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[fickle-fixations]

Chaos, He Politely Knocked (So I Opened the Door)

Pairing: Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: The reader is in an established relationship with Marc and Steven, and meets Jake for the first time. Set post-canon.

Hi loves!! Oscar Isaac is ruining my life!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Quick note: I don't want to be a tease so before you read any further, know that this is not actual smut. Also the title is from a beautiful song called Fall: War by The Arcadian Wild you should check it out!! the song is about original sin but i am not calling being with Jake a sin heeheehee

Thank you so much to @shitrandom for beta reading!! 🖤 If you like Moana x Maui you should check out their fics!

Word Count: 1456 // Warnings: my poor writing skills, sexually suggestive, consent is slightly ambiguous/not super communicated but everything is consensual // second person POV, feminine pet names used for reader, written as afab reader but no pronouns or specific descriptions of the reader's body.

Suggested listening: Big Mike's - Dijon

Prequel - I'm a Fool to Hold You

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A soft touch on your arm. A shift in weight on the bed. As you faded into consciousness, you heard the blankets rustle. Your eyes fluttered open.

He was looking down at you, propped up, resting his head on his hand. You blinked a few times and he came into focus. He was so beautiful. They were so beautiful.

“Hi,” you whispered, smiling softly.

The time on the clock behind him showed 4:03, its dim red light was all that lit the room, besides the moonlight that slipped through the gaps in the curtains. 

It was normal for Marc and Steven to have trouble sleeping, but they didn’t usually wake you. You were glad they did this time, though. You wanted to be there for them in every way, in every high and low and twist and turn that life threw at them, and for you, that included staying up with them when the horrors in their head wouldn’t allow them to sleep.

You studied his face for a moment, trying to determine who was fronting. You liked to tell yourself that you could know if you were with Marc or Steven before they even spoke. You never told either of them that it was a skill you were attempting to acquire, partially because you didn’t want them to help you. It was like you were trying to prove to yourself that you loved them enough. That you were good enough for your two gorgeous, intelligent, loving boyfriends.

The way he was looking at you now was unfamiliar. He was stone faced, his jaw clenched, and there was a look in his eyes that seemed part conflicted, and part hungry.

“Hi.” He finally responded, matching your hushed tone. 

There was something different about his voice. 

He fixed his gaze on where his hand rested gently on your arm, running his thumb back and forth across your skin. It bothered you how you still couldn’t read his face.

“Are you doing okay, my love?” you asked, still trying to fight the sleepiness that clung to you.

He didn’t respond. He just shut his eyes so tightly that his eyebrows scrunched together, and shook his head ever so slightly. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took in a deep breath. 

You hadn’t even known them for two years, but you knew this wasn’t like them. They were never this indirect. Even when they were struggling, they would usually try to communicate something, so you wouldn’t worry.

“Hey,” you said, reaching out and smoothing your fingers over the creases in his forehead, “Whatever’s going on, you can tell me.”

You felt him lean into your touch, and the tension left his face. He muttered something under his breath. 

When he opened his eyes again, he was still avoiding looking at your face.

“You’re so good for them, querida,” he said, sounding almost pained.

He spoke quietly and his voice was still groggy from sleep. There was an accent to his voice you had never heard before. 

A chill ran up your spine as the realization washed over you suddenly: this wasn’t either of the two men that you knew.

You held your breath, and you tried to push back the questions that were already beginning to flood your mind. You wondered if it was wrong that you felt afraid. 

His fingers had never stopped affectionately brushing along your arm. His eyes finally met yours.

“I can see you, sometimes.” He said it with so much tenderness in his voice, for a split-second you thought that this had to be one of your lovers. A stranger wouldn’t talk to you like that. 

His hand stopped moving. Your arm was warm beneath his touch. A feeling was spreading across your skin from the contact. Not just warmth. Suspense, perhaps. 

He hummed and narrowed his eyes for a moment, like he was searching for the words. 

“Sometimes when Marc or Stephen are here, I’m here too.” He explained.

He looked at you, searching your expression for meaning.

You nodded.

“My name is Jake.”

“Hello Jake,” you replied, trying to mask the hesitation in your voice. 

The way he looked at you, and the way his voice vibrated through your chest had begun to push any fear out of your mind. You told yourself you had to remain on alert. But his eyes-

His gaze slowly swept over your body as he resumed drawing patterns on your skin. Without permission, your body was relaxing under his touch. 

He laid his head back on the pillow to be level with you. He was looking at you like you were the most precious thing on this planet. If he was dangerous, surely he wouldn’t look at you like that, right?

“I feel like I’ve gotten to know you, Y/N” He said, his hand traveling down your arm to loosely hold yours. 

“See, it’s my job to protect them,” he said, “but you- you take care of them in so many ways that I can’t. Thank you for that, querida.” 

He brought your hand up and kissed your knuckles. The warmth had now spread across your entire body, and bloomed from your chest. You had to fight the way that everything about Jake and everything he was making you feel made you want to cling to him - to cling to the body you knew and loved so well. 

“Do they know about you?” you asked.

“No,” he said flatly, “it’s safer that way.”

You realized your hand he had been holding was now toying with the hem of his shirt.

If Jake was Marc and Steven’s protector, and cared so much about them, you felt like you could trust him. That you didn’t have to be afraid. But still, you dared not ask why he was here. The question seemed to be implied.

“I’ve never thought of myself as a selfish man, querida. It- it would probably be safest if I just let you keep thinking I was one of them whenever I’m around.” 

The way his eyes bored into you like you were something to devour sent tingles down your spine.

“But I want to get to know you as myself.” He went on, and brushed a strand of hair away from your eyes. “And I want you to get to know me.”

You took in a shaky breath. You could feel the slick gathering between your legs.

“Would you like that, mi amor?”

He had you frozen. You could feel your heartbeat becoming faster, your breath shaky. All you could do was nod your head yes.

“What do you want to know?” you managed to say, voice hardly above a whisper.

His hand had never left your hair, and was fingering through it like you were already someone adored.

“I want to know what’s going through your head all those times we find you staring off into space.”

He leaned forward ever so slowly, then pressed a kiss to your forehead. You made no effort to push him away.

“I want to know everything that makes you happy, and spend every moment making you smile. Hearing you laugh.”

You closed your eyes as he pressed a kiss to one of your eyelids, then the other.

“I want to know how to read you - I want to know what you’re feeling from just a look.” 

He trailed light kisses down from your temple to your jaw, his warm breath ghosting across your skin as he spoke. Excitement and desire thrummed through your body, and the only thing you could think about now was closing any remaining distance between the two of you. 

His hand had moved from your hair to the small of your back. He didn’t pull you any closer to him but just the light pressure there was so coaxing, making you want to draw yourself farther in, to bring your whole body against his where you already knew you fit like puzzle pieces. 

“I want to know what makes you make the prettiest sounds.”

His lips brushed against the corner of your mouth as he spoke. He was impossibly close, but not close enough. Your heart was beating so fast, you thought it might burst out of your chest. Your fists clenched around the fabric of his shirt just to ground you to something.

“I want to know what makes you scream.”

Any remaining resolve you had came crashing down, and you collided your lips with his. He kissed you hungrily. Possessively. He kissed you with so much need. Your hands found their way to his hair and you gripped him closer, moaning against his mouth, your body relieved to finally be entwined with his, where it belonged.

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I'm sorry if it's a bit ass. I've only ever written steamy stuff maybe like 3 times, and it's been a long time since then too. Usually all that stays in the noggin but this one wanted to get out. I decided to publish it tho bc I have other ideas for a prequel of Jake's POV where he's really just a lonely boy who wants to be known and loved by the only person he's ever loved. Between then and this fic, he gets to a breaking point and decides to I guess seduce the reader to get her on board with even just the idea of knowing him. I'm not reducing him to just the sexy alter I promise. He is my favorite boy and I have all these sad Frank Sinatra songs I associate with him.

Also I do recognize this could be considered cheating but we're gonna ignore those implications for now maybe forever. hopefully Marc and Steven would understand that anyone who shares a body and headspace with them has to be equally irresistible

[sameschmidtdiffname]

What's One More?

Mike Schmidt x AFAB! Reader

Summery: The house is all to you and Mike, which is a strange feeling to Mike as he begins to realize how things are changing. But change isn't always a bad thing, is it?

Tags: Porn with plot barely, no use of Y/N, Reader has female pronouns, set after the events of the FNaF movie, pre-established relationship, breeding kink, dirty talk/talking through it, oral sex (fem recieving), face fucking, vaginal fingering, pet names, possessive sex/actions, marking, hair pulling, mentions of drinking, multiple rounds, aftercare, multiple orgasms, teasing, dumbification, overstimulation, this is possibly filthier than Princess imma be fr.

Notes: Yes I'm working on requests. Yes I'm working on part II for 'Easy Money.' Yes I'm working on 50 million different projects + writers block that's preventing me from posting as much as I'd like. But in the meantime, *rattles can* COME GET Y'ALLS DICK.

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The front door opened at the same time it does everyday, Mike slipping in quickly to evade the cold, bitter Febuary air that has turned his cheeks red while he called out his usual 'hello' to the house. His easy smile instantly appeared as soon as our eyes met, me standing at the stove giving the large pot of chilli its final stir just in time for his arrival home.

"Hey!" I said cheerfully, looking up from the boiling pot briefly before setting the lid back down, crossing the floor quickly to come collect his coat.

"Hey," he returned, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to my cheek as I undo his buttons, his hands coming to rest on my silk covered hips. "Never seen you in this before," he mumbled, pulling away slightly to get a better look.

"You like?" I ask, pushing the jacket off of his shoulders and folding it over my arms. "I've had this since freshman year. Found it in one of my boxes from the move." The robe is simple, thrifted but It'd been new when I'd gotten it. Emerald green and made from silk, if not silk like material- I'm no expert on fabrics, -reaching down to my ankles and showing off my curves, drawn tight around my waist to accent my figure. Simple floral patterns sewn into the collar decorate the robe, slightly darker than the rest of the fabric. His eyes wandered over my body, taking in the sight as he slowly removed his items from his pockets.

"You look nice," he said, almost sounding as if he was in a trance.

"Just nice?" I tease.

"The word 'motherly' comes to mind," he said. "Not- not in a weird way," he quickly added, blushing slightly. "Just- you cooking, dressed in that. Just kinda...." He's flustered, scratching at the back of his head as he tried to clarify what I already understand.

I smile at him, leaning closer. "Well, it's fitting," I teased.

It had been about a year since I moved in. Mike and I had met during a night out, our friends recognizing each other. Initially I thought the blonde he had been with- Vanessa, I would later learn, -had been a bit more than a friend. But after spending the night round a table, laughing and getting up one by one for drunken karaoke, Mike and I had made eye contact enough times to warrant my request for his number after I confirmed she wasn't.

"Seriously?" He asked when I'd passed him the notepad specifically meant for numbers that I kept in my purse.

"Yeah," I'd laughed, slightly- okay, maybe more than slightly -drunk. "You're hot."

I was three beers and one shot of straight tequila into the night when I'd asked, everyone beginning to debate who would call a taxi and who would ride with who. I felt rather confident.

His eyes narrowed, his cheeks red most likely from alcohol. Although he'd only had the one beer.

"Oh shit," I giggled stupidly. "Did I read things wrong? Because I thought-"

"No! You didn't," he quickly said, cutting me off. He scribbled his number down quickly, scratchy enough that I could barely read it, and he could sense that.

"You want me to write it again?" He asked sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

"Maybe," I giggled. "Or I can have my friend ask Vanessa if I get it wrong."

I got it wrong. Twice. But that was my fault since I called as soon as I'd gotten home, bleary eyed and claiming to just be checking to see if he got home alright, which wasn't a total lie. Then he asked if I wanted to get Chinese the next day. And how am I supposed to say no to an offer like that?

When he first brought up his sister I think he expected me to run for the hills. God, no. Not a man committed to caring for his baby sister. Please.

When I'd met the girl she was sly, simply saying "Oh, you're who he won't talk about." Mike seemed ready to throttle her, and I was ready to step in and help take care of her however much they needed me to. Who could say no to a kid like that?

Three years in and Mike had been nervous asking for me to move in. We'd both had the idea, but we both were terrified that the other would immediately shoot it down. But it was almost ridiculous to worry about such a thing. Mike had visited me all the time with Abby in tow, I visited Mike. Eventually we were at the point that I was at his house more often than I was at my own apartment. And with Abby getting older and beginning to have a life of her own, one that I could tell Mike was anxious about her having, it was about time a serious talk be had about the future of our relationship.

"You know, married couples have better taxes," I said casually one day while huddled around the kitchen table, papers strewn all over the place and some even on the floor while I punched numbers into a calculator. I think that nearly killed Mike, who shot out air through his nose hard enough all of his coffee covered his face and hair.

Then a week later he'd flipped through channels lazily, commenting on how awful the channels were before landing on the one of the marketers selling jewelry for prices that could make you shit.

"That's a nice ring," he commented. "Don't you think?"

I looked up from my book, narrowing my eyes to focus my vision. "Ooh, it is," I agreed.

"What kind of rings do you like? Like, what's your favorite?" He asked.

"Subtle," I deadpanned, smiling. "I'm coming with you to pick it out."

We picked up a new set of housekeys first.

"Get a room," Abby groaned, wandering in to flop onto the couch.

"Don't flop, you'll hit your head," Mike and I both scolded, smiles growing as we heard the other. Abby simply groaned louder, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, that's punishment enough," I muttered, giggling slightly. I moved to the coat closet, hanging up Mike's jacket. "How was work?" I asked him.

Mike shrugged, leaning against the wall. "It was good. Long. Shop gets cold this time of year," he said.

"Well, dinner will help. It's done, by the way. Timed it just right," I said with a wide smile. Mike returned it, stepping closer to wrap his arms around me once more and say a soft 'thank you' before pressing his lips to mine.

"Seriously, a room," Abby groaned.

"There's one right there with a table that needs set. Go on," I said to her, gesturing towards the adjacent room. She rolled her eyes once more, getting up off the couch and grumbling as she made her way to the cabinets.

"Wow," Mike chuckled. "She's got attitude."

"She's fourteen, we should be lucky she hasn't killed us in her sleep," I said into his ear, laughing.

"Don't you mean ours?"

"No."

The dinner is nice. A scene right out of a book, all of us gathered around the table eating the warm food as we discuss our days, Mike and I shooting each other glances here or there when we think Abby, who's in the middle of some long story neither of us are truly able to give our attention towards, won't notice. Eventually his hand found mine under the table, grasping it gently and squeezing as I hold his gaze, smiling in the same idiotic manner he always brings out of me.

"It's tonight. I know it's short notice but all of my friends are going and her parents will be there," Abby said quickly, inturrupting our mental conversation with her pleading eyes.

"Wait a minute, back up. What's happening?" Mike said, blinking and refocusing.

"The sleepover," Abby said emphatically. "I didn't find out about it until today and my friends invited me. Can I go?"

Mike opened his mouth to respond, his eyes worried and glancing over to me.

"Who is this?" He asked.

"Lisa."

"Lisa?"

"Lisa Browning," I reminded him.

"Oh. And this is at her house?" He asked.

"Yes," Abby moaned in frustration, clearly impatient for her answer.

Mike and I glanced at each other. His eyes are unsure, looking to me for my thoughts.

"She visits them all the time, I don't see why not," I said. I turn to Abby. "Is her mom picking you up?"

"She can," Abby said quickly.

Mike is still unconvinced, I can tell by his grasp on my hand.

"You have that phone we bought you for Christmas?" I asked her. She nodded. Since recieving the cheap, purple Motorola she hadn't let it out of her grasp. "If you go, will you call us when you get there, when you guys are going to sleep? Any location change you'll run by us first?" I asked. Abby nodded again, her eyes shifting to Mike once more, wide with teenage desperation.

It was hard for Mike watching her get older. It would scare any parent, but take a man who'd watched his brother be kidnapped and his parents wilt away leaving him to step up? There were days Mike would wake hyperventilating, terrified something would happen to her if he didn't do something. It took convincing, but over time I had convinced him to relax, told him she was smart. Once I'd told him all the trouble I'd survived, he finally learned to catch his breath before jumping into several questions about how I was still alive with a new panic.

With a squeeze of my hand, he nodded.

"Check in. If you don't, I'll call her mom."

"Unnecessary, I'll call," Abby said, leaping from her seat and already dialing a number.

"Wash your plate!" Mike tried to tell her, but she was already gone.

"I'll get her plate, let her go," I chuckled. Mike sighs beside me, wiping his face with his hand.

"You think she'll be okay?" He asked me.

"I think fourteen year olds spend their days watching scary movies and MTV, nothing she won't do here," I said, taking a spoonful of chilli into my mouth. After I swallow I add, "Besides, it gives us the chance for some alone time."

That solidified the decision in his mind.

Much to Abby's embarrassment, Mike reminded Mrs. Browning to have Abby call us to check in, and with her reassurement he finally relaxed, walking back into the house once they're out of sight.

As I finish drying the dishes, I feel his hands settle on my hips, warm and large as he sinks his head into the crook of my neck.

"Where did the time go?" He mused, moreso to himself than to me.

"Feeling old?" I teased.

"Yes."

"Hot."

"Shut up," he groaned, laughing into my neck.

"'Oh my God, get a room,'" I groan in a fake voice, my laughter joining in.

"Are we gross?" He asked, wrinkling his nose.

"A little," I concede. "I mean, imagine how you're gonna feel when she brings home a boyfriend."

At that his eyes widen and he groans. "I don't wanna deal with teenage boys," he moaned, pulling away to lean against the counter in front of me.

"Oh, they're coming. Just you wait. I was this age when I got my first boyfriend," I warned him.

"Teenage boys are idiots," he said.

"Teenage girls are terrifying," I add. At that he nods, eyebrows raised in agreement. "Oh, she could bring home a girl instead!"

"You know what, I'd prefer that. Less trouble actually," he decided.

"You'll survive," I tell him, shaking my head as I set the dish inside the cabinet with a small clatter. He sighed, smiling to himself in thought.

"I remember when she was a baby. So tiny," he said softly. "You should've seen her. So cute. Smelled good, too."

"You've been smiling at babies a lot, you know," I teased, shutting the cabinet and putting away the dishcloth. "Something on your mind?"

Mike blushed, waving his hand. "Nah." He paused. "...kinda," he admitted. I chuckled. Every time we'd passed a couple our age walking through the store with a baby in tow, Mike was instantly softened. His usual automatic glare giving way to a little smile as he'd wave at the tiny human, maybe even making a face to make them laugh. It'd been entertaining when ones mother once caught him with his cheeks puffed out and eyes crossed, the baby letting out a huge shriek of laughter at the sight. He hid in the soup aisle for awhile after that while I tried not to cry from laughter.

"We still have plenty of Abby's old baby stuff in the garage, you know," I said. It wasn't a new conversation, we had both agreed it was something we wanted when the time came. "Spare room, stable jobs, great sex."

Mike's wide eyes watched me as I slowly trailed closer. "Good genetics," he mumbled.

"I don't see any reason we couldn't put any use to those things," I mused, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and leaning into him.

"I can't tell if you're serious," he said, his eyes narrowing.

"Even Abby would like it. Said we're taking forever as is," I said cooly. He laughed at that.

"No she didn't," he said.

"She did!"

"Abby, the one who can't even see us in the same room without threatening suicide?"

"Listen, babies are different," I laughed, shrugging. He eyed me carefully, looking me up and down before saying anything.

"You'd like that?" He asked finally, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"I'm living in your house, wearing a ring and making dinner for you and your little sister that I've been helping you raise for four years. What is one more commitment?" I asked.

"It's a human being," he pointed out.

"Oh, fuck that then. None of those shits are gonna live in my house," I deadpanned. He laughed, leaning in to catch my lips in a kiss.

"Be our human being," he said softly.

"That means it'll be funny," I said just as soft.

"It could have your eyes."

"Could have your nose."

"Yours is better."

"You're right."

He smacks my ass gently, chuckling as his eyes darken pleasantly. "Should we give it a try?" He asked, his voice low and rough in my ear.

"I'd say it's about time you asked."

Mike hiked me onto his shoulder, carrying me through the house and pushing open the door to our room as I giggled wildly, feeling the bed underneath of me as he flung me down, fingers searching for the ties of my robe.

"You're sure about this?" He asked, eyes watching me carefully. "This isn't just some sex thing?"

I laughed, feeling him struggle with the knot.

"Not a sex thing," I clarify. "Although admittedly hot. Do you need help?"

"The fuck did you do to this thing?" He asked, laughing but brows furrowed in frustration. I reached to pull on the string and give it one simple tug, making it come undone to reveal my simple underwear underneath.

"I like coming home to this," he said, his voice deep and husky. "You look so comfortable here. So perfect. House is so much brighter with you in it. Just so perfect."

His lips wander on my chest, first working on the valley between my breasts, his teeth nipping at the band of my bra. He tugged it upwards, snapping it against my skin harshly. A soft moan escapes me, and I allow my legs to fall open to offer him better access. He takes the opportunity, settling his body perfectly against mine as his lips begin to trail upwards to my throat.

"I love waking up next to you in the morning. I sleep so much easier with you here, feeling your breath against me as soon as I wake up. You've got creative methods to keep me up too when I don't want to be," he teased. His hands find my hips, squeezing them as he thrust our clothed hips together, making us both groan. "Are you already wet?" He asked me, nipping at my throat.

"Gotta have something to think about while I cook," I teased. He chuckled. His lips find purchase and begin sucking on my skin, creating a dark mark on the front of my throat that will only be properly covered by a sweater. I moaned slightly louder, rocking my hips slowly against his. His lips moved slightly higher, creating another, then repeating until a dotted line of dark hickies lay upon my throat, marking me all the way to just under my chin. As he sucked on the edge of my jawline, I let out a high pitched whine, digging my hands into my own hair as I tried to not rush through this.

"You sound so pretty like this," Mike said against my skin, his breath warm. "Only thing prettier is how you look." His warm hand cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking my cheekbone softly.

"Talk to me," he said softly, staying still aside from the gentle stroke of his thumb. His eyes are soft, black in the dim lighting from his blown out pupils. He looks so sweet, so ready to please. If I said the word he'd do anything so long as it made me happy.

I cup his face with my hands, pulling him towards me to capture his lips in a soft kiss. His lips are warm against mine, wet from his own spit from creating the dark marks against me. He moaned softly, his tongue swiping at my lower lip to ask permission for access. I grant it, parting my lips slightly and gasping as his tongue quickly slides in, deep in my mouth and dominating the kiss as his grasp on me tightened. It felt as though he was desperate, like a dying man trying to experience his last contact with another human being ever in his life. I tried to return the kiss with as much frenzy, but his hands on either side of my face, his grasp firm yet careful, his hips pinning me to the mattress made my mind begin to slip into a world of pleasure, not able to focus on anything except how good it felt to not be in control.

I could feel his breathing through his nose, still kissing me and exploring my mouth. It lasted a minute, two, three. When he finally pulled away, several gossamer threads of spit still connected us, disappearing into thin air as he looked down at me, his hand carefully stroking my forehead.

"I'm going to ask one more time," he said carefully. "This is your last chance. After this I'm not checking," he stressed. His breath is hot and heavy against me, and my hips roll against his in an attempt for friction. "Are you one hundred percent positive?" He asked, his eyes wide and eager as he placed carefully kisses along my cheeks. I nod quickly, desperate for more. Mike shook his head, pulling away slightly.

"Say it," he said. "Be clear."

I blushed, suddenly feeling shy for no real reason. "I'm completely sure," I said gently. "I want this."

"This as in sex or a kid?" He asked.

"Both," I answered.

"You're completely sure? Because if you want to back out that's completely-"

"Michael, I swear to fucking God if you don't hurry up and fuck me I'm gonna get you pregnant, see how you like-"

Mike scrambled off the bed, grabbing my ankles and pulling me roughly to the edge. I let out an involuntary yelp, giggling as he spread my legs wide and high, his lips and teeth pressing against my left ankle before quickly trailing downwards, biting and sucking quickly as he moaned wantingly.

"Eager?" I asked him lightly. He shoots me a look, biting down particularly hard on a spot almost under my knee before beginning his work on the inside of my thigh. His hand trailed up and down my right thigh, grazing his nails against my skin to make me shiver while he focused his mouth on the other.

"You taste delicious," he moaned, teeth sinking into my thigh as his nails dug in harshly, raking down until his hand came near my hips before raking back up to my knee. "Whatever soap you're using, keep using it."

I blush, moaning gently. My hips rolled towards his head, making him chuckle.

"Be patient," he chided.

"I am patient," I said defensively.

"Since when?" He asked, biting down on a new spot. I moan again, squirming against him as I felt a surge of warmth shoot from my head straight to my cunt. "Anytime I so much as look at you, you beg me to fuck you."

"That's not true," I said. His hand slaps my thigh, grabbing it roughly as he bit down once more, lower.

"Made me fuck you on the table last night just because you couldn't focus on your book," he tisked. "Now you're making me fuck you because you want a baby."

"You want one too," I reminded him.

"I want anything with you," he moaned against my skin. "Especially anything that makes you mine."

My hands stretch above my head, my fingers woven together. Mike's eyes caught on something, staring at my hand as his mouth drew closer to where I wanted it.

"Your ring looks so pretty," he moaned. "Love seeing you wear it. So glad I bought it. Love seeing people notice it on you."

"Yeah?" I asked. I tried to squeeze his head with my thighs, but his hands keep me open, even spreading my legs wider after my attempt.

"Remember that kid at the bar?" He asked, chuckling. The 'kid' in question had been in college, clearly drunk as he leaned against the bar next to me while I'd waited for Mike, who'd watched the interaction curiously from the window outside, asking if it hurt when I fell from heaven. A simple flash of my ring and the response of having someone catch me before I hit the ground sent him stumbling away to disappear once more into the crowd. "Poor fucker looked so disappointed," Mike said, sucking a dark spot into my thigh, making me squirm and throw my head back in pleasure.

"You like being possessive," I teased him. His hand smacked my thigh once more.

"I'm not the one who came and shoved her tongue down my throat when the bartender got a little too flirty for her taste," he said. His eyes sparkled, fingers massaging the spot tinged red from the abrasion.

"I did not shove my tongue down your throat," I said defensively.

"You pulled my hair like I was a bitch," he laughed. His hot air blew against my clothed cunt, making me gasp from stimulation. He picked up on this, blowing cold air against me before saying "She was just trying to get tipped."

"I know," I moaned. "I'd had a couple."

Mike licked at my covered pussy, flattening his tongue wide against me as he licked a long, hot stripe from bottom to top, sucking at my clit through the wet cotton once he reached it. I moaned into the pillow beside me, muffling my cries. His hand reached up and snatched it from me, throwing it off the bed as he repeatedly licked, gaining speed as his dark eyes watched me.

"Okay, maybe we're both possessive," I conceded, bucking my hips against his face. He hummed happily, his large hands cupping my asscheeks and lifting my hips higher off the bed as he squeezed the cool flesh.

"I like it," he said. "Like that I won't even have to do anything to show you're mine now after this."

I feel my stomach flutter at his words, a blush dusting my cheeks.

"It may take a couple tries," I tell him.

"We've got all night," he said breathily.

"Until Abby calls," I reminded him. He groaned at that. "She's not gonna call, we both know that," I laughed.

"Not my problem right now," he said. His fingers hooked around the band of my underwear, pulling them away from me harshly. "You are."

"A problem?" I said in mock offense. "Well, I guess if that's what I am, I'll take my goods elsewhere." I huffed haughtily, twisting away from him and turning onto my stomach. The motion helped Mike bring my underwear to my ankles as I began to crawl away. He tugged them off fully, then grabbed my ankles once more to return me to the edge of the bed. I yelped once more, grabbing at the sheets and dragging them down with me. Mike spread me open once more and immediately shoved his tongue as deep inside of me as he could, holding my hips up and legs open as he tongue fucked me in earnest. I cried out, grinding my hips against his face. I clutched a pillow to my face, crying and even screaming into it when his lips wrapped around my clit, sucking harshly at just the right spot to make me cum with barely a warning. Mike had been pleased as punch when he figured out just the right angle the very first time. It was his favorite, throwing me into orgasm without any preparation to strike me dumb and overstimulated. There were times he'd focus on my clit for what felt like hours, tugging and licking to figure out what made me cum the fastest, the hardest, sometimes even managing to make me paint his face, and once his hair. He grinned so wide I almost thought his face would split open when he accomplished that.

He pulled away from my cunt for just a moment, his voice deep and commanding. "Let me hear you," he said. He buried himself in my cunt once more. I could feel his jaw moving, his bottom lip moving against my clit as his tongue slipped in and out, creating lewd, nasty noises that filled the air. I moaned into my pillow, hardly able to think. His hand smacked my ass hard before he pulled away once more. "Don't make me ask again, woman."

I raised my head to say something, but the words escaped me as I felt his tongue dive in once more, curling to scoop my slick into his mouth. He moaned at the taste, his hand roughly grabbing at my ass. All that spilled from my mouth were long, broken moans as I fucked his face, gutturally pleading for more. He flipped me onto my back roughly before spreading the lips of my soaked pussy apart, attaching his lips quickly and sucking at that perfect spot. I screamed, shrill and high as though I'd been stabbed while he giggled in excitement against me. The vibrations of his voice against my clit sent me higher, my head digging against the sheets as my back arched high away from the bed. My hands slapped against the bed, my legs trembling as I rode his face. Lost to the world, Mike is the only thing that grounds me, his fingers gently tracing patterns against the insides of my thighs while he watched me come undone with nothing but love and pride in his eyes.

He didn't relent, releasing my clit to lap up my glistening cum eagerly before returning to the bundle of nerves, flicking his tongue against it before sucking it once more, bringing me back to the same edge as I begged for mercy.

"Gonna scream, gonna scream, gonna-" my harsh whispers turned into a scream once more as I cum again, my hands finding his dark curls to force him to stay against me, my hips grinding harshly to fuck my clit into his mouth properly. His eyes relaxed, looking completely lovesick as I muttered rapid praises to him, tugging on his hair hard enough to make his eyes water. He moaned seemingly with no control against me, face red as he obeyed with no complaint.

"So good," I tell him. "Taking me so well. Letting me fuck your face like I own you. Fuck my face."

I felt his fingers find my entrance, slipping two inside of me with no hesitation as cum dribbled out of me. I clenched around his digits, my voice breaking as he massaged my top wall, searching inside of me to help me find a new peak. He moaned against my clit, eyes wide and begging for more as he watched me carefully. When his fingers brushed against that perfect spot, the one that makes me fall silent, he knows he's struck gold. His fingers begin slamming into my g-spot, curling and fucking me until I screamed out one more time, my body going limp as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. It's like I speak in tongues, the only language I'll probably ever be able to speak again after what he's done to me. I shake terribly as he sucks a few more smaller orgasms out of me, milking me for all I'm worth before pulling away, standing tall and chuckling as he slipped his middle and ring finger into his mouth, cleaning them with his tongue. His face and chest are covered with me, the shine of his gold ring dulled from the dried cum. He pulled his soaked shirt off of himself, flinging it into a corner before walking around to the side of the bed, gently sitting down next to my head to stroke my forehead.

"You okay?" He asked gently, smiling proudly. I moan in response.

"Need some water?" He asked, leaning closer to press a kiss to my cheek. I can smell myself on him, thick and heady. I moan again, trying to nod but unable to. "Maybe a snack?"

At that I grab at him, pulling him closer to press his lips against mine. He allowed it, humming happily against me as he gives me a gentle kiss, loving and careful as though I could break easily. I probably could.

I whined when he pulled away, but I'm instantly sated as he scooped me into his arms, pulling me against his chest to rest us properly against the headboard of our bed. He leaned over to open a drawer on his nightstand, pulling out one of the water bottles we kept in there. Carefully he moved me into a better sitting position, then opened the bottle and held it against my lips.

"Drink," he said softly. I accept it, gulping the cold liquid as my senses begin to return to me one by one. "Good girl."

Once I finished he placed it on top of the nightstand, then held me to his chest once more to lay against the bed.

"Good warm-up?" He asked me.

"Not entirely sure that didn't do the trick right there," I said. My voice is rough, threatening to break with each word. Mike laughed loudly, his chest rumbling against my ear.

"That good?" He asked, smiling widely.

"I'm ruined for anyone else," I told him. His fingers grazed my jaw, tilting my face to meet his eyes.

"Good."

His lips are gentle as they guide me back into a kiss. It's me who deepens it, grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck, silently pleading for him to continue. He takes the hint, one hand holding the back of my neck to keep my mouth close, the other trailing down my chest, fingers making quick work of the clasp on the front of my bra. He pushes the item away, cupping my right breast gently as his thumb gently strokes across my nipple, making it harden underneath his calloused touch, making me gasp.

"So sensitive," he remarked, smirking. "Could do anything to these and you'd be my willing bitch. Such a pretty girl."

I moaned eagerly into his mouth, tugging at his hair and pressing my chest against his touch. He adjusts my body, guiding me to straddle his lap properly as he guided the robe off of my shoulders, letting the material fall to my elbows. He pulled away from the kiss, admiring the hickies adorning the column of my throat.

"So pretty," he mused. His finger trailed from under my chin to the valley of my breasts, then back up again. "Do you know how pretty you are?"

"You tell me every day," I laughed softly, blushing. He hummed, his arms moving to support my upper body as he leaned me back.

"Doesn't mean you know," he said. He sucked new dark spots onto my chest, continuing his trail until it ends at the bottom of my ribcage. "Dressed so pretty for me, wearing nothing under your pretty robe. Keeping yourself easily accessible like the pretty girl you are."

It was easily his favorite nickname for me, calling me 'pretty girl' more often than my own name. Sometimes I think he only calls me by my name just to remind me he does know it, although I won't lie that I'm disappointed when he does it. The first time he called me by his favorite name was the first time we had sex. He was balls deep and panting, desperate for air as he pumped in and out of me. I think it had slipped out by mistake, based on the way his eyes widened after he said it. He was so shy in the beginning, his inexperience obvious but not damning. It was cute.

His lips trailed from the bottom of my ribcage until he found the bottom of my left breast, accenting it with little marks wherever his mouth landed.

"You want my cock?" He asked me, breath fanning over my breast. I nodded eagerly. "Use your words," he reminded me.

"Yes please," I said quietly. He laughed against my skin, nipping close to my nipple.

"Aw, she has manners," he said sweetly. I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Don't be a brat." He chided at my response. I smiled at him.

"Or what?" I asked innocently.

"Or I'll find something else to do," he said.

"Like?" I pressed.

"Like fuck myself until there's nothing left for you to take," he said smugly.

"You're no fun."

"I'm very fun, that's why you're going to behave."

"It's more fun if I don't."

At that he latches onto my hard nipple, biting and lavving his tongue over it while moaning greedily, watching me through his dark lashes as I leaned back, pressing my chest against him as much as I could, rocking my hips against his as I lost all other thought.

"There she is," he said, his voice low and gravely. "There's my girl."

He layed me down gently, spreading my legs wide open for him. He undid his jeans, taking out his cock and stroking it while he admired me from above.

"Tempted to just watch you," he said, his hand slowly trailing up and down his throbbing length. "You look so perfect, all red and dazed."

I whined, reaching for him and wrapping my own hand around his cock, stroking him at a slightly faster pace.

"There you go," he crooned. "Get it ready."

I pumped with more vigor, watching his face as I felt him twitch under my grasp. Deciding he was satisfied he gently grabbed my wrist and pinned it above my head, then guided himself to my entrance.

"How do you want me, sweet girl?" He asked softly, smiling above me.

"I don't wanna remember my own name," I said quickly. "If I can walk across this room by the end of it, you need to try again."

He raised his eyebrows, smiling down at me. "Eager?" He teased.

My response is a sudden moan, my cunt clenching around his thick cock as he sinks into me, burying himself to the hilt and making me feel as though he'll split me in two.

"You're tight," he groaned in my ear. "You want it fast?"

"Yes."

He grabbed the back of my knees, pressing them to my shoulders as he pistoned in and out of me rapidly, moaning at the feeling of my cunt swallowing him eagerly, clenching at every vein, every inch, slick and desperate for his seed.

"It'll take better like this," he moaned. His jaw is slack, panting as his balls slap against my ass, heavy and making me clench with each thrust. "Been thinking about this so long.'

I tried to respond, but all that escapes me are the tongues from earlier, moaning gibberish as all I can focus on is him fucking me into stupidity.

"You'd look so pretty with a baby on your hip. My baby," he groaned. His tip finds my g-spot, making me cry out loudly.

"Right there," I chanted quickly, eyes rolling to the back of my head.

"Yeah? That the spot?" He asked. "Can you hold this knee for me, baby?"

My body automatically obeyed, quickly holding one of my knees right against my body as he moved his hand to settle on my lower stomach, pressing down as he fucked me hard enough to make a small bulge whenever he slammed his dick fully into me.

"So cute," he praised. "Such a pretty fuckin' pussy. You know that?" I moan, my vision and thought completely fucked.

"I keep telling you to use." Thrust. "Your." Thrust. "Words." His third pointed thrust tears a scream from my throat, making him smile. "Does this sound like a suggestion? Because I promise you that it's not."

"I have a pretty pussy," I moaned without second thought. My voice is soft and frail as I chant the phrase over and over, not stopping even as he cooed sweet praises in my ear.

"Gonna look so pretty with my baby," he said. The smacking of our skin is loud, echoing through the room with each new thrust. "Maybe I'll give you another." His balls stick to my skin, tacky from my cum that drips out of me onto the newly washed sheets. "Just keep giving you my kids until I can't anymore. God, I hope this fucking takes."

I'm still chanting the phrase, stupid and willing to do anything so long as it means I will be rewarded with his cock. He smiled down at me, his eyes fluttering shut as my pussy swallows him whole again and again.

"Need you to cum baby," he said, his voice strained. "It'll take better if you do."

"I'm close, Mikey," I whined. It was a nickname I only used in times like these, too stupid to say his name properly.

His hand shifts lower on my belly, thumb snaking down to rub tight circles onto my hard, pulsing clit.

"Gonna make you mine. Gonna make you a mother." He is completely lost to the world, eyes shut in bliss as his thrusts grow deep and shallow, making me begin to grow quiet as I focus on my orgasm. "Jesus Christ, I love you."

A loud cry escapes me as my muscles contract around him one final time, hard enough I can tell it almost pushes him out of me completely. At the feeling of such a strong grasp Mike comes undone too, painting the inside of my cunt a pretty, pearlescent white as he unloads right next to my cervix, burying himself as deep as he can before resuming his pace with newfound vigor, moaning with every new thrust.

"Again," he moaned. His chest presses against mine, our bodies intertwined into such a tight mating press it's hard to tell where I end and he begins. "Wanna make sure it takes. Wanna make sure it takes."

I can't help but laugh in pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of my head as I nodded happily, taking as much as he was willing to give me.

"I'm not gonna last long," I said, the overstimulation already turning my face red as I felt the knot in my stomach begin to tighten once more.

"Good," he growled. "I'm not gonna stop until I fucking break you."

His words send me over the edge again, my voice louder this time as I begged him to break me, to fill me, to-

Much to our immediate frustration, it turns out Abby did remember to call, making Mike yell into the bed in frustration before he slipped out of me to race to the living room, making quick work of the conversation before almost slamming the phone down in excitement, rushing down the hall once more to return to the immediate task at hand.

"Where was I?" He asked me, mischief sparkling in his eyes as he quickly climbed back on top of me.

"You were telling me you want like six kids right before damning the one we're already raising," I teased, smiling.

"Well, maybe not six," he admitted. He glanced down to my aching cunt, admiring the sight of our mixed cum leaking out before sliding his dick back inside to plug the hole. "But what's one more?"

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HIGHSCHOOL SIMON! X READER

Saw this edit and needed to make a canon of this, what if Simon had a GF before he went into the military (and still has)

Simon was invited to a party on Saturday, and to be real, he didn’t really want to go he was considered as one of the weirder but hotter kids, lots of scars, and didn’t like to be seen. Yet he had a lot of ‘friends’, It was a bunch of people who he was friendly with, but wouldn’t exactly call them friends.

The party went on, for the most part it was pretty boring. He stood in the corner, observing. That’s when you showed up. You really popular, they invited you because they all wanted to be seen with you, you had that queen B energy.

He watched you walk into the house, as he had a beer in his one hand, and his phone in the other. He kept his gaze on you, before he noticed people already surrounding you. He stayed where he was in the corner, taking sips from his beer as he watched from the sidelines while leaning on the wall, watching with his intense brown eyes.

He observed as everyone talked with you, like you were their queen. He snorted, they all acted so tough but he knew they all thought you were attractive. Even Simon, but unlike them, he didn’t have any interest in being with you and acting like he was above everyone. He was more on the quiet side who took action through violence if needed, he was intimidating, but not the kind to take advantage of people.

He watched you talk and laugh with everyone, he didn’t know what it was about you but something about your attitude intrigued him, you were beautiful, but there was just something he couldn’t place. So he decided to go for it. As he walked over to you, still holding the beer in his hand. Standing over you. “Hey.” his voice was a low gravely tone, but he also had a bit of a British accent. He spoke to you specifically, he didn’t care much for the friends you had at the moment. They already annoyed him.

Before you could say anything, one of your friends, Mike, scoffed as he smirked at Simon. “What do you think you’re doing here, Riley? You look greasy as always.” Mike taunted, his friends behind him laughing a little as Simon rolled his eyes, still staring at you.

I looked at Mike with an expression that said shut up “oh you’re Simon right? We’re in the same sports class if I remember correctly..”

He nodded his head, glancing back at Mike and his friends, and giving a quick look that said ‘screw you’. Before he looked back at you again.”Yeah, we are.” he said simply as he gave a slight shrug of his shoulders before taking a sip of his beer.

I smiled kindly to Simon “well I must say when those military guys showed up at sports you were amazing! Sadly I got 5th place in their small introduction.”

If you were paying attention you could see a small smile on his face, of course you had to notice it, the man was cold stone to everyone else. “That isn’t unfortunate, fifth place is good, only four others were ahead of you. Besides, fifth place, you were the top four of everyone else in the class, that’s pretty good. I should know, I got first place after all.” He said, taking another sip of his beer.

“How about you come sit down?” He spoke as he nodded over to the couch. “We can have a few beers, and talk. If you want.” He added on as he gave you a small shrug of his shoulders. Of course he thought you were probably the hottest person at school, but he was not someone who would make a move very easily, too shy and collected, so he would wait for you to make a move first, that’s just how he was.

“I would love to my feet hurt in these heels!” I said

He took a seat on the couch, a little nervous, but he felt this was the only way he’d be able to talk with you without your friends around and making it weird. Besides, the way he was sitting, you could clearly see the muscles on his broad chest under the hoodie he gestured you to sit down

He was a little nervous, sure he was sitting down and being cool on the outside but he was a bit of a mess on the inside. He didn’t know what to say next, he knew you were very popular and people probably tried to impress you as much as they could, how was he supposed to impress you? He took a sharp intake of breath, looking down at the beer in his one hand before looking back at you. “You want to try some beer?” He offered it over to you.

I looked uncomfortable at the beer “well uh… I’m more of a cocktail person but sure?”

He blinked his eyes, as it took a moment for his brain to process what you said. In reality he felt like an idiot, he had been so focused on you to realize that you didn’t even like his favorite drink. “Oh, yeah, there are some cocktails in the kitchen, I think.” He chuckled a bit as he took a sip of his beer, still holding the beer out for you to take some sips of.

I shook my head “no! No!” I laughed she really knew how to impress me somehow, the mystery guy has some moves “I need to learn how to drink pints because college is not cocktails but beer pingpong I heard”

Simon was surprised by the fact that he somehow charmed you. He was not expecting to do that at all, but he did, so he kept going, taking another sip of his beer as he grinned a bit in his normal stoic and almost intimidating way. “Well, it would be my pleasure to give you a lesson on beer pong, or any sort of drinking games. I’m not going to college, but I know a few good ones.” He said with a small smirk, leaning back on the couch.

As he leaned back on the couch, he accidentally brushed your arm with his. You could notice how big his biceps were from that small brush alone, this man was packing, as the saying goes.”Are you going on to college?” He asked curiously as he took another sip of his beer, his brown eyes almost drilling into yours as he watched you. His body was tense, but he was still trying his utmost best to be composed. He did not want to mess this up.

I was thinking, no one ever asked me this question “well uh.. I guess I want to go to Umiami or somewhere, but my deep desire is to travel the world.”

His eyes widened a tiny bit, he was clearly surprised to hear that you wanted to travel the world. He took another sip of beer as he nodded his head slowly. “Well, that is quite ambitious. I like that.” He said as he took a moment to think it over in his head. “I’m not so sure I’d want to go to college. It’s not my thing. Traveling the world seems like a much better option though.” He said in his low, gravelly voice as he watched you closely.

As he watched closely, he knew you were definitely popular for a reason. You were the total package, beautiful, good grades, personality, and you were pretty nice to hangout with. Sure he only just met you and this was your first conversation, but he was not exactly the kind of guy who had many friends, so having someone who wasn’t scared of him made him feel different, feel good. He licked his lips. This would have been a good moment, if Mike hadn’t interjected again.

Mike had a big, annoying smirk planted on his face as he watched you in Simon’s peripheral vision. “Having trouble there, Riley?” He mocked in Simon’s direction as Simon scoffed, rolling his eyes. He’d love to punch that stupid face right now, but he couldn’t as you were here, and he was trying to keep up his gentleman look for you, to impress you. “Piss off, Mike.” He stated in pure irritation.

Mike rolled his eyes as he looked towards you now, looking at you with the same dumb smirk. “Hey, how about you ditch this greaseball for the rest of the party? You’d have a much better time with me. I’m the Quarterback after all, I know how to have real fun. Besides, it’s always nice to have the top score girl with me.” Mike bragged as he gave you a wink, trying to impress you with his ‘charm’.

I cringed at Mike, he was mean and had a huge ego. “Mike not now.” I firmly said

Mike’s attitude changed instantly once you spoke up to him, he gave a slight scoff at first before he nodded his head and smirked again. “Alright, alright, we’ll just catch up later, yeah?” He said as he turned, heading back over to his friends. He was trying to put up his cool act, but in reality he was quite annoyed that Simon was able to get you before he did, he had hoped you’d be distracted by the party.

Once he was away, Simon let out a growl. He was really annoyed with Mike, that man was a pain to deal with. He wasn’t sure why he even showed up to the party itself, it was just his luck that the first time he tried to impress someone, Mike would annoy him. “Sorry about him. That man’s an ass, and an idiot.” He scoffed as he took another sip from the drink.

I rolled my eyes “trust me I know, I try to keep it nice because he’s my friend but I understand your feelings.”

Simon nodded his head, he understood keeping it nice because he’s your friend, he wasn’t exactly a friend of Mike’s. “You’re a better person than me because of that, I have no idea how you can put up with that guy. He’s such a pain in the ass, and I’ve only really talked with him a handful of times. I can’t imagine having to deal with him for such a long time.” He scoffed as he looked down at his beer in his hands again.

“How exactly did your friendship with him start, anyway?” He asked as he looked back over to you, his curious nature getting the better of him. He couldn’t understand how anyone could even get along with such an unpleasant person, he just couldn’t understand it, and he wanted to know the answer. How could they end up becoming friends? That was an unlikely friendship if he ever saw one.

I grabbed his beer out of the hand and started drinking, I tried not to give a sour face because this beer tasted awful “same friend group, kind of a hierarchy shit you see in movies I guess..”

Seeing you drink from his beer took him by surprise. He hadn’t expected that, but if he was being honest, the fact that your lips had been on what his lips touched moments before was kind of hot in his mind, he tried shaking the idea from his head. “Oh, I guess that makes a little sense.” He said with a small shrug of his shoulders as he watched you drink again.

I don’t know if it was the beer or just me and I looked at him head to toe “the scars, the hoodie.. why?”

His eyes widen slightly as he looks at you, surprised by your question. He didn’t expect you to ask, most people didn’t. He gave a heavy sigh as he looked down for a moment as if thinking of what to say. “I don’t really like people seeing my scars. They’re not exactly pleasant on the eyes.” He said in a low, gravelly voice as he looked down, his shoulders slumped down as he looked away from you completely.

Seeing him look down made you realize he didn’t exactly like the scars, he was ashamed of them. This made you sympathize for him as you reached out to run your fingers over his left muscular arm. Scars covered it, and he flinched a bit at the feeling, but he didn’t pull his arm away, he simply watched your hand touch his arm.

“It’s not something to be ashamed of, it means you survived something and it has a meaningful story. Keep that in your head from now on.” I said trying to lighten the mood

The feeling of your fingers tracing along his scars made him shiver a bit, but this time it wasn’t from being uncomfortable. He felt good. He let out a small huff of a chuckle. “Well, I guess you aren’t wrong there. I’ll try to remember that next time someone comments on them.” He said with a very small smile creeping onto his face as he looked down at the hand tracing on his scars.

He slowly felt himself relax as he watched your hand slowly trace along his scars. It felt as though your touch was healing in a way, his muscles relaxed and felt less tense. “You sure do know how to make things seem lighter than they are.” He said with a small chuckle as he slowly looked back up at you, meeting your eyes with his brown ones. He couldn’t help it, he was entranced by your eyes, they were hypnotizing.

I smiled and looked in my bag and saw the 2 pre-rolls Mike’s friend gave me earlier in the night I took them out of my bag and lit one up “seems we need to lighten it more. Here have some.”

Simon’s eyes widened, and he looked at the joint you were holding out for him to take. He looked surprised at first, but then he slowly took it, bringing it up to his lips, and taking a long puff and letting out the smoke after a couple seconds, his brown eyes closing as the smoke left his mouth. He took a moment to let that stuff into his lungs before he opened his eyes back up, and looked at you. “I didn’t know you did that kind of thing. Interesting.” He said as he took another puff, a small grin forming on his face.

I chuckled, I loved how he knew nothing at all it felt amazing to just be me “I’m a woman full of surprises”

He chuckled a small laugh as he leaned a bit closer to you as he took another puff, inhaling the smoke before exhaling it out again, he was getting more relaxed around you now thanks to the drugs. “Now that I like.” He said with a small smile, his dark brown eyes looking over you with intense interest and desire, the drugs had just enhanced his feelings for you, and he was feeling them now.

He took another puff as he felt his brain beginning to get clouded, he didn’t care at the moment, all that mattered was being near you and talking with you for now, not whatever else was going on. He was feeling a bit high now, his eyes a bit glazed over and heavy. He looked over you again with a lustful look in his eyes.

His heart was beating faster, the drugs were making him feel a rush, and combined with how beautiful you were making it stronger. He was trying to keep his cool, but his feelings were overriding his cool attitude. “Damn… you’re so gorgeous…” he said in a gravelly voice, the words almost slipping out of his mouth by accident as he exhaled the smoke from the joint. It was a bit of a mistake on his part, but it was what he really felt.

He leaned in closer to you, his head spinning from the drugs and the alcohol combined. However it just felt good. Everything was perfect right now. He leaned in closer to you, still looking at you in your eyes, he didn’t care if you pushed up away, his whole focus right now was just on you. “You’re the only thing around right now that matters..” he said with heavy breath, his intense brown eyes staring deep into yours.

With all caution thrown to the wind, he leaned in to press you into a deep, intense kiss. The drugs and alcohol had affected his brain to the point where he threw any sort of logic away and just followed his emotions fully. He wanted to kiss you so badly, he wanted to hold you and never let go, he never felt this before.

The kiss was intense, his lips on yours, his tongue slipping out and sliding along yours, as he put his arm around your waist and used his other free hand to hold your face. He held the kiss on your lips, he never wanted to stop as his heart pounded in his chest.

I stopped mid kiss “let’s get out of here and go to my car, shall we?” I smiled also being heavily clouded by the pre rolls

His head was still spinning, but he was brought back to reality as you pulled away from the kiss, but his mind was still not fully there. He slowly nodded his head as his brain began to process your question. “Sounds great…” he replied in a breathy and clouded voice as he took a deep puff of the joint before putting it out on the table beside the chair he was sitting in.

With the pre roll out, he stood up and stumbled for a moment, being quite drunk and high at the same time did a number on him, but then he regained his balance. He looked down at you with his hands inside of the pockets of his hoodie as he slowly looked down at you with the same clouded expression and intense brown eyes full of lust and desire, wanting only one thing from you now.

“Lead the way…” he muttered, waiting for you to start towards the front door, his mind filled with nothing but wanting you alone with him in your car, he wanted you all to himself.

As he followed you towards the car, he was still stumbling a bit, but he managed to stay upright and follow you outside to your car. Once he got outside, he took a deep breath of the warm night air and groaned softly, it felt amazing in his lungs. He then continued to follow you over to your car, his eyes never leaving your body as he did.

Once he got to the car, he leaned back against the backseat door as he watched you unlock the car to get inside, his eyes scanning down your body, taking in every inch of you with his eyes, committing that image to memory as he got more and more excited to be alone with you.

As the lock clicked off, he watched as you opened the door, he couldn’t control himself any longer, he couldn’t wait to get inside the car.  He lunged at you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you up against him, pulling you in for another deep kiss. His tongue immediately slid across your lips, trying to force its way into your mouth as he desperately made out with you against the side of the car.

His body was pressed up against you as his hand slipped under your shirt, feeling your bare skin against his hand as he slowly slid his hand further up your body. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding along yours passionately as his body burned with need for yours, he needed you now, more than ever.

As his hand slid up your stomach, he felt your muscles underneath your skin, he felt you shiver a bit under his touch, which made him almost melt. He continued sliding his hand further up, wanting to feel more of you. He was so hungry for you now, he couldn’t get enough of you.

Suddenly, his hand reached your breast, he gasped slightly as he felt it under his palm, the feeling of you made him feel as though he had gone to heaven and back all in a matter of seconds. He groaned softly as he deepened the kiss further, his body pushed up against yours as he got even more desperate for you.

As he felt your breath on his face, he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you, now. He kissed you even rougher for a few more moments before he pulled away, his breath heavy and his eyes cloudier than ever before. “Get in the car…” he mumbled, his gravelly voice low and huskier than before as he watched you with hazy, intense eyes.

As he said this, he quickly pushed the passenger side door behind him open before he wrapped his arm around your waist a bit roughly to pull you into the back seat of the car with him. He slammed the door behind him, his hands still holding onto your waist as he sat you down right in front of him.

I got rid of my shirt and skirt I was so hazy from the drugs yet I wanted him, the feeling of his muscles were amazing.

As you climbed into the car in front of him, his hands still holding your waist as he pushed you down on your back on the back seat. His brain was foggy from the drugs and alcohol, and his body was completely overwhelmed by his own desire for you. As you got rid of your shirt and skirt, his eyes widened slightly and his mouth went slack, looking at you. He couldn’t believe his eyes at your sudden boldness.

His eyes slowly roamed down over your now exposed body, taking in every inch of you. He was overwhelmed with the desire to touch you, to taste you, to make you his. He reached out a hand to softly brush his fingers up your thigh, his touch warm and light as he looked down at you, his own muscular body looming over your now nearly naked form.

His eyes roamed again, his fingers brushing higher up your thigh as he slowly reached up further and further to touch more of your bare skin. He slowly moved himself as he got over your hips, pushing his own hips against yours as he leaned down over you, his face right above yours as he hovered above you.

His breath was heavy as he hovered there, his breath mingling with yours as he looked down at you. His hazy eyes scanning over your figure laying underneath him, he couldn’t believe how beautiful you were, it was almost unfair. He slowly leaned down, his head moving to the crook of your neck as he started to trail kisses down it, his body pressing up against yours.

His kisses were soft and heated, as his body pressed against yours heavily, he couldn’t get enough of you. He felt as though he was obsessed and couldn’t get enough of you. His mouth began to move lower, trailing down over your collarbones, across your chest and down to your stomach, his arms slowly running along your sides to feel your skin under his fingertips.

He continued to trail kisses along your skin, wanting to worship every inch of you, wanting to make you feel so good you were left breathless. His mouth moved down, until he reached your stomach, where he began to leave more soft kisses along the muscles of it, his teeth occasionally grazing against your skin lightly.

His body pushed up against yours as he moved down further, his tongue slowly trailing down between your hip bones, the feeling of him against you making you whimper softly, he was determined to make you moan for him, he wanted to hear what all the different sounds you could make would sound like.

And I did I felt so aroused by him “si..” I whimpered

He groaned softly at your whimper, the sound was music to his ears, as he felt his own excitement increase as he felt his own desire growing by the second. His tongue continued to slowly slide against your underwear, wanting to hear more of those wonderful noises from you.

His tongue continued to move, his breaths becoming heavier as his heart beat faster, he couldn’t get enough of you. He needed to taste more, he slowly licked at your underwear, wanting to push further to taste you directly, his tongue slowly began to get you through your underwear and tasted you directly, his body pressing up against you as he groaned softly into your sensitive flesh, his mind hazy with desire for you, he couldn’t concentrate at all, the only thing

That mattered was your reactions to his touches, he slowly pressed deeper with it, his body moving up to be closer to you, his arms moving up and wrapping around your waist, his muscles flexing as he slowly moved, trying to get deeper

His hips moved up yours, slowly, as his grip around your waist tightened slightly more as he slowly grinded against you, needing to feel your body against his, it drove him crazy not having enough of you.

His mouth continued to slowly work at you, his groans into your sensitive area making you quiver at the feeling, his tongue and mouth working together to get you closer to release, he couldn’t get enough of you right now.

“Shit si… undo your pants right now.” I commanded

At your command, he wasted no time in moving right away, his excitement getting the best of him as he groaned and quickly moved his hands away from your waist and down to his pants, undoing the fly of his sweats.

“Just can’t get enough of me, huh?” He said, his voice having that same gravelly sound to it, and a little rougher than usual, he was still so excited, and yet he couldn’t stop that teasing comment from coming out. He smirked as he leaned back down over you, his chest against yours as his hips were now right up against yours.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips passionately as he let out a little growl against your mouth, his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you close against him as he kept kissing you.

His kisses were rough and a bit needy, you could tell that he was desperate for your touch, and as hard as he tried to hide that, he couldn’t as he moaned softly into your softly into your mouth, he was losing himself to you and he loved it.

His body pressed against you, pressing you down into the backseat as his hands moved up you, touching and feeling your skin, he couldn’t get enough of touching you, his hand slid a bit up your back to feel along your spine.

His kisses were needier now, deeper, as he let his tongue out to slide across yours, he loved how you tasted, and now he couldn’t get enough of you, he deepened the kiss further as his tongue swirled around yours, his body pressing even closer to yours.

He groaned into your mouth from his own excitement, loving the way your moans tasted in his mouth. He kept his body pressed close to yours as his hips started rolling against yours, moaning softly from just the feel of your body against his.

He started to grind in your cunt, he couldn’t take it anymore and wanted you so bad.

He was huge, a swollen cock with a lot of precum, as he inserts himself (sorry Bridgerton joke) you felt his inches on your walls. It felt amazing, how could such a man who lived in the shadows give the best sex ever?

I moaned and we both were close to release “si.. I can’t.. take it longer..” I moaned him in me felt so good It felt just right

After a while we both had our climax a little after eachother.

The rest was history, all junior and senior year we dated, totally in love. Yet I noticed he started to cover himself more and more, becoming distant. Until I got the news

“I am deployed in the military.”

[slashfic-daydreams]

Got any voice headcanons for the slashers?

Slashers Voice Headcanons

Fandom(s): Slashfic Dorian

Character(s): Ghost, Leather, Jay, Mike

Pairing(s): None

Writing Style: Headcanons

Genre(s): N/A

Warning(s): None

Note: Yeah, I do! It took me a while to find the perfect ones, but here are my claims. Also, thanks for the first ask! It's really a pleasure to write this :D

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Voice Claim: Kyle Herbert

I often like to imagine that Ghost's voice is not very deep, but it isn't that high-pitched either. Y'know he's somewhere in between.

Since Herbert voiced a lot of characters, I'm specifically referring to when he dubbed Gohan from Dragon Ball Z.

My mind usually thinks that his voice is frequently laced with confidence and sass, which is also fitting for his overall personality.

Voice Claim: Sam Elliott

You have no idea how much research I did just to find the perfect voice for my perfect man.

His voice is similar to Butch from The Good Dinosaur.

I will always believe that Leather has this deep, gruff voice with that sexy Southern accent that he got from his home. You can't change my mind.

Voice Claim: Jason Marsden

Jay is pretty much the childlike slasher among the group, so he might as well have a voice that differs from the three.

I like to think that his voice is gentle and intimate. He's quite soft-spoken, and it's honestly both surprising and not.

His voice is similar to Thackery Binx in the movie Hocus Pocus (1993). Although Murray is the actor, his voice was replaced with Marsden's.

Voice Claim: Patrick Stewart

Okay, we all know this: if you ever meet a character that has a brooding face and long hair, our first thought is that he's got that deep voice. And you're right.

Similar to Leather, his voice is deep and gruff. The only difference is that Mike's voice is much deeper compared to him.

We all know that Mike is a guy of a few words, so whenever he speaks, it's usually inaudible because it sounds like a low grumble.

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[lana-llama]

joel miller x sugar baby! younger! reader

𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑨 𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑺𝒀

small warning; solicitation? age gap. "cheating" .morally challenged reader. sexual tension. mike getting cucked

some would call you immoral. sinful? evil. but you were just smart in a way. get an old frog to fall in love. secure a home and only have to play wife on the weekends while he pays your bills. plus other girls your age are either jealous or lay in the sun with you calling you a genius.

all that genius came with prices though, social and otherwise. you got a beautiful little home in a town near Houston. and today was move in day, Mike. your sugar daddy was driving you both to that sweet little cottage house, all your luggage in sweet pink matching luggage filled the back of the Bentley along with new shopping bags full of clothes and home décor. "excited to live somewhere new baby?" mikes old southern accent rasped as you turned into the cul-de-sac, you nodded "a small town will be a good change for me" you spoke sweetly rubbing his shoulder "i got the cutest lil house for ya sugar, make some friends and invite 'em over whenever you like" mike smiled finally pulling up to the house, it was adorable.

a two story yellow home, clean and sweet, it felt very grandma but you weren't complaining. what other girl your age could say they owned a house right now? you and mike stepped out of the car and walked up to the house with your purse in hand "wow...this is amazing Mikey! thank you!" you jumped with joy hugging him close, mike was beaming with pride, even more as he saw a specific neighbor walk up.

"Joel and tommy miller! honey! these are the men that renovated your kitchen and bathrooms" mike pushed you forward towards the millers, they were rugged and handsome, tommy seemed more confident than what you were assuming was his brother "oh? well thank you I cant wait to see inside my new house" you shook both their hands with a sweet smile "let us show you around?" tommy spoke with a charming gaze while Joel just nodded, you held tommy's arm walking up the steps of your new home. Joel stayed back with mike "never knew you had a daughter mike" Joel said lowly suspecting something "well, uh you never asked! but um she's gorgeous isn't she?" mike started sweating a little not wanting to seem sad or creepy. but he was. Joel just nodded trying to hide his judgmental gaze believing he was just imagining it "very pretty" he muttered watching as tommy led you into the kitchen, it was warm and very country home styled, the fridge door was covered in post cards and magnets from you and mikes adventures. "wow you guys did an amazing job" you smiled looking out the bay window, pillows and a blanket covering the nook "your daddy's a sweet man, he picked out everything we put in here" you went ridged at the word, remembering that most peoples eyes your relationship with mike seemed obvious "he loves me" you giggled hiding your slight shame.

the tour ended in your room. it was beautiful, made for a southern belle type, your favorite movie and band posters on the walls "mike this is amazing!" you clapped your hands before turning to the big window which faced the backyard, before you could look mike covered your eyes "this is the biggest surprise doll" he chuckled leading you to the window, tommy and Joel watched seeing how mike was a little too close to your body "tadaa!" mike let you look and you squealed. tommy and Joel squinted slightly at the pitch of it. you kissed mike all over his face but calmed down quick to not make the millers feel odd. mike smiled wide and looked to the them "well, seems she hated it, guess we have to destroy it all" mike said sarcastically "damn. hard to please that one" tommy shook his head joining in "ill get the jackhammer" Joel smiled enjoying this as your face dropped and shook your head "no! don't!" you pouted a little running after Joel as he walked down the stairs chuckling "were pullin' your leg darlin' relax" mike laughed. you all stood on the porch saying your goodbyes "I'll be back this Sunday but if you need anything, call tommy or walk to Joel's house right over there" mike pointed to Joel's house only 2 houses down, the 2 men nodded "its peaceful here, just don't go tellin' everyone you live alone" Joel said in a serious tone, you nodded "got it. see you later...daddy" you gave a tight lipped smiled to mike and he nodded walking to his car " your bags are in the Livingroom" he yelled back before driving off "...is..he your actual father?" tommy asked watching the Bentley drive off, before you could answer Joel hit him upside the head " don't go insinuatin' things" he scolded his little brother. "its alright. well, pleasure to meet you 2 i have to go unpack" you giggled walking back in. the 2 nodded "good afternoon miss" they said in unison walking off your lawn.

you closed the door and sighed before jumping on your new plush couch squealing. god he was so handsome! grizzly! strong and silent!! you swooned as Joel's face and body flashed in your mind, you tried to calm down but you spun around as you put things in their place, thinking about how to make him see you again already.

Joel was conflicted. he sat on his couch drinking a beer and watching some hunting show, but he couldn't pay attention. flashes of your eyes and lips playing in his head, even if he was alone his was embarrassed at the thoughts he had about you in those blue jeans and cute little top.

hopefully your helpless because he really wanted to see you again.

days passed and you and Joel would pass each other at times, but nothing too serious. until today. it was pouring outside, and jowls morning job was postponed, Ellie was safe at a friends house so Joel's was just slightly antsy keeping his phone at his side. you were scared, every thunder strike made you shake and move slowly to your couch, to calm down you turned on some reality tv and breathed slowly. not today though. BOOM! a loud thunderous roar made you jump as your house went dark, the only thing illuminating your home was a grey clouds outside, you screamed and ran to you bathroom shaking as you turned on your phone seeing Joel's contact "c'mon c'mon c'mon." you begged as the phone rang "hello?" Joel answered getting up already papa bear mode activated "....Joel...im scared" you sniffled feeling embarrassed that hearing his voice made you cry immediately "what happened? are you ok?" he asked trying not to make you panic "my power went out...please Joel come get me ...i cant be alone" you begged whispering as you cocooned yourself against the tubs inner walls "I'm comin miss" he hung up and ran out his door to yours, the rain pelted him ask he jogged over knocking hard making you jump again. you crawled out and wiped your eyes as you shook walking down the steps hearing his muffled voice through the door, you opened seeing a soaking wet man with worried eyes, if you weren't scared to death at the moment you'd be staring into his eyes while Niagara falls lost the 1st place for the wettest place in America (i kill myself.) "are you ok? not hurt are you?" Joel asked stepping inside looking you over, after assessing no damage Joel stopped himself turning red, you were still in your pajamas which were very see through, he looked away "my house still has power...you got a robe?" you nodded walking to you couch putting a silk robe on, Joel finally turned back to you "alright c'mon" he walked out to the porch seeing that the rain hasn't let up "ready to run?" you asked "you don't have a cute umbrella or somethin'?" Joel asked looking down at you "no!" you said shaking before bolting to his front door, Joel watched you before following "doors open!" he hollered as you opened his door kneeling to catch your breath, you were soaked, robe and clothes clung to your body, your hair clung to your face as you looked over at Joel. his wife beater was the same fabric as your pajamas. you saw his chest hair and dark nipples, the way the shirt hugging his soft abs, you were swooning harder now. he looked at you with a worried look "shit...i don't bet you'd fit in a girls medium? he half joked seeing at the soaked cat in front of him "lets get in something dry and warm" he led you to the stairs, you smiled softly following him, up in his bedroom you started thing some...sinful thoughts, his room was bare in someway, but you saw tons of pictures of him and a little girl as Joel sifted through his closet "your daughter?" you asked looking around "Ellie, she's my little girl" he hollered back. shit, he was married. and he was obviously a family man. and your not a horrible person. you sighed sad at this imaginary woman beat you to the punch "where's your cute wife?" you asked through gritted teeth "oh...uh Elie's mom died at birth" you deadpanned. maybe you should jump out the window. this man just saved you from your home and this is how you thank him. before you could mentally beat yourself up more joel placed an old AC/DC shirt and his frayed pajama pants "o-oh thanks" you smiled taking off the wet robe, Joel stared at your body, his breath got slightly ragged at seeing your breasts in full view before clearing his throat "i'll be downstairs" he excused himself walking away. you knew what he was looking at and you wanted him to see more.

joel waited on his couch imagining you on his lap, your skin still cold from the rain as he snaked his hands under your shirt, your soft breasts being fondled by his rough callouses, your soft mewls filling his ears. he jumped at seeing you sit right next to him, you blushed slightly "thanks for the clothes Mr. Miller" you smiled sitting back "no problem...i don't think I ever really got your name" he admitted sheepishly "its y/n." you smiled looking up at him, Joel thought you looked adorable swimming in his shirt, but he couldn't lie to himself, he enjoyed your clothes more. "y/n...parents picked it perfectly" his low gravely voiced made your heart flutter, the way he said your name made you even more feral "i like the way you say my name" you blurted out in a daze "ill say it more often then" he said lower, closer to you. you were in love. Joel backed off slowly realizing he needed to be a gentleman 'thirsty? hungry?" you shook your head I'm fine" he nodded "once the rain stops ill take a look at your brake box" you nodded getting comfy yawning "i should tell mike huh?" you asked texting "why do you call 'im mike?" Joel asked making you blink "its his name" Joel's brows furrowed slightly "...don't answer if its too far but...he aint your dad huh?" Joel asked looked to you "...no, mike and I aren't related." you answered worried he would kick you out now "alright." joel nodded not knowing what to say next.

on the couch you spent house just watching his sports rerun before falling asleep against his arm , he watched your chest rise and fall slightly. you were beautiful, your body, your face, your voice- it was like joel was in a playboy magazine everytime you passed him on your jogs. and here he had you, he leaned back letting your body go down with him, joel watched you, placing his hand on the small of your back falling asleep too to the sound of the rain and the scent of your perfume.

more?

[xcherryerim]

Mexican Mike Headcanons

tw: light Death mentions (of his mom and garret) / smut headcanons at the end (gn!reader)

— Mike is a quarter Mexicans from his dad side

— Probably biased asf but he’s norteño

— Mike’s dad is a truck driver. When his dad needed to drive to Mexico Mr. Schmidt made sure to comeback home with Mike’s and Garret’s favorite candies.

— His favorite candies are Bocadin, Duvalin and Chokis.

— The only reason Mike kept getting hired after his awful track record is because he can somewhat speak spanish.

— After Mike lost his family (except for Abby) he didn’t really practice any more traditions like he used to do but, after moving to his now current place (which is mainly for lower class and immigrant families. This is canon in the book btw)

His neighbor which happens to be a 42 year old single mom, decided to help him in subtle ways like cooking meals from time to time for him and Abby. She even invites them to some family gatherings (carne asadas, birthday parties etc) as well.

— The lady always tries to set Mike up with her oldest daughter tho

— Every time winter approaches Mike eats tamales and arroz con leche excessively.

— Mike snacks in peanuts which is SO SPECIFIC but mexican dads always snack on cacahuates. (He’s entering his dilf era)

— After reconnecting with his roots a bit because of his neighbor, he tries to practice more traditions specially Día de los muertos (day of the death). He’s not really a religious person, but he always prays for his mom and garret to be at peace wherever they are.

— If you think Mike speaks quietly, wait for him to speak in spanish. His voice is softer too but that’s only because he gets self conscious when he’s talking to people that only / mainly speaks spanish.

— Mike dosent really mix english and spanish when he speaks unless he’s angry.

— He dosent really curse but when he does is in Spanish. He calls himself “pendejo” (dumbass) a lot.

Headcanons with his partner (+18)🫶🏻

— Mike says he has two left feet but, just give him a bit of alcohol and a slow song and he’ll dance good.

Just imagine dancing to bachata while Mike wears a dumb yet charming drunk smirk as he whispers into your ear the lyrics.

“¿Qué dirías si esta noche te seduzco en mi coche?Que se empañen los vidrios y la regla es que goces. / What do you say if I seduce you in my car? fog up the windows and the rule is for you to enjoy.”

— Mike wouldn’t really use spanish pet names unless he’s trying to get something out of you. “Cariño” and “Amor” are his main ones (and that mf says them slowly to tease the fuck out of you.)

— One time while you two where fucking, he leaned, bitting and sucking on your neck as he praised the fuck out of you in spanish and you swore when he used his raspy voice mixed with his light accent, that was already enough to make you climax.

— After he realized this, however, he tried to only speak to you in spanish for a week to purposely turn you on.

— This man, is a gift giver. He would literally give you a ramo buchón with a big ass bear for no reason.

— Mike mainly calls you his spouse / wife / husband sometimes he also says it in spanish as well. “Mi cónyuge / esposa / esposo”

(But don’t do it to him or he’ll actually plan out the whole wedding in one sitting)

a few of his favorite music in spanish:

[felixcosm]

*pushing my glasses back up my nose* It's also interesting how some Mikes are exceptionally unique to their environment and how you cannot get these specific Mikes again unless you go back in time and make more at their point of origins.

Like, you can always have Michaels. A Michael is a Mike who is 40+ years old - but they don't always have to be cowboys, like VHS Michael. Though you can also easily obtain a cowboy!Michael if you want.

But you can't just get an Old Man out of the blue - Old Man is a very specific Michael who went through very specific circumstances to be who he is right now (Dome iteration → attacked by Lieutenant → saved by Mdawg → adopted by the Crust Punks)

But you can easily get another Lieutenant if you wanted. He can just be appointed out of the Michael Army.

You can have as many Mikeys as you want, Mikey is just the youngest Mike Walters and the Compound has hundreds, if not thousands (although Compound Mikeys are their own section). You can iterate a Mikey from any point in the previous seasons, like Baby Mikey in episode 123.

But you can never just get another MW. He's a mass consolidated OverMike with a southern accent who was adopted by Michael and joined Sat Base, taking on the role of Mikey's protector when Mike or Michael aren't around.

[akuma74]

Since I saw many people complaining about Ace Attorney name change or something and that I have way too much time on my hand I present you:

Me showing you the name change in the french version and then re-translating them back to english so you can see the difference in word-play, edition 1 on the first game.

(All characters that are not mentionned are the one who don't have a name change or those that I don't care enough to remember their existence and even less their names, so don't ask me about them)

Now let's get started:

Main:

Miles Edgeworth: Benjamin Hunter, no wordplay here they just changed his name so he wouldn't be too hard to pronounce and remember for french kids. I hate it and love it at the same time.

Dick Gumshoe: Dick Tektiv, wordplay on "détective" which is kind of work but also not since in french this word is almost exclusively use for private detective, not cops.

First Turnabout:

Larry Butz: Paul Defès, wordplay with "poil de fesse" litterally "butt's hair", appropriate and that guy doesn't deserve a better name.

Winston Payne: Victor Boulay, play on "boulet" which is use to describe someone that is so bad and who screw up so much that they're a burden. Kind of like it better than the english one tbh

Frank Sahwit: Frank Khavu, play on "qu'à vu" litterally "saw it".

Second Turnabout:

Marvin Grossberg: Samuel Rosenberg, apparently no word play or joke here. But some people think that giving a name of jewish origin specifically to the corrupt lawyer may be based on anti-semitic stereotype.

April May: Marsha Vrill, play on "Mars-Avril" litterally "March-April".

Third Turnabout:

Wendy Oldbag: Flavie Eïchouette, play on "vieille chouette" a pejorative way to call an older woman which litterally mean "old owl".

Will Powers: Gustavo Lonté, play on "volonté" which is just "will", boring.

Cody Hackins: Kevin Miron, the joke is the name Kevin that's it. But to be more precise at the time the first game was released in France "Kevin" was internet slang who was kind of an insult toward kids spending way too much time online or others immature people lurking in the internet.

Fourth Turnabout:

Lotta Hart: Eva Cozésouci, play on "elle va causer des soucis" meaning "she is going to be trouble", which I find kind of more appropriate. Also not name related but they changed her "southern country accents" by a "Marseille accent" a southern french city whose accent is often mocked. Find it funny that If they're is one thing 'Murican and French share is their love of making fun of southern accents.

Fifth Turnabout:

Mike Meekins: Bill Ballaud, play on "ballot" which mean someone dumb and quite clumsy

Damon Gaunt, Jake Marshall and Angel Starr: useless name change that annoy me, in order: Damien, Alex and Angélique.

Also bonus the blue badger become "le lutin bleu" which in english is something along the line of "blue elf".

I let you decide if this is better or worse...

and if I do that for the rest of the games.

[bigmack2go]

More super random newsies headcannons cause it’s been MONTHS

Albert calls otters ‘water weasels’

Spot is Hungarian & Cuban

Crutchy is scottish and he has the strongest Scottish accent (specifically 92’sies crutchy)

Jack insisted on bette nicknames for Mike and Ike because hearing Mike always made his head snap around for Muchael somehow

The newsies are assholes and allways (and i mean e v e r y time) give twins matching nicknames even if they don’t even like eachother. For example mike and ike, kit and kat (@chaosfairy18 ), Slasher and Splasher

Jack can’t whistle. Elmer is really good at it. He tried to teach Jack but its a hopeless case

Finch has Dyscalculia and needs help reading round clocks even though he knows how they work it just takes too long

Finch only wears digital clocks.

Finch counts on his fingers

Spot made a color code for Brooklyn so he knows when he has to throw someone out of his turf at first glance

Spot and jack are exs (fax)

Buttons has heterochromia

Jojos love language is word of affirmation

Michael would always flirt with girls which everyone found hilarious cause he was so small

Finch is actually scared of birds

Mush draws/doodles on Blinks hand and Blink keeps tracing it so it doesnt fade. Eventually he gets it tatooed

F I N G E R L E S S G L O V E S

Oscar used to have a stutter

SPECS PUTS DANDELIONS BEHIND HIS EARS IN SUMMER/ SPRING!!

[wikipediette]

Random ass face claims for some Homestuck characters lol (also imagining the trolls if they were humans specifically)

Karkat vantas- Alex Wolff (hereditary)

He has that rough/kinda unkempt look? Looks like a guy not focused on being 'hot' also looks permanently pissed off lol. He has the hair of a guy who can't stop running his hands through them which is very much karkat to me, perfect face for me

Gamzee makara- Travie McCoy (gym class heroes)

TELL ME IM WRONGGGGG, gamzee is a black man I'm sorry to whoever disagrees. like look at him!! they look exactly the same dude. he's also 6'5 so he's tall as fuck just like gamzee, once again perfect face claim to me!

Kanaya Maryam - sade

A beautiful classy lady just like kanaya, they both love fashion and sade is in fact British, which I have a strong feeling that kanaya has a British accent.

Dave strider- Archie Madekwe (in saltburn) or Mike Faist (in challengers)

Ok so we have two routes here, the non-white Dave truthers or the canon Dave truthers, in honesty i jump between the two sometimes. Both have the boyish and charming look so you choose your truth babes <3

Rose Lalonde - Haley Bennett (in swallow)

I love a baddie with a bob, idk why this called to me but she gave off rose vibes in this movie, they both have the blonde bob but I just think Haley Bennett has that sophisticated look/feel to her that rose does, this is subject to change if I find one I like better so I won't say perfect but for right now I like it :)))

Roxie Lalonde- Scarlett Johnson (scoop)

OKKKK you're probably screaming about how basic this choice is, idk I have a headcanon that Roxie has shit eyesight lol. Once again this is subject to change if I find something I like more but so far this is hers lol

I'll make more posts the more I find but that's all for rn lol, plz recommend any others you face claims for the love of god, also if you like Homestuck follow me??? I miss the hayday of this fandom

[gemsofgreece]

10 best animated movies to watch in Greek

One of the best ways to practice a language is by watching a movie. Even more so, watching an animated movie dubbed in your target language can be really fun and useful, as these movies tend to include jokes (even inside jokes specific to the language) and songs. So, without further ado, here is my personal list of 10 best animated movies to watch in Greek.

10. Shrek 2

The reason I am recommending Shrek 2 instead of Shrek is just because I have the - maybe not standard, but certainly not unpopular - opinion that Sherk 2 is overall a funnier movie than Shrek. The Greek dub maintains successfully all the witty and somewhat adult-oriented humour. The voice casting done for characters like Donkey, Puss in Boots and Gingy is memorable and accurate.

9. Lion King

The voice casting is really good. Adult Simba has a sympathetic voice, Mufasa has a superb kingly radio voice, the hyenas are hysterical, Zazu is funny too, Nala's voice is warm and womanly. I also love Scar's voice. Scar has a sinister voice but it's a weaker, not as “thick” a voice as Mufasa’s, just like Scar relied on the evilness of his mind and not his muscles. Timon and Pumba's dub is iconic. Greek Can you feel the love and Be Prepared are fantastic versions of the songs. And Greek Mufasa just steals every scene vocally, especially those when he appears in Simba's memory.

8. Monsters INC

Another amazing voice casting for all characters but we all (Greeks) know that this is one man's show. Christos Hatzipanayotis just KILLS it as Mike Wazowski. I believe Greek Wazowski is much funnier than the original. Also let's remember "Fovízume yatí sas frondízume" lol the Greek "We scare because we care (for you)"

7. Finding Nemo

This dub did something special with the casting. It casted as Marlin and Dory two actors that had already worked together in a super famous comedy series as a couple. As a result, their chemistry is off the roof and Dimitra Papadopoulou's voice is incredibly accurate for Dory's character. Dory's whale language is hysterical and I also love the incredibly relaxed voice actor they found for that turtle reincarnation of Bob Marley. All other casting is good too, except I want to slap the extremely nasal Nemo.

6. Sleeping Beauty

Although I love this movie dearly and I really like its Greek version, I actually place it that high because I have found it to be really popular with foreign people. Some say they like Aurora's song better in Greek, which I find interesting as I really love the original. It is surely a masterful work though. It is an old movie and the Greek actors speak more elegantly, more sophisticatedly like people tended to, back then. The voices suit properly an aethereal princess and her dreamy prince, the fairies have these warm, elderly, ladylike voices and Maleficent also is imposing and very cold.

5. Aristocats

This is a perfect example where it is clear that both the voice casting directors and the actors worked their asses off. Every actor chosen is simply ideal for their character, including the kittens, Edgar the evil servant, the diva, the super SUPER old lawyer, the tomcats, Lady is so prim and proper, Uncle Waldo and the goose nieces with their Britsh accent Greek lol BUT. I have no idea how it dawned on them to make the dog couple have a comedic Heptanesian island accent but whoever that was, they were a bloody genius. Not only it's impeccably performed, it's twice as hilarious when you see them in an old Parisian environment speaking some really strong Heptanesian out of nowhere. The dogs in the original do not have any particularly heavy accent to my understanding, so if you watch the original after you have watched the Greek, you won't even understand they are supposed to be funny. I love that the Greek directors took the uneventful speech of the dogs and were like "Clearly, we 're gonna make them speak extreme Heptanesian" XD

4. Spirit: The Stallion of the Cimarron

Spirit has mostly narration and songs, it has very few dialogues. Its songs are amazing though and they really make a difference in the movie. In the Greek dub, both the narrating and singing role was given to singer - actor Yannis Savvidakis who is very talented. Not only he performed those songs wonderfully but I liked how well it maintained the feel of rock ballads coming from America, despite being sung in a language from a place that has nothing to do with any of this.

3. The Emperor's New Groove

Okay, we reached the Golden Triad. The Emperor's New Groove is, simply put, the best Disney comedy to date. If we consider that the Greek version is funnier than the original, as I strongly believe, you get a comedy for the ages. The voice casting is PERFECT. Every voice chosen is like it was created for the character, the characters get life and personality through the vocal performances. Kuzco sounds blasé, egocentric, sarcastic and you want to slap him silly, Kronk sounds like a soft dumbass himbo which is what he is, Pacha is your everyday good-hearted peasant, Yzma is killing it as the old ambitious narcissist. The humour is awesome and tranferred ideally into Greek comedy. It just works on every level. I can't explain it more, it's just perfect. While this movie is unfairly obscure and underrated on a global level, in Greece it was a hit and people still remember quotes by heart, exactly beause the dub was so god-tier level.

2. The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Okay. The dub of dubs. The Dub of Notre Dame. Seriously, this is a masterpiece on every aspect. Again, this is better than the original. Esmeralda has a sensual, really beautiful speaking voice and an outstanding singing one (Alcestis Protopsalti y'all), Frollo has an ideal casting in that he sounds like a bad person but in a totally realistic way (as he is also a very realistic villain) and he sounds so very sophisticated, very elegant. Sinister and elegant, which makes total sense as in the Disney version he is the supreme justice minister of Paris. Quasimodo is voiced by Sakis Rouvas (a sexy singer with a soft voice), who a few found like a somewhat odd pairing but it works perfectly since Disney's Quasimodo is soft, sensitive and considerably sophisticated as well. Clopin's singing is done by tenor Konstantinos Paliatsaras. The songs in the Greek version are in my opinion better performed than in English. Hellfire is quite possibly the most loved villain song in Greece. A small example to understand the level of perfection; the intro song "Bells of Notre Dame" has an extremely difficult ending note that only a few versions globally managed to hit. Even the original singer struggles with the note, he hits it but a little weakly, he is very supported and almost covered by backing vocals. In other versions, even this is not possible at all and singers just skip the note. The Greek version by Paliatsaras is one of the very few where the note is hit correctly, he essentially rips it apart, but I think it is also the only version (unless something escapes me) where the lyrics were different in a way that it made a difference to the singing. All versions I have heard are a variation of the original "bells, bells, bells, bells" which prepares the crescendo / raise of the pitch and then, "of notre DAAAAAME". Greek is the only version I have listened to where a full sentence is delivered effortlessly, without a repetition of "bells". "Ke ihún pandú kambánes stin karthyá tis panaYAAAAAS". It's a full sentence instead of a convenient one-syllable word over and over. Of course, it had to be done because the word for bells in Greek (kambánes) wouldn't work but it still was a harder thing to deliver than the repetition and it was accomplished even better. Okay, in short, Oscar worthy dub. Perfect in every way. I am in love with it, you can tell. The only reason it is not first is because the first spot had to be saved for the obvious one.

1. Hercules

The obvious first spot. Of course, it doesn't take it without deserving it. Greeks really made sure to give this one even more attention to detail. So, it doesn't only feel like it's natural, it also IS the most natural one, as contemporary languages go. All voice casting is once more ideal. Hercules, or Heracles as he is of course in Greek, has a sensitive, warm, sympathetic voice. They did a great thing with Megara when they gave the role to Evridiki who has a more mature, seasoned voice which fits Megara's character and not like a girly, princessy, out-of-place voice. Famous comedian Lakis Lazopoulos steals the show in all his scenes and they are MANY, since he plays Philoktetes and Pain AND Panic, all three of them! But he can't steal the scenes where Hades is in, as Konstantinos Tzoumas is in reality the big star of the movie. First and foremost, you watch this movie for Hades. One more fantastic detail in my opinion is what they did with the Muses. So you know, the original movie Muses are singing a liberal style of American gospel. Instead of ditching it as unfitting and entirely inaccurate, the Greek directors played along with it. Most notably, one of the Muses is voiced by Julie Massino, a vocal coach and singer born and raised in the US (I don't know if she has Greek descent) who lives and works in Greece, so she has a natural and strong American accent in her Greek! I just found this so cool. It is a really cool dub. They knew the stakes were very high and they delivered down to the very last detail.

*We really had to title this: Heracles - Beyond the Myth...!

[hyper-jam]

Some Ness focused headcanons cause me and the SecurityWaiter/DreamTheory Discord server have been COOKING (projecting onto him)

Heavily surrounding my headcanon that he is southern

-Ness is southern (specifically Texan cause I’m Texan and that’s what I know)

-he doesn’t have a very thick accent, but saying certain words or phrases, being extra angry/excited/etc., speaking in a lower or lazier voice (like morning voiceee 👀👀👀), being around other people with thicker acccents, etc. will trigger his accent to thicken up (again more projecting this is just me core LMAO)

-he has absolutely worked at a Cracker Barrel. Has gotten all the stars on his apron, is absolute god tier at that peg game, steals the biscuits, the whole package

-southern charm king, brags abt it

-knows so much Texas trivia, like our state things (tree, bird, mammal, etc.), history, tourist junk, etc.

-has a Texas flag pin that he puts on his bag and apron

-genuinely tweaks when someone pronounces pecan like “pea-can” (I know both pronunciations are common in the south but where I’ve grown up/with all the people around me, it’s always be “Puh-con” NOT “pea-can”)

-makes great pie 🤗🤗🤗

-dr pepper + Diet Coke addict

-“wdym you don’t know the story of the Alamo…” “what do you mean you’ve never had what-a-burger…” “what do you mean you’ve never been to the dr. Pepper museum…” etc. /hj

-likes country music 💔💔💔

-I mentioned before theyre a swifty…loves her country era…

-LOVES SQUARE DANCING !!

-has fun cowboy boots and cowboy hats cause I say so

-loves the rodeo

-god I am just making them a stereotype I CANT HELP IT THIS IS MY HOME 💔💔💔 DEEP IN THE HEART OF TEXAS 💔💔💔

-“oh no, Texas sucks…but if anyone SAYS Texas sucks-“ becomes Texas #1 defender

-GOD I CAN SEE HIM WORKING AT SEA WORLD TOO. HED DO THE SEA LION SHOWS I KNOW IT 💥💥💥

-Mike makes fun of them for being southern but then they just exaggerate it to annoy him

-BEGS MIKE TO GO WITH HIM TO THE RODEO ONE DAY PLEASSEEE (Mike will NEVER agree…unless-)

-takes Mike and Abby to the San Antonio river walk and Abby absolutely loves the rainforest cafe. Mike genuinely despises it so much like he sits there plotting Ness’ murder the whole time

-scratch the dad thing my mom suggested that Ness’ aunt and uncle run the diner and that actually works better with some of my headcanons so yeah

-Sparky’s is still named after a family dog though

-always points out farm animals when driving

K that’s it for now love them sm 🫶🫶🫶

[orchidbreezefc]

okay actually though by a happy accident [that post] about how amazing it was for tatiana maslany to play so many different characters in orphan black that are all identifiable and distinct, which i tagged with #woe.begone because i am a classless rube, came out of my queue the day after the season 15 finale deeply impressed me with dylan griggs doing the same thing. clearly the universe wants me to post about it!

primer if you're not familiar: woe.begone stars this bitch called mike walters who gets involved in time travel. 44 episodes in we get cast members who are also mike walters but from the future. time travel can bring ppl back from the future to set up camp in the present, or copy and paste them FROM anywhen TO anywhen. over time the mike population gets a bit [out of hand].

now, mike walters has a Thing about personal autonomy that prompts him to differentiate himself from other mikes. the moment you put 2 mikes in a room they start changing their personalities to distinguish themselves from each other. ergo all the many mikes become different guys if they live long enough to develop a unique identity. (often this takes the form of becoming a cowboy and faking a southern accent 24/7. don't worry about it.)

so this brings us to episode 180, yesterday's season finale. the season finales are huge sprawling things and this one contained six (6) unaccented mikes, plus a further 5 cowboys. they shared their first thirty years of life, their bodies are duplicates of the same body, they have the same larynx. 2 of those 6 are arguably doing A Voice by speaking very slowly and deliberately, but the others are only influenced by their general personalities.

hopefully i have given enough context by now that you can understand how goddamn impressive this is: when a scene opened cold on the words "hello, everyone," i was able to identify from those 2 words that we were hearing a specific mike who up until that very moment had been literally dead.

a couple sentences later he says something identifying, and the scene does make it clear which mike this is, but i didn't need that. we didn't have any prior indication of this mike's return, but i thought, "oh, that mike must be alive again, because he just said 'hello, everyone.'"

my point is dylan griggs, creator of the podcast and voice of mike, is a phenomenal actor. every so often we hear a new mike with no context for who they are or where they come from but we'll know which mike theyre an copy of just by the voice.

i don't know orphan black and have no desire to downplay maslany's skill, but i do want to point out that those characters are different people who are just identical clones of each other. woe.begone is different--the mikes walters are all the same man (to oversimplify a philosophical debate that is hotly contested in-universe) and dylan makes no effort to obfuscate this.

still, his performance is enough to tell you that this is the mike who prides himself on being reasonable, and this is the mike that has leaned into being the annoying baby brother. often live scenes will contain several unaccented mikes with no narration or dialogue tags to speak of, and you can still pretty reliably tell them apart. it's all there in the cadence, the emotion, the vibe. and yes, the mikes do impersonate each other, and yes, you can tell.

tl;dr @woebegonepod really does amazing work at making the same guy into a couple dozen different guys, and i highly recommend giving woe.begone a listen. it really is like no other show out there.

[waddlesizsleepy]

tmnt 03 season one thoughts (4/26)

i sorta wanted to liveblog this series but i also didn't wanna flood the tags so gonna be doing this in chunks. so. here are my very unorganized thoughts on the first four episodes of season one.

for context, i've seen the first three seasons before dropping it. this is my attempt at watching the whole show beginning to end.

season 1

episode one

i always forget about the dorky cold opens lmao.

please tell me im not the only person who hates new york accented raph.

idk why but theres always been something so unappealing to me about this type of edgy, early 00s, batman the animated series-esque kids cartoon artsyle. it feels devoid of character. like very processed.

also feel the same about 80s cartoons don't get me wrong, it's just a lil disappointing that this show is so heavily based on the mirage comics, and doesn't try to go for a more mirage-y style. like i'm just imagining lawson's really blocky style animated. that'd look so cool. but ya know. i'm kinda just being a picky lil bitch.

love splinter being an old man. love mike being a frickin brat. hate raph's sai just being stuck in his belt. how many times has he stabbed his thighs.

stupid idiot turtle boy attempts to push a parked car, more at 11

'raphie boy'

feel like every iteration should have a pair of police officers that look like kevin and peter tbh. that's a damn good gag.

i choose to belive that saki just made johnny watch that david lynch dune movie.

episode 2

learned somewhat recently (well. it was like a year ago) that a mouser is a type of cat specifically used to catch mice and rats, so it's pretty damn clever that they have cat motifs in practically every iteration. baxter even holds one like a james bond villain holds a cat in the mirage comics. fun detail. sorry i'm rambling lmao-

i think im just really used to 2012 don or sth cuz donnie being soft-spoken has always felt like a foreign concept to me. it's not bad by any means, i just really associate him with rob paulsen screaming.

saw that tcri canister and turned into the pointing leo dicaprio meme.

can't wait till baxter gets torn apart :] (least creepy cronenberg fan.)

i like how the stocktronics logo is just a stüssy

HOW LONG WAS LEO STANDING THERE FOR- FRICKING DORK LMAO

baxter calling april dear really reminds of this creepy dude i used to work with. don't like that.

boy scouts is practically ninjas

'you read way too many comic books' wow fuck you too leo.

0/10 april didn't call baxter a sludge puppy.

you just HAD to reference the 'can we keep her?' line, 03 team? you just HAD to be creepy.

episode 3

i like how they kept the silly daredevil reference. least cowardly tmnt writers.

will never get over the fact that splinter decided to name one of them 'donatello.' like you got 3 of the most famous and beloved western artists of all time, and then some sculptor no one besides art history nerds care about. it cracks me up.

scott williams is having so much fun as baxter- dude was born to be a mad scientist lmao /lh

'even me raph?' 'even you, mikey. especially you.' IM GONNA VOMIT ITS SO FUCKING CORNY WAAAAAA- /vvpos (that's two very's. can't believe i'm referencing rottmnt donnie...)

episode 4

not sure how i feel about how the wrench/pipe scene is presented here. like in the comics it's still a massive overreaction on raph's part, but he's tense. he's not in his right mind, like his father is missing and has been for a while. it's not justified obviously, but it's a reason. he broke from stress. here he broke from... his feelings being hurt i suppose. it just makes 03 raph look really arrogant and vain, and that might be what they were going for, but idk it makes it hard to believe that he's the shield if he's willing to fatally wound his little brother if he upsets him enough. idk i just find it a bit sloppy. not fully thought through.

mike beginning to go after raph before being stopped i arrrrrgh- he's not even remotely upset- best friends best friends.

feel like casey having past beef with the purple dragons ruins his character for me in a weird way. in the comics, he kinda reminds me of modern depictions of don quixote. like yes, he's completely nuts and doesn't understand the real world, but he's a good guy at heart, who just wants to help people even if there's nothing in it for him. giving him the revenge backstory makes him a lot less compelling to me ig.

can paramount plus PLEASE cut out the bumpers-

bro tries to hammer a nail into brick and is surprised when it doesn't work.

why does freak boy have the same but opposite energy as maggot boy

tf is with the turtles and driving the most conspicuous car in the world. this is why mirage+mutant mayhem's the best... they just give them a normal ass van lmao. at least it's not a literal tank, a van with their logo painted on the side, or a train car w monster truck wheels. ...how tf is a giant armored truck with jet boosters one of their more inconspicuous vehicles...? fuckin worst ninjas of all time lmao.

oh boy oh boy, stock akira references my beloved.

friends eggy tgirl younger brother: 'i'm the pretty one :)'

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so far, ain't bad. i think i was kinda mean and negative and my notes, but im definitely not bored. its pretty alright.

[enlightenedrobot]

Concerning the Mouse

Disclaimer. This is a blog post. It's not an essay or legal advice or any of that. It's mostly a collection of thoughts. If you want something a little more well researched, might I suggest this post here. Anyways, let's talk about this lovable rat right here.

As of January 1st, 2024, Mickey Mouse, as depicted in Steamboat Willie, The Galloping Goncho, and Plane Crazy is in the public domain. Personally, I've been looking forward to this, and I've kinda taken it as a personal challenge to figure out how exactly I can reinterpret the mouse for my own projects. And I actually think I got it. But before that... let's talk about this.

I don't think the image above is safe.

It's true, Steamboat Willie is in the public domain, but Mickey Mouse is still protected by trademark law, and those frames and that get up specifically are still very much protected.

I can't be too sure about this, because both Infestation 88 (The Videogame) and Mickey's Mouse Trap (The Horror Movie) seem to use variations of this specific design, but like... those ears are probably still protected, as are those pants. This version of Mickey also lacks his iconic white gloves, but contrary to what other people might say, I don't think "old cartoon wearing white gloves" is something uniquely trademarkable to the Disney corporation.

So if you wanna play it safe, it might be a good idea to use other elements provided by these cartoons as the base for your own interpretation of the character.

This is the version of Mickey Mouse as depicted in the title card of Steamboat Willie, and like, there's a bit more to work with here. His pants have stripes not seen in other incarnations of the character, and he also has a pretty distinct hat and cane.

More notably, his eyes are actually very different from Modern Mickey. They're huge, and the pie eyes that everybody associates with this era of animation are actually pupils. Not the eyes by themself.

What's funny is that there's a definite resemblances between these eyes and those of Sonic the Hedgehog. Sonic was apparently based on Mickey Mouse, so I'm not super surprised.

Those eyes in the title screen actually seem to be a holdover from Plane Crazy, where Mickey Mouse continues to have huge eyes. From that same cartoon, We also have Mickey Mouse deliberately messing up his hair to resemble the pilot Charles Lindbergh.

And like... it's cute. It's a look.

One thing I also keep seeing on social media is that Mickey Mouse has to be Black and White and he's not allowed to speak, because both Mickey's voice and his iconic red pants wouldn't be used until much later.

But like... you're allowed to build on these designs. Just because you can't color his shorts red doesn't mean you can't use color period. And using a different voice for the mouse is a very good way to differentiate your incarnation of the character from Disney's. This isn't legal advice, but I do believe you could get away with giving him a different colored outfit and, say, a deep souther accent ala Foghorn Leghorn.

Anyways, with all this in mind, allow me to introduce my own take on the character, Micheal Elias Mouse Jr. (Mike E. Mouse for short)

He's a former childstar, the son of the original Mickey Mouse, and an intellectual property lawyer with a dubious degree.

I intentionally made him rattier to make him more distinct, but don't let the smell of beef and cheese scare you off. This mouse might of been hit by hard times, but he still has a big heart, and deep down he's still the mouse we all know and love.

From a design standpoint, I tried my best to make the character recognizably mickey life while also changing up the original silhouette. Neither of the ears are perfect circles and one of them has a pretty significant bite taken out of it. The ratty hair and hat also help.

His gloves are yellow, inspired by various promotional materials for the original Steamboat Willie where Mickey dawns yellow gloves instead of the usual white. Further, I changed up the design of his shorts just because pushing the design that much further would help make this version of the character distinct from the Disney version.

If I'm not already protected by the public domain, I'm also protected by the fact that this character is obviously a parody. Middle aged dilf Mickey is not something Disney would never make, and the story I have in mind for him is more or less critical of the Disney corporation while still celebrating the artistry of the original cartoons and animation on the whole.

Anyways, Mickey Mouse entering the public domain is a big win for creatives everywhere, especially for fans of the original character. My interpretation isn't the only valid take on the character out there and I'm excited to see where everyone else goes now that the rat is free use.

[justa-sadjellyfish]

Also I’d love to hear your thoughts on which songs you prefer from each version!!! I can share my own opinions if you’d like too!!

YEYSYSYEYEYSYSYES THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME YAP ABOUT THIS!!! 

Just a heads up, this is going to be a VERY long post. VERY VERY long. Hopefully anyone reading has enough patience 💗

Btw I am not going to be comparing the songs visuals, because if we were to do that the WE would very easily win every single one. I will also not be mentioning Candyman, as it is placed pretty weirdly. This is simply a comparison of the two cast recordings, West End, and Broadway. There are some other songs you won’t see mentioned, like A Little Me, Charlie, you & I, and The Amazing Fantastical History of Mr. Willy Wonka, either because it’s pretty self explanatory, or because there’s nothing to really compare it too. The random is so small so this very long ramble is prob gona go nowhere lmfao 

First off; 

Almost Nearly Perfect/Willy Wonka! Willy Wonka! 

Yeah this one goes to ANP. WWWW is good for telling the story, and showing the dynamic between Wonka (in disguise at this point) and Charlie, but takes away from the bonding time of Charlie and his family. ANP is also far better at introducing the character of Charlie, and showing that no matter how poor he is, he finds enjoyment in all the little things, while also showing his infatuation with Wonka. 

A Letter from Charlie bucket 

I’m bouta be rlly honest, I dont know for this one. They’re both very similar, besides the fact that Charlie’s father is dead in the Broadway, so I’m gona call this one a tie. 

More of him to Love

Again, more or less the same. This one’s probably a tie too. Although I will mention I actually do prefer the dynamic between Augustus and his mother in the Broadway, even with WE being arguably the superior version. 

When Veruca Says 

Ah yes, one of the most iconic original songs of this musical. Personally I find the Broadway more enjoyable to listen to (specifically because of the Russian accents lmfao) but honestly, the girl as Veruca in the WE recording did arguably better at showing Veruca’s extreme personality. Gotta love Emma Pfaeffle tho. 

Queen of Pop/ The Double Bubble Duchess

Oh my god this is a hard one. They’re both SO CATCHY OH MY GOD. And the actresses are so fucking talented it’s crazy. Although I listen to Queen of Pop more frequently, TDBD is arguably more impressive specifically since Violet is played by a child in this version. So yeah there’s things like that to consider. I enjoy listening to both though.

What could possibly go wrong?/ It’s Teavee Time! 

Yeah this one obviously goes to WE. Mike is easily my favorite character in all adaptations of Catcf, which is why I personally prefer Teavee Time, because it does a great job at introducing Mikes character. WCPGW is funny and all, but it barely tells us anything about Mike. A very common problem with the musical (in both versions) is that they focus more on Mikes mother (this was mainly a problem in the broadway bc she was played by Jackie Hoffman who’s a legend). That’s js my opinion tho.

If your Mother/Father were here 

This one’s actually a lot different from each other, hence Charlie’s father being dead in the Broadway version, so the meaning of the song is sort of shifted. As much as I adore the dead dad ballet sequence in the Broadway, I think the message of If your Mother were here is a little more intriguing, because while IYFWH is reminiscing of a dead husband/father, IYMWH features both the parents and seems to be saying that because of the Buckets family/social situation, it’s very easy for Mr and Mrs Bucket to feel incredibly distant from each other. That’s all I will say about that 

I’ve got a Golden Ticket/ Doncha Pinch me Charlie

I’m going to be so honest I’m not really a fan of either songs, but if I had to choose it would be Doncha Pinch Me Charlie, because it gives Charlie the same spotlight that the other golden ticket winners did in my opinion.

It must be believed to be seen 

Friendly reminder this is NOT about visuals. I actually prefer the Broadway version of the this number. Maybe it’s because of my love for Christian Borle, but for some reason the way he sings it just feels more smooth to me. Also, in the West End, there was like… no backing from the ensemble which I personally enjoyed that aspect of the Broadway a lot, especially the harmonies. I also find the timing of some of the things in the WE (reminder I’m referring to the cast albums) version of this song to be a little bit weirder? If anyone wants further evaluation I can give it, but for now I don’t think I need to. In the end it’s js a certain something about the Broadway that makes it sound better to me ears if yk what I mean. 

Strike that, reverse it 

I think this song does a great job in both musicals!!!! I don’t really have a preference for this one honestly, I feel like both do a very good job at expressing the dynamics between the characters, and Christian Borle and Douglas Hodge both do a great job with this song. Although I’m not a fan of listening to songs with dialogue constantly being interchanged with the music, I think these shows did a very good job with it, and I do actually enjoy this song a lot!!

I do not wanna express my opinion on the placement of Pure Imagination in both versions rn bc I don’t want this post to end up being WAY too long (it alr is but I’m doing what I can, okay? Also yes this means I wont be discussing any of the ending songs bc uhhhh I js don’t rlly feel like it rn. I’ve alr expressed my opinions on a lot of the ending songs before as well) 

Auf Wiedersehen Augustus Gloop

I mean… I’m not really a fan of the way this is done in either version, so I don’t rlly know what to put here, but something I will say that doesn’t rlly have anything to do with my preference is that the little lines Augustus has in this song in the WE has me even more convinced that Augustus barley did anything wrong. 

Juicy/ When Willy met Oompa

Juicy is better I don’t even feel like this needs discussion at all. 

Verucas Nutcracker Sweet 

Okay. Attack me all you want but…. I actually prefer the Broadway. Like storytelling and visually wise I prefer West End, but idk there’s js something about the Broadways more menacing tone that I actually sorta like. I do think tearing Veruca apart was a weird addition, but i don’t really hate it. I mean, Violet  supposedly gets her limbs sold to her fans in the WE version and I don’t ever hear ppl talk abt how dark that is. 

Vidiots

The catchiest song in both versions. One of the best songs in the show. It’s literally so funky I love this song so much you don’t even know. The Broadway actually did pretty great with this one visually in comparison to their other sets. I do prefer the lyrics of this song in the WE, bc it sorta has more of a point, but I like the key Broadway did it in a lot, I think I prefer it higher. Ik it doesn’t change much but there’s smth about it.