresses are bad for your back! Maybe it’ll sort out your posture?” she adds.

“There’s nothing wrong with my posture” he groans, massaging his temple.

“Okay sure, you tell yourself that”

They don’t say anything more about it as they unpack. Showering and changing for bed in silence. When Y/N comes out from he bathroom, Spencer is sitting up on one side of the bed, reading through case files by the light of the bedside lamp.

“Are you serious?” she whines.

“Look, we both need rest, just shut up and get over yourself” he says it without looking up from the file in his hand, his finger running over the lines at speed.

She doesn’t respond, she just climbs in on the other side, keeping herself as close to the edge of the mattress as possible to keep the distance in between them.

She lies like that for about 45 minutes but sleep’s just not coming.

“Are you ever gonna turn off that fucking light, I thought we ‘needed rest’” she mocks, turning over to look at him, still combing through the files, mumbling to himself every once in a while.

“We’ll both be useless tomorrow if we don’t get any sleep” she tries to convince him with a slightly more sincere tone.

This case wasn’t easy, the unsub had been abducting victims he’d met in online BDSM chatrooms. Bodies had been turning up murdered in ways that the victims had previously expressed were turn-ons. Suffocated, whipped, tied up in peculiar ways. There wasn’t much information to go on now, they just had to wait for the next body to turn up but that didn’t keep Spencer from pouring over everything a hundred times.

When he wasn’t being purposefully irritating Y/N honestly admired his work ethic. Just not when it was interfering with her much needed sleep.

“The bare minimum of sleep most humans need to live is just 4 hours in a 24 hour period” he blurts out, still not looking up.

“Well I’m not most humans, so knock it off”

He finally concedes, chucking his files onto the bedside table and shutting off the lamp. It’s now eerily quiet, and all she can hear is the steady breathing coming from the other side of the bed.

Enough time passes that she really should be asleep but it’s still not happening. So she’s already beyond irritated when she feels a slight shove against her shoulder.

“Hey, you still awake?” he sounds mischievous, she knows that tone of his voice and she doesn't like it.

“God! I am now! What do you want?” she mumbles into her pillow.

“I’ve just got a question” he says defensively.

She hums and rolls over to face him, he’s wide awake, “Well? Out with it” she encourages, the sooner this is over with the better.

His mouth twists into a smirk as he takes a minute to study her face, “What turns you on?” he asks it sincere, and she has no idea what to do with that.

Rolling her eyes on instinct she groans, “Ugh, are you serious? I was so close to getting to sleep, goodnight asshole.” she turns back around to end the conversation but he can’t leave it there.

“I’m serious actually, just all the talk about it earlier, I wanna know”

She doesn’t move as she speaks, remaining with her back to him in a bid not to engage, “You couldn’t handle that information.” She deadpans.

“Try me” he antagonizes, and that’s enough to set her off. He just didn’t know when to quit.

This could be a fun new way to tease him, is her first thought. Turn him on, leave him wanting, yet another game to add to their repertoire of spite.

“Fine I’ll give.” she turns back to him, staring intently this time, “Here’s one, I really get off on having my hair pulled” she scoots closer so she can lean in and whisper the next part, “like when I’m getting fucked from behind, or I’ve got someone’s cock down my throat. I love having my hair pulled, just the short sharp pain of it.” she sort of moans the last little bit right by his ear before settling back on her own pillow.

“That good enough?” she asks, and she can practically see his breath catch in his chest.

He takes a steady gulp, “Yeah, that was, informative” he breathes.

“And what about you?” she poses, he’s not getting out of this one so easy. He looks shocked, like he didn’t see this coming a mile off.

“Me? Uh—” he stutters, “My back, I get really— I get turned on when someone digs their nails into my back, like scratching and marking” something about seeing him flustered like this is almost endearing.

“I guess we’re both suckers for pain” she winks as she says it, making a move to turn around again in a bid to let the conversation die but he doesn’t give her the chance.

“Tell me another” he pleads, and she’s not sure what his expression means but she might just draw this out, see how far she can can tease this.

“Hmm, nosy aren't we?” she smirks, he doesn't respond, just waits for an answer. She thinks for a moment, “Have you ever choked anyone Dr. Reid?”

His breath hitches, and he shakes his head. She likes this new Spencer, the one that doesn’t seem to have some quip for her every two seconds.

“Well I think you might like it, you’ve got nice strong hands, long fingers too. I feel like they might make it the whole way round my neck if you tried?” her voice is soft like velvet as she speaks. He lets out a short pant, and she can see his eyes flicker down to her exposed throat before quickly coming back to her eyes.

“Does the idea of that turn you on Doc?” she teases.

“I— um—” he’s at a loss for words yet again.

“That’s not an answer now is it?” She taunts him, and moves to turn around once again. Feeling accomplished in her goal, finally about to get some sleep. But she’s barely closed her eyes when she can feel him move. He’s so close behind her that she can feel the heat radiating from him. His hand slowly reaches around and grasps her throat gently, she moves herself further into his grip on instinct and he runs with it. Using the leverage to pull himself right up behind her, and she can feel it. He’s hard, and she can feel him pushing himself right up against her ass.

“Is this a satisfactory answer?” he moves in close and whispers against her ear. She’s changed her mind, maybe this is her favorite Spencer.

“Mmhmm” she hums in response, and his fingers tighten around her neck. She pushes her ass further back, moving it up and down slightly to create some friction and she can feel him twitching through the thin layer of her nightdress. He starts to move with her, grinding against her, his other hand resting on her hip, fingertips digging in so that he can pull her closer.

She tries to moan when she feels his nails dig into her but it gets stifled in her throat.

“You sound pathetic” he whispers, ��I’ve barely even touched you and you’re whining like a little slut” her hips buck involuntarily at that. “You like it when I call you names?” he teases.

The hand on her hip starts to pull at her nightdress, inching it up higher and higher until his fingers are on her bare skin. He digs his nails in just slightly and drags them around her thigh, letting them settle right at the hem of her panties.

“I bet if I put my fingers in here I’d find you soaking wet for me already?” When she doesn’t answer he tightens the hand around her throat so that it’s almost cutting off the air supply, then loosens immediately. “Answer me” he demands.

“Yes! Yes!” she moans, anything to get his hands to move where she wanted them.

“That’s what I thought” he laughs and lets go of her completely. Her dress hiked up, breathing ragged. She snaps back around to look at him and he’s already curled up on his side of the bed as though nothing’s happened. Left in shock she sits upright, crossing her arms across her chest.

“What the fuck was that?” she has to stop herself from outright shouting at him.

He turns back to look at her, taking in her sullen expression, “Disappointed are we?” he teases with a smirk. And that look makes her want to kill him.

“You’re such a dick” she huffs, and he sits upright next to her.

“You say that like I didn’t just beat you at your own game?” he tries to fight back.

“You didn’t beat me!” she protests

“Oh really, and how’s that?”

“I could feel you, you were rock hard before you even touched me” she spits it out, because if she turned him on first then somehow this didn’t feel as embarrassing.

“Yeah! Because you were teasing me!” he looks frustrated now,

“Exactly! Because I was teasing you, and you fucking liked it” he just rolls his eyes at that, pretending like it’s somehow not true.

“Shut the fuck up” he groans, running his hands through his hair and letting his head fall back against the headboard.

She quirks an eyebrow and looks straight into his sleepy eyes, “Make me.”

In less than a second his hands are on her again, grabbing and pulling her into his lap. One hand is firmly on her back, holding her tight against his chest, the other is tangled in her hair already. Grabbing fistfuls as their lips work against each other.

It’s heated, and ferocious, full of pent up aggression, or tension, or both.

As his tongue works against hers, she lets her own hands wander over him, finally coming to rest at the back of his head, tangling in his curls. When she grinds down into his lap she can feel his cock still hard beneath her, straining against the fabric of his boxers. She thought it was impossible but it felt harder than it had been earlier.

He breaks apart the kiss and they both take in wrecked breaths, chests heaving. He pulls at the hem of her nightdress, pushing it further up her thighs, grabbing a rough handful of her ass as his hands find the exposed skin there.

“We gotta get this off” he whispers, and she nods, pulling it off over her head so that she’s exposed now. Perched in his lap in nothing but her panties. “Fuck” he moans at the sight. His hands come straight up to grab her tits, rough and exited for a moment before easing up, kneading them, getting used to the weight of them in his hands. He brings his mouth down, leaning in so that he can place sloppy open mouthed kisses along her neck and collar bones, trailing down to the valley between her breasts. He takes one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it gently then teasing the bud with his teeth. When he releases it and looks up at her his eyes almost look glazed over, dreamy.

“I’ve always had a thing for your tits” he confesses, his lips coming down to repeat the action on the other nipple.

“Your turn to take your shirt off” she whines as he removes his lips, the cold air hardening her nipples now that he’d teased them. He drags his eyes away from her for a second so that he can peel his shirt off over his head.

On pure instinct she rakes her nails across his now bare chest, leaning in close to place kisses into the crook of his neck, moving up painfully slow, kissing along the column of his throat, landing on the soft skin beneath his ear. She can feel the moans rippling in his throat against her lips. While he’s stilled beneath her she takes the opportunity to tuck her hands in behind him, digging her nails into his back and dragging them across the skin with force. Certainly leaving harsh red lines in their wake. The noises that escape him might be the best thing she’s ever heard.

“You like it when I mark you up?” she moans into his ear, “When I make you mine?” she can feel wetness pooling between her own legs as she says the words. The very thought of it turning her on more than she ever thought it could.

Clearly he feels the same, something erupts in him and the hands that had been resting on her hips were now lifting her up and laying her down on the bed. He was on top of her now, his hair framing his face as he looked down at her, and she was biting her fucking lip in anticipation.

He almost can’t even look directly at her so he snakes down her body, littering her torso with kisses and licks. Once he lands at her hips he takes the elastic of her panties between his teeth, pulling it up and letting it go so that it snaps against her stomach. She lets out a low moan.

“Let’s see if I was right earlier, how wet are you for me?” his voice is low as he places small kisses over the cotton, making his way right in between her legs. He pulls back for a second to inspect the fabric, there’s a damp patch covering the majority of the area, as if he didn't know already. “You’re fucking soaked Y/N” he groans and presses his fingers right up against it, forcing the fabric between her folds so that it soaks up even more, “Such a needy little thing aren’t you?”

She can only let out a small whine in response, her teeth biting into her lip so hard she was afraid she might start bleeding.

“Better get rid of these, don’t you think?” he hooks his fingers into either side of her panties, sliding them down her legs. He takes them and places them on his pillow before returning to his position between her legs.

He’s slow and deliberate in his actions, teasing painfully as he places sloppy kisses on the delicate skin inside of her thighs. Stopping right at the top to nip and suck enough to leave a bruise. Taking the time to stop and leave a matching bruise on the other thigh.

She was starting to grow restless, she felt like she was literally aching for any stimulation at all.

“Spencer” she whines, “Please, I’m so fucking turned on already”. She can feel him chuckle, his exhale sends a burst of cold air right against her pussy.

“So impatient” he chastises, but gives in anyway. Laying his tongue flat against her, taking a moment to taste her before he starts to move. Licking deft strokes along her folds, alternating with sucking softly on her clit.

“Spencer, fuck, oh my god” is all she can muster as her back arches up off the bed, her hips squirming as he pins them down. “You feel so fucking good”

He takes the encouragement and brings a finger to her entrance, pushing it in at an agonizing pace, curling it upwards against her once it’s fully inside. “You’re so fucking tight Y/N, do you think you could even handle another finger?” he has to take his mouth off of her to speak but it’s worth it for the downright filthy sounds she makes in response. He takes that as a yes and slowly pushes two fingers in this time. Bringing his lips back down to wrap around her clit and suck.

Her hands fly down to his curls as he works his fingers in and out of her at a relentless pace. She grabs handfuls of his hair and pulls them harshly, not knowing where else to put the energy. “Fuck Spencer, feels so good, don’t stop” she mutters between gasps.

He continues his ministrations and he would be lying if he said the feeling of her hands pulling at his hair weren’t doing something for him.

A moment later and she’s barely able to control her movements, thrashing in the bed as he continues to work his fingers in and out of her, relishing the feeling of her walls tightening around him. Once she’s relaxed again he takes his fingers out, bringing them up to her lips, without telling her to she opens her mouth, taking the two fingers in, letting her tongue move around them to taste herself.

It’s one of the many memories from tonight he knows he wont forget anytime soon. Or ever.

“I can see why you like it” he says, leaning over her, talking into the crook of her neck, “having your hair pulled, feels fucking amazing” she lets out a weak laugh, regaining her strength.

“Told you you liked pain” she reaches down between them, grabbing his cock through his boxers, “You must’ve really liked it” she teases, squeezing as his eyes flutter shut and he nods.

He maneuvers a little so that he can take off his boxers, and finally she gets to see it. It’s perfect, bigger than she expected, it looks painfully hard, precum leaking from the tip. He moves back to hover over her, lingering for a minute to take her in. She thinks there might be something almost sweet behind his expression.

“Just fuck me already” she smirks up at him and he rolls his eyes without even meaning to.

“Will you ever stop antagonizing me?”

“If you fuck me maybe?”

With that he leans down to capture her lips in a heated kiss, she can taste herself on his tongue as it tangles with hers. She can feel him push up against her, the head of his cock just teasing at her entrance before sinking in so slowly she was almost angry.

“Fuck Y/N, you feel so good, so fucking tight, so fucking wet for me” he’s whispering right into her hear and she can barely string together a sentence.

“Spencer, you’re so big, fill me up so good with your fingers, with your cock, fuck” as he starts to move they both start to lose it, her hands digging into his back, her nails sinking into his shoulders leaving small half-moons in his skin. He finally starts to build a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of her, filling the room with the pornographic sounds of skin on skin, coupled with their moans.

Once she can feel the familiar feeling building within her again she starts to lose control completely, her nails scratching marks into the expanse of Spencer’s back, hearing the little breathy gasps he lets out each time she does might be enough to make her cum all on their own.

“I’m close” she mewls, letting her head fall back against the pillow, exposing her neck, eyes screwing shut.

“Fuck, me too” he takes the opportunity presented to him, and wraps one of his hands around her neck, squeezing ever so slightly.

“Ahh, fuck” she breathes out with the little air that she has, “gonna cum” and she does, he can feel her tighten around his cock, her body writhing beneath his and arching up off he bed as he continues to fuck into her.

He’s following behind just a second later, spilling into her as he collapses back down, releasing his grip on her throat completely and settling on her chest.

They both take a moment. Melting into one another, steading out their breathing.

It’s Y/N who breaks the silence, “So you’ve always had a thing for my tits then?”

He cranes his neck up to look at her, “Shut up” he breathes, laying his head back down on her chest. She cards her fingers through his hair, smoothing it back down.

“Now you know how to make me.”

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ask-the-spider-gang · 2 years

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[hey. it’s mod jay here. you can ask the spider-peeps and co from any spider-man movie shit. no nsfw asks, and please be civil. love you all. you can interact with their surroundings (e.g. chucking a glitter bomb at peter 3 because you want to)]

Spider-Man: Hi! I’m Peter 2. [from the raimiverse for y’all who dunno what i’m talking about] This place is kind of an interdimensional melting pot, so we figured we’d start a blog.

Harry 1 [raimiverse]: For the record, I didn’t encourage this.

Spider-Man: Please don’t be rude in asks, and it’s nice to meet you all.

tasm!Gwen: Yeah. Also please don’t ask us about dying. Or rickroll us. I dislike rickrolls.

Doc Ock: Why did you all have to start this. For the record, I was perfectly happy studying the multiversal goings-on

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tuff-and-fluff-archives · 3 years

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How does Ruby's tutorial sequence for the game go? :00

OHOHOHO OKAY 👀💖💖💖 Idk why this ask has taken me so long to get to but let me TELL YA, I've been looking forward to this one!! Ok for those who don't know, this is referring to my Wreck-it Ralph self insert, Dr. Ruby Redblood, who's the tutorial character from Undead Apocalypse 3.

Oh look right there on the left! There it is! :D Undead Apocalypse 3 is an on-rails FPS game where the "controller" is a light gun mounted to the game cabinet, much like House of the Dead! The tutorial sequence is one of five levels within the game, with Ruby Redblood only being in the first and final levels :3 So in honor of UA3 being an early 2000s game, I'm going to write out the tutorial sequence as if it were a Gamefaqs walkthrough! Please enjoy, and give this a reblog or comment if you liked it! :D 💖💖💖

Author's Note: This walkthrough is for the 1-player mode of the game. There aren't many major differences in 2-player mode other than extra enemies, extra power-ups, and more resilient bosses.

***** STAGE I: THE LAB *****

Once you've inserted your coins and picked up your light gun, the game begins with a cutscene. You are Chuck Trigger, a security guard at Zealous Labs, and the cutscene begins as an alarm starts blaring in the facility. You run down the hall and round the corner only to see just why that alarm sounded in the first place; the lab has been overrun by zombies! The cutscene ends and gameplay begins here. There are four zombified scientists visible in the hallway ahead of you, all of which are taken down easily with just a few shots. Don't let your guard down if you're on Hard mode, though, because health is scarce even in this first level and any damage from the smaller enemies will stick with you through the whole level.

After you dispose of the zombies here, Trigger continues ahead to the double doors at the end of the hall, but before he can go through the doors, a young woman in a white labcoat and very short skirt bursts through the doors. Despite being bloody and shaken up, she seems relatively fine, and is especially relieved to see Trigger. Another cutscene ensues as the two briefly talk, complete with cheesy, badly acted dialogue:

Trigger: Dr. Ruby Redblood?

Redblood: Oh thank goodness, someone who hasn't died.

Trigger: You're the head scientist here, what the hell is going on?!

Redblood: I... don't know. A neuropathogen that we've been studying somehow breached containment and transmutated into a super-virus, and now-

Trigger: In English, doc.

Redblood: S-sorry. Basically, a virus has spread through the facility and mutated most of the staff into vicious maneaters. We need to get out of here as quickly as we can!

Trigger: Wait... Has it spread into the city? I have family out there! I need to rescue them!

Redblood: It's too dangerous. The probability of you making it through the city and back here are incredulously slim.

Trigger: I don't care. I have to save them.

Redblood: Very well. I'll guide you down to the first floor of the lab, but you're on your own from there.

Trigger and Redblood move forward through the doors, and at last the cutscene ends. In the next room ahead you'll find three more scientist zombies who appear one at a time. Redblood will yell out a few (rather obvious) hints to you as you go, like how headshots do a bit more damage and the ammo zombies drop is important to pick up. Gee, ya don't say... Kill each of the enemies here to continue towards the next set of doors, leading into a chemistry lab with three more Scientists and a new type of zombie, a Guard. The Guards take two more bullets to kill than Scientists due to their armor, so try to take them out first.

After clearing this room, you'll suddenly hear a scream behind you, and will turn around to see Redblood being attacked by a Scientist. Quickly gun it down to save her, but be careful not to shoot her on accident, as it will kill her. Once you save her, she thanks you and encourages you to keep going. This will be the first of four times that the doctor gets herself into trouble, and as annoying as she is to rescue, try to keep her alive for a bonus at the end of the level.

As you exit the lab and enter a stairwell, Scientists will jump down from the flights of stairs above you to catch you off guard; take them out quickly or they'll chip off health that you'll need for the boss. Just before you exit the stairwell, Redblood will trip behind you on the final step and have her leg grabbed by a Scientist (guess she should have taken off those heels!) Take it out with a headshot to save her again.

As you exit the stairwell, you''l enter the first floor of Zealous Labs, a large open space that is absolutely crawling with both Scientists and Guards. Trigger will dash forward with Redblood to the reception desk in the middle of the room, and the building essentially becomes a zombie shooting range! If you're playing on Hard mode, try not to miss any shots, as ammo is scarce, and no matter what mode you're playing on, do not let any enemies get too close to you. Once any zombies get close to the desk, they'll go straight for Redblood, and you'll have less than a few seconds to save her so it's better to keep them away than risk that happening. (Why doesn't she just hide under the desk? You think she'd be a bit smarter as the head researcher in the lab.)

Once all the enemies here are taken out, Trigger will proceed towards the front doors, but will suddenly stop as you hear the elevator on your left ding. The elevator doors will open, and out will walk the boss of the first stage: Sheriff Bruiser.

Ruby Redblood is quick to inform you that Bruiser was the lab's head of security, but he has been infected and transformed into a powerful zombie. As large and intimidating as he may seem, he isn't much harder to take out then the Guards. The major difference is his full-body armor, meaning that he can only be damaged by headshots. Bruiser's main attack is a full-body charge at you that can be stopped by shooting him enough times in the head; a single hit from him takes off a fourth of your health, so don't let him hit you too much or it's game over.

Once you get his healthbar down completely, he'll try one more desperate charge attack, but not towards you; he'll run straight for Redblood, so take him out with three shots to the head as he's running or he'll kill her in one hit (I guess just stepping out of the way is too hard for her). Once he's down, though, you can take a breath, because all that's left is a brief cutscene, and then the level's over.

In the closing cutscene, if you were able to keep Dr. Redblood alive for the entire level, then she'll reward you with an upgrade to your gun that doubles your attack power! Why she didn't give you this when she first saw you is a mystery, but at least she wasn't just dead weight for the whole level. Redblood and Trigger briefly part ways, and the doctor promises to save him and his family a spot on the rescue helicopter before she steps into the elevator to escape to the roof, as Trigger turns toward the glass doors and steps out into the open air, heading into the city to save his family...

#UM. I GOT A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY #listen i know this is long but i had SO MUCH FUN WRITING IT so please dont be afraid to read it! 🥺🥺🥺🥺#and like i said leave a like or comment or reblog if u liked it cuz i worked rly hard 🥺🥺#tbh i think this has been my favorite self insert to develop because i also get to basically develop the game and the world and lore #i just find this really fun to develop SO TBH IF YALL HAVE ANY MORE QUESTIONS. i'm not afraid of em 👀👀👀#okay its 2am im done with this please read it and thank you to who asked it okay buh bye 🥺💖#ruby answers #selfshippinglover #ruby's writing #self ship community #🍒🧱: i went to college!!#💜: don't go wreckin' my heart

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The Piano Lesson

Summary: “Personally, I’ve always favoured the carrot and stick approach to education.” When Missy agreed to teach you to play piano, this wasn’t quite what you had in mind.

Warnings: NSFW. Little bit of sadomasochism but nothing heavy. Possibly dub!con or under-negotiated kink if you squint. On the whole, it’s basically fluff with Missy being a soft!domme.

Word Count: 2390

NB: A long time ago @softlilith said something about a piano and a riding crop and this idea was born. It’s set somewhere between Vault Night and Handmaiden and has been sitting, unfinished, in my Google Docs for weeks. I threw in some praise kink for this anon, too! What was supposed to be porn turned into a bizarre ode to trust, vulnerability and things left unsaid. (Why am I like this?)

“No, dearest. Not like that.”

Missy’s hands flutter about your own, lifting your wrists, adjusting your fingers on the keys with tender precision. A strand of her hair tickles your cheek. She’s leaning over you where you sit at the piano bench, pressed close enough to your back to make your pulse quicken.

“There.” She taps the index finger of your right hand. “This note first.”

“Got it.” You drag your bottom lip between your teeth, flexing your hand, rehearsing the movements. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” Her fingers ghost over your arms as she withdraws, giving you room to play. “Try it again. From the top.”

You take it slowly, managing the familiar first few bars of Für Elise at half tempo, fighting to ignore the slow click of her heels while she circles the piano. Her keen eyes don’t leave you for an instant.

The sound of a flat note breaking the melody makes you flinch. “Sorry.”

“No need to apologise. These things take time.” This unruffled patience is an odd change of pace for her. While you’re getting more frustrated by the second, infuriated by the way your clumsy fingers miss their mark and your mind stutters over the sheet music, she seems to be thoroughly enjoying her role as tutor. Even the most hideous-sounding mistakes don’t make her twitch. “Do you know where you went wrong?”

“I think so.” She raises an eyebrow and gestures for you to continue. “I, um, misread the music. That should have been a G sharp.”

“Very good.” Her tone makes you shiver. “You’re learning. Once more, from that bar.”

It takes your hands a moment to catch up with your eyes, finding the right keys to correct your mistake. She counts you in with three raps of her knuckles against the piano’s closed lid.

Slower, this time, you repeat the bar, managing to progress a bit further before another slip of your treacherous fingers interrupts you. “Fuck,” you snap, dropping your hands from the keys.

“Language, poppet,” she reminds you, coming to stand at your side. “You’re doing very well. You’ll get there.”

“I can’t do it, Missy.” Your voice is petulant, embarrassing you almost as much as your amateur playing. “I might as well give up for the day.”

“Oh, now, don’t be so defeatist,” she chastises gently, slipping her fingers under your chin to tilt your head towards her. There’s an encouraging quirk to her painted lips. “Faint heart never won fair maid.”

“I’m making a fool out of myself.”

“You are not.” She presses a soft kiss to your forehead, tickling at the sensitive skin under your jaw until you squeak and duck your head. “I’m very proud of you, dear.”

“But I keep getting it wrong.”

“You do,” she agrees, meeting your eyes again. Ashamed, you try to avert your gaze, but she follows. “But that’s how we learn.”

“Can we start with something easier?” You smile weakly. “Frère Jacques, or something? I feel like I’ve been thrown in at the deep end a bit, here.”

“Did you expect anything less from me?”

In fact, you hadn’t expected her to agree to teach you at all. The way her eyes lit up when you asked had taken you entirely by surprise. She tuts sympathetically, giving you a wide smile that shows her teeth.

“We can always try another way.”

Your brow furrows. “Like what?”

“Well,” she tucks a stray hair behind your ear and you shiver. “I can give you some more firm guidance.”

“Firm?” It’s breathless, more pleading than questioning.

“Of course.” Missy leans closer, her nose brushing yours. “Would you like that?”

The question is loaded in a way that you can’t quite grasp. It makes your neck prickle with goosebumps. “I think so.”

Her eyes crinkle at the corners. “My very good girl.”

She kisses you, gentle but fervent, trailing her fingertips along the nape of your neck. A tremor runs the length of your body, twitching through you from fingers to toes. She chuckles as she pulls away.

“Personally,” she moves to stand behind you, placing her hands on your shoulders, “I’ve always favoured the carrot and stick approach to education.” You swallow hard, mouth suddenly dry. “I think you’ll respond quite well to that.”

“What do I do?”

She strokes down both arms, carefully repositioning your hands. You can feel her pressed against your back. “Play it again. All the way through.”

“But I- I can’t.”

“Yes you can,” she reassures. “If you make a mistake, just carry on. Otherwise you get very good at the beginning,” a soft kiss to the side of your head and a conspiratorial whisper, “and not so good at the rest.”

You wait a moment for her to step away but she doesn’t, keeping her palms resting over your shoulders and her abdomen tight against your back. Heart in your throat, you start to play.

The first mistake makes you falter. Missy taps your shoulder with one finger. “Carry on,” she reminds you, not unkindly, and you do.

It’s slow going but you make it to the end of the piece. Each false note has you wincing but, on the whole, you do feel more accomplished having completed it. You tilt your head to see her and she grins down at you.

“Well done, poppet,” she coos, chucking you under the chin, igniting you with pleasure at her praise. “Now, up you get.”

It surprises you. “I can do it again.” She smooths the confused frown from your lips with her thumb.

“You will, in a moment. First,” taking your hand in hers, she pulls you gently to your feet. “Let me give you some help. Take off your clothes.”

“I- um,” it’s a flustered squeak. “How will that help?”

She speaks as if it’s the most natural request in the world. “Well, they’ll get in the way otherwise.”

“Of... playing the piano?”

“Of the stick.”

You eye her suspiciously for a moment and she raises an expectant brow. “Fine,” you concede, beginning to disrobe.

Once you’re down to your underwear, you fold your clothes tidily and pile them underneath the piano. Mess has its place in the vault - a small act of rebellion - but you get the impression that she isn’t looking for that just now.

“Keep going.”

With a theatrical sigh, you reach for the clasp of your bra. “And just to be clear, you’re very sure that this is still about learning the piano?”

She grins wolfishly. “Cross my hearts, I have only the most chaste of intentions.” The way she drags a finger across her chest, marking two looping X shapes, makes your heart flutter. “Chop chop, now, there’s a good girl.”

It’s cool enough to make you shiver, crossing your arms awkwardly over your naked body. Missy’s eyes flitting over you from head to toe don’t help. “What now?” You’re aiming for accusatory but it comes out timid.

“Now,” she eases your arms down to your sides and guides you forwards with a hand in the small of your back until your stomach brushes the edge of the piano. The glossy surface of it feels cold. “Put your hands like this.”

Close at your back, she positions your hands on the lid, shoulder-width apart. Her hips cradle yours. You’re glad to be facing away from her as heat rises in your cheeks.

“Very good.” You can’t supress a sigh when her lips brush your bare shoulder. “Now bend over.”

Your pulse seems to skip. “Missy...”

“Do you want to learn?” She kisses your earlobe.

“Well, yes, but-”

“Then let me teach you.” Gentle hands land on your hips. “Bend over the piano.”

Beneath your breasts and stomach the piano lid is chilly. The shock, combined with the way your arse is pushed out against the warmth of her thighs through the wool skirt, makes you inhale sharply. She swipes her palm tenderly across your back.

“That’s my girl. Feet a bit wider apart, now.”

You wince as you widen your stance, acutely aware of the way it exposes you, the brush of cool air and coarse wool against your labia.

“Perfect.”

She steps away and you hear her boots clicking down the steps from the platform. You twist awkwardly to look over your shoulder.

“Eyes forward,” she says firmly, and you reluctantly obey.

“I feel ridiculous.”

“Do you?” She’s somewhere off to your right, opening a wooden chest with a creak. “Because you look delightful.”

You roll your eyes. “I really don’t understand how this is supposed to-”

“How many mistakes did you make?”

“I’m beginning to think that this was one.”

“In the piece.” She approaches unhurriedly, ignoring your sarcasm. “How many, do you think?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t count. A lot, I suppose.”

“Eleven.” Something brushes against the back of your thigh. It’s cool, smooth leather. Your breath hitches. “Perfectly reasonable, I would say.”

“Okay, then. Eleven.”

“Count them off for me.”

Before you can ask what she means, something snaps against the undercurve at the top of your right thigh.

“Ow!” Rocking up onto the balls of your feet, you reach back to rub at the stinging mark. You turn an accusatory look at her over your shoulder. “Missy, that hurt!”

“Well it wasn’t supposed to tickle, dear.” She taps the riding crop on the left side of your arse. “What number was that?”

“Well, one, but I don’t-”

“What’s the matter, poppet? Don’t you trust me?” There’s a teasing lilt to her voice but somehow the question feels heavy. You bite back a scathing remark that you don’t really mean - not right now I don’t - and turn back to the piano, dropping your hand.

“One,” you repeat.

"Good girl. Ten more, then.”

“Fine, but not so hard this time.”

“Hmm. We’ll see.”

Another snap of the crop makes you twitch and yelp. “Ow! Two!”

She alternates sides, sometimes going higher towards the fullest swell of your arse, other times landing the crop on the sensitive undercurve where your thighs meet. By the time you count out eleven, your voice is unsteady and your breathing harsh. A dull haze of stinging pain like insect bites lingers over your skin.

It’s impossible to ignore the slickness creeping down the insides of your thighs.

Mercifully, she doesn’t point it out. “There we are. That wasn’t so bad, now, was it?”

You scoff and admit sulkily, “no, I s’pose not.” Wincing at the sting, you straighten up and reach back to soothe yourself.

“No, none of that,” she tuts, slapping the crop against your wrist. It doesn’t hurt but shocks you enough to make you snatch your hand away. “Now play it again.”

It takes you by surprise. “I’m sorry?”

“Sit down, and play it through again.” Missy comes to stand at your side, propping her elbow up on the piano lid. “Just like before. I’ll correct any mistakes after the fact.” She pointedly sets the crop down on top of the piano.

Spotting the way that your eyes flit down to the folded clothes on the floor, she chuckles. “Oh, no, you won’t be needing those.” She slides them further under the piano with her boot. “Well, go on.” A sharp pinch to your arse makes you squeak. “Or do I need to repeat myself?”

“Nope!” You pull away swiftly. “Point made. I’ll try it again.”

The cool leather cushion of the piano bench presses mercilessly against your stinging flesh. The pain is already fading, but it’s turning into a prickling, pins-and-needles heat that you can’t ignore. You shift uncomfortably. The brush of leather against your arousal makes you gasp.

“Comfy?” She leans against the piano, smirking at your plight.

“Yes, thank you.” You clear your throat and find the keys. “Just like before?”

“Just like before. I’ll count you in.”

It’s difficult to focus when you can see the crop lying across the piano out of the corner of your eye.

Still, you do your best. Slow and hesitant, you work through the bars, doubling back over the mistakes to correct them with the right notes. Now, when your fingers slip, you wince not only at the sound it makes but at the thought of what will come when you’ve finished.

If your thighs twitch with each one, that can only be out of nerves.

“I think that was better this time.” Your voice comes out shaky.

“Much better,” she agrees. “A very good effort, my dear. How many mistakes this time, do you think?”

You can’t help squirming in your seat. “Seven. I think.”

“Is that so?” She quirks an eyebrow. “I only counted five.”

“Oh. I wasn’t really-”

“No, no,” she holds out her hand and you take it, rising from the bench. “Far be it from me to contradict you. I’ll leave it to your discretion.” Guiding you closer with a gentle tug, she touches your chin. Her fingers brush light and ticklish there. “What’s it to be? Five, or seven?” She looks at you with such tenderness that your chest tightens.

Suddenly it stops being about the piano.

You squeeze her hand and meet her eyes with some effort. She holds you there with her fingers beneath your chin. “Seven,” you whisper, in a voice that sounds like I trust you.

Something melts behind her eyes. She smiles, fond and benevolent. “Seven it is.” Inclining her head towards the side of the piano, she leads you by the hand as if she were asking you to dance.

You follow.

It feels different, this time. Despite the position, you’re not embarrassed; despite the pain, you’re not afraid. Somehow, naked and splayed out for her, you don’t feel vulnerable at all.

You feel held.

“Count for me,” she says again, and now it sounds like a thank you. The first brush of the crop against the inside of your thigh makes you gasp.

For her?

A snap of leather, bringing with it biting pain. Your hips jolt. Your back arches. Inside, deep inside, something comes untied that you never knew was in a knot.

“One!” Breathless, a giddy sort of laugh bubbles up from your chest.

She makes a quiet sound of approval. “Good girl. Back straight, now. Stay still for me.”

You flatten yourself against the cold piano lid. “Yes, Missy.”

For her?

Anything.

#mine #request #missy x reader #the master x reader #doctor who reader insert #nsfwork

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iconsumeheadcanons · 3 years

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hello, for the WIP game.... "fanfic in my google docs? its more likely than you :/" and "theater food" :)

bro...bro..BRO you are getting large chucks of these bc im not sure if these will be finished/posted anytime soon..<3 ive gotten a lot of love today thank u so muchhh asldkfjaslkdfj i hope u enjoy!! here is all of ‘theater food’ and half of the first one

fanfic in my google docs? its more likely than you think :/

May 30th - 16:33 - Afterschool

Ren was still in the middle of hastily reading Futaba’s texts from hours ago when he opened the door to his family home and found his mother pacing in the genkan.

“...Mom, wha-?”

“I got a call from your school,” she says instead of hello. Ren freezes. Mona shifts in his bag. There’s silence for a second too long, but his mother quickly catches his tense posture and readjusts her approach. There haven’t been any arguments in a week and she doesn’t want to make this a new one.

“The counselor said you were fighting with a first-year,” she starts in a more inviting tone, but she tenses when she sees how quickly Ren’s cautious neutral face shifts into a frown.

“I-I just want to know what happened,” she says.

Ren releases an angry huff instead of turning around and leaving because he recognizes that his mother isn’t trying to jump to conclusions--that she trying to hear his side--but he still has hours worth of bad emotions at the forefront of his mind, so he kicks off his sneakers without undoing the laces and haphazardly drops them on the shoe rack before he allows himself to say anything.

Of course, because he is an angry idiot, his first response is: “There was no fight. It was just an argument,” and he snaps his mouth closed because that is exactly what a delinquent guilty of starting a fight would say and Makoto would be so disappointed in him right now. Morgana delivers her phantom message with a disapproving really, Joker?

His mother guiltily shifts her hands, one eyebrow twitching at Morgana’s muffled meow.

“I just used the words of the counselor,” she amends, gesturing for Ren to enter the family room.

When they enter, she sits at one side of the rickety couch and pats the other seat. She smiles with some invitation, a dash of hesitance, and a sprinkle of uncertainty as if she has no clue how to speak to her teenage son. She looks at him sort of like he’s a child, but at least she doesn’t seem afraid of him like she was before Golden Week.

Ren joins her at the couch, releases Morgana on to the space between them so he doesn’t have to think about the distance, and conjures up how he can best explain the events of the morning in the least incriminating way (shouldn’t have to, he thinks, didn’t do nothing wrong in the first place) but his mother recognizes his thinking face before he can start.

“W-whatever you say, I’ll believe you, sweetie,” she encourages honestly. He can tell she means it because she tucks her hands in between her knees and tilts her legs in the picture perfect display of humble motherliness to hide how her legs would bounce otherwise. He turns to face her a bit, legs spread out and back slouched in a show of teenage indifference, despite his nervous right leg and the rhythmic flickers of light that bounce off of his phone case as he deftly spins his smartphone in his left hand.

“You mean that?” he can’t help but ask, belying his blase posture.

His mother nods with lips pursed, proving to her son that she has no intention of speaking over him. Emboldened yet reluctant, Ren begins the recount of his day at school.

theater food

Ren slides into his seat while Hamuko and Ryuji chatter away about beef bowl places. Their enthusiastic discussion about cheap, fast, good food is not helping Ren’s patience or hunger. Usually Ren’s been in charge of the food prep because he’s the only one who knows how to make something all of the Thieves plus Hamuko will eat, but when they left Kamoshitty City today, Theodore pleasantly requested if he could make a recipe he’s been working on, which Hamuko had endorsed immediately.

Ren agreed because Theodore is really hot and the thought of him buzzing around the kitchen is appealing enough, but around 40 minutes later, Ren is very hungry and is cursing his inability to disagree with tall hot people. To distract himself, he tries to brainstorm ways to free Haru and Makoto from Kamoshit-man’s unproportionately buff grasp, but his brain keeps snapping back to his teammates’ loud discussions and Theodore in a heart apron and himself in a cute pinafore sharing a festival smoothie--the romantic ones with the heart shaped straw--under the setting sun. He doesn’t even like smoothies.

From the other corner of the weird theater lunch tables Futaba sends him a blank look that implies that she can hear his raging gay thoughts. Ren sticks his tongue out at her, and to Futaba’s left, Nagi raises a thin eyebrow and points at herself as though she thought he was talking to her. Embarrassed but never one to lose, Ren sticks out his tongue again at her paired with a flirtatious wink. At the head of the table beside Ren, Akechi makes a face. Futaba gags. Unaffected, Nagi returns her attention to Yusuke’s analysis of Hamuko’s preferred color palette for her hypothetical thief costume.

Ren’s phone buzzes in his pocket, and he fishes it out, wondering how someone managed to text him while he’s in a magical dimension theater metaphor place. He quickly gives up that train thought when he sees Futaba’s SNS username. A quick glance up shows that she’s pointedly staring at her phone, so he swipes open the message.

wat did theo say he was making?

i hungr

idk

worried u wont like it?

duh

if hes anything like those tsuntsun twins he’ll probably poison it

...i didnt think of that

prolly not though. i mean hamuko trusts him

ur only saying that cuz hes a pretty boy

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

for real though he wouldnt

The twins would without a doupt

*akechi voice* haha it was merely a jest!

DSKLFASLDKFSD STOP HES RIGHT

HES RIHGT NEXT TO ME ASSHOEL

“Food’s ready!” Theodore announces over Ren and Futaba’s unsubtle snickers. Somehow, Theodore has acquired two shining serving platters.

“Theo, you’re the best!” Hamuko says, standing up immediately to help him serve because she (and Haru) is the sweetest person in the universe.

“Thanks,” Ren tacks on because he’s ‘in charge’ and he’s supposed to ‘set good examples’. He does not, however, stand up to help because he is lazy.

The rest of the group is already chorusing thank yous and crowding around the food like hungry animals. Makoto is not around to tell them that they’re acting like children. Akechi is patiently waiting for everyone to get out of the way before he serves himself, which is probably a smarter idea than Ren who’s walking around the table so he can insert himself between Ann and Ryuji, the most destructive eaters of their current group. Yusuke, another main offender however justified, already has a bowl full of what appears to be noodles, veggies, and chicken covered in a savory sauce.

#my writing #p5 #p3 #pq #the firsts a lil wordy but i like details so ykno #idk how to make text others colors on desktop but ren is italized text

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