#basically the whole dynamic lol

[risingjayart]

Deadpool & Wolverine (2024)

[anonimea1y]

since we're in 2025 now and the most popular crk ship rn is toxic yaoi and one of the newest cookies is from the st. pastry order can we pleaaaase talk about pastryvelvet now?

[kalosian-woods]

GYM LEADER THOUGHTS PT. 2

(Part 1 here)

KORRINA

The girl, the myth, the legend; the one who got her own arc that was one of the best things I have ever witnessed. I honestly still can't believe we got a genuinely good arc for someone like her: a Gym Leader, a Mega Evolution user/expert in-games, and idk a girl ig with how allergic anipoke is as a whole to giving us long-term female Battle Trainers. Or just XY with girls in general sans Bonnie.

(Also I just can't help but hear the Amy Rose voice and it makes me giggle a little, sue me)

STRICTLY staying on XY so I don't start harping on about her girlmance with Bea and her acting skills with Gramps, she had an interesting story for her in the series: in this iteration of events, she just recently got her Key Stone from her grandfather and was on her way to get the Mega Stone for Lucario so they can Mega Evolve, a phenomenon that they never personally took part in before. She doesn't have experience with it but she's heard the stories and (hopefully) seen it in action before, and with the way that both her and Lucario are strong? Well, she presumed it would be a peace of cake. I mean--

That sounds pretty clear-cut, right? All you need are strong bonds, just like how Korrina interpreted this statement. But... Well...

Yeah. That.

I'm actually in love with how, for once, XY's very 'dramatic' showing of the imperfect Mega Evolution perfectly displays the issue between Korrina and her Lucario. She trusts it to make its own moves in battle, so when it's overloaded with newfound power it ultimately falls down the pit of pure instinct to combat the rush of aura it's experiencing. And instinct has no qualms about the difference of friend or foe, or notions of propiety. All instinct wants is to let power loose, to act as a wild animal with no recollections of before, to stop any threats around it-- and threats are usually moving, right?

And that's why Korrina's panicked commands can't reach it-- because she never had to counter Lucario before. Because she has always let it be in the front seat with the freedom to carry out whatever moves it deemed was right, and so that ability to listen to the Trainer has atrophied with time. Her place in the battlefield has been rendered redundant by letting Lucario be its own Trainer. Yes, they are friends, close friends, but there is a time where the Trainer has to step up and say the words while the Pokemon focuses their energy on the attacks, and there is a place where this distinction has to happen.

Korrina learns this distinction with Mabel.

It's not to say that it's sudden, that they learn the perfect thing there and boom. What I love, love, LOVE about this arc is that technically, little by little, Korrina manages to wrestle control away from that instinct, that unstable, explosive aura, and establish her place as the Trainer again. We see it in XY EP33 'Calling From Beyond The Aura', how her voice managed to slip through to Lucario, and what I love about THAT is how that is displayed to Lucario itself.

(lucario headspace... so foggy because he can't see/control/overwhelmed... and every time she talks it's like a mirage because he isn't used to it... but when it's strong, it's a light that he can run up to and anchor himself into his own body. ily this moment <3)

With Mabel comes understanding (through very very repititive flower-picking), about how, no matter what, you will always have a little difference between you and your Pokemon, your friends, and even your yesterday self. But it is the knowing of it that allows you to work together as a team, to use those strengths on the battlefield. It is not weakness to have a Trainer lead the way in the battle, just as how it is not strength to merely have power as the Pokemon. Each have their own duties and urgh the ep does it better than me at this rate. But I love this story all the same.

It's so satisfying seeing Korrina grow from this overconfident battling fiend who relies on her Lucario to do most of the heavy lifting to a more wiser person who understands that they can be friends and also partners as well. Both of them knowing the power of the observer and valuing it just as much as the one who battles. And it's such an apt message in a region based on the bonds between people and Pokemon and a phenomenon that trascends known boundaries through that bond-- if any part of it is caught lacking, it will have dire consequences, because it is a transformation that hurts the one that undergoes it, a transformation that grants power at the price of comfort... a transformation that is gained through love and trust. Trust in yourselves and in each other. Love in the partner and in the battle itself. An unbreakable will going against all odds to become unstoppable.

With such an evolution, there is no room for unearned strength. It must be done through the proper channels, through the sacred positions held by people and Pokemon. Because that's how it always started-- through the bonds between them in battle, through mutual trust in the roles that one other play in battle itself. And Korrina and Lucario returning to those roots and learning that importance?? *chef's kiss* Stunning. What can I say? I'm a sucker for lore and character arcs, and this delivered both!

As a character herself, Korrina is so goofy fr. The way she decided to show their strength before getting the Mega Stone was by battling 100 Trainers and getting 100 straight wins, it's insane. AND she documented it in a scrapbook full of pawprints (and hopefully names or otherwise she has stellar memory lol) that she meticulously filled out to the point of hurriedly getting Pikachu to stamp a ketchup-y paw on it once she remembered.

(Serena's face PLEASE)

Xerneas bless her.

She matches Ash with her enthusiam for battles (and sheer belief in their Pokemon), she genuinely cares for Lucario like family (or soulmates in sub), she wants to impress her Gramps even though he's a cranky pants for this arc, she has struggles and goes through self-doubt and get impatient; she goes through such a spectrum of feelings throughout her time on-screen and I love that for her. I love how she doesn't neccessarily get sequestered in a box just because she's a Gym Leader, who are usually displayed as static characters throughout the anime. Sure, static characters can impart wisdom that is easier to get explicitly because you can trust them in that inwaverable way, but it's so much more impactful when we go on a journey with a dynamic character and learn besides them. And so, I feel it's so much more impactful when we finally see Ash go up against Korrina, because we've seen how much she's went through in order to obtain Mega Evolution (even though we don't get half as much development with the rest of her team... could've been cool to see that dynamic beforehand and how it differed to Lucario...).

AUwise is a whole basket for me with the amount of ideas I want to expand on with her. You've said it before and I've talked to others about it but her arc could've encompassed a lot more of the gang than just Ash here. Clemont too had a failing that was linked to the Gym and his side job (Korrina actually getting too focused on the battling portion aka every challenger in Gyms ever and trying to balance with the knowledgeable aspect of being a Mega Evolution Successor) and idk they're both Gym Leaders. They both had to take time out of the Gym to get their priorities straight, especially about Pokemon themselves. And they can both rant to each other and battle it out and talk it over, both of them. This could also work so well for Serena as well, who is technically in-canon still sort of indecided yet as to what she wants-- and here is Korrina, battle-ready.... and also a good person to try out battling too, especially with the rhymthic battling style (remember?? remember how Ash dropped it?? remember??????????) which Serena can definitely try and possibly even adopt for Showcases (literally a fic i wrote ages ago, wink wink) (actually my fic says a lot about what their relationship could've been like esp in the tags itself lol).

Just,,, Korrina deserved to interact with everyone in the gang, yes, even Bonnie. She's travelling with them!! Learning with them!! And yet it feels like she's in this bubble where the rest of the Kalos Gang were spectators to what she was going through or something. And Ash gets to battle her in the end yeah yeah. For someone as social and loud and large as life as Korrina, I feel like making connections, especially human ones, would do her a world of good in not only understanding her own arc (and getting a good scope for people stuff because she's spent so much time with Pokemon) but also expanding her horizons and really experiencing all of what a journey has to offer. Because in the end, she really did go through her own journey to find and obtain Mega Evolution alongside Lucario, no matter what they've went through or learnt along the way.

RAMOS

(let's forget the fact that Clemont took a whole ep to know who he was lol)

Ngl I was thinking that there wasn't going to be /as much/ to say about him since S2 is where we start to have a drop-off in the fun qualities that I enjoyed in XY (even though yes, I do like S2 for having a bit more focused Serena and Clemont moments), but then I checked out the Ice Cream Ep XY EP57 'Thawing an Icy Panic' and dang I love what they did with Ramos here.

For an ep centered around the Ice Cream mons getting lost and angry and freezing an entire city in two minutes, we get some pretty good snapshots of Ramos as a character. He's pretty blunt with his words, calling out Clemont (and gang) for trespassing on his property and telling Ash off for trying to stop raging Pokemon the only way he knows how: by sacrificing himself in a bid to talk them down. He literally generates electricity (presumably for the city) by using Sunflora:

Which gives me such vivid memories of Johto and that old couple with their million Sunflora:

(what's with Sunflora crowds lol) (the fact that Clemont is so interested in that whole thing is such a missed oppotunity but I'm not bitter about it or anything hahaha)

ANYWAYS, he's not shy about accepting compliments and clearly he has a unique way of going about situations, whether with TR-- where he calmly appraised the problem after removing Ash from certain death and nudged them along the beating-up process while also lending his own aid-- or in the Gym Battle itself, using everything from Abilities to the terrain itself. And I especially love how he tailors the challenger's experience so well; while Ash might have been a different case with his earlier meeting before the Gym battle, Ramos reads his key weakness (re: rushing and going at things headforward) and lends him advice at the end of one episode...

Just to reinforce it in the next/the Gym Battle itself.

(man his subtitle colour hurts my eyes...)

Ngl, Ramos really takes what most of us expect of Gym Leaders (people who mind the city and are usually the first point of call when big problems relating to Pokemon happen, someone who guides and advices Trainers, a person who has specific knowledge about a particular type and applies it in many sectors of life like battles and innovation) and breathes a new sort of life to it. He's a Gym Leader, it's true, but he's also that old man riding his Gogoat and tending to his ranch, engaging in city-wide events and explaining traditions to newcomers and showing off his Sunflora horde. He's a tough opponent, a hurdle, one of the many preventing Ash from entering the Kalos League as he is now-- but he's also that man that people call for help, that man that decorated the oldest tree around in a day's time, that man that can gently sass back. Growing in different enviroments, showing different sides in different conditions. Versatile and ready for change just as readily as setting down roots. Learning all the way, even if you are old. It's pretty cool, that's all I can say.

Also never forget how in the Teraleak it said that he had met Eternal Floette once and so that's how his interests in plants started: as a way of wishing that maybe that same Pokemon will visit his garden again. It's just so 🥺🥺🥺

Haven't really gotten to thinking about him AUwise, but ooohoho boy I've got some ideas lol. What I can say is that I really do like the sort of mentorship he takes with Ash-- he can recognise that he's 'good' while also challenging him with strategies and with his attitude as well. I'm doing this thing where I'm getting Clemont to take at least a little out of every Gym and learn something on his journey; not just from Ash, but from his other friends and even his colleagues too. Beyond the obvious 'bro are you okay the challenger you're following is hyper as heck' and 'hey i heard you lost your gym once lol', one good way that Clemont can bond with this old guy is with Chespin since... Grass-Type... it's right there. It was perfect. Why is Anipoke allergic to Chespin arghhhhh. And I think it's a good contrast with the whole 'take it slow' mentality with whatever Clemont and Chespin's relationship is... especially with Clemont's battle against Ash coming right up.

(Also seriously I get it's not their job but how do Gym Leaders have no idea about the Showcase happening in their area, that's crazy.)

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[syluses]

I just wanted to say I absolutely adore your Sylus fics, especially Love is a Bitch - thank you for feeding the community some quality daddy kink content. Too often I find it's poorly written or not actually a daddy kink/ddlg dynamic but simply using the word 'daddy' a couple of times. This is my unofficial plea for you to plz continue your good work lol <3

Oh 🥹 thank you my dear its truly my pleasure hehe <3 i absolutely loooove sylus… and i love that fic too. i actually dont know if i could ever outdo myself on it LOL- it means so much to me! but ofc i try my best with each new fic hehe :] thank u friend 💞

also its funny bc im super into the daddy kink stuff (shocker), but im really not into ddlg.. if that makes sense? so i wouldnt classify it as the latter. i dont know how to explain it. but anyways yeah i will say there’s just smth about a man who wants to be like ur daddy that … 😩

[mad-hunts]

alright, i have come here to discuss something tonight and that topic is: barton still killing every single police officer that bothers him at the docks (except for jim, but i swear that's just for plot purposes. okay... nah 🫠 it's not lmao BUT moving on) and hating law enforcement in general + vigilantes, BUT with the new added context that he has a partner who he found out is a vigilante? well... i'm just here to say that it makes me think that doing mental gymnastics is just a daily practice for barton at this point LOL

but that's okay, because his vigilante partner is genuinely slay in his eyes + worth it. and thus, anyone who dares try to call him a hypocrite for being with her will be smacked halfway to tuesday so ❤️ (the heart essentially means don't do it JSJSJ ☠️ not to say that i would expect that anyone here would do it OFC though y'all know what i mean (,,: and oh, the mun who portrays the vigilante character that i'm talking about knows who they are tehe MUAH ilyyy)

[mainfaggot]

just watched challengers at the cinema w my little sister. it was so intense wtf

[cjhartley]

i have decided to just start calling cjscisci world egg theory* for now as a placeholder. lets hear it for 🍳 or 🥚 idk which . whatever

*not actually a trans joke but that also works . real connor oc fans remember my giant treatise abt eggs and the spirit and ghosts as basically the more mature form of a human and soul and the body as the egg and etc. and basically its just a big thing i wrote while high and then it changed the course of cj scisci story 4ever bc thats when i added in dilly and liza and ronnie (who ik i said i got rid of and i might still get rid of them but they were made with dilly originally) who were from a different half finished concept i had going on . but anyways they got transplanted and then abbie and sanctity got transplanted as well

[frascospecimen]

what is elean and maymunah's relationship like? from what i understand elean is a sweetheart and maymunah is a scared/angry child so

YAY I love thinking about these two. The gist of it is maymunah is scared/really distrustful of adults and elean wants to make them feel safe while also not really having much experience with kids. Elean DOES have a lot of experience working with animals (mostly dogs) and mostly interacts with maymunah like you would a scared stray dog. Elean mostly does her best to show Hey we’re all nice here! We don’t bite! while also kind of keeping her distance because she doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries 😭 at some point they warm up to her though they get really close. Elean ends up really enjoying having someone to take care of/dote on and she ends up being a little overbearing but she means well lol. I think she likes making them listen to music she likes and they like it a lot but they’d never admit it LOL

[itsays]

very niche ship moment ahead.

i love the scene when hira tells kioyi to hit him and instead he does that thing where he kinda caresses his cheek instead. this is one of my favorite scenes of the series. and GET THIS. it remind me when in bad genius (the series) when pat hits grace but really he just touches her and tells her to hit him back and she does the same. and im eating both my fists

[bit3mebabyx]

Made of glass

🪽you knew joel could be controlling and cruel yet you pushed your luck anyways. stupid, stupid girl…🪽3k

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), smut, jackson joel, established relationship, age gap, power imbalance, fem reader, afab reader, punishment (belt/ spankings), mentions of pain, profanity, unprotected p in v, degradation, praise, edging/ denial, orgasms, creampie, fingering, daddy kink, consent non consent (i think??? at the very least it’s dubious), emotional manipulation, man handling, angst, toxic! joel, possessive! joel (find me a version where he isn’t lol), sex used as a form of control, aftercare, nicknames, brat reader, dom/ sub dynamics, no y/n, dark joel, hair pulling

basically a whole lot it’s dark shit, let me know if i missed anything as i haven’t really written a whole lot of stuff like this!

reminder: you are responsible for your own internet consumption please do not read if any of the above content is not appropriate for you 🤍

authors note: this came to me to me in a depraved vision, it’s real messed up but i’m obsessed with it.

Kicking at the snowbank with the toe of your boot, muttering under your breath. Joel stalked a few feet ahead, heavy steps crunching loud enough to cover up the steady stream of curses you aimed at the back of his head.

"You gonna pout the whole way home?" His voice cut through the cold air like a whip — rough, worn, irritated.

You didn’t answer yet, just sped up until you were walking at his side, shooting him a look from under your lashes. "Maybe if you weren't such a hardass, patrol wouldn't be so damn miserable."

Joel stopped dead in his tracks. The sudden halt made you stumble a step before you caught yourself.

He turned toward you slow, eyes narrowing as he held your gaze. "You wanna run your mouth, fine. But you pull one more stunt like that back there—" His voice dropped, dark and dangerous, "you ain't leavin' Jackson again."

You crossed your arms, heart hammering against your ribs. "I handled it. You act like I’m made of glass."

Joel stepped closer — close enough that his body heat cut through the winter chill. Close enough that when he looked down at you, it made your knees want to buckle.

"You ain't made of glass," he said lowly. "You're just young enough it, it makes you act stupid."

Your stomach twisted, heat pooling low and tight. You opened your mouth — maybe to argue, maybe to apologize — but Joel cut you off by grabbing your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing your eyes up to his.

"You listenin'?" he rasped. His grip wasn’t painful or hard, but it was firm. Commanding.

You nodded, pulse thrumming wild.

Joel’s gaze dragged over your face, slow and simmering. "Next time you disobey me like that... I won't be so fuckin' patient."

There was a dark promise in his tone. Not cruelty — control. Care that was delivered as dominance. You felt it in your chest, your belly, all the way down.

He let go of your chin and took a step back. You almost whimpered at the loss of contact.

"Get movin'," he muttered, turning away. "We’ll finish this conversation somewhere private."

The house was cold when you stepped inside. Joel locked the door behind you with a heavy clunk, the sound final, and for a moment, you just stood there — the air thick between you.

“Take off your coat,” Joel said roughly. “Boots too. Don’t want you runnin’ anywhere.”

You swallowed, hands fumbling at the buttons of your jacket and, kicked off your boots, toes curling against the worn rug. Joel watched you the whole time, his arms crossed, jaw set.

When you were standing there, smaller somehow without all the layers, he jerked his chin toward the center of the living room.

“On your knees,” he said.

Your breath caught — but you did it. Dropped down onto the rug, knees pressing into the scratchy fibers, your hands awkward in your lap.

Joel stepped closer, boots heavy against the floorboards. He loomed over you, looking down at you like you were something he owned, something he was deciding the fate of.

"Now," he said, voice like gravel, "you're gonna tell me exactly what you did wrong. And you're gonna tell me why you're sorry."

You wet your lips, heart pounding. "I—I didn’t listen to you on patrol. I rushed ahead when you told me to wait. I... I could've gotten hurt."

Joel said nothing, just stared down at you, waiting.

You blinked up at him, throat tightening. "I'm sorry," you whispered. "It won't happen again. I promise."

For a second, you thought maybe that would be enough. That he'd sigh, drag you up into his arms, kiss the top of your head and let it go.

But Joel shook his head slow, disappointment etched deep into the lines of his face.

"That easy for you, huh?" he muttered. "Say a few words, think that erases the risk you took?"

You opened your mouth — maybe to argue, maybe to beg — but Joel crouched down in front of you, his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just hard enough to make you feel it.

"Sorry ain't good enough, baby," he said low and dangerous. "Not when it’s your life on the line."

You whimpered, heat flashing through your whole body. You leaned into his touch without meaning to, desperate for it.

Joel’s thumb brushed along the side of your throat, like he could feel the frantic pulse there. His eyes softened just a fraction — but it didn’t change his next words.

"You need a real lesson," he murmured. "One you ain't gonna forget."

He stood up again, towering over you, the muscles in his thighs flexing as he moved.

"Take off your pants," he ordered. "Now."

You hesitated, hands trembling as you undid the button of your jeans. Joel just stood there, arms crossed, watching — no mercy in his face, no softness.

When you awkwardly peeled your jeans down your thighs, shivering when the cold air hit, Joel finally moved.

He pulled the thick leather belt from around his waist with a slow, deliberate motion — the snick of it sliding free made you clench around nothing, thighs instinctively pressing together.

Joel folded the belt in his hand, testing the weight of it.

"Hands behind your back," he said quietly. "Kneel up, head down."

You obeyed instantly, heart hammering. The floor scratching at your cheek as you rested against the time-worn surface, hands locked behind you. Vulnerable. Waiting.

Joel circled you slowly like a wolf deciding where to sink his teeth. His fingers brushed your clothed back, trailing up to the back of your neck grabbing your attention so you have no choice but to meet his eyes.

"You’re gonna take ten," he said. "One for every second you ignored me out there."

You whimpered — ten felt like an impossibly painful number. But you nodded, desperate to please him now, desperate to fix what you’d broken.

"And you’re gonna count every single one out loud," Joel said, voice a dark rumble. "You lose count, we start over."

Before you could answer, the first crack of the belt landed across the curve of your ass.

You yelped — the sting blooming fast, white-hot and deep.

"One," you gasped, blinking hard against the prickling at the corners of your eyes.

Another lash — harder this time — snapping against the top of your thigh.

"Two!"

Joel didn’t say anything. He just kept going, slow and methodical, each strike placed with brutal precision.

Not enough to leave you bloody — but enough that you felt it. Felt it in your skin, your bones, your pride.

By six, you were sobbing. Knees wobbling. Cheeks burning from the combination of scratchy carpet and tears. Joel paused just long enough to wrap his free hand in your hair, dragging your head back so you had to look up at him.

"You think you’re tough?" he rasped. "That how you acted out there? Like you don't need me watchin' your back?"

"N-no," you choked out, tears slipping down your cheeks. "I’m sorry, Joel. I’m so sorry."

He growled low in his throat — a sound of frustration, and something darker.

"You ain't sorry yet," he muttered.

The last four lashes came faster, sharp and punishing — and by the end, you were sagging forward, gasping for air, thighs trembling.

Joel tossed the belt aside and dropped to one knee in front of you. Pulling you up so you were kneeling straight. His big, calloused hand cupped your face, thumb brushing roughly at the wetness there.

"Look at you," he said softly. "Pretty little brat. Thinkin' you can do whatever you want."

He trailed his hand down your throat, down your chest, over your trembling stomach — until it rested just above your soaked panties.

"You ain't learned a thing yet," Joel murmured. "Still so fuckin' desperate for me."

You whimpered, hips tilting toward him without thinking.

Joel smirked — but it was cruel, slightly twisted.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and ripped them down in one savage tug.

Then he leaned back against the couch, spread his legs wide, and patted his thigh.

"Come here," he said.

You crawled to him on sore knees, climbing shakily into his lap, straddling him.

But when you tried to grind down, seeking any kind of friction, Joel grabbed your hips hard — holding you still.

"Nuh-uh," he said lowly. "You don’t get to use me. Not yet."

He slid two fingers through your wetness, gathering it — but didn’t sink them in. Just traced slow, teasing circles around your clit, light enough to make you whimper.

"You're gonna sit here," he said. "You're gonna take what I give you, when I give it. You’re gonna ask for permission and wait ‘til I give it."

You nodded frantically, desperate, needy beyond words.

Joel smiled, slow and mean.

"Good," he murmured. "Now beg me, baby. Beg me nice. Maybe I’ll decide you earned it."

You squirmed in his lap, trembling, your hands still locked behind your back like he told you — but it wasn’t enough. You needed more. You needed him.

Joel’s fingers circled your clit slow, lazy, never enough pressure. Barely there, just a cruel little brush that made your whole body jerk.

"Poor baby," he murmured, voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Look at you. Cryin', squirmin', makin’ a mess all over my jeans."

You whimpered, rocking your hips helplessly, but Joel's hand tightened around your hip, holding you down, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

"You thought you were grown out there, didn't you?" he said, tilting his head like he was talking to a naughty child. "Thought you didn’t need me tellin’ you what to do."

"Please, Joel," you gasped. "Please, I'm sorry, I swear—"

He chuckled low in his chest, your pathetic attempt at an apology amusing him.

"Sorry?" he echoed, sweet and cruel. "Baby, you don't even know what sorry means. If you did, you'd woulda been on your knees beggin' me to teach you better out there."

"I am," you sobbed, hips jerking. "I'm begging, Joel, please, please, I'll be good, I promise, I’ll listen next time, I’ll do whatever you want—"

Joel's thumb flicked your clit a little harder — still not enough to send you over, but enough to make your back arch, a broken cry ripping from your throat.

"Mm. Sounds pretty," he drawled. "But you said a lotta pretty things before, didn't you? Promised you'd behave out there. Look how that turned out."

"Different this time," you gasped, babbling now, too desperate to think straight. "I mean it, I’ll be good, I need you, I need you, Joel, please—"

Joel smiled — a slow, wicked, almost fond thing.

He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear.

"You’re so fuckin' pretty when you're stupid like this," he murmured. "Mouthy little thing turned into my sweet cryin' girl again. Bet you'd promise me the fuckin' world just to get a little relief, wouldn't you?"

You nodded frantically, tears spilling freely now, shame and need tangling so tightly you couldn't tell them apart.

Joel kissed your temple — so gentle it almost hurt worse than the teasing.

"Poor thing," he whispered. "Didn't even know what you needed ‘til I gave it to you."

You were falling apart in his lap, soaked and aching and dizzy with it.

"I’m sorry, Daddy," you sobbed without thinking, the word slipping out wild and raw. "Please, please, I’m sorry, I’m yours, I’ll listen, just—please, Daddy, please."

Joel went still for half a second — like the word lit something inside him.

Then he hummed low, pleased. His hand cradled the back of your head, pulling you in so your forehead pressed against his chest.

"There she is," he murmured. "There’s my good girl."

You shuddered in his arms, still hovering on the edge, broken open and waiting for him to decide what you needed.

Joel slid his fingers back between your legs — this time with real intent. Real pressure. Real promise.

"Sweetheart," he said softly, the mocking edge finally gone. "I know you’re sorry."

He kissed the top of your head, steady and sure.

"Cum for Daddy."

You shattered.

Your whole body locked up, a ragged sob tearing from your throat as you came hard, soaking Joel’s jeans, clinging to him like he was the only thing holding you together.

He held you through it, murmuring soft, filthy praise against your hair.

"Good girl. That’s it. That’s my baby. Knew you had it in you."

You didn’t stop shaking for a long time — and Joel didn’t let you go.

You were still trembling in his lap, forehead pressed to his chest, gasping for air like you’d just survived a war.

Joel rubbed slow, steady circles into your back — not saying anything at first, just letting you come down enough to feel how wrecked you were.

Then he hooked an arm under your knees, the other behind your shoulders, and lifted you like you weighed nothing at all.

You whimpered — from sensitivity, from trust, from the way your body just gave itself up to him completely.

Joel carried you through the house, the floor creaking under his boots, until he reached the bedroom.

He laid you down on the bed — but didn’t leave you long.

He followed you down, covering your body with his own, caging you in with his weight.

"You did so good for me," he murmured against your ear, voice low and thick. "Took your punishment like a big girl. Cried real pretty too."

You whimpered, squirming under him, already aching for more — even after everything.

Joel reached down, undoing his jeans, dragging them down enough to free himself. His cock was heavy, flushed dark, leaking at the tip.

He caught your chin in his fingers, tilted your face up to his.

"You ready for me, sweetheart?" he asked, voice soft but commanding. "Gonna let Daddy fuck that attitude outta you real gentle now?"

You nodded frantically, tears still clinging to your lashes. "Please, Joel. Need you. Need you inside."

Joel smiled — slow, dirty, affectionate.

"Course you do," he murmured. "You’re mine baby. Ain't goin' anywhere without me."

He lined himself up with your entrance — soaked and ready for him — and pushed in slow, steady, giving you every thick inch.

You gasped, back arching, nails digging into his shoulders, still clad in that flannel that was so... Joel.

Joel groaned deep in his chest — a rough, needy sound.

"Fuck," he muttered. "So fuckin’ tight still. Made for me, baby. Made for Daddy’s cock."

He bottomed out and stayed there, letting you feel every pulse of him inside you, every inch stretching you wide, filling every part of you that needed it.

Then he started moving — slow, deep thrusts that dragged the head of his cock right against your sweet spot, over and over, until you were keening under him.

Joel held your hands above your head with one big hand, the other gripping your waist, using your body like it was his right — and it was.

You wanted it to be.

"Look at you," Joel rasped, thrusting slow and hard. "Took your beltin', took my fingers, now takin’ cock like a good little girl."

You moaned, helpless, clenching around him.

Joel leaned down, kissed your open, gasping mouth — slow and claiming — then pulled back just enough to murmur:

"Say it again. Say who you belong to."

"Y-you, Daddy," you sobbed. "Belong to you. Always."

Joel groaned again — a filthy, wrecked sound — and fucked you harder, deeper, his control slipping just enough to make it rougher, just enough to make you sob his name again and again.

"You’re mine," he growled, voice shaking. "Mine to take care of. Mine to fuck. Mine to keep safe."

You were close again — so close it hurt. And he could fucking feel it.

Joel kissed you hard, swallowing your cries.

"Cum for me again, sweetheart," he panted against your lips. "Wanna feel you. Wanna make you fall apart on my cock."

It took barely a few more thrusts before you shattered — clenching around him so tight it milked his cock right over the edge right after you.

Joel fucked you through both your orgasms, his mouth pressed to your ear, murmuring broken praises:

"That’s it, good girl, so fuckin’ good, Daddy’s so proud of you."

He stayed inside you after, cradling your body against his, still pressing soft kisses to your hair, your forehead, your cheeks — his calloused hands never leaving your skin.

Like he had to remind you, over and over, that you were safe now. That you were his.

Joel rose above you, still and steady just enough to look at your face properly, letting your racing heart slow. His breath was warm against your temple as he wrapped his arms tighter around your trembling body.

“You did good,” he whispered, voice rough but gentle. “Real good.”

You clung to him, tears still slipping free — not just from the intensity, but because you finally felt it. The way he cared so damn much it scared you a little.

Joel kissed the top of your head slowly, as if committing every trembling inch of you to memory.

“I ain’t never lettin’ anything happen to you, you hear me?” he murmured. “You’re mine — all of you — and I’ll take care of you better than anyone else ever could.”

You sniffled, nodding against his skin. “I’m sorry, Joel. I mean it this time.”

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, those rough, scarred hands cradling your face like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“I know, baby,” he said, voice soft but sure. “And I ain’t just sayin’ that ‘cause I wanna hear it. I’m sayin’ it ‘cause I believe it. You’re mine. And I’m gonna keep you safe—no matter what, I never wanna hurt you but, I just can't risk it.”

He kissed you again—this time slow and sweet, full of promises and fierce protection.

You melted into him, the fierce heat and the gentle care tangled into one perfect, messy feeling.

Joel smiled, a rare softness breaking through his usual gruffness.

“Now,” he said, voice low and teasing, “you gonna behave on the next patrol? Or do I gotta remind you who’s really in charge again?”

You giggled—a shaky, relieved sound.

“Promise, Joel,” you whispered. “I’m yours. Always.”

He kissed you one last time before settling beside you, holding you close as sleep finally claimed you both.

[ectoplasmer]

I know I said warmshipping was going to be a workshopped name and I’d probably eventually find something better but what if. what if I was that speck of light in his life that made going through all the suffering and darkness worth it. what if he does make me feel all warm and fuzzy and happy and giddy inside and I make him feel like that too. what if we’re both just a comforting and loving embrace for each other to rest in in this rough world. what if we make each other feel and experience things we’ve never had before. what then

[tizeline]

Some snippets into Donnie's relationship to his brothers in the Separated AU

So after having figured out that Donnie is in fact their Long Lost Brother, the Drax Trio obviously want him back, and while Donnie is initially excited to find out that he has a bunch of siblings, he's less excited to find out that they're a bit, uh, evil. And they keep insulting April!! How dare they!!! Not to mention, he already has a dad, he doesn't need a new one! So no, Donnie isn't planning on just leaving his current family behind for this new one, and his brothers react to this in various different ways.

As much as Mikey wants Donnie back, Dr. Feelings understands that this is quite the adjustment for Donnie and that he may need some time to come to terms with the fact that he actually belongs with them and not with the humans. Mikey doesn't wanna force his brother to reunite with them, so instead he tries to convince Donnie to come home willingly through various ways. I mentioned this in an earlier post, but AU Mikey is essentially trying to give Donnie a redemption arc like Canon Mikey did with Draxum

Raph, however, sees Donnie and immedietly goes full Protective Big Brother Mode. He thinks the best course of action is to "forcefully rescue" (kidnap) him and and then convince him to stay and be apart of their family. He's can't help catastrophizing about all the way his baby brother is definitely being mistreated by Lou Jitsu and April and all the other evil humans oh NO they have to SAVE HIM!! The only reason he doesn't is because no one else in the Draxum family thinks it's a good idea

And then Leo. I'll go more into detail about Leo's character in this AU at a later dat cuz hhhhhhh but basically, he's still dealing with pretty intense Middle Child Syndrome and the LAST thing he need is another middle child joining the family! Why are all his family members so obsessed with getting Donnie back anyway? He's already clearly chosen the human side so why waste their time on him! .....Now that's not entirely the whole truth, he's kinda ecstatic when he first meets Donnie, except Donnie doesn't seem to care about them any, which... ouch.

Another way to describe their dynamic would be similar to their canon dynamic, a lot of friendly bickering.... except they don't really know each other and are also enemies here so like.... UNfriendly bickering.... which is just bickering lol. They fight a lot, is what I'm getting at.

Anyway you know the family dinner scene with Draxum in season 2 of the show? Yeah, Mikey tries that tactic here too. Like I said, Mikey wants to be patient with Donnie, but he does eventually get a bit tired of Donnie acting so hostile all the time so he starts organizing hangouts for the four of them (attendence is mandatory!)

And poor Donnie, this whole situation is a bit of an emotional rollercoaster for him, as you might imagine. Reuniting with your secret lost family is fun for all of five seconds before you find out that they're actually kinda messed up uh oh. A big reason why Donnie acts so hostile towards his brothers is because it's easier for him to just dismiss them as mere enemies that he feels no attatchment to. He's basically being made to pick between this new family and his old one is Not Fun.

[scoutofmymind]

Reader and Luigi basically being the old married couple of the group. A newcomer finds out that they aren’t actually together and it feels like breaking news because it’s basically assumed by most that they’re together. Maybe it isn’t until one of them starts getting actively pursued by someone else when it starts clicking why it makes them uncomfortable at the idea. Trying to leave this open ended for you.

The Jester’s Fucking the King — {Luigi x Reader }

Content: I’m gonna call this one NSFW— MDNI, friends to lovers, confusing feelings, Luigi has a physical touch fixation, you’re his fidget toy, fr tho, emotional manipulation lowkey, just a pinch (if you squint) of dirty talk, kinda love triangle

Wc: 3,458

Notes: yourself and Luigi have been Inseparable for six years, and the introduction of a new friend into the group throws a wrench into everything.

Before we start, I wanna make a quick note about the title, and where the hell it came from (lol). I was inspired by a tumblr post I came across awhile ago, and it stuck with me, I guess, because I randomly thought of it while I was writing this. That’s all. Enjoy xo

I took this and ran with it.

As usual.

"Who's this guy that she's bringing again?" you ask to the car at large, slumped in the backseat between your roommate Scarlett and the window. Your thumb swipes across your phone screen, watching Chloe’s location dot inch its way across the map while Luigi maneuvers through traffic and Ben fidgets with the radio from the passenger seat.

"I dunno, some guy she met in her new sculpture class this semester," Luigi mumbles through a barely-concealed grimace. The thought of adding another person to their carefully balanced social ecosystem clearly weighs on him. You know he's already mentally rehearsing his nice to meet you smile, the kind that takes more energy than he's willing to spend on a random Tuesday night.

"It'd better not be that kid Cole," you mutter, already dreading the possibility.

And because the universe has a cruel sense of humor, it was absolutely, undeniably, that kid Cole.

It hardly mattered what preconceived notions you’d had about him; they dissolved over time as Chloe started bringing him around more often.

The traits you once found annoying gradually morphed into something oddly endearing.

Still, he never quite seemed to understand the dynamic between you and Luigi.

On movie nights, when the six of you crammed into the living room, a messy sprawl of friends and blankets overtaking the couch and floor, you naturally claimed your usual spot; sprawled out across Luigi’s lap. Tonight was no different. You laid there with your back propped against the arm of the couch, scrolling through Instagram while your bottom half stretched longways over him, as if his lap had always been yours to occupy.

Every so often, you’d interrupt the movie to show him a meme or a video a mutual friend had sent. You’d lean in close, shoulders brushing, stifling your laughter together so as not to disturb the others watching John Wick. “That’s fucked up,” he muttered through a barely-contained chuckle, his eyes still on your phone screen.

Madison lives at home, her daily subway commute to campus a small price to pay for access to her parents' sprawling estate. Their backyard is a mediterranean dream, with a pool large enough to host the entire group of misfits, with room to spare.

You're draped over Luigi as he meanders around the pool's edge, both arms curved naturally around your waist beneath the waster. It's the kind of casual intimacy that comes from years of friendship, comfortable and worn-in. "Cole's actually pretty cool," he muses, tilting his head back expectantly.

You comply with the wordless request, holding the La Croix to his lips so he doesn't have to lift his hands from the water.

"Yeah," you agree, your eyes drifting across the pool to where Cole is pretending not to watch this whole exchange. His gaze darts away the moment yours meets his, like a kid caught stealing. "I really did think he was annoying at first, though."

Scarlett’s birthday party, your arms wrapped around Luigi’s waist, your head tucked beneath his arm as you swayed together and sang happy birthday. The whine as you shared a piece of cake, something about how “Luigi won’t even kiss me in public.” When someone said the two of you would have won prom king and queen if you went to the same high school.

Ben’s party followed just weeks later, the night still young and champagne bubbling through your veins. Luigi's hand clamped desperately over your mouth, but your eyes danced with mischief as you nodded enthusiastically at the circle gathered around you. "Yeah, Lu's got a PhD," you managed to say, and before he could stop you, the words tumbled out against his palm: "A pretty huge dick."

Cole watched.

"Did you know Cassie is seeing Dylan?" Cole asked, matching your frantic pace across campus. The morning fog swallowed your mumbled recitations as you mentally rehearsed your presentation for the hundredth time.

"Yeah, Cole, and I'm fucking Luigi.” you scoffed, the sarcasm dripping over every word like sticky molasses as you rolled your eyes. You yanked open the auditorium doors, disappearing behind them without a backward glance, mind already racing ahead to bullet points and transitions.

The very idea that Cole would believe such obvious campus gossip had you shaking your head as you slid into your seat.

But he did believe it.

He stood frozen in the hallway you'd left him in, staring at the closed doors like they might offer some explanation. "Yeah? I know.” he mumbled to your ghost, the words settling confused and heavy in the empty corridor.

The absolute certainty in his voice would have made you laugh, if you'd been there to hear it.

The seasons had shifted, and with them, Cole's hope had quietly ebbed away. After months of watching you, he'd finally accepted what everyone else seemed to know instinctively — even if Luigi wasn't in the picture, you were simply out of reach.

Saturday night found your usual crew at your claimed table in Madison’s backyard, the surface cluttered with emptied drinks and scattered Uno cards. Luigi absently twisted the rings on your fingers — a mindless habit he'd developed somewhere between freshman year and now — while chaos erupted around you.

The familiar symphony of shouted accusations about who was hiding the Draw Four cards mixed with the glow of phones being passed around, TikToks and screenshots sparking new waves of laughter.

Cole watched the way Luigi's fingers danced over yours, and for the first time, the sight didn't sting quite so much.

“I still can't believe Dylan and Cassie are dating," Cole mused through a cloud of smoke, beer bottle dangling precariously from his left hand while a joint was stuffed between the fingers on his right.

The table fell silent, five pairs of eyes fixing on him with varying degrees of confusion and amusement.

"Who told you that?" Scarlett's voice cut through the stunned silence and the resurrection of a dead and gone campus rumor, her phone screen illuminating her face as Dylan's name flashed across it. "Where did you even hear that?"

Cole's eyes pinballed around the table, finally landing on you and Luigi.

Your hand was caught in one of Luigi's absent-minded gestures, knuckles pressed against his lips while he listened — a habit so commonplace to everyone else that they'd stopped noticing years ago. "Uh— wait—" Cole fumbled, taking a desperate pull from the joint as if the answer might be hiding in the smoke. He passed it to his left and asked through a cough, "Are they not?"

“No, you idiot.” Scarlett threw a lighter at him, which he narrowly dodged.

"Well- why did- “Cole's words stumbled over each other as he locked eyes with you across the table. Your brows knitted together, genuinely bewildered by his desperation. "I- you said they were," he insisted, hand gesturing vaguely in your direction like a drowning man reaching for a life raft.

Scarlett's head whipped toward you so fast her earrings clinked, a new lighter in her hand that was suddenly transformed into a weapon of interrogation, the flame pointed in your direction. "You what?"

"I didn't say that!" Your hands flew up defensively, face flushing as you ransacked your memory for any conversation that could've led to this moment.

But your mind offered nothing but static.

"I asked you if you could believe they were- and-“Cole gestured helplessly at Luigi, who was studying your profile with the intense focus of someone who'd stopped processing verbal language three hits ago. His fingers hadn't stopped their absent dance with your rings once you lowered your hands again from your surrender to Scarlett’s mercy, muscle memory outlasting coherent thought.

Cole felt like he'd stumbled into an alternate dimension where everyone spoke a language he'd never learned while those same pairs of eyes dissected him with the kind of judgment only drunk twenty-somethings could muster, making him feel about two inches tall. "And you said 'yeah, and I'm fucking Luigi,'" he defended weakly, the words sounding more ridiculous with each passing second.

"Yeah!" You practically launched across the table, laughter threatening to bubble over as understanding finally dawned. "Because I'm not!" The force of your declaration nearly knocked over someone's beer, but you were too busy watching Cole's face transform as the shoe finally, finally dropped.

Luigi, for his part, just kept twisting your rings, lost somewhere between the fourth dimension and your knuckles.

Cole's jaw went slack, his eyes darting around the table again where this time everyone had suddenly developed an acute interest in hiding their smirks behind their hands — a masterclass in delayed politeness. "What?" He practically shoved the joint away when it circled back, as if too-late sobriety might make this make more sense. "But- but the dick size jokes and- and you tell everyone he won't kiss you in public."

"Oh, you poor thing." Chloe dabbed at her eyes, tears of mirth threatening to ruin her mascara. "She's always done that shit." The words came out half-strangled by suppressed laughter.

Months passed, and Cole transformed into your personal guardian angel. One desperate NEED SUGAR NOW OR DEATH text to the group chat, and he'd materialize with your favorite convenience store candy before anyone else had even read the message.

He collected details about you: the way your nose scrunched at certain perfumes, how you could quote every line from that one movie, the specific shade of purple that made your eyes light up. When he finally told you he liked you — really liked you, more than he'd ever liked anyone — you said you liked him too.

The gravitational shift was subtle at first — like planets realigning. Your usual perch in Luigi's lap gradually migrated to the chair beside Cole, a transition so natural that few noticed, not even you.

It came to a head one Saturday when Luigi texted his absence from movie night, claiming a sudden illness.

The excuse was paper-thin, and you both knew it.

You stood outside his building, jabbing the buzzer with the familiarity of someone who'd done this a thousand times before. "I know you're not sick, Luigi." Your voice crackled through the intercom, bouncing off the walls of his apartment where he lay curled into himself on the sofa, rigid as rigor mortis. "I can see your Oura ring stats." The betrayal of technology made him groan, and the offending ring went sailing across the room, a tiny meteor of exposed lies.

His father knows the developer.

That's the only reason he'd agreed to wear the damn thing — a circular shackle of obligations that now betrayed him from somewhere under his coffee table.

Your finger finds the buzzer again, gentler this time.

"C'mon, bub. I miss you." The sweetness in your voice hits him like a sucker punch, memories of simpler times wrapped in those words. "It can be me and you tonight. We can have a bestie night." The offer dangles like a Time Machine to the past — back when your world was just two planets in perfect orbit, before it expanded into a solar system of friends.

Before Cole ever came around.

Luigi appears in the doorway like a ghost, just as you're about to admit defeat. Your face splits into a grin, but it falters when you really look at him. "God." Your eyes track the sharp edges of his collarbones beneath his shirt. "Have you been eating?" The question trails behind you as you follow him up the familiar path to the second floor.

The apartment feels wrong — like walking into a black and white version of a color photograph you know by heart. Every blind drawn tight against the afternoon sun, as if he's been developing emotional negatives in the dark. "Hey, what's going on?" Your fingers find his forearm, anchoring him before he can drift away again. "This is kinda giving me flashbacks to when you failed your final."

He flinches like you've pressed on a bruise, eyes scanning his self-made darkness as if seeing it for the first time - the familiar choreography of his pain laid bare by your observation. "This definitely feels different from that." His voice comes out hollow, each word carefully chosen to dance around the real issue.

"Better, or worse?"

"I don't know."

He sinks back into his spot on the couch, the oversized blanket making him look smaller than you've ever seen him. His eyes fix on the half-finished Lego set on his coffee table — the Millennium Falcon he'd started weeks ago, now collecting dust mid-construction.

Three hundred pieces still sealed in their bags, waiting.

"Is it your mom?" you try, but Luigi shakes his head. "Is it school?" Another head shake. "Work?" No. "Was it your aunt Lisa again? That bitch—" He cuts you off with another shake. "Is it me?"

The question hangs there, and Luigi pulls the blanket tighter around his shoulders, refusing to meet your eyes.

He lets out a long breath, knowing he's trapped himself here — in this moment, in this conversation, in this truth he's been avoiding.

No way out.

"What?" You cross the room in three quick strides, dropping beside him and tugging at the blanket he's using as camouflage. "What do you mean, Lu? C'mon." Your hands search for any part of him that isn't wrapped in fleece, but he's determined to stay hidden. "What did I do?"

Luigi's eyes catch yours for a fraction of a second before darting away. "I really just want to sleep." The words come out muffled as he tries to fold himself smaller, but you're faster, yanking the blanket down before he can disappear completely. "Please."

"Luigi.” Your voice cracks, and you don't try to hide it. You've never had to beg him for anything before, not in all your years of friendship. "I can't leave knowing you're upset with me." It's the rawest truth you have, stripped down to its bare bones on the couch cushions between you. "Come on. Talk to me."

The silence grows so thick you could suffocate in it, until Luigi finally breaks it with a mumble. "How come you only make jokes about fucking me?" His throat works visibly before he adds, "And not anyone else?"

The question hits you like a slap. Your eyes drift across his coffee table, taking inventory — the joint still smoldering in the ashtray, his anti-anxiety meds beside it, a forgotten Gatorade from the night before.

Everything a testament to hours spent alone with his thoughts.

You drag in a deep breath, searching for words you've never had to examine before. "I mean — that's what we do, you know-"

"No," he cuts you off, voice sharpened. "It's what you do."

"Lu." Your spine straightens as confusion settles in. "Why is this suddenly an issue? I've always- I've always made those kind of jokes about us. How everyone thinks we're dating all the time." You stretch yourself forward, trying to catch his eye, but he keeps his gaze fixed somewhere on the floor. "I just lean into it, I guess. I didn't know it bothered you."

He sighs, the sound muffled as he drags his hands down his face. "It doesn't bother me."

"Then," frustration bleeds into your voice as you throw your hands up, lost in whatever conversation he's having three steps ahead of you. "What do you fucking mean?"

"I- I mean-" His tongue clicks against his teeth, each word coming slow like he's translating from another language. "It doesn't bother me in that way."

"In what way?"

"In the way that means you saying you'd fuck me bothers me."

"But you just said it bothers you."

"No,” he says, “I didn't."

Heat rises up your neck as your patience frays.

Your mind twists itself into knots trying to decode whatever puzzle he's laying out between you. "Look at me." The command comes out sharper than intended as you try to yank the blanket away from him. "Fucking look at me!"

The blanket rips from your hands with unexpected force, sending you sprawling onto his hardwood floor. Your oversized sweater is the only thing saving your tailbone from a bruising. "You fucking asshole." The words come out hot as you fumble for your boots to put over the socks that betrayed you in their slipperiness, and just as you manage to wrangle one on, Luigi emerges from his cocoon, fixing you with a look that stops you cold.

"I mean I guess-“ He clears his throat, looking down at you with that familiar steady gaze, but there's something different layered over it now, something raw. "I mean- Why wouldn't you fuck me?"

The question hits like a fist to the cheekbones.

You freeze, one boot half-laced, mouth hanging open as heat floods you to your temples.

Of all the directions this could have gone, you never expected this brand of brutal honesty, delivered while you're sprawled ungracefully on his living room floor and wrestling with your shoelaces.

Your eyes dart between the coffee table and his face, pieces clicking together with nauseating clarity. "What kind of question is that?" The words come out sharp as your fingers hook uselessly around your boot laces.

"Well, what kind of joke is it to go around telling everyone we fuck?" He throws your logic back at you with devastating precision. "What's so funny about that?"

You bury your face in your hands, a groan muffled against your palms. Every memory floods back at once — all those times he tried to stop you from making dick jokes, all those moments people assumed you were dating and you played it up while he went quiet.

Six years of friendship viewed through this new lens makes your stomach lurch, and another heavy sigh tears from your chest.

"Can you at least tell me?" Luigi's voice comes out barely above a whisper, watching you curled up on his floor like a wounded animal.

You finally lift your head, meeting his stare head-on. "Do you want me to say I'd fuck you?"

The silence wraps around you both like a physical thing, but his eyes stay locked on yours even as color floods his cheeks. "Huh?" You arch an eyebrow, challenging. "Want me to say how hard I'd do it?" Your discarded boot connects with his shin. "How I know you whimper."

As if on cue, a small sound escapes him — half whine, half breath. He's still staring at you like you've knocked all the air from his lungs, struck speechless while you press your newfound advantage.

You move closer, settling between his knees as the blanket slips from his shoulders. With gentle pressure, you ease him back against the couch. "Want me to tell you how none of it was ever really a joke?" Your hand rests against his chest, feeling his heartbeat race beneath your palm. "How every time that you felt me push my ass against your dick wasn’t just your imagination?”

Luigi reaches for you then, fingers trembling as they find your skin — reverent and careful. He's always been tactile with you, always finding excuses to be close. He knows the map of your hands better than you do, how your breathing changes when you drift to sleep, all the little things that make you who you are. "I knew it," he whispers as you settle against him, both of you finally exactly where you're meant to be.

You'd spent so long pushing these thoughts away, rationalizing every touch as just his nature — absent patterns traced on your skin during movies, fingers intertwined during conversations, gentle pressure points mapped across your arms during lengthy lectures.

Each gesture filed away as mindless habit.

But this was different. Every point of contact now carried weight, intention.

"I'd fuck you too," Luigi murmurs, drawing you closer, face pressed against your sweater. His hands spread warm and steady across your back, holding you like something precious, something he's afraid might slip away. “And I’d whine as much as you wanted.”

The next week comes floating by once again, Cole hurrying beside you as you rush to your next lecture, desperately trying to untangle your earbuds, hearing Luigi’s voice echo in your mind, laughing at you for your resistance toward Bluetooth devices. “I - I wanted to see if maybe you wanted to-“

“I’m fucking Luigi.” You turn to Cole, your expression deadpan but fixed, serious but not all that concerned before the doors of the auditorium are flung open, and once again, you vanish behind them.

Cole bursts into a fit of giggles at the thought, realizing now that believing such a thing would be mean he was naive — he’s since learned from his mistakes. “Yeah.” He murmurs to himself, “And Cassie and Dylan are still dating.”

[m00ntunaart]

Wow, I did not expect Boba/Din and Reva/Omega to be the ships that got me to post cringe ship art lol.

You can blame @skeletons-eat for the idea of Reva x Omega. They're the one to propose it, and I adopted it IMMEDIATELY. This whole ship concept and art is kinda inspired by their Reva Padawan AU, so go check them out!

This art dumb is obviously mostly about the two ships, but it's also kinda my take on the Reva Padawan AU. More of another 'order 66 didn't happen' AU.

But ANYWAYS-some tidbits on the art:

Page 1. Just Bobadin. I love this ship and their possible dynamics. And I especially love the opportunities of YOUNG bobadin, since in The Mandalorian they meet when both are late-middle age. Basically young Bobadin is a lot more feral and violent than canon age bobadin.

Page 2. THE RARE PARE THEMSELVES. I haven’t quite decided how I would imagine these two meet, but probably through some shenanigans where they both separately set out to do a mission (Omega against her brother’s wishes and Reva against her master’s). They end up tripping over each other and having to get out of the botched mission together, bonding along the way. 

Page 3.1. Just my headcanons for the four’s LGBTQ+ statues! Din is a trans man, panzexual and Demisexual. Boba is Bisexual. Reva is a trans woman and a lesbian. Omega is a lesbian.

Page 3.2. Did I take @skeletons_eat ‘s trans Reva headcacnon? Yes. Did I see someone headcanon Din as trans ONCE and accept it as fact? Yes. Would they bond over their shared experiences? Yes.

Page 4. Just Boba and Omega getting the chance to be siblings and harass each other (Okay mostly just Omega harassing Boba. She has experience with having brothers, so she knows how to be a menace). While Reva and Din bond over the shared knowledge that their gf and bf are dumbasses.

Page 5.1. Omega and Reva in their early relationship era. Where Omega is desperately rolling Charisma on Reva in an attempt at friendship/romance. But Reva is a little too steeped in her Jedi Culture-ness for it to have any effect (yet).

Page 5.2. Boba is very not impressed with his sister’s choice to date a JEDI. Omega thinks he doesn’t get to judge since he’s dating a Mandalorian from a ex-Death Watch covert and is (technically) part of House Vizsla

Page 6. Ayee it’s the parents of our four kids! None of them are exactly THRILLED at their children’s choice of partner, but they are grudgingly letting it slide. Though it doesn’t make the family get-togethers any less awkward.

[midnightwriter21]

jjk hcs: the jjk boys as boyfriends

characters: yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, yuta okkotsu

warnings: none (i think?)

AN: if there’s anymore boyfriend hcs that you’d like to see lmk!! read gojo & nanami as boyfriends HERE

YUJI ITADORI

oh girl i am JEALOUS

he can be a little air headed at times but he’s the sweetest bf ever

i say he’s air headed but he’s actually very attentive

you get half an inch trimmed off your hair?

he notices immediately

“babe your hair looks great!”

notices everything about you actually

from your favorite color

to the brand of PENS you prefer to use

who tf notices the brand of pens people use?!?

yuji does

yk the tiktoks of boys picking entire BUSHES of flowers for their girlfriends

that’s him.

he straight up rips a whole bush out of the ground from the front of jujutsu high to give to you

principal yaga was not amused

gojo was tho

HE PRINTS OUT YOUR INSTAGRAM PICTURES TO REPLACE THE POSTERS OF MODELS ON HIS WALL

he’s so proud that your his girl fr

oh and he’s gotta hella pet names for you too

they’re all super basic

babe, sweetheart, cutie, etc.

he flirts w u like y’all aren’t together

awful pickup lines and everything

“do you have a mirror in ur pants? cause i can see myself in them.”

if u don’t think he’s the cutest then u can go argue with the wall bye

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

he has me in a chokehold

anyways

at the beginning of y’all’s relationship he’s awkward as fuck

but he eases up pretty quickly

veryyyyyy private with y’all’s relationship

if you somehow get him to hold your hand in public let alone give you a kiss?!?

girl count ur blessings fr

and it’s not bc he’s embarrassed of your relationship or anything no ma’am

it’s bc he would NEVER hear the end of it from gojo, nobara, and yuji

valid excuse

but when you two are alone?

oh girl it’s like he’s glued to you

when i say clingy? i mean it

also

king of nap time!!

he’s kidnapping u, bring you to his dorm room, dropping u on the bed, and laying completely on top of you

swear it’s his solution to everything

ur tired? it’s nap time

sad abt something? it’s nap time

a curse beat ur ass? it’s nap time

gojo is being annoying? it’s nap time

nap time cures everything ong

he’s not too crazy w the pet names

in private he’ll call you babe

in public you’re lucky if he adds a -chan to ur name lol

he’s so pretty boy

also can we appreciate his gorgeous luscious eyelashes?

no? okay

YUTA OKKOTSU

i would give my first born to make him feel happy, safe, and loved

KING OF MY HEART

he’s so baby

he’s the type of bf that no matter how long y’all have been dating he still gets flustered over you

y’all been together for an hour? he’s blushing when you give him a kiss on the cheek

y’all been together for a week? he’s blushing when you give him a kiss on the cheek

y’all been together for a year? he’s BLUSHING WHEN YOU GIVE HIM A KISS ON THE CHEEK

HE. IS. BLUSHING.

which is so incredibly endearing and innocent

but don’t get me wrong

mess with this man too much?

oh he’ll snap

he has the patience of a saint. but when it runs out?

oh ur in for it miss gurl

period.

teasing him a lil too much tryna make him flustered

when he finally snaps he is switching that dynamic up real quick

now he’s the one smirking and feeling all smug while you’re the one with the bright red face

ahem…

anyways

yuta’s love for you is very intense

now don’t start thinking HE is intense cause no

i mean yuta loves you so much that he might just crawl up inside ur body and live there

that type of intense

you occupy his mind 99.9% of the time

he’s on a mission and has time to stroll through the mall

“oh y/n would like that” aND HE’S BUYING IT

he’s chit chatting with inumaki and panda

best believe he finds a way to bring you up in conversation

“oh! that reminds me y/n said something the other day about…”

he is the softest ever when it comes to pet names

sweetheart, my love, princess, etc.

i’m so soft for him he deserve the world

[nerdytacopersonathlete]

I'm barely in the AvM fandom so I'm not sure if this has been noticed before but I wanted to share my thoughts.

Basically, in the episode where TSC and Red fight, Red argues that if they had stayed on Alan's PC, they would've died of boredom. At first, I couldn't see where Red was coming from since they keep discovering new things to do on the PC, esp on the shorts. So for the longest time, I've only understood TSC side, it made the most sense. But after thinking a bit, I realized why Red would argue this.

Before TSC came to life, the other stick figures were stuck on the same site. For as long as the site has been created, all they've done was fight each other. It's shown how they had other things to do (Card games), but they were still stuck in the same spot. They could've gotten bored. After TSC showed them the rest of PC, they were treated to a whole new world with new things to do. So it makes sense for Red (and the rest of the crew) to want to keep exploring new places and seek adventure. Red fears that if they don't explore, they'd be stuck in one place like before. And TSC hasn't really experienced smth like that before, so they don't understand it. ngl this could also bring up an interesting dynamic between Victim and RGYB, since Victim was also stuck in one place (tho, they were being tortured for years)

This is just my ramblings and like I said- I'm not sure if this is a common belief throughout the fandom and I'm just late to the party lol