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hi, for ask game~ 1, 3, 4, 11, 16 for Muu and 2, 5, 7, 8 for Fuuta, please 💖

HI ANON!!!!! Thank you so much for the question! This gets hilariously long so under the read more it goes.

Content Warnings: Discussions of suicide

Muu Kusunoki

1. favorite song lyrics?

I think it'd probably be these lines from After Pain.

"If you're going to make me the villain / It's okay to ignore me / If it's endurance, I'm used to it / It's just having another taste of it."

With the added context of It's Not My Fault, and with After Pain being very solidly about events after It's Not My Fault, I suppose you can say this is a part of Muu's difficulties with ascribing fault to herself- actually, since you asked me about both of them, I find it so intriguing T2 seems to exemplify a sort of contrast of fault and guilt that 0304 as a duo has. Muu doesn't feel guilty nor at fault, Rei deserved it because of what she did to her, while Futa does feel guilty and admits fault(or at least seems to), and, in a way, you can make their motives similar: they did what they believed was right. Sorry, tangent over, continuing on.

I just personally love this line because of how it's sung and how it somewhat subverts us expecting to her to hit a higher note(it's been forever since I've actually done any music theory, so I don't know the terms).

To include a line from It's Not My Fault, I really like this one! (Using the translation from Fandom as much as I... dislike using it since I couldn't find who made the translation originally and as we know It's Not My Fault's official translation is... rough).

"Don’t ever hate me, and don’t look for what lies “after and from” the pain. / Wait, wait, it’s not my fault! / You get it, right? It’s you, after all. / What a relief. Can’t be helped. Since I’m always meant to be pitied-"

I adored her referencing After Pain here, and telling us not to look into it- literally telling the audience 'don't look into me <3 you said you don't hate me! so you don't have to look into me!' I specifically always like 'I'm always meant to be pitied.' This line really says a lot about Muu, and especially of how she acted in T1- though that was also partially and probably mostly from fear.

I need to mention, though, Muu's not a manipulator. Even if she tries to, her personality will get in the way of it. The thing with her is that she sees relationships as purely transactional and that the right thing to do is just to let people get their way. It's not that she doesn't care about Haruka, it's that to her, his threat was what he wanted to do, so why should she get in the way?

She wants us to pity her because we, the audience, made pity mean forgiveness- so if we fit that into her framework of relationships, wouldn't that mean that the transaction is her making us feel bad for her in exchange for being voten forgiven? I hope that's something that will come up in T3.

3. favorite non-mv official illustration?

I can just say the cake art, but I actually really like the third anniversary art- which is my profile picture.

But I adore it. It's a very unsettling piece, what this the spotlight lighting and all, and her expression is so wonderfully creepy. I love this art set a lot, it's great.

4. favorite minigram episode/moment?

Episode 22! Specifically the third panel on this page: (x)

It's such a funny little minigram and I adore this single frame of Muu holding Jackalope so much. I like to imagine that she had wanted to hold him since he popped up in the interrogation room during her first voice drama. And I can agree, rabbits are really nice to hold on your lap as long as you aren't stressing them out too much.

Fun fact, actually- the minigrams associating Muu with plaid(31 and 38) is actually the reason why I have the my blog background as the squares. They made me associate her with those square patterns.

11. what are your favorite points about their story and the narrative surrounding them?

Definitely how both her and Rei caused the downfall of the other, in a way. Both repaid aggression with aggression, with one case leading to months of intense bullying and the other leading to a murder. I'm not saying that these are equal, but that doesn't make either good things to do. Muu and Rei both turned that hourglass on the other.

I don't know, it gets to me how much they seem to have torn into each other and the length of time they did. Rei wasn't some completely innocent girl, and neither was Muu- They're both messy with ugly emotions and ugly truths and ugly actions. In the end, both were hurt and more than likely both dead because of the abuse they suffered at the hands of both each other and their peers.

16. how do you think they actually sing in regular life?

I haven't seen what she says on the karaoke cards so if I'm wrong I'm wrong- but I think Muu is an alright singer at best. Her range is.... abysmal to put it nicely and her voice can be rather squeaky at times. If she is able to stay in her range though, she has a rather pleasant singing voice. I imagine she used to sing more and used to have a better voice, but once she began to get bullied she slowly just stopped.

Fuuta Kajiyama

2. favorite mv moment/frame?

Something really gets me about this moment in Backdraft. Something about watching yourself repeat your mistakes, and remembering how gleeful you were doing it- you really just become sick from the joy you derived from awful things. At least that's my interpretation of it.

...As a weird aside, I ended up spending like, half an hour trying to see if there was a word in psychology for what I meant. I'm still figuring out a new search engine over google(playing with a bunch of different ones) so my results are definitely different feeling. But it did remind me of flashbulb memories, so I guess it wasn't for nothing.

I also should mention I love the fact that Bring It On is 4:04 minutes long. As you probably know, that's an error code!

"The server cannot find the requested resource. In the browser, this means the URL is not recognized. In an API, this can also mean that the endpoint is valid but the resource itself does not exist." (x)

5. favorite voice drama line/moment?

Braze You! at the start is just 4 minutes of Es tearing into Fuuta and it's beautiful. I think it's just nice to see Es having a good time, even if that's from harassing Fuuta.

But that's not my favorite moment- Braze You! is definitely very fun to watch, but Baptism of Fire is absolutely one of the best VDs we've gotten so far- with Fuuta calling Es out on the hypocrisy of our previous votes- why WAS Kotoko innocent and him not? While personally, I'd argue that it was dependent on how both were framed in their videos, Fuuta doesn't know about those. And anyways, he's right. We ARE doing this all for fun. Even if he got entertainment out of cancelling people, we're still not that much better than him- in his perspective at least. At the end of this day, Milgram is a work of fiction. There's a degree of separation from the events we can give ourselves, even if the characters attack the fourth wall with all their might.

7. favorite relationships with another character if they weren't in milgram, the way you'd imagine or would like them to be?

Oh this is a difficult one for me... I'll go with Fuuta and and Yuno. She likes messing with people a lot and I think it'd be funny. I adore when characters mess with other characters in a playful way. Yeah this is short, but Fuuta doesn't exactly give me a lot of lee-way with how he talks about everyone.

8. what is your theory for their crime? if there is general consensus on it in the fandom, do you have any other, not-so-widely-accepted thoughts on it?

I generally do believe in the consensus that Fuuta was part of some sort of online 'purist' group- named 'the dark triad,' very ironic name you guys- and seemed to start a campaign on Killcheroy that led to her death- with him doxxing her at some point due to how close she lived to him. I'm not entirely sure on the importance of Rumerie as of now, but I can say for certain that he is important- I mean, the graffiti in Backdraft is literally both Fuuta and Rumerie's online names intertwined- but he's important in some aspect that I just haven't figured out yet.

...While I don't have much evidence for it, I think my major divergence from common consensus is that Killcheroy did not commit suicide. If there's anything that's been obvious symbolism in this series, it's that it uses the practice of taking off your shoes before committing suicide to convey the action- please note that with Mahiru's boyfriend, Hinako, and Muu(Haruka does not participate in this, but he does have his atrocities against shoes). But notably, in Undercover:

Killcheroy Es has both their shoes on.

Undercover is a music video that definitely needs more examination(There originally was a Mikoto derailment here, but that's a different post), and this is one of those things- because Undercover doesn't lie- it might dramatize, such as showing Mahiru strangling Es while they stand in for her boyfriend, but that's in a way, right- Mahiru is here for the fact she directly led to her boyfriend's suicide. While you could argue and say that Fuuta has no idea what happened- and as such doesn't know if she committed suicide or not, as he says in Baptism of Fire:

I believe this is jumping to conclusions. We have to remember: Undercover is not Fuuta's song. It isn't even Es' song, they're just the conduit. This is the song of Milgram itself, I believe. And Milgram definitely is not restrained by real world law and theory. So far, all the bodies of Es as the victims roughly match to what happened- even Mikoto's, who is just plain unable to access the memory. So why would Fuuta's be different?

That argument aside, while I currently don't have a lot of basis for it as I'm still figuring out a lot of the details in Fuuta's case, I believe Killcheroy died from health complications exacerbated from stress- presumably a heart condition, as a lot of the blood in the Undercover art looks like it came from approximately the chest area. My evidence right now is that I made it the fuck up, sorry, but it's the main one I can think of since I really don't think she committed suicide.

[honeykaes]

What would Lyney do, if he sees you falling asleep, while writing your fanfics?

- 🪼💛

Hm, most likely he would see my deadpanned look at my screen fighting my eyelids and chuckle, telling me I’m pushing too hard.

I’d tell him to (playfully) fuck off since I’m trying to stay up and finish but because he’s also stubborn, he would close my laptop and pinch my cheeks, scolding me and ushering me into the bedroom to get ready for bed.

Lmaooo so there’s Lyney, huffing and puffing and scolding me while turning the shower on for me and starting my skincare routine when I just can’t help but sleepily chuckle and let him.

He’s a dork <3

send me selfship questions for lyney hehe

[g00-daddy]

Hey Pammy, how many siblings do you have now?

"Well, let's see." She hummed contently.

"There's Alvar n' Eleanor, Noel, Goldie, Sunny{Hunter}, Clips, Wasp{Hunter}, Hunter, n' one more but papa and Mimi said I can't meet them for 'nother 7 months still!"

[honey-lemon-goose]

I'm new to tumblr and I see a lot of my favorite writers ask to reblog, but I have no following whatsoever. So is there even a point for me to reblog?

There is always a point to reblog, just act like the "like" button doesn't even exist😌🙏 Following shouldn't matter my love!💛 Trust me, your favorite writer is going to be overjoyed to see a reblog instead of a like! Heck, half the reason I even have moots is because I made a simple recs list and gave my opinion on their fics! And that is just a recs list! Reblogging is so much more and so much better! It shows the writer how much you loved their work to reblog and give your opinion, even if it is just a simple keyboard smash! If anything, if you are too nervous to reblog send the fic my way and I'll read and reblog it for you!

It hurts to see writers having to constantly remind people to reblog, likes are honestly nothing and it doesn't bring the motivation that writers need, this site is free. Ultimately your favorite fic writer/ writers are doing this 100% for free, and not getting any interaction other than likes and empty reblogs is going to discourage them and they are going to leave tumblr all together.

I understand being too nervous to reblog or comment, but I stepped out of my comfort and made a little recs list and the joy it brought the writer's fics I recommended and the comments they have left under it showed me how important a simple reblog is. All the effort I put into responding to their comments could've been put into a reblog also! And that is what I am doing now! I am reblogging all of the fics I have put in my recs list and adding my opinion and praise!

But seriously having a following doesn't matter in my opinion, yes I get that having a following will help others find the fic but over time and having writers respond to your reblog will bring people to your page and follows will come!💛 ( I feel like this makes sense? I hope it does🥺😭 but really don't feel afraid to reblog but if you do send the fic and your thoughts in my ask box and I'll be more than happy to reblog for you!!!🙏💛) (Literally use and abuse my ask box with fics you want reblogged, not only will it bring your favorite writers joy it is also helping me and giving me more to read!🙏)

[non-stop-imagines]

Prettiest Smile in the Paddock

Request: May I request a writing piece with Daniel Ricciardo dating a black reader who has dimples, captivating smile, and he’s absolutely whipped yet horny for her. Every time he talks to you he focuses on your plump glossy lips and gets whipped when you laugh. Gets possessive of you whenever other men compliment your smile, it’s real pretty y’all LMAO, and he kisses you in front of them or leaves a few comments online. I like your works <3

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Black!Reader (@iamsamiira face claim)

Word Count: ~4.2k words; Some smau

Warning: Smut (fingering, slight voyeurism, p in v), Jealous Dom!Daniel, slight praise kink (not on purpose 😵‍💫), but like it's also kinda cute

A/N: Imma just say this right now, I say the word "horny" in the request and ran with it. Brain went feral. Thank you to the anon that sent in this request! It was SOO much fun to write. It's also been a while since I last wrote smut, so it took me a bit to get in the groove, but I think I made it work 😁. Anyway, hope you all enjoy! Love y'all!! 💖💛💖💛💖💛

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    “Y/n! I haven’t seen you in a while.” Max exclaims, hugging you once you finally reach him after walking across the large car filled showroom.

   "It's only been, like 3 months. And I've said hi to you a number of times through phone calls  and facetimes." You adjust your medium sized purse on your shoulder and cross your arms, looking around the large room.

   "Okay, yeah, sure. But that's nothing like seeing you in person." Max rests a hand on his hip and pushes the bill of his hat down a bit with his free hand.

   "True. We need to go on a group trip again. Me and Kelly have been talking about that for a while now." You mess with the high ponytail you had your braids in before quickly checking to see if you've gotten any texts from Daniel, which there was one.

Daniel

I'm almost there, love. Meeting ran late. 😘

Y/n

Okay, honeybun. See you soon ❤️

   "Was that Daniel?" Max nods towards your phone that you're stuffing back into your purse.

   "Yeah, he's running a bit late. He had a meeting early this morning." You fold your hands in front of you, checking your lavender colored manicured nails.

   "Wait, how did you get here then?" Max's question is accompanied by mild hand movements.

   "He got an Uber for me. I think he has plans for us after all of this so he didn't want both of us to have a car to drive from here." You allow your gaze to roam again over the various winning formula 1 cars lining the wall of the room.

   "What was the meeting for?" You attention was back on Max who has now decided to cross his arms.

   "To be honest, I have no idea. But he seemed pretty excited about it." You shrug, flashing a small grin to driver in front of you. The conversation varied from this point, hitting several different topics while waiting for the Q&A to be set up and for Daniel to finally arrive. When he does he spots you but doesn't approach you yet. He greets people without actually looking at them because he's watching you interact with Max. Watching your plump glossed lips move to continue some running joke between you and Max, and the smile they create when you guys begin to laugh. He typically loves the sight and sound of you laughing, in fact he still does in this moment, but it's the fact that it is not him as the cause of such sight that irks him. The debrief he was being given about the Q&A was a small buzz in his ear as he continued to get even more hot and bothered at the sight before him. Smiling. Talking. Grinning. Laughing. Touching… A small touch to Max's arm, seeing your soft manicured hands touch another man, even if it is, no, especially because it is one of his best friends, sends him over the edge.

   "Mhmm, yeah. One sec." He give the person talking to him a brush off and stalks toward you and Max. You didn't even realize he was there until Max's attention shifted briefly to right over your right shoulder, but it still didn't stop you from jumping slightly at the sudden feeling of Daniel's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly close to him.

   "Oh, hi baby! When did you get here?" You shimmy your right arm from between your two bodies and mess with his hair, seeing that his curls have gotten a bit long.

   "A minute ago." He silently nods a hello to Max, eyeing him a bit two long.

   "How was the meeting?" You finally rest your hand on his chest, his attention still on Max.

    "Fine. I'll tell you about it at dinner." He finally tears his gaze away from Max and places it on you, causing something to stir inside him. That grin he was envying was now for him. Your doe-like eyes pulling him in. The sight of you alone never fails to make his dick jolts a little, so being this close to you now, along with the added possessiveness he was feeling at the moment, he knew that there would be something he would need to hide when he finally sat down for the Q&A.

   "Well, I think they're ready for us." Max breaks Daniel's intense transfixion on you, prompting a fierce side eye from him that is really only visible from your angle.

    Daniel didn't truly respond to Max's word. He instead responded to the interruption caused by his words. So he first nodded, turning his head slightly to look at him, and then, with his large, spread out tattooed hand, he reaches around to take a firm yet gentle hold of the nape of your neck in order to guide you into a passionate, possessive kiss. A kiss that let anyone paying attention know in no uncertain terms that you were his. He made it a point to take in your full bottom lip, to push his tounge into your mouth and allow the two of your tongues to dance together. You were shocked initially but soon fell into the kiss that lasted another approximate 10 seconds before Daniel finally retracted, using his thumb to wipe of the corner of his mouth while maintaining eye contact with you, before finally giving a verbal answer to Max's comment. "Well, let's go then." He turned on his heels and left headed back towards the woman who was previously debriefing him. What you and Max didn't see after he turned around was a dark expression that settled on his face briefly and him quietly muttering to himself "That'll show the fucker." Before he eventually regained his composure once he got back to the woman.

   "What the fuck was that?" Max was just as stunned as you were, both of you just watching as Daniel now cheerfully interacts with the people running the Q&A.

   "I have no idea." Sure you were confused, and you absolutely wanted to be mad, but there was absolutely no negative feeling that could negate the pooling warmth forming between your legs. What in the world has gotten into Daniel?

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   Daniel was glad that the Q&A was on a couch with pillows, because watching you behind the camera, laughing at his off handed jokes, smiling at heartfelt answers. Every once in awhile, he has to reel his attention back in. It was whenever he starting thinking about the curve of your lips, your dimples that appear beneath the corner of your mouth. The inability to take his eyes off of your beauty is what drew him to you a year and a half ago, which also meant that he had to endure seeing that laugh and that smile be pointed towards the actions of his colleague.

   So that was what was playing in his head the entire drive to the restaurant for dinner. He did engage with you during the drive, joking about the day and the interview, but the entire time he was stewing. It has never been this bad, his possessiveness over you, but he ultimately chalked it up to you two not having been physically in each other's presence for 3 weeks. All he wanted was to be near you, to have all of your attention, and having to share it today was excruciating. But now he was here, you sitting pretty across the table, a large part of him wishing you were in his lap instead, but you being across from him allows him to keep a devilish side of him that seems to be dominating today at bay for a moment

   "So, the meeting? What was it about?" You place your chin on the back of one hand that had the elbow resting on the table as your other hand brought your wine glass to your face. The action had your lips perching perfectly on the rim, leaving a beautiful stamp of them with your pink tinted lip gloss when you do remove the glass from your mouth. Daniel shifts in his seat uncomfortably when he feels his pants tighten.

   “Oh, uh, yeah. I think it went well. Jist of it was, uh… I think I’m gonna have a race seat next year.” The bright smile that he flashes you makes your heart swell, but also turns on your protective mode for a second.

   “‘You think’ as in they said maybe or…” You gave him a knowing grin, waiting for the answer that you have anticipated all day.

   "I absolutely have a seat next year." You fail at stifling a squeal that emerges from your excitement as you get up from your seat and fall into Daniel's waiting lap, wrapping your right arm around the back of his neck and using your left hand to squeeze his cheeks to manually pucker his lips for a kiss, selfishly using this moment to rub your thumb over his handsome stubble.

   "I'm so proud of you, you know that? I never doubted it though. You're too good and you love this sport too much for you to stay out of it too long." You allow your eyes to roam over his face which displayed obvious intoxication, not only from the alcohol served to the two of you but also by your scent. Your face. Your weight on his lap and the feeling of your butt on his crotch. You two stay this way for a moment, just admiring each other, but when you move to get up, Daniel hooks his arms around your waist to keep you in place. "What?"

   "I did want to talk about something else, and I think it's best we discuss it like this." His hand begins to slowly rub over your dress, up and down your waist. "You know how much I've missed you the last couple of weeks?" 

   "Of course, baby. And I've missed you too. Facetiming wasn't nearly enough." You lean into his body slightly, fingers combing through his grown out hair as you hold an innocent gaze with his eyes. Your smile was gone and was instead replaced with the resting pucker your lips normally have.

   "Exactly. So you'll understand when I say that seeing you share that smile…your smile... your laugh…with Max, it made me feel a certain way." His hand has abandoned your clothed waist and has now moved to your thigh, pushing up the fabric of your short, pastel lavender milk maid style dress in order to have full contact with your skin.

   "What way?" Your eyebrows scrunched together ever so slightly as you begin to scratch his scalp with your nails, causing him to have to hold back a moan.

   "Like I had to do something to show him that that smile you were giving him was mine. That you pretty little face is all mine." His hands travel higher to play with the hem of your underwear as his eyes grow darker and more lustful.

   "Well you sure did that." You shift on his lap a bit, reacting to the wetness producing between your legs and due to your boyfriend's words and the location of his hand. 

   "What I did today was the kid friendly version." He stops his hand to lean closer to your ear. "If I could've fucked you right there to show everyone you are mine, I would've." These words nearly ruin your underwear as you are shocked by the raunchiness of your boyfriend. He's always been pretty goofy and horny like a teenager, but this domineering side, this was new. You were too stunned by his words to respond in the moment, eyes widening before looking around the empty restaurant patio.

   "Daniel, what the-" You didn't intend to finish the expletive, but you were never given the chance, jumping at the hem of your underwear being snapped on your ass.

   "Shh, still my turn, love." Daniel taps your upper thigh like nothing just happend, and you lean your upper body back so you can get a full visual of his face, a mischievous grin and raised eyebrow looking up at you from your perched position. "So, basically what I'm saying is that seeing you be oh so friendly with my colleague made me feel 'a certain way' to the point where I had to hold a pillow to my lap for dear life."

   "I see…" You work to hold back a laugh, instead producing a strained grin that so beautifully accentuates your dimples, further making Daniel's point.

   "That! That pretty face right there! How could a person in their right mind share that pretty face?" He runs his hand along your thigh again, examining the glow of your brown skin under the string lights on the patio. Your beauty does things to cloud his mind, but he eventually gets back aboard his train of thought. "The point I'm trying to make is that I think someone need to be punished for what I had to go through today, and Max isn't here so…." His finger was back at the hem of your underwear, tugging lightly.

   "Me, huh?" You were now raising your eyebrow at Daniel, unsure of what was about to ensue. He nods at you and hums an affirmation.

   "Yeah, sorry sweetheart." He cranes his neck upwards a bit to capture your lips in a loving kiss that's followed by a few pecks, before initiating what neither of you expected to be a long night. "We're gonna start with these. Go on to the restroom and take them off for me, love." His sweet smile was a stark contrast to the nature of his request, but you obey, getting up from his lap and heading to the bathroom and returning a few minutes later, stealthily placing your underwear Daniel's out stretched hand. When you go to sit back down, crossing your legs as the night air hits your pussy.

   "Happy?" You squint your eyes at him as you finish the bit of wine that was in your glass.

   "Yes. But I would watch the attitude if I were you. We're just getting started." This was the understatement of the year. Once you guys were done with dinner, he purposefully took extra long interacting with people that came up to him, causing you to squirm due to your covered up indecent exposure, and the slickness producing between your thighs because of the situation. What especially doesn’t help your situation is when one fan of his, male and obviously more excited to see Daniel than anything else in the immediate vicinity, takes the time, once he noticed that you were there as well, to say “Y/n! My girlfriend loves you! She always talks about how pretty your smile is and now seeing it in person I understand why.” You could feel Daniel’s eyes burning into you and the guy during the very short interaction and when you agree to take a selfie for the guy to be able to show his girlfriend and we're unsurprised when he rushed you to the car afterwards. Once he pulled away from the restaurant and began the drive home everything was fairly normal when looking at conversation alone. The topics were normal and like any other conversation, Daniel worked hard to make you laugh until your sides hurt. But inbetween the laughing and the talking, the moments when silence reigned supreme is when Daniel took the opportunity to torture you again, running his hand up your thigh, brushing against your exposed pussy. The closer to home he got, the more impatient he got, which meant the longer his hand would linger, even providing the occasional rub to your clit, making you hips buck and gravitate toward the source of the feeling. "Patience, love. Patience."

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   After was felt like an eternity, Daniel finally had the car parked and you guys were making your way inside, still giggling about whatever the mundane topic was before exiting the car, but once you got inside, there was an obvious shift in the air which caused you to turn your attention to Daniel. 

   "You ready to continue your punishment, hun?" He presents you with a scheming grin, crossing his arms briefly before unhooking them and instructing you. "You can take that off, then come to the bedroom." He turns on his heels and walks in the direction of the bedroom, not giving you a moment for rebuttal, but you still do so anyway.

   "Don't I get a say in this?" You protest to his back, yourself unmoving.

   "No." Is all that comes from the stairs that head up toward the bedroom, which is then followed by some more instruction. "You can leave the clothes there." With him out of the room you knew that what little protesting you have done has probably increased whatever was coming your way so you just follow directions, first slipping off your sneakers, then removing your dress, and small burst of surprise when you see your underwear already gone, leaving your bra as the last item of clothing before you were fully nude and making your way upstairs, stopping at the entryway to the bedroom, seeing him seated on the ottoman bench in front of the bed. "There's my pretty girl." The smile he gave upon seeing you in the doorway oozed with genuine, undefiled love for the person he was looking at, making you shrink a bit under his admiring gaze, crossing your arms over your chest and hunching your shoulders slightly. "Aww, don't do that. Come here." Daniel coos your way, patting his lap. You make your way over and take a seat, both of you unbothered by the way you were already creating a wet spot on his pant leg. "You're beautiful, you know that?" He looked up at you from from where you sat with an immense amount of longing and concentration, eyes very obviously scanning every inch of your face.

   "Yes, I do. But I still love to hear it from you." You give him a bright grin, flaunting your dimples, flattery clearly painted on your face.

   "God, I hate that I have to share you with anyone. I wish I could just have you to myself all the time." His hands begin to roam around your body and then starts a direct trek up your leg, over your thigh, dipping inbetween before continuing up your abdomen and finally finding a home on your breast, eyes neglecting to meet yours.

   "Well, I can't help that completely, but I do know that you have me to yourself right now.” You subconsciously squeeze your thighs together, satisfying the underlying need for contact between your legs as you wait for whatever is to come your way.

   “You’re right. You’re always right, my love.” The mushy grin stays stagnant on his face. “Get up on the bed, baby.” He tips his head to the bed behind you two, and you obediently oblige to his words.

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   “Ah, fuck Daniel!” You reach and grab the wrist of the hand that belonged to the two fingers moving in and out of you. “I-I can’t. I can’t.”

   “Yes you can, baby. Just cum for me one more time.” Daniel coos in your ear. He was still fully clothed, lying on his side, using his fingers to make the most obscene noises come from your pussy.

   “Please-fuck-I think two is enough.” You whine, basically pleading for your life. You just get a maniacal chuckle in return.

   “I think you can give me three.” You whine to his response. “Oh come on, pretty girl. Where’s that lovely smile of yours? You shared it with everyone else today. It’s my turn.” Daniel slows his moving fingers to a stop and removes them, sucking you off of them before using them to languidly rub circles on your clit, winning a gasp from your full, parted lips. No words come to your brain to respond to his words, the change in sensation bringing you closer to Daniel’s goal. He varies the pressure and speed of his actions in response to the reactions you have. Your words flee further and further from your brain as you get closer and closer to cumming for the third time, hips bucking into his hand as weak strings of profanities drip from your lips. Finally, a feeble attempt of a smile graces your face as convulsions take over your hip movements, allowing your third orgasm of the night to over take you, surprised by the feeling of fingers being removed from you, not remembering when Daniel reinserted them, and then your head being cradled into his clothed chest. “There’s that smile.” He just holds you close to him and caresses your tired out body, praising you. “You took your punishment so well, pretty girl.” He caressed your ponytail and placed a kiss on your flushed brown forehead. He truly had nothing more planned, ready to just call it a night, so one can understand his surprise when he finally hears your voice.

   “Daniel, I need you.” It was simple. Short. All you could think of at first, but when you don’t hear a response you speak up again. “I need to feel you. Please.” You start to press your hands up his abdomen, beginning to exposed the various tattoos on his upper body.

   “Whatever my pretty girl desires.” Daniel finally responds with a content smile and proceeding to remove his own clothes.

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    “You take my dick so well, pretty girl.” Daniel pauses his rhythmic thrusting and uses the thumb of his free hand to massage your clit, his other hand holding your right leg vertical. You lightly whimper to his praise, simultaneously loving and regretting your momentary increase in libido that was the cause of this round. 

   “Move, please.” Your word are weak and come out like a moan, but Daniel just keeps massaging your clit, grinning down at you.

   “Not until you give me a smile, honeybun.” His words were sing songy, and the movement of his thumb begins to slow, causing slight panic in you that prompts a weak, forced smile to be produced. “Good girl.” He thrusts once shocking a groan from you. “And it better stay there.” And so you attempt to hold your smile with each thrust that is occasionally combined with the massaging of your clit, expletives interrupting your disposition every once in a while. “Ah, ah fuck. That’s my pretty smile. Mine. Who’s smile is that?” He jolts his hips once and stops, waiting for your answer.

   “Yours. Your smile.” Your groaned words were harsher, voice becoming hoarse from the noises you have been making all night.

   “That’s right, my love. Good girl.” He continues to move his hips again, leaning forward a bit, changing his angle inside you and adding a delightfully painful stretching sensation to your hamstring that you did not expect to push you closer to another orgasm. “You gonna cum again, sweetheart? Do it. Cum for me.” His words weren’t anything extremely special, but the force they were said with. The fact that he was demanding you. The throaty groan of his voice. That is what pushed you over the edge. The furthest over the edge you’ve gone all night. So far over the edge that it resulted in Daniel’s torso being soaked and his dick being squeezed by the repeating orgasmic spasms of your pussy, driving him to his own end, cumming into the condom wrapped around him and then dropping onto the bed next to you. Once you both come down from your highs Daniel gets up to dispose of the used condom in the bathroom, but before he exits, you hear the bathtub faucet turn on before he returns. “Come on, love. I’ll clean this up. You go get in that bath. You’ll no doubt be sore after all I put you through. Sorry about that, by the way. I have no idea what got into me.” He helps you out of bed and over to the bathroom.

   “Don’t apologize it was hot. You’re cute when you're jealous.” You giggle, accepting the help since your legs still felt like jelly.

   “Oooh, you shouldn’t have told me that, honey.” He kisses your temple before stopping the water and helping you into the warm bath.

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   The next day was more filming for youtube videos around the Milton Keynes campus for all three Red Bull drivers, Checo being able to be a part of everything today after his travels were held up the day before. At some point they found themselves conversating between takes.

   “So, where’s Yn today? After what Max told me happened yesterday, I expected to see her tied to you or something.” Sergio jokes, taking a swig from his water. Daniel just nervously chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.

   “To be honest, I didn’t expect for her to be able to walk today.” Max chimes in, giving Daniel a knowing grin.

   “She’ll be fine by this afternoon, I think.” Before the other two could respond to his innuendo, the three were being called back to film, the topic thankfully dropping as he checks the text he got from you just before the break.

Y/n 

The soreness has gone down enough for me to slowly make it to the kitchen to get some cereal for breakfast.

Daniel

It’s noon.

Y/n

Shut up, this is your fault. 🤬

Daniel

Love you. ❤️

   He tucks his phone away, only thinking about how excited he was to see you later.

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[dcxdpdabbles]

Hi ^-^! Just want to start off with saying I adore your writing so much, and it really helps to bright my day no matter how many times I read your work. I love the way you write the relationships between all the characters. You are one of [if not my top] favorite DCxDP author ever!

I also have a question for you, though you don't have to answer

Are you okay with people making inspired works from your stories?

I ask because I really love your stories "Cave Boy" and "Congratulations! It's Triplets!" so much and I'd love to write my own fanfics with loosely the same themes, but I don't want to start writing or note taking without your permission due to you being my inspiration, and I have too high of respect for you not to ask 💛💛💛

I'd like to end with saying thank you for being such an inspiration to me -not just with the fanfics inspired by you- but writing in general, you've really helped me find my love for writing again. From the bottom of my heart thank you!

- 🧸🍯 anon

sjdfvnsdjhfgvhshfg this was so SWEET AND CUTE TO READ

That was honestly so sweet of you to say, and it made me smile too big when I read it. I'm glad you like my work and that it inspired you.

But yes, go right ahead! I would love to read whatever you write, too. Please link me or tag me whenever it publishes. If this lovely ask is any indication, I say you are already a great writer.

[kryptonitejelly]

I know we’re all super deep in our feels for college flyboy Jake 😭❤️ like so so deep in them. I love this mans

What about some head cannons for a date to a fair with him? Maybe during highschool or college? Followed by a super cute sleepover night or maybe even another one of those infamous almosts?

I feel like he’d be putting his hoodie on you, winning you the prizes, going on the rides just for an excuse to hold your hand (let’s be real he’s holding your hand the whole time), splitting all of the yummy fair food and insisting on winning at least one little stuffie for you. And maybe even swaying under the carnival lights dancing to the local band? Oh oh oh and then to go home to whichever house is closer, stopping at the diner on the way there and stumbling in giggling and laughing?? And then he cups your cheek and almost kisses you but his mom or someone walks in, he’s got you between him and the wall and his mom just chuckled to herself, noting the way your hands had curled on his chest and his hoodie wrapped around tou, or the little way when you’re startled you jump right into his arms and he doesn’t even think about it before sliding them around you?? Even if he’s annoyed he was interrupted, you flustered is so adorable to him he can’t help but feed off of that too???

I’ve been over here loving all of the flyboy head cannons the past day or two 💛💛💛 thank you for blessing my notifications and my brain with all of this perfection and cuteness

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HNGSJDKFJDKDJSKSJ 🍯 anon, my beloved, your brain 🥺

Context: Flyboy - college, because i love college Flyboy sm

Ok but imagine, you are both back on break from college, and you are slightly mopey because of some guy that you weren’t really dating, but were kinda seeing, ending things with you. Jake is happy of course - because c’mon, and that guy really was taking too much of his time with you, away from him + he was kinda a jerk.

Jake drags you out to the fair that night, practically bursts into your room (your mother let him in), and drags you out, just you. He doesn’t even let you grab your wallet or phone, just forces you out the door with him. You both end up strolling to the fair, because it is a nice night out, and you both are back on break with not much else to do anyway.

“C’mon sweetheart, are you going to just keep moping?”

“M not moping.”

“I’ll make sure you aren’t moping by the end of tonight.”

Once you reach the fair, Jake is dragging you towards the rights, not giving you a chance to say anything. He has you screaming on the rides in minutes, your hair flying in the wind, laughing, hand gripping his. Jake doesn’t let go after that, taking the opportunity to drag you by the hand from ride to ride, insisting that you grabbed him first and now he can’t let go, because what if you get scared again. He sneaks a look at you after you have taken practically all the rides there - eyes bright, slightly winded, he thinks you are just beautiful.

Your hands are now cold, from the wind on the grounds and Jake shrugs off his hoodie in an instant, draping it over your shoulders. You shimmy your hands in, and he zips you up.

“Want one of those weird bear things?”

“As if you could win one.”

“Easily.”

“Go on then.”

“If I win one you owe me.”

“Win one first.”

Jake does win one - and he proudly deposits the teddy in your hands.

He gets you both mini doughnuts and a sugary slushie, and you are both perched on the grass splitting the food between you, when Jake suddenly dusts off his hands and stands.

“Dance with me.”

“What?”

“C’mon.”

You look around and everyone is dancing to the tunes of the live band, under the twinkling fairy lights - couples, groups friends, so you oblige.

The band starts to play Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls and you plop your head on Jake’s shoulder, face turned in towards his neck.

“I love this song.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”

He has you swaying in his arms to the tune, and you let it wash over both of you.

“Me too,” he says, and you you miss the look he has on his face, all soft, and looking down at you - which you don’t notice at all.

You both end up stopping by the diner on the way back, you are in his hoodie, teddy tucked under your arm, Jake is telling some joke and you are not moping anymore - you are giggling like a loon as you both stumble in. You order fries and a soda to split, just like high school. Your favourite waitress is on shift that night and she is so happy to see you both.

“Well isn’t it my favourite couple of kids? You kids went to the fair?”

“We did.”

“He win you that bear?”

“He did.”

“She owes me for it.”

She just laughs at you both, and winks at Jake, “well then you better stake your claim” - obviously even her words have a double meaning because as usual, everyone knows but you and Jake.

You both end up walking back home after polishing off the fries and soda, and end up sitting on the front patio of Jake’s house, both leaning against the wall under the window, legs stretched out in front of you.

“Thanks for dragging me out tonight. I needed it.”

Jake just hums in acknowledgement and you both sit in silence.

“You’re beautiful, you know that right.” He says suddenly, because he knows (because you tell him everything, regardless) about what went down with that guy. It had made him sooo mad, because he had told you something along the lines of how he didn’t think it was going to work out because you weren’t his type of beautiful.

“Uh-huh.”

“I mean it”

“You don’t have to tell me that just to make me feel better.”

“Hey look at me,” Jake is turning to face you now, slipping a hand under your jaw, and cupping your face, forcing you to look at him. And you suddenly find yourself looking into the most serious, deep pools of green. “I’m not just saying that to make you feel better, you are beautiful. He is just a blind asshole.”

“Jake,” you laugh, dismissively, but he holds your head gently but firmly.

“I mean it.” And something about the way he is saying it, looking into your eyes makes you gulp.

“Okay.” Your voice is suddenly softer, and you see Jake’s eyes flicker from your lips and he suddenly drops his voice, changing the topic.

“So, I won you that bear.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I think you owe me,” he turns to look at you.

“Okay….”

Jake doesn’t say anything else, but he leans an inch in, and you still, your eyes going down to his lips this time.

Aaaaand the door bangs open before you either of you can do or say anything more. You huddle forward, and Jake immediately slides his other arm around you, the hand cupped on your cheek pulling your head into his chest.

“Hi kids,” Grace emerges from the front door, taking in the situation, and she just smiles / smirks, “hope I wasn’t disturbing anything?”

She takes it alllll in, the slight sheepishness on both your faces, and annoyance on Jake’s, but also the way you both are just drawn in to each other, and how her son is in protective mode, shielding you from his own mother out of all people.

“No,” Jake mumbles, and he reluctantly but slowly extracts himself from you.

“No-nothing,” you stammer / mutter - clearly waaaay more flustered than Jake as you twist your hands in your lap.

“Why don’t you both come on it, it’s getting a bit chilly out.” Grace almost sings out, stifling a laugh as she walks back in, leaving the door wide open. Jake stands up, and offers you a hand, which you take. He pulls you up, and see you glance down at his lips again, your eyes slightly dazed, expression clearly still flustered. It makes him melt inside - all he wants to do, is grab your face and kiss you silly before his mother interrupted but you rush past him into the house and he just sighs — the fact that you were just getting over some guy suddenly invading his thoughts and bothering him >:(

He follows you in, raking a hand through his hair, biting back a sigh.

You both end up watching a movie and falling asleep on Grace Seresin’s living room couch, and she sees this as she passes the both of you. It makes her smile, leaning against the door frame, just looking at you, head on Jake’s shoulder, his head on yours, your legs stretched out in front of you, balanced over his, your hand clutching the strange stuffed bear which she just knows he has won for you, his hoodie still over your frame.

You both were idiots, but idiots that she loved dearly.

She takes a picture and sends it to your mother, who receives it and just smiles as well.

[g00-daddy]

Hey Pammy, who's your role model/idol? Who do you wanna be like when your older?

"Easy!"

"When I get big I'ma be jus like my big brober Noel!" She beamed proudly, no hint of hesitation in her voice. "He's big n' strong, n' tinkers with his smarty pants stuff, n' he's a really good healy witch! I wanna be jus like that! Help people, n' make glyph thingies, n' fix all the boo-boos!"

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[honey-minded-hivemind]

Heya,

Me again (❤️ anon) and I just read your dream post (funny that after you wish me good dreams about the platonic yanderes that you end up having one 😊) and I was just wondering a few things:

Is the reader part of this story as well? If yes, what “group” are they in? Are they part of the younger kids?

If so, is there anything like inter-personal (not talking about romance more so like, who’s best friends with who? Who knows who since childhood? Just stuff like that)

And lastly, I really like the idea of like the different cliques of people, like the jocks (Scott vibes), theater kids (I kind of get Kurt from that), the "delinquents with a heart of gold” (obviously Logan). Also, I have this scene of reader maybe being a new student at the school and maybe getting picked on/bullied by someone - probably the humans or something if this is also a mutant!au - and Logan or one of the others just being like: “that’s a pup right there, not letting someone walk all over them” and basically taking them under their wing

Feel free to answer or ignore or whatever. I love the idea ❤️ (Also, I’ve started writing the little 🖤 dark au scene)

-❤️ Anon

Yep is rather funny, isn't it, ❤ Anon?😂😅 To answer your questions:

• Yes, Reader is definitely a part of the story as well! And yes, they are part of the younger kids! I'm going to say they are the youngest, actually, and are part of the school due to having higher grades or more potential? compared to most of their old schoolmates/classmates...

• Some of them have known each other since childhood! Victor and Logan are brothers (Logan did get amnesia or his memories blurred, though; Victor is his protective and obsessed older sibling/friend), Kurt and Rogue are adopted/step siblings (it happened a few years ago), Wanda and Pietro are Erik's kids, but are kinda... adopted or were government experiments, they're friends with Lance and Todd and Fred, as well as Evan... Scott and Jean were best friends, and still are, just getting romantic with each other, Kitty, Kurt, and Evan are a friend trio, a qunituplet if you add Pietro and Todd/Toad, the Brotherhood form a small group at times, so do the X-Kids and older X-Teens, Warren and Hank and Bobby are buddies and lab partners, etc. ... So, a lot of them do get along and have little groups and dynamics, it just can get a bit confusing who knows who, and how they know each other😅😊

• And yeah, there are some cliques, they aren't as pronounced, but they are there. It IS a mutant au, good eye! There are a few human students, too, and they can be a bit of a pain... And... there is a dark side to the campus, lurking beneath the calmer school exterior. Look too deep, and you can't go back to how things were... And yep! Reader ends up as a target, being younger (like, fourteen years old or the youngest fifteen year old there) and having a mutation, possibly an odd one or one that isn't really seen or known, paints a target on them... Then they're such a kind and empathetic person to the teens such as Logan or Scott or Storm, and suddenly they're all protective over Reader. That is THEIR emotional support child/pup/gremlin, pick on someone else, or better yet, face THEM-

(If you have any more questions, or if anyone else has questions, please, again, feel free to ask! I am not doing requests right now, but I can do short things like explanations, world-building, character discussions and backstories, as well as backstory and hints as to what is going with the school/campus...😊💛💕)

Thank you for asking, ❤ Anon! (Would you like a nickname?) (We have Bee or 🐝, Honeybee or 🍯🐝, or Hiveling or 🧪🐝)

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@kimsmuse 😉who is beyond a friend and also a recommendation for yandere lovers

@snowflakewhispers MY OPHELIA ❄️❄️❄️❄️THE deobiblr queen like I CANNOT EVEN START!!! SHES ALL ABOUT THAT QUALITY SMUT AND SHES THE BEST AT BRAINSTORMING IT

@winterchimez @sungbeam @stealanity @i520cm deoboyznet besties!! Also honorary promo follow @deoboyznet if u want tbz content!!!

@zzoguri AAAAAH MY FUNNIEST FAVE. MY BABY!!! My 03 bestie!!! Also a really really good writer??? The kind that I've never seen before in deobiblr they are 1 of a kind!!!!!! Also soooo funny you don’t even understand

@littleroaes 💛🐠☀️🍋my Dora my yellow!!! My light!!!! Darling girl 💗💞💝💞💘💞 so creative n kind to her own creations and just so *intelligent* with her thoughts she kills me all the time she's the BEST

@neo-deobi who I brainstorm with most weeks!! Like a close friend I catch up with every few days... 😘

@sanniedaysmarsnights literally soooo smart n kind n my fave!!! <333 thank u for the brainstorms n everything in between

@heemingyu FUNNY STORY ITS LIKE WE'RE MEANT TO BE😍😍 WE WERE SENDING EACH OTHER ANONS BEFORE STARTING TO BE FRIENDS!!! AAAAAAA

@filthykpopmulti my sweet lisa🍯🍯haha she prefers the moon emoji but I think she's perfect as a honeypot. So sweet and cute and smart!! Bestest kindest friend you could have!!!

In conclusion:

FOLLOW @deoboyznet

[signedkoko]

Howdy hey, Insomiac reader x husk sender here, just sayin i loved how you wrote it💛💛 and was wondering if you're willing to write some angst with Husk post extermination with a amnesiac reader who got hit in the head somehow.

And if you dont mind im prolly gonna mark myself as this 🍯

Hi honey anon!!

That request was so sweet, thank you so much for putting it through! However, as my bio indicated my requests are currently closed. I've emptied it while I work on a special gift for everyone to enjoy 🖤

But I've added you to my pinned!! Excited to get more requests from you!

[prpfs]

Hello honeypots 🍯

I’m in search of role-players for these fandoms:

Marble Hornets

Detroit: Become Human

The Evil Within (Either Game)

Call Of Duty (Either Game)

Until Dawn

Hogwarts Legacy

A little about me: I’m 24. I’m a descriptive writer. I will send 10 paragraph replies and 7 will be my max limit. I prefer 3rd person format. I’m comfortable with NSFW and dark themes. OCs are very much welcomed. Double up rps I prefer but not necessary.

Heart this post and I’ll reach out to you 🐝🍯💛

give a like and anon will get back to you