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yoiisa · 2 months ago

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It is possible to write with Blue Lock Bys (Yukimiya, Reo, Rin, Michael, Shidou and Isagi) with a s/o who has high libido. Please😫😈

of course darling hehe (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

part 2 with sae, barou, nagi, and ness is here!

all characters aged up (20+)! Tags: pwp ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ), dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, begging, thigh humping (yukimiya), lingerie kink (reo), fingering (rin), oral sex f! receiving (kaiser), car sex, slight degredation (shidou), and body worship (isagi), please proceed with caution as this is smutty!!

➜ yukimiya kenyu would be such a tease with you, but like, in a knowing way ➜ like he'd pretend to jump at the opportunity to sate your appetite, but actions speak louder than words, and he would tease you by continuously putting sex off until you're actually dying for it ➜ he wants you begging for it, because then he can finally take care of you fully, caring for your every need with intense diligence ➜ he's very particular about enjoying every little detail about you, so by teasing you and drawing out your need so much, he thinks it helps him experience everything more intensely ➜ and it most certainly ensures you feel everything more intensely

"Kenyu, please~" you whine as you sit on his lap. "Please..." "What is it baby? he coos softly. It's sarcastic, you know, but still the rumble of his voice is something, and you're so desperate right now you'll take something over nothing any day of the week. Your hips begin to rub against his thighs in an unconscious effort for friction. Your eyes close as you rest your head on his shoulder. A small sigh of relief escapes your lips as Yukimiya allows the ministrations, and a tiny smile pulls at your mouth. At least there's this. Something over nothing, remember that- "Baby, I told you, at the end of this chapter, I'll-" Yukimiya's hand moves to you ass, gripping it tightly, trying to still your hips. "Kenyu, you said that three chapters ago!" your voice is high pitched and almost manic as a particularly sharp sensation of pleasure echoes through your body. You fist his shirt and nuzzle into the crook of his neck. "Mmmmm- please Ken, I . . . I can't take this anymore~" With a sigh, he closes his book. He sets it off to the side and wraps his arms around you, pulling you tighter against him. You begin kissing at his neck and jaw, your tongue darting out to taste his skin. You feel like you're floating, everything about Yukimiya furthering how deep you spiral into a sweet needy mess for him. "Okay, come on," he says sweetly, kissing your temple. "I'll give you exactly what you need my sweet baby." You can only preen at the idea that you're finally getting what you want as he lifts you bridal style from the couch and kicks the bedroom door closed behind you two with his heel.

➜ oh reo mikage my king ➜ i think reo's favorite hobby when it comes to people he cares about is spoiling them rotten, so if you have a high drive, he's all for it, 100% ➜ if you come calling, he'll drop everything for you. ➜ also, bonus! in my mind, this man has a thing for lingerie, so you better fucking believe that this man has an entire section of your closet just dedicated to different sets. ➜ maroon, black, lavender, navy blue, gold, in silk, satin, lace, and whatever else your mind can conjure up. If you can think it, he has probably bought it and fucked you in it ➜ after all, he has the time and the resources, and he's nothing if not generous, so why not make the most of it?

Reo ran his hand over his face, then threading his fingers through his hair. The hour was wearing on him, he could feel the ache settling into his bones. He stands and walks to a chaise in his study, pouring a drink for himself and sipping it. However, he barely gets two sips down his throat before the glass is being forced away from his lips. His eyes widen and he looks down to see you, with your fingers gently pushing at the rim of his glass. You're dressed in a lavender silk robe, the fabric hanging loosely over a peak of lace hugging your skin. His pupils enlarge as he takes in the teasing glimpse and you laugh softly at his expression. "I . . . thought you might be stressed," you say, taking the glass from him and setting it on a table next to the chaise. "I wanted to come help." He's silent for a moment, before a smirk tugging at his lips. A soft blush paints his cheeks and he cups your face lovingly in his hands. "Is that the only reason?" You pout and wrap your arms around his neck, giggling softly. "Hmmm . . . no~" And that's how you end up on the chaise, your legs bent over his shoulder. Your panties are pulled to the side, and your bra is still on, but your robe has been tossed somewhere far behind the two of you. Reo hovers above you, dragging moans and cries of pleasure from your mouth with each deep thrust into you. He's intoxicating, and you can't seem to get enough of him. And as you stare deep into his eyes, you know he feels the same. As you reach your peak for the third time that night, your eyes flutter closed, your back arches, and he welcomes it with a sharp inhale of his own and a kiss pressed against the hollow of your throat.

➜ i feel like rin itoshi's drive isn't the highest thing in the world ➜ like, he enjoys sex and he with you he really enjoys it, but it's never been his priority in the relationship ➜ also I feel like between soccer practices and other responsibilities he gets tired pretty easily ➜ that being said, he does still want to help you out whenever you get needy, so when he's too spent to use his cock, he resorts to his next best thing ➜ or in my opinion, my fav thing about him: his fingers

"Rin!" you gasp, clinging to his body like a madman. His fingers delve deftly inside of you, curling at all the right angles, and sending sparks of pure bliss throughout your lower body. When your hips give a particularly harsh buck, he tsks and grabs your ass with his free hand. "Stop moving so much," he growls. The deep cadence of his voice sends another thrill of pleasure in you and you nuzzle your head deep into neck. "Sorry, 't just feels so good," you mewl. "I love it so much . . . ah~!" A smirk appears on Rin's face, but just as quickly as it comes it vanishes. He licks his lips as he stares down at your disheveled appearance. Your hair is disheveled, and your bare from the waist down. You're not wearing a bra, so he can see the outlines of your chest as it heaves beneath your shirt, which hangs loosely over your frame. When you pull back from his neck, the look in your eyes almost makes him finish right then and there. They glisten with tears of pleasure, and are lidded. He can see the pleasure you're feeling etched into every line of your iris, and love is mixed within that. He feels a tight pull in his chest and he can't help himself from leaning down and catching your lips in his. His tongue immediately delves into your mouth, exploring your mouth. You moan softly into his mouth and he sighs. His fingers don't let up at all, continuing to tease and prod and touch every crevice it can reach. You start to writhe in his arms, but he holds fast, keeping you still. You have no choice but to succumb to his assault on your core. Rin kisses you as you finish on his hand, groaning as you go all sweet and pliant in his hands. When he pulls back, you slump against him like a rag doll and he huffs out a hoarse laugh. As you regain your bearings, he lifts his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.

➜ michael kaiser operates entirely on his own schedule, so to be honest, if he's not in the mood, you're kinda screwed ➜ but if he is in the mood, YOU are in for it ➜ all his want and desire make your neediness seem like nothing ➜ also, kaiser's got some good ass stamina, so if you set him off, you better pray your drive doesn't fizzle out because this man is getting his fill of you ➜ whether it's on his tongue or on his dick

You squeal as your boyfriend practically chucks you onto the bed. You look over your shoulder and your heart stops beating after you catch a glimpse of the sheer delight on his face. His smile is cocky and powerful and is so goddam sexy. You match his smile and flip onto your back, pushing yourself up on your forearms as Kaiser practically crawls on top of you. Kisses on your mouth turn to kisses on your neck, which turns into kisses along your chest, then your stomach, and before you know it, he's shirtless, you're naked, and his kissing the inside of your thighs. Your hands thread through his hair and he stares up at you, his blue eyes lidded and wanton. His tongue is gentle at first, testing the waters of your arousal, but soon he's lapping at you like a madman. His tongue works wonders on your core, leaving you fully satisfied but still achy for more at the same time. You know it doesn't make any sense, but the "Please" and the "More" still drip from your mouth even as he's delivering everything you've been craving since morning. And he is well aware of the effect he's having on you. You can feel his mouth twist into a smirk against you and it only drives you crazier. Your hands tug at his hair and he hisses, sending sweet vibrations through your core. Your whimpers and moans continue to build in pitch and volume, before finally, you're exploding on his tongue with a sharp call of his name. When Kaiser pulls back, he takes in your mussed appearance with a heat in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. His lips and chin glisten with your fluids. He licks his lips as he settles his hips in between your thighs and gives a sharp grind. "Don't give out on me just yet liebe," he coos. "I'm not done with you yet."

➜ shidou ryusei matches your freak the best on this whole list I think ➜ he will be down for whatever and whenever you want, but also . . . wherever you want ➜ shidou lives for the thrill of life, and chases the high of something new and exciting, so if you're high sex drive comes with promises of that, sign him the fuck up!

"Ryu!" you cry out as he yanks on your hair. The two of you have climbed into the backseat of the car. You're pressed up against the leather of the seats, with his chest flush against yours. You squeal and a slutty smile etches itself onto your face as he licks your neck. "Ryu~ ah . . . oh my god- slow down-ah." "Slow down, huh?" Shidou growls, his lips pulling into a smug smile. "Why~? You were just begging for it a few minutes ago." "I-I know, but- holy shit, you- ah!" You didn't even know it was possible for someone to fuck like this, but here he was. One hand perched on the roof of the car, the other holding the dip of your waist. His face moves from your neck to between the shoulder blades, and he litters kisses there, and sucks bruises down your spine. He travels back up to your shoulder and nips at the skin there, his hips never faltering once in their rhythm. "God I love this little body of yours so much," Shidou whispers hotly against the curve of your ear. "Every single time I see you, fuck, you don't even know how hard you make me." "Mmmmmm," your head tilts back, resting on his shoulder. "I think I do," you whine. "Yeah, can you feel it babygirl? It's all hard and deep inside of you isn't it?" he laughs, the sound sharp and hoarse in your ear. To anyone else, it might be grating, but all it's serving to do right is bridge you closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck! Ryuseiii, I'm gonna- uh! Wait- I, I-!" your eyes go cross and your body shakes with violent tremors. You bite down on your lip to try and keep quiet, but Shidou presses his hand to your lips, prying them open. "Come on now, lemme hear those sweet, sweet- fucking I'm gonna come too. Oh, fuck, fuck, yes. Fuck!" The two of you lean into one another, sweat slicking your bodies as you reach your peak together.

➜ my babygirl isagi yoichi is the easiest to get seduced by you ➜ i had this idea for a fic a long time ago where he comes home and your really needy and it was this whole ovulation type thing, but basically the point boils down to, if you want it isagi will give it ➜ in my mind, he's the most flexible to appeal to whatever type of sex you want, whether it be hard and rough or soft and loving ➜ as we all know he's super adaptable and that carries over during sex, so yay to anyone who's dating him!

Sunlight filters in through the window, the early morning glow giving everything a soft halo to it, including you. You and Isagi are laying on your sides, your chest pressed against his and your leg tossed across his hips. One of your arms are wrapped around his neck and the other trapped between your bodies, your hand intwined with his. A soft blush paints your cheeks and his, and you stare into Isagi's deep blue eyes through your lashes. His strokes are deep and send soft whimpers flowing from your lips. Each whisper of his name only sends Isagi down a path for more, more, more. "Pretty," you whisper, "you look so pretty like this Yoichi, mmm!" He huffs out a dry laugh and shakes his head. Compared to how you look right now- flushed cheeks, dilated eyes, plump lips ready for kissing- he can't imagine how he could even compare to your beauty. You clench down around him and he groans. "You feel so good," he sighs, closing his eyes. His hand squeezes yours and he leans in to nuzzle his nose against yours. "Even this early in the morning . . . how do you always feel so good?" You giggle softly, the sound dissolving into a moan. "Mmmm . . . Yoichi, I love you . . . I love you so much- mmph!" He cuts you off with a firm kiss. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the end and an embarrassing threatens to escape his lips. For the sake of his dignity, this is the best move. His tongue brushes against yours, and your quick to return his kiss with just as much fervor. He finishes before you, but that's okay. As he says while your panting from the kiss, "It's still early. We have enough time for two- maybe three rounds. Are you okay to keep going?" All you can do is nod, and he continues earnestly, flipping you onto your back and ensuring this time you finish.

a/n: this was a beast to write, especially Shidou. Although I appreciate his freak, I fear I cannot match it as well as I would like lol, so I had to really brainstorm with his to make sure they all didn't just sound the same (˶˃⤙˂˶)

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shotmrmiller · 1 year ago

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it turned to smut in seconds, i cannot control my own hands, ok. 18+ (implication of breeding kink or something and simon's a jealous boy)

ex-husband simon who signed the divorce papers without a fight. it'd stung, you're not gonna lie, but it needed to be done and the fact that he didn't make a big fuss about it made things easier for you physically. (emotionally you were in shambles because did he not even want to try and fight for you?)

he comes over only on the weekends when he's on leave.

he's a good father to his boys. he takes them to their softball games when he can, buys them the ice cream and takes them toy shopping.

and then there's a sharp knock at your door on a wednesday afternoon.

"simon?"

he walks in like he owns the place, which technically he does- even pays the mortgage because there's no way you would be able to afford living here with your own measly income.

"what's this the boys are tellin' me 'bout a man bein' in here?" his voice is calm, steady. but you know simon better than you know yourself, and he's furious.

"i- i'm not sure-" he swipes his hand in the air and your mouth clicks shut.

"don't lie t'me, poppet, or i'll be findin' him myself an' you really don't want tha'."

what man? there hasn't been any since the divorce! you're digging through your memories, scrambling to find what the hell he's talking about when-

"oh! it's the plumber!" you take steadying breath. "i called a plumber on sunday. i needed the kitchen sink fixed."

his dark eyes are piercing, so sharp they could cut. simon's always been a walking lie detector, and it's unnerving to be on the opposite end of that analyzing stare.

he nods imperceptibly, then flicks his gaze to behind you, over your head. "show me."

you scoff indignantly. "show you what? the bloody sink?"

simon wordlessly heads to the kitchen and his knees pop as he kneels-

he's actually checking the fucking sink.

with a grunt, he leans his head into the cabinet and twist awkwardly which is no doubt causing a familiar pain to flare up in his lower back. you can't help but wince in sympathy.

lo and behold, there's a shiny, white elbow in the middle of the rest of the dirty, scratched pipe.

he hums, and rises to his feet, closing the cabinet with his leg.

simon approaches you slowly, fingertips touching the kitchen island as he rounds it. "palms flat on the counter, sweetheart."

oh. oh you know exactly what that means, and your pussy throbs almost in reflex. months without his touch and your body still responds the same.

your protest already at the tip of your tongue, almost involuntarily because principles, but he sees right through you, as he's always done.

"jus' a reward for all o' your hard work. takin' care o' the boys is a stressful job all on its own." his worn hand cups the underside of your jaw tenderly. "aren't i always good t'ya?"

your exhales are weak, just like your resolve. "okay."

simon's eyes glint with satisfaction as he lifts his hand, index pointing upwards and twirls it in a slow, deliberate motion.

your palms are flat on the counter when he curls his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and knickers, tugging them downward.

they're flat on the counter when he lowers himself to his knees and taps the inside of your foot, indicating you to widen your stance.

they're curled into fists when his breath puffs against your slick cunt and his warm tongue slides through your folds, drawing lazy circles around your bud. a tingle of arousal shoots up your spine, his mouth sparking a fire right under your navel.

they're reaching for simon, nails sinking into the delicate skin of his wrist as your back bows when you come on his tongue, vision spotted with black, blurry dots and white hot ecstasy coursing through your veins.

your hands are now crossed at the base of your spine, your cheek pressing into the cool kitchen counter as he bends you over it.

"15 minutes before the boys are home from school. tha's plenty o'time, yeah?"

a rhetorical, if you've ever heard one.

your knuckles stain white as you clench your fists at the heavy, hot weight of his manhood stretching your walls to take him in, a sweet burn that you've always loved. he's gentle but sure, bottoming out in one smooth stroke that pushes the air out of your lungs. the sibilant hiss simon lets out is never fails to elicit a whimper out of you.

"fuck," he groans. "i could stay inside this pretty pussy forever."

and the dirty talk. how much you've missed it.

"would you like tha', pet? be inside of ya til you don't know where i end and you begin?"

a garbled mhm slips past your lips. your head already empty at just the sensation of being so unbearably full that it feels like you're tearing at the seams.

"another time, then, since the kids'll be home soon."

he begins to move, shallow but firm thrusts that drag his cock along your nerves deliciously- a sure fire way of getting you to climax around him in minutes.

your walls begin to squeeze down as the knot in your stomach tightens, and he lets go of your wrists, looping an arm around your waist and straightens you- his broad chest to your much smaller back.

his clever fingers wind downwards, and rub precise, little circles on your slippery clit, and it's all too much, you're hurtling toward the precipice at neck break speed- "god, simon, please-"

his pace never falters, not his hips nor his fingers as your moans begin to rise in pitch. "i'll get ya there, love."

he does, he gets you to your highest peak- blindingly intense- one that chokes the very breath out of you and slackens your knees. "i've got ya."

there's no strength left in you to brace for the spine-jarring thrusts he gives after, the only thing keeping you from sprawling forward is the arm that's looped around you as he pulls you to him.

"on anything?" he rumbles.

your ears ring at that because he can't possibly- your head shakes unbidden.

"good."

the last four thrusts are heavy, backed by his weight, and he smothers a loud groan into the junction of your shoulder as he finishes inside of you- thick, viscous cum filling you until it begins to drip and fall to the floor with an audible plop.

he presses tender little kisses to your sweaty shoulder and nips the side of your neck. "just in time."

the clock on the stove says 5 minutes before the bus gets there.

he helps you redress, chuckling under his breath when you won't look him in the eye. "i'll get the kids, go get cleaned up."

the knot in your chest loosens when you hear the boys' laughter at seeing their father on the driveway. it loosens when simon picks both of them up, one in each arm, and glances up at you as you look down at them from the window.

heat licks up your cheeks when he gives you a smarmy little grin.

idiot.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x f reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley smut #cod smut #cod mwii #simon riley #ghost smut

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pizzamuffindonutpeach33 · 2 years ago

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#new f/o! and she looks pretty easy to draw so maybe I'll try drawing her #but first I'm trying to draw something else

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alteredphoenix · 2 years ago

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Jingliu does for me what Tyr*nde Wh*sperw*nd does not.

#i just realized this the other day #and no i don't prescribe to the 'plz step on me' movement no ty #i think it's b/c of the disparity in muscle definition #tbh i think that's too much muscle on tyr*nde #she never really came across to me as a person who's supposed to be jacked out like that #idk it felt to me like the game was trying to make her illid*n-lite but throw in the El*ne/Order bent #OTOH hoyoverse doesn't really jack up their cast; that's the fan artists' job #b/c gotta make 'em bishounen/bishoujo ig to build up your fanbase #but there's something about jingliu's design that draws me in #that really sells the moon aesthetic #i think it's the color scheme in her design #it's not overly bright but it's also not overly dark #her hair and the bits of red make her stand out #but it's that blindfold that speaks volumes for me #i can't really say as to HOW MUCH b/c i have to play HSR #but it does. and i think that alone - or w/o it - gives jingliu such allure #anyway that's just my personal analysis of two (2) moon-coded characters #a rather small one but i think small is good b/c otherwise i'll just end up typing out essays :V

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 months ago

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Could you do a ENA DREAM BBG short with Reader busting a gut at the Shaman's "go away Ena, and get a life" statement, while Ena is unamused?

"Now...go away, Ena! And get a LIFE!! That shall be your quest for today!!" The Shaman declared, his hands waving around wildly before he vanished back into the machine he came from.

You and Ena stood there for a brief moment, with her staring into the glowing pink pool surrounding the contraption, wondering what this "life" was and how she could acquire it.

But you, on the other hand, couldn't help but crack up.

Hearing the odd sound that left your lips--one that you were desperately trying yet failing to conceal--she turned her head to you, confusion and concern displayed on her face in equal measure.

"Did he just tell you to get a life??? Oh my god--that's.....I'm sorry--" You began laughing hysterically, damn near keeling over as you held your stomach. "That's INSANE. "Get a life"! God, I can't breathe--oh, man.."

"I'm not qualified in CPR training, so please continue breathing..for both our sakes." Ena muttered, unamused as she stood there awkwardly. "Tell me...what was so funny about his request?"

Once you were able to catch your breath, you looked at her, still trying to hold back your giggles. "O-Oh. I forgot..uh..."get a life" is another human idiom. I'll tell you about that one later." You coughed into your fist, finally managing to settle down and not look like a crazy person anymore. "Whew...I'm okay now. Looks like we need to find something he can use to create life. Maybe the witches know a thing or two about that practice. Let's visit them next."

"What insight you have, my friend!" Her Salesperson side grinned. "Let's go check off that box, shall we? And you can enlighten me on this idiom along the way. You're like an endless well of knowledge, and I crave more understanding!"

You weren't sure what to say to that, but it sounded like a compliment, so you just nodded and followed her out of the Seal House.

In less than ten seconds, you've explained the idiom to her. Somehow she manifested a pen and paper from her suspenders, taking long detailed notes about how and when she should appropriately use it--only to throw them away as you approached your next client.

Apparently, her Meanie side didn't like the way she was being spoken to, despite them only saying all but two words to her.

And that was enough for her to draw out the megaphone.

"AT LEAST WE'RE CONTRIBUTING SOMETHING TO SOCIETY!! STOP COMPLAINING AND GET A LIFE, MORON!!"

Once again, you find it difficult to contain your laughter, tears coming to your eyes.

You've trained her well.

#most iconic shaman line ever #joel g cooked with this one #clanask #anonymous #ena x reader #ena dream bbq x reader #dream bbq x reader #platonic

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thefudge · 1 year ago

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Advice for writing smut???

gonna do bullet-points of things i tend to live by when it comes to smut (this is just my opinion):

don't switch styles: the way you write the smut has to be consistent with the way you write the rest of the story, so if your story is more comedic or romcom-y in nature, the way you write the smut should have those stylings. i personally find it very jarring when authors decide to break the format for the smut, almost like the story has to stop for the sex intermission; if you're writing a horror story, the smut must be informed and influenced by that genre, and if you are breaking genre for the smut portion, tell us why you're suddenly switching gears (it has to be an aesthetic choice you're making on purpose). likewise, if your style in that story is more lyrical, the smut has to be somewhat lyrical too, or if your story is more cormac mccarthy-esque-cut-and-dry, the smut can't suddenly involve an effluvia of purple, sappy prose. integrating the smut in the story and treating it like any other part of the story is key to me. too often i've seen ppl switch to this anonymous pornified style when they get to the smut

which brings me to specificity. i'll talk about het sex, since that's what i tend to write most: not all men are going to be fingering or eating pussy the same way, not all dicks are big and they shouldn't be, not all women immediately get excited by fingering, not everyone moans the same way or makes the same sounds. you're writing about particular characters so it has to be particular to them. i know this is very old advice, but i think it bears repeating

there isn't an exact formula or sequence you have to follow, there aren't precise steps, you don't have to go "well, first he has to kiss down her neck, then reach the boob area, then play with the nipples, then put the nipple in his mouth, then slowly go down on her, then prepare her for entering her etc. etc. etc." this can get boring and repetitive and you start thinking of your characters as these mechanical dolls who have to fuck for your audience. and that can be a vibe too, if you do it on purpose. but sometimes you can get stuck in a porn routine (and ofc, having only the guy show initiative can also get boring)

in order to break that, insert some character moments. what are the characters thinking during this? sometimes they might be thinking of something completely unrelated on the surface, but which has a thematic relevance that can make the scene hotter. likewise, maybe they're doing smth that seems unsexy on the surface, but which, within the context of the story might be really hot. sex doesn't just involve, well, sex, but so much weirdness and humanity and creativity. two bodies (usually) are trying to do this really awkward thing together and they might have a lot of baggage and history to inform it. there's a lot you can do with that.

don't make it glossy and clean, where everyone smells of strawberry shampoo and there is never anything out of sync. the most boring smut tends to be the kind where no one makes any mistakes and everything is super efficient. i imagine it feels like using an industrial pump to milk various farm animals.

and you know what? you can make that hot too. you CAN write a kind of robotic efficient smut and make it really interesting based on the context. let's say you're writing a 1984 AU fic where ppl are forced into intimacy only to procreate and their sex drive is diminished. you can play with that premise and lean into the dehumanizing industrialization of sex, but you have to mean it, aka your narratorial voice must be conscious of these factors.

if you're writing dubcon, make the dubious part present, make sure you draw out the ambivalence and ambiguity. if you're writing noncon, the character whose consent is being violated has to be transformed by this in some way. it can be forced pleasure, for instance, but not only. it has to be a journey for them too, some kind of spiritual pit, or a form of access to terrible knowledge. i know this is a personal thing, but noncon doesn't work for me if the character being noncon'd is just sort of *there*, suffering passively. i think that sort of dead passivity can be done very well too, but the narratorial voice has to persuade me.

that being said, don't be afraid of fear in consensual sex. terror and vulnerability are a part of consensual sex too, imo, and again, depending on the story and the characters, there's a lot you can explore there

i personally find it really hot when the narratorial voice starts discussing some of the ideas that the story wants to convey during the smut. so like, you can characterize person A and outline their worldview and their plans while they're ramming person B, and the thinking & fucking are thus entwined. idk, i dig that

speaking of which, smut can convey world-building details and social/philosophical ideas, not just emotions and character beats

not all smut has to end with mutual orgasm or even one-sided orgasm, it depends what you want to do or where you want to go. again, you don't have to follow a sequence. plus, it's fun (and hot) to write about frustration and failure too.

if you want to mix up the descriptions, resort to the story & characters. you'll find it's easier to describe someone fondling a boob in a new or at least interesting way if you're thinking about that particular character in that particular story, and not just Man X from planet porn (sorry to be snarky, but mainstream erotica is soooo guilty of this)

screaming & really intense reactions are cool but they have to match the characters and the situations

sometimes, it's hotter if an effect is mild or negated, if the usual outcome doesn't happen; mix up the order of events, toy with the usual reactions. it's not about being original, it's about finding out what works for your characters. writing about sex is, in a way, a performance of it, an attempt to go through the sexual motions, to find out what works and doesn't, to engage with the erotics of text (roland barthes entered the chat)

if you are bored by your own smut, that's a problem. i know we all talk about how hard we find writing smut, and IT IS hard, and sometimes it's not enjoyable, because writing itself is often not enjoyable, but even when it's painful and annoying, it gives you that little intellectual kick like "huh, i'm creating this and making these people do this, and ohh look, i can maybe put this unnamable thing into words". but if you become bored, that's a sign you have to look at the language & characters and figure out what's not working for you

last thing i'll underline: pay attention to your narratorial voice. in this ordeal, you are the seducer. not the characters. you have to seduce us with words and context. your voice matters the most. you can persuade us of anything. but you have to be confident in your weirdness and particularity. this is your bedroom (so to speak), so invite us in.

#writing #smut tips #writing advice #smut #my thoughts #replies

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dokyumms · 4 months ago

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seventeen's reaction to their s/o being a surgeon !

pairings: ot13 x gn surgeon!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 861

cw: none

a/n: another request done! i'm definitely not a surgeon, so this is probably not accurate T-T also, i'm going to try to start posting on a schedule eventually... but i'm not sure yet. anyways, enjoy this kings ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

scoups - he didn't even realize he could fall more in love with you until you told him you were a surgeon. not only are you smart, but you save lives (and he just thinks you look hot in scrubs)? oh he's dug himself up a deeper hole. he tries to do what he can to help you, always offering to pick you up from work even if you clock out just hours before he has to go to practice.

jeonghan - he enjoys being your stay at home wife and sugar baby lol. when he found out, he probably showed the most excitement he'd shown in a while, "so, this means you have enough money to buy me a dyson hair dryer?" he likes knowing that you're working hard while he rots on the couch, but he hates when you have to get up for work at 5:30 in the morning. you can't count how many times you've almost been late for work since jeonghan will trap you in bed with him until the very last minute.

joshua - honestly the best moral support. he really loves that you help others for a living and wants to get involved, making bracelets for all your surgical patients. whenever you're burnt out or tired, he's there to catch you as well. he wants to make sure you're always in the best state to do your job well, so occasionally he'll nag on some of your bad habits, "we need you alive so you can keep other people alive silly,"

jun - he's very curious about your job, "you do what?? tell me more," he always asks about how your day was and won't sleep till you tell him every detail. so, now he knows all the drama between your coworkers. anytime he gets injured he immediately sends a photo to you with absolutely no warning and asks you to diagnose him (because he lowkey thinks surgeon = doctor 😭).

hoshi - very explosive reaction to say the least... "WHAT?? that's like such a scary job though??? how..?" he's honestly a little scared of you now. one time he sent you a picture of a vase he accidentally broke and was like "you won't dissect me or something because of this... right?" but anytime a member disrespects him? he's instantly using you to threaten them.

wonwoo - if he didn't have enough respect for you already, he certainly does now. he lovesss having a book-smart partner. sort of like jun, but he does more research so he can engage in more conversation with you. he even read a book all about it so you don't have to explain all the medical lingo to him.

woozi - secretly very impressed. he tries to be nonchalant about it when he finds out like, "okay.. cool," but then he'll end watching a ton of videos about it later. he would've never thought someone like you could have such an enduring job, you're always so bright around him! if it were him, he'd never be in a good mood lol.

dk - he's definitely worried about you all the time now, but also you're biggest cheerleader! anytime you have a big surgery coming up, he always send you good luck messages, "my y/nnn, you got this! i'll be cheering you on ๑˃̶͈̀Ⱉ˂̶͈́๑" he totally checks up on you like every hour as well, "are you eating? well you should eat :)"

mingyu - like jeonghan, he's now your stay at home wife. he literally packs you lunch every morning and even puts in little sticky notes with surgeon-related jokes... are they funny? well, more or less, but he always draws little doodles of you in your scrubs that make you giggle.

the8 - he admires you so much for your job, and he makes sure that you know it too. when you get home from work he's just like, "you're so cool, you know," if you EVER downplay yourself, he's constantly reminding you that you shouldn't try to make it sound like your job is easy. and to your dismay, he's always flexing that he's got a surgeon as his partner.

seungkwan - impressed and worried. whenever you mention having a big surgery, he's more nervous than you (even if it's already passed). he's really big on making sure you're taking care of yourself, offering to treat you to a spa day whenever you have time. plus, it's an excuse for him to do face masks with you.

vernon - bro will NOT stop making 'grey's anatomy' references. it's too late to stop him. "there're no 'mcdreamys' at your job right?" he makes you watch the show with him and asks if it's accurate. other than that, super chill and respects your work ethic.

dino - he's scared of you, but also super proud. you won't catch this guy even coming close to disrespecting you anytime soon. also someone who will confuse surgeons as doctors, so you have to explain to them that they're really different, and no, you can't write him a doctor's note so he can skip practice because he has a 'mega bad headache'

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tbaluver · 6 months ago

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lightweight- zayne x reader

pairings: zayne x fem! reader wc: 308 a/n: something small bc i can't stop thinking abt this..maybe i'll finish this when the memory comes out :o i need him..i'm gnawing on bars

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you’ve never seen zayne like this before. the patient man you’ve grown once familiar with disappears as his arms urgently wrap around your waist, drawing you closer to him. your bodies were flushed against each other now, earning a gasp from you once you felt his clothed cock rub against your thin material dress.

he pulls at his tie, eager to free himself, unbuttoning a few buttons to loosen his shirt. zayne and his hands were so warm as they roam, caress, and squeeze your tits while the other makes its way up to your inner thigh. the closer he trails up, you could feel the heat pool in the pit of your stomach.

the important books you knew he’d been reading were scattered across the floor as he cleared space to pin you against the desk. he was feeling so light headed, unable to form any words, yet all he knew was that he couldn’t bear to let you slip out of his reach.

zayne’s captures your lips onto his, both moved against each other in sync, your tongues dancing together. you could taste the alcohol on his tongue but zayne didn’t really mind. his large hands slid to the top of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss.

even when he pulls away momentarily, just to toss his glasses aside, he’s already seeking for more. just before his lips meet yours again, you stop him, your hand pressing gently against his chest. “z-zayne are you sure?” he glances down, his breath coming in shallow pants until his amber green eyes flicker up to you.

“are you trying to run away? you keep saying i’m drunk. so, must i always stay sober?” he can’t get enough. he’s eager and desperate for more. he needs all of you at once.

#zayne x reader #zayne x you #zayne x y/n #zayne love and deepspace #zayne lads #zayne smut #zayne #lads zayne #lnds zayne #l&ds zayne #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #love and deep space x reader #love and deep space #lads x you #lads x reader

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ckret2 · 2 months ago

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Chapter 94 of human Bill Cipher having been the Mystery Shack's prisoner UNTIL NOW:

At long last—Bill's finally been paroled.

Bill sauntered into the living room. "You summoned me?" He looked at Ford and Stan, sitting together on the sofa, and asked, "Are you my parole board?"

Stan said, "Keep mouthing off like that and see if we reduce your sentence."

Bill cracked a grin. He sat in one of the armchairs, laced his hands behind his head and crossed an ankle over his knee, and said, "Finally lightening up a little?"

Ford grimaced. "Well. We had to trust you with the agent, and you didn't blow it, so I suppose we don't have a choice."

"Awww. Don't sound so grateful."

"Can we get this over with before you two start bantering?" Stan asked. "Okay. As of now, you're allowed to go out and do social things with people in town. Or invite 'em over, just—get permission first before you haul someone home."

That immediately threw Bill off his game. His smile dropped, he sat up straight, and he put his hands on the armrest, as if he was already on the verge of jumping out of his seat and bolting for freedom. "Wait. Really?"

"But only if one person from the household is with you at all times," Stan said. "Except for Dipper. Because we both think you'd be willing to kill Dipper to escape."

Bill laughed. "That's fair! That can't be everything, though. There's a catch, what's the catch?"

"Restrictions," Ford said. "No trying to manipulate the townspeople, no trying to turn them against the rest of us, no tricking them into restarting Weirdmageddon—and in case I missed any loopholes, no doing anything you know full well we wouldn't want you to do. If we even get a hint that you're trying any of the above, the game's over and we tell the town who you really are."

"Oh, really." Bill slowly sat back, eyeing the twins calculatingly. "People in this town love me! If you try to lock me up again, I have friends in town hall who will get worried and come looking. Try to tell them I'm Bill Cipher, and I'll tell them you're crazy and they'll believe me." He propped his cheek in a hand. "In fact, this whole week I've been behaving myself for your benefit. As far as I'm concerned, I can do just about anything I want now—so the real point of this little meeting is deciding whether you'll give me what I want the east way, or the hard way. So maybe cool it with the threats you can't back up! You can't prove I'm anything but what I look like."

He said, "Why are you two grinning like that. Stop grinning."

Ford stood to push a video tape into the VCR. Stan turned on the TV and hit play.

The screen opened on a shot of the living room sofa, where Bill sat cross-legged and grinning next to a large easel pad. The first page of the pad was covered in drawings of cute animal faces, birds, fish, and (closer to Bill’s side) skulls, lightning, and triangles.

From behind the camera, Mabel said, "Welcome to Mabel’s Guide to Local Animals—"

"I’m helping."

"—featuring Bill Cipher as my cohost!"

Stan paused the video. He and Ford grinned at Bill.

Bill gaped at the screen. "Well—I—that doesn't prove anything. It's just a wild accusation by a child! It's not like I confirmed—"

Stan hit play.

On screen, Bill said, "That’s me!”

“Yes it is. Lots o—"

Stan paused the video.

Bill buried his face in his hands. Why. "Mabel's not even on screen! I could have been responding to something else and you dubbed her lines in later! You don't have any footage that directly connects that human on screen to Bill Cipher!"

Stan fast-forwarded the tape.

"Oh boy."

Stan hit play. Mabel smiled at the screen. "Welcome back! My co-host has been banned from the rest of this episode so he can reflect on his behavior."

Behind her, Bill, one hand bandaged and face covered by a paper bag that read "PLAYED WITH FIRE," said, "It was worth it!" He’d persuaded Mabel to draw his triangle face over the text.

"WHAT!" Bill jumped to his feet, didn't know what to do next, and turned around to kick the cushion off his seat. His cheeks burned at the Stans' laughter. "Unbelievable! This is ridiculous! This is all—" He couldn't admit it was his fault. He wasn't about to blame it on Mabel. He whirled around to point at Ford. "Your fault."

"Wh—" Ford flung his hands into the air, "What did I have to do with it?!"

"I don't know yet! I'm still figuring that part out!" Bill dropped back into his seat, then had to half stand again to straighten out the cushion.

"Think the cops'll buy that?" Stan asked.

Bill slouched back in his seat, elbow on the armrests, hands laced in front of his mouth. He mumbled, "I'll behave."

"Good."

"And... we'll make a deal with you," Ford said.

Bill shot him a burning glare. "I'm listening."

"Kitchen access. We're still figuring out if there's anything we can do about the fridge and the microwave—for now, at least you have the freezer chest Soos provided—but we'll give you access to the cabinets and everything in them, the cans, the can openers, the glass jars, and the stove, if you can identify five parts of the house we can't remove that you could kill somebody with."

Bill narrowed his exposed eye. "Why."

Stan said, "Because we're only making this offer cuz we figure you've already thought of plenty of ways to kill us, so it doesn't make a difference if you can slit our throats with an aluminum can lid. You want the goods, we want a warning about what else you could be planning."

Bill's eye narrowed further. "Throw in the knives."

"We'll get you plastic knives," Ford said.

"Deal. Garroting you with my clothing. Breaking the banister and stabbing you with the splintered wood. Snapping off a metal chair leg and stabbing you with that. Punching through a windowpane and using the broken glass as a knife. Unplugging an appliance, chewing halfway through the wire, plugging it back in, pouring water on the floor around the exposed wiring, and waiting for someone to use it. Pulling threads out of the upholstery to make tripwires across the stairs. Doing something to encourage Dolores to try to poison me again, then switching my plate with someone else's when she's not looking. Not to mention all the objects I can use for blunt force trauma: chairs, Questiony's piano, the lid on the toilet tanks, the coat rack, the metal trash can in the kitchen, the..."

Unnerved, Stan said, "That's a lot more than five." Ford elbowed him.

"And you owe me for the rest. We'll work out the details later."

"Did you say punching through a windowpane?" Ford asked.

"Sure, it's glass, it's not that hard. I just need to wrap a shirt around my fist so I don't bleed out before you idiots do."

"Has it occurred to you that punching out the glass could... yield any other results...?"

Bill looked at him blankly. "Like what. Creating a walking hazard?"

"Never mind."

"Okay," Stan said, "I'm convinced that the only thing stopping you from murdering us is the fact that you can't murder allof us. You can have kitchen access. Anything else?"

"Daily sunlight," Bill said. "Not sunlight filtered through a window—actual sunlight. Open a window for me, let me sit in the yard, whatever, I don't care! I just want sunshine. I feel like a starving sunflower."

Stan snorted. "What's a starving sunflower feel like?"

"Like it's only photosynthesized for a combined ten hours over the last month and a half, is that a trick question?"

Ford asked, "You photosynthesize?" He slowly reached for his coat pocket pen. Stan pushed Ford's hand back down.

"Course I do, how did you think I eat?"

"I didn't think you eat. You've claimed to be a being of pure energy enough times."

"I am a being of pure energy. Did you think that means I violate the laws of thermodynamics? I've got to get more energy from somewhere, don't I?"

"I suppose that makes sense..." Ford slowly reached for his coat pocket pen. Stan decided to just hold his hand.

"I'd be happy to explain how it works sometime! Maaaybe over a game of chess?"

Ford scowled at him.

"That's what I thought." Bill rolled his eye. "Fine. Then you can ask Mabel. She knows all about it."

Sensing a brewing argument, Stan cut in, "Okay, daily sunlight, we'll figure that out. Is that everything?"

"Phone rights. The Rainbow Club gang wants to know how to reach me, I can't keep telling 'em I broke my phone and haven't replaced it."

"Is the phone you stole not enough?" Ford asked wryly.

Bill grinned. "Oh, Mabel mentioned that, huh?"

"Where is that phone, anyway?"

"Threw it away." At Ford's glare, he said, "What, don't believe me?! Fine! Search my cell, officer! You won't find squat!"

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A squirrel, returning to its hole in a tree with an armful of nuts, stared in dismay at the brick of plastic and metal that had been hidden in its home.

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"Fine, phone access," Stan said. "But under supervision only."

"Fine. And I want TV voting rights."

"What?"

"You—" Bill turned his gaze back to Ford "—told me that everyone else in the house gets priority over me when we choosing what we watch. I want an equal TV vote. You know—like a person who has opinions that matter!"

Stan and Ford exchanged a look. They wanted to say no, because Bill was Bill, and it didn't feel like he deserved that.

But. By this point—after multiple rescues thanks to Bill—that was almost starting to feel petty.

Sweetly, Bill said, "Come on, Stanford, don't you want someone else in the shack who's willing to vote for the parascience documentaries? You need every vote you can get! You and your little clone are already outnumbered!"

"Stop," Ford said. "Fine. Equal TV rights. Not because you tried to bribe me."

"You're making the right decision," said Bill, who was fully planning to throw his vote behind whatever Mabel wanted to watch at every opportunity possible.

"Is that it?" Stan asked tiredly. "We're debating TV rights now, you can't want anything else."

"Just one last tiny minor little detail," Bill said. "When are you setting me free?"

Stan opened his mouth, held up a finger, lowered his finger, and looked at Ford. "Uhh..."

"Because you are going to set me free," Bill said, "right? You're not planning on keeping me here forever. If you've agreed you aren't executing me, then there's no way you could think you have the right to keep me locked up!" He favored them with a threatening fake smile. "I could call my lawyer. Do you want me to call my lawyer?"

"What are you talking about," Stan said, "who the heck is your lawyer."

"Do you want to find out."

Stan paused. "No."

Carefully, Ford said, "We haven't... discussed... our long-term plans for you."

Bill's smile faded. "Well. Discuss them. And let me know." He stood up. "Are we done here?"

"I suppose so," Ford said tiredly.

"And uh," Stan said, almost inaudibly, "thanks. I guess. For getting those agents off our tail."

"Suuure, any time." Bill gave them a wry grin. "It figures I'd have to sleep with a federal agent to get my sentence reduced."

Stan cracked up. "Hey, you know what? You're almost all right, Cipher." Ford didn't want to think it was funny, but a snort and a crooked grin escaped him anyway.

And Bill's gaze immediately latched onto Ford's face. Look at that. Bill almost got a smile. He was getting better at that lately. Heck, they'd nearly had fun at the museum, hadn't they? They'd had some banter. And Ford had actually acknowledged Bill as a teacher! In a way. Bill might be making some progress with him. Maybe...

May his name be erased.

No. He reminded himself not to get his hopes up. Ford had made very clear that he didn't respect Bill, he never respected Bill, and the only reason he suffered Bill to live was because Mabel liked him.

And, because Bill had potential. Because part of him was already what Ford wanted him to be.

Bill mentally kicked over the seesawing scale in his mind on which he was weighing Ford's worth. Don't pour your water in a leaky bucket, Cipher; if Ford's gonna come to you, he'll come to you. Don't chase him.

"You know, Stanley, I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said about me!" Bill swept out of the room. "Now, if you mortals will excuse me, I have some supervised calls to make. I'm going out."

"Oh yeah? Already?" Stan asked. "And doing what?"

"Don't worry about it, you're not coming. Neither of you would be able to keep up with the wild time I've got planned." He took a deep breath and shouted up the stairs, "Hey, star girl! Call up Candy and Grendo! We're hitting the town!"

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"It's just as beautiful as I remember," Bill said, surveying the mall with a beaming smile. "And this time I'm allowed to talk to people." He poked Mabel, "Promise not to kung fu flip me this time?"

"Pshh. Only if you promise not to shoplift anything."

Bill considered that, considered what kind of budget three 12-to-13-year-olds had at their disposal, and said, "If you break my neck when you flip me, call Ford instead of 911. I'll take his interdimensional MacGyvered first aid over a trip to the doc any day." Mabel socked his arm.

Candy said, "No shopping or shoplifting! We have more important business!" She hefted her backpack up in one hand and jogged past the rest of the group. "To the food court! I brought a special present for your first day of freedom. Mabel said you might like it."

Bill glanced at Mabel. She just gave him a secretive smile.

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With all four crowded around a table in the food court, Candy pulled a Magic Vision book out of her backpack.

"Here." She lay the book of autostereogram pictures open in front of Bill. "This is my favorite page ever. The best to start on."

Bill stared at the page, eyepatch flipped up, both eyes wide open and slightly crossed.

"Well?" Mabel asked. "What do you think?"

He didn't answer. He was staring at the book as though he was looking at a brand new color.

A single tear slid down his cheek.

Candy patted his back. "It's like that the first time."

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"Hey there!" The makeup saleswoman smiled as Grenda approached, flanked by Candy and Mabel. "Can I help you with anything?"

"Hi! Are you the one who gives out the makeup samples?"

"Um..." She gestured at the mirror next to her station. "Yes, you can try out our products here, but if you're under sixteen, you can only try on the makeup samples with an adult's authorization."

All three girls turned to Bill.

He was ignoring them, focused intently on a display of eyeliners.

"A-HEM!" Grenda said.

"What? Oh! Yeah, yeah, sure." Bill made a gesture like a benediction toward the group. "I grant my authorization."

"Great," the saleswoman said. "Then if there's anything you want to try out, I can help you apply it."

"Awesome!" Grenda dropped a couple dozen different lipsticks (half of them loaded with glitter) onto the counter under the mirror. "I want to try all of these!"

The saleswoman's smile faltered. "Oh—sorry, but there's a three product limit for free samples. To try on any more, you'd have to schedule an hour-long makeover session."

"Aw, man! I can't pay for that."

Bill looked at Grenda and the saleswoman, looked at the display of eyeliners, and leaned toward the saleswoman. "Hey, everyone gets three freebies, right?"

"Um—yes! That's right." She nodded.

"Great! Then I'm donating my three to the kid."

Grenda's face lit up.

The saleswoman grimaced. "I'm... not sure I'm allowed to—"

"I'm donating mine too!" Mabel said.

"Me three!" Candy said.

The saleswoman looked at them helplessly.

"Hey." Bill grabbed a passing customer's arm. "Wanna make a donation to a good cause?"

While the saleswoman tried to carefully draw two dozen separate strips of color on Grenda's lips and Mabel and Candy shouted their opinions, Bill surreptitiously slipped several eye products in his hood.

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"Hey!" Bill shouted, leaning over the balcony around the mall's mezzanine level. "Everybody! Spontaneous dance party! Right here, right now, let's go!" And then he started dancing to the mall's faint background music.

A security guard shouted up from the ground level, "Ma'am? Ma'am! This isn't the appropriate place to— I have to insist you don't—"

It was too late. Whooping and cheering, Mabel, Grenda, and Candy had joined him to start dancing.

When they saw the security guard coming up one escalator, they hustled down the other and escaped.

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"Not many people take Psynosaur's backstory seriously," Candy said, flipping through a 200-page notebook with densely-packed handwriting. "But when you think about the implications, it's really tragic. His species went extinct 70 million years ago and Professor Kagakusha cloned him from a fossil—he was not meant to live with modern Monster-Mon! Everyone thinks he destroyed the lab because he's inherently bad, but if you think about it, the last thing he knew was the primitive jungle and then he wakes up without his family in a cold, metal room. It's like he was abducted by aliens! He was not mad, he was scared."

"Okay," Bill said uncertainly, watching over her shoulder. He looked around for Mabel and Grenda, but they were off in the another section of the book store, vandalizing books on unicorns with the real facts.

Candy flipped another chunk of pages to an illustration she'd sticky note bookmarked with two dragon-like and dinosaur-like monsters attacking each other, one roaring a stream of 0's and 1's and the other with wavy circles radiating from its forehead. They were both crying. The pencil lines had smeared from opening and closing the pages so many times. "And when you think about it that way, it completely reframes his rivalry with DigiZard! They are not just enemies because Psychic elementals and Digital elementals are mutually mega-effective against each other and they are both Hyper Ultra Rare Monster-Mon. They also represent different eras. DigiZard represents the future, and fears the world that came before his creation, which is why he tries to upload everyone's brains onto the MonsterNet. Psynosaur represents the past and wants to destroy the scary new world he has been forced into."

"Sure," Bill said, perfectly lost.

"And yet, he and DigiZard share a common enemy: they are both the product of human science. DigiZard is coded from the DNA of a dozen Monster-Mon and Psynosaur was mutated when he was cloned. They were never meant to exist. And I think, deep down inside, feeling like they should not be alive is what drives their cruelty. Like they need to do something big to earn the right to exist, because they are such—"

"Freaks," Bill said.

"Yes! Exactly! But even though they have so much in common, they cannot see it. They just fight instead. They need to be put in a situation that forces them to see their shared trauma. Only then can they heal." Candy flipped to the front of the notebook, where she had an illustration of the two monsters wearing aprons. "Which is why I'm writing an AU about them running a coffee shop/cupcake bakery."

"Right," Bill said, lost again.

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Glaring at the children climbing all over the Kidz Zone rides, Bill said, "I'm never gonna get a turn on that coin-operated helicopter. It's been taken every time we've gone by!" He shot a dirty look at the giggling child currently occupying the helicopter.

"Fight him," Candy said solemnly. "He is the enemy. You must destroy him completely and take what you want."

"You're right, but I'm a foot taller than him and twice his weight. Everyone's gonna assume I'm the bad guy."

"What use is there in being the good guy when goodness doesn't bring you glory."

Bill gave Candy a surprised, impressed look.

"It doesn't get us kicked out," Grenda pointed out.

"Hmm..." Candy's eyes narrowed. "Then perhapssss... there's another way."

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As they hid in an out-of-order restroom waiting for the mall to close, Grenda experimented in the mirror with her new lipsticks, Mabel edited the drawings in a coloring book she'd picked up at the book store, and Bill sighed in boredom.

He looked at Candy, engrossed in a new notebook and flipping through her deck of Monster-Mon cards looking for reference art.

"Hey. Sooo," he said. "This joint business venture DigiZard and Psynosaur start—how's that shake out? Do they telekinetically burn it down for the insurance money? Do their friends stage an intervention and insist they need real therapy? Tell me they don't, I hate stories that end like that."

"Oh! They win a prize from the local newspaper for best new small business in the neighborhood," Candy said. "And then, they kiss."

Bill's brows went up in surprise. "Oh. Huh," he said. "Good for them."

Candy slowly pulled the notebook out of her backpack again. "Do you... want to read it?"

He squinted at her like he knew he'd just walked into a trap; then accepted the notebook. "Okay, fine—but only because I want to know how they get around DigiZard being a hologram."

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Half an hour after the mall closed, Mabel stuck her head out of the bathroom and looked around in the dim nighttime lights for any sign of other people. "Okay, coast is clear." Candy, Grenda, and Bill crept out after her, giggling quietly.

Mabel consulted a mall map. "Okay, to get back to the Kidz Zone we just need to make a left, and..."

Bill glanced down the main hall, and sucked in a gasp that made the girls look over.

Just in time to see a slender humanoid being—super smooth and so pure white it stood out even in the dim light—walk in stiff, jerky steps out of one of the dark stores.

The girls let out quiet gasps, grabbing onto Bill's hoodie for protection; and then Grenda loudly said, "Phew! It's not a security guard!"

With a sickening crack, the bare clothing mannequin snapped its featureless face toward them and went perfectly still, like a predator trying to fool its prey into thinking it was part of the scenery. A couple other mannequin heads curiously peeked out of another store.

Mabel hissed, "What are those—"

"Shhh! Let me do the talking." Bill pushed the girls behind himself, smiled disarmingly at the mannequins, and said, "Heeey! Sorry for the intrusion—Saturday, right? Arcade game night? Our bad, totally forgot!"

The first mannequin tilted its head quizzically. It signed a question at Bill.

"Yeah, no, not us, we're going the other direction from Hoo-Ha's," Bill said, gesturing behind them. Another few mannequins had emerged farther ahead; the tap of plastic feet on tile came from the stores behind them. He swallowed nervously. "We won't get in your way!"

Grenda whispered, "But the coin rides aren't—"

"Shhh." He signed another apology to the mannequin and said, "We'll just see ourselves out! Have fun, tell Slim I'm sorry I missed him, byyye!"

He turned around, scooping his arms around the girls to take them with him. "Walk toward the fire exit," he hissed, "don't run, and do not make eye contact."

Candy glanced back over her shoulder. "How can we? They don't have eyes."

Bill wrapped an arm around her shoulders to block her view, power-walked a little faster, and said through a gritted-teeth smile, "By the time you find out, it's too late."

Once they were past the mannequins, Mabel asked, "But where'll we go now? The mall's closed, what else is open this late?"

Grenda's eyes lit up. "Hey! I know where!"

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"It's okay, Mabel," Candy said, "Just concentrate. You nearly got your second dart in the double point ring. Third time's the charm!"

"You got this, girl!" Grenda said.

Bill squinted at the dart board to check how Mabel would do in the future, and lied, "You'll do great."

"Thanks, gang. Here we go." Mabel squinted an eye shut, carefully aimed her third dart, and flung it at the board.

Just as she did, one of the bikers sitting at Skull Fracture's front bar smashed a glass bottle over another's head and the second biker tumbled off his stool.

The dart went wild. It hit dead in the middle of a section in the double point ring. Unfortunately, it was in the 2 point area of the ring. "Aw, nuts!"

From the table where the Discount Auto Mart Warriors were waiting for their turn, Ghost-Eyes said, "It's all right! You're already playing better than you were just a few darts ago!"

"Thanks, Ghost-Eyes." Mabel pulled her pins off the electronic dart board, plopped down at her table, and drowned her sorrows in cherry limeade.

Ghost-Eyes got up, took his darts, threw them at the board in rapid succession—bullseye, bullseye, double bullseye—and sat down. His teammates hooted and hollered in congratulations as they clapped him on the back: "Three in a row, again!" "Way to go, man!"

(Sitting at the bar, splitting his attention between the brawl breaking out nearby and the dart game, Mayor Tyler Cutebiker cheered, "Get it! Get it!" He turned beet red when Ghost-Eyes subtly flexed in his direction.)

"All right," Bill said, "everyone move aside for a bar game pro." He finished off his drink—the only one at their table that wasn't a soda—cracked his knuckles, grabbed three darts, and stepped in front of the board. He saw several very strong, very clear futures where his darts hit the lower point zones around the edge of the board or didn't hit it at all, and an extremely faint implausible future where his first dart gracefully sailed straight into the double bullseye. He focused his complete attention on that future, ignored all the possibilities around it, and...

Threw a dart into the 1 point area.

"No!" He chucked his second dart at the board, stepping over the faded duct tape throw line on the floor in the process. Nobody called him out for it because his second dart missed the board completely. "No!"

He chucked his third dart at the ground. "I want a do over! It wasn't supposed to go that direction! The air conditioning must be blowing them off course or something, this isn't fair—!" He flopped into his seat, hands covering his face. "Ugggh!" And then slid off his seat to lay on the floor. "Uuuuugh!"

Mabel turned to Candy and Grenda and whispered, "Maybe we should strike darts off the list of stuff to do with Goldie." They nodded.

"So what else can we do?" Candy asked. "The creepy pool guy is still staring at the pool table. I'm not sure he understands it's a different kind of pool."

Mabel gasped. "I've got an idea."

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In the dark backroom of a closed store, a door clicked open. "Okay, I got the lock," Mabel whispered, pocketing Dipper's president's key. "Everybody inside." Candy and Grenda tiptoed in after her, eyes wide and nervous; Bill came in last, walking backwards so he could keep an eye outside as long as possible, checking for any future signs of pursuit.

"Are you sure about this?" Candy whispered.

"Yeah!" Grenda said. "We do illegal things sometimes, but I think this is more illegal than usual."

"It's fiiine, don't worry about it," Bill said. "Nobody's coming."

"Even staying at the mall after closing was a victimless crime," Candy added. "I'm not sure this is."

Mabel said, "Trust me, this'll be great." She tiptoed into the front store and flipped on a light, revealing row after row of snoozing pets in cages. A couple of animals blinked sleepily at her. Mabel set her backpack down in the middle of the pet shop and started rummaging through it. "Okay, round up all the puppies with light fur. And anything else you can find. Kittens, hamsters, bunnies..."

Within a few minutes, they were seated on the floor in a circle with a small collection of wiggly, mostly white-furred animals. A kitten tried to climb onto Candy's shoulder. Bill had two bunnies in his arms and was rubbing one's head in utter fascination.

Mabel was in the back room filling several spray bottles in a sink. "This is gonna look so cool." She carried the bottles into the store, set them down in the middle of the group, and pulled out a pack of food coloring bottles. She dripped several drops of purple dye into one bottle, fastened on the sprayer, and held out a hand. "Okay! Now hand me a puppy!"

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"I'm just worried Bill will talk them into doing something criminal," Ford said as he paced. "His only supervision is a handful of kids. What if he's up to something?" He reversed direction and paced the other way. "But no, he's been remarkably well-behaved and helpful recently." He turned around again. "But what if that was all just a ruse to lower our guards?" Turn. "No, no—he's already had opportunities to stir up trouble when we weren't watching, and he hasn't taken them. " Turn. "But what if he's just been waiting for this specific opportunity—"

"Dude," Soos said. "I'm getting kinda dizzy watching you."

"Sorry." Ford stopped pacing and compensated by bouncing a foot. "I just wish they'd get back before anime night." They'd had to reschedule their last anime night due to dealing with a government investigation. Fiddleford had asked if Soos and Ford could come over a bit early, he wanted to talk to Ford before the show; and they'd put off leaving just about as long as they could.

"I'm not worried about them," Dipper said. He was watching TV sprawl out on the living room sofa—which was cushioned for the first time all summer, now that Bill was no longer sleeping on the floor. "I thought letting Bill outside would be stressful. But actually? It's a huge relief, knowing he's out of the house for a bit—"

The door banged open. "We're back!" Candy and Grenda were wielding sleeping bags and backpacks.

"Nevermind," Dipper sighed.

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(I don't think any of this chapter was influenced by TBOB. Bill seeing an autostereogram picture the first time was written before TBOB came out; in TBOB Bill says he thinks people who claim to see magic eye pictures are lying, and I think that's sour grapes. I wanted to make a comic of Bill seeing a magic eye picture for the first time and weeping at the beauty, but it turns out that autostereogram images that don't look crappy are hard to make. Crappy ones are easy though.

Anyway!! hope y'all enjoyed Bill's 😎✨first taste of freedom✨🌻, I've basically spent the ENTIRE fic waiting to get to the point where Bill can go outside and do stuff.

As well as waiting to make chapter 18 come back to bite him in the butt lmao.)

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