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What a cool cat
#keese draws#oc posting#furry#furry art#furry oc#oc#ocs#oc art#first art post on the new blog babeyyyy#I’m still so sleepy tired tho a combined 13 hours of driving will do that to you fjdhfjdh#also idk if it shows but I’ve been trying a new sketching style recently!#oh ya and my family is on vacation rn so expect me to be a bit tired sounding a lot lol#I’m already soooo drained and we’ve bared done anything#but! I got to eat some REALLY good shrimp so hashtag winning#I think we’re going to eat at another place before we go home and I think they have shrimp too so I’m excited#I’m hoping they have breaded shrimp since the last shrimp was rly rly good but I’m in the mood for a good crunch#also tried some clam chowder for the first time and it was ok#I think I would have liked it more if I had smth good to dip in it#we also had lobster and it was so flavorless my dude like wow#but the stake that came with it was rly good and we also got some yummy desert#first time I’ve ever not hated a cheesecake so I’d say it was good#speaking of yummy food tonight we’re having a beef roast and I’m sooo excited it’s one of my favorite meals#I’ve been smelling it for the past several hours I’m going to destroy those potatoes yummy yum#ok enough
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Kinktober - {Day Five} {<- kinktober masterlist}
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{Stefan Salvatore x F!Reader} Request {Anon}: I was thinking smth along the lines of Stefan coming home hoping to find reader awake, but instead they’d gone to bed without him. He’d been riled up for most of the day and was waiting to come to them to satisfy that, and seeing as he and reader had previously discussed the possibility of trying out sex while sleeping he thought this could be a good opportunity to test the waters. This was just my first thought for the plot, but it’s totally up to you!
1.5k words - Kinks: Stefussy being Stefussy, somnophilia (consensual), breeding kink & praise kink...
Another chaotic day in Mystic Falls had finally come to a close and Stefan was exhausted. He couldn't wait to get home, pour himself a glass of bourbon and spend the rest of the evening cuddled up next to you. It's been so long since the two of you have been able to have some alone time, and he was going to savor every second of it.
When Stefan walked into the boarding house, it was completely dark, not a single light was on, but he could hear your soft breaths from your shared bedroom. When he walked up the stairs, he noticed that the door was slightly cracked.
He entered the bedroom quietly, taking off his shirt and pants, throwing them in the laundry basket and then walked over to the bed. He smiled when he saw you, curled up under the blankets, your hands tucked under your head. He pulled back the covers, revealing the fact that you were only wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties.
A few nights ago, after a glass of wine or two, you and Stefan talked about what the other liked. You told him that you were curious about trying sex while you were sleeping. You said you thought it would be hot, not knowing what was going to happen to you while you slept.
He knew this was the perfect opportunity to fulfill your fantasy. So he gently ran his fingers up your thighs, enjoying the feeling of your warm, soft skin. He slipped his hand underneath your shirt, cupping one of your breasts in his hand and gently massaging it, his thumb brushing over your nipple, making it pebble. You let out the softest little whimper, and it went straight to Stefan's cock.
"Let's get you out of these," he whispered, tugging on the hem of your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs, and tossing them on the floor. "Such a good girl for me, baby."
You let out a quiet sigh, shifting slightly in your sleep and rubbing your thighs together, seeking any sort of friction. He placed his hand on your knee, pushing your legs open slightly, slowly dipping his hand down towards your core.
"Stef...," you whimpered, letting out a soft moan when he brushed his fingers over your clit.
"I've got you, baby," Stefan whispered, he leaned against the headboard and pulled you closer, resting your back against his chest and wrapping an arm around your waist. Trying his best not to wake you just yet.
You whimpered, your hips bucking into his hand, and Stefan smiled. He was glad to know that even when you were sleeping, your body still reacted to him.
"I'm gonna open you up now, okay lovely?"
You nodded in your sleep, letting out another moan. Stefan dipped his fingers down to your cunt, gently pressing a finger into your pussy, and groaning at how tight you were. Your hips jerked and Stefan let out a deep breath, "such a good girl."
"More," you whined. Stefan grinned, gently adding a second finger, his cock getting impossibly hard as he watched his fingers slide in and out of you, your body accepting him so easily.
"God, I can't wait to get inside of you, darling. You feel so good around my fingers," Stefan praised. He continued fingering you, his hand on your hip keeping you in place as you squirmed and moaned, still in a half-asleep state.
After a few minutes, Stefan could tell you were getting close. He could see your brow furrowed in pleasure, and your mouth parted as you moaned. He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine and your eyes flutter.
"Stef..." You slowly opened your eyes, looking up at him, a dazed expression on your face.
"Hey, baby." He kissed you on the forehead. "I'm right here, you were so good, do you want more?"
You nodded, snuggling closer into his embrace. Stefan smiled, moving you so you were on your back again, and spread your legs open. He pushed your shirt up, and started licking and sucking on your breasts, his hand once again between your legs.
You giggled, running a hand through his hair, and tugging on the ends, "this is such a nice wake up call."
Stefan chuckled, "I'm glad."
He trailed kisses down your body, his lips leaving a wet trail along your skin. He had already gotten you so worked up, you didn't need any more teasing.
You tugged on his hair, pulling his lips from your stomach and bringing his mouth back up to meet yours, kissing him passionately. You wrapped a leg around his waist, trying to pull him closer.
Stefan let out a groan, kissing you back with as much fervor, grinding his cock against your core. You reached down, grabbing his length and positioning it at your entrance, trying to push him in.
"I've got you, sweetheart." Stefan broke the kiss, and slowly eased into you, the both of you moaning at the sensation.
He set a gentle pace, his hands slotting with yours, holding them above your head and interlacing your fingers with his. He was always so intense in the way he fucked you, but this was different. It was soft, and sweet, and slow, he wanted to make it last.
"Stefan," you whimpered. Your eyes fluttered shut and your hips moved to meet his thrusts.
"Open your eyes, baby. Look at me," Stefan whispered. You obeyed, opening your eyes, and gazing up at him. You could see all the emotions swirling around in his deep, green eyes, the way he was looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world, it was so intimate.
You leaned up, and kissed him, the kiss quickly deepening, as the two of you lost yourselves in the pleasure.
"You're too good for me," he groaned against your lips. "In another life, I would fill you with my babies, fuck, you'd look so good round with our child."
You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him closer, "keep talking."
Stefan growled, "you want that? Want me to fill your tight little pussy with my cum, until it takes root and grows a baby?"
You nodded, your cunt clenching around him at his words, "yes, yes. Fuck, I need it."
He groaned at your words, his hips stilling, and filling you with his cum. "Shit, sorry."
You smiled, "why are you apologizing? That was really hot."
Stefan's cock was still inside of you, his cum dripping out of your pussy and down your thighs, he could already feel himself getting hard again, and moved to pull out, only to be stopped by you, "you're not finished Mr. Salvatore," you smiled.
He smiled, his hands gripping your hips, and he thrusted into you again, making you gasp and moan, "that's a good girl, taking my cock so well, fuck."
You whimpered, gripping onto his shoulders, and grinding your hips into his. Stefan leaned down, pressing his lips against yours once more, groaning into your mouth.
"So full of my cum, being so good for me," he panted, his thrusts becoming erratic. You felt a warmth spread through you, and a familiar feeling starting to build in your core as he fucked you into the mattress.
He leaned back, his thumb grazing your clit, and pressing down, "come for me, baby."
You let out a low moan, your legs shaking as you came, his name falling from your lips, over and over again. Stefan groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck, and filling you once more.
You were both panting and covered in sweat, as you came down from your high. He placed gentle kisses all over your face, and stroked his hand through your hair.
"Are you okay, lovely?"
You nodded, leaning forward and resting your forehead against his, "I'm more than okay."
Stefan smiled, kissing you softly, before rolling onto his side, and pulling you into his arms. He placed a gentle kiss against your forehead, before snuggling into the blankets, and closing his eyes.
“Don't tell me you're tired,” you teased, a grin forming on your lips.
He let out a sleepy grunt, his arms tightening around your waist. “Shut up,” he mumbled, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
“That's so unfair Stef! Waking me up in the middle of the night, only to fall asleep and leave me alone.”
“Mmm, sorry,” he said, his voice muffled.
“It's okay, I'll forgive you if you give me one more round,” you whispered, leaning forward and pressing a kiss against his jaw.
“You're insatiable,” he muttered, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
You laughed, rolling him over, and straddling his hips, “maybe a little... But it's your fault,” you said, kissing him softly.
Stefan smiled, placing his hands on your hips, and squeezing gently, ready to please you in any way he could.
“That's alright with me.”
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➳ ROOKIE || leon kennedy x f!reader
warnings: oral sex (m!receiving), reader is the chief’s daughter (not irons!!)
word count: 1.4k
a/n: i’ve had this idea for a while now and i might write more for chief’s daughter!reader if people like it ?? this is more self indulgent smut than anything so writing a lil smth else with this pairing might be fun idk… but yeah. i need him so bad bro
“Fuck, we shouldn’t…” Leon can’t even finish his sentence.
He’s looking down at you, at where you’re rubbing your cheek against his clothed thigh like a cat. Your eyes are large, glistening saucers, and your lips, Christ, your lips…
“I want to,” You breathe, lifting a hand to fiddle with his belt. He’s hard already. He has been from the moment you plopped yourself in his lap while he was working at his desk and told him to just ‘pretend you weren’t there’. It was a trap, of course. How could he ever ignore you playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, the sweet scent of your perfume, the curve of your neck, bare to him and begging for his lips to latch there…
“What about your dad?”
“He’s not here.”
“He’s close by.”
Your hands pull down his trousers, and you press the softest of kisses to the skin just above the waistband of his boxers. “Then you’ll just have to keep quiet,”You pause, looking up at him. God. “Can you do that for me, gorgeous?”
A shaky breath falls from his plump lips as your mouth grazes where he needs you. He couldn’t push you away now. He thinks it might kill him to do so.
Leon nods, his stomach churning with anticipation. “Yeah, okay.”
“Okay.” You smile, gently pulling at his boxers. Sweet Leon — afraid of almost nothing, your father not included. It’s interesting, because he likes the rookie cop. Likes him a lot, actually.
Though maybe finding his daughter sank to her knees in front of him hidden away in the dark room might slightly decline the chief’s fondness of him.
Still, it’s fun like this. Stealing glances at him across the office while your dad tells you about his day. Telling your father you’ll wait for him to finish work in the reception hall and sneaking off to smother your boyfriend in affection. You still remember the first time you saw him. Fresh-faced and beautifully blond. Really, your father should’ve known taking on such a pretty face at the police department would distract you to no end. You simply had to have him.
And you do have him. Wrapped around your finger. Though, Leon could say the same. Maybe before him you wouldn’t even think to take such a risk, engaging in such obscene acts in the most precarious of places. But all Leon has to do is exist and you’re ready to drop to your knees in the blink of an eye.
Your thumb rubs circles on his left hipbone, your other hand dipping into his underwear and unsheathing his length. A lovely sigh escapes his lips as your hand envelopes his shaft.
Beads of pre-cum leak from the head of his cock; you squeeze your legs together at the sight, your tongue running across your bottom lip. Leaning forward, you press a kiss to his tip, painting your lips with the sticky substance.
“This for me?” You ask, meeting his eye as you lick your lips, relishing the salty taste.
His brows are furrowed, eyes heavy and watching your every move. His hips stutter as you rest your lips on his aching head, and he nods, dazed. “Always.”
You hum, satisfied with his answer, before tentatively running your tongue over him. Your hand gently pumps his cock, and Leon’s breathing only gets heavier, more laboured.
The more of him you take in your mouth, the easier it is for him to forget where he is. All he knows in this moment is you, your mouth, your teary eyes and gentle hands making a mess of him.
You push forward so his cock is nearing the back of your throat, hollowing your cheeks and coating him in saliva.
“Shit, you’re so good,” Leon says, pushing your hair away from your face. “You— fuck,” He cuts himself off, whimpering when he scrapes your throat. “You look so pretty.”
You look prettier, you want to say. But you can’t say much with his dick stuffed in your mouth.
Squeezing his hip affectionately, you bob your head back and forth, taking as much of him as you can now. His fingers wind through your hair, and you can’t help but moan around him when he tightens his grip. Perhaps he’s not the only one who likes his hair being pulled.
As you suck generously on his length, Leon’s shaky breaths begin to turn into desperate whines. Sounds you’d like to bottle up and keep forever. That only you get to hear, pleasure only you get to gift him.
Agonisingly slow, you remove your lips from him, a string of saliva still connecting your lips to the head of his cock. Your hand still strokes his length, but you let yourself instead look up and just admire your work for a moment. Leon’s head is resting against the wall, his Adam’s apple visible and just so kissable. His lips are parted and eyes shut, like he isn’t even here. Like he’s dreaming, like this kind of pleasure can’t possibly be real, like he can’t possibly feel as good as he does right now.
Of course, he notices the absence of your mouth on him, and he lifts his head after a few moments, looking down to see you staring right back at him. His head lulls to the side, eyeing your as if you’re his saving grace. You are.
“Need your mouth, pretty,” He says, his thumb running over your temple. “Please.”
If you had more time and less chance of getting caught, you’d maybe let him beg for a bit. Relish in his desperation, his sweet whimpers and flushed cheeks.
But his glistening baby blues crack you easily, and you feel it’d be a crime to deny him of anything right now, especially when he asks so nicely.
“Just wanted to look at you.” You kiss his inner thigh; it tenses under your lips.
Leon’s huffs a laugh, but the sound immediately gets caught in his throat when you give him what he wants. taking him into your warm mouth again. He’ll admit, it’s slightly exhilarating. Knowing anyone who wants to use the dark room could easily walk in on the scene he’s in now: the chief’s daughter on her knees with the rookie’s cock down her throat. It’s obscene and inappropriate and— God, you just feel so good.
These moments are rare, anyhow. Whether you’re busy with college assignments or he’s got a boatload of paperwork to complete, not to mention the issue is that your father — while a good man — is strict and does not tolerate any of his team being even a touch too friendly towards you. Leon’s affections, luckily, just flew under his radar. All in all, it’s difficult to find time to even see one another, nevermind, well… do this.
So he won’t say no when you whisk him away from his desk while no one’s looking, and press your lips to his as soon as you get him alone.
His length twitches on your tongue, and you know he’s close.
And well, he confirms this himself, pushing his hips forward and sighing heavily, “M’close, sweets. So fuckin’ close.”
His hand pulls your head back slightly by your hair, and you avert your eyes upward. They meet his own, stare piercing as your tongue circles his tip, as your swollen lips drag up and down him.
It doesn’t take long, admittedly, for Leon to come undone. Before you know it, a string of breathy expletives are falling from his lips, and warm seed shoots into your mouth. You guide him through his high, slowly moving your head back and forth as you milk him dry.
When he’s done, he pulls himself out of your mouth gently, swallowing thickly as you swallow his cum, wiping the back of your hand against your lips and humming at the taste in satisfaction.
Leon lifts you quickly from your knees, pulling you into a bruising kiss once you’re on your feet. He can taste himself on your tongue, and it drives him completely mad.
“You’re insane,” He says exasperatedly against your lips, haphazardly pulling his trousers back up. “Anyone could’ve walked right in.”
You can’t help but grin, tracing a finger over his jaw. “That didn’t seem to be a dire concern while you were coming down my throat, Kennedy.”
An endearing snort escapes his throat. “I think you’ll be the death of me long before your father is.”
You press an innocent peck to his burning cheek; you think you’ll keep taking your chances sneaking around with the pretty rookie cop for now.
#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy smut#resident evil
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Thinking of a Rapunzel inspired Black brothers au.
I say ‘black brothers’ and ‘inspired.
Because I couldn’t decide who should be Rapunzel.
Besides I am afraid there is no au in which the black brothers have a happy family waiting for them outside of Walburga and Orion and I don’t want to strip them of the idea of a royal status (they be ✨fancy✨.) so chained princes it is, forbidden from leaving the castle aside for certain occasions and of course only with great company.
I actually DIDN’T think abt how the brothers would Meet Remus and james 🧍♀️but those two - movie canonically to Flynn Ryder - are definitely petty thief’s and ‘ruffians.’
James either does it for his family or solely for the fun and his buddy - because he could just invite Remus around for a round of soup everyday but Remus would never take that generosity (going to be great when he inevitably ends up living in a castle because wolfstar.)
It all began by Sirius convincing Regulus to sneak out for a night on the town - the lanterns are a town festival or smth, still to celebrate their birthdays (WHICH MEANS THEY GET TWO CHANCES A YEAR TO SEE IT. KEEP THIS IN MIND.)
but their mother never let them engage within it ‘for their own good’ and ‘They are but Peasents.’ and damn it Sirius will seek the lanterns himself and drag Regulus along by the elbow if he has to.
Unfortunately they never made it to the lanterns that night (Ran from guards who recognised them. made it back to their rooms panting and exhilarated - Sirius was all crazy laughter and joy. Regulus was horror and joy, laughing together.) but they bumped into Remus and James before their night ended.
James almost instantly calls dips on the cold younger brother while Remus is still blinking after the wild older one who well, definitely caught his attention, he mindlessly nods at james “Uh-huh.”
And then comes back to sorts with a heavy blink and a snap of a head tilt “James you can’t call dips on people !”
THEY DON’T KNOW THE YOUNG MAN THEY MET ARE THE TOWNS PRINCES BTW - locked up within their castle and all,
ordinary people can barely recognise the reality of the two young heirs.
Perhaps Regulus and Sirius sneak out more and more - meeting James and Remus after a couple times before the two thief’s do their research and come to realisations.
They eventually set out to rescue the brothers because why not and hence comes the fourth way planning to rescue them, the planning is done in shabby town taverns with the help of the Black Brothers because they have all the inside information duh,
Regulus was initially reluctant but he comes around.
Do any of them know where exactly they will be running to ? No but Sirius, if he is to be the heir, wants to reset the way of the kingdom he wants to melt the dictatorship of his father and mother and if he has to run and a hatch plan somewhere along the way for that to be possible he will and James and Remus are willing to help.
Regulus would argue he could stay until their parents age out of the role - Sirius would rather not and seeing all that Remus had suffered under the system of the kingdom he’d rather not 10 times over.
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Sirius and Regulus would absolutely sing a version of ‘when will my life begin’ ? together but it’s about all the royal training and ettiquete they’re being put through and their different levels of yearning for elsewhere and the dislike of their present.
Regulus would have the ‘mother knows best’ number with Walburga because she isn’t letting him get out of hand the way Sirius had - little does she know Regulus already had (Nothing can separate the brothers if I have anything to say about it.)
He’s just a better actor - Still his mother does lower his spirits.
Rapunzel’s hesitance than joy to leave her tower gets split between them, Sirius jumps like there is no tomorrow - Regulus is coaxed out by James’s gloved hand that he smacks away before climbing down himself but all of them can see his hesitance fear and darting eyes for at least the next couple of hours
Peter is probably a little baker and a friend of Remus’s and James - that’s where they take the princes, he’s the one who gives them away eventually
Probably after Sirius belts ‘I’ve got a dream !’ <—(that’s when Remus is first really star struck and James knowingly/teasingly juts him in the ribs) in his establishment.
The queen shows up not longer after demanding to know where her children are.
Peter rats them out.
Backtracking a little though :
Regulus absolutely dragged Sirius off the table when he was singing because “what do you think you’re doing !!”
“Changing the Kingdom !”
Regulus blinked at him with a grotesque expression “You can’t- Oh my god this won’t change the kingdom ! REMUS *whips around* Tell him- *loudest groan of history kind as he sees Remus ‘the smart one’ completely whipped for his oblivious brother.* For god-“
Sirius would be like “See !” bcs Remus didn’t protest
And regulus would be massaging his temples like “No.”
#I just think this would be so cute#and I think there is an overwhelming lack of Black Brothers being Rapunzel aus out there#WHEN THE SONG MOTHER KNOWS BEST AND WALBURGA ARE RIGHT THERE#So I made my own#rei rambles#wolfstar#marauders#jegulus#starchaser#sunseeker#peter pettigrew#remus x sirius#remus lupin#regulus x james#regulus black#walburga black#walburga's a+ parenting#orion black#james potter
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ur konig fics heal me thank you my morning is better :DD
anww, i had a bit of a question! i wasnt sure if u have already answered this question, but how would konig react if he finds out his darling is somehow affiliated in the same field he's in? whether that be a medic or smth else etc etc aside from that, i love ur fics c:
thank you, beloved! ^^ i did a bit here!
but to expand on that a little, i think you may get more leeway with him being a medic.
Instead of being pestered to return home (his home), you may just get this brute extending a hand to help you out. Not that he’s got a lick of medical training. He can patch a wound with a makeshift tourniquet in the midst of some firefight, knows well enough not to fall asleep when he’s been banged up a bit too much, but assisting you with other people is a very large, pronounced “No.”
Soothe him by letting him hover a bit and watch you work. He’s not supposed to be in here, but it’s nice having some wolf in sheep’s skin nearby to pass you the gauze from across the room. So long as he isn’t lifting or touching the poor injured souls in your care, it shouldn’t be much of a problem, right? No one dares to peep any criticism for your work when you’ve got a smitten Goliath nearby, anyway.
Except, he does get a bit jealous here. You’re so gentle with the operators in your care, cooing to them and tending to their every need like a servant rather than the lovely angel that you are to him. He almost wishes that he weren’t so good at what he does, just to experience that once. Or twice. Or for a lifetime. Whatever time you’re willing to give to him, he will take it.
Maybe he gets a bit reckless, gives himself a minor injury by pulling something in the midst of lifting weights. König doesn’t do that; when he fucks up, he deals with it himself, so it’s more than a little strange to see him crossing into the room with an actual injury. It won’t put him out for long, just enough time to experience your gentle hands over him, see that caring look in your eye directed toward him instead of one of these bastards that doesn’t truly appreciate you, not the way that he does at least.
He misconstrues you just doing your job as an outright declaration that what he feels is mutual, and maybe it is, because the care that you give to him is different. You laugh, not at him or his injury, but out of pure mirth when you ask who’s going to offer you ibuprofen instead of gauze now. Your touch is lingering, and you playfully shove the shoulder that hasn’t been wounded when he tells you a kiss would cure him better than any medicine.
His wayward courtship comes with every nick or scrape he “suffers”. The comments grow increasingly strange the moment you’re on your knees tending to the tiniest bruise you’ve ever seen on a man. You both know it’s absolutely nothing, that all of this is absurd and silly and he should just make some sort of move already. Except, that when he does tell you this scene would be so much better in his room, you’re quick to shush him and request that he leave.
… But you don’t stay angry with him for long.
Your favorite soldier always returns to you.
The next time with a clumsily plucked, yellow wildflower and a stare that borders on unnerving when he thrusts the dainty thing into your face; a tight-lipped apology follows when he tells you that he’s not sure what came over him, you’re just so pretty, and that he thinks about you so often it’s making him more than a little crazy.
The time after that with food from a restaurant away from base and another vague profession of love.
And again, with some pretty necklace in tow that he claims used to belong to his mother. König is more intense than ever when he strings the jewelry around your throat with shaking hands, dips his head down to huff into your ear as an arm snakes around your waist to keep you trapped there against him.
“Is that enough?” is the growl that follows, the warmth of his breath and the sheer intensity in his voice causing every hair at the back of your neck to stand on end.
“For what…?” And you could almost pray he’s not truly dumb enough to attempt to lure you into his bed for a string of jewelry his mother trusted him with.
“To make you like me.”
To anticipate something that sounds so innocent from a man who kills for a living is unheard of. You already suspected after his ridiculous comment about a kiss, already knew from the start with all of the trinkets he’s fetched for you, but the thought that he didn’t know already… poor thing.
So, you tell him that you already do, that you have for a while, it’s just that maybe suggesting you blow him before offering a proper date is more than a little inappropriate. Not that having your overgrown suitor chasing your heels is any less.
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Connor Stoll x Reader Alphabet
warnings; nothing ! author's note; THANK YOU SM TO THE PERSON THAT REQUESTED THIS !! literally haven't felt like writing much so this helped a lot :D credits to this lovely person for the template <9
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
‹𝟹 dear gods he's so affectionate. like always holding your hand or having his arm tossed over your shoulders !
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
‹𝟹 the friendship probably started because he used that zapping gum on you when you first arrived at camp, y'all know the one. you then pranked him back because he's literally in your cabin how could you not ? pulling pranks on Chiron and Mr. D🗣️🗣️ i will not be silenced on this one either !! definitely the kind of friend to laugh at you when you fall then help you up
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
‹𝟹 LIVES for your head on his chest ! doesn't matter how hot it is outside, if his siblings are in the cabin, you WILL be bear hugged and tackled onto the bed if has anything to do with it ! also likes just.. falling on top of you ? like he's laying on your back. (does this make sense y'all pls tell if it doesn't T^T) he likes being super close to you is all, doesn't matter how
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
‹𝟹 can't cook to save his life but is a pretty good cleaner since the Hermes cabin probably needs.. more than a good cleaning before cabin checks- I feel like because of the fact most demigods don't make it to adulthood, he doesn't really think about the future much and just lives in the moment y'know ?
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
‹𝟹 oh he's absolutely gutted. he a huge communicator so if you had to break up it was absolutely something serious. like REALLY serious.. he'd probably just sit down with you on the dock or something and talk it out with you. i feel like it would more than likely a mutual thing because of the reason why i think he'd break up with somebody
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
‹𝟹 like i said, doesn't think too fast about the future or marriage but definitely makes jokes about the two of you getting married at some point ! demigods usually have fast paced lives so he definitely is a commitment guy, plus he's still not over being betrayed by his brother(in my soul) so he likes to know you're there for the long run !
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
‹𝟹 physically, his touch is super energized but still soft. emotionally, he would rather take a dip in the Styx than say anything rude to you. sure he's a big tease, but never with anything that could actually hurt your feelings
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
‹𝟹 BIGGGGV HUGGER !!! will tone down if you don't like them but he heavily enjoys hugging you whenever he sees you. in the middle of the lawn ? hugging you. coming back from a quest ? hugged. literally just left to use the bathroom or smth ? you guessed it, hugs.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
‹𝟹 mmmm probably 3-4 months in ? nothing too wild i don't think ! it was probably really out of nowhere too like you guys were just sitting around doing whatever and he just blurts it out
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
‹𝟹 i really don't see him as a jealous person im going to be completely honest. if someone is hitting on you he's like "omg i know right ! that's why we're dating, aren't they so cool ?" and moves on with his life. in the incredibly rare situation he is jealous, he probably just marks them on his list of people whose shirts he has to put a bug in
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
‹𝟹 he likes to do temple kisses or very rushed ones ! usually rushed because he's running from some camper he messed with or because he can't sit still to save his life. really liked getting forehead kisses or kisses on the cheek, it makes him feel special !
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
‹𝟹 when i tell you kids love Connor, i mean it. he's like the cool uncle that gets you stuff your parents won't and teaches you how to play basketball or something but completely trashes you in a game.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
‹𝟹 he definitely sneaks over to you cabin table during breakfast because 1. cabin 11's table is way too crowded and 2. how could he possibly pass up time with you ? he attempts to make his schedule sort of match yours, but usually Chiron splits you two up when he takes notice.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
‹𝟹 my millionth time saying this but STARGAZING ! he definitely knows a crazy amount of constellations just for fun, so if he can see one he'll point it out to you. nights also involve sneaking into each other's cabins without getting caught. if you're on Mr. D's good side aka one of his kids, he'll look at Connor funny but let y'all do whatever. if you're anyone else, you're getting scolded and split back up
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
‹𝟹 Connor will drop little pieces of his life here and there if it isn't anything major like the whole Luke situation. if you weren't at camp during that time it definitely takes him a good 7-8 months to tell you about it, maybe longer. everything else he's a pretty open book about
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
‹𝟹 not easily angered at all actually. much like the break-up one, it takes a lot to get this man to crack, so insulting his family or anything to that extreme is really the only way to tick him off
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
‹𝟹 REMEMBERS EVERY. SINGLE. THING. he basically has a whole novel on everything you've ever said to him from your favorite color to the name of your fish when you when you were a kid. like if you tell him the name of some obscure show you liked as a kid before camp, he'll bring it up randomly from time to time. this boy has the littlest, most unnecessary details about you memorized it's actually fascinating
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
‹𝟹 when you first told him that you loved him ! now, based on how i personally view him, this could've went a number of different ways. but for the sake of my brain it was probably like that one scene in parks and recreation: "hey, i love you" "dude shut up ! that is awesome sauce :D" literally didn't acknowledge what you were saying and then frantically tried to apologize before giving up and just saying that he loved you too.. now it's an inside joke between the two of you
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
‹𝟹 not overly protective unless you are actually in danger or being bothered by somebody. isn't an aggressive person but if need be he will shove somebody for you.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
‹𝟹 i like to think he's amazing at remembering dates and anniversaries, so the effort is there ! usually pretty simple because let's face it, there's not many dates to do when monsters are constantly around you. best giver in the world argue with a wall if you disagree,
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
‹𝟹 the person that spits out toothpaste and forgets to wash it out of the sink. talks over people on accident but it happens a little too often..
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
‹𝟹 not concerned at all actually- this boy's hair is a hot mess 24/7, 365, at a million percent. the only thing he slightly cares about is like.. his nails. but only because long nails get in the way of pranks sometimes
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
‹𝟹 yes and no. he can definitely live normally without you, but certain things just don't feel the same. like going to breakfast is weird if he doesn't get to steal some of your food or sneaking out of cabin 11 isn't as enjoyable if he can't stargaze with you
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
‹𝟹 SUPER BIG LEGO NERD !! i might have said this in my lil headcanon thing for him but he LOVES collecting Lego sets !!! especially the Star Wars ones but that's an entirely separate hc (him and Will talk about Star Wars all the time trust me)
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
‹𝟹 choosing to go for a general dislike, he definitely doesn't like gardening. ironic really because he'll dig up dirt for a prank or two, but make him plant anything else and he's out. katie gardner has first hand experience with this little thing of his and was fed up with him the minute he started complaining
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
‹𝟹 the real question is, does he sleep ? he probably has the sleep schedule of a little kid left home alone without adult supervision. much to the hatred of Mr. D. however ! when he does sleep, he kicks. HARD. he tosses sheets and blankets and im pretty sure he's fallen off his bunk bed before and still didn't wake up- a very heavy sleeper to put it lightly. whenever you sleep with him you usually wake up to an arm across your chest and a leg over yours. and you can't move because even if he sleeps like a log, he'll know if you do, causing a chain reaction of you both being awake all night
I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD TO THE LOVELY PERSON THAT REQUESTED IT !!!
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Okay but hear me out- Indian American Reader x Bakugou??? With maybe an rock control quirk (+ metals bc we love a strong bb) but like I can imagine his shock when he realizes that someone can not only withstand his explosions with the metal she creates but someone with even more fucked up tastebuds with the amount of spicy food she eats on a daily basis??
“That all you got?” You call out, commanding rocks to rise from the earth as you shield yourself from his explosions.
“Shut your piehole, extra!” Bakugou roars, skidding to a stop at the end of the room, before launching himself back at you so fast you almost didn’t have time to react.
An explosion meets your shields, and in a second, he’s got you pinned down on the pavement, sweat dripping, knee against your leg and hand on your palm.
“Told you I could handle you, didn’t I?” He smirks devilishly, palms throbbing. He appreciates a good fight.
You don a matching grin, muscles tightening. “Not quite.”
His smile vanishes.
You wield the cement with practised motions, causing Bakugou to slam into the ground next to you.
Flipping him over, you exchange positions, you on top, and a very angry Bakugou beneath you.
“I win,” you whisper, a cocky smile curling on your face.
Bakugou attempts to use his explosions, only for you to reinforce the cement with metal.
He groans. “Dumb fuckin’ luck.”
“Look, it was funny the first time, but I’m calling a time-out on your insults.” You huff. “I won fair and square.”
“I pinned you first, smartass!”
“I neutralised you first, dumbfuck—”
Shoto takes a sip out of his protein shake. “Hey Bakugou. If you’re flirting, you’re doing a really bad job at it—”
“I’M GONNA FUCKING ASSASSINATE YOU ICYHOT.”
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“This scares me,” Denki coughs. “Like, full-body ghost summoning kind of scary.”
Half of the class lies on the couch, utterly defeated by the hot sauce Denki had unknowingly made as a dipping sauce because he misread the bottle. You know, Bakugou’s exclusive Hot One’s Last Dab Sauce.
It had knocked the absolute wind out of strong contenders Kirishima and Ashido, and completely ruined Midoriya, who was still hiccuping and hacking away at the sink. Todoroki was passed out on the couch and Denki was half convince he was on his dying breath.
No, what scared him was you two freaks.
“Ha! What a bunch of wimps!” Bakugou cackles, lathering his fried chicken with the sauce and taking a good bite out of it. Bro didn’t look bothered in the slightest. In fact, Denki would wager the trigger-happy human landmine was enjoying the murderous sauce.
“This is really good,” You sigh, reaching for another fried chicken and dipping it entirely into the saucer. “Where’d you get it?”
Denki begs your fucking pardon?
“Should come over to my house, Ma makes the best spice,” Bakugou grins, eyes glinting as you chew on your drumstick innocently.
Your eyes light up. “Invitation accepted. Now move the damn dip over. We need more.”
“You both,” Denki wheezes. “Are demons. Menaces.”
“You’re just a pussy, Spark Plug.”
Denki would argue, but he doesn’t think his throat would cooperate.
Truly, a match made in heaven.
Or hell.
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Author's note: Seriously this was so cute! Frankly, as someone who loves spicy food, loved to see the representation of this and a strong reader that can hold her own against Blasty! it's nice to cuddle up and play damsel with the heroes, but sometimes I just wanna take no bull and stand on my own two feet! (Kick them in the balls or smth, therapeutic as heck)
Thanks for requesting, it means a lot! 🧡
#mha#mha fanfiction#my hero academia#bakugou katsuki#bakugou katuski x reader#fluff#bakugou x y/n#bakugo x you#bakugou fluff#katsuki bakugō
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watching jude lifting weights nd he’s wearing a tanktop so u’ve got the full view of his biceps contracting & bulging so deliciously 😵💫 nd he’d be so cocky about it, knowing u’re staring hard and he’s got u all worked up. it’s not long before u’re begging him to do smth because u’re so wet nd the workout session ends up turning into an intense fuck session. yea i need it so badly 😫
the both of you mooching around the garden in the last of the sun, your head buried in a book as you curled yourself on the patio furniture whilst jude went about a light work-out. he'd be wearing that tank-top that you'd been fawning over the entire day, your focus slowly leaving the pages of the book as you concentrated on the way his biceps flexed in the amber light. and all he's doing is a few bicep curls, nothing too serious, but you could feel your face burn up and the familiar warmth in the pit of your stomach because fuck he looked so good.
"can i help you with something?" he'd mock, a thin layer of sweat glistening on his skin as he finally caught your eye. but you'd just shake your head, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you failed to think of anything but the idea of your nails digging into those very muscles. so he'd carry on, smirking to himself as he felt your vision burn into him once more, absolutely transfixed on the way they bulged in the evening air.
and you could feel your excitement already starting to build up, the urge to push your thighs together catching his attention as he'd cock his head to the side smugly, "have i got you all hot and bothered baby? have i, hm?"
that's all he needed to say before you were tugging at his wrists, letting the weights roll on the grass as you practically begged him to join you inside. and you didn't care if he thought you were desperate, the need sitting thick in your stomach and spreading through your body as you traced the dip in his bicep. jude's own mind would swiftly be in the same realm as yours, his hands on your waist as he'd press you against the kitchen counter, not bothering to close the patio doors behind the both of you because there was nothing he liked more than the idea of people hearing how good he made you feel.
and there wasn't many clothes to discard of anyway, your oversized shirt quickly being tossed behind you as his clothes pooled at his feet. with a hand around your throat he'd pull you off the marbled counter-top gently, your back arched as he pressed his tip against you, feeling the slickness of you coat him thinly, "oh that shirt really does turn you on, doesn't it?"
before you could even respond he'd have sunk into you completely, not giving you a chance to adjust to his size as he bottomed out almost as quickly. each drag of his hips had you jerking against the counter, your stomach tight as you felt yourself clench around him in an attempt to keep inside of you longer. and it was messy and hot, both of your bodies reactions heightened by the heat as you bucked back against him, desperate for more as he'd pinch your throat ever-so slightly, "gonna' have to make you watch me work-out a lot more if this is my reward baby-"
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I know you said you weren’t rly up for smut yesterday, but I’m going to be honest, I’m a sinner, and could only think of smut for Joyce. Would you want to do any of that? <3
You’re lucky because I was actually coming up with smth that included smutty Joyce myself LMFAO 🤭 guess we’re all sinners. Domestic fluff with some smut included
Joyce Byers x reader
Joyce invited you over all the time now, and well, you invited yourself over too. Joyce told you she was always happy for you to drop by! And that had been even before you two had been secretly hooking up.
You and Joyce both agreed not to tell anyone. Even you two had skirted around what you actually were. But you were both happy, so that’s all that mattered to you.
It was harder to sneak around with Joyce’s kids in the house, but she also didn’t want to be out constantly, lest they get suspicious, and you kept struggling to find places outside of her home to secretly hook up. Although you both knew of a good few, from experience.
People would probably assume you were Johnathan’s friend if they saw you around the house, or even out with the family, and while recently, you two had started becoming friendly, everyone who knew you and Joyce knew you two were friends! You just seemed to connect very well from the start, and nothing seemed to get in the way of your blooming friendship.
Even your friends didn’t know that it was a much deeper relationship than that. You’d dropped hints about the person you were ‘seeing’ to your friends, because it was obvious to them you were with someone, although at one point Robin and Steve had convinced themselves it was Steve’s mother you were seeing, and that fire had had to be put out quickly.
But Joyce made you happy. And you really made her feel the same way too.
But with Joyce always letting you over to her place, and knowing how hard she works, you constantly wanted to be a helping hand, right by her side. So today, you’d come to visit Joyce, hoping you two would have a few more minutes until Will and Johnathan were home. No such luck, but Will had already thrown his bag on the ground and gone to his room, and Johnathan looked like he was about to do the same, just in Joyce’s pantry by the time you walked through the door.
She didn’t notice you, too busy trying to find something in the cupboard under the sink. You gave a quick nod to Johnathan, at the other end of the kitchen, who gave one back, headphones in. So when you walked up to Joyce, you ran your hands down her shoulders and past her arms.
“Ooh!” Joyce jumped, looking up with the biggest brown eyes you swear you’ve ever seen in your life, and she smiles so happily at you. “Oh! It’s you. Hi honey!” She already has her arms open before she’s even stood up, coming to give you her world famous hugs, and you wrap your arms around her waist back. Her hair’s loose, so you let yourself bury your face into her shoulder, drinking in her smell. It’s weird, her scent is the one thing that always seems to stay with you.
Joyce pulls back warmly, her hands still on your shoulders. “I didn’t know you were coming! Are you staying for dinner?”
You can see the excitement in her eyes. How happy she is to see you here. Joyce says you make her feel giddy like a school girl, but she always has your heart fluttering too. “Mhm! If you’ll have me.”
“I’ll always have you.” Joyce smiles, before you chuckle through your nose, and the both of you dip your heads with quiet laughs at the shared joke.
You realise you haven’t let go of Joyce’s waist yet, but a quick eye flicker in your peripheral lets you know Johnathan’s lost in his magazine and music. So you manage to give her hip a quick rub, before turning your hand to do the same to her bicep. “And what’re you doing? I thought the store already worked you to death.”
Joyce rolls her eyes upwards at the mention of her work, her smile still on her face, letting you know her exhaustion. At least it was something you could ease out of her later. Maybe even including a nice massage.
“I know, but I didn’t have time to I do the dishes this morning.” Joyce blows her lips.
But you brush her hands to the side, stepping forward. “Well here, let me do that then.”
“No, no no.” Joyce gently holds your hands back, pushing them away before you can start. “I’ve got it, there’s only a couple. Besides, I need to have enough dishes for you tonight. And I know what you’re gonna say now, so don’t.” Joyce screws her face up cutely, quickly brushing your pouted lips with her finger, as you both try to get each other to take yourselves seriously.
“You work yourself too hard.” You tell her again, for one of the few times, letting your voice be clear enough, just in case one of her sons hears and decides to help their dear mom out.
But Joyce steps forward, her eyes flicking behind you, at Jonathan, before she speaks lowly, close to your face “Well it’s nice I have you to help me afterwards then.”
When Joyce moves back, you allow her to see the look of pleasant surprise on your face. Joyce was rarely flirty in public, well she was a little, but mostly in ways where they could be taken as innocent instead. You loved seeing the more ‘Joyce’ sides of her being freed around you.
But, with a quick look around her home behind you, you had your sights set on a new task. And shoving back the want to lean forward and peck her, you squeeze Joyce’s hands instead, innocent enough. “Okay, I’ll be back in a second.”
You heard the chair behind you squeak, and watched Johnathan bin his cookie packet, giving him a quick salute with your now very free hands, and Johnathan attempts a small smile at you before leaving to his own room, headphones still in. Could he not have done that sooner?
“Okay.” Joyce gently touches your side, and you turn back to her with a smile. Joyce let you have free reign in her house, and you felt comfortable enough to do so. So while Joyce turned back to her kitchen, both of you keeping your smiling faces on each other until Joyce had to turn away with a flustered hand to her face, so cute, you made sure her back was turned, as you grabbed the overflowing laundry basket just outside her bathroom that you’d caught sight of, and started walking it down to her basement washer.
You stuff all of the clothes and towels in the washing machine, spotting a few of your own clothes you’ve worn recently, than Joyce had shoved to the bottom of the laundry basket. You laugh through your nose, shaking your head at how good Joyce is. Also, probably a good thing you didn’t inspire Johnathan to help his mom out. You fling a pair of your black underwear into the washing machine, along with Joyce’s similarly coloured bra. That one was your fault for getting dirty.
You add in the washing powder with the scooper in a box on her shelf, before shutting the lid, and making sure you were going to press the right buttons. Focusing so hard, you barely heard the creak of the stairs.
“You didn’t have to help with that!”
Joyce is smiling as she rides down the steps. You can assume she shut the door behind her, and you wave her off with a smirk.
“You’re a guest!” Joyce repeats, meeting you below with a pleased grin, but you chortle. “I’ve crashed here more nights than I can count, including the last two, and probably tonight. And well, I saw some of that in there was mine as well.” You blink sweetly at her, hoisting yourself on top of the washing machine, reaching your hands out for your lover with a smile. At least the eventual noise and floor distance might finally give you two some privacy. You can never keep your hands off each other for long.
Joyce takes your hands happily in her smooth ones, giving a big smile with her shoulders hiking and chin jutting out at you, before coming in, being helped by your pull, and leaning in for a kiss.
You move your arms to hold onto her waist, humming happily into your kiss as you finally get to hold her again. Joyce’s lipstick you’ve noticed her wearing more since seeing you, brushing faintly against your lips, as she rests her hands on your thighs. Both of you kissing sweetly.
“Wait.” You whisper against Joyce’s lips, her pulling back dotingly with a curious look. One of your hands stretches teasingly over her waist and lower back, holding her close as you tilt your head to her. “So they don’t hear.” You move down between your legs, letting Joyce follow your hand, before you turn on her washing machine. The hum and rattle quickly filling the air.
You two keep kissing for a while. Giggling, and playing with each other’s hair, hands only holding each other as you both make out. Joyce has a few strands of your hair in her hands, lips moulding perfectly, effortlessly, into your own, moaning pleased into your mouth as her fingers play. Meanwhile yours are fiddling with the hem of her shirt, she knows you want it off, like you always do. But as Joyce pulls back from one kiss for air, she notices your thighs pressed together. And then when she really looks, you thinking she’s just watching your body, as your face buries needily into her neck, Joyce realises you’ve been wiggling on her washing machine.
She slips her hand to the inside of your thigh, biting her lip to stop herself from giggling at your wet mewl right into her neck, stretching her fingertips so they can spread onto the vibrating machine. Now you look up.
“Naughty girl. Did you just wanna use my machine?” Joyce smiles, her brown eyes teasing and playful, as she rubs the inside of your thigh. She knows you love being called her good, and naughty girl. Being her girl.
You shake your head though. And Joyce’s expression widens teasingly, like she’s putting herself in charge of your game. “Oh no?” She asks you quietly, but still laughing, entwining your fingers with hers and pressing her soft lips against your hand as she does so.
You shake your head again. “Why would I need to use that, when I have you?” You ask at her teasing volume, innocently.
You watch Joyce blush, and you nudge her chin with your joined hands, beckoning her closer to share another deep kiss.
You feel Joyce sliding her tongue over yours, and you moan appreciatively as you kiss against it, allowing her into your mouth, taking it yourself, brushing your tongue softly over hers, rubbing up and down Joyce’s waist and slinking your hands under her shirt there. You love the times Joyce gets more confident. It hasn’t been too long with her, so it still takes a little while before she starts to be more forthcoming during your little sessions. Although with the way you’re going, you’re going to be completely dommed by her in almost every meeting. She’s had a few times of her own where she’s surprised you with that already. You were definitely not complaining though.
Joyce hooks her hands under your bare knees, in your shorts, pulling you closer, as her own legs stand firm against the rattling machine. You wrap your legs around Joyce, both of you pressing your chests together, wanting to be closer. Although you do notice with Joyce’s grip on your thighs, she’s still pushing your lower half into her machine.
You giggle into her kiss, relishing in the feeling of the bumps, and thuds, and swirls, and shakes, and buzzes of the machine you’re sitting on top of. Letting yourself feel all of it as you grab onto Joyce’s waist, pulling her lips into your own and letting her taste you, while you eat up her own moans. Hoping you’ll let her have a treat and discover how wet you are when her hand finally ventures there.
But pushing those needy thoughts aside for a moment, you know there’s something you want more.
You pull Joyce in even closer, running your hands up her bare back, so your fingers can play with her bra buckle, kissing her collar. “I want you to sit on here.” Your eyes go big.
“Noo honey, I-“ Joyce looks up at the ceiling, and you know there are other people in the house. But you’re very good at helping her keep quiet.
You remove your hands, stroking her face quickly. “I wanna treat you first, if we don’t have a lot of time.”
Slipping off the machine and landing on the floor, you sigh. Your legs jelly, and really feeling the loss of the vibrations. Feeling something wet and warm pooling immediately into your underwear now you’re stood.
At your sigh, a shiver runs up Joyce’s spine. Making her shudder, a quick breath coming out, as she looks to you in anticipation, and trust. Hooked, like always.
Holding her hand, you get Joyce sat on top of the machine. And as soon as she is, your hands are greedily at her waist again, and your tongue is lavishing on her neck before your lips can follow.
Joyce’s head rolls back, holding your lower half, and you lap your tongue over her neck, making your bottom lip drag up her skin as it follows.
Joyce moans breathily, deeply, and you can feel her chest brushing against your chin when you lean down to nibble your lips over her collarbone. Then, as your tongue flattens and your teeth nibble, as you suck a mark into the sensitive spot of Joyce’s neck, just below most of her shirt lines as agreed, although stretching this shirt with your greedy hands right now, a higher moan leaves Joyce. And you quickly place your hand over her mouth. Soothing the hickey with lots of small kisses, meeting her eyes and seeing how gushy her big brown orbs are.
You both look upwards, but no movement, no sound, you’re sure their music and the washing machine would cover you two anyway. Joyce gives your hand a kiss, and you smile down at her, humming happily as her lips detach from it, while you pull your hand away.
Hungrily, your tongue pokes through your lips as you quickly takes Joyce’s top off, her lifting her arms up to help you. You grasp her cheek as you kiss her again, letting her hair fall back into place, as she noisily lets her lips move in tandem with yours. Now starting to rock on the machine.
You move your head back, admiring the top half of her body in just her dark bra, running your hands up and down her waist. “You’re so pretty. Fuck. You’re so beautiful Joyce.” You lean your head into her cheek for a moment, pulling back, still holding her, admiring her, for how gorgeous she is. You still can’t believe she likes you enough too. She’s amazing.
“Thank you baby.” Joyce rasps out, her hands falling to your neck, and your face, and her eyes serious on yours. Lips sucked in, but still with a hint of a smile. You hold her face in both your hands, letting her know you’re really looking, right at her. “Oh my God, you’re so pretty. Seriously. Those eyes too God... I don’t know how I ever got so lucky.” You breathe out amazed. Smiling.
Joyce blushes, and you can see the emotion in her face. But a smile breaks out before anything else can, and you easily allow yourself to be pulled in for another kiss again. Eating her up, just as Joyce does you, both of you laughing smally into each other’s mouths. In fact, Joyce doesn’t seem like she wants to let go, still just kissing your lower lip and your chin messily, when you pull away. “You are too y/n. You’re fucking beautiful.” Joyce squeezes your face in her hands, like she’s having cuteness overload, and you just have to kiss her again. This time, through her smiling lips, some heavier breaths come through, and when you sink your hand in between her very closed off thighs, and she whines into your lips, and even then you can feel the vibrations through her, you know part of the reason why.
Moaning, nosing at her neck, you kiss down it again. This time slightly quicker, holding her small bare waist in your hands, your lips and your tongue spreading wet and meaningful kisses all the way down Joyce’s neck, and down her chest. Making sure to press them over the tops of both of her breasts.
Joyce’s hand goes to your head, watching you in awe, as she always does at seeing you worship her body. Her hand smooth over the back of your hair, and red lips stretched in a pleasured ‘o’ shape, her other hand bracing on your shoulder, body rolling into your mouth with each kiss you give her, eyebrows softly knitted, watching you entirely.
You kiss down her cleavage, and finish off at the point just before the centre of her bra starts, just barely pressing your face in, feeling your nose and lips slip by, as your hands continue caressing her warm waist. You kiss the small part of her bra holding her chest together - trapping her poor girls - before your kisses move down to praise all over her perfect stomach.
You move to crouch down, but your hands still hold Joyce there, massaging her waist as you kiss over her stomach, stopping just below her belly button, and above the hem of her pants. And as you press your chin to Joyce’s tummy, you peer right up at her. Your big eyes on her lustfilled, loving, brown ones, looking straight up at her, before quietly, under the hum of the machine, popping the button of her jeans.
#Joyce Byers/reader#citrussy#Joyce Byers fluff#also my first lone Joyce fic/drabble so another woohoo! I love her sm it’s insane 🎉🥰💕😭#Joyce Byers#Joyce Byers x reader#Joyce Byers drabble#stranger things#ask#anon#3k
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mickey for starters i have a confession to make… even after all these months whenever i search your acc i ALWAYS accidentally type “teddybearmick-“. toji is your teddybear but he better understand that you’re mine 🫶🏼
OKAY SO im a cartilage piercing virgin because i am. scared of infections 😞 but i was wondering if you had a conch piercing? if you do - how would you rate the pain / healing process? and second, how would you compare it to a helix? i want one sooooooo bad 😭
TEDDYBEARMICKEYYY PLEASEEEE YOU'RE SO CUTEE I WANNA BITE YOUR CHEEKSSS>:333333333333333 yk i think toji is somewhat okay with sharing me but i think he'd like to thirdwheel us. listen listen listen he just likes the company okay,, he'd never admit that sitting quietly on the armchair while we play video games together on the couch is very relaxing for him. i don't think he'd mind that at all!!!!!!!!!!!! he will want me back for the night though.. i fear he gets very clingy and grumpy smhhh he is a grown man (i'm so giddy just thinking abt him being clingy scar i'm so doomed i love him)
OKAY SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO . FIRST THINGS FIRST SCAR . my ears are very sensitive😭😭😭PLEAAAASEEE BEAR THAT IN MIND OKAY and i do really mean that they're sensitive bc i am very good with pain overall. i've broken bones i've had fractures, i am always a breath away from falling asleep during tattoos (mind you i have one that reaches from my hip to the side of my boob so it's a a pretty big one in a rather tender area and . i was still fighting off sleep)(i was also horny but that's another topic) ANDDDDD i have a belly button piercing which was literally like a pinch too okay i am veeery good with pain
except when it comes to my ears😭😭😭 i have seventeen ear piercings and i have hated getting every single one of them. actually i've taken two of them out so there are 19 holes in my ears in total. no pain.. no gain.. (i say through tears) AAANYWAYYY i do have a conch piercing and it is, in fact, very super sexy:3333333333 it is also the second most painful one out of all of them:33333333333333333333
the cartilage is just very thick there yk? so it's definitely like a very uncomfortable piercing to get. i also need to mention that this is like one of the few things that actually make me feel squeamish lmao i can't LOOK at somebody getting a piercing like the mere idea of something going through my ear is making me tweak a little SOO i think that just made everything even worse for me
i can't really talk abt my healing process just bc all of mine always heal the same way - they're fine at first and then after the first two weeks or so they swell up very badly and stay like that for like five days and then it's fine . healed . hgasdghsaghdhgsaghas so it was the same with the conch one too, it ended up swelling so bad that you couldn't even see the bar anymore and yk they put a longer bar at first for that very same reason lmao IT HASN'T GIVEN ME ANY GRIEF AFTER THAT THOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i feel like my older helix piercings have acted up a million times more than my conch so that's good i think..
you can always use salt water if it does get infected!!!!!!!!!!! there's this thing called Humer Nasal Spray idk if you have it where you are but it's literally just salt water and yes it's meant for your nose but it works wonders for infected piercings!!!!!!!!!!! they even sell it at the salon i go to lmao if you don't have it though then you can put like a teaspoon of salt into a lukewarm cup of water and then either dip a rag or smth in it and then hold it to your ear,, i always thought this was kind of painful though so i always end up just tilting my head to the side and literally just dipping my ear into the cup . i don't have a specific time for you i always just do that for as long as i have the patience lmao
BUT BUTBUTT NOWW!!!!!!!! A LITTLE PLUS FOR YOU!!!!!!!! SO YOU WOULDN'T ACTUALLY GET ALL SCARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i was there when my friend got a conch too and for her . it was like nothing. she didn't pull a face or anything and she literally asked the piercer whether she could get another one right away????????????????????? i was kind of horrified lmao aaaand genuinely can't remember her whining about the healing process later on either and we were in classmates and we sat together at all times so i definitely would've heard it yk??
SOOOOOO ALL IN ALL sadly it really just depends on the person i fear. but . no pain no gain okay this is what i always tell myself. you couldn't fucking pay me to take them out rn btw i had to do that when i was getting a dental xray lmao that was horrible i'm never taking them out i looked so weird and BORINGGGGG piercing are so sexy they're worth the pain (unfortunately)
#i hate getting helix piercing too btw#i hate all of them so bad#every once in a while the idea of getting another one pops into my head and i just BEATTTT that thought out of my head fuck that shit lmao#BUT THEY REALLY DO LOOK SOOOOFUCKING GOOD#THEY MAKE EVERYBODY SOOOOSOOO SEXYYY I AM UNFORTUNATELY OBSESSED WITH THEM#SO GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#GET IT GET IT GET IT>:33333333333#scar <3#friends!!
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hi!!! i just saw you had a matchup event and i would like to enter if its still open 👉🏾👈🏾
i typically go by nikki online!! i’m pan so i don’t really have a preference for gender. i would like to be matched with jjk or demon slayer charas!!
i game, draw (i’m starting an art account and hoping to sell works… soonish?), and watch twitch streams literally daily. i’m a very big nerd!!! openly, too. there’s not much i don’t like other than basic boundaries and being overstimulated.
wait. i hate people that lie. for whatever reason!! i’m very honest (a lawful good 😔) and empathetic to a fault at times. with that being said i find it easier to make friends than most, usually from doing something equally stupid and kind for people. very family and close friend oriented, but not so much that i think its a priority in relationships. (though i don’t want children and probably will never)
i think i’m very into quality time and acts of service as love languages. my partner also has to be okay with physical touch… i get cuteness aggression so much. i don’t have many turn offs but i do want some sort of open communication and to feel safe. my partner should also be my best friend!!
and uhhh. most things don’t make me cry? i’m typically the strong person that people look to to keep them stable in tough or situations. though i am very open about my struggles with depression and anxiety, i think i’m often seen as pretty cheerful and always laughing LOL
also omg i love cats….. so sad my family is afraid of them :(
hopefully this is not too long… i’m so sorry if it is. but ty for reading and doing a matchup event!!!
Nanami Kento!
Nanami's voice is ragged against your mouth. "If I get my hands on you, really, honestly get my hands on you, I don't know if I'll be able to stop. You know he isn't lying. You know it in your soul. That's why you trust him with your body. "So stop being so honorable Nanami and touch me."
It was tempting to pair you with a more "nerdy" character but I see Nanami fulfilling and completing you really well
Most of your dates with Nanami would involve quiet, meaningful activities at home. He appreciates your artistic side, so evenings might be spent with you drawing or even watching twitch streams while he reads or works quietly beside you, both enjoying the comfortable silence.
Nanami's love language leans towards acts of service, much like your own. He would likely show his affection through practical gestures, perhaps organizing your art supplies or upgrading your computer setup for gaming and streaming, appreciating how these things bring you joy.
With both of you valuing honesty, conversations would be refreshingly straightforward. Nanami's blunt nature complements your own directness, leading to a relationship grounded in trust and open communication.
Nanami def respects boundaries and personal time, aligning well with your need for space when overstimulated. He understands the importance of having time apart to engage in individual interests, which only strengthens your relationship.
He might not be the type to overtly celebrate every little achievement, but Nanami would make a point to acknowledge and celebrate milestones in your art career or personal projects, understanding the significance of these moments to you.
Nanami is the definition of stable, he is honestly someone you can rely on in your worst times. Trust him and he will trust you
True to his word, Nanami clocks out at six and keeps work at work, ensuring that your time together is undisturbed by outside responsibilities, which means uninterrupted date nights and more focused attention on each other. Probably says smth like “sorry gotta go see my girlfriend.” And just dips in the middle of a fight.
NANAMI IS A SERVICE DOM this is canon I’m sure.
I put his libido at a 6/10 which probably isn’t as high as yours (as you mentioned) but like I said he is a service dom so would definitely help you out
Definitely open to bondage
Hope you enjoyed!
MATCHUP RULES AND INFO
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For the ship(s) of your choice:
4. Their favorite show to watch together?
7. Who's clumsier?
10. Who is always reminding the other not to forget important documents/general things before leaving out the door?
Thank you @frankenjoly for the ship ask! ships of my choice"" is hard to pick (I have so many!) but I decided to go with ramposano cuz I don't talk about them as much as I want to on here XD (and these questions fit them perfectly ghjfk)
4. Their favorite show to watch together?
For Ranpo, it's def crime series/documentary! He prob calls out the criminal within two seconds of the "murder" and if the murderer turns out to be a red herring planted (for sake of a deliberate plot twist or smth) he would list out all the reasons why it's impossible for them to have committed the murder lol (ofc, Yosano is in agreement but she won't admit it out loud lolol) Yosano might whine to switch to something else but secretly she loves watching crime thrillers with Ranpo, mainly bc he gets so excited about them and his excitement is contagious ghfjk
As for Yosano, I think she'd like watching something slice-of-life-y or light romcom just to de-stress; sometimes, she might watch more cheesy sentimental movies for a good cathartic cry. Ranpo hates them but joins her anyway (bc it's fun to see her expressions more than the movie lmao) honestly he doesn't understand why they are creating unnecesssary misunderstandings/situations and why the plot reveal wasn't obvious right from the beginning. Neither why Yosano is crying for the characters but he would let her cry and console (re:teasing consoling) her in whatever way he can. later, they will dip into a big tub of ice-cream too!
7. Who's clumsier?
Ranpo, but a drunk Yosano is def clumsier than a sober Ranpo. Honestly, they are both somewhere on the clumsy scale-> Ranpo with his clothes, belongings, getting lost etc., while Yosano might trip over her heels if she is lost in thoughts but walk up and leave like nothing lmao (doesn't make her any less clumsy and Ranpo definitely noticed asa she entered the room haha)
10. Who is always reminding the other not to forget important documents/general things before leaving out the door?
Yosano! But at times, Ranpo points out, as casually as he can, something he knew/figured out she had forgotten, so she gets caught off-guard (and Ranpo gets his gotcha moment lol)
#bsd#ranposano#may-answers#ask game#otp asks#frankenjoly#thank you for the ask!#bsd ranpo#bsd yosano
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https://www.tumblr.com/m1ckeyb3rry/751666521389039616/omg-how-thebhell-did-i-manage-to-say-time-4x-in
no because girl exactly like the way they yearned for each other and like the two times they finally kissed ohhhh😫 i still have a few ss of my fav parts of icoamd and whenever i read back on them i’m like oh that is PEAK yearning and i live for it..
and LMAO yes like the way i first started reading sith in its early days literally just for colt, then midway through i was team friedrich 😭 then hadrian came along and literally everyone fell in love but i cannot lie i believe friedrich is for y/n more than anyone else 🤚🏼
pls and i have been here forever, i haven’t seen anyone use emojis in your asks anymore but i was 🌫️ back in the day 😭😭 i dipped for so long when i fell in love lmao but reading fics was such a comfort to me back in 2020-2022 and i would be lying if i said some of them have not literally changed my idea of love and what i want my love to look like because it’s like,, even for a story so far removed and so different from my own life there’s the little things and little feelings that i can relate to!!?!?£ and that’s why even though i haven’t been into any specific anime characters for a while, i still love to pop in and read a good fic bc it’s just so so comforting, and it can be different from reading a real book sometimes when occasionally i feel too unserious to be reading a whole book🤚🏼
i am truly the og though like i went from being a silent reader to the loudest mf in the sith era then i dipped and now i am back from time to time😝
AHAHA ICOAMD WAS PEAK YEARNING sometimes i reread parts of it and i’m actually taken aback because some things in that were so romantic and for what??? like why am i insane over her thanking megumi for convincing gojo to buy her a horse?? but omg which parts are your favs i’m curious…i miss that story sm i wish i had the motivation to write for the royal au again 😫
i remember your asks HAHA they were always so fun!! and i get that lmaooo i think that’s kind of why i tend not to read fics as much as i write them just because i like to read and write about very specific scenarios and types of love and more often than not if you want smth specific you have to write it yourself 😔 luckily at least writing is a productive hobby (or so i tell myself LMAO) so i don’t feel too bad about it.
i’m glad to still have you around 💖 it’s always fun when the ogs pop back in HAHA
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I think what makes me feel... Weird??? Sad??? It's more the fact that, if they really thought this might be the end of the show and they tried to wrap up all the characters' stories in a nice way, that means they actually considered Buck's couch/Natalia resolution good??
Like, if you know you're having another season to develop it more, then that's fine, it's a "good" end. In the sense, at least he got a good resolution about the sperm donor sl, and we've seen him grow and learn, but hey, he's not gonna suddenly have the "answer" to all his doubts and worries, that's fine! That's normal! He will learn from this decision too next season!
But, if they meant for this to be The End of the show, just in case... I'm really disappointed about how they decided to finish his arc.
And I'm not even talking about Buddie or whatever. But the couch thing was about Buck, they could have made him choose the couch himself at least, not tie it to another girlfriend.
Even if they wanted to end it with Buck getting together with Natalia, I feel like they could have gone through it differently.
For example, they could have had Natalia apologize in the hospital like they did, leave them there with the "will they come back or not" vibe. Then have Buck choose a couch for himself (even if it's seeing one online or smth, not saying we gotta see him at the store or smth, idk). And then, we see him at ease and he makes the choice to call/text Natalia for another date (a good one this time, one that won't be interrupted constantly and will be about more than his death).
This way, by the time he asks Natalia out again, he's at least in a good place. The couch is one of the base furniture of a home, he should be able to get his own, chosen by himself. So I think it would have been better if he got a couch (meaning he doesn't have to settle, he has a complete home, a family who loves him, one that he made), and only then he asked Natalia to try again. (Also kinda tying to him not needing a romantic partner to be happy, to have a complete home, but choosing to because he likes Natalia)
Again, I understand all this works since we have next season to dip into it more, I'm just worried(?) they saw that as a good final resolution if there was no more show!
(sorry for this long ass post, and thank you I've you've made it to the end!!)
#idk if this makes sense; I just woke up jaja; but yeah; thats my opinion; i do love the rest of the episode tho!!!#911#911 fox#911 abc#911 6x18#911 show#evan buck buckley#evan buckley#911 buck#911 natalia#I'm sorry i can't remember her last name 😭😭
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ooohh that ask game has some interesting questions hmm how abt 16, 18, and 23?
i am realizing just how much this ask game is making me bare my soul goshhh (/not srs), thanks for sending me an ask, bibi!
16. What makes you immediately close a fic that otherwise seemed good?
hm...well, most of the time i try to stick it out even if i'm not enjoying the fic from the first few sentences. like, maybe it's just me but a lot of the first words of a fic tends to be the (for lack of a better word) "the gunk" that precedes the actual story? like some stories just have slow starts, but they do get gud.
but to answer the q, i guess stuff that makes me roll my eyes at a fic, in the context of x readers would probably have to be:
disclaimer: most of the time, i don't mind reading these. but there are just moments where they bother me as i'm reading
reader getting carried bridal style (i dont like it, i hate it. id rather be carried like a sack of potatoes. or id rather be carried like a goat by its shepherd. but i do like seeing characters getting princess-carried) just carry me like this instead 🤧🤧👇
royalty AU++CEO/office/corporate-setting AU (like secret princess of a kingdom or being a secretary, for example) i'm not a big fan of those kinds of settings. like ok sure a chara can look good in business formal or in some fine furs, but once the eye candy wears off thats when i exit the fic oops.
fics centered around marriage: i don't really enjoy reading proposals. also thinking of how the rings, the dresses, and the flowers look is hard bcs of my (partial?) aphantasia, but weddings Are Pretty Fun as a background setting. overall, i think what bothers me most is that the chara loses a bit of their personality after they get wed together with the reader.
^^actually in relation to this... im not that big of a fan of prom/dance settings, they both read very similarly, especially since the reader tends to be placed in the more passive role of being asked out. (but when you make it angsty or hurt/comfort, ok i will read it i'm a simple girl)
Oh and ig this is just me wishing for more in the Imposter-SAGAU genre of fanfic (i mean i'm still looking around, i don't feel desperate enough to write smth of my own), but i kinda wish the charas weren't so doe-eyed and quick to apologize to the reader. like, i get the feeling of wanting to write The Good Bits Immediately (e.g. being fawned over, getting to lord that blunder over the characters) but the potential of slowburn trauma recovery and developing a relationship from straight-up antagonism is Right There.
18. What media do you want to get into because of artists/writers you like?
i think i'd want to try reading more poetry? like, if i rb a lot of web weaving, i gotta know sumn other than "deep" pop lyrics (u wont find me saying nice things about ms sw*ft). so far i'm thinking of starting with ocean vuong and richard siken (basic ik but i mean, their works are good)
dunmeshi! i've been putting it off for forever 🙈🙈 (<-girlie watched frieren and forgor abt dunmeshi bcs they got yorushika to do the 2nd OP) but senshi,,,, SENSHI THE MAN THAT U ARE,,,,
Oh! and i'm rlly curious about alien stage! my sibling's dipping into it and he told me it was basically america's got talent x the promised neverland. and he said the magic words "toxic yaoi" and "doomed yuri," i Gotta watch it atp. (also like, carole and tuesday rearranged my brain, im ready to put a sadder spin on it😤)
23. What would you make a 5 hour video essay on, if you had enough time and motivation?
as soon as i read this all my hyperfixations have: left the server HAHAHA
maybe in terms of recent ones, i could try analyzing madds buckley's my love is sick. i wrote about that album for a final paper in a basic music elective, but i was constrained to only 3 pages so i only talked about 2-3 songs. but i could pretend to be a music major and regale ppl with how the leitmotifs tie together and completely destroy me add a new layer of meaning to the songs on subsequent listens. Also like, these songs just Get It (not sure what "it" is exactly, but there's smth related to first love and love lost*)
(but atm im just yoinking songs from there to use for fic/chapter titles, i plan on using one for this ruggie timeloop angst fic im plotting out anyway)
(art appreciation ask questions, please bug me to rb some underrated art and fic)
#dellet-asks#a runner up wud have to be ghost quartet...oh that song cycle has my heart#so many good lines and moments#it haunts me#*like not to say that queerness is a monolith but#there are some quote-unquote universal experiences (to some extent)#and im just floored errytime when i see recent art that just Gets It
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IS THERE ARCANE DONNIE LORE THEY'RE THE SCRUNKLE EVER I LOVE THEM
There is actually winky face
I typed this earlier on discord so it's messy but big and there's a bit more now so it'll all go under the cut :]
We just came up with them like today so there isn't a whole lot but I'll add to the thread as we come up with more anyways they worked with silco for a decent amount of time not really knowing what the fuck they were doing because they just wanted to do something and didn't really care how it impacted anyone so they didn't pay attention a whole lot and treated it kind of like busywork but at one point they were like . shit . and decided that they had to not do this but the problem was that they didn't really know how to leave and not face consequences so they stayed around for another month or so before there was a lab explosion while they were working on smth and it was just them there so they realized that this would be the perfect (and probably only) opportunity to dip so (like a dumbass) they left without taking care of any of their injuries and their somewhat deluded self decided that it was a good idea to leave the undercity entirely and they passed out a few minutes after they got there (obviously) and woke up in the hospital (obviously) because funny thing is it just so happened that there was an explosion at a mansion or whatever the fuck it was from ep 1 nearby so everyone assumed that this was just some random guy caught in the crossfire so anyway fast forward a bit and they find out about Hextech beginning to become a thing and is like holy shit I need to do THAT and sneak in using totally legal methods and is just like "hi !! I'm doing this with you now!! how does it work how did it start" and the only reason that they aren't immediately kicked out and arrested or smth is that they're actually really good at this shit because they're donnie and they're recognized as that random guy from the news who got exploded a little bit (also the stuff on their mask is just paint I liked how it looks so I kinda went with it) and I think that's it for now
They're so unhinged and just get themself into situations™️
The government is p stupid so I think this could work out somehow
-their goggles aren't actually goggles !! The top parts are detachable and prety easily break in order to release the liquid inside which gives it the color and is highly corrosive so if they ever get into a bad spot they can just fuck someone up
-They're aware of the fact that their clothing is way too fucking big but they refuse to get things that actually fit them . Even in the lab they wear their regular attire (yes it is a hazard . They've been told . They do not care)
-the most normal person who is definitely from topside no lies 100% real and true (they're from the undercity)
-this is technically a separated au because they're not aware of the fact that they have siblings for a while (like after they leave the undercity) although the others know that they exist somewhere but they don't know where oh and splinter is dead btw fjs
-Theyre not really used to fighting with weapons, most of the fights they're in/have been in are hand to hand but when they do use weapons they usually go for shit that you can throw and that hurts a lot because it's the most affective and that's all they really care about
-because of this their fighting style is really chaotic they are entirely unpredictable to people who haven't seen them before but there's a method to their madness although as soon as they start carrying corrosive liquid on their person people leave them alone for the most part fhks
-they barely ever sleep and the amount of times they they've passed out in front of research and whatnot is countless
-they did stay with silco for a bit after they realized that this is fucked up actually not only because they couldn't leave without basically faking their death if they didn't want consequences but also because the little shreds of validation that they got were literally everything without someone present to give them that they're even worse than regular rise donnie
-They're thirteen about to turn fourteen when they start working with silco and they're fifteen when they "die" and leave to topside . they itty bitty
-also YES they do have a techbo and YES it is equipped with many explosives and whatnot and there's even more after they leave silco because they're paranoid a little bit
#noodle talks#not art#rottmnt#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt x arcane#arcane#rottmnt au#ill talk about how the brothers meet eventually maybe#i hope you see why im so insane over them now#wow this was longer than i thought#anyway#their decision to go to topside was really fucking stupid but they were sleep deprived and losing blood so they werent thinking but hey
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