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okay uh. inverted au uhhh. hurray 🎉
#welcome home#wally darling#julie joyful#frank frankly#sally starlet#eddie dear#welcome home au#welcome home inverted au#inverted wally#inverted julie#inverted frank#inverted sally#inverted eddie#after so long im finally posting something#yip yip hurray#i just noticed julie and sally are matching thats so awesome#little moon gals
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Inverted my beloved
Silly redesign
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here's my art!
pls repost this and feel free to make animaltion of him. what ever your do, DONT trust anybody in this art
this is not my art. but is kinda like it accept he has a tie and full name is walter/walt.
#inverted wally#art#asks open#welcome home fanart#a huge fan with welcome home since 2021!!!!!#wally darling au#welcome home art#welcome home wally
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'per ardua ad astra' (obviously), but also a shoutout to the persuasion au that I still love, 'when hope is gone' <333
Another one for ad astra and the Persuasion AU! I'm genuinely surprised, but pleased. Jyn/Cassian fandom really is the best.
#ladytharen#respuestas#meme prattle#nice things people say to me#fic talk#the inverted persuasion au#death star au#otp: welcome home
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"why do you keep making sun and moon au concepts, keith?"
"i am. insane for themb."
Jokes aside, I'm back with another alternate universe for all of my whopping 12 followers (love y'all btw /gen). In this AU, Sun and Moon are the products of you trying to use a Youtube video on how to manifest characters into real-life out of curiosity. As the saying goes, however: curiosity kills the cat (or makes the cat the object of affection between a duo of maybe-demons-maybe not. Such is the case for Y/N in these AUs.)
I might make a short fic of this someday, hopefully soon! It's something I brought up with @icedmetaltea in a past ask (thanks for letting me ramble to you btw LMAO), but I've actually been thinking about ways to expand on this AU further than just a "what-if" scenario. I also like dumbass Y/N so plus!
Transcript for the text, standalone pictures, and other things below!
Transcript:
"Malicious Sun and Moon AU" (a.k.a you accidentally summon two possible demons in your house but at least they're cute)
You're an avid fan of unusual and unearthly concepts/things, but you wouldn't consider yourself an expert on the knowledge of summoning. Still, like a dumbie, you went with a strange Youtube tutorial you find and do a ritual out of sheer boredom. Like a dumbie.
At first, you didn't think it worked, but when you wake up the next day with two robots practically breathing down your neck, you silently rejoice and welcome Sun and moon into your home.
Tensions arise constantly, however, from the perpetual arguments between the two of them. you expected them to be more nicer to one another, considering you wanted to summon the unglitched versions of them.
Now that you think of it, both of them seem to already be massively possessive of you in their own ways, only getting worse by the day. You didn't mind their distinct differences in appearance from their canon counterparts at first, but as they become rapidly worrying in their behaviors.
The situation escalates as sun and moon want to always be by your side, soon insisting you stay at the home with them forever and always.
You begin to think you fucked up the spell.
P.S.! Sun's design is partially based off of @/glitchysquidd's inverted au! (Not tagging them directly because I don't want to be weird and suddenly show up in their notifs for no reason dhbjdjxn)
[Unrelated to the "story", but Sun and Moon are different heights since they're from different universes! Sun is 13 ft and 2 inches. Moon is 9 ft and 7 inches. Moon is a manlet.] Case in point, below!
Standalone Pictures:
As a bonus, have Y/N in their required "ritual robes" (actually just an itchy old bathrobe they found lying around)
Also this ig:
#sun fnaf#moon fnaf#yandere sun#yandere moon#moondrop#sundrop#daycare attendant#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf security breach#sunnydrop#yandere fnaf#fnaf au#msmm au#long post#yandere tw
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Oooh, how would meloni raising Thad change things? Bc I’d imagine it’d change a lot lol
HI. sorry this took a bit. im notoriously terrible at answering asks or like anything at a practical pace so i had to get my brain into the mood to answer. but thanks for sending i really appreciate it!
so yes the short answer is that A LOT changes. i think the main aspect here is that thad is actually raised as a wanted, loved child with his own thoughts and feelings that matter versus president's thawnes upbringing of him only being useful when he can be used as a tool to terminate bart or hurt the flashfam. though meloni definitely wasn't expecting another child in this au, she welcomes thad in with open arms knowing that if he's raised by eobard, thad won't be loved and she would never want that if she could help it. so the best option she has is to take him home and raise him herself.
she's not the best parent ever. no one is. but if there's one thing meloni can ensure she does is make sure thad knows hes loved and appreciated no matter what his origin is. when thad is older she probably explains the complex situation to him so that he doesn't have to find out in some other way that could be traumatic.
assuming things go to plan, mel would encourage thad in any way she could much like how she does with bart canonically in the very little time they have together. in this au/verse, bart's rapid aging either doesn't exist or is solved when hes still a baby which makes things a bit more normal though i imagine raising any speedster child can be a nightmare at times.
i'm sure some traits that thad has typically still show up, like him being very dedicated to whatever his tasks/responsibilities are, maybe being a little unintentionally rude or blunt, and he and bart would probably still bicker and fight a lot but not physically or to an extreme degree. just like typical sibling junk. but because from the moment they got him thad isn't "trained" to be evil or whatever he probably just ends up in a sort of chaotic good position or maybe even chaotic neutral but NOT evil. he still has the potential to be bad just like we all do but it would only end that way if he has some other influence outside of mel bart & don that is frequent and persistant enough to outshine mel's well intentioned upbringing.
he'd probably still end up as a hero. idk if he'd still be inertia maybe cause its just a cool ass name but maybe with a different suit that isn't inverted-color impulse since he has his own life now and has different interests and thoughts outside of his genetical coding being identical to bart. he's allowed to become his own person no matter what his dna says. he's not constrained to JUST be the better or inferior bart/bart-clone. and meloni and don would make sure thad always knows he is his own person and he's not just an extension of bart. they may be brothers but they are not the same person.
i could probably ramble even more on this and i will probably. i have that fic i plan on touching after like a year and a half of nothing. i have a surgery coming up and a buttload of time to recover so i might get some writing done soon. if you're interested in this stuff, keep an eye out! plan to get more art and writing in this verse asap : )
#answered#roseandgold137#thaddeus thawne#thad thawne#inertia#meloni thawne#meloni allen#two of a kind tag#two of a kind#thad raised by mel au
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Doodles of hopper for the day.
Some headshots of Hopper.
Even some human version of the little gentle spider.
His eyes can change depending on how bright and dark the room or setting is, even his emotions, I wanted to make some examples of his eyes. Since he uses his two main eyes in the normal welcome home universe, his other six eyes are closed all the time. But in the mob AU his six eyes are open to see better. In the dark, his eye’s color will invert, meaning his white sclera and dark iris and pupil are reversed, his iris and pupil are white while his sclera is now dark. Now his angry eyes are very, VERY rare and I think I’m saving those for his human version.
TLDR:
Different eyes for different purposes.
Anatomy below.
Anatomy practice Hopper edition! I love drawing his hands, so long and elegant…
#welcome home#welcome home original character#welcome home arg#welcome home art#welcome home fan character#welcome home fanart#welcome home fan art#welcome home oc#welcome home fandom#welcome home Hopper#welcome home human#plus thank you so much for your support from the last post#you guys are the best!
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My media this week (4-10 Feb 2024)
youtube
top 5 personal HO fave - he was he was super thrilled to be there, had a great time, lost his mind a little & flexed (literally). Incredible.
📚 STUFF I READ 📚
😊 Throuple Honey (Brent Archer) - short, sweet & simple with lots of domestic details
🥰 "Why Don't We Just Kill the Kid In the Omelas Hole" (Isabel J. Kim) - love a skillful response to the classic original story. I just kept saying 'wow. wow.'
😍😍😍 Reread the entirety of Rachel Reid's Game Changers series. I just love them all SO MUCH!!!! 😍😍😍
Game Changer (Game Changers #1) [Scott & Kip]
Merry Christmas Scott & Kip (Game Changers #1.5)
Heated Rivalry (Game Changers #2) [Shane & Ilya] {here's a really great review of this book, which is THEEEE GREATEST rivals-to-lovers story ever!}
My Dinner with Hayden: A Heated Rivalry Short Story (Game Changers #2.5)
Tough Guy (Game Changers #3) [Ryan & Fabian]
Common Goal (Game Changers #4) [Eric & Kyle]
Role Model (Game Changers #5) [Troy & Harris]
The Long Game (Game Changers #6) [Shane & Ilya, Part 2]
🥰 The Supersoldier's Amnesiac Groom (casspeach) - 48K, very canon divergent arranged marriage AU - reread for Stucky Book Club
📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺
A Word on Words | NPT: Starter Villain - John Scalzi
Hot Ones - Tony Hawk
Hot Ones - Sterling K. Brown
Hot Ones - Mark Ruffalo
Hot Ones - John Oliver
Hot Ones - Barry Keoghan
Hazbin Hotel - s1, e2
D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Mall Madness" (s21, e5)
D20: Adventuring Party - "Can I Offer You a Nice Shrimp in This Trying Time?" (s16, e5)
🎧 PODCASTS 🎧
Desert Island Discs - Graham Nash, musician
⭐ Up First - The Sunday Story: Tiny Desk, Big Stage
⭐ What Next: TBD - Streaming Is Cable Now
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Taquile Island
Short Wave - Wolves Are Thriving In The Radioactive Chernobyl Exclusion Zone
The Sporkful - Undercover Dining With NY Times Restaurant Critic Pete Wells
Las Culturistas with Matt Rogers and Bowen Yang - The Top 10 Places We Would Love To Visit
Pop Culture Happy Hour - 2024 Grammys Recap
Vibe Check - Hey, Sis: featuring Audie Cornish
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Moynaq
Shedunnit - The Green Penguin
Vibe Check - Hell Has Flooded
⭐ It's Been a Minute - Sam Reich on revamping the game show - and Dropout's success as a small streamer
Ologies with Alie Ward - Theoretical & Creative Ecology (SCIENCE & ECOPOETRY) with Madhur Anand
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Welcome Home
Short Wave - After 20 Years, This Scientist Uncovered The Physics Behind The Spiral Pass
99% Invisible #569 - Between the Blocks
Switched on Pop - Brittany Howard's Chaos Theory (with Brittany Howard)
⭐ Song Exploder - Green Day "Basket Case"
The Assignment with Audie Cornish - Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce: Cultural Supernova
⭐ Throughline - The Scent of History
⭐ The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Kam Wah Chung & Co. Museum
Alt.Latino - The greatest Boleros of all-time
The Sporkful - Deep Dish With Sohla And Ham: Tacos Al Pastor
Today, Explained - When one (airplane) door opens …
Dear Prudence - Is My Work Husband Keeping Me A Secret From His Wife? Help!
Pop Culture Happy Hour - Lisa Frankenstein And What's Making Us Happy
Endless Thread - Recess Therapy's Julian Shapiro-Barnum is skeptical of kids becoming social media stars
⭐ Strong Songs - "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel
Today, Explained - Why Taylor left TikTok
Short Wave - Clownfish Might Be Counting Their Potential Enemies' Stripes
You're Dead to Me - Simón Bolívar
Consider This from NPR - What Makes A Football Movie Great?
It's Been a Minute - A Super Bowl in 'new Vegas'; plus, the inverted purity of the Stanley Cup
Wait Wait… Don't Tell Me! - Lena Waithe
Under the Influence with Terry O'Reilly - Putting the Awe in Audio
🎶 MUSIC 🎶
The Very Best Of Buddy Holly And The Crickets
My Mix #5 [Simon & Garfunkel, Carpenters, John Denver]
Presenting KISS
Presenting Black Sabbath
#sunday reading recap#bookgeekgrrl's reading habits#bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks#fanfic ftw#game changers series#rachel reid#d20#dimension 20#hot ones#buddy holly#kiss#black sabbath#song exploder#strong songs podcast#what next: tbd podcast#up first podcast#the atlas obscura podcast#99% invisible podcast#it's been a minute podcast#shedunnit podcast#switched on pop podcast#throughline podcast#you're dead to me podcast#vibe check podcast#short wave podcast#pop culture happy hour podcast#the sporkful podcast#endless thread podcast#desert island discs#alt.latino podcast
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Impossible Sciences
A JSE Fanfic
Septics Inverted AU
Previous
(You guys really liked the last little part I wrote, so I’ve been motivated to write the next part sooner than I planned. :) This AU isn’t going to be back on a regular schedule, just when I get the time. For now, here’s this ^-^)
“Have you ever heard of a company called IRIS?”
Jackie looked up from his computer screen. His boyfriend, Frederick, had walked straight into the bedroom without even saying hi, and asked that bizarre question. “Good to see you too, welcome home,” Jackie said. “And, uh, no. Not off the top of my head. Why?”
Frederick crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway. “They’re under investigation.”
“For what?”
“For being suspiciously weird.”
Jackie blinked. “Okay.” He closed out of the game he was playing and opened up his browser, typing ‘iris company’ into the search bar on his homepage. “I’m gonna need more details. Are they, like, magic?”
“We don’t know. Alright, I’ll start from the beginning.” Frederick took a deep breath. “Me and Yvonne got assigned to this new investigation team. This IRIS? They’ve been setting up in the area, and their buildings are giving off strange energies. The Magi think it might be dark magic.”
“Why?” Jackie asked.
“Because we don’t recognize the energy signatures,” Frederick said. “That doesn’t happen. ABIM has some of the best magicians working for them, and the greatest collection of magical knowledge in the country. We don’t not recognize something.”
“Hmm.” Jackie clicked a few times, scanned information, and then said, “Well, according to Wikipedia, IRIS—or Inspiring Research of Impossible Sciences—is an American company that manufactures technology. Founded in 1920, in Kronolle, California. They have a website. And a Twitter. Huh.” He went back to the search results. “Yep, there they are.”
Frederick walked over to the desk where Jackie was sitting and leaned over his shoulder, looking at the monitor. “Look at the website. I want to know what stuff they make.”
Jackie clicked on the link, taking them to a sleek-looking site, monochrome in color except for some pictures and promotions. “Their breakout product looks like these cameras. Watcher. Or, actually, WTCHR.” He slurred the consonants together, pronouncing it as it was written. Frederick chuckled. “They look kind of old-fashioned, actually. But it claims that they’re really good. Look at this.” He circled the promotion for the WTCHR cameras with his mouse. “‘Advanced Motion Detection.’ So, it's for security and stuff.”
“No, I don’t think that’s quite it.” Frederick leaned closer. “It’s not ‘Motion Detection.’ It’s ‘eMotion Detection.’”
That sent a shiver down Jackie’s spine. “Do you think they can really do that?”
“Maybe. There are spells to pick up on others’ emotions, though I understand it can be overwhelming. If you could somehow put that spell into an object that can see, but not feel...like a camera attached to a computer...” Frederick trailed off. “Look, there’s a link up there for their products. Click it.”
Jackie did so. The page was arranged strangely, with a chronological list of all IRIS’s inventions from their founding onward, many of which had stopped being produced decades ago. But no matter what time period they were from, every invention seemed impossible. “Look at this shit,” Jackie muttered. “Infinity-color TV? What does that even mean?”
“I’m more interested in the Retrowave,” Frederick said. “It says it can restore meals to their ‘freshest’ state? I don’t like that, especially with that picture of the chicken dinner.” Said ‘chicken dinner’ was a live chicken on a plate, along with potatoes that had attached roots. “If it really works like that, that would mean they could somehow reverse the flow of time on an object, which should be impossible. Or at the very least, very, very difficult, even for magicians.”
“You think we’d have heard of these.” Jackie shook his head. “Something like that Lite-R device would’ve made construction so easy. It would’ve been all over. We’d be using those here.”
“Something’s definitely fishy with this company.” Frederick leaned back, standing up straight. “I think the ABIM is right to investigate them. Is there anywhere on the page that says where we can contact them?”
“Let’s see.” Jackie started scrolling. “Also, if you’re gonna lean over my shoulder, don’t do it in my blind spot. It freaks me out when you suddenly appear.”
“Ah. Sorry, Jackieboy.” Frederick shifts to Jackie’s right side—the side where his eye wasn’t covered by a patch. “Have I done that before?”
“A couple times. Don’t worry, though, just thought I’d mention it now. Anyway, I don’t see anything like that. Usually websites for an organization have a ‘Contact Us’ link somewhere, but not this time. Or at least a list of locations.” Jackie clicked into the website’s search bar at the top of the page and typed in ‘locations.’ No results came up. He tried again, with ‘contact information,’ ‘staff members,’ and ‘founder,’ but got nothing. “That’s weird.”
“Very weird,” Frederick muttered. “Oh! Didn’t you say they had a Twitter account?”
“Oh yeah! There was a link on the homepage, too, hang on.” Jackie went back to the website’s homepage and quickly found the link to IRIS’s Twitter. One simple click, and they were there. “Do you think it could be helpful?”
“I’m not sure, but it’s better than nothing.” Frederick stepped back. “Do you mind if I get a chair and sit with you while we do this?”
“I never mind when you sit close to me,” Jackie said impulsively. Then he coughed. “I mean, uh—”
Frederick laughed. “I’ll be right back, melon. Then we can focus and start the case together.”
Jackie nodded silently, face growing red. He watched Frederick leave, then, to take his mind off it, he turned his attention back to the computer screen.
Just when he thought things in his life were settling down...
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“Mr. Brody, have you ever heard of a company called IRIS?”
Chase thought that was an unusual question to ask. Especially in these circumstances. It wasn’t being asked by a friend as part of a casual conversation. He’d never even met the woman with short red hair sitting across from him. His first thought when he saw her in the visitor’s room was that she was a journalist. There were quite a few of those trying to get access to him now that his security level had been relaxed slightly. But a journalist wouldn’t ask a question like that.
“Uh...no,” Chase said slowly. He looked the woman up and down through the sheet of glass separating them. Maybe she was with the police? “Who starts a conversation like that?”
She laughed. “Oh dear. That was a bit blunt, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah. I just sat down.” He glanced over at the guard standing at attention on her side of the room. It looked like he wasn’t listening, but Chase had no doubt he could hear everything they were saying.
“I’m sorry. I had to get a baseline understanding of your familiarity.” The woman clasped her hands together on the table in front of her. “I am here representing IRIS, you see. We just started setting up in the UK, but you are from America originally, so I thought maybe you knew of us.”
“No, I’ve never heard of you,” Chase said. “What is it? And why are you here?”
“Well, IRIS partially sells consumer technology,” the woman says. “But more relevantly, IRIS is an organization that aims to help individuals such as yourself.”
Chase raises an eyebrow. “Do you mean depressed people or murderers?”
The woman laughed again. “You’re very funny, Mr. Brody. In any case, I’m here to let you know about the transfer.”
“Transfer?”
“We’ve made an arrangement with the Mirygale prison system,” the woman continued. “And due to your good behavior, they’re allowing us to take custody of you so you can complete your sentence with us.”
Chase blinked, confused. There was so much wrong with what the woman just said that he needed a second to process it. “Who did you bribe?” he asked.
“That’s a very serious accusation, Mr. Brody.”
“Well this can’t be legal,” Chase added. “You just said IRIS was a company. That’s like, a private thing, not a government thing. So there’s no way you’re doing it through official channels.”
“I assure you, everything has been arranged as it should be,” the woman said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Chase’s eyes flicked over to the guard again, but he hadn’t reacted at all. “Also, what do you even want with me?”
“I just said that we aim to help people like you, Mr. Brody.”
“With what?”
“I’m not here to explain that. I don’t have the authorization, and I could get in serious trouble for sharing information without it.” The woman’s voice softened a little. “You don’t want that, do you?”
Frankly, Chase didn’t really care if she got in trouble. He cared that he was about to be taken away due to a dubiously legal exchange, for a purpose that was totally unknown and probably malicious. “I think I have the right to know,” he said in a low, somewhat threatening voice. He leaned forward onto the table, getting closer to the glass.
That got the guard to straighten to attention. Chase looked at him, then leaned back. Best not to cause trouble right now. Though, maybe if he did, it would stop the exchange with this... this ‘IRIS’ organization.
“You will know sooner rather than later,” the woman reassured him. “Just not until after the transfer. Which will take place on August 11th, at 8:00 am.”
“You’re only giving me two days of warning?” Chase exclaimed.
“That should be ample time to prepare, physically and mentally,” the woman said, standing up. “I have to leave now.”
“Leave?! You’re just going to leave without giving me any damn answers?!”
“Rest assured, Mr. Brody, we’ll see each other again.” The woman gave him one last smile, but there was no sincerity in it. “Thank you for your time.”
And before Chase could protest any more, she left the visitor’s room.
He sat there, staring at the door on the other side of the glass, for a solid couple minutes. Just trying to understand what happened. The conversation, and the mention of the upcoming transfer, was making his skin crawl with unease and fear. None of this was legal. It just couldn’t be. How did this IRIS company make it happen? Sure, Chase knew from experience that the city legal system wasn’t exactly honorable, but this was different. Considering how many people would be involved, as well as how high-profile his case had been, it would take a major cover-up to smooth this over. Was it really worth it, at that point?
The thought crossed his mind to try and stop the transfer. But... how? It wasn’t like he could run away, being in prison and all. He could try to break out, but he had no idea how to go about doing that. And if his efforts were discovered, things could go quite badly.
There was nothing to do about it. Nothing he could do. He just had to wait for those two days to pass, and brace himself for what was coming.
#jacksepticeye#jacksepticeye fanfiction#jacksepticegos#septic egos#septic egos au#jacksepticeye au#jackieboy man#chase brody#brigid writes fanfiction#septics inverted au#invertedau
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Sometimes: Chapter Four
Warnings:Swearing, pining, friends to lovers. smut
Pairings: Eoin McGonigal & Paddy Mayne. ( University AU, Present Day )
Chapter 4
“Climb in bed beside me
We can lock the world outside
Touch me, satisfy me
Warm your body next to mine”
“Ooh, sometimes
The truth is harder than the pain inside
Yeah
Ooh, sometimes
It's the broken heart that decides”
The kiss was a surprise, a very welcome surprise to Eoin. He kissed Paddy back with as much fever and want as was shown to him, backing Paddy back a little so he was pressed against the hard wooden door. Being taller than Paddy, Eoin towered over him slightly, which helped in caging him in against the door and allowed him to press himself completely against the other man. It wasn’t quite clear who had deepened the kiss but it became a fierce clash of tongues as they both tried to show the other just how much they wanted this. There was every risk that this would go further and while it wouldn’t exactly be smart to fuck each other senseless in their place of work it would be a hell of a lot of fun.
Any chances of this were dashed by a rapping on the door and a voice calling out “ Professer McGonigal are you in there?” Pulling apart they both grinned at each other. “ Just a moment, I’m dealing with a department matter,” Eoin called back. Pressing his forehead against Paddy’s tenderly he whispered “Why did they have to show up right now” Whispering back Paddy said “ We can continue this when we get home” It was more of a statement than a question which meant he was serious. Moving away Eoin let Paddy fix himself before watching him leave and letting the student in. Yes tonight, was all Eoin could think to himself before he turned his attention to the young student.
How either man made it home in one piece was a miracle, both had a buzzing under the skin that had lasted for the rest of the working day and the drive home. Eoin had made it home earlier than Paddy and took the time to shower , prepare himself and quite frankly pounce on the other man as soon as he opened the door. Luckily he only had to wait an hour before the other man walked through the door. As soon as his shoes were off Eoin was on him, pulling at his clothes, pressing a kiss to his lips, letting his hands roam. Pulling back a little Paddy laughed “Keen aren’t you” before pulling Eoin back in. It was a dance of sorts getting to Paddy’s bedroom, Paddy’s clothes were shed as they made their way there, Eoin had been without any clothing except underwear when Paddy had entered. Left only in their underwear they pushed their way in the bedroom, still a tangle of limbs, and headed directly to the bed. Before they could actually make it on to the bed, Paddy stopped their little dance which made Eoin’s heart stop for a second, but Paddy had only stopped to enquire. “So are you a bottom? Because I am definitely a top.” Pushing The older gentleman down onto the bed Eoin answered “ Bottom but I do like to be on top”. Which caused Paddy to let out a strangled moan.
Eager to keep going Eoin pulled off Paddy’s underwear before shedding his own and climbing onto the bed to straddle the other being careful not to touch him at first. That was until he was pulled down so their bodies were flush and their lips connected again in a heated kiss. Trailing away from Paddy’s mouth, Eoin worked his way down, until he was met with Paddy’s hardened length. Placing a few kisses along it he got to the head and wrapped his lips around it before getting to work bobbing his head up and down while working his tongue against the soft skin. Illicit moans escaped Paddy’s mouth before he reached down after a while and tangled a hand in Eoin’s curly locks and tugged him off and upwards. “Not going to last if you keep going, so lets get to the main event”. Rolling them both over till their place were inverted, Paddy ran a hand up and then between Eoin’s legs, Eoin helping by moving into a more suitable position. Finding that tight little pucker he began to work a finger in, to help Eoin open up. After a while he reckoned that he was loose enough and proceeded to lean over and pull a condom from his bedside table, he then rolled it on and positioned himself at Eoin’s entrance.
Looking up at Eoin he asked “ready” , the response was a nod in the affirmative. Taking a deep breath Paddy pushed himself in. It took a few moments before he bottomed out and then began to move. At first it was a gentle roll of his hips but it wasn’t long before it became a frenzy of snapping hips and curse words falling from both men’s mouth’s. It came to a head when they cried out each other’s name when they met their release. Collapsing to the side of Eoin, he turned on his side to look at the other man and was met with an fucked out grin that matched his own. Still grinning he pulled Eoin close and placed a kiss to his forehead and wrapped his arms around him, before falling gently to sleep. After that day Eoin never did go back to his old Flat and it was safe to say the rumour’s that floated around campus that the two terribly handsome English Professor’s were a couple were true.
#sas rogue heroes#sas: rogue heroes#paddy mayne#eoin mcgonigal#fanfaction#smut#university au#based on tv series
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Do think there’s a timeline out there where Sun Wukong and Mayor could’ve been a couple in the (somewhat) canonverse?
(From the Arrow-Anon🏹)
(P.S., I’m asking because your Inverted AU made me ship this crackship/rarepair.)
It would still kind of be AU territory but honestly, you got me thinking about this! Also WELCOME TO CRACKSHIP HELL ARROW ANON, I AM YOUR CAPTAIN AND THERE’S NO LEAVING
My first immediate thought was like a canon divergence where Mayor just kind of goes off the deep end post the s3 special and tries to take revenge by directly attacking SWK in his home. But considering he doesn’t have much of his powers again, it goes horribly, but it’s so pathetic that SWK decides to keep him under house arrest of sorts. Mayor just goes through a domestication arc because he slowly develops a sense of self outside of LBD and eventually, feelings develop but it would be a slow burn, which I don’t have the patience to write tbh
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Prompt: hormonal!Jack, be a good boy and visit Mary and fuck her and her Mom as any good guest does until her dad comes home
(not gonna lie, these "hormonal jack fuck normal-jack family" prompts are weird. Good! but weird, i perefer keeping the AUs separate)
The young blonde stud had done as asked. he had been very happy to meet a mother and sister that were so nice and welcoming.
So welcoming, even, that they had readily accepted another "Jack" fucking them.
"YESSS! YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD!" Mary cried out. She had loved it when he had fucked her the first time with his hyper huge, car-long, tree-trunk-thick cock, and now was no exception. The young Morrison girl was crying in pleasure as her thick ass ripppleD. each cheek wobbling loudly, clapping together in loud, primal breeding pumps, the sound echoing through the house as the teen stud used her.
"YOUR COCK IS AMAZING!" she blurted out as his balls smacked against her thighs. Her huge breasts pressed against the floor as the younger Jack fucked her like a whore. The yung teen himself was groanign in pleasure as his hands held onto the girls' hips, loving her thick, cumslut body. She was made ot be fucked, and little Jack absolutely loved it. Loved her body, loved fucking her.
Just as he had fucked her mom.
Lynn Morrison had already been thorough fucked into unconsciousness. Her thick milfy body was laying on the floor, enxt to her daughter. Utterly spent, leaking the young jack's hyper thick virile cum from all her holes, from her nose, crying it out.. she had been fucked until the young teen himself was getting tired, but she had insisted of making him enjoy himself as much as possible. And now that the hormonal teen had fully recuperated, he could see hsi handiwork. Her gigantic tits covered in enough cum to be nearly invisible, even if they were the size of throne.
And now, the young boy continued fucking Mary. Groping her own gigantic breasts, bulging her, makign her give him an inverted titfuck through the bulge, kissing his cock through her skin as she deliriously babbled, brain frying from the overwhelming pleasure.
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sweetest delight
SYNOPSIS: While Shouto’s out hunting down villains on Valentine’s Day, you try your hand at making some sweets to celebrate the occasion, and in doing so, find your efforts rewarded in more ways than one.
pairing: pro hero!todoroki shouto x fem!reader
genre: smut. fluff. pro hero au.
word count: 7.3k+
warnings: 18+. characters are aged up. dominant!shouto. apron kink. praising. oral (both receiving). face-sitting. 69. cum-eating.
author’s note: god, this is long overdue, but i finally got this thing out after all this time. and of course, it ended up getting out of hand again
“Fuck, fuck, fuck–”
A range of curses spewed from your mouth as the unpleasant smell of your burnt confections permeated the space of your kitchen, threatening to notify the fire alarm overhead of your latest baking mishap. Luckily, you entered the kitchen just in time to dissipate the smoke before it can do so, fanning your towel while navigating to the oven to find your crisp, blackened sweets already ruined inside. The corners of your lips slipped into a scowl at another failed batch of mini chocolate cupcakes at your hand. You slid on a pair of oven mitts to transfer the set off the rack and onto the kitchen counter.
A flicker of optimism in your head presented the thought that they didn’t seem that bad at first glance, going so far as to believe they might’ve tasted relatively fine and that the burnt parts simply added a bitter flavor that would balance the overall sweetness of the decadent chocolate cupcakes. But upon closer inspection, you knew you were lying to yourself.
Flipping the miniature cakes out of the molds, you discovered the sweets were encased in a dreary black outer shell, a sight which made you grimace, wondering how you screwed up so badly to have concocted such a dismal image. You definitely had no right feeding these to Shouto, let alone offer them to him as a Valentine’s Day gift.
As everyone knew, the fourteenth day of February marked Valentine’s Day, the day where couples expressed their love to one another by giving gifts, spending quality time through dates, and displaying many other forms of affection. This year, however, Shouto was called in at his agency to investigate a case of villains whose plan was to wreak havoc on this special occasion.
Now, any person would find it normal to be peeved over these circumstances—having their lover’s free time eaten up by work when they could be celebrating together with a nicely lit dinner or a casual, romantic night at home, and perhaps cap off a wonderful evening with a smooth transition into the bedroom. Much better than spending a day at home alone, pitifully watching couples intertwine their hands together in envy as they walked along the sidewalk beneath your apartment complex, right?
Well, you, on the other hand, were a different case. Rather than sulk around as you waited for Shouto to arrive home later, you decided this would be the perfect chance to whisk up some sweets to surprise him. After all, what’s Valentine’s Day without some chocolate delights on the side, made with vanilla, sugar, cocoa butter, and lots of love and effort. A perfect way to welcome Shouto home from his mission while honoring the festivities, you’d say.
Besides, you understood the situation well enough to recognize that the citizens’ well-being came first before any date of yours. Your boyfriend was a hero, after all, and a Pro at that. It’s not as if you and Shouto hadn’t celebrated Valentine’s Day together before. So long as he came home—intact—prior to the clock ticking to midnight, one day didn’t bother you.
Though… after witnessing the aftermath of several failed attempts at baking thus far, you started to wonder if it would’ve done you better not to get so involved, only to waste resources and pervade your kitchen with an acrid smell.
Still, despite the trials and tribulations, you were determined to come out on top. You tapped your index finger repeatedly against the surface of the marbled counter. “Did I mix up the baking times? Maybe I undermined the portion sizes so the cupcakes started cooking faster?” you speculated out loud, wondering how to troubleshoot the minor errors to come out successful in your next attempt.
After some thought, you decided not to dawdle on your overthinking for too long and shrugged off the idea of redoing another batch of cupcakes. “It’s fine, I’ll just move onto the chocolates then. They’re the star of Valentine’s Day so better to focus on those,” you told yourself. A grin found its way on your face as you rolled the sleeves of your blouse up your forearms. “Alright, let’s get to it then!”
You retrieved a recipe sheet from across the counter, scanning through the contents while overlooking the ingredients lying in front of you. Compared to baking cupcakes, chocolates should be easier to tackle since you weren’t entirely making them from scratch. All you had to do is temper the chocolate melts in a bowl over a heat source, pour them into silicone molds, and refrigerate until hardened and shaped to the perfect, bite-sized delight. Seemed simple enough.
.
.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t quite as simple as you thought.
Or rather, you chose to make the whole process more complicated than it needed to be, not realizing the ambitious turn your take on these chocolates was moving toward until you drove yourself into another mess.
Your first trial of bonbons was sprawled out over parchment paper, waiting for your verdict. Eyes roaming the array of sweets tentatively, you absorbed the mixture of pink and white hues with an unsure look on your face. Somehow during the process, you opted to forgo the customary milk chocolates for white and strawberry, which was the closest you could get to matching Shouto’s signature hair colors.
You’d thought it’d be cute for the treats to have a slight resemblance to him as a simple yet sweet reminder that he was on your mind throughout your progress. But staring down at the final product, you wished you guessed ahead of time that the vision you sparked in your head was not going to be as bright and pretty in comparison to what came out.
You frowned at the batch with narrowed brows before begrudgingly scooping a piece and tossing it into your mouth. The sweetness of the strawberry and white chocolates coexisted together to form a smooth texture that left behind a creamy, floral undertone on your tongue. What was incredibly lacking, however, laid in the looks department. The visuals left… more to be desired, to say the least.
With the idea of wanting to use two different flavors of chocolate, you also played on the notion of incorporating a theme. That theme being half-and-half. And half-and-half being splitting the colors on the chocolates right down the middle.
Though not a complicated plan for an adept baker, it was the exact opposite for a newbie like you who had came up with the idea on the spot. With your chocolates appearing in odd shapes and sizes, not one seemed to resemble another, which was the result of both your lack of patience and miscalculations. You had to allow one of the flavors to harden in the mold before adding the other to not prematurely mix the colors, but judging by the swirls of pink and white surrounding the chocolates, that didn’t seem to go so well. Add on to the fact you had some trouble inverting them out of the silicon molds—the edges of the chocolates ending up smooshed or torn off entirely—and you were left with another failed attempt at a Valentine’s present.
“Guess making sweets isn’t really my thing, huh?” You sighed, body slumping forward against the kitchen counter in defeat. Your eyes wandered from your sad chocolates to the hefty amount of dirty dishes piled in the sink. All this, and you weren’t able to make anything worth giving to Shouto. What exactly were you going to tell him when he came home, bearing witness to this entire mess? No, Shouto was probably under enough stress and fatigue as it was after working all day. Plus, his anticipation for a gift would only be amplified if he saw the number of baking supplies you’ve wasted today. At this point, you had to turn in the towel.
“Oh well… I better clean everything up before Sho comes home and start on din–”
Your words were interrupted by the sharp sound of the front door opening.
“I’m home!” an all too familiar voice announced, one that you were more than aware belonged to a particular fire and ice hero.
Surprised, you glanced over at the clock to check the time, which read a bold 6:00 PM—sooner than you expected your boyfriend to arrive home from his duties that day. So soon, in fact, that you weren’t able to even begin erasing any of the evidence littered around the kitchen.
“Y/n?” you heard him call. Freezing in place, you picked up Shouto breathing in a quick whiff. “What’s that smell?” he asked but didn’t wait for a response, traveling through the enormous apartment to find that answer for himself. Hearing his feet shuffling across the hardwood floor, you moved quickly.
“The kitchen smells sweet but also... bitter.”
Sweet and bitter..? you repeated but soon realized what he meant—those damn burnt chocolate cupcakes you left out. While in your rush with making the chocolates, you had forgotten to dispose of them beforehand. Though the bitter smell was not as prominent as when the cupcakes first came out of the oven, it still didn’t evade Shouto’s keen senses.
After shoving the burnt mini cupcakes in a trash bin, you scrambled to the entrance to the kitchen, thankfully cutting Shouto’s path off just in time as you met him there. “Oh hey, Sho, why didn't expect you to come home so early!” you greeted, a cheerful lilt in your tone as you leaned an arm on the side of the doorway, hoping to come off ordinarily chill to avoid any questioning looks. It seemed you achieved that much at least by how Shouto smiled warmly at your appearance.
“You should’ve shot me a quick text or something.”
“Sorry, we managed to track down the group of villains right away and finished the mission smoothly without any casualties,” he explained. “I guess I was in such a hurry to come home and celebrate Valentine’s Day with you that I must’ve forgotten.” The soft look on Shouto’s handsome features had you in a daze for a second; you nearly missed him descending his head to your level so his lips could find yours. Eventually, you broke from your stupor and swiftly turned your head so he planted a peck on your cheek instead.
You were never one to purposely avoid a kiss on the lips like that from him—far from it actually—but you didn’t want him to find any residual sweetness on your lips from the confections you taste-tested that day and have him bring up if you made anything for him. One thing you surely couldn’t avoid, however, was his puzzled face at your uncharacteristic actions. Still, Shouto wasn’t one to overthink the details. Instead, he decided to look at the bigger picture, such as the dirty yet cute, pink and brown frilly apron tied around your body.
“Your apron’s a mess,” he chuckled lightly. The comment caught you off-guard, eyes slowly traveling down to the flour and chocolate stains on your Valentine’s-themed apron. “Have you been cooking?” he asked. You fumbled with your answer.
“O-Oh yeah..! In fact, I’m… still cooking, actually!” you quickly added, making up for your lack of words. “C’mon, it’s probably been a long day for you. You should go freshen up in the shower while I get everything done and cleaned!” You tried shoo-ing Shouto from the kitchen’s vicinity, but he didn’t budge.
“I can help out if you like. I wouldn’t want you to fix everything up by yourself, especially since we’re supposed to spend the rest of Valentine’s Day together,” he said, and as much as you liked to take him up on his kind and thoughtful offer, you had to object.
Firmly shaking your head, you continued your attempts at pushing Shouto to retreat to the shower and scrub off the troubles of his day. “No, you’ve probably done enough work today as it is! Just let me handle the rest, ‘kay?” you insisted, straining a smile. However, your hurried shoving felt almost too persistent than what Shouto found normal.
“Well, what are you making then–” As he tilted his head up to sneak a peek, you followed his movements, elevating yourself onto your tiptoes to block his vision in time.
“S-Soba noodles..! Cold! Just how you like them,” you answered after partially interrupting him. Quirking a brow at your fidgety gestures, Shouto stared at the smile etched on your lips which screamed of suspicion. Now he was sure something was up.
“Love,” he said, his voice a tone lower than usual that made goosebumps appear on your skin, staring at his turquoise and gray eyes warily, “are you hiding something from me?”
“What? Psh, no,” you feigned innocence, shrugging, “Why would you think that?”
Shouto gave you a look, silently telling you that you should more than know the reason why, but you chose to remain ignorant. No point in questioning it any further then. He would have to pry the answer out himself.
Aware that you had no intention of letting him pass voluntarily, Shouto began putting his hero training to use. He side-stepped in a single motion, quickly pivoting on the balls of his feet to slip through your defenses. You didn’t have time to ask yourself what happened before you turned around to watch his reaction to what you left for him on the kitchen counter.
Upon entering the kitchen, Shouto’s heterochromatic eyes were immediately drawn to the marbled white-and-pink sweets sprawled across the parchment paper. His interest piqued, he walked straight to the chocolates with you trailing behind. You could feel the heat in your cheeks slowly rise from the embarrassment at seeing Shouto inspect your sorry excuse of chocolates.
“Hm, no soba noodles, but I may have found something even better,” he said, and you wondered if you heard correctly or that maybe he saw something you didn’t. You rapidly blinked about four times, letting your vision adjust, and yet your chocolates remained.
“You’re kidding… right?”
Shouto lifted a brow at your hesitance. “No, why would I be kidding?” he replied thoughtfully. He took one of the chocolates off the parchment paper, raising it in the air between his thumb and index finger. “You made these for me, didn’t you?”
“I mean, yeah, they were supposed to be a Valentine’s Day gift, but…”
“But..?” A frown settled on his lips, watching you nervously twiddle your thumbs while you held your hands against your apron. “Y/n, you can tell me.” Not liking how you weren’t meeting his eyes, his finger drew your chin up so he could get a better glimpse of your face.
“But they don’t look the part. They’re hideous,” you quietly admitted, your words mellowing into a whisper the more they departed your lips. The way he treated your creations as if they belonged on a pedestal didn’t sit right in your eyes. “So I... didn’t want you to see them, or any of this actually. I thought if you saw what I was doing, you’d get your hopes up for something special, only to be disappointed.” You tried avoiding his gaze again, but Shouto wouldn’t allow it, following your eyes as his hand pried yours apart to take one in his own.
His focus shifted from the pink and white chocolate held in front of him to the uncertainty clouding your expression. “I’m not sure what you mean. They look fine to me.”
“Sho, you don’t have to lie to me just so you don’t end up hurting my feelings. Anyone can see how uneven they look,” you said, pointing at the rest of the batch still sitting on the counter behind him. There was a low chuckle coming from the male’s lips, one that you guessed was out of amusement, but you were too caught in your troubled feelings to be sure.
“Well, I have to admit, they don’t exactly resemble the perfect, visual representation of the chocolates you’d find at the store or anything,” he acknowledged with you mumbling an ‘I told you so’ in response before he continued, “but that’s the reason why I like them. That means you made them for me and there isn’t any chocolate like it. They’re one of a kind.”
His genuine words took you aback, eyes glimmering and cheeks flushed. You were too wrapped up in your need for perfection that you didn’t realize you could consider your efforts that way.
“Besides,” he threw the little bonbon in his mouth, “they taste great,” he said as the strawberry and white cream melted on his tongue with its rich sweetness.
Despite his praise, you thought he had only said that because you knew for a fact that the chocolates did at least pass in the taste department. “But what if they had tasted bad too? What would you have said then?” You were bold enough to question, though half-worried about his answer in the back of your head—worried that he would have to take back those sweet words of his.
“I still would have eaten them, regardless. I’d never waste anything you’ve made for me, you should know that. To me, these chocolates are the sweetest delight not because they’re the best looking or tasting, but because they came from you,” he answered earnestly, bending down to tuck a hair away from your stunned yet grateful appearance which looked as if you were nearly about to sigh out loud in relief. You brought your body into his chest, tucking your head beneath his chin, and he wrapped his arms around you, lips pressed against your hair.
Shouto didn’t grant you much time to bask in your solace however, before beckoning you over to the kitchen counter. He wasn’t done teasing you just yet.
“Normally couples give each other milk chocolates on Valentine’s day. Any reason you decided on white and strawberry then?” Shouto noted, a grin on his lips as you seemed reluctant to reveal your reasoning—lips pursed and fingers playing with the hem of your apron.
“Well, they’re supposed to be your…” You finished by motioning at the crown of your head before pointing to his red and white locks.
Heh... Cute. The grin that was persistent on his features widened, and your response earned you a kiss on the cheek. “Thinking about me, huh?” he teased. You were more than aware of your intentions throughout your chocolate-making process, but it didn’t make the whole situation any less embarrassing when your motives came to light out of Shouto’s own mouth.
You pouted profusely, turning your face in the other direction as you nudged his arm. “Aren’t you going to eat the rest then?” you asked despite your demure demeanor. You couldn’t see it, but you were positive he was aiming that amused expression in your direction, leaning his head on his palm while his elbow was leveled on the counter.
“You made a lot of chocolates today, love. You don’t expect me to finish them all by myself, do you?” You heard the rustle of the parchment liner unsticking to something behind you. Then a finger poked your cheek, and out of curiosity, you followed where the disturbance came from, only to have a swirl of pink and white pushed past your lips.
“Mm..” you hummed surprisingly in delight at the harmonious strawberry and cream flavors coating your tastebuds.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” he asked.
“Yeah, I got to taste them before you arrived home.” You rubbed the back of your head. “And um, I didn’t exactly make these from scratch...” You went about divulging your methods to him, explaining your usage of chocolate melts, which all in all saved you a lot of time, considering your earlier mishaps with the brownies—a misfortune you also confessed to as you side-eyed the trash bin.
The dual-haired male laughed with mirth at the disasters you tangled yourself into today. “Seemed like you had an eventful Valentine’s Day at home without me.”
He scanned over your outfit, consisting of a simple buttoned blouse and a pair of jeans. What caught his eye the most was the frilly, laced brown and pink apron tied around your body. You must have bought this specifically to get in the spirit of Valentine’s Day because this was the first he’s seen you in this. Normally you’d wear those plain cotton aprons while you were cooking. Not something so charming and—dare he say—refreshing.
As you were continuing the conversation—going on about how vanquishing criminal organizations was more productive than whatever you were concocting at home—your words faded into the background. Shouto found it hard to focus on what you were saying, while your animated gestures seemed to enhance the shape of the apron against your body, emphasizing your physique.
Recalling the story you just mentioned, he imagined what the scene of you frantically dashing around the kitchen would look like as you wore this cute thing. Was it weird of him to hold fantasies of arriving home, being greeted by your endearing self donning this garment, dolled in its intricacies with a smile gracing the lips he oh so wanted to kiss every day?
Shouto would think so. He’s never heard of any anecdotes of this kind of behavior before. Perhaps it was how dainty and frilly the material appeared against your figure that stemmed such a risqué thought from him. If that was the case, then this apron was no different than lingerie. Or more specifically, those delicate lace babydolls you’d wear for him on those special occasions, in which you displayed the zenith of lust and vulnerability that rendered him a man ensnared by his need to utterly ravage you–
Fuck. Letting those imaginations cross his mind was a dangerous move. He felt himself getting hard, body exercising the willpower not to pounce and concede to his fantasies. Then again, no one could really blame him for thinking of his girlfriend this way on Valentine’s Day. Especially when you looked so damn cute right now that he could just eat you up.
“Shouto?” Your voice diverted his attention from the growing problem in his pants, though only for a moment. When his focus returned to you, all those lascivious thoughts buried in the back of his head made their way to the forefront again. Damn, did he have it bad.
“Is something wrong? You were zoning out for a bit.”
He shook his head, dispelling your concern. However, it was going to take more than that to sweep away the lust consuming his mind. “It’s nothing. More importantly, why don’t we continue tasting these chocolates?” Pulling up a stool, he took a seat next to the kitchen counter.
Just as you were going to mention that you needed to start on dinner soon, Shouto suddenly drew your body in between his parted legs. Thrown slightly off-balance, you instinctively held onto his shoulders to keep yourself steady.
You couldn’t help but notice the hand traveling up your legs as it situated itself on the back of your thigh, but the detail was abandoned as soon as it was manifested. The proximity between you two was too much not to overlook now. Shouto peered up at you with what you made out to be smoldering intensity, and the sight reduced you to shying away from his eyes again.
Of course, Shouto didn’t take a liking to that. With you so close, he didn’t want anything hindering his front seat viewing of your candid reactions. “Baby, look here,” he called to you. You followed his command, turning back to face the grin reaching his lips. “There’s my pretty girl.”
You attempted to open your mouth to reply but found another ball of marbled chocolate placed where words should’ve been.
Soft lips wrapped around him, Shouto had to fight back the urge to groan, feeling your tongue graze the pad of his thumb as he fed you the candy. His other hand, formerly occupied with rubbing subtle circles on your clothed flesh, wandered to the satin ribbon of your apron fashioned behind you.
It wasn’t long until you discerned the game he was playing through the fiery looks and frisky touching.
Well, enter player two.
You brought a hand to his wrist, keeping him there as your tongue made work at licking away the residual chocolate melted on his finger. You moved from his thumb to his index finger, noting not to miss anything with every flick as you confidently returned the heady expression with batted eyelashes.
Shouto breathed in silently through his nose, gritting his teeth, your sultry actions having an innate effect on him, to which you smirked at. There was a slight tug on the ribbon wrapped behind you. It wasn’t firm enough to where the knot came undone, but enough that you noticed his fixation on the material. If he was making an effort to exert some self-control, it was futile at this point. No doubt, he was going to take you before Valentine’s Day was over.
“Hmm, you’re right, these chocolates are pretty tasty. But it’s probably because you’re the one feeding them to me that they taste just soooo good,” you mused, adding a sensual tonality to your voice as you concluded your words with one last kitten lick.
The man before you bit the inside of his cheek, your voice alone making blood rush south. You little minx. He was going to make doubly sure you understood just what you were doing to him.
Finally releasing his hand, you reached over beside you to grab a chocolate off the parchment paper. “For you~” You giggled as you led the confection to Shouto’s mouth. He readily accepted your gift, lips wrapping around the tips of your fingers as the mellow flavors soothed his taste buds. He made a point of re-enacting your little show, tongue languidly lapping your fingers while he maintained steady eye contact. You shuddered at the wet warmth abiding your skin, the suffocating sexual tension in the air causing you to press your thighs together. The action was not overlooked by Shouto, who smiled amidst cleaning your fingers with every brush of his tongue.
“What’s wrong, love? You were so bold and talkative earlier. Cat got your tongue or something?” he teased. A smirk ran across the curl of his lips as his licks turned to kisses he planted on the back of your hand.
After finishing his task of lapping up every essence of sweetness off your skin, he lifted himself from the stool. Doing so made him stand tall over you, and he easily cornered you to where your back met the edge of the counter. Your wrist captured in one of his hands, he wove an arm around you, pulling your body into him.
“You know, there’s something I want to eat right now other than chocolates,” he confessed, forehead pressed to yours and glinted heterochromatic eyes latent with an insatiable hunger. The baritone of his voice sent shivers through your body and a throb aching in your core.
You innocently tilted your head at him. “Oh, is that so? And what would that be?”
He chuckled darkly at your redundant question.
“Why you of course, my love.”
The moment the words reached your ears, he lunged forward to seize your lips. You quickly followed in the sensual movements of his soft lips against yours like it was a practiced routine, not resisting his tongue prying its way into your mouth and submitting to the dance that made pleasure course through your veins.
A single tap on your thigh was your cue to hop into Shouto’s waiting grasp and wrap your arms around his neck. You pulled your bodies closer to where the few layers of clothing you both possessed did nothing to hide your enthusiasm for each other. You could feel your nipples under your bra stiffen at your arousal, growing more sensitive as you pressed your chest to him. Meanwhile, his hard erection shamelessly poked the inside of your thigh to which his grip was poised on remaining firm, grinding your lower half against him.
You expected this was where he intended to have you—right then and there in the middle of the kitchen—but to your surprise, Shouto had other plans. He navigated you two to the dining table as you continued feverishly making out with your legs wrapped around his waist. Never breaking the hot mingle of your lips, he carefully placed you on the edge. His hands were free to roam the expanse of your body, palming at places that elicited airy moans from you as he inscribed the niceties of your bonny apron into his memory. Though he cursed the unnecessary layers that obscured your beautiful flesh from him.
Finding the clothes still on you equally unbearable in the heat of your movements, you were on the same wavelength as him. You sought out the satin ribbon tied behind your back that kept the apron on your form, but before your fingertips could even reach the material to tug the knot loose, Shouto seized your wrists and led your hands away. Your face was scrunched with bewilderment by how sudden his actions were.
Shouto didn’t think he could have a fetish over something as ordinary and domestic as a decorative garment tied around your waist, but this Valentine’s Day was proving him otherwise. He was not about to pass an opportunity to absolutely ruin you in this pretty thing.
“Keep it on,” he ordered, voice deep and commanding.
“H-Huh? What about my clothes?” you stuttered, confused at first. You wanted to ask what spurred him to give such a demand, but you were too caught in the moment to think of objecting to his request (not that you had much choice anyway).
“Let me.” That was all he said before his hands sought after the waistband of your jeans and the buttons of your top. He pulled and undid the apparel until you were left in only your panties and that lovely apron. Your bra was quickly disposed of to the pile next to his feet thanks to the clip being located at the front this time, and he was eternally grateful for the convenience. You didn’t even have to mention anything for his own clothes to float above yours on the floor, sitting back on the table to admire his toned physique, now free for you to ogle in just his briefs.
His hooded, icy eyes concentrated on every aspect of your appearance. He didn’t dare miss a single detail in front of him—from your bare, flushed skin glowing beneath the light fixture to your aroused nipples shaped through the thin fabric. You were a sight Shouto would gladly worship for the rest of his life.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes, my love, and I’m going to enjoy ravaging you until all you know is my name.”
His words alone were enough to send a tingle of anticipation to your cunt. You did not shrink at his assertiveness, instead embracing both yours and Shouto’s desires with open arms.
“You have me, Sho. I’m all yours.”
The man released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding before inhaling and diving in. Your lips reencountered each other, continuing from where you left off with his tongue chasing after you. You laced your fingers in his soft hair to press him deeper to you as Shouto navigated down your neck. He sucked and licked at your skin; every tug he felt on his scalp compelled him to lay marks as he inched closer and closer to your breasts.
“Ahh.. Sho…” you mewled, feeling his hands grope one of your mounds and tease your slit through your panties. With no intention of letting this apron off your body, Shouto pushed the fabric concealing your chest inward to reveal a perky nipple, seeming excited to be covered by his mouth. Well, who was he to deny such exuberance, especially when he himself was hungry to taste?
Lips enclosing the stiffened nub, Shouto sucked and prodded with fervor. As you squirmed and squealed beneath him, your fingers pulled harder at his strands which he hummed in content at. The tip of his tongue circled your areola, making the slick clinging to your panties damper at the stimulation. The hand occupied between your thighs stroked you against the fabric before pulling it to the side to touch you directly.
“Oh fuck!” you cursed at the contact as Shouto did not hesitate to start pumping a finger into your pussy.
“Damn, you’re so wet down here. Did my kisses and teasing do all this?”
You were too distracted by the precise movements of his fingers working through you to answer, words superseded by your wanton moans. “Keep making those pretty sounds, love. I want you to cry out as I’m ruining you.”
Your noises hit a crescendo when his fingers began curling inside you, stretching into places that lit stars behind your eyes. His thumb rubbed your clit to intensify the fire building in your abdomen. Your back arched on the table as you grabbed onto Shouto’s free hand for dear life, already feeling that flame ready to ignite.
“Sho– Wait, I’m gonna–”
“Don’t hesitate, sweetheart. Coat my fingers with your cum,” he told you, increasing the speed of his thumb against your bundle of nerves as he continually hit that euphoric soft spot.
At his words, your pussy clenched hard around him, practically sucking him in. You threw your head back against the table, releasing a loud cry of his name as your orgasm engulfed your whole body with electrifying pleasure. Chest heaving up and down, your breaths sounded ragged as your vision went white before slowly adjusting to the light.
Shouto slid his fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth, licking at the layer of gloss. He observed your fucked-out state from above and admired his handiwork—your lips swollen, eyes glassy, and sweaty skin adorned with his marks.
“You taste absolutely delicious, you know,” he said almost too sweetly, like he had immediately gotten drunk off drinking the remnants of your orgasm. And, of course, he had to let you know how delectable you were. Shouto provided you a sample by pressing his fingers to your lips. You obediently parted them, welcoming your essence on your tongue.
“Don’t you think so?”
You hummed and nodded in agreement. Shouto grinned, bending down to mix your flavor in each other’s mouths. He finally removed your ruined panties and slid them down your legs. But to no one’s surprise, the apron stayed on your person.
When you parted, Shouto gestured for you to get up from the table. In doing so, you had anticipated this would be the time to head straight to the bedroom, but the night continued to prove you wrong. Shouto was still famished.
“Stand up for a second, baby. I want to lay down as I have my meal.” You didn’t need to guess to know just what he wanted to satiate his appetite tonight.
Shouto laid himself flat across the table, the majority of his legs dangling off the edge. You, on the other hand, were apprehensive at his approach, cautiously wondering if your modest dining table could handle the rampant motions of two adult bodies on top of it at once. Should the legs give way and the table collapses, the gravity of your descent would put all your weight onto him. What if you hurt him as a result?
“Love, what’s the holdup?” your boyfriend called, breaking your train of thought, “Come, your throne awaits.” He patted his chest—a rather peculiar place to sit but your cunt pulsed at the image of you riding that gorgeous face of his.
“O-Okay, I’m just afraid of hurting you, is all,” you said, pulling at the hem of your apron for security.
He raised his upper body halfway to see the hesitance painted on your features. “Y/n, there’s no need to worry, I wouldn’t have thought of doing this if I couldn’t handle it,” he assured, his hand reaching out for you. “Trust me. I won’t let anything happen to us.”
You stared at the hand hovering in front of you and then at Shouto’s eyes glimmering with faith, and you knew you could trust his word. So you take his hand, climbing onto the table and over his body where you straddled his chest.
“Dining tables are meant to be eaten on, right? Well, I intend to devour you until your legs are shaking beside me, sweetheart,” he promised. He stroked up and down your thighs tauntingly. Your breaths hitched as he maneuvered you above his face, moving the flap of your apron so you could feel his cold breath against your lower lips.
“As much as I appreciate all those confections you made for me, they all pale in comparison to the sweetest delight here–” He uttered praises to your core while rubbing the soft flesh of your thighs. “This pretty, soft, and dripping pussy.”
Warmth spread across your cheeks at his lewd words and how close in proximity he was to your twitching center. The one thing you detested about this apron at this moment was the fact it blocked you from what Shouto was doing, the bottom half lying right above his face. To him, however, it made everything all the more entertaining.
Despite being the one trapped under you, it must have felt like you were more in the dark than he was. After all, he was the one asserting dominance in this situation, and with a layer of fabric hiding his face, you had no idea how or when he was going to eat you out. His deafening silence was not offering you one bit of reassurance either. If he truly intended to devour you atop this table, he should just do it already.
“...Sho? Are you—Ah!” Upon questioning him, your words were choked by your surprised squeal, feeling him delicately kiss your folds with chilly lips attached to your warm pussy. You opened your mouth to speak again, yet you struggled to search for words as Shouto’s tongue flattened against you, licking a long strip before latching onto your sensitive pearl. The more he relentlessly sucked and teased, the more you sang out with waves of pleasure quivering through your body.
Hearing your beautiful noises, he chuckled, tongue vibrating on your clit. Every sound you produced made his cock stutter, still leaking and begging for attention beneath his briefs.
Not liking how inactive you were—simply sitting on his face and waiting for yourself to come undone on his tongue—you reached behind yourself to trail your hand down his abdomen. His body tensed, abs immediately flexing at your soft touch. You noticed his ministrations falter in their rhythm.
“B-Baby, what are you doing?” he questioned, pulling himself off of you to concentrate on your hand running along the waistband of his briefs. His fingers dug into your flesh as you found his length, tentatively giving it a pump that gave birth to a strained noise below the flap of your apron.
“You’ve been doing all the work so far, Sho. I just want you to enjoy yourself,” you said. His eyebrows were scrunched, hissing through his teeth at your thumb grazing his slit, mixing his precum around the tip.
“I am enjoying myself—this is all I could ever ask for,” he replied honestly. He lifted the frilly material off his face so you could discover your slick running down his lips and neck, the blush spread across his fair cheeks an more than sufficient indication that he derived nothing but delight from being in this position. He looked like an absolute mess, yet the debauched sight made both your heart and pussy flutter.
“But if you want to join in, I won’t stop you.”
At that, Shouto detached himself from your sweetness for just a second to quickly reposition you above him. You were adjusted to where you were practically on all fours on the table now, facing the prominent bulge raised on his briefs while your fluttering cunt was somehow even more obscenely split in front of him. You were thankful the piece of furniture stayed intact throughout the motions, pleasantly astounded by its strength. However, you couldn’t pause to be impressed by this detail for long. Not when Shouto’s aching erection pleaded for you to continue touching it.
Your hand returned to its original place—wrapped around his heavy length that wept with precum coating the surface of its mushroom top. As you stroked it up and down in a consistent rhythm, you altered your grip to tighten more around him.
“Ooh yeah, that’s it, baby. Just like that… Ahhhh, fuckkkk—” You were rewarded by his praises and groans at the splendid pressure surrounding his dick. It encouraged you to keep up your pace and add another hand to the fray to increase the tension.
“You’re doing so well, making me feel so fucking good, love. Can you add your mouth for me now?” he requested, and you happily complied. Your tongue flattened against his cock, noting every vein and twitch running across your wet muscle that reduced Shouto to muttering obscenities behind you. Reaching the top, you swirled your tongue along the tip before taking the entire head into your warm cavern. Shouto’s thighs flexed, body almost trembling at how heavenly you made him feel. He couldn’t be outdone.
You let out a whine on his cock, feeling his mouth working against you again. This time you felt the effects stronger than before as Shouto spread your pussy lips to grant him better access to tongue fuck you. He stimulated every sensitive area with practiced ease, making sure to flick your clit with extra vigor to achieve the best results. You delivered in your reactions—legs shaking and knees slowly and deliberately being reduced to jelly.
Even ensnared in ecstasy, you did your best to adapt to his intensity, engulfing him more into your mouth. Your hands worked together to maximize the most pleasure you could give him, fondling his balls and gripping the base of his cock.
The lewdest of sounds filled the room in an unrelenting symphony. From your muffled whimpers to your pussy squelching in the presence of Shouto’s mouth purring against you, there was no shortage of bliss evident in the atmosphere. Hearing yourselves in the throes of rapture as you devoured each other’s whole beings like starved animals, you two were simultaneously climbing toward your highs.
“Shit, keep doing just that baby, and I’m going to paint that pretty mouth of yours white,” he warned half-heartedly. You purred, the enthusiasm laced your tone informing Shouto you wanted him to do just that. He was pleased by your response.
“You want it, don’t you, you slutty girl? Well, I expect you to drown me in your honey while I cover your throat with my cum then.” Those were the last words he spared you before proceeding to manifest them into reality. His hands dug themselves in the flesh below your ass cheeks, exposing your pussy to his appendage that swiped away at your clit until shockwaves made you tremble above him.
You were the first to come undone, juices running down your thighs and boyfriend’s chin. Your cries were muffled amidst Shouto’s dick caught down your throat, tightening around his length, which surged with spurts of white all over your mouth. You swallowed every single drop of his seed, wiping at the excess on your lips as you released the hero’s cock with a loud pop.
After taking a moment to catch your breaths, you carefully moved off of each other. Shouto steadied you on his lap, letting you straddle him as he sat on the edge of the table. He intertwined your fingers through his and brought them to his lips to place a tender kiss on the back of your hand.
“I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you too, Shouto. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
#bnha smut#bnha x reader#todoroki x reader#todoroki smut#mha smut#bnha fic#bnha imagine#todoroki shouto x reader#todoroki imagine#mha x reader
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Well.
We all know what this is about.
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Another au everybody
Yayyyy
So this AU is named Alioth Plough au cuz. Tbh it’s a placeholder for now, please give me better names if you have any
Alioth Plough AU (Backstory info)
Dipper is a reincarnation of this god/demon who was friends with Bill Cipher, until they drifted away (Bill became too much, too violent in his actions)
The Big Dipper birthmark on Dipper’s forehead basically indicates this
When he turned 16, a portal opened right after he got some alone time after his and Mabel’s birthday party
The portal pulled him in, sending him to a different dimension
The Axolotl and other demons greeted him, saying “Welcome home Alioth”
Dipper, being completely confused and scared, asked what they were talking about
Now, the demons and the Axolotl already know that he’s a reincarnation
So they explain it to him, leading him through the big building that makes their home
Alioth Plough was a high ranking demon, or god who was able to free people from possession and create flames, that were more normal looking than Bill’s blue flames
Other powers include creating protecting barriers, healing, summon a sword
Alioth couldnt make deals, however he could paralyse/glitch out other demons who were about to make an unfair deal
He was very connected with nature, the pinetree being his favourite tree of all
Appearance:
Long brown curly hair, with Bill’s eyes but blue and inverted, only sometimes is the eyeball blue instead of black, he wears a dark blue star cape, over a dress shirt and black dress pants, also wearing a captain’s hat, with a belted sword (“Just in case, you know”)
He has freckles, but they glow in the dark, making them seem like stars
When he heals people, the freckles on his face glow in the Big Dipper constellation first, then into other constellations that start healing the wounds
There are also Runes that show up on his cape
The Axolotl also explained, how Alioth was the first demon who stood up to Bill, fatally loosing a battle in the woods of old gravity falls though
He died under a pinetree and due to his barrier creation abilities, the barrier around Gravity Falls formed
The demons are in like a council, that basically formed when Bill just kinda started going crazy, so they tried to come up with a plan, but Alioth just kinda. Did his own thing?
Also here’s some art of him!
(The other demon’s name is Romulus, it’s on the council as well)
#gravity falls#dipper pines#future au#gf au#alioth plough au#the axolotl#reincarnation#I’m just kind of doing whatever at this point#i do want to post more about harpy havoc and the portal au though#when will that be?#when i have the confidence to draw anything for it#currently just focusing on oc I’m so sorry
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Welcome, potential reader, to the FAQ post! This post was made for the purposes of making the FAQ more easily accessible to mobile and desktop users alike.
Who are the people behind it?
@fmsdraws - Poppy Creator. Main writer, Artist, and Composer.
@dokudoki - CORE!Frisk, Mr Asgore, and Omega Timeline Creator. Writing assistant.
@lolika-0777 - Monarch Chara, Undercore Frisk and Ucans creator. Writing assistant.
@g0at0ad - Cadence's creator. Writing Assistant
Dihze - Dusted Frisk and Rust creator. Writing assistant.
Cerulean- MTT Frisk creator, writing assistant.
@ajdoodle and @numberonephantompizza1 - Writing assistant.
@superkirbylover - Marlette Creator. Art and Writing assistant.
MrkySpices - Art Assistant
What is this project about?
Refer to the masterpost
How am I supposed to read this?
Read both the Story Masterpost and Asks.
The Story Masterpost is pretty self explanatory.
The asks have been the main content of the blog, and sheds more light on the world, story, and characters, even if the askblog aspect is not canon to the story itself.
This blog is basically 60% askblog, 40% story content.
What is the Omega Timeline?
If you aren’t aware, the Omega Timeline (created by dokudoki) is a safe haven founded by CORE!Frisk thousands of years ago to house people who have been left with no home to return to, although it’s not exclusive to them; people with no such issues often come to hang out and relax.
If you wish to know more about the Omega Timeline, you can learn more by checking this AU Wiki article made by Doku herself!
Is this THE Omega Timeline?
No. You are not forced to follow how this AU portrays the OT. Obviously how everyone sees the Omega Timeline is different, there isn’t a canon version of the Omega Timeline.
I base the OT heavily off of my experience in the Omega Timeline’s Official Roleplay server, and my years of roleplaying in it, but there will be discrepancies.
Are you allowed to use the Omega Timeline and CORE!Frisk?
Yes, and all CORE!Frisk writing is generally looked over by Doku before. It still doesn’t make this OT the “canon” one, though.
Is Poppy canon to [X]?
To the main cast? Yes. Everything else? Most likely not.
You won’t see Inverted Fate Papyrus mention that he fed Poppy a plate of science spaghetti in that comic.
Poppy’s Story takes place in its own continuity separate from everything else, following its own rules and events.
AU cameos do not mean that that specific character went to the OT in their canon, it just means some version of them did. The very nature of this continuity would snap several narratives in half if their appearances were canon.
On the other hand, if Poppy characters cameo in anything, then it's most likely a non-canon cameo.
TL;DR: nless explicitly stated otherwise by both parties, take any AU appearance with a grain of noncanon salt.
Can [X] AU appear in OT:PS?
Cameos? Probably so. But being a part of the main cast is carefully chosen by yours truly.
You can, however, submit an AU here and I’ll consider it for backgrounds.
Are there any ships?
There's only been charisk thus far. If that is uncomfortable for you, I understand.
Are there any TW?
I'm not entirely knowledgable on the matter of TW, I'll add to the list as I am told:
Guns
Can I make a take/AU of this?
I'd honestly advise making your own story with the OT as a setting. It is a concept you could retell through the eyes of different characters basically forever.
The circumstances that led Poppy to be as it is are sincerely so specific, changing one factor would unravel into a new story with potentially a new cast.
I know I can’t stop people, though, so if you wanna specifically make a full blown OT:PS AU, you must:
- Link back to the original blog.
- Be responsible with it.
And, if you wish to use Poppy characters in your AU project, I’d like to be asked beforehand so I can relay to my friends.
If you want to just make, say, a fanfiction based on the canon story, or a one shot and whatnot, don't worry too much.
Can I make fanart/music/etc.?
Of course! Just be sure to @ this blog, or else I won’t be able to see it. Or use “#ot poppy fanart”
Please do not do NSFW content of this blog, I do not approve.
Can I comission people / Be comissioned to make art of the characters?
Sure, I don’t see why not. Just don’t sell the characters in merchandise.
Can I RP the characters? with the characters? In the blog?
You cannot roleplay the characters, with the exception of CORE!Frisk, who doku allows people to roleplay with.
Depends if I know you/like you, but I don’t really do roleplay here. I’d be up for doing something like a comic collab tho.
DM me if you wish.
Can I dub the comics?
Sure! But as a general rule, if you’re only slapping the comics on movie maker and talking over it, please do not monetize it. Anything else is okay.
Can I translate the comics?
Sure! I don't intend on making any translations given the sheer scale of the project, but DM me about it if you have any questions about what I wrote. I speak spanish myself.
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haha welcome to my newest rec list, what a run we had tho, a collection of all of my favorite nate bastian/mikey mcleod fics. rip superbuddies, they're not dead, nate's just in fuckin SEATTLE
the only hard part of making this list was not just listing out every fic ao3 user lotts has for the pairing which i did consider doing. so.
all that by lotts
summary: If Mikey gets a soulmate soon, he’ll have to explain the whole Nate situation.
Not– not that there's a real Nate situation, per se, but it’s just– Mikey has Nate, and it’s kind of a thing.
(Or: there very much is a Nate situation. There's also a Mikey situation. Eventually, they realize this.)
why i love it: to me, this is the superbuddies fic-it’s got the perfect pacing from friends to lovers with just the right around of blurred lines between what’s normal for friends and what’s something more, and their characterizations are just *chef’s kiss* it’s also such a great take on soulmates, and it really covers the different ways people can feel about their soulmates/the concept in general
kiss the night air by clementiae
summary: Jersey, Jersey. Whispered into the warmth of their laced fingers like a prayer.
It was a stupid dream. Mikey wanted it to last.
why i love it: never has under 1.3k words made me want to cry as much as this fic has. the way talking about their dream of playing together evolved, the narrative structure that builds? absolutely hits, very good if you want to cry about the expansion draft
sure thing by bitter_leaf
summary: In the history of hockey, there’s no way something like Nate suggested has never happened before and Mikey feels out of control following that thought down the rabbit hole, how he’d be powerless to stop it if it did, and that’s if he’d even want to stop it. The terrifying thing is that even though he can’t see it happening—they’re both straight, this whole fucking thing is just a thought experiment, pretend—now that Nate’s painted the picture for him, he can’t stop thinking about it—whether he’d even notice the signs until it was too late.
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Sick of their teammates chirping them, Mikey and Nate pretend to date.
why i love it: i’m SUCH a sucker for fake dating aus, and this one does it so well. It really leans into the messy and complicated feelings part of fake relationships that i don’t think gets explored enough, and it handles it so, so, so well.
you let him wonder but you never let him sink in his teeth by anonymous
summary: Mikey didn’t really pay attention much in biology— didn’t have to, not really— but he vaguely remembers something about doing heat by yourself in a pinch. There were lots of warnings about it.
“You can’t just be alone,” he says and Nate lets out something that sounds like laughing.
Mikey is just trying to be helpful, and Nate is just trying to get through it.
why i love it: i really love omegaverse fics that invert the usual takes on the tropes (and this is one of them!) and it just really is a great look at their dynamic. i really like this take on mikey and nate as a whole, as well
though far away, we’re still the same by rathands
summary: Mikey wishes he wasn’t in love with Nate, because everyone knows that juniors shit—it doesn’t work out. Like Dylan and Mitch.
why i love it: lots of fun bad communication between nate and mikey, and i think this one really handles the emotion of it all so well. absolutely peak idiots to lovers, and i really love that it gives us both of their point of views
so i don’t have to keep imagining by preciousthings
summary: “It was a mistake. That’s— I didn’t mean that, and that’s it.” Mikey says, but he can’t quite meet Nate’s eyes. “That’s where I’m at, I guess.”
“That’s what I thought. So, we’re on the same page.” Nate nods.
(or: lost gold medals, ill-advised snapchats, love confessions, meddling teammates, and a whole lot of miscommunication.)
why i love it: i just think the premise of this works so, so, so well for them-it’s another great idiots to lovers vibe for nate and mikey, and the whole concept of drunkenly telling your crush you love them via snapchap? yes, good, correct
there is a bridge over a river, and some days it is lovely by lotts
summary: “What are you doing here?” Mikey asks, trying and failing not to stare, but Nate’s staring right back, like he’s also not sure what’s going on.
“I figured I’d meet you here,” Nate says. “Put a familiar face on the Binghamton welcoming committee.”
Mikey looks around. “There’s no one else here.”
“Well, it was either a familiar face or no face,” Nate says with an uncertain smile, like he’s not quite sure he’s allowed to make a joke.
why i love it: perhaps i love it because i like to hurt my own feelings, but this is really just a well done fic that really just hits. it’s honest and emotional and you can feel the weight of that throughout it, but it does have a pretty light hearted ending that is good and hopeful. bonus points for being one of my favorite break up make up fics ever and currently my most read fic of 2021
a catch in the curse by aliquis
summary: Mikey McLeod is gifted — or cursed — with the power of psychic persuasion. With the ability to bend people’s ears to his will, Mikey is well aware of how dangerous a power he wields, and the responsibility he bears to not abuse it.
Though he rarely uses his gifts, new developments in his friendship with Nate Bastian may threaten his control. Mikey would do anything to protect his best friend, including finding a way to get rid of his powers for good. Luckily, Newark’s own witch in the woods may be able to help.
why i love it: magic au!!!! i cannot stress how fantastic the world building is in this series (you don’t have to read the tknp fic that’s first to follow what’s happening, but it is worth the read) and mikey’s feelings towards nate and his own struggle is just!!!! honestly i’m just a series of exclamation points about it all
Invisible string by philatoi
summary: Mikey has known he’s liked guys since the first time Nathan Bastian smiled at him. That’s the thing, almost everything about Mikey’s sexuality has involved Nate — which isn’t necessarily bad. In Mikey’s humble opinion, Nate is the perfect person to fall in love with. Highly recommended. Mikey doesn’t regret putting all his eggs in that basket for the last six years.
why i love it: the pining in this, the emotions of it all-just absolutely top notch all the way around, and really just what i wanted out of a superbuddies fic. it really just feels so right for nate and mikey, and i just love it
you are a diamond and i’m just coal by hannah_baker
summary: When Mikey learns his roommate Nate isn't going home for Christmas, he drags Nate back home with him for break.
Or, the one where Mikey thinks all of his feelings for his roommate are platonic, and everyone laughs at him for it.
why i love it: me picking between this and hannah_baker’s other christmas centric superbuddies fic was like picking a favorite child. this is one of my all time favorite takes on mikey in any fic, and i always love a good college roommates au. just such a wonderful fic
turn the lights off, i’m in love by awoogah123
summary: “I can’t go to sleep yet,” Mikey murmured against Nate’s mouth, “I’m not tired.”
Nate knew this couldn’t be true, his and Mikey’s season had just finished and they were both exhausted. Still, Nate knew what Mikey meant when he said he couldn’t go to sleep yet, that he was too wired up, because he felt exactly the same way.
“I think I’ve got a way to make you more relaxed,” Nate said, mouth curving into a smirk as he brushed a hand over Mikey’s cheek. Mikey’s mouth smiled against his own.
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Nate and Mikey are there for each other when the Devils don't make the playoffs.
why i love it: do you ever just need some soft comfort to cope? yeah me too! this fic is that and i was very 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 about it when i read it
#fic: lotts#fic: clementiae#fic: bitter_leaf#fic: anonymous#fic: rathands#fic: preciousthings#fic: aliquis#fic: philatoi#fic: hannah_baker#fic: awoogah123#fic: nate bastian and mikey mcleod#fic: nate bastian#fic: mikey mcleod#fic: devils#fic rec#rec list: what a run we had tho#hockey rpf#men’s hockey rpf#hockey fic#hrpf#and the first ever official rec for a seattle player rip to my HEART#fic: kraken
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