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About Me🐛
My names Max! Im 18 y/o and I use this blog to share fanfics that I read that I enjoy. Will it be just me seeing this blog? Probably💔
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Hoes Before Bros? — Ludwig (Big Bad Dogs)
synopsis — "Bros before hoes." simple rule.
until your best friend starts flirting with the new girl at work... who just so happens to be your longtime internet crush. suddenly, the bro code needs a patch update.
lil tease <3
How about we recreate this
RANDOM ART TIME IG Some of the doodles I make while on call, got the sketches I liked and ran with them, I tried to put details on them hehehe, dunno if ppl will catch on tho hmhm I will go back to drawing more RB now :P.
My goat 🤤
ᴛʏᴘɪɴɢ… ɪ <-AO3
Pairing: Ludwig x F!Reader Tags: First Time (Ludwig Only), Virginity Loss, Fling to ???, Online Friends, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Oral Sex (F Receiving, M Receiving). Note: Reader's username is mooney, which is why everyone calls you that. I don't want to use [Y/N] in the middle of a sentence, so you'll sometimes see [Name] whenever someone (Lub) refers to the Reader by her real name. Disclaimer: The Reader's behavior might not be everyone's cup of tea, but bear with her. She lives in the late 2000s, and y'all know how harsh that era could be for women. There were a lot of stereotypes, discrimination, and impossible social expectations placed on them. She acts the way she does because of how society viewed women at the time. She's a victim of those expectations, and they shaped the way she thinks and behaves. ɪ ɪɪ ɪɪɪ ɪᴠ
“Oh, you fucking asshole! That’s cheating!”
You sit in front of your desktop, the shouting blasting clear through the other side of your headphones.
@where-spar0w-barks
hiiii, fifth post 😴
I just want to say I'm really happy you guys like my drawings, even though I haven't been very active lately. I'm going through the worst period of my life right now, but I'm trying to stay as calm as possible, though I don't always manage it. THANKS GOD drawing relaxes me... SOOO, as promised... I drew Ludwig the way I imagine him (soo with longer hair, diamond earrings (canon), and maybe some freckles? I still have to decide on that. I also think glasses would suit him really well—if he's glued to video games like a madman, his eyesight might get worse, after all...) Anyway, the next drawing I do will be of RB, and probably some more chibi art. Sorry for the message—it's almost 4 AM here and I was feeling a bit down (dw, I'm okay now). Anyway, I hope you like it! BYE 💖
(i’m trying to do the laly style, well it’s a mix between mine and hers, I HAVE TO STUDY IT OK. i hope you guys, and laly.. like it)
(how I imagine his palette⤵️)
IM GOONING
Big Bad....Dogs?
Vivi’s not sure what to do.
Here she is, on a beautiful morning jog, and then suddenly, two dogs are running at her excitedly. They’re huge; Vivi didn’t exactly get a good look before sprinting off, but they looked like they could topple her with a good jump. She ran for several blocks before realizing the dogs were enjoying it as a game. She stopped. Fortunately for her, they were friendly, if not overexcited.
She leans down to take a closer look at them.
The first dog, a husky, hasn’t stopped howling and barking the entire time. He was particularly troublesome; during the chase, he would nip at her butt whenever he caught up to her. He eagerly leans in for pets and lets out a satisfied woof in response.
He has pretty blue-grey eyes and a silver dog tag. He whines and flinches back when she reaches towards it, but a few more chin scratches and he relents, melting into her arms. No usable information; of course. Why does a dog have a police dog tag anyway? It may be in the name, but it’s not meant for dogs…right?
She turns to look at the other dog, a golden retriever with amber eyes, a few moles, and a goofy smile. When he notices her reaching towards him, he shies behind the husky, who barks at his friend supportively. Almost… teasingly? She laughs, about to step back when the golden retriever bounces into her arms, butting her hands until she scratches his forehead. No collar on this one either; huh.
Vivi would be happy continuing to do this if the husky didn’t start whimpering. She grins. “You’re just a little attention seeker, aren’t you?”
He barks as if to affirm this. She bursts out laughing; his owners must call him that often if he recognizes the words immediately.
“Well. You two stink.” She winces her nose. “But you two also seem well-groomed. You should go home now, okay?”
She starts walking away from them, but they immediately trot after her. She goes into a jog; they follow. Well, more accurately, the husky follows her. The golden retriever appears to be following behind the husky.
“Hey, I don’t know you two. You have to go home.”
They both sit in front of her, panting. The husky whines and rubs at her legs, pausing only to eye his friend and gesture towards her. The golden retriever follows, butting her until she squats down to meet them at eye level. His tail wags furiously. She tries to shoo them away, to no avail. They won’t go away. And they keep following her. What is she supposed to do?
“Well. I can’t take you guys home…”
The husky whines in response, then goes into a long howl. Vivi giggles. “My parents are a strict no pets household. And quiet time by 10 pm. And something tells me that you never shut up.”
He grins and licks her cheek. She’s a bit taken aback, but simply wipes off the extra saliva and clicks at him. “Naughty Dog. Okay, I’ll get you two home. You’ll be Dog, and you’ll be…” She glances over at the golden retriever. His face is so blank and his eyes are so round…he’s a full sized dog, bigger even, but he looks so adorable and small. “Puppy. You’re Puppy now.”
The husky snorts, but appears to agree. She glances over at the golden retriever. His tail is still wagging, so she takes it as a yes.
She stands back up and dusts off her thighs. The husky, now named Dog, tries to nose up her shorts, but she flicks him away, shooting him a glare. He woofs.
“Troublemaker.” She huffs. “Okay. Well. Let’s start where I first found you guys.”
Vivi starts jogging towards her neighborhood and the two follow obediently. The husky attempts to drag them off the path a few times, but a stern look and some patience from Vivi (as well as her just leaving, causing him to then chase after her urgently). The golden, on the other hand, is as well behaved as ever, but he wasn’t really following her. He was following the husky. It took much longer than it should’ve, but they finally made it to the edge of her neighborhood.
“Gotta start somewhere…” She narrows in on a corner. She’ll try every door until someone recognizes the dogs. She walks up to the first house and knocks. No answer. She shrugs, turning around to greet the boys. But only one pair of eyes peek up at her. Amber.
“Puppy, where did-”
She’s cut off by furious barking down the street. Immediately, the golden runs towards his friend, barking furiously. “Whoa, Puppy, that’s a lot of bravado-” She begins, but stops short. Dog is barking at a chained Doberman, who’s growling in response. The Doberman shifts into an aggressive stance. Puppy, despite looking a bit scared, stands next to Dog.
It’s a standoff.
Vivi’s pretty sure she shouldn’t get between three dogs that look ready to fight, but what else is she supposed to do? She’s about to run between them when a sharp voice stops her.
“Mrs. Fostman, I thought we agreed you wouldn’t walk Lane down this street.” A young woman walks out of the house behind the Doberman, who stops growling. She looks up; their eyes meet. “Oh. You’re not Mrs. Fostman.”
“I am not.” Vivi says slowly. “I’m Vivi. I moved in down the street.”
“Hannah. But everyone just calls me Nana.”
Vivi tilts her head, confused. “You look so young.”
“It caught on. I’m not actually a grandma.” She laughs. “Now, let me get BB in before Lane starts another fight.” She turns, looking the husky in the eye. “You. Hush. Not another word.”
Lane(?) whines with a look on his face that says, “Sure, whatever.” But to her surprise, he does stay quiet while Nana takes her dog back inside. When she returns, it’s with a soft smile and kind eyes. “Sorry about that. So…what’s going on here?”
Vivi can’t quite put her finger on it, but she’s seen Nana around before. But now’s not the time to ask. There’s more pressing matters at hand. “You know these two?”
“Well, sure. The husky’s Lane. And the retriever is Ludwig. And my own boy is Werner, but I just call him BB. He and Lane have a bit of a…well, it’s hard to call it a rivalry. Laney here loves the ladies and my darling boy is protective. They get into it every time they see each other. Mrs. Fostman and I have an agreement to not walk on each other’s streets.”
“BB? Like baby boy?”
“Close! Biker boy. He loves our motorcycle rides.” Nana smiles, looking back at her house fondly.
That’s why Nana looks familiar.
She’s seen Nana riding her motorcycle at night. Usually a hot woman on a motorcycle would be enough to catch Vivi’s eye, but there was a dog on the motorcycle with her. If that wasn’t surprising enough, the dog was wearing a helmet. The first time she saw it, she thought she had one too many monsters and not enough sleep, but she saw it again. And again.
“That’s adorable. I’ve seen you two before.” She grins. “Okay, okay. So can you take these two home?”
Nana shakes her head apologetically. “No can do. Lane lives on Lakewood Street, which is a bit too far. And unfortunately, if BB smells Lane all over my clothes, which I’m sure you’ve learned Lane will do, he’ll rip them up. Did that with a nice pair of shoes that Lane rubbed his face over.”
Lane huffs, walking up to Nana. He lays back onto his back expectantly and Nana follows with bellyrubs. “I don’t think Ludwig lives around here, actually. The Fostman’s must be dogsitting Lub over here.”
“Ah. Do you know their house number? I can take them back.”
“I don’t, it’s been a while since I’ve been in that area. BB and all…I do remember that the Fostman’s have a gorgeous cat that likes to sunbathe in the front window. Maybe you’ll get lucky?”
“Sounds good. One more question. Where is Lakewood street exactly?”
“So you’ll go down this street and then…”
Vivi waves goodbye to Nana before following her instructions waving the two dogs along with her. Lane and Ludwig. They’ll be home soon. She takes a slower pace towards the neighborhood, side-eyeing Lane when he tries to nudge her along. “You two chased me for almost a mile this morning. You can follow my pace now.”
He huffs, but continues the rest of the walk alongside her. Ludwig happily enjoys the more leisurely stroll, often getting distracted by a butterfly or a particularly interesting shrub before hurriedly catching up. They chase each other down the final stretch of the street, nipping at each other’s tails, stopping only when Vivi calls their names. They return to her and they all walk onto Lakewood Street.
It’s a short street. There’s one house on the left and three on the other side. Vivi’s trying to look for cats when Lane starts to run off again. This time, it’s to the solo house on the left. He immediately begins digging up one of the rosebushes and chortling happily. Ludwig trots up to him as well, happily watching his friend and glancing around every so often.
“Hey! Lane!”
Ludwig barks, catching Lane’s attention. He looks up and sees Vivi, makes a strange noise as if to say, “who cares,” and continues his digging. The second bark from Ludwig is too late. Ludwig jumps back as a woman approaches Lane and grabs him by the scuff, removing a rose from his mouth. Lane whines, but looks at her with a smug smile on his face. The woman hisses. “You little rat. Where’s your mom? She lose your leash again? And you brought your little friend too?”
Lane barks indignantly, glancing over to Vivi. Vivi holds her hands up. “All him. I don’t mean harm.”
The woman looks at her curiously. “You’re not Mrs. Fostman.”
“I am not. I’m Vivi.”
“Angel.” The woman says, finally letting Lane go. She shoots him a glare. “I’m still watching, Fostman.”
Ludwig runs up to Lane, licking at his neck. Lane whines, glancing over at Angel. He ends his tantrum with a howl. Ludwig barks in return, affirming his friend.
“Those two are funny.” Vivi giggles. “Are all dogs this expressive?”
“I don’t know.” Angel says crossly. “If they are, god save us all.”
A cat wanders out from the front door behind Angel. Vivi’s not sure if it’s the light, but the cat is such a bright shade of orange that he almost looks red. He saunters up to Lane, looking at him with an unimpressed stare. When Lane attempts to sniff him in return, he gets a clawful smack in the face. Lane starts barking furiously and Ludwig starts to circle behind the cat, but Angel gets there first. She scoops up the orange-red cat and fondly cradles him in her arms. “You shouldn’t start fights, RB.”
RB simply purrs in her arms. The look in his eye tells Vivi that he’s not at all apologetic.
“So, uh-”
“Get Fostman out of my yard.”
“I can, just point me to which house.” “You don’t remember what house you picked them up from?”
“I’m not their sitter or walker. They just started chasing me this morning while I was out.” “Ugh. Lane’s up to his bullshit again. Let me see. Pretty young girl, huh? You must’ve moved in recently.”
“How’d you-”
“Lane greets all the ladies.’ Angel begins, but she whirls her head around, catching Lane sneaking towards another plant. She reaches for the hose and he darts off. She sighs. “Gave him a smack once on the butt. He liked it so much, he started digging up my plants on purpose. Only thing that deters him now is the hose. Even then…god, he’s such a pain in the ass. Anyway, he lives in the middle house. Can’t miss it. You’ll want to knock on Mrs. Donnelly’s next door though, I bet Mrs. Fostman is at work.”
“Ah, thank you!”
“Thank me by getting him out of here and on a leash as soon as possible. Rat bastard. You wouldn’t believe me, but I caught him showing his buddy over there how to ding dong ditch my door. Stood up on his hind legs to ring the bell, then ran off and hid in the bushes across the street.” She scowls.
Vivi has to swallow her laugh. She gets the feeling Angel doesn’t find the situation quite as funny as she does. “Ah, I did want to ask. RB? Any relation to BB?”
“Oh, you must’ve met Nana. Yeah, found RB on Nana’s motorcycle. Blended right in with the red paint. I took him in. They wanted to call him Red Biker, on account of his color, but I think Red Baby fits him better. RB for short, of course.”
“He’s adorable. Can I pet him?”
“I wouldn’t dear. He’ll leave a mark on you. He doesn’t mean any harm, but he loves to tease. Bad habit, but he’s a darling otherwise. Bit mischievous if anything.”
Vivi steps back from him immediately. She wasn’t trying to get bit. “Well, thank you Angel. Have a good day.”
Angel nods in return before heading back inside her house. Vivi sees the orange cat peek out the window almost immediately and he appears to be looking for Lane. She’s certain that’ll only cause more trouble, so she ushers both dogs back to the street. She needs to knock on Mrs. Donnelly’s door.
“Well, you’ll be home soon buddy. And…you’ll be with Lane, which is what you seem to want anyway.” She looks over at Ludwig, who gives a short bark in response. “Okay. Wait. Which one of these is Mrs. Donnelly’s door?”
If the Fostmans lived in the center house, then either house next to it could be Mrs. Donnelly’s. All Angel said was next door, which didn’t mean much on a street with only four houses. Well, Vivi figures she has a 50/50 shot of picking the right house. She chooses one and rings the doorbell.
Maybe she should’ve taken it as a bad sign when Lane started wagging his tail aggressively and Ludwig wouldn’t go past the walkway.
As soon as the door opens, a rooster? Chicken? Whatever it was, it rushed out of the house squawking. Immediately, Lane began to howl, and the two started jumping at each other and making an unbearable amount of noise. Vivi covered her ears and she could still hear the two shouting in their respective animal languages. The scene would’ve been hilarious if it wasn’t for how odd it was.
Luckily, an older woman walked out calmly. Without a word, she picked up the chicken and tossed them back in the house. The chicken gave a squawk before the woman picked up a burger shaped toy and tossed it to him. He caught it midair with his beak and happily toddled deeper into the house, out of sight. Vivi stood by the doorway confused.
Were all pets this interesting?
“Sorry about that. Chick’s a bit vulgar in the morning. Ah. Well. All the time.” The older woman smiled at Vivi, graciously holding out a hand. “I don’t think we’ve met, dear.”
Vivi grasps her hand, shaking it gently. “Vivi. You wouldn’t be Mrs. Donnelly, would you?”
“Oh no. She’s two doors down.”
Darn. She lost the 50/50. Vivi sighed. “I’m sorry to bother you, Mrs…?”
“Just call me Meemaw, sweetheart. Did Laney here find and chase you around? Bother you?”
“I’m learning it’s a common occurrence…”
Ludwig walks over carefully, eyes locked on the door. That must’ve been why Ludwig was too scared to approach; he knew about the chicken behind it. Lane, on the other hand, looked like he had the time of his life. He walked over and dropped a chicken feather at her feet, howling at Meemaw. He looked like he was about to throw another tantrum when Meemaw reached over and started petting him.
“He’s real mischievous, but he’s a good boy. He caught someone trying to break into my house and nearly bit his leg off.”
Lane woofed, tail wagging furiously. He smiled at the two. If dogs could talk, Vivi was certain that he would be asking, no, begging for praise. And more pets.
“You attention seeker you” She grinned, leaning down to pet him as well. “Well, I should get these two home. Thank you for your time.”
“Of course, sweetie. I’ll let you on your way. Mrs. Donnelly should be able to wrangle these two.”
As soon as Meemaw reached the front door, Ludwig darted behind Vivi’s leg. A beak peeked out for a moment, holding a fried egg toy with a brightly colored orange yolk. Ludwig whimpered, calming when Vivi reached down to soothe him. “The scary chicken is gone, it’s okay…”
Lane on the other hand, howled in protest. She looked over, raising an eyebrow. “You two are one and the same, huh? Already miss your buddy?”
Lane barks in agreement, panting heavily. She stands back up. “Okay, let’s hurry. You two need some water.”
As she walks towards Mrs. Donnelly’s house, she glances over at the Fostman’s house. The gate is still closed. She’s heard that huskies can scale fences, so that’s not a complete surprise. She can definitely imagine Lane climbing or jumping out of the yard somehow.
In the front window, she sees two pretty ragdoll cats. She pauses, deciding a minute wouldn’t hurt. One of them has black fur and brown eyes. She dons a dark blue color with a metal heart; on it, a V. The other cat has white fur and a red collar. Vivi has to look around a bit, but she spies an A. V glances over at Vivi before going back to licking A. One lick on A’s mouth jolts her awake and Vivi is greeted with a familiar pair of blue-grey eyes.
“Huh. Your eyes are the same shade as Lane’s. Guess you really are a family.”
She swears A’s eyes shift into a glare. Then, her eyes catch sight of Lane and she hisses. He howls in return, a dopey smile on his face.
This is definitely the Fostman’s house.
She walks away from the window and heads towards Mrs. Donnelly’s house. This feels final, somehow. A saga coming to an end.
Vivi knocks on the door.
Mrs. Donnelly answers the door. “Hello, dear. Oh, my. Lane, did you escape again?”
Lane and Ludwig both bark in recognition of Mrs. Donnelly. Lane whines as Mrs. Donnelly scoots him into the house. Ludwig follows obediently behind, sitting calmly next to Lane while he throws another husky tantrum. Mrs. Donnelly turns, seemingly used to the sight. “Why don’t you come in for some tea? I bet Laney put you through the ringer.”
Lane’s howl gets louder.
“They do this often?”
“Lane does. Lane will escape and find Ludwig, then bring him back here. I even have Max’s number on the fridge. Ludwig’s owner.” She adds, seeing Vivi’s confusion. “I think Lane might’ve taught Ludwig how to open his gate. It opens from the outside, on account of Lane’s jailbreaking habits. I saw Ludwig nudging at it once. Was that how they got out today?”
“No, the gate was closed.”
“Ah, Lane must’ve figured a different way out. They keep making that fence taller, y’know. But he tunnelled under it and they had to reinforce the bottom. He just finds a way.”
“He’s sure interesting.” Vivi laughs. “I do have to get home though. I’m, uh, Vivi. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Donnelly.”
“Nice to meet you too, sweetie. I’ll return these two home.”
“Thank you.” She leans down and both dogs approach her, nudging for pets. She gets up, turning to walk away, but she hears something odd. She turns, but the two dogs are silent. And so is Mrs. Donnelly.
Lane’s voice. It rings in her head.
His voice?
Not a bark. His voice. His human voice.
Her head hurts all of a sudden.
“VIVI! OPEN THE DOOR BEFORE I COME IN THROUGH THE WINDOW.”
She jolts awake and looks out her bedroom window. There’s the real Lane, with Ludwig behind him in tow. He catches sight of her peeking through her curtain and waves at her. He has his usual charming grin, the same one that makes her forget that he just disturbed her restful sleep. He starts for her front door and Ludwig obediently follows behind him.
Huh.
. . .
“I had a dream about you two last night.” Vivi grumbles. She’s immediately interrupted by Lane.
“Oh baby, is that why you’ve been playing hard to get? You wanted us both?” Lane smirks, looking her up and down. “I don’t usually share, but if it’s with my bro-”
“It was not that kind of dream.” Vivi snaps. “You two were both dogs. Like, actual dogs.”
“What, you tried to eat us or something?”
“You little…” Vivi grabs a pillow and launches at Lane, who lets out a shriek of surprise. She smacks him in the face with the pillow before smothering him with it, pinning him to the couch with her legs. Ludwig snaps into action, giving Lane just enough room that he’s able to take the pillow away. He raises it over her head and she glares daggers at him.
He looks down at her cheekily. “Next time you suffocate me, do it with your boobs, bitch.”
“LANE! YOU-”
“Get off unless you’re gonna ride the Lanester, baby..” He shoots her another grin, laying back with a shit-eating smirk. She jumps back, feigning disgust, but grabs another pillow. A fight ensues, with Ludwig trapped on the side.
It’s going to be an interesting day.
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This was actually based on an experience I had a long time ago... Hope you enjoyed it <3 And I hope you caught all the little cameos...
IM CRINE THIS IS SO GOOD ty for making me ludwigs owner
Synopsis: popstar!gojo didn't collect enough good karmic points to reincarnate into something human. instead, he winds up as a speaker, and the irony isn't lost on him. but he doesn't want to keep playing shitty music for a shittier frat party —it's a waste of his talents — so he gets himself thrown into a closet.
but then, a pretty little thing stumbles upon him and he decides he can use his talents to entertain you instead.
Warnings: smut, porn with basically no plot and laced with crack, inappropriate use of a speaker, masturbation, Gojo is a speaker - he can only communicate like Bumblebee, reader is intoxicated, electrocution, this is not a serious fic at all pls know this is satire and I am not insane, lotta music references (might be fun to play some of the songs to get the full immersion), not proofread Word Count: 2.7k This is for @madamechrissy's Object!Gojo event. Happy birthday to a very talented lady!!
“Yo, what’s up with your shitty ass speaker?”
Toji groans. “I just got it to work an hour ago. What the hell’s wrong with it now?”
Sukuna snorts and answers, “Shit keeps playing some song called ‘When It’s Cold I’d Like To Die’. Not exactly the vibe we want if we wanna wet our dicks tonight, is it?”
The party the frat’s been planning to mark the start of spring break is in full swing — all the sorority girls are here in their teeny tiny bikinis getting all wet as they swim in the pool, the basketball and hockey team keep starting up fights which they’ve placed money on, and pizza’s about to arrive any minute now.
It’s a damn good party.
But nothing’s perfect.
A Much Needed Break (RB x F!Reader X BB) (NSFW) (8.1k+)
((Been sitting in the drafts for a long time but I've finally gotten around to it. Started out as a trashed draft of another fic, but now I've rewritten everything basically. Just a lil something something that's been brewing around my head for ppl who should relax and let the world go by- if just for a while.))
I mean you @where-spar0w-barks....
((Also be warned, omega noncanon indulgence ahead))
OHHHHH YEAH THIS IS THE ONE
⠀⠀୭ ˖ nerd!jo keeps using your sex toys !⠀ˎˊ˗
the concept of "personal property" is foreign to your roommate. what belongs to him and what belongs to you simply does not exist in the vocabulary of his.
so when you enter your shared apartment after a grueling nine-hour shift, you already recognize the rhythmic buzz echoing down the hallway. it’s the exact same sound you’ve confronted him about three times this month.
you march down the carpeted hallway and throw the bedroom door wide, not even bothered to knock because he certainly didn’t ask permission to breach your space.
and there he is, your thoroughly infuriating, completely shameless roommate, sprawled across your duvet with those absurdly long, pale legs monopolizing the entire mattress. his glasses are askew on his face, the lenses clouded from his own ragged gasps as he rubs your favourite wand's head against his sensitive cockhead—smearing his sticky pre-cum all over.
“gojo!” you snap, your delivery flat and dripping with unadulterated irritation. "you are doing it again?!"
pms? tender breasts? don't worry, your ꒰devoted꒱ boyfriend satoru gojo is happy to be your personal bra for the day ౨ৎ 1.1k fluff ; crack ; suggestive art by @/Rezijellyfish0
It was a morning like any other.
You woke up curled right into your boyfriend Satoru Gojo's side, practically on top of him on the comfortable double bed. You didn't really have much room, not with his habit of lying down like a starfish, but you couldn't blame him – his long limbs just needed to take up all the space every night, and so you were forced to use your boyfriend as a pillow, of course.
Your favourite pillow.
You were awfully comfortable like this, nuzzling into his broad chest as the morning light started to bleed in through the half open window. Yes, so comfortable you could just drift away again... until.
Until those long limbs started to close in towards you.
That was another one of his morning habits, you see. Even for how spread out he liked to sleep, as soon as Satoru started to drift back into consciousness – you were the first thing he'd search for.
In his half asleep haze he closed his arms around you, squeezing you into him with all his might, letting out the most satisfied of hums. Not you, however – the sound that escaped your mouth was somewhere between a yelp and a cry for help.
"Baby?!" Satoru sprung into consciousness in a second. "What's wrong?!"
assholes live forever.
- 2002 Laney and Lub. (sketch)
since Ludwig is taller than Lane, teenage Lane always had the habit of raising his head to appear taller than he actually was.
theyre so disgusting but unfortunately its so in-character...💔
i need lud BAD
Oh.. Boy…
A Ludwig Fanfic! pt 1.
bcs i love him so much and i need a ludwig fanfic 😭 so i made one 😛 sorry if it sucks its my first time ever making a fanfic ☹️
“Never meet someone online in real life!” “Stranger danger.” Is the type of stuff people usually said when they heard about your online boyfriend before you met him offline, that was about a month into your relationship.
MDNI! 18+ Quick makeout sesh, cussing and vulgar language, you get blue balled at the end bcus this fic has two parts xD. half proofread… 8767 words!
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Well jokes on those losers! ‘Cus two months in, you and your man met in a cafe after finding out your workplaces were right next to eachother. When you saw him for the first time oh, ZOO WEE MAMA, LIGHT BROWN-BLONDE HAIR TIED INTO A PONY TAIL, A CUTE PEEK OF HIS UPPER CANINES STICKING OUT OF HIS LIP, AND OH FUUCK THOSE MOLES ALL OVER HIS NECK DISSEAPERING DOWN INTO HIS HOODIE… you couldn’t help but wonder how far those moles went. Who cares if he was abit funky. Safe to say you were obsessed and fruitfully spoiled your boyfriend with A LOT of love ever since that moment.
Three months later it’s already your fifth month dating but all you and Ludwig have done is a quick kiss here and there, some hugs, and handholding. It was really sweet but you were just a super perverted chud who wanted to get your BACK BLOWN OUT by your man! Totally your fault since you’re usally gentle around your boyfriend which caused him to treat you like glass, so you decided to make a change. You took the initiative (like usual) to ask him out on a date for your fifth monthsary, the location? Your home ofcourse!
No ulterior motives for that location… None at all…
“Bub? You goods?” A raspy but soft-spoken boyish voice squeaks out snapping you out of your thoughts, it’s Lub’s voice and you melt. He called you bub might sound weird but he says its better than calling you baby or princess. Plus he told you its because he’s Lub so your Bub. “Oh yeah- Don’t worry just zoning out Lub.” You forgot, you were just cracking open and pouring two Dr. Peppers into some mugs you own, you hand him one mug with a smile the soda inside it. “Just thinking about how much I love you.” You shamelessly say with a playful smirk on your face, your boyfriend who was taking a sip of his drink chokes on it he pulls the mug away “UHM!-” He coughs, lighting punching the center of his chest “OH?!- ASHWKDKI-I-I LOVE Y-you too??...” Lub turns away covering his face with his mug as his cheeks turn beet red “Atleast let me have some prep time before you sweet talk be me bub….” He chuckles, before putting the mug down on the counter.
“Your so… different today…” He mutters under his breath looking down at you his eyes curious, you tilt your head abit worried “What do you mean by different?” You decided to step outside of your usual sweet persona and be more yourself with him but if he didn’t like it- “You feel more real.” Once again his voice makes the thoughts in your head disappear, it was always like this even though he’s so childlike sometimes… He always knew what you needed, what you wanted to hear not in a way to placate you but in way that he believed it too. “I dont mean it in a bad way! It’s just, your smile finally reaches your eyes and your basically like- glowing right now, If you get what I mean… Your just so pretty sorry, I dont know what to say or how to act.” He says softly his hand reaching to pat your head gently, hand slowly moving down to intertwine with your hair gently twirling it “Oh…” Is all you can mutter as his hand cups the side of your face carefully he leans down and you lift your head up closing your eyes as Ludwig kisses your forehead lovingly, its chaste and quick he pulls away looking down at you eyes sparkling like your the only one in this world.
“You’re so yum-” You pause for a second before quickly recovering. “I mean cool… Yea…” His expression of calm quickly switches to confused and flustered his hand on your cheek twitches “Wait wha?- Were you about to say yummy??” You grab his wrist pulling it away to shake it playfully while laughing in an almost maniacal way out of embarassment your thoughts spilled out for a second. “What? YUMMY?? Who says YUMMY? Not I for sure! Your just hearing things!” You say through fake laughs. “I swear I heard yummy, didn’t know you think of me that way bub-” “YOUR HEARING THINGS” You reach out, pinching his lips between your fingers and he just… Stands there, you stand there, you both just stand there in your kitchen your fingers literally holding your boyfriends lips like its a weed and you can’t help but die alittle on the inside.
After a good minute of silence, you stare up at him feeling his body tremble and you worry its from anger but his hands suddenly holding his stomach as a bunch of Ludwigs saliva is splutters out at you right in your face!!! You let go of his lips yelling “EW!!-” Your boyfriend bursts out in laughter as he falls to his knees “I CANT BREATHE- HAHAHA-” You quickly wipe the saliva off your face with your sleeves, you look down at your boyfriend huddled over and wheezing “OH. MY. GOODY GOD. YOU GOT ME OVER HERE ACTING LIKE FUCKING SQUIRTLE.”
You crouch down confused trying to help him get up, even though you like playing games you were never really into pokemon so you asked the first “Squirtle? Does she squirt as an ulti or something?” Ludwig is basically gasping for air right now “PFFT- WOULD YOU GIVE A GUY A BREAK?-” You frown “Did you just quote Alex the Lion?” Ludwig has that stupid half smirk plastered on his face and you can’t help but sigh and he shrugs.
“The tribe has spoken.” He deadpans. Your your lips press together into a thin line “That doesn’t even make sense Lub, stand up before I make you feel what the survivor cast had to go through.” You grumble as you FINALLY help him stand up right. His laughs have gone down into small chuckles as he looks at you with so much joy in his eyes.
You giggle a small warmth rising to your cheeks, you tip toe to hold his shoulders. You push gently leading him outside of your mini kitchen to your comfortable bed, you live in a studio apartment. It’s decorated very cozily, the apartment is lit with a warm orange that casts over the whole area with plants, figurines filling up the shelves and plushies scattered everywhere in a disorganized but clean way.
Suddenly your hands roughly push Lub down to the bed, you laugh loudly seeing your tall lanky boyfriend falling forward comically onto your bed. He gasps loudly pretending to be offended “Wuh the fuckk??” He laughs, a sweet hearty sound that makes you blush, gosh he’s just so ADORKABLE when you mess with him… “Bub! How’d you get so strong???” He smiles brightly shuffling across the covers to take off his sneakers messily to sit cross-legged on your bed, he looks up excitedly at you only to get caught off guard with your hand on his face grabbing it with abit more force than expected his eye flicker down to your chest surprised at the proximity of your body before quickly looking back up at your face that leans down near his, you smile and he whines.
“W-wassup Bub?” He tries to sound chill he gulps audibly, trying to speak but it gets caught in his throat as your tthumb presses gently into his canine “Pretty cute.” You hum, Oh shit. Is the only thing Ludwig can think of as his breathing turns shallow and fast, his heart sounding like its about to burst out of his chest and his head tilts, leaning into your touch obediently. “Yea?” He responds breathlessly. “Should’ve asked this earlier into our relationship but what do you call this uhm, teeth displacement specifically?” You ask, trying to hold back a smirk. He gets so sensitive when you touch him anywhere, a blessing in disguise really.
He laughs, well tries, it just sounds like a weak scoff as he looks away “Forgot. the dentist called it a erotic eruption?- No wait, maybe a erection eruption.” Your boyfriend tries to joke a playful half smile on blooming on his lips, “You’re funny.” You chuckle and so does Ludwig “Wanna experience an erection eruption right now as a reward?” You lick his lips and he flinches. You both never used tongue before so when your thumb moves from his canine to his bottom lips his mouth immediately opens up allowing your tongue easy access into it.
What happens next is a blur for Ludwig honestly. Tongues are clumsily wrapping around each other as two basically virgin amateurs are trying to make out, suddenly it's so hot in her room, the kiss? it’s so messy and fucking good… Ludwig whines into his girlfriend's mouth as she straddles him while he’s lying on the bed, he leans back into the bed from letting her take control of the kiss, he grinds into her through her clothes, so desperate. He always thought his sweet girl was, well sweet and innocent so this enthusiasm of hers was not unwelcomed. Matter of fact he could get used to this.
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Im erect twin this is so good
A Little Pick-me-up (Serkan Kacar x F!Reader) (NSFW)
((Very very tiny writing today, mainly bc I don't have it in me to do another 3k Serkan fic. I also wrote him yesterday so I wouldn't want to spam.
I'm only making it because Maz feels even more sick so I hope you get better soon and remember to drink lots of fluids if you see this Maz!!))
